#gaxgate

[iamred-iamyellow]

he’s gonna watch the world burn this week btw

[formula1fanfiction]

Max Verstappen / George Russell

Title: I did something bad, then why does it feel so good

Pairing: Max Verstappen / George Russell

Characters: Max Verstappen, George Russell, Pierre Gasly

Prompt: The GAX hate sex you all asked me for.

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Furious isn't the word, Max narrows his eyes watching George strut by without a care in the world. How dare he, ok even Max himself will admit that he went too far last week, he was all for letting bygones be bygones until that bitch had opened his stupid mouth. Calling him a bully, imagine having the audacity. Is it so wrong to want a bit of honesty between fellow drivers, it's not his fault George is a fake ass bitch.

He keeps watching a George steps into the gym, he knows it will be quiet at this time, so he quickly makes the decision to sprint after him. George is bending down in his stupid tiny shorts, taking something out of his gym bag, it would be too easy for Max to pounce on him.

So he does it, he runs at George at full pelt and knocks him onto the floor, he squeaks as his head hits the carpeted floor, the surface too soft to cause any damage to his head. "What are you doing? Get off me." George struggles, but he's at a disadvantage pressed to the ground by Max's weight.  

"You called me a bully." Max presses George's wrists to the carpet, but he manages to get a hand free and pushes Max's chest, it's so weak it's almost laughable. "You said you wanted to put me on fucking head, in the wall, if that's not bullying I don't know what it is." George tries to shove him again, but because of how Max is positioned he can't get any weight behind it.

"I didn't say it like that." Max aims a punch, it lands square in George's lip, making it bleed. George struggles even more, he's just not much of a fighter, bless him he's all long limbs and un coordinated movements.  "Look Max, you've proved your point, if you want to just let me go, I won't tell anyone." There are tears in George's eyes, but Max can't help but watch the small trickle of blood running down George's chin, he wants to lick it away, kiss the swollen lip and make it feel better. He shakes his head, no he can't let these thoughts run away with him.

He bats George's hands away and moves his hands down George's neck and squeezes, George's eyes bulge out of his head, he doesn't even try to fight it, which is confusing? Until he feels it, George is hard.  

"You're hard." Max announces, stopping his choking and just letting his hands rest on George's neck, a small blush creeps over his features, blue eyes shining with embarrassment. "You keep rubbing against my dick, what do you expect." There's no bite, he just looks incredibly embarrassed.

"Does getting beat up, turn you on Russell?" Max decides to take a risk, he leans down and presses his lips against George's he squeaks, it must hurt him, Max can taste the blood as he slides his tongue inside of George's mouth. George can't keep up with him, he just grips onto Max's hips and moans into his mouth.

"Are you going to fuck me, Max?" George pants when Max pulls away, his whole chin is red from smeared blood he's never looked more beautiful. "of course you're a bottom." Max mocks, pushing his hand into George's little shorts and wraps a hand around his dick. "You're nothing but a mouthy little bitch, all yap yap yap and no action, i'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't be able to sit in your car tomorrow."

"Please Max." George pants, his eyes closing from the action on his dick. George lifts his hips, helping Max to let his cock free. He's pretty big and thick. "It's almost a shame, you're big George, yet you'd rather be on your back like a whore, taking it up the arse."

"No, i-" George eyes roll back, as Max prods a finger against his entrance. "Don't worry princess, I wouldn't bottom for anyone. I'm not a bitch, unlike you." Max raises George's leg to expose his hole, it's cute and pink. Are you sure you want this? It's going to hurt, i'm not going on easy on you."

"Please." Max chuckles and shoves three fingers into George's mouth. "Get them nice and wet, we don't have any lube. George's eyes are wide, as he sucks, and licks around the digits in his mouth, when Max pulls them out a long line of saliva connects them together. There's blood on his fingers from the cut on George's lip, it turns him on more than should it.

Max spits on George's hole, to give him a little extra help, George moans in response. "Honestly George, have some shame." Max lets his first finger slide inside, he's tight as fuck, the spit does nothing in comparisons to lube but Max is able to wriggle it around and fuck him with it. George is very relaxed and opens up pretty easily, he's able to add a second and third in quick session.

"Come on Max, fuck me please." Max ignores him and sinks deeper inside of him, running his fingers over his prostate, George spasms below him. "Please, i'll cum on your fingers." Max presses down hard, George arches his back, a lone tear rolling down his cheek. "So easy George, you are not even a little bit ashamed." Max lets his fingers slide out, wiping the wetness on George's shirt.

"You started all of this, why would I be ashamed of getting what I want out of it?" Max lowers his own pants, letting his achingly hard cock escape it's prison. "You shouldn't have stabbed me in the back." Max wraps George's long legs around his waist and presses his cock against his hole. "Last chance to back out, because you won't be sitting comfortable during qualifying when i'm done with you." George smirks. "I bet I can still out qualify you, with a fucked out hole."

"We'll see about that." Max grips George's tiny waist and slams inside of him with one swift move, George cries out arching his back. He feels so warm, so tight, so perfect wrapped around him. "Fuck."

"You can move I-" George squeaks, it must have hurt him, Max doesn't bother to go easy on him, neither of them want that, he pulls all the way out, then slams back inside of with one swift thrust, opening him up that little bit more. The noise pulled from George's mouth is sinful, anyone else would be embarrassed.

"Is this how you got your friends at the FIA to give me a penalty? Spreading your legs like this?" Max snaps his hips forward picking up a rough deep pace, gaining speed and force with every thrust. "Fuck off Ma-" George whines, he's so lost in pleasure his eyes roll to the back of his head, he thinks George should at least be a little bit embarrassed but it feels great to have control of someone like this.

Max fucks into him with a blistering speed, holding him so tightly bruises are already forming on his pale skin, he's going to have a hard time explaining these bruises, the split lip, it makes Max want to mark him up even more, so he wraps his hands around George's neck and squeezes down extra hard. George swallows, the noises he makes get cut off.  

"You know, if you spent less time on your back, you might not make so many mistakes." George sucks in a deep breath, once Max lets go. "That doesn't even make sense." Max shuts him up, by angling his thrusts onto George's prostate, he jerks in pleasure, leaking a puddle of pre cum onto his abs from where his shirt is pushed up.

"Please, I need to cum." George wraps a hand around his own leaking cock, sighing in relief as Max slams into his prostate with every brutal thrust into his body. Max lets him touch himself for a few seconds, then roughly slaps his hand away. "I bet a slut like you, can cum from a cock alone". George whines in disappointment but he nods. Max wraps his hand around his neck, and speeds up his thrusts, repeatedly slamming into his prostate, there's no way he can hold on. George cums hard, no sound escapes his mouth as he spurts his load all over himself, his mouth falls open as he struggles to take a breath, only then does Max let go of his neck. The purple bruises on George's neck make him smile in delight. "So easy."

"Is that all Max? Shame I thought you had more in you than that." Oh he wants more does he? "How can one be so cocky after cumming untouched, but if that's how you want it." Max pushes George's body against the floor, pinning him down by his shoulders and pounds into him with all his might.

The sounds coming out of George's mouth are orgasmic, as his pale skin rubs against the carpet, burning his skin. His teeth are sunk into his already sore lip. "Fuck, you look good like this, you should give up your career and become a full time whore." George moans, throwing his head back and comes again, untouched moaning loudly adding to the mess already on his body.

"Fuck." Max himself is close now, he squeezes down on George's shoulders as he reaches his limits and fills George up with his cum. Max lets his breathing calm down, before letting his cock slip out of George's abused hole. He kisses the middle of George's forehead, he doesn't know why he does it, but it makes him feel better, looking at the state George's in.

"Fuck, how am I going to explain this?" George pouts looking at his neck in the mirror, honestly that's the least of his problems. He's got a swollen lip, bruises on his neck, bruises on his hips and carpet burns on his back and he's walking with an unmistakeable limp. "Just tell everyone you offered yourself to the FIA, I bet no one would be shocked." George presses down on a bruise and winces. "Fuck off."  

"Uhm boys, I hope this is your way of making up, but next time can you make the fucking less pubic." Pierre laughs but he looks somewhat uncomfortable, George looks absolutely mortified, as he scrambles back into his tiny shorts. "Sorry about that, Pierre." He gives Pierre a fist bump, then limps out of the gym in the most ungraceful way possible." Max laughs, he's feeling pretty good about himself right now.

"What the fuck did you do to him?" Max smirks, seeing the dried cum on the backs of George's thighs as he exits the gym. "Like you said, it's just our way of making up, I guess i'll be inviting him to play paddle again, after all." Pierre shakes his head. "There is no way he is sitting comfortably in the car tomorrow."

Max smirks at Pierre. "And that my friend, is how you take out an opponent before qualifying." Max claps Pierre on the shoulder and leaves the gym, a smug smile on his face. Everything is coming up Verstappen.   

[maaxverstappen]

the way i don’t believe a word of what george says but the way I’m still eating it up

[mistressemmedi]

I had to write audio description scripts and thank fuck I work from home because I would write a description and then check to see if George had said more. I can't focus on upcoming TV shows when the F1 drama is far more entertaining!

Turned off my camera for the meeting so my coworkers could not see me checking my phone every 5 seconds for the next instalment of Gaxgate