#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

[sandythereadingcafe]

REVIEW TOUR:

JUST DRIVE (Formula One Omegaverse 1) by Devyn Sinclair at The Reading Cafe:

'Sabotage/mystery and a whole lot of underhanded games'

[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

[sain55lut]

Michael Schumacher paved the way for today's omega drivers so they could also serve as much breedable cunt as he did in the 2000s.

[syzygyofeureka]

F1twt misgendered him as an alpha so he had to present himself as omega again.

[44nymeria33]

There's been a lot of discussion about alpha max vs omega max

If you think that man is an alpha you are wrong

[argentinagp]

[formula1fanfiction]

Title: Everything has changed

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton / George Russell

Characters: Lewis Hamilton, George Russell, Charles Leclerc, Kimi Antonelli, Fernando Alonso, Alex Albon.

Prompt: George thinks that Lewis wants Charles after he transferred to Ferrari George is an omega and jealous (and self-conscious) lots of miscommunication/misunder-standing and oblivious Charles and/or Lewis - good potential for drama and comedy.

AO3 link

"Good morning Lew." George stretches amongst the crumpled bed sheets, watching Lewis' naked, very scratched back from where he's laid amongst the pillows. It's Lewis' first day at Ferrari, he has to be up much earlier than George for PR stuff.

"Good morning George." Lewis finally answers him back, very monotone. He catches George's eyes through the mirror, and unreadable expression on his face. "You still have half an hour right? Time to-" George winks turning back the covers, revealing his very naked body.

"For god sake George, I fucked you last night. Why are you so needy all the time? You shouldn't even be here anyway, Toto isn't stupid man he will know if your bed isn't slept in." George can smell the sadness creeping into his own scent he hopes Lewis can't smell him. It's just yeah, he has been more needy, Lewis is at Ferrari now which means he will spend less time with George and more time with a prettier omega, and really how can he compete with Charles?"

George quickly sniffs back the tears, not quickly enough. "George, are you due your heat or something this is ridiculous." A wave of anger runs through George. "No, we spent my heat together during summer break." Something etches across Lewis' face, his brow ceases ever so slightly. "Fuck you're not pregnant are you?" That does hurt. "Of course not, how stupid do you think I am?"

"I wouldn't put it past you to-" Lewis starts, but seems to think better of it. "What were you going to say?" George snaps. "Nothing, I need to go." Lewis presses a hard kiss onto the top of George's head and leaves.

In his state of upset and confusion, he forgets to put on his scent blocking patches before he leaves for the track. "Is there a reason you stink of Lewis and sadness?" Toto asks with a hand on his hip, he doesn't seem angry at least. "I know you're missing him, but you need to pull yourself together." George nods, and goes find Kimi to do his own PR stuff, which thankfully doesn't take long.

"You're sad." Kimi stares at him with his brown doe eyes looking awfully sad himself. "It doesn't matter, i'm fine." Kimi doesn't say anything, just grabs George by the bicep and pulls him into a nest. It must be Kimi's the whole thing smells like Ollie Bearman, he recognises his own scent, then he sees a stolen hoodie hidden amongst some of Ollie's stuff. He doesn't say anything, it warms his inside's up a little bit.

"It makes me sad, when you are sad." Kimi tells him, quietly scenting him and wrapping his body around George's. "It will be ok, I promise." Kimi coo's softly against his neck. Honestly George should be embarrassed being comforted by a freshly presented omega, but there is something so heart warming about it. George loves his new teammate.

He feels much better about things after nesting with Kimi, testing day one doesn't exactly go badly, but it's obvious they are miles off the pace. George is about to go make his peace with Lewis when he sees it, Lewis looking awfully close with Charles, the omega has his head tucked inside Lewis' neck, while the alpha whispers something into his ear.

Instead of sneaking into the Ferrari hotel that night, he finds himself in the Williams hotel, knocking on Alex's door. The Thai Beta says nothing, just steps to one side and lets the omega into his room. "I just can't compete with him Lex, he's soft and pretty like a stereotypical omega, perfect even. And me, i'm lanky, skinny and i'm- i'm not very attractive am I." And Alex bless him, wraps his arms around George's neck and pulls him close. "You're perfect Georgie, you're so perfect." He spends the night crying in Alex's arms.

He doesn't bother going to find Lewis on day two of testing, but Lewis doesn't bother to find him either. That's why it comes as a complete surprise when finds Lewis waiting for him outside of Mercedes garage at the end of day three.

"Where were you? I missed you yesterday." There is so much George wants to say to him, but he's here now and he's actually made the effort to come and see George, so instead of causing another argument, he leaps into Lewis' arms, who effortlessly catches him and twirls him around. "You missed me too huh?" Toto is somewhere behind them. "Get a room, you two."

"I'm so sorry, George." Lewis throws George back on the bed, crowding George's body with his own. "Fuck, you're gorgeous and you're all mine, my omega." Lewis unzips George's race suit, raising an eyebrow when he finds nothing underneath, but he says nothing, just presses a hard kiss in the middle of George's chest. "I'm going to make you feel so good."

George feeling needy and desperate wraps his hand around Lewis' neck and pulls him close, smashing their lips together, while using his free hand to sneak into Lewis' shorts and wrapping his hand around his cock, pulling a strangulated gasp into George's mouth.

"Let's see how wet you are my needy little omega." Lewis pushes down George's race suit the rest of the way, and nudges two fingers against his hole and slowly sinks them inside. Lewis wastes no time, and finds his prostate instantly, in retaliation George starts to stroke him a little faster.

"Lew please, if you keep that up i'm going to cum, and I want you in me when I do cum." Lewis nibbles at George's mating gland, and presses harder into his prostate, causing George to cry out in pleasure. "You've cum more than once a million times, Georgie." But Lewis lets his fingers slip out all the same.

"Come on, ride me." Lewis roughly flips them over, George smiles down at his mate, well not quite, Lewis hasn't bitten him yet, but he's George's alpha all the same. "fuck i'm so lucky." George groans, taking Lewis cock and nudges the head of his cock against his entrance, and sinks down, his hole swallowing Lewis cock in one swift move, causing the both of them to cry out in pleasure.  

"I love it when you ride me, I get to see you take all of me." There's an obvious bulge in George's stomach, from the sheer size of Lewis' cock. "You always take me so well, perfect omega." Lewis grips George hips. and starts thrusting up into him, filling him with short, quick thrusts. Lewis pulls himself up right, nibbling George's scent gland as he helps George to glide up his cock, only to drop him down again.  

"Please Lew, please." George pants, turning his head to capture Lewis' lips in proper kiss, who in repose starts to fill George with harder and deeper thrusts with every move, slamming into George with such a force that he can only lean back and take it. George moans into Lewis mouth like a needy little Victorian age omega, like he was made for this and only this.

Lewis always has this way of making George think he's the one in control, like letting George ride him, but he never is, not really. Lewis gets a proper rhythm going, and finds George's prostate and slams into it with every thrust, leaving George a gasping, shaking mess. "Lew, Lew i'm cu-" George cuts off throwing his head back, his body shaking uncontrollably as he reaches the point of no return, screaming Lewis' name so loud, that there is no way Charles next door can't hear him, as he spills his load up all over his own body.

Lewis himself is close now, George can barely hold up his own head, he rests heavily on Lewis shoulder, who keeps pounding into him, thrusts becoming much more erratic as he reaches his own climax, whispering filth into George's ear as he paints his insides white.

"Come here baby, i've ruined you." George groans as Lewis slips out him, and very gently lays him down on his back. His neck tingles, from the lack of a bite, but at least he still has his alpha.

He doesn't get to see Lewis again until the race weekend in Australia, Lewis' first race weekend with Ferrari. George has a little surprise for Lewis, but he's not sure when to do it, if the texts are anything to go by he's been blowing hot and cold with George.

Free practice one and two aren't the best for Mercedes, but they are not all that much better for Ferrari either, he decides to do his surprise for Lewis tonight. He changes into the Ferrari red lingerie set and heads over to wait for Lewis.

He finds Lewis awfully close with Charles, a few other drivers are there too, so brushes it off. "Hey." Lewis looks him up and down. The others greet him warmly. "We were just saying." Charles gestures to Lewis. "How good does this gorgeous alpha look in Ferrari red." Lewis stares at Charles like he hung the moon, and that's all it takes for George to blow up, his omega instincts on high.

"That's my alpha stay away from him." George hisses, Charles looks hurt and confused. "I didn't mean anything by it, i'm sorry." Pierre steps in front of Charles, snarling at George. "Your Alpha? I don't see a bite on your neck." Lando giggles uncomfortably, Lewis laughs too and that's it. "I get it, I know where i'm not wanted." George snaps, storming off in a fit of rage, he doesn't even know where he's going until he collides with a hard body.

"George, Lo que está sucediendo?" Someone shakes him. "hablame amor, talk to me George, come on, i've got you." The omega inside of him settles, he' suddenly surrounded by the scent of Fernando, the Spanish omega pulls him close. "You're back now, shhh." George clings to him like his life depends on it. He tells Fernando everything, he regrets it instantly, Fernando has a one sided petty feud with Lewis, and will use anything to gain an advantage on him.  

Lewis looks confused when he opens the door to find Fernando waiting there. "You made your omega cry, you didn't even bother to go after him, he went into a drop, do you know how dangerous that could have been, and to flirt with other omega's in front of him." Fernando rants, not making all that much sense, but George is grateful for him all the same.

"He started on Charles first-" Lewis starts, Fernando hisses at him. "You defend your omega in public at all costs, then you talk about in private. Tan jodidamente estúpido Hamilton." Fernando seems reluctant to give him back to Lewis, until George whines. "I'm sorry Georgie, if he upsets you again come to me ok?" George nods, allowing Fernando to scent him before he leaves.

"Fernando, really George?" George whines again. "I didn't mean to, my omega took over and he found me." Lewis softens. "I'm sorry George, but there was no need to snap at Charles like that." Fuck this. "As long as Charles is ok, that's all that matters." George doesn't wait for Lewis to respond, he gets up and walks out of there.

He bumps into Kimi in hallway, the younger omega whines. "You're sad again." Kimi wrinkles his nose. "And you smell like Fernando, not Lewis,"       Kimi pulls George into his room. "I will make you feel better." George is too upset to protest. He's pulled into the same smelling nest as before.

Again, he should feel embarrassed that Kimi, who is practically a pup is taking care of him, but the younger omega being curled into him, scenting him just feels so right. They spend the night together in Kimi's nest and George feels so much better when he wakes up. "You smell happier, I don't like it when you are sad." Kimi whispers into his neck. "Thank you so much, pup." Kimi playfully growls. "Not a pup."

When George goes back to his own room to get changed, he feels ridiculous pulling off the lingerie set, why did he ever think that was a good idea. You're so fucking stupid Russell.

"I'm sorry if I upset you George, that was never my intention." Charles is hiding behind his red Ferrari cap outside of the Mercedes hospitality. He knows deep down Charles is not to blame, but everything has changed, everything hurts. "I'm sorry too Charles." Charles squeezes his shoulder before, walking away. "Do I need to fight him?" Kimi asks, walking past them. George chuckles, "no we're good."

George manages to put everything behind him and qualify fourth, which he's actually super happy with, he doesn't think he could have gotten anymore out of the car. A small sick part of him is just happy he out qualified both Ferrari's. "Go rub that in to your alpha." Toto laughs, hugging him as he leaves the track.

"I understand why you're upset, if Ollie was like that with Esteban I would be upset too." Kimi tells him as they leave the track, right behind Lewis and Charles looking awfully close again. "I just can't compete with an omega like that Kimi, he's perfect and i'm-" Kimi cuts him off with a growl. "You're perfect, and if Lewis doesn't see that, then he doesn't deserve you." George's heart swells with love for his younger teammate, and not for the first time.

The race goes much better than he expected, thanks to a mistake from Oscar, he gets on the podium. His best ever start to a formula one contest, and yet he has no one to celebrate with. He watches Kimi and Ollie leave hand in hand, both of them have so much to be proud of from their races. Alex leaves with Carlos. It's now George realises just how lonely he is. Lewis and Charles leave together. His alpha doesn't even bother to text him.  

"You need to sort yourself out George, this could bring on a nasty stress heat and you know how bad the last one was" Aleix scolds him, he can't help it he just bursts into tears. "Why doesn't he want me anymore? Well I know of course, i'm not as pretty as Charles." The Spanish beta frowns, pulling him into a hug. "He loves you George, try not to worry."    

Day one of the Chinese grand prix doesn't go well for Mercedes, but it goes amazing for Ferrari, Lewis gets pole position, his alpha. George nearly trips on his own feet when he sees Lewis waiting for him outside of Mercedes hospitality. "i'm sorry George, I can't seem to do anything right at the moment." Lewis pulls him in for a cuddle and scents his neck, and instantly everything that felt wrong in the world now feels right again. "Look, I can't celebrate with you tonight, but we can tomorrow if you like?" George nods, not wanting to pull away from Lewis' chest. "yes of course, whatever you want."

"You seem happier Georgie." Alex finds him. "Yeah, I think we've worked things out, how's you and Carlos?" A small blush creeps on Alex's cheek and makes its way down his neck. "Good, really good. I'm sad it didn't work out with Logan, but I feel more comfortable with another beta, I just couldn't help with Logan's omega urges." George pulls Alex in for a hug. "You deserve to be happy Lex, i'm so happy for you."

The next day goes as close to perfect as possible, Lewis wins the sprint race, his first ever sprint win and George qualifies second for the Grand prix, it's amazing how close to Oscar he is considering they set up for the race.

"Let's go back and celebrate." Lewis takes him by the hand. "We both have something to celebrate tonight baby." Lewis whispers into his ear and pulls him into his hotel room.

Lewis waits until the door softly closes behind them, before taking George's face into his hands and presses a gentle kiss on his forehead. "Fuck i'm sorry, George." George whines. "It's ok, you know how to make it up to me." Lewis chuckles, pulling away from his omega and pulls off his own shirt. "You mean like this." George nods dumbstruck, admiring Lewis' muscles, his perfect body, he can't wait to have it on top of him.

Lewis doesn't waste any more time and strips himself completely naked, only then does he turn his attention to George. He then pulls off George's shirt and shorts. He tugs at the waistband of George's boxers playfully then tugs them down in one swift move.  "How wet are you baby, think you need any lube?"

Lube? He's never needed lube, in fact he has to take a deep breath to calm himself down, he can already feel the sticky wetness of his slick running down the backs of this thighs. "Your fingers should be enough, Lew." Lewis smirks at him, pupils dilating with lust. "Get yourself comfortable on the bed, sweet omega."

George lays back on the bed, pulling his legs back over his shoulder, exposing his dripping wet hole to his alpha. "You are wet for me baby." Lewis kneels between George's spread legs and slowly eases a finger inside.

George whimpers, he doesn't need fingers, not really it's been so long he's had something inside of him, he already needs more. "I know baby, I know." Lewis quickly adds the second finger, and begins to scissor him open, George pants and moans underneath him in desperation he needs a lot more than this. "Lewis please."  

"Needy little omega, how dare I make him wait." Lewis laughs, wrapping George's long legs around his waist, and bumps the head of his cock against George's slickened entrance. He doesn't tease George any longer, and slowly sinks inside of him, reaching the hilt in a matter of seconds.

"Fuck." George groans, arching his back, finally getting what he needs, the omega inside of him, finally at ease. "Naughty boy, swearing don't let the FIA hear you." George is about to make a snarky come back, but at that moment Lewis starts to move, slowly thrusting in and out him, his lips gently teasing at George's mating gland. "Come on Lew, give me more." George pushes his hips up, trying to meet all of Lewis' painfully slowly thrusts.  

"Whatever you need my sweet little, slutty omega." Lewis grabs George's hips for leverage and speeds up his thrusts, snapping up his hips with a rough pace, but it's still not hard enough, George needs more. "Lewis come on." Lewis rolls his eyes, gripping George even harder and slams inside of him, making sure to hit George's prostate with every thrust. "Fuck finally." George throws his head back through the wave of pleasure, gripping tightly onto the bed sheets.

George is seeing stars much sooner than he'd like, he wants to savour the feeling of Lewis pounding inside of him, but it just feels too fucking good, he can't hold on any longer. George's body shudders as he cums, splattering his load all over himself in a messy puddle on his stomach. "Such a good omega, cumming for me. Good boy, such a good boy." George mewls, half delirious with sensitivity. "Alpha." He clamps down tightly around Lewis' cock.  

Lewis lets out a low growl, biting down on George's neck agonizingly close to his mating gland, where George wants him the most, he licks at the bite as he cums, filling up George with his load. Lewis pulls out instantly and pulls George into his arms.

"Are you ok, George?" Lewis gently brushes his sweaty off his face, it's such a soft gentle gesture, it's like having the old Lewis back again, maybe he never really left after all, and it's just George's over thinking brain. "Yeah, congratulations again." Lewis pulls him impossibly closer and gently presses a kiss to George's forehead, then his nose. "You do know how much I love you, yeah?" George nods, cupping Lewis' face and presses his lips against Lewis'. "I love you too, Lew."  

The race goes well for George, well he loses his p2, but he extracts the most from his car and still gets a podium for his efforts, the team is happy, even Toto is happy. Lewis on the other hand got disqualified from his race, even without the disqualification it wasn't the best race. He knows Lewis is going to need all his comfort tonight.

He finds Lewis, his hand wrapped around Charles' neck, his lips pressed against his ear. "I can't do this anymore Lewis, I know I can't compete with him, but you could at least have the decency to tell me you're breaking up with me." George bursts into tears, he looks ridiculous crying in the middle of the paddock, but he's hurt and confused.

Charles pulls away from Lewis looking absolutely mortified. "No Georgie, non. This is not what you think." The other omega pulls his hair in frustration and turns his attention to Lewis. "Just tell him Lewis, I know the situation sucks but you can make a bad day, a good one." Lewis is breaking up with him then.

"Georgie, sweet Georgie I didn't want to do it like this." Lewis walks over, taking George by the hands. "i'm sorry i've been such a dick to you these past couples of weeks, the only reason i've been spending so much time with Charles is because he's been helping me plan the perfect way to-" Lewis cuts off, his eyes switching to Charles who just nods at him. "Ask you to be my omega, I want to bite you George, claim you, make you mine, put my pups in you-" Charles lets out a horrified squeal. "Too much information."

"You want to mate me?" George gasps, voice raspy with emotion, tears are flowing freely down on his face. "I thought you didn't want me anymore." Lewis grunts, not expecting George to come flying at him, but he catches his weight and holds him close. "I didn't want to give anything away, but I ended up pushing you away. I never meant to hurt you, sweetheart." George clings tightly to his alpha. "My alpha, my alpha. I'm so happy." Charles claps excitedly. "I still can't believe you thought I would want him over my Pierre." Charles kisses them both, and quickly hurries off.

"Everything has been taken away from you baby, so I want you to decide. How do you want to do it? Do you want something special? Like a whole ceremony, or we could just plan special sex-" George doesn't let Lewis finish. "Can't we just do it now, why wait any longer? I just want you to be mine."

"Now? If that's what you want, I just think you deserve more than just a quick fuck." George laughs. "I don't care about any of that, I just want you to be my mate, officially."  

They decide to go back to George's room, it has his nest just in case he becomes overwhelmed after. George is sure he'll be fine, but Lewis insists. It's only when they get back, George remembers about the lingerie. "Wait here alpha, I have a surprise for you." George takes the bag and heads into the bathroom.

It's only when George is dressed in the lingerie, the self doubts start creeping back in. Lewis deserves better than this, he's too tall, too skinny, not soft enough to be an omega, he's stupid to think Lewis could ever really want him.

"George can I come in?" Lewis softly knocks on the door. "I can smell you through the door, are you having doubts?" Lewis doesn't knock again, just gently pushes open the door, his eyes turn almost fully black once he sees George in his underwear. "Fuck, fucking fuck." That really should have put George's mind at rest, but it doesn't tears pour out of George's eyes before he can do anything to stop them.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I know, I understand why you want Charles he's a beautiful soft omega, unlike me. I'm ugly and-" Lewis takes George by the hips and sits him on the sink, pressing their foreheads together. "Listen to me Georgie, I don't want Charles, so stop thinking that right now." George sobs, he can't keep eye contact, instead he stares at the tattoo's on Lewis' hands.  

"Look at me, you are the most beautiful omega and always will be, I am the lucky one to have you, you're the love of my life. I'm sorry I made you feel like that George, you're a perfect omega, I want you and only you." Lewis finishes by pressing a hard kiss onto George's soft lips.

"Lew, I'm sorry for ruining things I love you so much." George snuggles himself into Lewis big strong arms and whines softly. "You haven't ruined anything, come on. You look so fucking hot in this, I want to take it off with my teeth." Lewis growls, carrying George from the bathroom into the bedroom and throws him down on the bed. "You're fucking gorgeous."

Lewis breaks away from George to tear his own clothes off, and stalks his way over to the bed. "Fuck George, I think I want you to wear them when I fuck you." George licks his lips, letting his legs fall open. His cock pokes out of the side a little bit, but omega's cocks are small and the panties conceal most of him. Lewis is staring at him like he wants to eat him up.

"And you think, I didn't want you?" Lewis settles himself down between George's legs, watching the damp patch forming on the red underwear and spreading over the front of George's red panties. "i'm going to fucking devour you." George chuckles happily.

Lewis licks a stripe across the front of George's panties, letting his hand reach behind, and tease at his dripping wet hole. The material feels luxurious and expensive. It almost feels like a shame to ruin it, almost. George groans his hands coming to rest in Lewis' hair, as the alpha takes the covered head of George's cock into his mouth, lightly suckling on him.

"Ah, Lew. I need you inside of me. Please." Lewis ignores him and keeps sucking on the sensitive tip, while letting two fingers slip inside of George, his body accepts them so easily, he's so ready for this. George groans, he has no idea if he should buck up into Lewis' mouth or grind down onto his fingers. George is always so wet and open for his alpha, it's almost like his body has just moulded to the shape of Lewis. He never needs any prep, Lewis just enjoys teasing him.  

"This is torture Lew." George pulls at Lewis' hair, trying to get more from him, Lewis just keeps adding more fingers, a third, then soon a fourth. George half thinks he's going to stick his whole fist in there, when he finally lets his fingers slip out. "Tease." George pants feeling dizzy with pleasure. "I'm sorry baby."  Lewis says, but he doesn't seem sorry at all.

Lewis manoeuvres George's body, wrapping his legs around Lewis' waist, pushing George's panties to one side and presses the head of his cock against George's entrance. "Are you ready for me, sweet omega?" George nods. Lewis lightly pushes inside, then pulls back out again, smirking. The bastard. "Lewis, please."

"Whatever you say baby." Lewis holds George tightly and slams inside of with one swift move, George's body offers no resistance thanks to all the teasing and ungodly amount of slick George's body creates. It feels so fucking good to have his alpha buried inside of him.  

"I'm going to claim you, mate you George Russell, make you all mine." Lewis growls, pulling all the way out, only to slam back inside of him again. George groans in pure pleasure, his back arching as he takes a hand full of bed covers. Lewis doesn't tease anymore after that, he instantly picks up a fast, high tempo pace, giving George what he needs.

It feels so fucking good, George can only cling tightly to the bed sheets from the sheer force of the thrusts, he loves Lewis taking him like this, he wouldn't have it any other way. Lewis changes the angle ever so slightly, in a way which makes George see stars. "Such a good omega, Georgie." Lewis nibbles at George's neck, while slamming into his prostate with every thrust.

"Lew, i'm so close. Please." George blinks up his big blue eyes at Lewis, who understands. "You definitely, want this yeah?" Lewis runs his fingers through George's sweaty hair, pushing it away from his forehead. "More than anything, Lew."

Lewis places his teeth over George's mating gland, while using his hand to stroke George's cock, while making sure he still slams into his prostate with every thrust. It doesn't take long, George's reaches the height of his orgasm, at the same time Lewis bites down on his mating gland, George moans in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he cums into his panties. "Good boy, now you're all mine." Lewis pants, picking up the pace again.

"Need to bite you now." George pants, Lewis cages George's body in with his own, giving George full access to his neck. "I'll tell you when, okay baby?" Lewis thrusts into George with all his might, the sound of skin slapping against his echo's through the room. "Now, now." Lewis pants, George bites down and the taste of Lewis explodes in his mouth, sealing the bond. At that moment he feels the warmth of Lewis' cum filling up his hole.

Lewis pulls out, and pulls George against his chest. "My beautiful little mate, I still think we need to celebrate properly." George hums, not caring, he just happy Lewis is his, all his.

"Smile." Lewis takes a photo of them both and posts the photo to instgram. My new mate. Charles is the first to comment. Does the whole world need to know you fucked?

"Did the whole world need to know we fucked?" George chuckles, burying himself into Lewis' chest. "Yeah I think they did." Lewis laughs pulling George even closer. "my perfect little mate, I can't wait to spend forever with you."

"I love you too, Lew."        

[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

[abusivelittlebunny]

omg your tags on the strollonso pics/gifs from the f175 event have me in a tizzy,,, lance essentially losing all sense of agency bc fer takes to guiding him around - mainly for his own pleasure,,, fer parading around his trophy wife at galas with the sickest smile on his face,,, literally food for the soul

It's a god tier dynamic what the two of them have going on both of them being each other's trophy husband/trophy wife and sugardaddy/sugarbaby mutually obsessed with each other and you bet they're at least 45 mins late from every event because they gotta mess around in the backseat like the horny nasty mfs they are

[chipsyio]

Omega Lewis, casually deciding to wreck havoc in the paddock one day. Not in the foto: Fernando, promising murder to anyone who looks at him wrong

[strawberriesinmoominvalley]

Despite everything they have faced in the past, after Red Bull attacks Mercedes it seems inevitable the safehouse pack will be attacked too. With no other options, Lando and Oscar are sent undercover into Red Bull to find out the information needed to destroy them for once and for all. This comes with its own set of challenges: firstly, Oscar and Lando are hopelessly out of practice surviving an abusive pack, and secondly, Red Bull is watching them all closely.

Oscar doesn’t know how to survive Red Bull, least of all keep Lando safe throughout it all. Lando just wants to be able to live the life he thought was impossible for most of his life. Ollie wants to fight for once and keep everyone safe, even if that means going to extreme lengths to do so. George and Alex didn’t know how dangerous their rebellion could be. Max and Charles don’t know how to keep their pack from falling apart at the seams.

As time runs out, they have to scramble to make a plan that defeats Red Bull whilst keeping themselves alive. They’re a pack full of survivors but that does not guarantee they can survive this fight.

One thing is certain: hope never dies. Whether hope is enough to save them, however, remains to be seen.

[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!

[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.