#ONE OF THE BOYS

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You hadn't been in the paddock for several months, being too busy with your career, and the drivers were starting to get antsy about your return.

But who would be good enough to have a go at you was anybody's guess as the Hungarian Grand Prix weekend got underway.

Warnings: Kinda paddock bunny vibes, but reader more in control, smut, brief stuff with Lando and Charles, slightly creepy/predatory behaviour (but everything is consensual), hand job, oral, PinV, PinA, anal, like 3 lines of dirty talk, aftercare, eeeeh idk what else

Part 1 of One of The Boys

Max was the first to spot you on Friday morning, you were chatting with some of the formula 3 drivers who were getting ready for their practice session.

He wrapped you in a big hug from behind and lifted you up.

“I know it's been a while but these guys are a bit young for you aren't they?” he said teasingly and you slapped his arm, giggling as he put you down.

“Don’t worry, I already have my hands full with you lot. They'll get their turn if they get into formula 1”

You walked with him on his way towards the redbull hospitality.

“Yeah?” he smirked “Speaking of, what's my prize going to be when I inevitably win on Sunday?”

You laughed at him.

“Given how your car's been performing lately I'm not sure your cockiness is justified”

He gasped and put a hand on his chest in mock offense.

“How dare you doubt my talents?”

“It's not 2023 anymore Max, you can't have me all to yourself. You need to learn to share…” you smiled at him devilishly “And for your information, I won't be giving a prize to the winner anyway, so it's anyone's game”

You winked conspiratorially and sauntered off leaving Max on his own to wonder what on earth you meant by that.

The next person you saw was Lando, that very afternoon. And word had obviously traveled fast.

“A little birdy told me you weren't interested in podium sitters this weekend…” he hooked his arm over your shoulder and pressed a kiss to you cheek in greeting “So what's a man gotta do around here to get you to himself?”

He deepened his voice seductively , but it just served to make you laugh at him, given the number of times you'd heard high pitched whines come out of his mouth during your… celebratory activities.

“Well, hello to you too Lando, how was your week?” you teased and he almost looked guilty for a second, before grinning and hugging you tight.

“I missed you in Miami, so I think you owe me something for my first win, no?” he smirked and walked you over to a secluded corner between two garages.

You rolled your eyes at him, amused by his impatience.

He crowded you against the wall and your hands went to pull him closer by his belt loops, so his hips were flush against yours. He gasped and his hips bucked involuntarily at the action.

You laughed “Come here you horndog” and he crashed his lips to yours in a desperate, messy kiss. His lips came to part yours immediately. He hadn't tasted you for so long it took him seconds to get hard.

Your hand made it inside his pants and he whined and rutted against your hand as his head went to the crook of your neck. He was breathing hard and you could almost feel him trembling in your hold.

This was going to be the quickest handjob of your life.

And he never did manage to ask about Sunday's prize.

…

A few hours later, in the car park, you were cornered by none other than Charles Leclerc.

“Hello” He murmured in your ear and you jumped at the sudden presence behind you.

You turned around quickly and he pressed you against your car to hug you.

“Hello Charles, how are you?” you said while Charles tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Horny” he answered immediately with a smile.

You laughed and he put his hands either side of you, caging you in.

“I can wait until I win on Sunday of course, but I've been told you have something else in mind”

He raised an eyebrow in question and you sighed.

“I'm not telling you what it is Charles”

He nodded solemnly “In that case…” he swiftly opened the back door of your car and pushed you inside, climbed in and closed it behind him.

“I think you owe me a little something for my Home win in Monaco, don't you think?” He wiggled his eyebrows but you just scoffed. “Come on princess, I want to taste you. It's been so long” he whined.

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. Well if you weren't going to be doing any work… might as well enjoy a treat for once.

You smirked at him and he grinned, spreading your legs and lifting your dress…

This was going to be a long weekend.

You managed to mostly avoid the drivers’ advances on Saturday, them being pretty busy with prep and qualifying and sticking around the feeder series drivers.

You hadn't even checked the group chat you'd been added to, you assumed it would just be full of questions about Sunday so you steered clear. Your plans would be revealed soon enough.

Sunday morning you arrived bright and early, catching Carlos on your way in and told him to spread the word with the others:

To shake things up a bit, and to celebrate you returning from your lengthy leave of absence, you would be rewarding the top 3 fastest laps of the race, regardless of the placement in the standings.

As you watched the race unfold you were getting more and more excited. The fastest laps were getting passed around like a football, and you were looking forward to potentially getting to have some fresh blood.

And you were right. The fresh blood came in the form of Logan Sargeant. You hadn't been able to spend a night with him yet, him never having gotten a podium.

After the race you sent a message in the group chat:

‘Congratulations to George, Logan and Max! (And Oscar of course 😘)

The three of you are welcome to stop by my hotel room (306 at the hilton, Lando don't you dare) and you need to decide between yourselves about the order etc etc… I'll be waiting ;)’

.

After a quick shower and a quick meal you lay on your bed and checked your messages.

There was just one from George.

‘we'll be there at 7:30’

Oh…

They were all coming together. (pun intended)

Interesting…

You imagined what it would be like. Would they take turns with you? George or Max showing Logan how to handle you. Fucking you into the mattress while he sat in the chair and watched, waiting for his turn.

Or maybe two of them would fill you up while the other ran his hands and mouth all over your body.

Would any of them be into touching each other? You knew Max and George were closer than what they revealed to the public, and that they had hooked up, but would you get to see it?

You imagined what Logan could be like… Was he inexperienced? Did he fuck like a pro?

All these questions were swirling around your mind when a knock at the door interrupted you. A spark of arousal shot through you and you hurried to go and open it.

Max was leaning against the frame, George stood behind him, smirking, and Logan was leaning against the opposite wall, looking cool as a cucumber as his eyes roamed your figure.

“Come on in boys” you said cheerfully, stepping aside to let them through before closing the door and sitting yourself on the bed in front of them.

“So what’s the plan, Max?” you said mischievously “You going to show these guys how it's done? Or is George going to come and claim his prize for Austria?”

George chuckled.

“Actually, we're going to fill you up.”

You frowned at him in question. “Fill me up?”

“You've got 3 holes for a reason, right?”

Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped.

“Fuck, okay…”

You found yourself bent over the bed, Max's mouth on your cunt and his fingers in your ass, stretching you out for him.

George's cock was in your mouth, and your hand was wrapped around Logan, pumping him at a leisurely pace.

Once you had come from Max's expert fingers and mouth, he deemed you ready and you were repositioned to their liking.

You straddled Logan, Max behind you, and George in front of you.

Pulling Logan into a sloppy kiss, you sank down on him slowly. Your heat enveloped him and he moaned into your mouth as you ground your hips down on him.

You felt Max's presence behind you and he pushed you and Logan to lay down. He positioned himself at your entrance and stroked your flesh tenderly.

“You ready, baby?”

You nodded and he wasted no time pushing the tip in.

You moaned, he was pretty big, and Logan was already filling you up nicely.

He pushed in slowly, and with every inch your moans increased in pitch.

Logan could feel you fluttering around him and it was driving him crazy, choosing to distract himself, and you, by sucking marks into your neck.

Once Max was fully inside, George came forward and stroked your cheek.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

You felt so full you didn't quite know how to respond, overwhelmed by the feeling of the two men inside you.

But when they started moving it was a whole different ball park.

The drag of two cocks against your walls was sending shocks of pleasure throughout your body, it was indescribable.

They didn't have the same rhythm so sometimes one pushed in while the other dragged out, but when both of them pushed in together you swore loudly as they nudged every single one of your sweet spots.

George wrapped a hand in your hair and you looked up at him, already fucked out of your mind.

“Mind if I use your mouth, love?”

He asked with a sweet smile.

You grinned at him and stuck your tongue out.

“Good girl”

Being used by 3 of the fittest men on the planet was exhausting, but incredibly rewarding, as you felt your orgasm creep up on you.

You moaned around George and he pulled out to let you breathe.

Max piped up.

“You getting close, baby?”

You whined out a yes before grabbing George's hips and shoving your mouth back on him, the weight of his cock a grounding presence to counter the white hot pleasure coursing through your body.

“Good, because we're close too, we're going to fill you up. Right guys?”

George hummed and stroked your tear stained cheeks. “And you're going to be a good girl and swallow it all, yes?”

You hummed around him, and then Logan spoke for the first time since he'd walked in the room.

“Gonna fill this sweet pussy full of my cum, baby. You like being full of cum? You like being used like a slut by your friends?”

The shock of his voice in your ear sent a shockwave through you and you came on the spot, creaming around Logan and spasming around Max. They both came inside you with a groan after a couple of rough thrusts and stayed there while you came down.

George wasn't far behind and you swallowed all of him as his come filled your mouth.

The aftercare was amazing. George and Logan accompanied you in the shower, one washing your hair while the other scrubbed your body clean of sweat and leaked come.

Max changed the sheets (he called room service for clean ones) and then went in the shower once you were done.

You went to sleep with the three of them huddled around you, their hands wandering over your flesh affectionately.

You always took care of your boys, and they always took care of you.

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One Of The Boys

One Of The Boys is a charming miniseries that transports viewers to the scenic Danish countryside for a story that explores the complicated but not unfamiliar swirl of feelings around sexuality, masculinity, and queerness.

Teenaged Lau (Jonathan Meinert Pedersen) has always felt a bit socially awkward, especially in his small, provincial town where hyper-masculinity is idolized. So, of course, he sticks out like a sore thumb when he’s sent to what’s known as “Man Camp”—a wilderness retreat where young boys undergo a series of challenges to test their strength and stamina.

This year, however, a new kid named Aksel (Jacob Spang Olsen) catches his eye. He’s got bleach-blond hair, an artistic sense of style, and he seems to be above all of the Man Camp nonsense (“Don’t you find it a bit creepy that two grown men take these young boys out to a cabin to play?” Aksel jokes). Naturally, Lau can’t help but be intrigued.

As the two develop feelings for on another, they struggle with how to show it, especially as they’re surrounded by peers who have shown they’re pretty eager to mercilessly taunt anyone who can’t prove their manliness on this so-called “mancation.”

The four-part series makes its U.S. premiere—with English subtitles—on June 8, exclusively through Viaplay.

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One of the Boys [Part One]

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Marauders & OFC friendship

Characters: James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Sirius Black, Lily Evans, Marlene McKinnon, Mary MacDonald, Original Female Character

Word Count: 4820

Rating: Teen

Summary: From the moment she met them Elle has always been one of the boys, but what happens when she doesnt want that anymore?

Tags/ Warnings: Friendship, Fluff, Angst, Male/Female Friendships, Marauders Era, High school drama, arguing, dating, the boys are stupid and sweet

Notes: Oh to be friends with dumb boys

PART ONE // PART TWO

‘So how was your first game?’ James said as he trudged into boys changing rooms clunking the door shut behind him as he trailed in after his friends.

‘Wet,’ Jace chuckled as he rested his broom against one of the changing benches, tiny droplets of water falling from one wooden surface to another before they became one with the bench. He was sodden, the layers of his quidditch uniform sticking to him as it did the others, their faces ruddy and cold from playing in a torrential downpour.

‘You’re not kidding,’ James chuckled as he came to stand next to him, ‘you did good though.’

‘Thanks,’ Jace said, as he unlaced his boots. James started to do the same, wincing as the winter’s air made contact with his dampened skin. He couldn’t wait to get in the shower, to feel the scalding hot water run across his aching muscles, but thanks to the cramped nature of the changing rooms they only had two cubicles and they’d been commandeered by the two other boys on the team before they could get a look in.

James wasn’t surprised, he was normally the first one in after a match, ready to get back out so he could catch everyone and congratulate or commiserate with them personally. But today was Jace’s first game on the team and as Gryffindor quidditch captain he’d felt obligated to make sure he had a good game. It was why he’d opted to take a seat on this bench instead of his normal one across the way with Sirius, who’d stripped out of his own soaked gear and was standing behind them, wrapped in the dressing gown he’d had the forethought to bring with him.

‘James is right you were great,’ Sirius said, ‘though I thought for sure Johnson had gotten that snitch within the first ten minutes.’

‘He nearly did,’ Jace said as he threw on a dry shirt quickly hoping the cold wouldn’t touch him.

‘Thank god the visibility was low,’ James added. He was out of his gear now, two towels wrapped around his body though it wasn’t enough to fend off the cold. In fact he was half contemplating doing the same as Jace who was dressing to head back to the tower, no doubt happy to shower and get changed properly once in somewhere with a heating system.

‘Thank Merlin Elle hit that bloody bludger away,’ Jace said with a smile, ‘I was nearly dead meat.’

‘She’s like lightning that one,’ Sirius mused.

‘Quicker than a snitch,’ James grinned.

‘And fierce too,’ Jace said as he pulled a pair of jeans on, ‘did you see the way she ripped into that Hufflepuff beater when she got too close to Johnson.’

‘That’s our Elle,’ Sirius smiled.

‘Oh yeah, you’re friends right?’ Jace replied, turning his attention to throwing his damp clothes into his quidditch bag.

‘Since first year,’ James said proudly as he did the same, pulling his dry clothes out onto the bench for when he came out of the shower.

‘So you know her pretty well then?’ Jace asked casually.

‘Better than anyone,’ Sirius said, taking a seat back on his own bench, his own sodden clothes in a pile on the floor.

‘So what’s she like?’ he asked, ‘off the pitch I mean.’

‘Well she’s Elle,’ James said, looking up from where he’d been sorting his clothes, intrigued by the boys line of questioning.

Because it wasn’t as if Jace didn’t know her. He was the year above them and though they didn’t really run in the same circles since he’d tried out for the team this year they’d been training together for a good few weeks. And Elle was Elle no matter if she was on or off the pitch. James’ scrutiny made him falter, the boy clearing his throat as he said, ‘yeah I know but…I dunno I guess I always see her hanging about with you lot but I don’t really know her. She seems…quiet.’

‘Elle?’ Sirius laughed, making James chuckle, ‘pull the other one.’

‘So what is she like then?’ Jace pressed. The boys looked at each other, unsure of how to answer. Because Elle was Elle. A marauder. Part of them as the others were. She was fierce and loyal. She was funny and charismatic but James supposed he was right, compared to him and Sirius she was on the quieter end of the spectrum even if that didn’t mean quiet in the normal sense.

‘I don’t know,’ James said, ‘funny?’

‘Loud?’ Sirius added.

‘Funny and loud?’ Jace said, a frown dancing across his face.

‘She’s like us,’ James rebutted.

‘She’s one of the boys,’ Sirius added.

‘Oh,’ Jace frowned, ‘so she doesn’t mind when you like talk about girls and stuff?’

‘James never stops,’ Sirius ribbed earning a shove from James. Sirius shoved him back, but Jace pressed on, unbothered by their wrestling, his face curious as he said, ‘no but like most girls wouldn’t like it guess. I mean they like talking about makeup and boys and stuff right?’

‘Not our Elle,’ Sirius said. James nodded.

‘So what do you talk about?’ Jace asked.

‘I don’t know,’ James shrugged, trying to pin down the last conversation they’d had but his mind was flooded by memories of today when every conversation had been about strategy or celebration, ‘quidditch?’

‘She doesn’t talk about boys and that?’ Jace asked.

‘Elle?’ Sirius asked, trying to think back about whether they’d ever talked about a boy and coming up empty. He’d mentioned girls around her and James never stopped prattling on about Lily and she was always happy to help when it came to that but the more he thought of it the more he realised they never really spoke about her love life, if he was being honest he didn’t really know if she had one and he found the words coming out before he planned them, ‘no I guess she doesn’t.’

‘Is she not interested in them or something?’ Jace chuckled softly.

‘I don’t know,’ James shrugged, ‘I think being friends with us lot has probably been enough to put her off for life don’t you think?’

‘Probably,’ Sirius joked though his smiled dimmed as he saw Jace frown, grabbing his bag from the bench and swinging it over his shoulder.

‘Yeah I bet you’re right,’ he said smiled weakly, ‘see you at the party yeah?’

‘Yeah, see you,’ James said, allowing him to pass between them and head to the door so he could leave. The pair waited until the door clicked closed before they spoke, curiosity flaming between them both.

‘That was weird right?’ Sirius said.

‘Yeah,’ James agreed, ‘what do you think? Tell Elle or not?’

‘I’m gonna go with not,’ Sirius said.

‘Agreed,’ James nodded.

‘C’mon,’ Sirius said as Gideon Johnson and Felix Fischer appeared from the showers, ‘let’s get up to the party.’

✵✵✵

Though the wind and the rain that continued to pour outside was dower and depressing it didn’t dampen the spirits of Gryffindor house who remained on a jubilant high following their win well into the evening. And though the boys had enjoyed themselves, as they did following every win, they’d grown tired of the common room festivities and so had headed to an alcove just down the corridor, mostly so Sirius could smoke. It was where Elle had found them.

She slipped in quickly behind the ornate tapestry that hid the tiny turret from view, immediately wedging herself on the small stone bench between Sirius and Remus. This wasn’t unusual and she often slotted into the group without issue so much so James didn’t even break from his conversation about a trip to Zonkos next Saturday, but noting her subdued nature Sirius took a glimpse at her. She looked sullen, her arms folded across herself and her eyes glossed over as if she was thinking about something. It was only when he nudged her thigh with his, offering her a drag of the cigarette he’d been about to hand to Remus did she look up, giving him a weak smile before she took a drag.

Curious and bored by James’ story he didn’t even let the boy finish and when she finally came up for air he smirked and said, ‘what’s up with you face ache?’

‘Nothing,’ she grumbled, leaning back against the stone seating and wincing as the coolness of it touched her back through her thin t-shirt. The change in conversation diverted all eyes on the girl which made her squirm, their worry at her absent exuberant nature a tad embarrassing.

‘C’mon it must be something,’ James said, unbothered by the conversation being steered away from his chosen topic when he saw how put out she looked.

‘Yeah since when are you this quiet?’ Peter added.

‘Can’t I be quiet if I want to be?’ Elle grumbled.

‘No,’ Sirius said, taking the cigarette back as he added, ‘spill.’

Elle shrugged and then folded her arms across her chest as if gesturing for them to move on with the conversation. When all she got in return was four expectant faces looking back at her she sighed and shuffled up in her seat, picking at her finger nails as she said, ‘it’s nothing.’

‘But?’ Sirius pressed.

‘But,’ she said, chewing on the inside of her cheek before she asked, ‘is Jace annoyed at me or something?’

‘Jace? Don’t think so,’ James said, his brow furrowing in a way that made his glasses slide down his nose, ‘why?’

‘I don’t know he seemed fine before the match but I’ve just been speaking to him and he’s acting all weird,’ she sighed, taking the cigarette back and taking a quick drag before offering it to Remus as they pondered her words, ‘…do you think it was the bludger thing?’

‘What that you saved his head from getting smashed in?’ Peter asked. James and Sirius nodded in agreement but their support only made Elle sit upright, more confused than she had been as she said, ‘I know! But…what if he, I don’t know, felt I was showing him up or something?’

‘Nah he was alright with it,’ Sirius reasoned, immediately diverting her attention, her brow furrowed as she recalled the painful ten minutes she’d spent with the boy trying to make awkward conversation before he’d pretended to see a friend across the room and made an excuse to get out of her way, prompting her to come and find the boys.

‘Wait you talked to him about it?’ she asked.

‘Yeah in the changing rooms,’ James said casually, worrying her further as she shuffled in her seat leaning forward as she pressed, ‘so what did he say?’

‘I don’t know,’ James shrugged, looking to Sirius for help. Since they’d gotten back to the party he’d put their conversation with Jace out of his mind. And considering they’d opted not to tell Elle about it in the first place he felt on the spot.

‘He was just asking about you,’ Sirius added.

‘About me?’ she asked, her mind spinning about what could have garnered such a change in temperament.

‘Yeah,’ James said.

‘What for?’ she asked quickly, worry spreading through her stomach. She loved the boys but they could be oblivious to some things, like whatever might make a boy go from talking you to awkwardly trying to get away from her.

‘Just wanted to know what you were like,’ James said.

‘Right,’ she said, her nerves mounting further, ‘but like what did he want to know?’

‘Well just what you’re like I guess,’ Sirius said, smirking as he added, ‘he said you seemed quiet.’

‘Elle?’ Remus chuckled.

‘That’s what we said,’ James grinned, but Elle didn’t laugh, she didn’t even smile as her brow was furrowed as if she was working out a particularly difficult arithmancy equation. As if she was using their words to predict the future and not liking what she was met with. When she didn’t smile Sirius shifted, glancing at James who faltered too, hastening to add, ‘we just said you were a laugh.’

‘Yeah and smart,’ Sirius added, ‘like us.’

‘Like you?’ she frowned.

‘Well yeah,’ James said, unsure why the comparison seemed to weigh heavily on her. After all they were always lumped together. She was as much a part of the marauders as they were so for her to seem offended by that hurt him more than he’d expected. But Elle paid no notice to his upset, still thinking as she said, ‘and when you said that what did he say?’

‘Nothing really,’ Sirius said, but James sat up, sharing a look with his friend before he said, ‘well…he asked about what we talked about.’

‘And you said?’ Elle pressed.

‘Does it matter?’ James snipped.

‘Yes!’ Elle sighed, standing up and running her hand through her long golden locks as she thought about Jace. How unimpressed he’d looked. How it was no surprise. They’d been getting on well, a bit of flirty banter tossed here and there since he’d joined the team and she’d been waiting on a win to celebrate with him and talk properly. No wonder he didn’t want to speak to her, not when he thought she was a loud and boisterous. Just like them. Like a boy. Worse still they didn’t seem to get it, shrugging as if it was of insignificance as James replied, ‘we just said like quidditch and stuff!’

‘The canons,’ Sirius offered.

‘Pranks!’ Peter asked, though he shrunk back against his seat when Elle glared at him for daring to add fuel to this mounting fire but her attention was redirected as James spoke, his words encouraging as he said, ‘we just told him you were one of the boys.’

At that her gaze snapped towards him, her bright blue eyes flaming as her mouth drew to a tight pout that rivalled that of McGonagall’s when she was trying to temper her anger. The boys shared a hesitant look as she rubbed her brow and grit out, ‘what?’

‘We just-’ Sirius started.

‘You told him I was one of the boys!’ she snapped.

‘Well yeah!’ James replied.

‘You are,’ Sirius added irate at the way she was snapping at them considering he didn’t see what was wrong with the comparison. She’d never minded being part of their gang before, what was different today?

‘And what else?’ she asked, folding her arms across her chest angrily.

‘Elle,’ Remus tried but she cut him off.

‘What else!’ she demanded.

‘Well I can’t really remember,’ James lied, ‘it was just a casual conversation.’

‘Yeah, I mean I guess he asked about…’ Sirius started, falling quiet as James widened his eyes at him. They hadn’t even been able to ascertain what was weird about Jace’s questioning let alone what would trigger more anger if translated haphazardly to Elle who was growing more irate by the second.

‘Asked about what?’ Elle said, her voice deathly low. Remus and Peter sank back, thankful their lack of athleticism had ruled them out of being subjected to the storm that was brewing. James looked to Sirius for help, the two of them having a silent conversation that only seemed to enrage Elle further and she leant forward and took the cigarette that Sirius had managed to pilfer back at some point out of his fingers holding it out of his reach as he lurched to snatch it back. That made James shuffle awkwardly in his seat as though he was prey trying to display just how non-threatening he was though it was nothing compared to Peter who seemed frozen still just in case movement caused her to divert her attention onto him. However it had the desired effect on Sirius though who finally snapped, ‘oi don’t get your knickers in a twist!’

‘Then tell me what he said!’ Elle demand, moving back as he rose from his seat to get it. Sirius scowled and glanced at James who shrugged as if signalling he might as well divulge whatever they were keeping back. It wasn’t as though she could get any angrier after all.

‘Fine,’ Sirius sighed, stepping so that they were face to face and looking down on her as she baited him, ‘he asked if you minded us talking about girls around you.’

‘And you said?’ Elle asked, that nervous feeling returning.

‘Well you don’t,’ James said from behind him, unable to see how she hadn’t worked that out for herself.

‘Did he ask anything else?’ she pressed, ignoring him.

‘If you talked about boys which as Prongs said-’

‘Oh my god!’ Elle shrieked, dropping the cigarette to the floor as her hands flew to her face, brushing her hair out of it. Sirius spied his opportunity and grabbed the fag from the floor before sitting back down but uncertain of what exactly had tipped her over the edge James just asked, ‘what?!’

‘You told him I was one of the boys!’ she shrieked.

‘You are!’ James shouted.

‘That I don’t like boys!’ she snapped, shaking her head as if she could get the words out of them, ‘oh my god.’

‘Elle please calm down,’ Remus said.

‘I can’t believe them!’ she rambled.

‘It’s not that bad-’

‘Stop defending them!’ Elle snapped.

‘What have they actually done though?’ Peter asked, lost at how the conversation had spiralled so out of control.

‘Are you thick?!’ she snapped, her anger hitting everyone regardless of fault.

‘Oi it’s not my fault,’ Peter retorted, feeling foolish for sticking his head above the parapet.

‘Pete’s right it’s us you’re upset at,’ James said, feeling guilty as Peter shrunk back in his seat, nursing his bruised ego.

‘Not that I can see why,’ Sirius grumbled, causing her gaze to fall on him as though she were a bull noticing a red flag for the first time. Remus immediately jumped up to separate them, holding his hands up in surrender as he said, ‘look lets calm down. Don’t get upset.’

‘Oh and what kind of person would get upset eh?’ she challenged, ‘oh I bet I should just be like you when they do stupid shit. Water off a ducks back eh?’

‘I didn’t say that,’ Remus grunted, irritated by her refusal to even conceded to trying to smooth this out. He didn’t doubt the boys had done wrong but shouting was getting them nowhere.

‘You didn’t have to!’ she scoffed, ‘ugh, you know you lot are so stupid sometimes-’

‘And how are we supposed to apologise for being stupid when we don’t even know what we’ve done!?’ Sirius challenged, getting to his feet so that they could see one another around their werewolf buffer. 

‘Don’t know how you couldn’t figure it out! I mean I’m just one of the boys right, one of the lads surely you’ll just know what could be wrong,’ she shouted, her voice echoing off the small chamber and out into the drizzly night air. And before they could retort she stormed out, pushing the tapestry roughly out of her way so much that it swayed vigorously on its hanging. Remus stuck his head out and shouted for her but she was disappearing down the end of the corridor within seconds of leaving and the way she ignored him didn’t lend itself to the idea she’d slow down if he tried to chase after her.

So deeming it fruitless he stepped back inside and dropped back into his seat. Sirius had already lit another cigarette and offered it to him immediately after the first drag. Everyone looked just as confused as each other.

‘Any idea what that was about?’ James asked after a minute of pondering.

‘No idea,’ Sirius said with a roll of his eyes.

‘Well until we do,’ Remus said, taking a quick drag, relief flooding through his bones as the nicotine hit and removed his edginess, ‘maybe don’t speak to anyone else about her yeah?’

✵✵✵

What had started to be a dreadfully wet weekend soon turned into an ice age as the boys awoke on Sunday morning to find Elle’s mood had not lifted. Evidenced that by the fact she took one step into the great hall at breakfast, saw them and then promptly stormed out without having a bite to eat. They didn’t see her at all after that, not even at the mini practice James arranged the evening after every game, win or lose, to go over what they’d done well or needed to work on for the next one. And given that she was the only one of the team that attended come rain or shine reality started to set in that their little disagreement may have been more than just some tiff that would blow over.

The only issue was they didn’t really understand what they’d done wrong. After a night of dissecting they’d established likening her to a boy was not something she took lightly but they didn’t know why. Because Elle was one of them. A marauder. Fearless, bright and funny. She fit right in so her utter abhorrence at being known as such had stung. So much so that by the time they walked into the great hall on Monday morning they were just as hurt as she was.

‘She won’t even look this way,’ James said glumly, watching up the table as Elle chatted jovially with Lily and Marlene.

‘Well let her,’ Sirius said though his eyes had been darting up her end of the table every couple of minutes despite himself.

‘You don’t mean that,’ Remus countered as he took a sip of tea.

‘Don’t I?’ Sirius said with a scowl.

‘No otherwise you wouldn’t have had a face like a wet weekend all last night when she didn’t show up would you,’ Remus countered, deepening his scowl further because he knew he was right.

‘Okay so what do you suppose we do then?’ Peter asked.

‘Try and speak to her?’ James suggested though as he spoke he realised she was rising from her seat, waiting for the girls to gather their belongings so they could head to class, ‘c’mon she’s leaving.’

The boys quickly grabbed their things, albeit with a bit of grumbling from Peter about missing the end of breakfast, and by the time she’d gotten to the door they were in the doorway, blocking her, Lily and Marlene from getting past. The moment she realised what the bottleneck was her face became as thunderous as the landscape outside but she didn’t shout like she had before, instead she held her head high and offered a tight, ‘excuse me.’

‘Elle can we have a word,’ James said.

‘Let me past,’ she replied coolly.

‘Elle please,’ Peter said.

‘She doesn’t want to speak to you,’ Marlene snapped, locking arms with Elle as they both scowled at the pair.

‘Oh come on!’ Sirius huffed.

‘Come on what!’ Elle snapped, her blue eyes landing on him.

‘This is childish!’ Sirius retorted, glaring at Lily who snorted before adding, ‘well it is! It’s...’

‘What Sirius?’ Elle challenged, the boys were looking at him now and all of them could see he was on the verge of saying something stupid and yet none of them could stop him because before they could diffuse any tension he said, ‘it’s girl stuff!’

And if Elle’s face hadn’t been like thunder before the looks on Lily and Marlene’s faces was enough to let them know they’d pushed it too far. But their squawking protests were only met by Sirius doubling down, especially now people were looking at him as he said, ‘well it is! Ignoring us, not telling us what we did wrong-’

‘Yeah?’ Elle challenged, ‘and boy stuff is not having enough emotional intelligence to work out what you bloody did wrong in the first place!’

And before any of them could offer anymore protests she barged through the group and fled up the stairs towards her lesson Marlene in tow and Lily trudging behind. Though as the two blondes disappeared up the stone steps Lily hung back, looking disapprovingly at the four of them. It was a feat that seemed to wound James, which was probably why he said, ‘spare me the lecture Evans I’m not in the mood.’

‘You don’t get it do you?’ she asked.

‘Get what?’ Sirius grunted.

‘This argument isn’t some big mystery you know,’ she said.

‘Yeah because she’ll have told you lot all about it,’ Peter challenged.

‘Yeah and even from the outside I could see what the real issue was,’ Lily said.

‘Because you’re so emotionally intelligent,’ Sirius said sarcastically.

‘Because I’m not so dense that I don’t realise why she might not like being called a boy when she’s not one,’ Lily said.

‘But we didn’t mean it like that,’ James protested.

‘Yeah more like she’s part of us,’ Peter said.

‘And what did Jace say when you mentioned that?’ Lily challenged. James and Sirius shared a look, as if they’d forgotten that Jace had been the catalyst for this whole issue starting. As realisation started creeping in Lily doubled down, ‘funnily enough boys don’t seem very interested in girls who are loud like James or arrogant like Sirius.’

‘So Elle’s pissed off we didn’t brag about her to Jace?!’ Sirius baulked. But Lily only rolled her eyes and scoffed, whatever wisdom she was trying to impart missing the mark.

‘You know what forget I said anything,’ Lily grumbled, ‘I’m sure you boys are clever enough to work it out on your own.’

And then she turned on her heel and flitted up the stairs where the girls had disappeared. The boys watched her go before they realised they were creating a jam at the door way as curious students had feigned heading to class in order to eavesdrop. They shuffled out of the way, convening in a corner of the entrance hall as the need for a debrief was felt by all of them before they attempted to head to class.

‘So it is to do with Jace?’ Peter asked with a confused frown.

‘It’s about comparing her to a boy I think,’ Remus said.

‘But she knows we know she’s girl!’ James said exasperatedly.

‘Whatever it is she’s acting like child,’ Sirius grumbled.

‘Yeah I don’t think bringing that up helped Pads,’ Remus said earning himself a scowl. He sighed and readjusted his bag strap so it stopped slipping down his shoulder, ‘oh I don’t know let’s just get to class.’

‘Yeah come on,’ Peter said, checking his watch before the pair of them started heading towards the stairs to their first lesson of the day. Sirius looked as though he was angling for more of an argument, whatever frustrations he’d not managed to get out with the girls festering beneath his handsome scowl. James offered him a smile of encouragement and gestured for them to follow on.

As they started to climb the steps he thought of their first lesson of the day. Transfiguration. It was them and the Slytherins and in true McGonagall fashion the class was segregated in alphabetical order which meant they’d probably spend the lesson being scowled at by whichever girls had taken her side and the back of Elle’s head as she steadfastly ignored them.

He wished he’d not bothered suggesting they try and talk to her. He’d underestimated this being a little disagreement, something that would blow over after a day or two. Now it looked as though they’d only made things worse though he didn’t know why. What had Lily meant by they’d figure it out? She was upset they’d compared her to a boy? Because they hadn’t meant it in a mean way, in fact it was one of the things they loved about her. She was one of them part of the team. So then it had to be about Jace right?  

As if he could hear the thoughts slotting into place Sirius looked to him, an expectant expression on his face as he waited for him to explain. Fearing Remus would chastise them for bringing it up again when they were almost near their classroom he hung back just a touch so that it wasn’t evident they were out of ear shot from their friends.

‘You might be right you know,’ James said.

‘That she’s over reacting?’ Sirius asked.

‘That it was about Jace,’ James said.

‘You think he likes her?’ Sirius asked, his brows knitting together as if he was trying to remember the conversation they’d had with the boy, analysing his body language and questions in retrospect.

‘I think he did and well us telling him she was one of the boys put him off,’ James said.

‘Well we didn’t lie about anything,’ Sirius said indignantly, ‘and if he doesn’t like Elle for Elle then she’s better off without him.’

‘True but maybe that’s up to her,’ James said, ‘besides she has a point.’

‘How?’ Sirius asked.

‘Because I wouldn’t have missed it if it was a girl fancying you. For Elle I didn’t even think about it,’ James said. And as they joined the back of the queue waiting to enter their classroom Sirius was finally rendered silent because James was absolutely right.

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[themultifanshipper]

So I read the your story about Logan, George, Max and paddock bunny reader. It was fucking amazing.

Could I maybe request a fluff one where some random man is very sexist and mean towards her. The drivers see it and become kind of protective. When she wants to reward them with sex, they are being like : No honey. You just rest and look pretty while we murder this idiot☺️👍

But please don't feel pressured to write it if you don't feel comfortable

You should have known as soon as the journalist approached you that this wouldn't end well.

“Would you mind answering a couple of questions, miss?”

You naively said yes, not expecting the line of questioning that was about to come.

Part 3 of One of the Boys

Warnings: a smidge of angst, lots of fluff, drivers being protective, a lil smut at the end but it's skippable, i've put a *** where it starts, dirty talk, sleepy sex, smut with Oscar and Lando, mentioned smut with Charles, Max and George just being good friends

“Care to comment on the rumour that you are in the paddock as a sexual companion for the drivers to use to relieve stress?”

Your breath got caught in your throat.

“Excuse me?”

The man cleared his throat and continued.

“Sources say you have slept with multiple drivers, is it because you have some sort of agreement or contract? Or are you just that promiscuous?”

You stared at him open mouthed, not knowing what to say.

“Or are you perhaps doing it for money? Do you have a sugar daddy in the paddock? Do you limit yourself to drivers or do you also let team officials have a go at you?”

What the fuck.

Tears prickled your eyes at the onslaught of invasive questions as rage filled you.

“Who the fuck do you think you are? What gives you the right to ask about my sex life?! What I do in my free time is none of your fucking business, and for your information, I do not receive money from any member of the paddock, and I am NOT just a toy to use for men whenever they feel like! Just because I'm a woman you assume I have an ulterior motive for being here but-”

Your voice was getting louder as each word left your lips and the shouting attracted the attention of George and Max that were passing nearby.

“What's going on here?” Max asked the man as George noticed a tear run down your cheek. “Are you okay?”

You wiped at it furiously and nodded “Yeah I'm fine!”

Max stared daggers between you and the man “What the fuck did you say to her?”

The man rolled his eyes dismissively.

“I wanted to know if the rumours of her being the paddock's whore were true… I guess I have my answer”

The sudden urge to swing at him almost overtook Max but he held himself in check. George put arm around you and lead you away, managing to spit out a ‘go fuck yourself’ to the man.

Max ripped the man's lanyard off and checked the name on it.

“Well done, Jonathan, you've successfully managed to get yourself banned from ever coming to a race again, good luck salvaging your career after I'm done making sure you never work in sports journalism ever again”

He stormed off straight towards the offices, ready to bribe the entire FIA top brass if it meant protecting you from ever living through that again.

You and George made your way through the paddock and ran into Oscar on the way, who noticed your distress immediately.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?”

Another tear ran down your cheek as you all but threw your arms around him and squeezed him, tears dampening his team polo.

He widened his eyes at George in question, who ran a hand up and down your back soothingly.

“Some dickhead journalist was being a cunt and calling her the paddock whore. Max is sorting it”

“Shit, I'm so sorry baby. That shouldn't have happened”

George hummed in agreement. “One thing's for sure, it won't happen again if Max has anything to say about it”

You sniffled and let Oscar go, straightening yourself out before the next session as the other drivers had to go and get ready.

Qualifying was nerve wracking. It was Monza after all.

Oscar made you stay in the McLaren garage to stop any unwanted attention falling on you.

Him and George came to find you after, at least one of them staying by your side at all times like guard dogs until it was time to go.

You were still a bit shaky as you spotted Max waiting for you by the entrance.

“I've sorted it. That guy won't be coming anywhere near the paddock for at least 5 years, and I've sent a request for a GDPA meeting to discuss the need for extra security for drivers and their guests”

George made an impressed face and Oscar hummed.

“I don't know how to repay you guys for today” you fiddled with the hem of your top as your eyes shifted from one driver to the other until they landed on Max “At least let me do something for you”

Your hand went to Max's chest but he took it and squeezed.

“Absolutely not. That would be taking advantage of you and I refuse to prove that asshole right”

The other two readily agreed.

“You're free to stay in any of our hotel rooms if it will make you feel better, but we’re your friends and our priority is keeping you safe”

You started getting emotional again as you hugged them before swearing you'd be fine on your own and going your separate ways.

You once again ended up staying in the same hotel as the McLaren drivers.

And as you unwinded after your day you started getting a bit stressed out at the idea of something like this happening at every race and before you knew it you found yourself in front of Oscar's hotel room, on the verge of an anxiety attack.

It wasn't Oscar that opened the door however, it was Lando. And he was shirtless.

You stared at him as you tried to collect your thoughts.

“Hey baby, you okay? Oscar told me what happened earlier”

You surged forwards and hugged him, making the man stumble a bit.

He wrapped his arms around you protectively and squeezed while you inhaled the comforting scent of his cologne.

Oscar, wondering who was at the door, came to investigate and awed at the sight of you two cuddling in the doorway.

You looked at him only in his boxers, and were suddenly hit with the realisation.

“Wait, shit. Were you about to fuck before I knocked?”

Oscar laughed and patted you on the back. “Don't worry about us baby, if you need company we're always available for you”

You had to hold back tears as you asked to take a shower, which you did, before climbing into bed in a borrowed shirt, the other two climbing in either side of you.

Oscar turned the light off and you snuggled up to him.

As your beathing synced up with his, your hand wandered over his chest. “You sure you don't want a quick blowjob?”

He snorted and slapped your hand away as Lando cackled behind you. “Absolutely not! Go to sleep and we'll see what happens tomorrow, I'd rather earn it by beating the others on track”

He gave you a quick peck on the cheek before wrapping arm around you.

You fell asleep like that, Oscar drawing patterns on your arm and Lando snoring softly behind you.

***

You woke the next morning completely tangled with another body.

Turns out it was Lando's, and he was shifting around, letting out soft puffs of breath against your forehead.

And you couldn't blame him, you were almost panting yourself, both at how hot you were because of you being plastered against his body, and at the fact that his thigh was between yours and rubbing against your clothed pussy with all his shifting around.

You moaned softly and that seemed to wake him up with a start, eyes darting around until they focused on your face and he realised what was happening.

His hard cock was rutting against your hip and he shuddered when your hand went down to palm him through his boxers.

“Fuck baby, I hope you're feeling as needy as I am right now”

You giggled into his shoulder and nodded, hand slipping into his boxers to thumb at his wet tip.

He quickly stopped you, lest he come too quickly and kissed your forehead before trailing your own hand down your body.

“Touch yourself” he whispered “tell me how wet you are for me”

You slid a finger through your folds and your suspicions were confirmed as it almost slipped right in with how slick you were.

“So fucking wet, Lan” you whispered back, you didn't know if Oscar was still sleeping behind you but you didn't care.

“Shit you're right” Lando’s finger had joined yours “I could slip right in. Can I?”

You nodded and he lazily slid your slick panties out of the way and rubbed himself through your folds a couple of times before pushing in.

It was a tight fit, but he was right, he slid inside with no resistance and he groaned and bottomed out.

“Fuck. Shit. Hell, I'm not going to last long, baby” his voice was tight as he started rocking his hips gently.

You just got wetter as he went deeper and deeper, hooking your leg over his hip to drive into you with more force.

You bit into his shoulder to try and keep your noises at bay but it was useless when Lando used you to chase his pleasure and it didn't take long for him to start whimpering into your skin.

“Can I come inside you, baby, please?”

“Of course, Lan. Come for me, good boy...”

“Fuck” his hips slammed against yours twice more as he filled you up.

You quickly ripped the covers off you and breathed a sigh of relief as the slightly cooler air of sunny Monza hit your over heated skin.

He kissed you sweetly and it almost escalated into more but you heard a chuckle behind you.

Your two heads snapped to Oscar.

The fucker was laying on his side, head propped on his hand as he watched you with a smile.

“Well that was quick” he teased, eyes full of mirth “I'm glad you interrupted us last night if that's the performance I was going to get”

You giggled and Lando huffed “Oh fuck off. If you felt how fucking sweet her pussy is you wouldn’t have lasted either”

“Challenge accepted” Oscar said with glee as he slid towards you and leaned against your back.

“You can go shower while I take care of her” he unhooked your leg from Lando's waist and lifted it as he lined himself up and pushed into you slowly.

Your eyes rolled back at the stretch (because Oscar was slightly thicker than Lando) and the change of angle which made him grind into your g-spot dead on.

Lando rolled his own eyes, crawling out of bed to go and shower, grumbling on the way.

“That's not fair, you've got the better angle you bastard…”

Oscar chuckled and thrusted into you harder, ripping a moan from your throat.

You were about to move to get on top of him but Oscar held you firmly in place.

“No baby, let me do all the work”

He rolled over you and pressed your body into the mattress, his weight comforting on top of you as he jackhammered his hips into you at the perfect angle to make you see stars.

One of his hands squeezed itself in-between your body and the mattress to find your puffy cunt and rubbed calculated circles on your clit.

You came so hard you almost blacked out and you started begging for him to come inside you, knowing that always made him weak in the knees.

“Please Osc, fill me up with your come, make me carry a part of you inside me while you race”

Oscar let out a punched out moan and there's nothing he could do to stop it as he did just that, pumping you full to the brim with his cum as he growled into your shoulder, teeth probably leaving indents on your skin.

Once his brain had stopped melting he landed a sharp slap to your ass.

“That wasn't part of my plan. Fucking witch.”

You laughed as he got off you to go join Lando in the bathroom.

“I know my way around my boys' kinks, what can I say?” you laughed as he flipped you off.

“Yeah, yeah. I want a rematch, tonight if I win. I'm not stopping until you're crying”

Fat chance, you thought.

You giggled and got up to follow him in, also desperately needing a shower.

Well, he didn't win, so you didn't get to see him that evening (though your celebrations weren't anything less than extraordinary, after all, it wasn’t every day that Il Predestinato won at Ferrari's home race).

What you did get however, was a video the next day.

As you lay in bed with Charles, you clicked on the icon curiously and almost spit out the coffee he’d gone and bought in an attempt to nurse your hangovers.

It was from Oscar's point of view, fucking Lando missionary, and the older man was covered, and I mean covered, in what you assumed was his own cum. He was whimpering as Oscar fisted his cock in time with his hips' movements.

“See? I told you I could last longer. Made him come so many times he can't even speak” Oscar growled into the microphone

You (and a curious Charles) watched in silent horror as Lando came again with a sob, completely dry.

It was an unhinged thought, but you secretly hoped Oscar would win the next race, and every single race until the end of time.

[ribroses]

Personally, I consider Katy’s ‘One Of The Boys’ and ‘Teenage Dream’ eras to be her best, so I’m curious to know, of the two, which do you like better? Lmk!!!

This is another Katy mood board I made, when I tried to get too fancy with it, but I ended up hating it lol.