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Ride Me (954)

Max Verstappen x Reader !

Wherein: It's reader’s day off and a non-race week for Max. Max spends his day streaming and playing with his friends and reader spends her time waiting patiently for Max. But he was taking too long. Warnings: thigh riding bcs thick thighs save lives especially if it's max verstappen’s. praise kink. not sure if there's more.

It was a long day— it's been 2 hours since Max has been streaming with his friends, playing on the simulator non-stop, barely giving you attention. Yes, it's been a long day. You've been bored since the moment you woke up because it was your day off, you had nothing to do and nothing to make you occupied even if Max is there. You've been contemplating on disturbing him but you couldn't do it, the least you've been doing is giving him snacks like a toddler busy playing and all he ever says is ‘thank you’ not even giving you a kiss. You ruffled your hair in frustration and just decided to watch a movie instead, hoping it can cure your boredom. But you were doomed, every scene just kept reminding you of him. You were beyond needy, you're craving for his touch. You've been neglected half of the day and you’ve had enough.

You marched your way to Max’s streaming room, taking a peak and seeing him focused on his game, hearing a few curses from time to time. You even contemplated if you're really going to get inside and get what you want or let him enjoy his time with his friends for a while. But you shaked those thoughts and took a step inside. Max was wearing headphones so he didn't really notice that someone came in until he saw the chat going crazy with comments saying that you were inside the room, you even saw comments where they say you look so pretty which made you blush and smile as you went closer to Max’s gaming chair.

“Hi baby, you okay?” he asked, still focused on his game. You sneak your arms on his neck and place a kiss on his cheek before nodding. He continued on playing and you kept giving him small kisses on his face. You saw the chat going crazy with what you're doing and of course, Max sees them as well. You know how possessive Max can be when it comes to you. “Stop,” he whispers quietly enough so it can't be heard in the stream as he places a hand to block his mic but loud enough for you to hear. You only responded with a chuckle.

“Turn off your camera if you don't want them to see me,” you paused for a bit as you traced a finger on the compression shirt that he was wearing. “if you don't want them to see what we're going to do.” You finished your sentence as you placed another kiss on his cheek. He panicked and immediately turned off his stream when you straddled his lap. “Damn it, woman. Congratulations, you'll be on the headlines soon enough.” Max smirks as he finally gives in. You see, that's the thing, he would always give you what you want. You don't even need to beg for it, but there are times he makes you beg of course. And this is one of those times.

“If you wanted me to fuck you so bad, you could've just told me. No need to put on a show, baby.” He says as he holds your hips, guiding you to grind on his half-hard cock. You bit your lip as you felt a shiver down your spine. The friction between the clothed parts of yours and Max just made you even more needy to his touch. Max places one hand on your nape as he forced you closer, crashing his lips to yours, kissing you feverishly. Your tongues fought for dominance but Max would always win, he is achampion after all. “Max, I need you.. Please.” You whimper in between kisses, making Max smirk. “My baby is so needy. I'm sorry for not giving you and your pretty pussy enough attention today.”

You only hummed as a response, still moving your hips on his now hard cock. You can feel him under his sweatpants, pretty sure soon enough he can feel how wet you are as well. “God, you're so wet already.” Max whispers as he sneaked a hand inside your shorts. You can feel his fingers flipping through your wet folds. His then snaps the waistband of your shorts, asking permission to remove them along with your panties. He slowly took them of, rubbing your thighs from time to time. Teasing the shit out of you.

He placed a kiss on your ear. “Ride my thighs, baby. Make a mess like you always do.” You moaned at his request. Oh how you love to ride those thick thighs of his. It was your favorite thing to do to past time even before.

You fixed your position on his thigh. You naked cunt starting to soak his pants as you start to move your hips back and forth. You moaned as Max held your hips to go faster. “Feeling good baby? You're already so messed up, I haven't even started yet.” You gripped on his shoulder for support as you felt something build up in your stomach. You were reaching your high, your thighs starting to quiver as you clench on nothing. “You're so pretty, baby. You look so perfect.” He says as he kisses you. “Come on baby, let go. Cum on my thighs. Make a fucking mess.”

“Max.. Fuck.. Please..” You tried to form words but most were inaudible as you reached your high just by riding his thigh. “Ah fuck!” you screamed as you felt a wave of pleasure flowing through you. Max showers you with wet and sloppy kisses on your neck as he helps you ride your climax.

“Let's hope my PR team won't be as furious as they were with the car sex extravaganza from before.”

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Tip-Toe (1.8k)

Lando Norris x Reader !

summary : you and lando had lunch at lando's family house

tags: smut !! p in v, unprotected sex, f receiving, fingering, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, degradation & praise kink, a bit of slapping.

note: AFTER A LONG TIME FINALLY HAD THE CHANCE TO WRITE AGAINN

It was a normal Sunday morning inside Lando’s condo as the both of you are snuggled up under his sheets. Another race week is approaching and he will be flying to Canada on Tuesday so you really want to spend most of your waking days in Lando’s arms while he’s still here in the UK.

“Good morning, baby.” You hear your boyfriend mumble with his morning voice which is often very cute to hear. You leaned in to his side to give him a quick kiss on the cheek in which he returned in the form of a hug, making you his little spoon like you always were. “What do you want for breakfast?” You asked as you melted into his embrace. Moments like this made Lando’s head spin, it feels unreal that he’s beside a literal angel.

“Can you be one of the choices?” You immediately turned around and slapped him lightly in the chest and gave him your irritated stare which he only laughed at. “God, Lan, it’s too early.”

“Eggs and toast then, is that an option?” You nodded as a response and kissed him one last time before standing up and fixing your side of the bed. You went out of the bedroom and straight to the kitchen to cook breakfast for the both of you. Soon enough you heard footsteps coming closer to you along with hands wrapping around you from behind.

“Mom wants to have lunch with us later, do you feel like going?” he whispers as he rests his head on your shoulder, hiding his head to the crook of your neck leaving a little kiss. “Sure, why not? I miss your mom, we don’t get to talk much anymore.”

“I’m pretty sure she misses her favorite daughter too.” Lando jokes before placing a kiss on your cheek. He removed himself from you and sat himself down at the kitchen table as you served breakfast. The both of you ate in complete chaos because there’s never a dull day with Lando Norris, never.

“What do you think? Do I look good?” You said as you stepped out of his walk-in closet with a cute orange sundress. “Or does the skim dress look better?” Lando looked at you in awe, he always does. “You look great in both, even better without it.” You shook your head with Lando’s response, you couldn’t help but smile with it as well.

You decided to go with the sundress and a cute little purse to match with your outfit and flat sandals. The drive was quite short since there was no traffic and his parent’s house wasn't far away as well. To be honest, their house is somewhat your home now, since you were a child you would always go there as your mother arranged playdates with Lando and some other kids. As a teenager you would always come around to help Lando with his studies to make it less of a burden for his career and in return he would give you tickets to your favorite concerts. And then there goes the dating phase, their family would always invite yours for dinner and even during events and holidays. You were all just one big family and nothing makes you even happier than that.

“There you are! We’ve been waiting for the both of you to show up. Come sit!” Lando’s mom said as she opened the door for us. Turns out we were the ones left to arrive and the food was already served. “I hope the both of you are hungry, I accidentally cooked a whole feast.”

The lunch was going smoothly but knowing Lando, he would always have something that screams trouble. It’s imprinted to his whole existence. You can’t look at this man and tell yourself he’s not going to cause trouble because one way or another, he always will.

He took off his shoe on one foot and was aiming for your thigh since the both of you sat on opposite sides facing each other. But instead of your thigh, he touched something else which made the both of you surprised. Making you choke on your food and making people stare at you, so you reply with an “I’m okay.”

As soon as everyone finished eating, you stood up and went straight to Lando’s room, still a bit flushed with what happened and a bit hilarious because Lando never really pulls up things like what he did just a moment ago. Soon enough, Lando appears inside the room, smiling from ear to ear like a kid. You lightly slapped him in the cheek, “So what, are we toe-fucking now?” You asked and the both of you bursted out laughing.

“We can if you want to?” Lando giggled as he placed his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him. “I think I prefer your tip rather than your toe.” Lando smiled at your response, “Good answer, love.”

With his hands still on your waist, he guided you to his bed, laying you down as he crawled on top of you. He kissed you feverishly, the both of you fighting for dominance waiting for someone to give in. and that someone was you as you felt pressure caused by his knee on your pussy. Your mouth went wide open as a low moan was heard from you making Lando grin. He knows how much he affects you. “You need to be quiet, baby, or mom will hear us. Wouldn’t want her to think her favorite daughter-in-law is such a slut don’t we?” You squirmed at his words.

You arched your back from all the overstimulating sensations caused by Lando. Your chest touching his, it pushed Lando to his edge. He held your hips tightly making you wince as he switched your position. You were now straddling his lap as he sat down. He guided you at his erection, making you grind your hips slowly as you feel him with your aching pussy.

His hands roamed around your body, tracing every part of you as he slowly took off your sundress. His hands went in to cup your cheek, you were all flushed, feeling all hot and needy. “God, you look so perfect.” he said before diving to your lips, kissing you roughly, biting each other’s lips until the taste of blood is evident. You felt his hand sneak inside your panties, playing with your wet folds. “You’re so wet, so wet for me.” He groaned at the feeling of you clenching at his fingers inside of you.

“Lan..” before you could even say anything, Lando leaned to you and shushed you. He added another finger, stretching you wider. You bit your lip as an attempt to be quiet but failed as he fastened his pace with his fingers inside of you. You gripped on the headrest of the bed for dear life as you started to tremble. You were almost at your peak until you felt emptiness as Lando pulled out his fingers.

You whined at the loss of touch from Lando. “Put it back, please.” You pleaded but Lando was playing deaf, only smiling at your request. He unclasped your bra, revealing your tits in which he delved on. His tongue flicking your nipple while his other hand playing with your other tit.

Lando switched your places once again, he's now on top of you. Kissing you from your lips down to your neck, leaving marks you will definitely struggle to hide soon enough. His kisses traced all the way down to your torso as he finally reached the hem of your panties. He looked at you like he was asking for permission and it made you giggle. This man literally just denied you of your first orgasm and had the guts to ask permission to take off your panties.

You nodded as a response to his request. And as soon as he did, he started kissing you from your inner thigh up to your slit. He blows cold air making you shiver from anticipation.

He started to give kitten licks on your folds, teasing your entrance with his tongue. Your hands locked in his curls as you try to shove his head down on you. Each flick of his tounge made you crazy, writhing in pleasure, not knowing what to hold and where to put yourself. “Fuck, you taste so fucking good.” Lando hummed as he continued to devour you. Hearing Lando eat you out with all the sensual noises the both of you makes you haywire. You can feel the build up of pleasure inside of you, your legs trembling once again.

“Damn it Lando!-” You hissed at him as he abruptly stopped, denying you of your orgasm which stressed you out. “You're such a dick-” You said to him as soon as he leveled with you but you were replied with a slap which made you form tears in your eyes. “Talk more like that and you won't be getting this dick, you hear me?” Lando said as he kissed the cheek he slapped.

He kneeled on top of you and removed every piece of fabric left on him and kissed you roughly. “Oh fuck, I wanna be inside you, baby. I wanna make you feel so good.” You moaned at his words as you felt him slowly entering inside you.

“Fuck- Lan-” He placed a hand on your mouth, covering your moans not because he doesn't want to hear them, oh god how he wanted to hear thos beautiful screams of yours, but this is a different situation. A more thrilling situation.

“Look at you taking me so well. It's such a shame I can't hear your pretty moans.” He said as he applied pressure on your lower abdomen, doubling the pleasure you felt. It was a surprise to you how you could hold your screams from everything that Lando has been doing to you.

“Lan- Fuck! Please, I wanna-”

“You wanna cum? Go on baby, let it out, make a fucking mess.” And so you did. Clenching around him as you reach your peak makes him groan. He didn't stop, not even for a bit. He kept ramming inside of you, you felt him so deep inside of you.

You started trembling, sensitive all over your body, overstimulated. You started to cry which somehow made Lando more eager. “Lan- stop-” you whimpered but you didn't really mean it. You can feel another build up inside of you. “Come on, baby, one more. Cum with me?”

Heavy groans and low moans along with the sound of skin slapping against each other were the only things heard inside his room as both reached their highs. “I love you.” Lando whispers in your ear in which you replied with a hug as you felt all his weight on top of yours but still enough for you to not have trouble breathing.

“Let's go get you cleaned up.”

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BEACH DAY PT. 2 (1.8K)

oscar piastri x reader!

summary: Oscar makes sure his girlfriend experiences the perfect vacation in his hometown, Australia. warnings: smut under the cut! p in v, oral (fem receiving), porn with plot. note: last part of beach day oscar x reader

here's part 1

You woke up as you felt someone carrying you on their back but as soon as you saw it was Oscar, you closed your eyes again. “Hey, love, I know you’re awake already.” You only hummed in response as you snuggled your head back in the crook of his neck, inhaling his sweet scent. “Do you want something to eat?” 

You only shaked your head as a response and dozed off for a bit again. Soon enough you woke up when Oscar was already opening the door of the hotel room the both of you will be occupying. You sat on the bed and wandered your sleepy eyes around and you noticed it wasn’t really a typical interior than what most of the hotels you’ve been at. You thought maybe it’s how hotels really look like here in Australia.

“You can still sleep, baby. They’ll probably sleep first as well before enjoying the beach.” Oscar said and smiled as he joined you in the bed, sitting beside you. “Should we sleep?” you asked, Oscar nodded. But then again, Oscar pretty much had other intentions.

As he lay beside you, his arms met your waist, wrapping it tightly which made you feel comfortable. You were his little spoon. “I love you.” Oscar whispers which made you chuckle for a bit before answering back. “I love you too, or just say directly that you want to fuck me.” You say as you turn around to face him.  

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, only an inch away from your face and you replied with a nod. “Kiss me, Oscar.” 

He kissed you like a thirsty man and treated your lips like water, something he is deprived of. You took a handful of his hair and moaned as he slid his tongue inside your mouth, exploring the insides and sucking your tongue from time to time. It was such an intoxicating feeling, you wanted to take a breath but at the same time you wanted to continuously drown with his kisses. 

His hands roamed on your back, drawing circles and scratching it lightly that triggered your heightened senses. Oscar smirked at the sight of you the moment his lips detached from yours, flushed and breathless. If his eyes could kill, you would've been dead by now. 

“I wanna take your clothes off. Can I take them off, baby?” You nodded as the both of you sat up so Oscar could take off your shirt. It's something that you've always loved about Oscar. No matter what situation it is, or no matter how horny he is, he will never forget to ask for your consent even with the littlest things. Sometimes it's you who gets all fussy with his questions because you're often impatient. 

“Fuck,” Oscar groans as soon as he unclasped your bra. He took his time admiring your tits, you were already familiar with his likes and you knew your tits make him weak. Deep down he's just like a new born baby, always craving for tits. 

Oscar laid you down on your back as he traced kisses from your lips down to your neck, leaving marks, down to your chest. Kissing the skin that separates your breast before sucking your right tit as he played the other with his free hand. 

You threw your head back, moaning his name while constantly tugging on his hair. Every flick of his tongue on your nipple sends shivers down your spine, sometimes it even feels like you're actually lactating. “Osc,” You moaned. You can feel him smile, proud of seeing how much his actions make you respond. 

Soon enough you felt his hand slide down on your skirt. “What do you want, baby?” He asks as he palmed your wet cunt. You moaned at the feeling, his fingers teasing your clothed pussy. “Osc, please-” 

“Please, what?” 

You cried, a tear literally fell from your eye. Oscar made sure to kiss that tear away and chuckled at your sight. He knows you're a crier because you're easily overwhelmed or overstimulated. And right now, he knows you're both overwhelmed and overstimulated. “Please, I want you inside me. Make me feel good, please.” 

“Gladly, baby.” 

Oscar lowered himself and leveled at your dripping cunt, licking it even if it's still clothed which made you squeal. “You're so cute, my baby. I love it when you make such beautiful sounds for me.” He whispered but loud enough for you to hear as he slowly took off your skirt and panties. “Look at you, so wet for me. Such a good girl for me.” 

You felt a blow of cold wind from Oscar before you felt his tongue all over your lips. You took a handful of his hair, pushing his head down even more as you bit your lip to suppress your moans, scared someone might hear you outside. When Oscar noticed that you've been trying to be quiet, he stopped which made you squirm because of the lost of touch. “Scream, baby. It's a soundproof room, I booked it for this purpose so let me hear those pretty moans, alright?” he said as he smiled, and without warning, putting two fingers inside of you. 

“Fuck! Oh, fuck- baby, plea- Mhm!” Words fail to form with your hoarse voice. Your thighs shaking from his fingers and his tongue as you grip on the sheets for dear life. His fingers, in and out of you, reach the same spot that makes you scream every time. It wasn't long until you reached your high, Oscar drinking down every drop from you. 

“You taste so good,”  he says as he crawls back up on you, licking his fingers clean in front of you. You pressed your lips against his, tasting some of yourself in him. His lips crawled down on your neck, sucking and licking you sweet spots.

“How come you're still fully clothed?” you teased as you gripped the hem of his shirt. He kneeled on top of you and took his shirt off and started unbuckling his belt as well as you helped him get rid of his pants. 

“I love you,” before you even had the chance to say it back, Oscar kissed you feverishly. You bucked your hips, rubbing yourself in him, earning a groan from him. You can feel him, hot and hard. Roaming your hands on his body down to his cock, palming the tip of it making Oscar detach from your lips only for him to moan at your touch. 

“Where's-” Oscar took the hint before you even finished your question. He grabbed his bag and took a condom. You could only smile in amusement for a second, he's always ready. After putting it on, Oscar got back on top of you and placed a kiss on your forehead.

You yelp at his sudden movement, turning you around, face flat on the pillow. “On your knees, baby, please?” Oscar whispered in your ear which you obliged to. You placed yourself on all fours, ass up and face pressed on the pillow. 

You moaned as you felt his cock rub at your entrance. “Oh, fuck, you feel so good.” Oscar moaned, head thrown back as he pushed himself inside you. “Mhm, so fucking tight.” 

“Osc!-” You screamed as he rammed inside you. Constantly changing the angle of his hips, hitting all your spots which makes you clench around his cock. Oscar leans down, still not stopping, and places kisses along your back as his hands find your tits, massaging it and playing with your nipples.

“Osc- feel full- so good..” He grabbed a handful of your hair, making your head follow his hands. He kissed you on your cheek as you cried in pleasure. “You take me up so well, baby. It's like your pussy was made for me only. Fuck, you feel so good.” 

You were a moaning mess, you can feel tears falling from your face and your thighs trembling so hard as you almost reach your high. Your cry gets louder and even whinier with every thrust. “Osc, i'm- fuck, almost there-” 

“Go on, baby, let go.” Oscar says as he hushes you by kissing your lips. His free hand rubbing your clit, putting enough pressure to add even more pleasure as you reach your high. 

“Oh, God- fuck, so good.” You collapsed as you reached your high in sync with Oscar’s. He pulled out and you groaned at the sudden emptiness. 

“I feel sleepy again..” Oscar chuckles as he fixes your hair. He let you lay down and do nothing. He grabbed a new pair of sweatpants and went inside the bathroom to clean himself quickly before going back to her while holding a damp towel. 

“Open wide, baby.” Oscar teased as he opened your legs. You scoffed at his remark and rolled your eyes on him. You flinch at the touch of the towel, feeling sore all over your body as Oscar cleans every part of you and not leaving a single spot uncleaned and unnoticed. “There you go, all cleaned up. Do you want to sleep with or without clothes on?” 

“No clothes please…” 

“Alright, baby. Go get some rest now. Sooner or later, mama would already be asking for us to join them in the sand.” Oscar placed little kisses on your face as he carried you to the other side of the bed where the sheets are less messy. He then adds another layer of blanket on the messy side of the bed just in case you roll over it in your sleep. 

You had at least two hours of sleep before you felt Oscar waking you up, saying that everyone's asking them to come out in the sand. 

Oscar already went as you said you needed more time to get ready but in reality, you just needed more time to figure out how you'll hide the marks Oscar made. It was a real struggle since you didn't bring any long sleeves, you only brought two-piece swimsuits and a see-through cloth. 

You managed to go with the swimsuit you brought and the see-through cloth and added some foundation on your hickeys. Hoping no one notices it. 

“Took you long enough,” Oscar said to you as soon as you showed up outside. He immediately notices how uncomfortable you look and asks if you are alright or if something hurts. You quickly reply with a no with every question he asks. “It's embarrassing, I can't find a swimsuit that can cover up your bites!” you whispered frustratedly as Oscar formed an-O with his mouth then laughing right after. 

“Why didn't you wear any of my shirts?” 

“I'm not sure which one you'll let me wear..” Oscar chuckles, “Baby, you can use my toothbrush for all I care.” 

You decided to go back in the room to change into one of Oscar’s shirts due to certain circumstances. He was more than happy to share everything with you, even his last name.

“Ma, I can't wait to marry that girl.” Oscar says to his mom as they both watch you walk back to the hotel. 

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this is now my roman empire

"ollie, are you with us?" "ah- i see my team!! but i don't know where… ah, i see them there!!! 😁😁"

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BEACH DAY PT. 1

oscar piastri x reader

1.1k words

summary: Oscar makes sure his girlfriend experiences the perfect vacation in his hometown, Australia.

warnings: smut under the cut! fingering in public, idk i think that's all

note: this is only part 1, part 2 will be posted once i find time again. reqs r open btw, enjoy!

It was already one in the afternoon and you were all behind the time planned to leave the house. Recently, Oscar had this brilliant idea to have a day or two at the beach with his whole family as a chance for you to be able to bond with them, something you’ve always wished for the moment Oscar asked you to officially be his girlfriend. 

Everyone, excluding your boyfriend, were pretty calm about the situation. Oscar has been walking back and forth in the living room while holding his checklist. You couldn’t help but to chuckle at the sight of him. Little moments like this made you adore him even more. He really wants your stay in his hometown to be perfect. What he doesn’t know is it already is. What you meant by bonding with him and his family only meant to spend time with them even in the comfort of their own home and eat dinner at the table.

“Love, sit down for a bit. You’ve already triple-checked that list of yours.” You whisper to him as you run your hands on his shoulder, trying to ease him. It worked eventually and he flashed a smile to you. “I’m sorry, I just want this vacation of yours to be perfect. Especially since it's your first time here in Australia. Wouldn’t want you to hate the place and not think about going back here now, do I?”

You giggled at his silly remark and placed a peck on his lips. “Silly baby, of course I’d want to go back here. Even if you show me the dirtiest and ugliest part of Australia, I'd still want to go back. It’s your hometown, it’s basically you in many ways so why would I hate it?” 

“Even the spiders?’

“No, Piastri. Not the spiders.” you say as you glared at him and he just laughed as he ruffled your hair. You didn’t mind really, but if it were other people you would already burst in flames. 

After a few more minutes, everyone has already finished packing and finally placed their bags in the trunk of the van. Oscar and his mom were even fighting at first because Osar wanted to drive but his mom won’t let him. Eventually he gave in knowing how much of a mama’s boy he is. The both of you sat at the back of the van, it was your favorite spot in every van because you felt more comfortable since you feel no eyes watching behind you. Aside from Oscar’s of course. 

“Will you ever stop staring at me?” you joked as you turned off your phone. you heard Oscar release a small chuckle and felt him scoot closer to you. you didn't mind at all, physical touch was your love language and he knew that too well. you took it as an opportunity to rest on his chest and close your eyes but Oscar had different intentions. 

As you relaxed on his chest, you felt his cold hands linger on your clothed body. tracing your curves and drawing circles on your back, slowly making its way on your thighs which he had easy access to, all thanks to you deciding to wear your favorite skirt. “Oscar, not here.” you mumbled as you enjoyed his touch but the thought of being caught by his family members is such an embarrassment. 

“Hey, can you get the blanket in ma’s bag? It's cold back here.” Oscar said as he took out his cousin's earphones in front of us. Oscar smiled as he reached for the blanket and gently covered you up as he placed a kiss on the side of your head. “no one will see now, you just need to be quiet if you want me to continue.” 

“Do you want me to continue?” you nodded as a response. “I need words, baby.” 

“Continue please, love.” 

Oscar guided your head to rest on his shoulder as he rested his arm on your waist and his free hand slid under the blanket. you can feel his hands wander around your body, starting from your knees, to your thighs, to your hips, up to your waist, cupping your clothed tits. your breathing hitch as you struggle to be quiet. “Look at you, struggling so hard to keep it down already and I barely touched you yet.” Oscar whispers to your ear, adding fuel to your fire. 

“Osc- fuck!” you yelped as he suddenly pinched your nipple. He responded quickly, covering your mouth with his free hand and chuckled in your ear. “Be quiet, love. you wouldn't want them to know how desperate we are, don't you?” 

You bit your lip, hoping it would help you stop the lewd noises that might come out of your mouth as Oscar slipped his hand inside your panties. His fingers playing with your clit and teasing your hole. “Do you feel how wet you are, love? I can easily put my finger inside you.” he said as he slid two fingers inside you without warning, making you grip tightly on his arm as you battle with yourself to prevent yourself from releasing a moan or a whimper or a whine, you weren't sure anymore what sound would come out of your mouth. But you know it would be trouble if people in front of you heard it. 

“Osc, please.” you whimpered as you felt yourself trembling and clenching around his fingers. “are you near, love?” you nodded quickly, almost sobbing from the feeling. “Of course you are. Look at you, such a needy baby enjoying my fingers. Imagine if it's me inside you and not just my fingers. the sounds you'd make will be heavenly.” 

“Fuck- oscar, i'm almost-” you struggle to complete your words as he adds another finger inside of you, fastening his pace even more. He curled his fingers inside of you, reaching your spot which made you scream. Thankfully, he was fast enough to cover your mouth as he continued to fuck you with his fingers as you reached your high. 

You were left breathless as he removed his hand inside you and licked his fingers clean. 

He took his bag and grabbed a roll of tissue and wiped off a few of the residue left on his finger. He took another sheet of tissue and wiped the tears from your eyes, you didn't even feel it. “I think I stressed you out too much. we both know how much of a screamer you are." Oscar jokes, you slapped his arm with no energy at all. He took some wet wipes from his bag as well and slid his hand back on your underwear and wiped you clean. 

“You can still get some sleep, I'll just carry you to our room when we arrive.” Oscar said as he moved towards the other end of the seat so you could use his lap as a pillow which you were more than happy to do.

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if i had a nickel for every time an f1 driver got appendicitis and the rookie driver who replaced them got points on debut i’d have two nickels which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice

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REPEAT AFTER ME

charles leclerc x max verstappen

650 words

summary: based on this req wherein max comforts charles after a bad race day in Bahrain for the Monegasque. warnings: no warnings, just cute lestappen agenda, somewhat based on that cute fan art of lestappen where max comforts charles that spread all over twitter and tiktok. note: fluff is not my forte, i tried my very best to make it interesting.

The Bahrain Grand Prix had just ended with Max winning the first race of the season. The crowd went wild once again for him as he stood on the podium holding his trophy. But it wasn’t the same for Charles who’s just finished his media duties as he sat down in the garage of Ferrari. He watched his rival along with his teammate celebrate their podium and he would just kid himself if he didn’t admit that he feels mad at himself even when he knows he did his best. He did his best for sure, despite having troubles with the car he still managed to get P4. But it wasn’t enough.

After a long week of work, Charles fixed himself and packed his things to get ready and go back to the hotel. He only has enough time to sleep before flying again to prepare for another race. 

“Charles,” a familiar voice called him. “Hey, mate. Congrats on P4.” Max said with all smiles as Charles turned around to face him. 

“Idiot, you shouldn’t be here. This isn’t RBR’s garage.” Charles joked as he took his bag. He thought Max would already go because that’s what he usually does. After he congratulates Charles he would leave already due to media duties or he would just instantly go back to his room already. Max stayed in his spot, standing there with a look the monegasque couldn’t explain.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Charles asked, curiosity evident in his tone. The dutch took a look around and when he was sure that no one was there to see him, he walked inside and sat down. “Sit with me, Charlie.” 

Charles obliged to Max’s request and sat down beside him and placed his bag down once again. 

“I did my best in that race, I am proud of the efforts I did, I am a great driver, and I deserve the recognition I get. Repeat my words.” Charles looked at Max with a puzzled look meanwhile Max looked at him with a sincere but not intimidating look. For what it’s worth, it actually calmed the raging nerves Charles had. 

“Repeat after me, Charlie.” Max smiled, “I did my best in that race.”

“I didn’t-”

“I did my best in that race.” Max said as he cut Charles’ words. 

Charles sighed, “I did my best in that race.”

Max frowned. He stood up and kneeled in front of Charles, leveling to him, which made the monegasque gasp and even more confused to what Max is trying to do.

“What are you- Max, stand up. Are you crazy?”

“It’s not your fault Charlie. Now, repeat after me, okay?” Max stopped and waited for a reply from Charles, whether it was verbal or physical. When Charles nodded after a very deep sigh, Max flashed his bright smile, which he only shows to Charles, his childhood best friend who is also his rival.

“Repeat after me, I did my best in that race.”

“I did my best in that race.”

“I am proud of the efforts I did.”

“I am proud of the efforts I did.”

“I am a great driver.”

“Max, this is silly-”

“I am a great driver. Say it like you mean it, Charlie. Come on, now.” 

“Max-’

“Please?”

“I am a great driver.” Max smiled like a kid, his smile reaching his ears. He finally stood up again, looking down at Charles before deciding to ruin his helmet hair even more. “See? That’s more like it.”

“Chin up now, okay? It wasn’t your fault and you deserve just as much recognition as you are receiving right now. For what it’s worth, you’re literally the best driver in the grid. You come second because everyone knows I come first.” Max laughed at his own joke.

“Fuck you, mate.”

“Cheer up now, yeah? I’ll be going now, someone might see me here.” 

[pdflayn]

I HAVE A CONFESSION

charles leclerc x max verstappen

2.2k words

summary: charles leclerc, born and raised in monaco, a mama's boy, raised to worship the man in the cross who saved us from all our sins. and then there's max verstappen, a man who believes nothing but himself and also a good friend of charles and his family. a man who also made charles crumble into pieces by a mere touch.

warnings: (a bit of) smut under the cut ! mentions of alcohol, religion and beliefs, charles is not a racer in this fic, mention of cigarettes.

note: heavily inspired by false god by taylor swift ! for the past few weeks i have been completely obsessed with it and lestappen are my victims with this brainrot of mine.

Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name; Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

It has only been 30 minutes since Charles sat down but it felt like years, it wasn’t always like this. His mind is clouded and distracted. Distracted with the question of who he worships. Is it the man in the cross? Or is it the man who pinned him against the wall of his bedroom last night?

“Charles! We’re over here!” Max screamed, hoping his voice could be heard against the wild crowd of Monaco’s finest club. It was obvious that the Monegasque did not hear his words, Charles was still wandering amongst the crowd, seeking for familiar faces. Max stood up from his seat, telling the rest of their friends he’ll just get Charles from the crowd.

It was loud. All that can be heard is the upbeat sounds coming from the blasting speakers and chatters of random people kissing each other’s faces. But Charles heard something more than the noise, he heard something calm. “There you are, Charlie.”

He felt Max’s hand wrapped around his arm with a smile in his mouth. He can smell the alcohol in his breath, that’s how close they are. He’s not sure if it’s a right feeling knowing damn well he didn’t have a drop of alcohol yet in his system. His heart was racing, his breathing paced with anticipation. “You’re the last one we’re waiting for at the table, let’s go?” Charles could only reply with a nod. His heart is in sync with the beats from the speakers.

"My god, will they ever stop playing Taylor Swift and start playing proper club songs?" Lando asked irritably while holding a beer in his hand. The rest of the group agreed and laughed. Meanwhile, Charles grabbed another bottle of beer as soon as he finished his first. He was annoyed, unable to sit still. He couldn't forget the warmth of Max's touch from a few minutes ago. They are very close friends, having been together since they were kids. But his touch from a moment ago felt different. His stare, his smile, it all felt different for the Monegasque. It wasn’t right, what he was feeling wasn’t right and the blue and red lights from the club hitting the godly face of the Dutch was not helping at all.

But we might just get away with it

Religion's in your lips

Even if it's a false god

“That’s your third beer already, you haven’t been here for a while. You good, Leclerc?” Max asked when he noticed Charles grabbing another bottle. Charles replied with a chuckle, “I’m good, this beer just tastes good.”

“Anyone wanna go to the dance floor?” Carlos asked excitedly, holding a beer in his hand and in the other is in Lando’s waist. I wonder what it feels to have Max’s arm wrapped around me, Charles asked in his mind. Quickly tapping himself out of his sinful curiosity. Soon enough the table was empty, it was only Charles left.

Charles and Max. In the same table. Drinking the same beer. Blank stares.

We might just get away with it

The altar is my hips

Even if it's a false god

Max chugged his bottle of beer and opened a new one. There was an unusual grin on his face. It was only the two of them at the table.

“You know, we actually didn’t think you were gonna come. You were never really the club type of person, Charlie.” Max uttered, trying to break the ice between the two of them. Ever since Max pursued his passion in racing, the only conversations he had with Charles was the good morning’s and good night’s along with the hi’s and hello’s whenever they saw each other in the streets of their homes.

“There wasn’t anything left to do at home so I decided to stop by. It’s not the usual crowd I like but there’s nothing to lose anyway. Plus, it’s free beer, Max. Who says no to that?” Charles leaned back in the chair, running a hand through his hair, hoping it could ease the tension between him and Max’s stare. He is intimidated, but deep down he loves it. Max noticed Charles’ continuous movements. Charles kept running a hand through his hair, chugging his beer once after every ten seconds, and licking his lips. Max knew it was all because of him. It was an obvious answer, it was only the two of them.

We'd still worship this love

We'd still worship this love

We'd still worship this love

“How’s your racing career? Maman always bothers me with the remote, asking me to switch to the channel that shows your race.” It was true. Charles’ mother loves Max dearly and treats him like his own son as well. They would always watch Max’s races especially when he’s free from work. “I’ve been winning races, I think you already know since you watch me drive.”

Charles chuckled, “I do.”

“Do you still serve at the church?” Max asked when he noticed a glimmer from Charles’ chest when the light struck him. Charles held his small cross and shook his head, “I haven’t been able to serve the church for a while now. I’ve been… busy.”

Max couldn’t help but raise a brow with his response. The religious boy missing church, it’s like hearing about the diligent student cutting classes. He thought to himself as he saw Charles hiding his cross inside his shirt.

I know heaven's a thing

I go there when you touch me

Honey hell is when I fight with you

“Charles,” Max called, earning a small hum from Charles. “Do you want to go somewhere quieter?” Charles smiled and nodded. Charles knew he needed to be somewhere quieter, Max knew the younger was already overwhelmed with the loud crowd. Charles was no stranger to Max, he knew him more than one could ever imagine.

Charles took one last sip from his beer and stood to follow Max leaving the club. They sat down in the cold ground of the parking lot, disregarding the thought that there were nearby benches under the trees blowing cold winds. It was awfully quiet, opposite to when they were inside.

“Do you smoke?” Max asked while holding a stick of cigarette in his hand. Charles shook his head and watched as the older lit up the stick and blew smoke from his mouth. Charles never liked the smell of cigarettes, that’s why he didn’t know why he’s suddenly okay with Max smoking. At some point, he might even want Max to blow smoke in his face. “You’re so quiet, Charles. Are you sure you’re okay?”

He didn’t know what to say. How could he say that it’s him who’s been bothering him since the moment he laid his hand on his arm without making it awkward? “I’m okay, it’s just a bit cold and I have nothing to say since nothing eventful has happened recently.”

“Then what’s keeping you busy to skip church? You’re one of the most religious people I’ve ever met.” Max asked in a curious tone. Charles didn’t know how to answer that question as well. He’s not himself lately, only Max noticed.

“Max,” Charles called. “Hmm?” Max responded.

“Why don’t you believe in religion?” Charles noticed how Max subtly froze from his sudden question.

“What’s with the sudden question about faith and religion, Charlie?” Max chuckled. Charles was already about to speak again, probably to take back his question but Max spoke first. “I wasn’t exactly raised in a religious family like you. My father is almost never home, my mother is also an atheist, and my sister, well, she’s the religious one in our family but we were never really close. No one really guided me in the religious part in life. And besides, I find comfort in what I can see and understand.”

“But still,” Charles started. “Don’t you feel lost at times?”

Max smiled, “I’d rather be lost than have an unknown entity dictate what’s right and wrong for me.”

“It’s not about dictating what’s right and wrong, it’s more like a guide from what’s right and wrong.” frustration was evident from Charles' voice along with his furrowed forehead. Max dropped his stick and stepped on it to kill the light. He gripped Charles’s arm and made him look at him. He felt the younger flinch within his touch.

“Charles, what’s wrong? Be honest with me, Charlie.” Max placed both of his hands on Charles' shoulder, closing the gap between them. Inhaling the intoxicating smell of alcohol mixed with cigarettes. “Max, I-”

“¡Hijos de puta, qué feo su comportamiento!” Both Charles and Max immediately distanced themselves from each other, seeing their friends getting kicked out of the bar, wasted as fuck.

“Ready to go home?” Charles snapped out of his thoughts when his mama tapped his shoulder. The mass had already ended and he didn’t even notice. “I’ll start the car, wait for me in front of the chapel so you wouldn’t need to walk back to the parking lot.” Charles said with a smile as he stood up and made his way outside the chapel. The thing is, he's not headed to the parking lot.

Tipsy. They were both tipsy from all the alcohol they drank. Especially since they decided to continue drinking at Lando’s house after being kicked out of the club. Everyone was already wasted. Charles wanted to be wasted too, but his very high tolerance in alcohol is not helping him. He wanted to drown his thoughts. His sinful thoughts of Max. He keeps on having flashbacks of how Max gripped him and how he sounded when he asked him the simplest question he couldn’t answer.

“That’s enough, Charlie.” Max said as he snatched the beer from Charles hand and moved away all the cans of beer left. Charles groaned, he wanted more. He forcefully grabbed the canned beer in Max’s hand which ended in the worst way possible.

“Fuck!” Max screamed in shock as the cold liquid drenched his shirt. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Max stood up and threw the can of beer in the nearest trash bin. Meanwhile, Charles ran a hand through his hair and left a frustrated groan before standing up and leaving the room.

“Charles,” Max called but to his dismay, Charles ignored him and went outside despite also being drenched with the cold beer.

“Charles, what’s wrong? C’mon mate, speak up-”

“For fuck’s sake, leave me alone Max!” Charles snapped. “Everything is wrong! It all started being wrong the moment you came back for good. I shouldn’t be feeling like this, Max. This is so fucking wrong!”

“Cha-”

“Man is created for a woman, a man is not created for another man. I can’t have these kinds of feelings towards you, Max. I can’t. My faith tells me it's wrong, but my heart... my heart is betraying everything I thought I knew.”

Max froze from where he stood. He didn’t exactly know how to react knowing that the person he craves also craves for him but forbids himself because it’s against his religion. So he stepped forward, taking the risk, placing his lips against the lips he craves for.

A slap echoed in Max’s ears. He felt a sting in his cheek as he once again froze from Charles’ actions. “Max,” Charles was supposed to touch the cheek but was stopped by Max’s tight grip on his wrist. Max’s jaws clenched, still feeling the sting from Charles’ slap as he dragged the younger inside to a vacant room.

“Max, I’m sorry.” Charles’ kept on trying to remove his wrist from Max’s grip, “You’re hurting me, Max!”

Charles was dizzy from the alcohol but it wasn't enough to knock him senseless. He was aware of where he was. He was aware of Max's intentions. He knew why he heard the door locked. And he knew damn well it's turning the both of them on.

“It’s funny how it's forbidden for a man to crave a man because your Jesus said so. But isn't your Jesus also a man?” Max whispered in Charles’ ear. Pinning both of his hands on top of his head while the other hand rests on Charles' waist, gripping it from time to time. “And you people worship him so badly, craving for his attention.”

Max stepped an inch closer to Charles, closing the gap between them. Not even air could pass through them. Charles groaned at the friction caused by their hips touching. Max thrusted into Charles' clothed self, making the younger moan and close his eyes. Max placed his free hand on Charles’ chin, making him look up. “Open your eyes. Let me see those pretty eyes of yours.”

“Look at you, even your eyes crave for me, schatje.” Max buried his head on the younger’s neck, leaving sloppy kisses and bite marks. He can feel his pants getting tighter every time he would hear Charles whimpering against his touch. “Already such a fucking mess for me, sweet one?”

Max freed the younger's hands from being pinned against the wall and slid it down his pants. Charles’ hands immediately found its way to Max’s hair, tugging a handful as he felt Max’s cold hand against his cock.

“You’ve been worshipping the same man for years now, Charlie. Would you go to hell if you'd worship another? Let's say, me?”

“Father, I have something to confess.”

[pdflayn]

Hii! Do you write lestappen? And if so could you write something fluffy like after Charles has a bad race and Max comforts him?

hi anon! yes, i do write lestappen fics. i actually have a drabble with the same concept as ur req! i'll be posting it in a day or two 🫶🏻

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