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lsunstreakerl · 26 days ago

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3k of project emt! I picked a path here for the mitties and stuck with it, so if that's not your jam I respect it, because I didn't think it was mine either, but. here we are. relevant tags below the cut. max pov! explicit! (max/yuki and max/daniel)

relevant heads up: omegaverse (duh), mitties, maxussy, yukussy(?), in context of the mitties: biological milk (max is just as confused as you are)

Max is chatting with Gabi about tire temps in the hallway- there's not immediately any cameras or boom mics around, which is, he's sure, the only reason Gabi even thinks about it.

They're laughing about a joke Crane had made off stream the other night, getting ready to leave, when Gabi darts forward. Max assumed it's for a hug, so he's thoroughly unprepared for Gabi to nose at his neck, hands snaking up the front of his chest and squeezing.

He doesn't mean to gasp- it's not appropriate, wildly out of form- but Gabi's thin fingers are gone as quickly as they'd appeared.

"Thank you dame!"

It's tossed over his shoulder with a bright grin as Gabi leaves, and Max is left standing in the hallway, cheeks bright red. It's not Gabi's fault, he couldn't possibly have known how sensitive Max's chest has gotten.

Still. Max needs to get a handle on things. The dame instincts are getting out of hand.

------

Max doesn't consider Yuki one of the pups- he's just old enough to not trigger Max's instincts, but he's still not entirely close with the other omega.

At least, he didn't think so.

He might need to reevaluate. Yuki comes into his hotel room after an impromptu meeting about the car, and Max had been able to see the incredulous expression he'd been wearing throughout the meeting.

The car is definitely worse than they're letting on.

The other omega doesn't even knock- just lets himself into Max's room, swinging the door shut behind him as he toes his shoes off and advances towards where Max is lounging on the bed playing FIFA.

"Yuki?"

Max pauses the game, trying to parse out Yuki's scent. Irritation, worry, stress- he's confused for a moment on the more subtle notes before he realizes Yuki is also wet.

Yuki doesn't slow in his approach, hopping up onto the bed and crawling over Max, tossing his controller to the side before he straddles his hips, face dropping down into Max's chest.

"This team is fucked, why did no one say anything?"

Max decides it's probably best not to mention that he's been saying things. He runs a hand down Yuki's back, comforting in the way he does for the pups, even if this situation is decidedly different- Yuki has one of Max's thighs pinned between his own, and his fingers are pushing up underneath his shirt.

Usually when a pack member storms in wanting to fuck, it's one of the alphas.

"It is a good chance to prove yourself?"

Max offers it weakly, and Yuki lifts his head to glare at him as he tugs at Max's shirt, pulling it off over his head.

"I don't want your press answers, I want-"

His hands slide up Max's abs, and he shivers when Yuki's hands cup his chest, pupils dilating.

The moan that rips out of him when Yuki squeezes is a noise Max will need to take to his grave. His head drops back, and his scent sweetens with the notes of slick and arousal. Yuki purrs as he noses at Max's neck, scenting him. His hands rhythmically squeeze at Max's chest, and Max squirms slightly underneath him.

It feels weird, weirder than it did before he had the dame instincts. His pecs feel more dense, feel heavier on his chest. He's pretty sure it's actually impacted his weight.

"Yuki-"

The younger omega is grinding his hips on Max's thigh, hot and wet. He shuffles down, nosing at Max's collarbones before biting gently at the rounded muscle on the right side.

"They are perfect."

He sounds distracted, eyes looking at where his hands are cupping Max's chest, and Max whines, caught up in the sensations. They're new, not something he's used to- and he's been busy with the team and the pups lately, hasn't had a whole lot of time to go find someone to fuck him.

Yuki leaves another small bite, starbursts of sensation under Max's skin.

"Like stressballs."

What.

Max lifts his head, offended, and Yuki grins wide at him before he drops his head down, wrapping his lips around one of Max's nipples as he squeezes again.

Max jerks up, hands flying to Yuki's hair as his eyes roll back. It feels so good, like he's right on the precipice of something, but he can't quite get there.

Yuki purrs, hips rolling into Max's thigh harder as he sucks, bringing Max closer to the edge as he switches to the other side.

Max's chest is spit slick and red, marked with small bites scattered across the skin. He's soaked, trying helplessly to buck up against Yuki, who's getting more and more uncoordinated the closer he gets, scent thick and rich in the room.

Max wiggles a hand down between Yuki's hips and waistband. He's a good pack omega, knows what makes everyone tick- it's why he doesn't hesitate to slide three fingers into Yuki's wet heat, satisfied at the rush of slick he gets in response. He's thumbing at his clit as Yuki whines, and then the younger omega is biting down, hard.

Max's eyes roll back into his head, back arching. His fingers lock up inside of Yuki, whose desperate grind is starting to slow.

It feels- he feels-

He feels full, in a way that hurts. He has no idea what to do about it, and he's never felt this way before.

Yuki is panting softly against his skin, finally settling down as Max withdraws his fingers. He's still wet, aching inside, but it's nothing compared to the way his chest feels.

Yuki shuffles further down the bed, but Max stops him with a hand in his hair before he can get his face between his legs.

"I'm okay, mate."

Yuki cocks his head, but he listens, nodding as he slides off the bed. He leans down to press a kiss against Max's lips, scent gentle and satisfied, lingering in the room.

"Thank you Max. You are a good pack omega, and dame for the pups."

Max makes a confused noise. He's disoriented and horny- he's desperate, but not to get fucked, and it's doing weird things to his brain.

Yuki tilts his head, nodding at Max's chest.

"I'm sure they appreciate it."

Max is not any less confused.

------

Kimi panics when their meeting room door swings open, grabbing the paper with their Max list on it and shoving it down Ollie's shirt. They're all caught looking extremely guilty when Yuki steps in.

The older omega looks thoroughly unimpressed.

"Let me see it."

He makes a grab for Ollie's chest, who shuffles backwards.

"Mate, don't tit grab, it's rude."

Gabi snorts, and Yuki rolls his eyes.

"The entire pack knows what you are up to, let me see the list."

Ollie tugs it from his shirt, passing it over. Yuki snags the pen from where it's tucked behind Jack's ear, scrawling a new line at the bottom.

Project EMT:

Soft? Yes

Squishy? Yes

Comforting? Yes

Pillowy? Yes

Milk??? Yes

Kimi feels the blood rush out of his head at the new line, eyes going wide as he looks at Yuki.

Liam's eyes bug out of his head, and he's whipping his head back around to the older omega.

"Does it-"

Yuki frowns.

"I can tell it is there. I'm not sure Max knows it is there."

He shrugs.

"There is buildup. He will produce for you all, since you are pups."

Kimi's mouth is watering. He'd known coming into Formula 1 that things would be different- they'd gotten extreme lucky that their pack omega is as kind and welcoming as Max has been, and they're even luckier that Max's instincts have latched onto them.

Having a dame- most of them haven't had a dame since Formula 3, the last category where teams are required to have one on site.

Yuki wiggles his finger at them.

"Behave."

He leaves, door swinging shut behind him. There's a beat of silence.

And then a second one.

They're all scrambling at once a moment later, reevaluating, trying to figure how best to tackle this new information.

They need to know.

------

"Hey, Max."

Brad steps into his room, hands casually in his pockets. He's got scent blocking patches on, so Max can't pick up on his scent, but he looks relaxed.

Max pauses his laptop where he's been watching onboards, turning his attention to Brad.

"Brad?"

His trainer shifts, taking a deep breath before steeling himself, and Max narrows his eyes, wary.

"I wanted to talk to you about some biological stuff? And I'm not sure we're on the same page, mate."

Max shuts his laptop. This seems like... not a short conversation. He leans back against the couch, sighing.

"The dame thing has really fucked with me, honestly. I have no idea what's going on."

Brad winces.

"Yeah, about that. I think maybe you're suppressing some of those instincts?"

Max makes a face. He's much better about listening to his instincts now than he'd been when he was younger- he used to be terrible about it. Sure, the new instincts with the pups have been throwing him off, but he's still trying to listen.

"Not on purpose."

Brad nods.

"I didn't think so, I just, uh. I take it you didn't really have a dame in your life?"

He's right. Max hasn't gotten to spend all that much time with his own mother, and he'd never been allowed to spend time with the team dames that karting crews had- it was a glaring sign of weakness. Seb was the pack omega when Max had made it to Formula 1, but he wasn't a dame- although knowing what Max knows now, he wonders if spending time around Seb as a pup his rookie year could've changed that.

Probably not. Being a pup hadn't mattered anywhere else.

Max winces.

"Not really."

Brad reaches into his backpack, pulling out paper packets.

"Yeah, I figured. I printed you out some research and all that if you want to read on your own time, but mainly there's. Um. I've got a slightly awkward question for you, and I promise I'm only asking as your physio, okay?"

Max narrows his eyes.

"Okay...?"

"Are you producing?"

Max blinks at him.

"What?"

"Like. Milk."

The flush starts at his cheeks and ears, and Max buries his face into his hands,trying to ignore the hot flash of embarrassment that shoots through him. He'd been wondering-

"Ah, no? But-"

If there was ever someone Max should be honest to, it's Brad.

"-my chest has been feeling weird?"

Brad purses his lips, nodding.

"I'm going to be honest, I'm not specialized with dames, mate. I went over it in school, but it's not my specialty. Are you okay if I reach out to a peer about it? Try and figure out what's best for your situation?"

Max winces, but he understands. Brad signed up for a world champion who happened to be an omega- he didn't sign up for a pack dame.

Neither did Max, but there's nothing he can do about that.

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"Absolutely not."

Brad sighs, looking pleadingly at him.

"I can't speak for how the pack runs, Max, but I can tell you what I'm seeing, which is that there's growing pups in the pack, and you're trying to provide for them."

Max wrinkles his nose, glancing down at his own chest. It's definitely gotten bigger.

"How would I even...?"

His trainer shrugs.

"That's between you and the pack. But you need to figure out a way to, um, dispense it. Otherwise you might have actual health problems. For what it's worth, Nate said that it's good for pack bonds and emotional regulation for pups, so."

Great.

------

Max ignores it. Ignores it when his chest is sore, ignores it when his suit is tight zipping up to his neck, ignores it when he can't fall asleep, shifting uncomfortably.

At the same time, it feels like the pack is out to get him. The pups are constantly at chest height, always wanting scenting and hugs, and Max can't help himself from watching them carefully- it's stupid, they have trainers and strict diet plans, their nutrition is just fine.

He's not even thinking about the older pack members, who are becoming equally as obsessed. A few days ago Lando had spent thirty minutes eating him out on AirMax before propping his chin on Max's hip, sweetly asking if he can suck his tits.

Max had gone bright red and kicked him out of the nest.

Carlos has been more tactile than usual, squeezing at Max's hips or smacking him on the ass, and Charles has been just as bad, blatantly incapable of raising his head to at least pretend he's looking Max in the eyes.

Lewis has been nearby more often than not, especially during press. It hasn't escaped Max's notice that he and Lewis are in the same conferences, the way the pack alpha carefully watches the media. He and Lewis aren't like that- they work well as a team taking care of the pack, but generally Lewis isn't protective of him.

He's not thinking about any of that at the moment, legs wrapped around Daniel's head as he whines, the soft skin of his thighs rubbed raw by stubble.

"Fuck, Danny- please-"

It's a panting gasp. He has his fingers curled tight in the alphas hair, tugging as Daniel twists another finger inside him, mouth wet as he licks sloppily over his clit.

There's a low rumble against him, Daniel's scent heavy and thick in the room, intertwined with the sticky sweet notes of Max's own arousal.

Max feels a soft scrape of teeth against his skin, long fingers curling just right as he moans, legs pulling Daniel closer into his cunt. He's overwhelmed, sensitive from his last orgasm, but Daniel feels so good, and he's more than happy to spend hours down between Max's legs.

Max doesn't have hours- doesn't even have seconds as Daniel sucks at him again, free hand skating up his abs and groping at his chest.

The feeling of the alphas palm across his chest has him bucking up into Daniel's mouth, but he can't go anywhere, cresting higher and higher until he comes, arching up off the bed.

"Alpha, Danny, so good-"

Max tugs Daniel up with the fingers in his hair, and he goes willingly. He's grinning, Max's slick across his face, and he smells deeply satisfied as he settles on top of Max, shoving his face into his neck.

It's filthy- Daniel's heavy possessiveness, Max's own slick being smeared across his scent glands.

It'll probably piss off Lewis. Daniel isn't technically part of the pack anymore, but Max doesn't care. He formed a pack bond with Daniel before the rest of the drivers pack bothered to care- Max isn't leaving him behind.

He's purring, vibrations rattling through his chest as he starts to come down. He's on cycle schedulers, so while he only has real heats a few times a year, he has mock heats much more frequently. The doctor had described it with some kind of pressure valve analogy.

Max doesn't mind. He's enjoyed being able to see Daniel again, and the few days they've been together have been nice. He missed his scent, the way he fits perfectly around and inside of Max, how he knows exactly what Max needs.

He runs his fingers through Daniel's curls, thinking.

"Dan?"

There's a sleepy hum from on top of him.

"What's up, Maxy?"

Max wiggles slightly underneath him, forcing Daniel to blink his eyes open.

"Is it weird? To be a dame, and take care of pups that aren't mine?"

Daniel makes a face, pushing his scent stronger as he eyes Max.

"No? Maybe to you, since you've never had a healthy relationship in your life, but that's perfectly normal everywhere else. It's the entire point of having dames, Max. So that there's always someone who can watch pups, even if their parents aren't around. Jesus, Maxy, it's practically a foundational part of a pack."

Max swats at him, glaring.

"I'm not stupid, Daniel. I know why dames are important, I just. The rookies are older pups? They are almost not even pups anymore. There's only a year between Liam and Yuki."

Daniel is squinting at him. He gets grumpy whenever Max tries to talk to him after sex- prefers to take postcoital naps.

"So?"

Max frowns. Daniel is being dense on purpose.

"So why would I only-"

He pauses. He hasn't talked about the milk thing with Daniel- or with anyone outside of Brad, because it's embarrassing. Even though the papers Brad gave him labeled it as an expected result of the hormone switch when he became a dame, which has made Max wonder if everyone already knows.

If that's the case, he's throwing himself off the roof.

Daniel rumbles, nosing at his jaw.

"Whatever you're stressing about, quit it. The pack loves you. The rookies adore you. You couldn't fuck it up if you tried, Max."

Max instinctively purrs in response, soothed by the low notes from Daniel.

"I know, I just. I do not want them to feel the way I felt."

Daniel's scent takes on a sad tinge as he snuggles closer into Max.

"You could drop out of their lives tomorrow and you still would've done more for them than anyone did for you. I don't think you should worry about that."

Max tucks his head into Daniel's neck, running the bridge of his nose across his scent gland.

"Thank you, Danny."

He's already falling back asleep on top of Max. He'll ask him about the milk thing later, when he's awake again.

He will.

------

Max never ends up talking to Daniel about it.

He keeps putting it out of his mind, racing and looking at data, working with Yuki to try and make their undrivable car into something that can last an entire race.

He massages at his chest at night, trying to ignore how good it feels, getting rid of the constant heavy ache. It always leaves him damp between his thighs, but he refuses to get his wires crossed any further than he already has- takes cold showers instead.

It works great. It's a good system, he hasn't had any problems, and it's fine.

It's fine until Isack gets sick.

#ficlet #project emt #omegaverse #this is new writing for me #we'll see how that goes #the rookies are still obsessed #but yuki is a go-getter #daniel not being part of the pack but still maxs emotional support alpha #checks out

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