#winner's room

[tojisun]

eyes twitching because thinking about a different type of hockey au: ghostgaz winner's room-

simon's team lost and as the winners, and the rookie mvp, garrick was given the chance to step up and choose who he wants. he chooses alternate captain simon riley, his long-time crush. the word feels juvenile on his tongue but there is no better explanation to the feeling - he'd always dreamt of playing with riley and to be able to play against him and win is a euphoric feeling overall.

so he says riley's name, ignoring the way his ears buzz with feverish warmth at the wolf-whistles and hoots that his team let out at his choice. price even claps his back, says, "be careful, son, that you don't bite off more than you can chew."

and kyle promised that he tried - hell, he almost called for mactavish, the other rookie of this season - but kyle's winning shot was against riley. against the behemoth of the league. so he thinks he earned this, and he wants riley more than anyone.

.

simon forces himself to relax because he knows what happens at the winner's room - hell, he'd had his fair share throughout his career - but there's something damning about a rookie calling for him. about the little imp who was able to steal the puck from his stick and send it past keller's defense. about his name being called for the taking.

he sits in the sterilized room, trying to ignore the count down of time until garrick would finally claim him, but anticipation courses through his veins. because garrick is a pretty man. he'd even made headlines, after all. and now, simon's about to have a piece of him.

the door opens, almost ringing loudly in the startling silence, and simon looks up, waiting, only-

his breath leaves him in one swoop. because it's one thing to know that kyle is pretty, but it's another thing to see it this close. he clenches his jaw, tongue running along his molars.

his desires bloat.

he might actually enjoy this loss, after all.

[muldj0rd]

Brazil, '00 || Makkinen

Summary: “Talked with that Jenson kid today” Michael hummed, leaning over Mika’s body, kissing up the back of his neck “He’s pretty” Mika only hummed “And good”

“It’s late” Mika groaned as Michael turned his body over so he was lying on his back.

“Sorry” Michael apologised, kissing Mika’s throat softly “Debrief and then a team dinner” He explained shortly “You okay?”

Warnings: Anal, anal fingering, top!michael, bottom!Mika, Michael says it’s not pity sex but it very obviously is

Masterlist || AO3 || Winner's Room Masterlist

Michael got to Mika’s hotel room before he even went to his own. 2 races, 2 DNFs. Of course, from the racing eyes, Michael was glad that Mika didn’t score any points, but from the eyes of a friend, Michael felt bad.

It wasn’t Mika’s fault, but Michael knew he’d blame himself.

It was late when Michael got to Mika’s room, so the Fin was pretty much asleep already, but it didn’t stop Michael.

“Talked with that Jenson kid today” Michael hummed, leaning over Mika’s body, kissing up the back of his neck “He’s pretty” Mika only hummed “And good”

“It’s late” Mika groaned as Michael turned his body over so he was lying on his back.

“Sorry” Michael apologised, kissing Mika’s throat softly “Debrief and then a team dinner” He explained shortly “You okay?”

“That’s how racing is, Michael. Not your fault” Mika said, his body more awake now.

“Neither is it yours” Michael sighed, lying beside Mika on his side.

“I was in the car, of course, it was my fault,” Mika said, barely making Michael features out in the dark room.

Michael sighed, reaching out to pull Mika closer, their lips touching softly “I don’t need your pity”

“No pity, but I did win, and I’d rather fuck you than any other guy on the grid” Michael explained with a soft smile.

“Yeah? Not Jenson who you actually think is rather pretty?” Michael groaned softly.

“You sound obsessed with him” Michael teased before going back to kissing Mika.

“Am not” Mika mumbled into Michael’s mouth, feeling the German’s hand on his waist, drawing him in closer.

“Am” Michael chuckled as Mika moved both their bodies to straddle Michael, almost not breaking the kiss.

“Shut up” Mika mumbled against Michael’s lips before he leaned back, took off his shirt, and immediately returned to kissing Michael.

“You wanna do it like this, hm?” Michael teased, his hands tight on Mika’s hips as the blond started moving his hips against Michael’s.

“Just shut up and fuck me” Mika panted, his hands trying to get Michael’s shirt off even though he was still lying down.

“You talk to your wife like that?” Michael teased, sitting up slightly so he could get his shirt off.

Mika groaned, his hand yanking back Michael's head by his hair, littering his neck with various marks.

Michael turned them around, pushing himself away from Mika “I’m gonna kill you when Corinna kicks me out”

“I’m looking forward to it” Mika teased, biting his bottom lip softly which was quickly replaced by a gasp when Michael almost forced Mika’s sweats and boxers down his legs.

“Could be a little more gentle” Mika mumbled as he reached into the bedside drawer and got the bottle of lube.

“Sure you don’t like it rough?” Michael chuckled softly, taking the bottle from Mika, and slowly warming the lube up between his fingers.

“Don’t care how it is-” Mika whimpered high-pitched as Michael slowly pushed his finger into him.

Michael simply chuckled softly, moving his finger in a torturing slow pace, making Mika whine out of desperation.

Mika moaned softly when Michael pushed in a second finger, letting the other adjust before he slowly started moving his fingers again.

Michael thought that, no matter how often they would do this, he would never get tired of hearing Mika’s sounds.

He’d have them imprinted in his brain if he could, have them permanently- he always wanted to listen to Mika when he was like this.

“Michael” Mika gasped softly as Michael curled his fingers to hit Mika’s prostate “P-please… Need you”

Michael chuckled, loving how desperate Mika both sounded and looked.

Mika groaned as he saw Michael smirking slightly “Shut up” He mumbled, punishing Michael’s chest softly as he pulled his fingers out, leaving the Fin feeling empty.

Michael wiped his fingers clean on the inside of Mika’s thigh before he started getting rid of his clothes.

As Michael had pushed all the way into Mika, the latter swung his arms around the German’s shoulders, his nails digging into his back as he slowly got adjusted.

Mika gave the go for Michael to move, and he did not waste it. He started by moving slowly and softly at first before he found a quicker and rougher pace, the loud smacking of their skin and their mixed moans filling the dark room.

Michael leaned back, lifting up Mika’s hips slightly- just enough so he was hitting that perfect spot over and over again, making Mika moan louder, his nails digging into Michael’s biceps.

The feeling of Mika clenching down around Michael was almost too much for him- almost making him come, but he forced himself to hold back, desperate to make Mika come first.

He wrapped one of his hands around Mika’s cock, stroking him to the same pace as his hips, quickly making him come without a warning.

Michael was relieved when Mika came, letting himself come as well, holding his hips firmly against Mika’s, coming deep inside the Fin, making him whimper slightly.

–

“If you get kicked out, you’re always welcome in my house” Mika mumbled, his fingers tracing patterns on Michael’s chest

“Yeah? Erja wouldn’t mind that?” Michael asked softly, his hand playing with Mika’s shower-damp hair where he lay on his shoulder

“No” Mika hummed, turning his head to look up at Michael “She likes you”

“Oh, she does now?” Michael chuckled softly “Also if she found out I’m fucking her husband?”

Mika chuckled softly as well “Yeah, probably don’t mention that”

[lagerloutfic]

go ahead and try a little crazy on me | 4K | E | Leon Draisaitl/Artūrs Šilovs | Winner's Room

Leon huffs out a laugh before he can help himself. Goddamn, this fucking goalie is cute. He doesn’t know if he’s trying to be cute but he is.

Anyone else in their feelings about the Nucks goalie? Yeah.

Read on ao3.

[105gridpenalty]

“They’re reinstating the Winner’s Room for the rest of the season?”

Max slowly repeats his team principal’s words.

“I’m not allowed to swear, but they want me to fuck the winners of the remaining races.”

[chandelier-s-notebook]

Day Thirteen @zazuprompts September 2024: Huge — — —

To Be On Top

1.5k, Lestappen, Rating: E (it's PWP)

Max is playing FIFA when Charles is finally able to make his way to the Winner’s Room. “Really?” OR: After a long evening of getting praised by literally everybody who's ever known him, and the entire population of Monaco, Charles finally makes it back to the Winner's Room for his prize.

[speciallivery]

Become the champion

Lando Norris/Daniel Ricciardo 3.5K words

Post Singapore 2024, Winner's room, Hate sex, Max is haunting the narrative.

He’s tired and he’s over it. He’s had the whole media circus today and he had to bite his tongue the entire time. He’s got better things to do than to give into Lando Norris’ weird power trip. Daniel knows he shouldn’t be bothered, and he isn’t, not really.

He has made his mind up: This ends right here, before it can even start.

“You’re pathetic.” Daniel scoffs, as he takes off his shoes.

Lando does a double take as the grin disappears off his face. There’s clearly an error message popping up in his mind as Daniel refuses to play along. Something that probably hasn’t happened to Lando before.

“No, you.” He says, but it comes out more like a question. Exactly; pathetic

Or: Winner's Room post Singapore. Lando wants to make Daniel pay for stealing the fastest lap but Daniel is about to take out his own frustrations on Lando and teach him a lesson about what it takes to be a champion

Read on A03 (archive locked)

Singapore happened and I got hit by the ghost of extremely toxic winner's room shenanigans. I'm not much of a Landaniel (?) Dando (?) shipper but I saw a change for mutual spite and took it :)

[elementaldoughnut12]

"Denim Treasure"

*contains sexual acts and crying plus this is my first winner's room fic so be nice!*

*what should've happened after Full Gear*

Doughnut Team: @afterdarkprincess @thlayli-ra

Orange just sighs as he sees the room number and opens the door. He goes inside and sees a collection of different kinds of condoms and lubes on the bathroom counter which means that the production team were here to set everything up. “They only bring out the best stuff for the loser of a title match” Orange says sadly as he places his suitcase on the bed.

He opens it up and pulls out a pair of black knee-high pantyhose, black heels with straps and a strapless one-piece denim lingerie with a big buckle on the front. “I was saving this for our upcoming fifteenth wedding anniversary but whatever might as well just use it now” Orange says with a sigh as he takes off his clothes and puts on the outfit. Once he puts on his outfit, he walks over to the vanity in the corner and sits on the stool.

He pulls out some blue eyeshadow, black mascara and ruby red lipstick from his makeup bag. He puts his makeup on with such precision and grace just like he always did when he and his husband went out on dates or just to sneak off to a hotel room. After he finishes he looks in the mirror and he looks beautiful but just for the wrong reason.

He never liked the idea of a winner's room because it felt wrong to him. He never indulged in them either because he was married and would never wanna break the vows he made to his husband. Unfortunately, thanks to the wonderful EVPs, Orange is forced to do a winner's room and film it or he's fired. He believes that an intimate moment between two people is to be shared just between them, not shared around the locker room like a porno.

It stings but the biggest upset about this is that this just proves he'll never be as good enough as Mox, he'll always wind up short, he'll always be known as a loser. With all these thoughts wriggling around in his head it makes Orange start to cry. He can feel his mascara running down his face but he doesn't even care at this point. He didn't even notice Mox coming into the room. “Orange?” Mox asks, catching Orange's attention.

“Jon! How long have you been there?” Orange asks as he turns around to face him. “I just got in… are you crying?” Mox asks worryingly as he sets the camera on the dresser. “I wasn't crying there was just something in my eyes” Orange lies as he tries to wipe away his tears. “You always were a bad liar fruitcake” Mox says, causing Orange to sigh. “I just hate that we're being forced to do this” Orange says sadly.

“You know we don't have to film it right? We could just film the aftermath of it” Mox offers gently, causing Orange to shake his head. “I don't wanna get fired! I don't wanna prove everyone right that I'm just a loser that'll never be as good enough as you! So let's just get this over with so I can go to sleep!” Orange yells as tears stream down his cheeks again. He gasps in shock when Mox picks him up and sets him on his lap on the bed.

“James, look at me right fucking now” Mox says seriously, making Orange look at him. “You're not a loser so don't even fucking say that about yourself. Did I marry you fifteen years ago cause you were a good wrestler? No, I married you because you are the sweetest and most extraordinary person I ever fell in love with. So what if you didn't win? You still took me to my fucking limit and proved that you're on my level or even fucking better! So I suggest you stop spewing bullshit or I'm gonna pound your tight ass into this mattress” Mox says truthfully, causing Orange to blush.

“You always talk so passionately when I feel down” Orange says with a quiet laugh. “Well, you always tell me not to talk shit about myself so I thought I'd return the favor” Mox says as he presses their foreheads together. “I don't deserve you sometimes Jon ” Orange says truthfully. “Fruitcake, I should be saying that instead of you. Now, you wanna film this and get it over with or you wanna film it and pretend it was our wedding night all over again?” Mox says with a smirk, causing Orange to blush even more.

“Rather you fuck me like you love me if you don't mind” Orange says with a giggle. “I always love you sweetheart now can you set the camera up? I still don't know shit about technology” Mox says as he kisses Orange's cheek. Orange hops off his husband's lap to turn on the camera and sets it in a corner of the room. “Oh crap I forgot my makeup is ruined!” Orange says worryingly as he tries to wipe it off. He hears his husband laugh behind him as he then feels a hot wet tongue against his face.

“J-Jon?!?” Orange says in shock as Mox continues licking the mascara tracks off his cheeks. When he finishes licking the mascara off, Mox starts nibbling on Orange's neck, causing Orange to moan and get slightly hard in his lingerie. He can feel Mox's hands drifting down his front and cupping his growing erection. Mox takes his hands off Orange, causing him to whine. “Let's get this party started” he says with a smirk as he gently pushes Orange onto the bed.

“Haven't seen this cute little number before” Mox says as he gently traces the buckle on Orange's lingerie. “I was saving it for our fifteenth wedding anniversary” Orange says with a blush. “You always look beautiful in denim” Mox says affectionately as he gets on his knees in front of Orange. He gently takes Orange's heels off and starts kissing up Orange's leg. Orange feels himself tear up at his husband, who's basically worshipping him as Mox slowly takes off his pantyhose and repeats the same actions to his other leg.

Orange feels tears slowly stream down his face again as Mox sets his head on Orange's bare thighs and smiles up at him. “Hi” Mox says sweetly as he lightly traces circles on Orange's thigh. “Hi” Orange says with a quiet laugh as he cups Mox's face in his hands. “I'm ready to do this whenever you are babe” Mox says as he leans into Orange's touch. “Make me feel special, please?” Orange asks hopefully.

“You're lucky that's my specialty sweetheart” Mox says with a wink as he gets up off the floor and takes off his shirt. “Jesus fuck” Orange says while blushing profusely, causing his husband to laugh. “You always get like this when I take my shirt off fruitcake” Mox says as he takes his pants off as well. “Sometimes I forget I'm married to a fucking bear” Orange says truthfully as Mox leans in. “I would've never suspected you being into fuzzballs but guess it worked out didn't it?” Mox asks as he gives Orange a quick kiss and walks to the bathroom.

“I remember when your beard started growing in and I rode you every night for a week straight” Orange says as he presses his hand down on his aching cock. He hears Mox let out a quiet groan as he comes back with a bottle of lube. “Turn around before I blow my load from just looking at you” Mox says as Orange turns around. Mox pulls the zipper down from Orange's lingerie and helps him take it off, revealing his husband's soft pale skin.

“God, you look good enough to fucking eat” Mox says seductively as Orange turns back around. “Dammit Jon, don't say stuff like that” Orange says with a whine as he lays on his back and slowly spreads his legs, showing his cute little hole. “Can't blame me for having a hot wife” Mox says as he coats his fingers with lube. He leans over and kisses Orange as he presses two of his fingers into Orange's hole. Orange whines and grabs onto Mox's shoulders as he feels his hole being stretched out.

“Jon, I don't think I can…” Orange tries to say but lets out a loud moan as Mox brushes against his prostate. “You make such pretty noises fruitcake” Mox growls in Orange's ear as he scissors his fingers inside of Orange's hole. Mox continues fingering Orange until his husband is a blushing, teary eyed mess and removes his fingers. “Are you ready for me to rock your world?” Mox says as he takes off his boxers, revealing his hard dick. “Fuck Jon please! Make me feel special!” Orange pleads through tears.

“Whatever my fruitcake wants” Mox says sweetly as he slicks up his cock and slowly enters Orange all the way to the hilt. “Oh my god” Orange moans as he feels himself get stretched out even more. “Take a deep breath babe, we got all the time in the world” Mox says sweetly as he kisses Orange's cheek. Orange always feels loved anytime Mox is gentle with him. “OK, you can start moving” Orange says as Mox starts to slowly thrust into him.

“How the fuck are you still tight after fifteen years of me railing your twink ass?” Mox asks, causing Orange to laugh. “I don't think I qualify as a twink anymore” Orange says as Mox hits against his prostate again, causing him to moan. “You still moan like one” Mox says as he starts thrusting a bit faster. “You still fuck like you got whiskey dick” Orange says with a giggle, causing Mox to glare at him. “I'll show you who fucking has whiskey dick” Mox says under his breath as he starts pounding into Orange.

Orange's mind instantly turned to putty when Mox was beating on his prostate like a drum. “You love to get under my skin just so you could get railed like a bitch in heat don't you?” Mox says and receives whimpers in response. Orange closes his eyes and covers his mouth so he doesn't get too loud. “Oh no you don't! I wanna hear those pretty noises” Mox says as he uses one hand to pin Orange's arms above his head. Orange opens his eyes and sees his husband grinning like a kid who just snuck a cookie out the jar.

Seeing that manic intensity in Mox's eyes seems to really turn Orange on apparently as he feels that familiar warmth in his belly. “Jon…” Orange whimpers as he feels like his aching, dripping cock is gonna explode like a party popper. “Time for the main event” Mox says with devilish glee as starts pounding into Orange even harder and kisses him. Those thrusts were too much for Orange as he grabs onto Mox's shoulders again and feels his eyes roll back into his head as he cums all over their stomachs.

He feels Mox paints his insides a few seconds later which always feels nice to Orange. He feels Mox's hand brush against his cheek as he opens his eyes again to see his husband smiling at him. “You ok fruitcake? I didn't rail you too hard did I?” Mox asks sweetly, making Orange blush. “No, it was fucking awesome” Orange says with a giggle. “I forgot you get giggly after being fucked fruitcake” Mox says as he gently pulls out and walks over to the camera.

“How the fuck do I turn this shit off?” Mox asks confusingly as he looks around the camera. “You hit the pause button then hit the power button” Orange explains as he gets some tissues to wipe his stomach. “Hope the EVCucks enjoy the moment cause they ain't getting another one” Mox says as he hits the correct buttons on the camera and lays back down with Orange. Orange then wipes the cum off Mox's stomach and lays on his husband's chest.

“Thanks for making me feel special tonight Jon” Orange says sweetly as he traces circles on Mox's arm. “Sweetheart I'll gladly do this every fucking day if it made you happy because I love you” Mox says, making Orange giggle. “Are you just saying that so I'll join the Death Riders?” Orange asks curiously, causing Mox to laugh. “Nope, but that would be nice considering you look beautiful in black” Mox says as he wraps his arms around Orange.

“I'll think about it… love you Jon” Orange says as he feels sleep overcome him. “Love you too my denim treasure” Mox says quietly as he gives Orange a quick kiss and turns the light off, going to sleep as well. It's ok if Orange loses cause his husband makes him feel like a winner every night.

[darkangel0410]

i know the knights would have picked leon for winner’s room bc humiliating a man who’s clearly not a bottom would definitely get the knights going… i do imagine there would be clauses exempting/protecting leadership though

so i feel that stone would choose yamo because he seemed to get on the guy’s nerves several times during the series - re: the scrum with him, stone, and stephenson in game 3 that ended with yamo's helmet being knocked off and stephenson yanking him away from stone by the back of his jersey... i also feel like yamo would (unexpectedly for the knights) enjoy it - he has hella bottom energy and is very vocal, something that i believe the knights would find entertaining. i’m not saying i think he’s a slut but i’m also not saying i don’t think he’s one…? also yamo and leon are very close and leon is very protective of him, so this could be their way of 'getting back at' leon for not shaking pietrangelo's hand in the lineup?

'Yamo' seems to be Kailer Yamamoto, some small-ass guy who seems to think he's tougher than he is? ('Leon' is Leon Draisaitl but I'm sure you gathered that.)

Mark and Chandler (and others too if you wanted!) absolutely wrecking him [several times over] and watching as Mr. Tough Guy comes apart in their grasp despite goading them beforehand and trying to antagonize them even as he's being fucked? There's just something about two (or more) big guys on one little mouthy guy that's incredibly hot.

would a winner's room prompt be something you were comfortable writing?

ETA:

I have written Winner's Room fic before, so yes! I'd be comfortable writing it again some day

Oh, man, yes, there's so many interesting possiblities for a Knights/Oilers Winner's Room!!!! Like I'd go for the McEichel angle personally, but that's my OTP bias talking probably

Yamo is a really interesting choice - idk much about him but I love two big guys and a smaller one 👀👀👀 I'd probably go Petro and Stone, tho, and I love the idea of Yamo being really into it

Hmmmm, you've given me lots to think about, anon, thank you!

[kairos44]

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Is that the winner's room we hear so much about? Never pictured it with a view but nice! Much to consider for the next fic 😂

[muldj0rd]

Australia, '00 || Makkinen

Summary: It wasn’t a thing. ’Winner’s room’ was something Michael had drunkenly suggested as a joke last year while everyone was out celebrating the end of the season.

Warnings: Anal, anal fingering, top!Michael, bottom!Mika, cheating

A/N: I found out what 'Winner's Room' was from @hotmandrivefast and it's been on my mind ever since. It's where I got this idea from, and I can't let it go

Masterlist || AO3 || Winner's Room Masterlist

It wasn’t a thing. ’Winner’s room’ was something Michael had drunkenly suggested as a joke last year while everyone was out celebrating the end of the season.

The drivers had looked at him confused, either because he was talking slurred because of the alcohol and didn’t understand him, or they didn’t understand what he was suggesting.

’The winner gets to fuck whoever they want on the grid’ He explained with a shrug like it was something he suggested every day.

–

It’s always been like this: one goes to the other’s hotel room after a race, even if the hotels are on two different ends of the city. It’s always been like that, ever since they were rookies.

They didn’t do much besides talk or whatnot until late and had to return to the hotel, but it was comforting, especially if one of them had had a bad race.

As stated, ‘winner’s room’ wasn’t a thing, and Michael had no intention of following it, but when Mika had gone back to the room after being in the bathroom, and had been so annoying to ask ’Who you gonna fuck?’ it had set something off in Michael.

“Um, I don’t know” Michael hummed, shrugging softly.

Mika looked surprised at him, shocked he would actually go through with it “You’re actually doing it?” Michael shrugged softly again “What about that new kid? Fuck is his name? Jenson?”

“Jenson?” Michael asked, hoping Mika would be joking

“Yeah” Mika shrugged softly “He’s pretty”

“Yes, pretty young” Michael laughed softly.

Mika smirked slightly “Hasn’t stopped you before”

Michael rolled his eyes, shaking his head slightly “I would just scare him off. Imagine you’re asked to get fucked after your first race” He said

“Or, you’d make him desperate enough to stay, maybe even win” Mika teased “Besides, he retired in his first ever Formula One race, he might need some cheering up”

“God, you’re annoying” Michael laughed, drawing a short chuckle out of Mika.

There was silence in the hotel room- almost deafening.

Michael sighed softly before he turned his head back towards Mika “Would you want to-“

“God, yes” Mika interrupted, already in Michael’s lap, kissing him messily, his hands in the German’s hair.

Michael’s hands were immediately on Mika, on his waist, thighs, hips, anywhere he could reach, his hands were

Mika kissed down Michael’s neck, his hands going to his belt, unbuckling it “Little impatient, no?” Michael chuckled

“Shut up” Mika chuckled, abandoning Michael’s belt to pull the German’s shirt off instead.

He started kissing down to Michael’s collarbone, Michael’s hands neatly settled on the back of Mika’s thighs “Funny how I won, but you’re having all the pleasure”

“You not enjoying this?” Mika questioned confused as he leaned back

“Did not say that. You just seem to enjoy it more” Michael chuckled softly with a slight smile.

“I retired in the first race of the season. Let me have some fun” Mika mumbled, leaning down to mouth at Michael’s collarbone again, leaving wet trails behind.

“Tell me you got lube with you,” Michael said, pulling Mika's shirt over his head and throwing it to the floor.

Mika hummed, nodding softly before he got up and walked over to his suitcase. Mika yelped softly when Michael pulled him back onto the bed, pushing him onto his back on the bed.

Michael kissed open-mouthed down Mika’s body, feeling him squirm under his touch, small whimpers leaving his lips.

Michael quickly got rid of Mika’s pants and boxers, throwing them into the growing pile of clothes.

“Michael” Mika whimpered, almost forcing the bottle of lube into Michael’s hand.

The blond leaned back with a slight chuckle, pouring some lube onto his fingers, warming it up, spreading Mika’s legs further with the other hand, the Fin obeying immediately.

The whine that Mika let out as Michael circled his fingers around his hole was amusing to the German, a small, proud smirk appearing on his lips.

Mika gripped the bed sheets under him tightly, his eyes closed and head thrown back, his back arching slightly as Michael slowly pushed one of his fingers into him.

Michael quickly had Mika a moaning, whining mess under him, his fingers grazing Mika’s prostate with every feel thrust of his fingers.

Mika let out a pathetic whimper as Michael pulled his fingers out, now shining with lube which he dried off onto Mika’s pale thigh, the stickiness mixing with the the thing layer of sweat that had already appeared on Mika’s skin.

Michael leaned back, an amused smirk on his lips as he watched Mika’s cheat rise and fall heavily, his hands working on getting his jeans and boxers down his legs so that they now both were completely naked.

Michael bent Mika’s legs again with one hand, the other working on getting himself lubed up, making sure to pour enough to not hurt Mika in any way.

He leaned over Mika’s body who had now open eyes, looking up at the younger man. Michael slowly pushed into Mika, watching the Fin’s face for any discomfort.

“What wouldn’t your wife think if she finds out” Michael groaned softly, slowly and softly starting to move his hips.

Mika moaned softly before he spoke, his voice husky “What about your own?” His eyes were closed, his hands softly holding onto Michael’s biceps.

“We’re not talking about my wife” Michael said, his hips snapping slightly faster and harder against Mika’s, making them both moan softly.

Michael lifted Mika’s hips slightly from the bed, making it easier to hit his prostate, which he quickly did, and continued to do with every thrust, Mika moaned loudly because of it, his arms swung around the German’s neck, trying to pull him closer.

It didn’t take longer for Mika to start begging to come- begging Michael to touch him, every once in a while letting a Finnish curse slip past him, Michael’s name being moaned a few times as well until Michael gave in, wrapping his hand around Mika’s cock.

Mika moaned louder- if that was even possible at this point. Michael groaned as Mika came, his name rolling off his tongue, his walls clenching down around Michael.

Michael slowed down, now purposefully avoiding Mika’s prostate, his hand letting go of his cock. A few thrusts later and some overstimulated whimpers from Mika, Michael came, pressing his hips up against Mika.

“We should… Make it a thing” Michael groaned softly, slowly pulling out of Mika.

Mika panted heavily, his mind too fogged up to even think proper “What?” He asked confused, his arm coveringhis face.

Michael chuckled softly, finding a wash cloth in the bathroom, cleaning them both up “Winner’s room, dumbass” He said, placing a soft kiss to Mika’s bent knee.

“Oh, yeah. We should” He nodded, in no state to disagree.

Michael smirked slightly, proud of his work “I’ll ask you again tomorrow” Michael said as he helped Mika into some clean clothes before getting into his own again.

[skyefeys]

yeah i am NEVER calling him that.

[more-mara]

So like…Maxcar?

They fucked, obviously. But it was different this time- weirdly intimate. They usually fucked with Oscar face down in the sheets, his hands sprawled in the white fabric as Max fucked him from behind. But this time Max had insisted he wanted to see Oscar’s face, to watch his reaction as Max fucked him.

It was intimate and a little intimidating.

But Oscar wanted it more than he ever had before. Abu Dhabi was a shit show for him, desperate to grab the win from p2 so that he could invite Max to the winners room.

To see if Max would fuck him whatever way he requested.

To see if Max would tell him how good he was. How brilliantly he drove. How perfect he was.

[carlandoscars]

EXCUSE ME?! (aka Carlando causing carnage in the press conference) 👀

[muldj0rd]

What’s next on the list?

I’m not actually quite sure yet. Either the next Winner’s Room chap, an angsty Brocedes or Kimi/Valtteri

[bang-bang-gang]

ok main event time and i just gotta say. bottom vs bottom match. sorry

[scuderiastri]

I’m not sure why this made me think of winners room au with Lewis, Charles and Oscar but yet here we are

• I can just imagine, Ferrari getting a 1-2 and it’s their first of the season so obviously it’s all glitz and glamour and everyone associated with Ferrari is SO happy

• per the F1 mandated rules a Teams 1-2 means the drivers can either use each other OR they can choose a threesome

• so obviously Charles and Lewis are expected to only go with each other but cmon these two have explored each others body plentiful during winter break already

• yet the logistics of this are a bit difficult, Lewis doesn’t want certain people, Charles doesn’t want certain people and they both want to feel comfortable with the person

• So their list keeps getting shorter and both of them are in the mood to handle out control, both Charles AND Lewis have experience with other drivers so they know who’s not gonna submit to them

• they finally land on a safe option: Oscar

• Young Oscar with his bunny teeth who already took Charles in his mouth, blissfully gone in the head the whole time. With a look up to the monegasque that Charles lets out a mournful grunt while recounting the memory to Lewis

• they give their choices to the person handling the winners room and after an hour a freshly showered Oscar gets delivered to their room

• he’s all flushed and shy, while both the Ferrari drivers are lounging on the bed drinking wine

• I’m sure Charles will do the first move, impatient that he is, gesturing the younger to him. Making him kneel before the bed, laying the Aussies head on his thighs and scruffing him at the neck. And Oscar will make the PRETTIEST sounds, all high pitched and whimpery

• Charles will just be like “you see lew? he’s SO willing to submit, it’s rather easy” and the Brit will just laugh with that deep chuckle of his, all while Oscar keeps whining still so flustered and now even a bit ashamed of how easily riled up he must look

• they make Oscar do all kinds of positions but the youngest LOVES being scruffed and then taken from behind, doggy style and all. He’s so gooey in the head and his eyes aren’t focusing that he doesn’t even see Charles coming up from behind to his head. His mouth is already wide open, so it would really just be a shame if Charles let that go to waste now would he

• after the night they tuck Oscar in, keeping him warm from both sides and he immediately cuddles into both of them :((

• the next race Oscar is sporting two very pretty bracelets on each arm, very weirdly the letters L and C are both etched into their respected one’s underside tho ?? Strange but who knows what it could mean