#checo Pérez

[selfishpresley]

The only acceptable person to win tomorrow is Checo.

But since the RB-20 is the shittiest car in existence, this is the list of people that should win/podium.

1. Charles : he has a Mexican girlfriend that outmugs him in every single picture, purely for her. forza Ferrari

2. Max : Checo’s boyfriend and his lead would get extended

3. Yuki : chestappen son

4. Pato : Lando gets appendicitis and Pato races for him. Pato wins or gets podium in the Mexican GP, second Mexican in f1. McLaren forces me to start liking them

5. Franco : Latina baddie

6. Zhou : Chinese-Mexican relations would improve so much that you would see a boom in the economy in the next coming years

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Optional and what I will be praying for: Checo pulls a Sakir 2020 and goes from shit position to first. First Mexican to win. A line of people forms in foro sol to slob on his knob.

[816wdc]

unpopular opinion but i love when drivers get messy on track. like yes you hate that man. give him the middle finger and bitch at him on team radio.

[tootiredtofunctionproperly]

When I go to a Chestappen shipping contest and my opponent is the Red Bull admin 🧍‍♀️

[stormflowers54]

Dog Toys and Hog Ties

Checo Pérez x Max Verstappen

18+!!! mdni

Word Count: 1.1k

Warning: petplay (again), degrading

A/N: READ THIS PLEASE!!! For freaky reasons, we’re gonna pretend that Max joined the grid when he was 18. kay? kay!

also this one isn’t the best so please don’t be mean I’m trying to figure out not putting their names in there all the time 💖

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God, from the moment Checo hit puberty, he knew he was different from the other kids his age. He lived the type of stereotypical teenage years that you see in those corny short films about coming to accept your homosexuality. It was so textbook it was almost comical. It started out when all of his friends around him in middle school would talk about porn they totally watched, although everyone knew that they were too wuss to actually have that on their search history. Except young Checo, of course. He had thought that his friends truly were searching this up, so he took to his family computer when he thought no one was home, and tried watching. For some God forbidden reason, he caught himself paying attention to the man, and told no one. Young Checo would play along when his friends asked him about it at school, but it became a routine, every time no one was at home, he’d hop back on the family computer, and it’s like he was hypnotized. He would watch almost anything, but he definitely had a preference for blondes, and it was obvious. One day, the poor guy was doing his usual thing, but an idea popped up in his head. He suddenly typed in the search bar of the website ‘gay’. That was practically the beginning of the end. From that point forward, that search was Checo’s new routine.

On a rainy day during some school holiday, Checo is back to his usual routine, until suddenly he hears a voice behind him,

“Chequito, what are you doing?”

At that, the boy physically cringes, hearing his mother’s voice. Checo desperately tried to explain himself, telling her it was a mistake, that it just popped up on his screen, etc. She knew, of course. She had known since he was little. His poor, poor mamá had just witnessed her son watching gay porn, but she was calm about it. She told him that she knew, that they all knew his little secret, but they all still loved him nonetheless.

As Checo grew older, advanced in school and in racing, he found himself seeking out different preferences, fetishes, and kinks. Slowly over time he had managed to collect a plethora of sex toys, and by God was he insatiable. His hormones were so out of control by age 20 that almost 3-4 hours every day without fail, he was in bed, getting off on his various gizmos and gadgets. He had never had a boyfriend, he wanted one, but he was terrified that no one would share his preferences, at least no one worth a damn.

After so long of his constant hormone fueled trials and test runs, he had found himself favoring pet play the most. He would put on his little puppy ears and butt-plug tail, among a collar and other various items, and would have the best orgasms of his life. Without fail, these things would always manage to get him to cum loads. It’d get all over his belly, sheets, headboard, you name it, he probably came on it. Worst of all, the young man was a pillow humper. He could stay up hours and hours, nights before races, just so he could get that sweet, sweet orgasm from his pillow. Checo couldn’t help it that he’d pant like a puppy or yip and bark while doing so, it just came naturally to him. He expected this behavior to stop whenever he got older, but it just got more and more intense. He had always eyed the cute blondies on the grid when he got into F1, so when a cute, young, aggressive blond guy had joined when Checo was 26, he couldn’t resist taking in some of the eye candy.

Checo had soon learned that his name was Max, and he was a little terrorist on the track. The older man was always flicking his eyes over to Max, trying to get a glimpse when he could, but what he didn’t know was that Max saw everything. Max saw every little glance, every time Checo’s tongue darted out, and every single lip bite. Naturally, whenever Max had his chance, he grabbed Checo by the collar of his race suit and dragged him into his trailer, nearly a year after he had joined Formula 1.

“Are you gonna just keep standing there and acting like I’m never going to notice your stares, or are you going to do something about it, mutt?” Max growls, his adrenaline still fired up after the race.

Checo’s eyes widen as Max calls him ‘mutt’. He knew. Of course Max knew. Checo had seen the articles, heard the gossip. Max always got his way, whether others liked it or not. As Checo stands there speechless, Max rolls his eyes and yanks him forward, taking the older man’s lips into a hot kiss, his tongue forcing past the seal of Checo’s mouth.

And that’s how their relationship began, Max would take what he wanted from Checo, and Checo loved it. It wasn’t until one night when they had gone over to Checo’s place, and Max decided to have some fun with his toys. From that night on, their whole dynamic changed.

“Max, are you sure you know how to tie those knots?” Checo asks, whimpering as he feels the ropes get tighter, the younger man having hog-tied him as he lays on the bed.

“I’m sure, you silly pup”. Max finishes tying up the older man and takes a look at his handiwork. “God, you look beautiful” he practically moans. Checo is littered in hickeys, his head adorned with floppy puppy-dog ears, and a tail-plug slipped into his ass.

He whines, his face flushed and cock throbbing, feeling the pre-cum emerging out of the tip. His muscles ache as they’re held back by rope, but it’s a sweet ache, the kind you search out. Suddenly the tail plug is pulled out of his plump ass with a small “pop!”, and Max is in his ear, whispering to him. “Do you want me to breed you, puppy?”

Checo shudders and moans, nodding eagerly, needing some sort of release. Max chuckles and quickly slips a dog toy in the submissive man’s mouth. “Here, pup, you’re gonna need it.”

Without warning, but thankfully with lube, Max is grabbing onto the older man’s hips and fucking him forcefully. Checo’s eyes widen but quickly he relaxes and his pupils dilate, letting out soft, “uh- uh- uh-”s around his dog toy with each thrust.

Checo is quick to climax, no hands needed, Max’s thick cock penetrating him deep every. single. time. Max however, takes a little longer before filling Checo’s cute, tight ass with thick, heavy loads of cum, leaving the Mexican’s mind to swirl with satisfaction for being bred.

The younger man is quick to untie him, rubbing a gentle hand over his skin, comforting Checo. “Good pup, such a great puppy, you did so well for your owner.”

[comfortforchestappenfans]

they went to China for a game night date and ended up with a 1 and 3 in the sprint race 💗 chestappen podium

[daymark465]

mmmmmm

[in-love-with-charles-leclerc]

OLÉÉ CHECO PEREZZZ P10 BABY!!

[vindott]

“I wish I could forget you”

The night sky stretched endlessly above them, the Mexican desert cool beneath their feet. Max Verstappen leaned against the Red Bull car, staring at the horizon. The afterglow of another race win had long faded, leaving behind only the quiet hum of engines cooling and the murmur of the team packing up.

Beside him, Checo Perez stood, silent and distant. The easy banter they once shared felt like a lifetime ago, buried under the weight of unspoken feelings and competitive tension.

“I wish I could forget you,” Max finally broke the silence, his voice low but filled with a vulnerability Checo wasn’t used to hearing.

Checo flinched, not expecting the words. His gaze dropped to the ground, as if the earth could offer answers for the storm swirling inside his heart. “It’s not that easy, Max.”

Max exhaled, pushing himself off the car to stand closer to Checo, his blue eyes searching the other driver’s face. “No, it’s not,” he admitted, his voice thick with the ache of unsaid things. “I tried—hell, I’ve tried. But no matter how many races I win or how many trophies we lift, it’s you I keep thinking about.”

Checo turned, eyes dark and full of something Max couldn’t place. Pain? Regret? Longing? “We’re teammates, Max. Friends.”

“We were more than that, Checo. You know it.” Max’s voice cracked, and for once, he wasn’t the invincible champion the world saw him as. He was just Max—human, flawed, and heartbroken.

Checo sighed, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. “And that’s why it’s complicated. The team, the pressure, the expectations… You and me, we’re supposed to be focused on winning. Not this.”

Max shook his head, his hands balling into fists by his side. “I don’t care about the rest of it, Checo. I care about you.”

The desert air was heavy with words left unspoken, a tension between them that neither racing nor victory could break. Checo’s eyes met Max’s, his voice soft. “If we do this, Max… it could ruin everything.”

Max took a step closer, so close now that Checo could feel his breath, warm against the night air. “Then let it ruin everything. Because I’d rather risk it all than go on pretending I can forget you.”

For a long moment, they stood there, the world around them falling silent. And then, without warning, Checo closed the gap, pulling Max into a kiss that was long overdue. It was a kiss that spoke of all the things they couldn’t say out loud—of passion, of love, of fear.

When they pulled apart, breathless, Checo’s hand lingered on Max’s cheek. “I wish I could forget you,” Checo whispered, echoing Max’s words. “But I don’t want to.”

Max smiled, the weight of the world lifted just a little. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere.”

[selfishpresley]

[satellite-runner]

have i missed something

[eterniravioli]

right now:

charles second driver for red bull

checo second driver for mclaren

oscar second driver for ferrari

and i thought indycar played musical chairs with their seats

[stormflowers54]

Kitty to the Max

Max Verstappen x Checo Pérez

18+!!! mdni

Word Count: 1k

Warning?: petplay, I think that’s mostly it, they get it on

A/N: Very short and kinda rushed, I wrote this in about an hour, but I hope you enjoy!!

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Checo yawns and stretches as he sits at the table across from Max, who is eating his cereal peacefully while scrolling on his phone. The warm sunlight of a late summer morning dances over them and the table through the windows, illuminating Max’s pale skin. Checo tilts his head, observing the man across from him before speaking,

“You look beautiful this morning, leoncito.”

Max looks up from his phone at the older man, a goofy, groggy smile spreading across his face, “You don’t look too bad either” he snickers mischievously.

The older man rolls his eyes and sighs, his eyes still roaming over Max’s features. He admires the mole adorning the younger man’s lip, the blue hue of his eyes, and the red tint splattered on his cheeks, because Lord knows the boy won’t wear sunscreen. “God forbid I compliment you… Just for that, we get to clean the house today.”

The loud, dramatic groan that escapes Max’s lips is almost comical, acting like he’s being subjected to torture. “Are you serious?” the younger man asks incredulously, in total disbelief.

“So dramatic, of course I’m serious. You can clean down here and I’ll clean upstairs, deal?”

Max huffs and rolls his eyes, standing up from his chair and treading over to the sink to clear his bowl out. “I’m taking that as a yes,” Checo murmurs, standing up and giving Max’s ass a small squeeze before heading upstairs to start straightening up.

After roughly an hour of cleaning, Checo is clearing out their nightstands on each side of the bed, when he opens Max’s bottom drawer. His eyes widen in surprise as he takes in the items laying in the drawer, not expecting this from his boyfriend. He grabs the items and walks over to the top of the stairs, “Maxy! Where are you at?” he calls out, trotting down the stairs in search of the younger man.

Max perks up, hearing Checo’s voice calling for him. “Cleaning the office!” he calls back, dusting the shelves of their shared home office. The younger man’s eyes widen as he sees Checo walk over and what items are in his hand.

“Care to explain?” says the older man, his eyebrow cocked, giving his boyfriend a questioning look. In his hand are a few items, cat ears, a jingly collar, paw socks, and last but certainly not least, a tail plug. Max’s face instantly lights up like a Christmas light, a red hue painting his skin. “Are you hiding something from me, leoncito?”

“Well uhm- uh- it’s hard to explain”

“Are you into petplay, gatito?” The words escape Checo’s lips like they’re nothing, the affectionate nickname lighting up Max’s face even brighter. “You want to be my little kitty?”

Max can’t help but bite his lip, letting out a small whimper before nodding, his head hanging shamefully. Checo sees the look on his boyfriend’s face and frowns, stepping closer to him. He tilts Max’s chin up with a curled finger, forcing him to make eye contact.

“Don’t be ashamed leoncito, you can’t help what you like” he murmurs, his breath hitting Max’s lips. “It doesn’t hurt that I think it’s really hot, either”

Max’s eyes go wide and he looks down at the older man, his lips parting slightly. “You think so?”. He steps closer to Checo, looking vulnerable and needy. What kind of man would Checo be to deny his needy, hot boyfriend?

Soon enough, Max is on his knees in front of Checo, sporting the kitty ears, paw socks, a collar, and that sinful tail plug. Nothing else. The older man brushes his hand through Max’s hair, admiring the beauty of his boyfriend like this. “Why don’t you go ahead and hop up on the bed, leoncito, on your back”

Max, of course, follows the orders obediently, exposing his gorgeous pale skin as he lays on his back. Checo takes in the sight before running his hand over the younger man’s stomach, admiring every little feature. “You��re like an angel sent down from God himself, just for me.”

The younger man can feel his cock twitch as the words fall from Checo’s lips, and it sure as hell doesn’t go unnoticed. “Excited for me, I see, hm?” Checo teases. He starts to lightly brush the back of his knuckles over Max’s throbbing hard-on, teasing him ever so slightly. “Can you meow for me, gatito?”

Max’s eyes widen as he hears the question. “Meow?”

“Yes, I want you to meow for me.”

Max gulps nervously, but nonetheless, he relents. A small, scarily realistic “mrrrow” escapes his lips. Checo moans, tilting his head back as he hears the nose. “You have no idea how sexy you are, do you, gatito?”

Before the younger man can even think to respond, his cock is already in Checo’s hand, being slowly stroked. He lets out a soft gasp, his hands grabbing onto the sheets. The pleasure of the stimulation after being teased is almost overwhelming, his brain going foggy. As Checo continuously moves his hand against Max’s cock, the older man can feel his own arousal growing.

“O-oh god, Checo, feels so good” Max blabbers, his words becoming mumbled and mixed up, completely overwhelmed with pleasure. Checo can feel his boyfriend’s upcoming release, and moves his hand faster.

“C’mon leoncito, come for me, give me those sweet noises you know I love”

The words alone are too much for Max’s foggy and and he can feel his warm release running down his cock and Checo’s hand, meowing and purring as he comes down from the high. “Such a good kitty” The older man murmurs, toying with the tail on the plug.

He can feel his own arousal growing as he observes Max. “Come here, kitty, on your knees for me, beautiful”

Max immediately obeys, crawling off the bed and onto his knees in front of Checo. The older man unties his sweatpants and lets them drop, before shimmying his boxer briefs off as well. The expression on Max’s face makes him smirk, feeling his ego inflate.

“C’mon leoncito, I know you like to suck.”

[lestappenforever]

Jesus fucking Christ, thank fuck Checo is alright. That car is wrecked.

[goldfish-in-a-bowl]

Very lovely max also a 1 and 3 with Checo chestappen podium 💗

[comfortforchestappenfans]

what max is practically saying is that they love each other and that they are happy at the moment with each other. Chestappen ❤️

[cherriebbyyyy]

Keeping his seat one ad of at a time go off king 💖💖💖 had his shirt front and center