#formula 1 omegaverse

[f1uckinghell]

🌤mini summer f1 omegaverse event prompt list 🍓

link to the event

link to the ao3 collection

It's not mandatory to use a prompt for the event.

Neutral prompts: 1. "I didn't know you were an omega!"

2. "I can smell you."

3. "Is that a mating bite?!"

4. "Can you scent me?"

5. "Wait, you're an alpha?!"

6. "Keep your knot away from me."

7. "I need your help."

8. "Will you nest with me?"

9. "You smell so different now!"

10. "I can't believe I never noticed!"

11. Scent

12. Soulmate

13. Hand holding

14. Nest

15. Pack bond

16. Pack Alpha

17. Pack omega

18. Family

19. Wedding

Spicy prompts: 1. "Bite me!"

2. "Fuck, your scent..."

3. "I can smell your slick."

4. "Need your knot..."

5. "You're dripping."

6. "Get on your knees."

7. Mating bite

8. Love bites

9. Cum

10. Slick

11. Knot

12. Heat

13. Rut

14. Heat crisis

15. Mpreg

16. Lactation

17. Oral sex

18. Orgy/group sex

19. Threesome

20. Presentation/First Heat/First Rut

21. Public Sex

22. Age Difference

23. First Time

Summery prompts: 1. Pool Party

2. Sunscreen

3. Beach Day

4. Picnic

5. Sunburned

6. Ice Cream

7. Vacation

8. Sundress

9. Summer Wedding

10. Baby Pool

11. Sweaty

12. Bikini

13. Summer Nights

[abusivelittlebunny]

Carlos can't keep his dick out of the cuties of the grid and that's why he was banished to Williams

[rythyme]

is anyone gonna tell f1 tumblr that the first ever live action omegaverse show is a sports drama about gay racecar drivers. because that feels like something they'd want to know.

[s-awturn]

Sweet As Cherry || CS55

Summary: Where Carlos is obsessed with the smell of cherries that his girlfriend emanates.

cw: pure obscenity, Carlos!dom, reader!sub, dominant behavior, teasing, smut, p in v, receiving oral, fingering, choking, overstimulation, alternate universe, omegaverse

a/n: Where did this come from? Only God and the voices in my head know. This is dirty, low, filthy and I don't regret anything here, so accept it and enjoy 🫶🏼 Can someone teach me how to stop obsessing over Carlos Sainz? Thaaaanks

"Carlos, love... I need to study" she moaned, trying to close her legs while Carlos held her thighs tightly, he hadn't lifted his head for even a second. "B-Baby p-please" Y/N stuttered, digging her fingers into his hair, trying to push him away, but Carlos responded by sucking her clit more eagerly.

It was a normal morning, he was sorting out some things with the sponsors, Y/N was catching up on her study schedule, but then the sweet, soft smell of cherries and honey began to emanate. Carlos knew, S/N's heat was coming.

His little omega was going into heat, making Carlos respond to the unconscious stimuli she gave him, and Carlos was 100% sure that if he put his fingers in her pussy, he would find her wet. And the certainty of that made his mouth water, increasing his desire for the little rabbit sprawled on the couch. Unpretentiously, Carlos made his own pheromones emanate as well, seeing S/N wave her hand in the air like a fan, her skin glistened with a thin layer of sweat; Y/N tied her hair up and decided to sit on the floor, trying to stay cool, but the heat grew.

When Carlos noticed her nipples poking through the thin fabric of the summer dress she was wearing, he pounced. Y/N didn't even notice when she was placed back on the couch. Carlos growled when he saw the wet spot on her panties.

Carlos didn't even think before ripping off her delicate lingerie and diving into her pussy, he growled when her taste stopped on his tongue, the smell of cherries and honey increased, leaving Carlos hungrier, more in need of her.

He licked her like the hungry lion he was, sliding his warm tongue through Y/N's sensitive folds, she arched until her back was off the couch, moaning loud and sweet as he sucked on the sensitive bud. He was willing to devour his little rabbit, make her melt on his tongue, go stupid around his cock, he wanted her, fuck.

"Your smell, that honey and cherry smell of yours is driving me crazy," he murmured, biting the inside of her thighs.

He went back to licking her, smearing himself in her juices, S/N's breathing was shallow and became even more rarefied when Carlos's large hand pressed against her throat, This resulted in a cherry and honey bomb, she whimpered, grinding herself into Carlos' face. He groaned with surrender, with Y/N's need.

She gasped loudly as the orgasm built in her stomach, shaking all of Y/N's muscles, then Carlos pulled away, hearing his girlfriend cry out in agony at the interruption of her orgasm.

"No, no bunny, you're not going to cum now" he said, shoving two fingers into her tight hole, enjoying the tightness of the plush walls around his ring and index fingers. "You can hold it for me, won't you, baby?"

"Carlos" she pleaded, Carlos loved seeing the tears shining in her eyes, damn she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen and knowing that Y/N was his made the alpha's chest rumble with satisfaction. "I n-need it so much"

"Shh, I know, I know," he said, pulling his fingers in and out without stopping, enjoying how she trembled and grabbed the pillows, with nothing more than desperation and hunger. "You're my good girl, aren't you? My obedient bunny, you're not going to cum now"

Carlos allowed his hand to grow sharp claws and carefully, he tore open Y/N's delicate dress, leaving her naked for him. He slid his sharp claws across her skin, making Y/N shiver. Carlos leaned over her, leaving bite marks on her shoulders, breasts and neck — which unfortunately for him, wouldn't stay for long.

"P-Please" she whimpered, hitting him with more omega perfume, getting Carlos drunk on cherry and honey, Carlos' dick was so hard it hurt, he was dying to get inside Y/N, being smothered by her heat, fucking her until they were both senseless.

"Not yet baby" he increased the pressure in her throat, making her roll her eyes and push her hips against his hand, wanting him to go deeper. "Just a little longer, bunny"

She cried, digging her nails into his forearm, Carlos knew, Y/N wouldn't do anything he wouldn't let her, even if she really needed to cum, that was the alpha-omega dynamic, only Y/N could give Carlos the satisfaction he wanted and only Carlos would give Y/N everything she needed.

Sainz moved away from her, listening to his girlfriend's pleading cries, Carlos took off his own clothes in desperation and pulled them by the legs, until Y/N felt the head of his cock rubbing against her clit, making her even more sensitive. Carlos growled as he thrust inch by inch of his cock into her warm and soft girlfriend, he himself rolled his eyes when his entire length was suffocated by her, the beast scratched the walls of his chest, wanting to take over, wanting to dominate S/N completely.He pressed his fingers against Y/N's pelvic bones, keeping her still as he felt himself warm.

"Kiss me, please," she begged tearfully and moaned gratefully when he granted her request, feeling her taste on Carlos' tongue and everything went to space when she felt him pull away and penetrate her again with force, causing an explosion in her body.

"Just a little more, bunny, just a little more" he murmured, nibbling on her lips and chin, Carlos thrust without mercy, hitting the sensitive spot inside her so many times that Y/N didn't even know how hadn't come yet.

She scratched his back, wrapping her legs around his waist, the two of them were a sweaty, dirty mess, the limit was near. His thrusts became sloppy, the kiss became slow and S/N more impatient.

"Now baby, give it to me now" he growled and she moaned softly, Carlos pressed his fingers tighter into her, loving how her face relaxed and took on features of pure ecstasy. "That's right baby, my good girl, fuck" he said as he came, staining her soft walls with his cum. "My good bunny"

He kissed her, wrapping his arms around her body as he carefully pulled out of her, Carlos took her to the bedroom, Y/N needed a bath and care and he would be damned if he didn't take good care of her.

[my-little-red-riding-blog]

Alpha and omega...big broad shoulders vs tiny slutty waist

[argentinagp]

[jellycrusher]

Wolves and Lambs: Part 2

Alpha Max Verstappen x Omega fem!driver

Genre: Series, Omega verse, Enemies to Lovers, Romance, Eventual smut

Synopsis: Male Alphas are the ones who dominate motor sports all around the world, especially Formula 1. It is a well known fact. Females in general nor Female Omegas are never heard nor encouraged to join the sport since the 1950s. Well, up until now...

Word Count: 4.5k

Chapter's Premise: "It's easier this way. To hide it from everyone. Being a female alone made it hard for me to enter this sport and rise at this level. If the public knew I was a female Omega, my career is over. No team would give me a contract."

Taglist: @laura-naruto-fan1998 @fanboyluvr @giffywiffy3408 @notyouraveragemochii @cmleitora

Parts: W&L masterlist / general masterlist

In this society that we now live in, there are three "types" of humans.

The most common one, which also makes up 90% of the population are the Betas.

Then, there are Alphas, they're said to have superior characteristics which make them great leaders. Which is why most of the successful athletes are usually Alphas.

And lastly, a class that is even rarer than alphas, the Omegas. One of the pecularities of Omegas is that they constantly release a sweet scent, what we call pheromones. These affect mainly Alphas and lures them. During their heat, the pheromones they produce will be much stronger and will be more luring to Alphas.

One can take medicines to control their pheromones, especially during their heat period. Suppressants can be taken by Omegas. Alphas can also take them if they wish not to be affected by any Omega in heat.

Society has indeed taken it in to protect Omegas because of their special constitution. Sadly, there are a lot of people who thinks that Omegas are inferior and are only good for mating.

Just because someone is an Omega, it doesn't mean that someone isn't meant for greatness ahead.

It was horrifying to think that your career is now ruined when it hasn't even started yet. You choke on your own saliva, making you cough so loud that a few heads turn in your direction. You fiddle with your fingers when you closed the book. Oscar quickly noticed the panic in your voice and in your body language.

"Oh no, don't worry. I'm an Omega, as well. I thought this was public knowledge?" Oh right, bugger me, I wasn't paying attention to Megan when she told me the names of the two Omegas on the grid. You looked at Oscar with a puzzled look and he quickly adds, "Good thing that the venue was swimming with Alphas. Our smell won't really affect anyone. But you? You didn't smell of anything at all. Maybe a hint of sweetness but nothing too obvious. There were a few Omegas at the event so I think the other drivers didn't suspect you."

Realization hits you. You pull out your phone from your pocket and opened the calendar. "I must've missed my suppressants. I was so busy with pre-season testing, the gala, and extra training. That can't happen again."

Wondering if only Oscar was the one who noticed your peculiar scent. It's scary to think that if maybe somebody else has caught you, you won't even be able to continue as a driver for your team.

"It's easier this way. To hide it from everyone. Being a female alone made it hard for me to enter this sport and rise at this level. If the public knew I was a female Omega, my career is over. No team would give me a contract." You confess.

"Well, that's true. It took a lot of convincing before my teams in F3 and F2 trusted me. We had to work twice or thrice as hard to prove to people that we' can deliver the same results as others, if not better." Oscar leans back on the couch, arms sprawled on the backrest. "Besides, my heat doesn't affect my performance anymore. Not since I met Lando."

"What d'you mean?"

"Lando's my mate. I don't get intense heat ruts anymore since he gave me my mark. One time I drove through a GP when my heat came. That was scary, I almost crashed." he says, amused when you got visibly surprised at the revelation.

You felt relaxed that he was able to confess this information with you even if you just met for the first time during the gala. Maybe he was just trying to comfort you when your secret was discovered by him.

"Please don't tell Lando just yet. You didn't, right?" you ask. Oscar shaking his head at your question.

"I kinda have a responsibility to take care of you now. It's not my place to tell anybody. In our line of work, nothing stays a secret so I guess you'll tell who you'll want to tell at the right time." Oscar leans forward to you, gently placing his hand on your shoulder. "Don't worry, your secret's safe with me. We stick together."

"What secret?" You jump at the familiar voice. Lando pops up behind you two.

"Nothing. She's just telling me which of the drivers she finds cute." Oscar stand up from his seat and guides Lando to the direction of the restaurant.

"I bet it's me, right?" Lando points to himself. Oscar gently punched the side of Lando. They waved goodbye and disappeared into the restaurant.

It wasn't much of a calm air to make you continue reading your book in the lounge. Despite Oscar making you calm even after your conversation, you were still worried. You needed to let out some steam.

When you came up to your room, you took a suppressant and changed into your workout clothes. You arrived at the empty hotel gym and started pretty quickly on the treadmill.

If you weren't a race car driver, no one would bat an eye if they thought you were a track and field athlete at how fast you were going through that treadmill. Your music blasting through your headphones on maximum level when you didn't notice two men entering the gym.

You were breathing too hard through your mouth to even notice the waft of Alpha scent coming from the two men. They were cheerfully chatting and joking when they took notice of you aggressively running on the treadmill. Surprised at the unsettling scent you were giving off. You were angry, very angry.

They chose the two empty machines at either side of you. Careful to not disturb you, they quietly took their place and slowly started running.

Once you got all the frustration off your mind, you pressed a few buttons on the machine to slow it down. You take a moment to catch your breath but not long after, your nose twitched at the strongest Alpha scent you've ever smelled your entire life.

You try to hold your breath and cover your nose with one hand but that didn't help. You didn't know where it even came from. It's so strong that it's starting to make you sick and dizzy. Your limbs felt like jelly and your throat was getting dry. No scent has had this kind of effect on you before. The music blasting in your ears is not helping any bit so you yank it off.

"Hey!" Shocked at the unexpected voice, you shriek and tripped on the treadmill. Good thing it was running very slow that you weren't hurt when you amusingly slid off the machine. The man quickly paused his machine and yours, then ran to help you. "Are you okay?"

You recognized him to be Charles Leclerc. The other half of the driver pair of Ferrari. He offered his hand out to help you stand. You got a bit too close to him as you rise from the floor. You can't help but sniff him inconspicuously. He had a strong Alpha scent, similar to the one you smelled earlier but not entirely the same. The effect it has on you was not as powerful as earlier. Maybe what you've smelled was a mixture of scents? You're not entirely sure.

"Surprised you're a driver with that kind of a reaction with just a hello from Charles. Wonder how you'll do at the track." You turn on your heels at the sound of an arrogant voice behind you, and saw Max Verstappen still very much running and have not batted an eye when you fell.

"I..." You step forward in annoyance, almost about to snap back at him but your feet quickly froze. You recognize the smell. It's coming from Max. The golden boy of Red Bull. The man who dominated all of the drivers last season, and who had broken and topped a lot of records.

The salty taste of fear lingered on your lips. Your muscles screamed at you to leave, but you couldn't bring yourself to move. You were utterly frozen, your body cutting all communication with your mind. Unable to distinguish if you were immobilized in fear or in shock at how his measly Alpha pheromones have this much effect on you.

Thankfully, Charles' voice brought you back to reality when he checked up on you. You bolted to the door as soon as you regained control of your body, leaving the two men baffled at your swift exit from the gym and into the lobby.

"What's up with her?" Max stopped his treadmill and stepped down. Both of the men still looking at the direction you left.

"What's up with you? Why were you rude, mate?" Charles lightly smacked Max's head with his Ferrari cap. "You scared her off. Look, she even left her things in a hurry." They noticed your green flask still on your treadmill.

"What? I was just telling her, that kind of reaction is dangerous on track." Max replies.

"In what universe did you tell her that?"

"I did!"

"You did not. You clearly need to work on your communication skills, Max. Use your words." Charles reached for your flask and aggressively placed it on Max's hand. "For that, you apologize to the woman and return this to her."

"FINE. I'll apologize." Max scoffs as he fix his hair in his Red Bull cap. "Reserve that treadmill for me." He points at the machine you were previously using that was beside Charles.

Charles scoffs and shoos Max away. Max headed to the lobby but he was not able to locate you. He doesn't even have your number. He thought to ask his fellow drivers but surely no one have asked it yet. He spots an Aston Martin staff but when he asked where you might be, they are clueless.

"Max!" He turns at the call of his name and saw Pierre. "Why do you look so troubled?"

"Have you seen y/n by any chance? I have to give her this." Max raises your flask to Pierre as Yuki and Esteban walks up behind him.

"We just got back here from lunch outside the hotel but maybe you could send her a text to get that. Much easier." Yuki suggests.

"Yeah right, like I have her number." Max chuckles sarcastically.

"We do!" Yuki, Pierre, and Esteban answered in chorus.

"Wait, when did you get her number?" Max asks as he was genuinely bewildered at their response. He remembered that you were barely mingling with any of them during the pre-season testing in the circuit.

"Of course we got her number. Who wouldn't?" Pierre says as he scrolls through his contacts looking for your name.

"We competed through heads and tails to see who'll ask her number first." Esteban adds as he giggles.

"Lando introduced us to her during the gala. She was pulled away by Lance multiple times but when she got away from the sponsors, she would come back to the bar to chat with us." says Yuki.

"Here you go." Pierre shows Max your number and he types it in on his phone. He thanks his pal Pierre and sat down on the lobby couch to put your name in his contacts and start messaging you. The three of them bid farewell to Max and continues to walk up to the elevator.

Unknown Number: Hi! You left your flask in the gym. I'm still at the lobby. I was wondering how to give it to you.

It took almost 5 minutes before Max got a reply.

Aston Martin Y/N: Who's this? How did you get my number?

Max looks at the conversation thread and felt stupid that he didn't mention his name. Anybody would be wary in your position if they got that kind of text.

Unknown Number: My apologies, I didn't tell my name. This is Max. From Red Bull. I got your number from Pierre.

Then it took you 10 minutes to respond. You were fiddling with your hands on the screen as you think of a reply. It was supposed to be a simple reply but the fear in your body hasn't subsided yet. Fully sprawled out on the floor of your hotel bedroom.

Unknown Number: Do you plan to get it from me or do you want me to give it to any Aston Martin staff?

Another ping on your phone and you read the new text. Worried that you'll inconvenience a staff, you quickly typed in your reply.

Aston Martin Y/N: I'll get it. Going down in a sec. Wait.

You took your time to even stand up. Letting your pheromones and instincts recover from the nightmare you experienced just by taking in his scent. As you slowly walk towards the door, you changed his name in your contacts. At that moment coincidentally, you received another text from him.

HE WHO MUST BE AVOIDED AT ALL TIMES: Are you almost here? I still have to work out with Charles.

Aston Martin Y/N: Can you please wait? I'm waiting for the elevator.

Max decides to wait by the elevator when he read your text. He tilts his head up every time it opens and was starting to get irritated at how long you took to come down when finally he sees the door open with you in the elevator... with what seems to be ear plugs up your nose.

He bursts out laughing, even snorted at one point. "Still on brand, I see?" He noticed the green earplugs with a small brand logo peeking out on the side.

"You really enjoy teasing me, huh?" You say in a nasally tone while yanking the flask off his hands as he busies himself laughing his ass out. You turn back to the elevator, about to press the button.

"No, no. I'm sorry." Max fixes himself. "I apologize for earlier. Didn't mean to say those things that way."

"What do you mean?" You stop your hands from pressing the button and looked at Max.

"I'm glad you're okay. Just... maybe you could work more on your reaction time. A fraction of a second could mean winning or losing, and even crashing or not." Max mellows out his voice into concern.

"I am fully aware, not like i've just started racing this year. Thank you for the tip." You reply but as soon as you get a whiff of his scent despite there being a plug up in your bloody nose, you frantically press the elevator button.

The strength of the smell was less this time, maybe because Charles' scent is not in the mix. But nonetheless, Max's pheromones are still causing your hair on your arms to stand up even with the plug. You don't want to imagine the effect on you if you are able to clearly smell him this close without the help of suppressants.

"Do you have somewhere you need to be? You always seem to be in a hurry." Max asks in confusion. You pinch your nose to help minimize the scent.

"I just.. need.. to get out of here." You press the button a few more times and finally, it opens. "Thank you for giving me back my flask. Bye!" You ran inside and pressed the close button.

"What's wrong with her?" Max says out loud, leaving him utterly confused as he goes back to Charles in the gym.

He calls out to Charles when he stepped up on the treadmill.

"Hey! How was it?" Charles asks in between breaths.

"Do I stink?" Max sniffs his shirt and even his pits. He even lifts the collar of his shirt to prompt Charles to sniff him.

"No, mate. Why? Did somebody tell you that you stink?" Charles asks, fully focused with his workout and didn’t bother to actually sniff Max.

"No one. Just asking."

You spend the rest of your day cooped up in your room, trying to avoid Max. You try to think of ways to pass the time but all you have is a deck of cards and a television. Not really a fun way to spend your free time in the room.

No amount of Alpha pheromones have bothered you before. Not unless someone is raging mad like what you've regularly felt during races. But not like this. The combination of Charles' and Max's pheromones are dangerous for you, clearly more of Max's. Like it's enough to trigger a heat from you. Right now, you can't afford that. Good thing you took a suppressant before you met them.

A few minutes before dinner, you heard a knock on your door. You rush to get up from your bed and walk to the other side to get to the door.

"Hi Oscar!" you beam up at the presence of your fellow Omega when you opened the door.

"Hey! They want me to ask you if you're interested to play Switch and PS5 with the guys. They have food and drinks." says Oscar as he stands in front of your doorway.

"Sure. I could use some food right now. Let me get my phone." You smile and went straight for your nightstand.

"Great. I'll text..."

"Wait. Is Max there?" You halt in your steps.

"Him? He never joins us for game night. Too focused on race day." Once Oscar mentioned the absence of Max, you relax and continued to grab your phone and room key, then went back to the doorway. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh nothing. Just wondering."

Oscar didn't think anything more about your question. "They say to hurry. Almost done with the current tournament on Mario Kart. You have to join as the 4th driver." He gently pulls your hand and escorts you to the elevator.

Still, the mystery of why Max's pheromones have that effect on you continues to linger on your mind.

A steward reminded each team that the briefing was about to commence. All 20 drivers are ushered to find their own seats. As you were to take yours, you scan the room and noticed Charles and Max sitting together on the first row with either of their respective teammates beside them. As you were about to sit on the other far end of the next row, other drivers appeared out of nowhere and sat on the chairs next to you.

Oscar made sure to take the seat on your right and pulled Lando to sit next to him. As Alex was about to sit next to you, George hastily took the seat on your left. You quietly giggle at how amusing the boys look. You've gotten so close with some of them after spending your pre-race break by playing video games as a group.

The briefing started and they discussed new rules, and addressed some concerns that were brought up during the pre-season testing. Everything was on point and on time. Good lucks were thrown back and forth to all the teams and everyone bid their goodbyes before heading back to their respective hospitalities in the paddock.

You and Fernando struts back into your own room in the team's garage and came out in your white racing top with your race suits' sleeves tied to your waists and a green cap to keep your hair in place. Your trainer proceeds to work with you to test your reflexes using tennis balls.

Megan pats your shoulder and points at the far end of the Aston Martin Garage. Oscar, in his orange overalls, tries to peek his head through and calls your attention. You excused yourself from your trainer and sprinted towards Oscar.

"What's up? You need anything?" you smile at the Australian driver.

"Did you take your suppressants?" Oscar asks and you nod quickly in respond. "Good. Don't underestimate the pheromones of these guys during races. I had trouble back then when I was still unmated, especially with Lando's. They could really fuck up your races without even needing any contact with your car."

"Really? That bad?" You reply with a nervous laugh.

"Just make sure you have your suppressants with you every race week. That's a priority. Don't ask anyone else to give you or else, your secret might get out. Also, I don't bring mine anymore since Lando takes care of my heat prior to every race week."

"Okay Mom! At least somebody's getting some action." You sheepishly tease Oscar, nudging him at his side.

"Anyways, good luck out there rookie!" Oscar jokingly pulls down your cap to cover your eyes and he steps away, back to his team garage.

"Good luck to you too, Mom!" You shout. Oscar raises his hand and waves it, still walking forward.

You go back to your trainer and continued on with your training.

"Formula 1 is back, and it's time for Qualifying for the 20th World Championship Bahrain Grand Prix. 23 races in 2023 and we get underway for the 6th time in F1 history right here in the Bahrain International Circuit"

You and Fernando went to your respective corners beside your car. Like a well-oiled machine, every part was doing its job perfectly. A team of engineers briefed you of the strategy, at the same time Fernando's team of engineers did theirs.

You fix the rest of your race suit on and placed the earpiece before putting on your balaclava. An engineer hands you your helmet and hans device. Now all set-up, the two Aston Martin drivers lowered themselves into the cockpit and buckled up. Mechanics making their final checks and removing the tire blanket. The engine roared and echoed back. Music to your ears.

Driver number 13 officially representing Aston Martin for the start of the season. Time to do what you do best.

You and Fernando went to do incredibly flying laps through Q1. The engineers back at the pit wall seem pretty pleased with the pace. In Q2, it was unfortunate that Fernando failed to continue for Q3 after a Haas collided with his rear wing and puncturing his rear tire.

Your pit mechanic signals you to go out of the garage once again when Q3 had resumed, followed by the drivers of Ferrari and Red Bull. For the first five minutes, Red Bull and Ferrari had dominated the front row as Verstappen in P1 and Leclerc in P2.

In the last seven minutes, you were able to climb P3 with purples in sector 1 and 2.

You heard a familiar beep in your earpiece as Ben, your race engineer, informed you,

"P3, that's P3."

"Do I have enough pace to try for P2 on the final lap?"

"Confirm. We can try for P2."

You push flat-out on the throttle, eyes darting forward like a hawk. Concentrated on getting purple on all sectors.

Max was granted the provisional pole as he crosses the line, followed by Charles. Charles was informed by his race engineer that he's on P2 at the moment. Max was able to snatch the purple sectors in 1 and 2, while Charles got purple in sector 3. Time's up for Q3 and the remaining drivers' lap times are still to be recorded.

One by one, the remaining drivers cross the line. Max and Charles was told to wait as their race engineers inform them through the radio that you now got purple in sectors 1 and 2. You've yet to complete sector 3 and cross the line. The two men now looking back at their mirrors, catching to see a glimpse of you.

"And it's y/n on pole position for the first race of the season! Her maiden pole! What an amazing lap by this year's only rookie, and she starts on the front row tomorrow."

The two men, in awe by your performance, didn't notice their respective engineers talking through their radios.

Your PR officer guided you to the flock of reporters in the media pen for the driver interviews. Each of them congratulated you and asked about your maiden pole. You carefully answer every question while your PR officer stand beside you, before going on to the next reporter.

Charles and Max were also inside the media pen at the same time as you. Charles to your right and Max to your left. You were the first one among the three of you to finish your media duties. Your PR officer bid you goodbye as she rushes to the team hospitality while talking to someone on the phone.

Charles approached you from behind, "Hey y/n! Congratulations on your maiden pole!"

You gave a genuine smile at the compliment from the Monegasque. "Thanks Charles! You two were extremely hard to beat."

"I look forward to racing with you on the front row tomorrow!" Charles quickly waved goodbye just as how short he said his greeting.

He seems to be in a hurry as well so you just responded, "You too!"

A few seconds later, somebody came behind you to pat your back. As you turn your head, Max blurts out, "Congratulations. That was a pretty good qualifying debut."

Still wary at his presence, you vaguely took a step away from him and held your breath. "Thank you... Congratulations to you too." You try to take a sniff but relief wash over you as his pheromones today wasn't as strong as you'd think. Possibly because you did two doses of the suppressants.

"What's your problem?" Max darts his eyes at you.

"Huh?" You reply, looking confused.

"You always seem to act like I stink when you're around me. I thought it was just my imagination but you act the same every time you stand by me." Max stood tall and crossed his arms.

"No. That wasn't what I..."

"I have the same perfume as Charles yet you don't have a problem with him. Kinda rude for a rookie, don't you think?!" Max continues.

"Are you done? You gonna let me explain?" You reply, also crossing your arms.

And there it is again. That scent. But this time it smelled a bit different. Smelled stronger but muskier. More aggressive than the last time you smelled it on him. Once again, your throat starts to dry up. Your chest and legs are starting to feel weird.

Max noticed your nose scrunch and sees you slightly take another step back. Appalled by your reaction, he cursed under his breath so quietly. He was about to voice out his irritation at you when Oscar runs to insert himself between the two of you.

"Hey Max! Sorry but I need to snatch her away. It seems that y/n is needed by... her engineers! Yes, for a meeting." Oscar mumbled and chuckles as he tries to make more space between you and Max.

"Her engineers asked you to get her? You're a Mclaren Driver." Max raised an eyebrow in response.

"Oh, who minds the small details?" Oscar wafts his hands in the air before pulling you away from Max. "Sorry if i interrupted your conversation!"

Oscar pulled you away from Max's line of sight as fast as he can. Almost comical to see you two running across the paddock. He turns to a corner and lets go of your hand. You lean your hands on your knees and try to catch your breath as Oscar looks back just in case Max is still in the area.

"That was close. A photographer almost took a photo of you two and from where I was standing, the conversation didn't seem to look so friendly." says Oscar.

"Yeah, that was close-- Huh?"

When Oscar pulled you away from Max, you thought he could sense the trouble you were in. Your trouble with Max's presence.

"Wait, you couldn't smell him? His pheromones?" You ask, clearly puzzled at the reason for Oscar's interruption.

"No. Max didn't smell any different when I stood between you two. Why? What's wrong?" Oscar now looks concerned as he walks closer to you.

"Nothing. I just think my nose is busted." You dismiss the lingering thought at the back of your mind. Surely that musn't be it.

"Wait, I just remembered that you really are needed at your garage. Lance was looking for you earlier." Oscar pats your back and pushes you to the direction of your garage. You almost curse that you lost track of time as you ran back like your life depended on it.

"And it's lights out and away we go!"

Next Part: Part 3

[hitthatapex]

Destiny's Letter - ABO One Shot

In a world where the government decides your mates, Charles received his letter with an unexpected but familiar alpha chosen for him.

A little sneak peak:

Dear Charles Leclerc,

We are pleased to inform you that the National ABO Relationship Institute has completed its extensive analysis of your biological and genetic compatibility profile. Our research, conducted through advanced biometric and pheromonal assessments, has determined that you have been matched with your designated mate.

The results of our analysis indicate that Max Verstappen has been identified…

Charles dropped the letter with a silent gasp.

[strawberriesinmoominvalley]

“I don’t know why you’re surprised,” Charles said, tugging Max back so he could sprawl across his chest. “You do that every time.” “And yet you mated me,” Max replied lightly. “Are you regretting it yet?”

After Max saves Arthur from their abusive pack and never returns, Charles and Lando escape with the goal of finding them. But when they are only reunited with Arthur, it becomes clear that Max has been caught within the abusive pack once more. There is an obvious solution to this: destroy the pack once and for all.

Charles can’t afford to lose anyone else he loves. Lando doesn’t know how to trust alphas. Alex wants his and George’s second chance to work. George wants everyone to be safe. Oscar doesn’t know how to cope with the responsibility he’s been forced into. No one knows how to deal with the loss of Max; everyone wants Max back.

Long story short, this is easier said than done.

[abusivelittlebunny]

Sick, but...lactating charles.

Sick is my jam and I'm smearing it on my toast like Carlos preparing breakfast in bed for his lovely wife, Charles, after putting another baby in him first thing in the morning.

Tagging @omegalerc as being key inspiration ✨ love ya blog♡

[wishfuldivine]

He looks like that annoyed Omega waiting for his Alpha to hurry up so he can get attention and affection.

[cak3art]

Omega verse ??? Shifters verse????

Yeah anyway

The white Mercedes suit made me think of a white wolf and then the idea for the black wolf for Lewis came

I’m also gonna post some realistic art tomorrow, featuring George in the white Merc suit and his white wolf form

[my-little-red-riding-blog]

I'm still here, reading f1 omegaverse ffs. Ao3 is helping me avoiding overthinking and getting anxious about everything, so yeah, fanfic are my safe space!

[starlightiing]

NOT a fic, just a blurb. Pierresteban and 'frantic' 'desperate' or 'gentle' !

Pierresteban Request || Accepting!

Esteban does not panic. It simply isn't written into his blood like it is for some people. He works tirelessly on his mentality alongside his physical training to make sure he stays alert, focused, and able to roll with the punches that are inevitably going to be thrown his way at the dawn of a new race weekend.

He does not panic.

So its obvious to him that he is clearly not panicking when Pierre comes into the nearly-empty garage later that night looking for him. His elevated heart rate and shallow breathing will pass in time, just like they always do. He doesn't understand why Pierre looks at him with so much concern in those usually bright, sparkling blue eyes, or why he's being held up in arms that are familiar and yet oh so painfully unfamiliar at the same time. He can't understand why Pierre is speaking right in front of him but it sounds like he's miles away.

When did his body start trembling?

When did his face and hands begin to tingle?

"-teban?" Pierre's voice filters in and out, but the sound of his name is enough to grab his attention. He looks up at Pierre and - wait - why does he need to look up?

"-ban, look at me." Pierre's voice fills his head again, blessedly louder than the violent and frantic thumping of his heartbeat in his ears. Esteban is on the floor of the garage, Pierre's arms helping to hold him steady, with his gaze desperate and concerned as he makes firm eye contact with Esteban. "That's it. Don't look away."

"Why - why would I -?"

"Shh, not yet. We are breathing now. Deep breaths."

Deep breaths. Sure, Esteban can manage some deep breaths. Of course, it's only now that he realizes he's been hyperventilating for the past five minutes and suddenly the tingling in his hands and face make sense.

For fuck's sake, he's actually panicking.

"Pierre, I -"

"Ah, ah, breathing. Tell me after."

Esteban nods curtly, still feeling oddly detached from his own body as he processes the fact that he is panicking. His hands are shaking, his heart is racing almost nearly as fast as it does when he's driving - the rhythm so frantic and desperate that it almost hurts as it drums away in his chest. His breaths are shallow and quick, and he knows Pierre is right. He has to breathe, nice and deep and calm. He has to hold the air in his lungs a few seconds and let it out slowly, and continue this process until his body gets the message and calms itself down.

And Pierre is nothing if not thorough and on point. Esteban cannot find the rhythm himself so Pierre creates one for him, breathing in the exact pattern he wants Esteban to follow. Esteban watches Pierre's chest rise and fall slowly and finally decides to give it a shot on the third repetition. He breathes, following Pierre like a lost puppy, until he can manage to hold the rhythm on his own.

"There you go, you will be okay now." Pierre says gently, and though Esteban feels like he's just run a marathon and an endurance race combined, he nods.

"Thank you," he replies, once he finds the strength to use his voice again. "I don't know what happened-"

"I do." Pierre interjects, tossing Esteban a sad smile. "But we'll talk about that later. Right now, let's get out of this garage and back to the hotel."

Esteban nods.

Yeah, yeah. He will be okay now.

[scrollonso]

Sweet — Max/Aleix

Max has always found it easy to get lost in his own head during race weeks.

Tonight, however, he feels a little too electric when he finally makes his way out of the conference room.

He'd been speaking to fans all morning, signing things, answering questions with somewhat of a smile on his face. He’d felt normal, full of energy, great even, until he unlocked his hotel room and slid inside, catching a strange whiff of Aleix. Aleix who he was certain hadn't come to Abu Dhabi with him.

It made sense for his brain to go straight to the chiseled, brown-eyed god he calls his husband, his Alpha, his mate. More specifically, straight to that Alpha’s cock. Thinking about it once he's alone isn’t abnormal for him, he's married and raised three pups with the guy so it makes total sense to think of him when he's away, but this time it lit a fire straight through the core of Max's belly.

Max had to bite down on the comforter underneath him abruptly to swallow a moan dancing up his throat. He’d gone sweaty, gripping the material tighter in his palm.

Before he knew it he was sliding his palm down his chest, straight past his cock, suddenly overwhelmed and burning in his own desire. He’d thought about the way Aleix's biceps flex when he man-handles him, pictured Aleix flipping them over in bed and knotting Max right there. This got him a little dizzy as he pushed himself up, practically drooling while he opened the mini fridge, begging to find something to wash away this feeling.

When he finds nothing that seems to work, he realizes he’s actually going into heat; and had failed to take his pills today. He'd been on them consistently for years — at least since Kelly left him for someone newer, younger. She never liked heat supressants. She liked torturing him, the Dutchman only realized years later.

He feels himself start to sweat even more, a hot pulse of arousal stirring, unrelenting, inside of him. He tries not to let his panic show, it's the last race of the season. He's leading the championship but if he under-performs he's certain his dad will kill him. He needs to figure something out — and preferably before free practice tomorrow.

He sucks in as many deep breathes as he can as he settles on a chair besides the bed — the urge to nest overpowering the urge to be lay down and let the mattress swallow him whole — squeezing his eyes shut and desperately trying to keep his thoughts at bay. It’s not really working, his brain mostly spitting things like: cock, balls, knot, Aleix, railed at him. It’s certainly the worst situation he's been in while going into heat, and Max can feel his legs actually start shaking even as he relaxes into the material under him.

Before he can think of how it'll look he pulls out his phone to call Rupert.

“What are you doing?” He asks sort of incredulously, knowing Max was supposed to be asleep by now and definitely isn't calling to schedule more training

“Rupert, help—“ Max breathes, positively squirming in his own, tight pants. “Going into heat.”

He’s never seen him sound more alarmed, pausing for what feels like an eternity before speaking up again. “How? You didn’t — oh hell it doesn’t matter, we’ll need to get you everything you need.”

“What about the rest of the weekend?” Max asks dumbly, still concerned about his fans even in the worst of situations.

“I'll let Christian know and I'm sure he'll tell the right people, we’ll have to tell the press you’ve come down with a stomach bug.”

Of course, since nobody in the public even knows Max's status as an omega. Male omega athletes are extremely rare, often too afraid of being forcibly bred and ransomed, or generally harassed. Most of them keep it under wraps, including Max himself, who has had no problem masquerading as an Alpha, often written off as a shameless womanizer in the public — despite him being, pretty obviously, a married gay man. Though some of Max's fans have a particular inclining about him, most especially in relation to a relationship with Aleix. Max figures it will always just be what it is.

“You don’t worry about anything else, though,” Rupert is saying as Max tries his best to stay focused on anything other than the tight heat in his stomach. “We’ll get you sorted out as quick as possible.”

“Yeah, yes, but — I need Aleix.” Max pleads. There’s nothing he needs more.

“We’ll have to arrange a private flight, but he's watching your pups, right? You’ll have to call him. I'm sure no one on the team wants to bother him if you're capable, Max.”

Max opens his mouth to respond, but Rupert already hung up, probably rushing around to help the poor omega. While he sits in the silence of the hotel room — drowning in his own scent, now hinted with despair — he tries not to cry, a sinking feeling crushing him inside that he’s letting down thousands of people because he neglected to look after himself. He sniffles to himself, teary eyed as he struggles to call his husnand. It rings for what feels like ages, but luckily, Aleix picks up.

“Sweetheart?” Is all he says, clearly having just managed to get the twins to bed.

“Aleix I need you.” Max says, and his voice breaks, tears falling.

Max hears Aleix click a door — presumably the twins — closed behind him, then, “What’s wrong, Max? Are you hurt?"

“ 'M going into heat, I was at a press con and didn’t take the suppressants, ’m so stupid.”

“Oh sweetie,” Aleix makes his way to their usually shared bedroom, Max having memorized every inch of their home. “You’re not stupid, everyone forgets things like that sometimes.”

Max gnaws at his lower lip, sitting himself on the couch in the corner. “They’re trying to pull me from the race, I feel terrible for leaving the fans. Aleix I feel so mad at myself.”

“Your well-being is the most important, you’ll make it up to them,” Aleix pauses, “How do you feel, though, are you wet yet?”

“No,” Max swallows, eyes shiny. “Jus' hot all over, fuzzy-headed, gonna need something soon. Gonna need you please. I can’t do this without you.”

Aleix has gotten Max through many heats in their time together, being exactly what Max needed every single time; staying up late with him, keeping him hydrated, rested, and well-fucked best of all. Max can’t imagine doing it without him, and the thought makes his heart constrict.

“I'm leaving now, Laura will watch the pups, just get your nest ready and try to rest a bit until it hits.” Aleix says calmly, “Put something cold on your head, and get off a few times with your fingers until I get there.”

“Ugh, want you now Leix, it — it almost hurts how bad.”

“God I know sweetheart, I wish I could poof into the room right now, but — fuck, Albert is calling me, I’ve got to get my stuff and go. Let Rupert help you, yeah? Te amo.”

“Ik hou van jou. See you soon.” Max says, swallowing thickly and ending the call.

He puts together his nest without incident, stripping himself bare and wetting a cloth with cool water. He collapses into bed, his body already weak and exhausted, and presses the cloth to his firey forehead. It soothes him a little right away, and he moans to himself in relief as his body sinks into the mattress. It takes less than ten minutes for him to slip into unconsciousness, mouth parted slightly as he sleeps soundly.

When he wakes a few hours later, he’s drenched in sweat, body shaking, and painfully hard. He can feel his cock twitching at nothing, his lower half soaked in slick. He squirms in the sheets, whining high in his throat and dumbly flipping over onto his stomach. It’s like his body takes over and he can’t control himself, frantically fucking his hips down into the firm mattress underneath him.

The pressure on his cock feels fucking amazing, Max's head spinning wildly as he humps the bed, slick gliding wetly between his thighs; all over the sheets. He moans loudly, eyes screwing shut as he gets himself off, drowning his own desperation. It doesn’t take long for him to come for the first time, a giant wet patch forming underneath him as he whines through the orgasm.

He’s rock hard again in seconds, immediately flipping himself over and getting a hand around his cock. He uses his free hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead, his whole body shaking and overheated. He’s reaching the painful part of his heat, tears brimming in his eyes as he strokes his wet cock.

“Aleix,” He gasps to himself, panting beyond control. “Aleix, Aleix, Leix, please.”

His body absolutely burns with the need for his Alpha, and the need is so bone-deep that Max feels like he could die. He works over his cock faster, reaching up to pinch and twist as his nipples, making himself hiss and cry.

He comes for the second time effortlessly, crying out and thrashing around in the hotel bed. Heat is licking at every inch of him, he feels lightheaded, and so, so empty.

He barely has the energy to move, but gets himself to spread his legs wide and brings a finger to his slick hole. He can’t even stand to tease himself, working a finger in and quickly making it two. He twists and curls his fingers inside himself, but it’s not enough. He’s desperate to come on Aleix's knot, whimpering as he tries to hit his prostate. He lifts his hips up, angling his fingers a bit different, and finds it, nearly shouting as he bumps it again and again.

“Fuck, fuck.” He slurs as his third orgasm wracks his body, finally taking away most of the pain.

He knows this is still the beginning, not even the worst of his heat, and takes his brief moment of relief to take a shower. The lukewarm water feels so, so good and Max's body sags in relief as he lathers his body in soap. He rinses, towels himself off, and stays naked as he gets himself some water from the mini fridge. He gets half the bottle down before he settles back in bad, the three orgasms exhausting him into another round of sleep.

Max ends up only sleeping in few hours increments, his arousal pulling him from sleep several times. He fingers himself on and off, plays with his nipples, jerks himself off. He cries for Aleix, wipes himself down with a cold flannel, and sleeps a bit. And repeat, and repeat. By eleven in the morning he’s exhausted, and Aleix finds him spread out on the bed, legs shaking, his cock angry red and achingly hard, leaking all over himself.

“Fuck, Sweetie,” Aleix swears immediately, kicking the door shut with his foot and dropping his stuff to the floor. “Shit, you smell, so— fucking good.” He moans, climbing onto the bed and quickly burying his nose in Max's neck.

Max's body responds to his Alpha immediately, ripping a high cry from his throat as Aleix eagerly scents him, and nips at his neck.

“Please,” Is all Max can get himself to say. His brain feels like syrup, body on fire, on the verge of a blackout. His hole hurts with how empty it is. “Want— knot, please, please.”

“Yeah,” Aleix breathes, bringing his mouth to Max's ear. “Gonna knot you baby, gonna fuck you so hard.”

Max whimpers, flipping himself over to get up on his hands and knees and fully present for Aleix. He can feel his hole clenching around nothing, begging to be filled. He hears Aleix tear his clothes off behind him, then he’s suddenly being yanked back by his hips, and is forcefully impaled by Aleix's cock.

Max borderline screams, collapsing down onto his forearms as his Alpha absolutely drills into him; skin slapping obscenely. Aleix fists the back of Max's hair, growling as he shoves Max face-down into the mattress, giving it to him hard. Max is already coming in seconds, choking and sobbing as long, thick ropes coat the sheets.

“That’s it baby, you feel so fucking good,” Aleix pants, driving into Max relentlessly. “Get me so, so hot.”

Max's entire body feels the force of Aleix's words, so incredibly aroused and worked up that all he can do is whimper, shoving his ass backwards forcibly on Aleix's dick. Aleix lets go of Max's hair to grip his hips instead, fingers digging into the sensitive flesh as he pounds into Max's prostate.

Max's eyes roll back in his head, his mouth dropping open as he fists at the sheets beneath him, his mind completely whiting out with the force of the big, Alpha cock splitting him open. He feels the base of Aleix's cock start to fatten up, and the thought of getting his knot has Max crying, mouthing dumbly at the pillow underneath him.

“Leix,” Max wails like it’s the only word he knows, “Please— please.” He pants desperately, trying his hardest not to touch his cock. He knows Aleix wants him to come on his cock.

Aleix is panting and swearing above him, so deep and sexy that Max could come from his sounds alone. He digs his fingers into Max's hips, and he feels Aleix's swelling knot catch against his desperate hole. Max is so desperate to come again that it feels like he might explode, brain melting to mush as Aleix's knot finally expands fully.

Aleic growls, shoving his knot past the rim of Max's puffy hole before he starts coming, and Max feels everything. The stretch of Aleix's knot, and his warm flood of come have Max coming hard, his entire body wracking and trembling as he spills onto his tummy and all over the sheets. Aleix buries his face in Max's neck as he keeps coming, and coming, Max absolutely blissed out with sweet relief.

After a moment, Aleix pulls out gently, coming down to lay at Max's side. Max feels so much fucking better, the fuzziness in his head fading away, and his vision clearing up now that his body has what it needed. He turns onto his side, wiggling his way into Aleix's arms and tilting his head back to pucker his lips.

Aleix obliges, leaning in to finally kiss Max for the first time since he’s been here. It’s chaste and sweet, warm lips sliding together lazily.

“Missed you so much.” Max whispers against Aleix's lips, curling his arms around his mate’s middle.

“Always miss you, cariño.” Aleix murmurs, kissing Max's nose, then his eyelid, and back to his lips. “Feel good?”

Max nods, body buzzing with content. “For now, gonna be hard again soon,” Max traces a finger gently up and down Aleix's bare back, feeling goosebumps bloom there. “Thank you for flying out.”

“I’d never let you go through this alone, I’m here always. No matter how far apart we are.”

Max beams softly, heart jumping in his chest. He really does have the best Alpha, couldn’t imagine being anyone but Aleix's in this lifetime or the next.

He lets Max rest a bit while he calls for room service, ordering himself and Max something to fuel up before they go again. Max's ‘resting’ mostly just consists of him staring at Aleix, drinking in every detail while he chats on the phone. His eyes follow the long line of Aleix's perfectly cut jaw, the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips, his overgrown buzzcut practically soaked with sweat. He’s so fucking stunning that it makes Max a little crazy, and the way he takes care of Max makes him even crazier. Aleix would kill for Max, he’d die for him, and Max is out of his mind with obsession.

His thoughts, of course, rile him up fairly quickly, and he’s suddenly mouthing hotly at Aleix's spine as his cock perks up in interest.

“Do you have any fruit?” Aleix is saying on the phone as Max scoots closer to his back, starting to squirm against him. “A bowl would be lovely, thank you.”

He turns around and watches Max start to hump against him, his eyebrow raising in silent amusement.

“Hmm, have you got a London fog?” He asks into the phone, then turns to push Max onto his back with his free hand. He uses Max's slick to get a hand around his cock, jerking him off lazily. “Two of those please, yes.”

Mac can’t help himself when he whines, he tries to be quiet, but Aleix casually getting him off while he chats to an unsuspecting stranger is getting Max so hot. He was already hot just for the way Aleix looks for christ sake.

Max spreads his legs wider, letting Aleix stroke his cock in quick succession, not even looking at Max as he speaks on the phone. Max has to bite his fist to get himself to shut up, desperate for more.

“Yeah, my mate is pregnant—“ Max gasps. “and he needs a lot of nutrients, if he’s going to carry our baby,” Aleix drills on, knowing exactly what he’s doing to Max and his body right now. Max is obviously not pregnant, but the mere thought of carrying Aleix's child, being filled up with him in that way, could send Mac into a blackout. “Yeah, he likes avocado, perfect.” Aleix squeezes Max's cock, jerking him faster, and Max is slobbering all over his hand at this point. “If you could just set it outside of 322 we’d appreciate it. Yes, an omega please. Perfect, gracias.”

As soon as he hangs up, Max groans. “Jesus fucking christ, you’re so—“

“You love it,” Aleix taunts, reaching up to play with Max's nipples while he’s getting him off. Max's mouth drops open. “You’d be so gorgeous all full of my babies.” Aleix practically growls, voice low and rough. He rolls Max's full balls in his hand, sucking his sensitive nipple into his mouth. He lathes his tongue over it, nipping at it lightly with his teeth. Max's back arches obscenely.

“Ohhh fuck Alpha.” Max slurs, arms going around Aleix's head to settle in his hair as Aleix sucks on his nipples. They’re so, so sensitive and sore that Max feels like he really could be pregnant, making himself choke on a gasp.

“Wanna be knocked up so bad don’t you? Everyone would know what I did to you,” Aleix continues, rubbing his thumb into Max's nipple with one hand, and continuing to jerk him off in the other. “Need your Alpha to breed you hmmm?”

And that’s all it takes for a loud, guttural cry to rip from Max's throat, and he’s coming dry, cock spasming. His eyes squeeze shut, and he chokes through it, feeling like he could float off the bed at any second.

“Good boy.” Aleix says, dropping down to give him a kiss.

“You’re insane.” Max pants, shoving playfully at Aleix's chest.

Aleix smirks. “I know what my baby needs.”

He does, Max sees, when a cart of food is dropped at their door. There’s an array of breakfast foods; croissants and sausages and eggs. Fruit as well, piled up in a small, pristine bowl. There’s a couple slices of avocado toast with some sort of fancy, purple onion, and a kettle of hot tea; milk on the side.

They both dress in dressing gowns and eat at the suites kitchen table, Max feeling completely blissed out and satiated. He’s sticky and sore, but otherwise completely content.

“How was media day then? Haven’t even heard what you said yet.” Aleix asks, bringing his mug up to his lips.

“Good up until the press con, really, really loud. A lot of my orange, funny enough.”

“The press con?” Aleix quirks an eyebrow, setting the mug down. “Get yourself too worked up with all those people watching?”

Max blushes, biting into a strawberry, then fixing Aleix with a pout. “ ‘S when my heat hit me. Wrong time for that.”

“Did you have your tits out?” Aleix asked, Max knew what he meant. The Spaniard was always weird about how his hypothetical tits looked in his red bull kit.

Max scrunches his nose, grinning as he silently gets his phone out, and searches for a picture of himself on Twitter. He finds a good one, and turns the screen so Aleix can see the outfit, it truly was just like every other media day outfit he wore.

Aleix stares for a long time, eyes sliding up and down Max's body, the way his jeans hugged his thighs just right, the way you could see the outline of his cock as he sat on the sofa besides his friends, none of them knowing that Max would go back to his hotel just to get fucked raw. He chews his food slowly, eyes never leaving the glowing screen. Eventually, he wolf whistles lowly, causing Max to flush, clicking off his phone and shaking his head.

“Not fair that you get to travel the world without me and look that good. Fucking obscene, sweetheart, Jesus.” Aleix shakes his head. “Need to mark you all over so everyone will know who you come home to.”

“Leix.” Max whines bashfully, nudging at Aleix's shin with his foot under the table.

“That tiny waist, fuck. You’re such a vision. All mine though.”

Max can feel himself getting hard too quickly to process, the sure signs of burning heat licking at his belly. Aleix looks like he wants to eat him whole, their ankles tangling together under the table. Max squirms in his seat.

“I wouldn’t have been able to help myself,” Aleix barrels on, starting to scoot their empty plates to the other edge of the table. Max's heart beat picks up. “Would’ve had to come up there and have you right there in front of everyone. Wouldn’t be able to control myself.” Max whimpers, his scent going completely desperate as he feels himself wetten. Suddenly, he needs to be knotted again, absolutely burning with desire. “Fuck, you’re gagging for it.”

Max nods frantically, and that’s all Aleix needs. He shoves away all of their forgotten dishes, letting them pile up carelessly on the edge of the table as he throws his robe to the floor. He comes around to shove Max down so his back is flat on the dining table, pulling open his robe and pushing in with no warning. He spreads Max's legs far apart, and fucks into him unforgivingly. Max throws his head back onto the table, the dishes around him clattering loudly as Aleix takes him right there.

Aleix buries his face in Max's neck, sucking and biting the flesh there, and Max bares his neck as much as he can, desperate to be claimed — despite Aleix's mark already scarred into his skin. Aleix gets Max to come two more times, knotting him the second time, both of them spewing come all over the dining table.

It doesn’t take long for them to move to the couch, Aleix getting Max off again with his mouth on his cock, and then again sucking his cock and fingering him simultaneously. They attempt to make it through a shower, but Aleix is aggressively fucking Max into the wall by the end of it, a direct result of a wet and loose Max, Aleix unable to resist his addicting scent.

They manage to calm down enough to sit on the private balcony for a bit, breathing in the fresh air and Aleix drinking a cup of coffee. It doesn’t last forever though, with the both of them clambering back inside to fuck right there on the floor soon after, Aleix giving Max his knot once more.

The rest of day into the evening passes exactly the same; with Max and Aleix resting and fucking on and off for hours. Max rides Aleix on the couch, crying as he impales his prostate over and over with Aleix's cock, and they sixty-nine two different times in bed, Aleix cumming down Max's throat as he sucks off his mate. Aleix even gets Max to cum once just from sucking on his nipples for a bit, twisting and toying with them until Maz cries.

By nighttime, their bed is damp all over, and the hotel suite in complete disarray. There’s empty water bottles randomly strewn about, the coffee table pushed all the way out of place against the wall, dishes on the floor and scattered messily and knocked over on the table. Max's nipples are puffy and abused, dried cum painting his stomach and tangling in his pubic hair.

They eat take away in bed, then lie down for as much sleep as they can get before another wave of arousal wracks Max's body. He sleeps for a good four hours, resting his overworked body, before he’s awakened by his own leaking, desperation taking over again. He rolls over and sees that Aleix is awake and on the phone, and crawls on top of him, shamelessly grinding down onto his body.

“Mhm, he’s awake now,” Aleix says into the phone, and Max presses their cocks together hard, his arousal taking over. “Gotta go, call you tomorrow.” He tosses his phone onto the bedside table, then settles his hands on Max's ass.

“Miss your cock.” Max whispers, nibbling at Aleix's earlobe as he rocks against him, getting slick all over Aleix's thighs.

“You always do, especially in heat.” Aleix teases, squeezing at the flesh of Max's cheeks. Max continues to try to get off on Aleix's thigh, until he’s using his Alpha voice to say, “Get on your knees for me.”

Max shudders immediately, moving to obey without a second thought, getting on his knees and sticking his ass out for Aleix. Begging to be filled up. Aleix's voice has him in a complete haze, dizzy with the incessant need to be good for him. Aleix toys with him for a second, rubbing his dick all over Max's crack, teasing his puffy rim until Max is pleading. Then, he pushes in fully, Max moaning in earnest.

They move together in a tangle of sweaty limbs, Max twisting his head so he can suck Aleix's tongue into his mouth, both of them panting hotly against each other’s lips. Max is suddenly overwhelmed with gratitude, so, so thankful that Aleix is here with him, that Aleix loves him. He wants to feel Aleix in every single little corner of him, wants to be his muse and his reason for the rest of their lives. His eyes fill with tears as he thinks about it, heart so full he feels like it could jump out of the cage of his chest.

“Love you so, so much.” He cries, driving his hips backwards to meet Aleix's deep thrusts. Aleix hears the wobble in his voice and stops moving, pulling out gently so he can flip Max onto his back.

“Sorry, need to see you, there’s those pretty eyes.” Aleix whispers, slipping back inside of Max, pressing their foreheads together. “I love you cariño. My whole heart.”

Max kisses him, once, twice, “I want to be yours forever— fuck I— want to carry your babies, and, write Espargaro on my paperwork—“

Aleix growls, pounding into Max harder, swirling his hips in these little figure eight’s that get him in so, so deep.

“You can have it,” He pants into Max's mouth, “Gonna give you everything. Fucking everything.”

Max trembles, so overwhelmed that he comes all over his belly and Aleix's fingers digging in his mate’s back aggressively.

“Knot me, Alpha, please.” He begs, mouthing and biting desperately at Aleix's shoulder.

Aleix braces a hand on the headboard, then somehow pounds into Max even deeper as he starts to come, and Max immediately comes again on his knot. He clenches tightly around Aleix's knot, spurting only a small dribble of come the second time.

The entire next day and a half find Max and Aleix continuing to fuck like they’re sex starved, only pausing to eat, drink, and occasionally get some sleep. They’ve fucked in every crevice of the hotel suite by the end of it, nearly christening the balcony at one point too, barely making it inside. The suite reeks of sweat and sex, the couch and the bed damp with slick and come, cum-stained tops piling up in the bathroom.

As soon as Max's heat subsides, the waves of arousal disappearing, they get to work cleaning up after themselves. Aleix would feel far too horrible to leave it to the cleaning crew, throwing all their trash and laundry down their respective shoots. They run the dishwasher, vacuum, and put every piece of furniture back where it belongs.

It almost makes Max sad to leave the suite, regarding his few days in with Aleix fondly, even if they were simply going at it the whole time. It was a nice break from his hectic racing schedule, even getting to laugh with Aleix, and feed him fruit, and wash his hair for him between all the sex.

They part with a long, long hug, dozens of kisses and whispered promises to call. Then Aleix is off to the airport to get back to Monaco to be with the pups. Max tries not to feel devastatingly empty as he’s skirted off to the gym for his next race — the gap between him and the rider in second now dangerously small.

He hoped to finish the season on a high before taking a break for the birth of his and Aleix's first pup together.

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Wolves and Lambs: Part 1

Alpha Max Verstappen x Omega fem!driver

Genre: Series, Omega verse, Enemies to Lovers, Romance, Eventual smut

Synopsis: Male Alphas are the ones who dominate motor sports all around the world, especially Formula 1. It is a well known fact. Females in general nor Female Omegas are never heard nor encouraged to join the sport since the 1950s. Well, up until now...

Word Count: 2.4k

Chapter's Premise: "How could I forget? The reckless rookie during FP1. Almost crashed into me."

Parts: W&L masterlist / general masterlist

"How does it feel to be the only female alpha here on the grid?" The reporter extends his mic to you during the last press conferences on the last F2 Grand Prix in Abu Dhabi.

Here we go again. "It doesn't feel any different. Everybody here puts out their all when racing and I do that too. Outside of race week, I could say that they're like my younger brothers. It's fun."

"Congratulations again for your promotion to Formula 1 for the next season. Do you have any expectations? Any goals coming in to next year?" At least this reporter is not sexist unlike the others.

"I have been the test driver for Aston Martin for almost two years now. I'm grateful that I've been given the seat alongside Fernando Alonso. Any expectations? I've seen how hard everyone works back in the factory. I hope we develop a better race-winning car. My goal is definitely to win a Grand Prix." You can't help but smile at the thought that your next career move is inching closer and closer now.

"Thank you very much. That's y/n y/l/n, everyone. Your 2023 F2 World Champion." You bid goodbye to the reporter while your Press Officer ushers you to the next reporter.

After your meeting with the Aston Martin Team, your assistant tugs your shirt to signal you to walk to Mike Krack, the team principal.

"Here comes our favorite female driver!" He enthusiastically opens up his arms to welcome you in a tight hug. "Are you ready for the next season?"

"All good. I'm itching to jump in the car and drive." You chuckle as he release you from the hug.

"Hello sir. I just would like to go through something with you." Megan, your assistant, clears her throat which caught the attention of your new team principal. "I just informed y/n that you are aware of her true classification. I want to know how do we handle it from here."

You freeze in your spot as you observe Mike's face. It was astounding that your team principal is still very much determined to add you to the lineup despite knowing that you are not an Alpha, rather an Omega. He assures that he didn't care about it but what he looks for in a driver is talent, grit, and passion.

All your former team in F3 and F2 were never made aware of this fact, even until now. You never had a problem with this secret since your heat haven't arrived yet. At 25, you were considered a very late-bloomer, Normally, one would have their first heat at around 17-20 years old. If you were asked, you prefer it to never arrive at all. Better that way, at least it won't affect you during your races if ever it comes unexpectedly.

Ultimately, you had to force your manager to be upfront with Mike Krack. She was hesitant at first but you knew it was inevitable. The first one is always unpredictable and is affected by your emotions. It's better if your contract stays intact and won't be affected by it.

"We'll keep it under wraps. Limit the people within our team. I know a few people in the media so if this gets out, we can control it. I'll do everything that I can to keep a talent such as yours." Mike pats your back as he noticed you keeping quiet at Megan's side.

It's a wonder that you were able to keep it a secret up until now. It's not that it's forbidden to have Omegas as drivers in motorsport. There were a few male Omegas and only one female Omega before. She drove for one season and retired on the next. It was a very brief stint. Since then, no female omegas were ever able to climb up to Formula 1. Well, not until you but it's a secret. For now.

Of course you want to make a name for yourself. Not just being the first female driver since the 50s but a female Omega. It's something to be proud of. Although, majority of the people are still against it and will surely doubt your talent before they even see it.

Most of the people in the paddock that are either managers, mechanics, presenters, race engineers, and PR officers are almost all Betas and a few are only Omegas; just to name a few. The drivers and team principals are almost entirely Alphas.

You remember Megan mentioned that two of the drivers on the 2024 grid are Omegas but you forgot the names. Well, she also painfully reminded you to keep your classification a secret from them so forgetting who's who is not actually a bad thing.

Back in your F3 and F2 days, whenever Alpha drivers would argue with each other and get rowdy, you could literally feel the effects within you. Shivers down to your spine, tightening chest, trembling hands. Used to having that kind of physical effect on you during those situations, you would just avoid any altercations with any of them.

You were dubbed "The Lamb" of the paddock, being the calm and collected driver out of all of them. In contrast to your nickname, you were like a wolf when you put on the helmet. You would obliterate every driver during every race, herding them to the side.

"I look forward racing alongside our new driver." You, Megan, and Mike swiftly turned your head towards one direction. The sight of the Spanish driver smiling made you freeze. "I've seen your lap times during one of the test drives at Silverstone. It's been the talk of the factory. You almost beat Max's record lap time on the track."

He's definitely an Alpha. The Alpha aura that the two time world champion exudes is definitely nerve-racking. Any other Omega should've felt this when they met him, for sure. It's good that you're used to being around Alphas that it's not obvious in your body language that you were affected.

You bumped fists with Alonso. "Let's not forget the impression you left on the other drivers on FP1 back in Abu Dhabi GP when 11 rookies joined the practice for the Driver Development Program. You drove my AMR23 like a beast and you were the only rookie who was able to put their car in the top 10. In P3, at that." Alonso chuckles, reminding him how the team radios of other drivers went when you were passing them on the track, as broadcasted.

"Thank you sir. Just wanted to show everyone who they might compete against." you replied.

"Oh you most definitely did." he smirks.

It was a comfortable welcome within Aston Martin. Even Lance Stroll, who took a break from Formula 1 to recover from his injuries due to a career-changing incident, worked with you and Alonso to work out the kinks in the car. Being the son of Lawrence Stroll, he won't leave his son out in Formula 1 in any kind of way. Plus, Lance is a familiar face back in karting days so his presence actually helps.

Days pass and it all felt like a blur. You were practically living in the factory when you made certain to be as hands-on as possible with the development of the car. When you sat in the car for almost 2 hours for the seat fitting, Megan basically bribed the other engineers to let you rest for once. The other employees nearby were laughing because Megan was pushing the other engineers away that you were hollering to come to you.

Come February, the day of the AMR24 reveal. It was the first event where you donned your green race suit in front of everyone. In the backstage, Fernando could notice the tenseness painting your face. Lance was also there with you two waiting. He smacked your back so hard that you almost cursed at him, warranting a loud laugh from Fernando.

The welcoming party for the F1 teams was held in Bahrain on the third week of February, just a few days before pre-season testing. Lance and Fernando accompanied you to a ballroom decorated elegantly from the floor to the ceiling where waiters are walking around to give hors d'oeuvres and champagne to people basically in dapper suits and sparkling dresses at every turn. F1 events never disappoint.

You gently push Lando and Fernando to leave you and to go mingle with sponsors and other people they know. Laughing at how close you got to the two drivers just after a few months of working with them. Fernando felt like a mentor and a father, while Lance felt like an annoying brother.

Multiple Alphas gathering in one venue is hurting your nose and making your head spin. As a temporary refuge, you occupy an empty seat at the bar and ordered an Amaretto Sour. It didn't take you two sips before somebody with a mild Alpha scent sits next to you. You look at the man through your periphery. Unruly hair so brown with soft curls and a gummy smile.

"Nervous on your first event?" he says, sliding his drink close to him after the bartender hands it out.

"Hm?" You swiftly turn your head at the man, still taking a sip from your drink.

"You're y/n, right? Aston Martin? I'm Lando Norris. I'm just wondering why a gorgeous woman like you is alone here at the bar?" he replies.

"Nice to meet you!" You offer your hand out to the Mclaren Driver and he shakes it. "Big events like this is not my thing. I'm just charging up my social battery right now. Fernando and Lance will likely pull me later to meet with our sponsors." You add while taking another sip to help mask the overwhelming scent of the venue.

"Tell me about it. It's an introvert's worse nightmare." Another man with an Australian accent pops up beside Lando, wrapping his arm on the man's shoulder. "I'm Oscar Piastri. Nice to meet you!"

Lando and Oscar turns out to be such a fun company to be with. They even introduced you to some of the drivers that were not so busy socializing with VIPs and sponsors; like Yuki Tsunoda, Daniel Ricciardo, Pierre Gasly, Esteban Ocon, Alexander Albon, and Logan Sargeant.

Lando was about to call Charles and Max when he spotted them from afar but you were quickly pulled away by Lance to do some rubbing shoulders with your team's sponsors.

"Hey! Why did you call me?" Charles pats Lando's back then proceeds to greet the others gathered around at the bar.

"I was going to introduce you to someone but Lance swept her away." Lando scoffs as he greets Max, who appeared behind Charles.

Max and Charles search the crowd for Lance and eventually spots the man with a gorgeous girl at his side in an emerald green long dress. "Remember the driver who got P3 in FP1 when we were in Abu Dhabi?" says Lando to the two men staring at your side profile while you were busy smiling and mingling with older men.

"Y/n Y/l/n, right? Aston Martin?" Charles said, still can't peel his eyes away from you.

"How could I forget? The reckless rookie during FP1. Almost crashed into me." Max sneers, turns back at the bar and orders a drink.

"Come on mate. Like you were not? You were too aggressive at that FP1. You drove like you were racing with us already. Even overtaking at the pit lane exit." Charles lightly slapped his hand on Max's chest, earning a laugh from him and Lando.

"Still. At the end of the day, she was too eager to prove herself that it came off as reckless." Max takes the drink that he ordered and turns back around to his fellow drivers.

"Come on, you were like that when we were young. Remember our inCHIdent?" Charles, Lando, and even Pierre and Alex laughed so hard at the mention of the adorable memory of Charles and Max's rivalry when they were young.

"Maybe you're just nervous that someone might be able to finally de-throne you from your seat, your majesty?" Lando chuckles.

"We'll see at the pre-season testing if she's all bark and no bite." says Max, staring at you like you're a lamb in a wolf hunt.

"The new season of Formula 1 is just around the corner. But before the lights go out in Bahrain, you'll see all teams hit the track in three rigorous pre-season testing days. It's the first chance to see how this season is shaping up."

It was so surreal to see your driver number 13 in big font on the side of your AMR24. This is the dream and it all starts with the pre-season testing. With only just one car per team to be allowed per day, it was decided that you will drive on the first and second day, and Fernando on the third day.

You could say that it was a bit difficult on the first day. The car was superb and fast, except for the porpoising. After driving almost 150 laps with all the porpoising and understeer, your back felt like cracked uncooked noodles. The makeshift bed in your room in the garage basically inviting you to sprawl down on it. Thankfully, the car got better on the second day.

Everyone was so busy to improve everything on the car that you barely mingled with anyone outside of your team. Even on the third day where Fernando was out on track, you were still discussing with the engineers on what to improve and what strategies to use on the first race in Bahrain a week from now.

After the pre-season testing, Megan made sure to empty out at least two days in your schedule to give you a break. You woke up at around 11 am and went down to the hotel lounge to spend some time reading. Oscar was about to go to the hotel restaurant but stopped when he saw you.

"What are you reading?" You looked up behind you when you heard a voice and saw Oscar in casual clothes.

"Nothing. Just something to pass the time." You replied as Oscar takes up the couch beside you. "Are you about to have lunch?"

"Yeah. Just waiting for Lando." said Oscar, keeping his eyes on you. Oscar paused for a moment, contemplating on continuing his train of thought. "I'm curious so I'm just gonna ask it now."

"What?" you ask, closing your book.

"Why are you hiding that you are an Omega?"

Next part: Part 2