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themultifanshipper · 10 hours ago

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It was a lot of fun, being persued by by two Formula 1 drivers.

But they would soon be getting tired of the chase. They weren't going to let you stay ahead of them for much longer.

Warnings: smut, finally bottom franco, technically a threesome but not really, restraints (belt), edging, shower sex, anal (mxm), face fucking, tension?

Anon originally had an idea with journalist reader but I went in another direction :3

The tension between you and Max had been brewing since your rookie year.

You'd instantly taken a liking to each other and hung out all the time whenever you had breaks.

You'd been on his yacht, he'd been to your family's vineyard for some wine tasting. You were good friends, and you knew each other exceedingly well.

And of course it wasn't rare for the two of you to find yourselves battling for positions on track, and even came together a couple of times over the years.

That lead to some pretty heated arguments, you even took a swing at him once. You were both hot-headed competitors, it was inevitable.

Nothing ever happened between you though, you'd always kept a sensible distance to your coworkers.

But you couldn't help being a tease.

You'd put sexy bikini pictures of yourself on holiday in your private story, which only Max had access to.

He figured it out pretty quickly when no one else seemed to know what the hell he was talking about when he asked them about it.

And then Franco arrived.

But he never pushed. If this was a game you wanted to play, he could wait it out, no problem. If you got desperate enough you would come crawling to him, he was sure of it.

Franco was the biggest flirt you'd ever seen. Surpassing the likes of Daniel and Carlos as the smoothest talker on the grid.

He was slightly closer to you in age, so you gravitated towards each other naturally.

You went on holiday with him a couple of times, and you went clubbing a lot.

So pretty soon the rumours shifted from you and Max, to you and Franco.

And there were pictures circulating. You and Max had had your fair share of paparazzi nuisances, but with Franco it was on another level.

It was impossible to see each other without photos coming out the next day.

Some were photoshopped, like the ones of you and him on your yacht, kissing.

Or at least that's what your PR team told the public.

You hadn't slept with him of course, but 4 glasses of wine is 4 glasses of wine.

That's 3 too many if you want to keep a clear head. And day drinking in the sun is a dangerous game when you're alone with a horny man on a yacht.

But you politely rejected his advances, insisting that your relationship was supposed to be professional.

Max saw the photos. Of course he did. And he knew they weren't fake, so the next time he saw you he confronted you.

Much to the chagrin of both of your bodies’ needs.

“So how's it going with Colapinto?” he asked, faking nonchalance while you waved to the fans at the drivers parade.

“Nothing's going on, don't be jealous” you plastered a fake smile on your face for the cameras.

“I'm not jealous” he snapped.

“Sure you aren't, Max. Anyway I keep my love life, and sex life, separate from my career, you know that”

He scoffed, turning away from you to talk to whoever was on his other side.

During the next week you decided to spice things up a little.

The race weekend went by without a hitch, and Max didn't bring it up again.

You sent Max a dirty picture.

Nothing too bad, just you in some lingerie and a see through robe that hid absolutely nothing.

You followed it up with “shit, that wasn't for you sorry”

If that didn't get Max riled up nothing would.

But to your disappointment, he didn't reply.

That night you got yourself off to Franco's answering texts instead. You sent the same picture with the same caption, and waited for him to take the bait.

The next weekend Max cornered you in the paddock on media day.

He’d played the game at least, sending you a delicious picture in return, in the name of fairness.

He dragged you to a quiet corner and caged you in against the wall.

“What the fuck are you playing at?” he hissed, pressing you against the wall.

“What the fuck Max! What are you even talking abou-”

“I'm not fucking stupid, I know that picture was for me”

You sighed.

“No it wasn't, Max”

“Who was it for, then?”

“Wouldn't you like to know” you smirked, which just made him angrier.

“Yes, I would actually”

You pushed him off roughly and he stumbled backwards, taken off guard by your sudden aggressiveness.

“None of your fucking business. And if you want to fuck me, this really isn't the right way to go about it”

The next day, lord knows how, Franco managed to sneak into your driver’s room.

You sauntered off, leaving Max to fume in silence at your audacity.

“I enjoyed that picture very much, you know” he mumbled as he approached you from behind.

He quickly plastered himself to your back, hands on your hips while he felt you up.

“I'm sure you did. But it was an accident” your voice shook as his hands wandered.

He chuckled. “I am not convinced of that”

He placed kisses along the side of your neck, trailing upwards towards your lips as he turned your head to look at him.

“Any chance I can see more?”

His lidded eyes bore into yours and you sighed, pushing him away half-heartedly.

“No Franco. I can't go around sleeping with my coworkers. It's not professional”

He smirked. “Not professional? Tell me, who was that picture for?”

You hesitated a second too long.

“You don't know him.”

He bit his lip mockingly, he knew you were lying. “Okay. I guess will just go then”

Max won the race. He was back on his A-game and you’d spent the second part of the race squabbling with Franco and Alex over 10th place for the last point.

And he did, he slipped out without anyone noticing him, leaving you to contemplate your next move.

You got it, at the expense of Franco's front wing.

“That was a dirty move” he groaned into your neck.

You'd found yourselves back in the same position, him grinding against your ass, this time in the club while the bass made your bodies thrum with excitement.

“If you want to get my attention, crashing into me isn't the right way to go about it”

You shivered, both at his tone and at the fact that you'd said almost exactly that to Max three days prior.

“Why would I want your attention?” you murmured back, enjoying the feeling of his hands caressing your body.

“Darling, we both know you want to fuck me”

You turned around in his hold, giving him the most seductive eyes you could muster.

“No I don't”

He groaned and threw his head back in frustration.

“Don't do this to me. We both want it, stop playing around and let me show you how good I can make you feel…”

You smiled and leaned in.

“But where's the fun in that?”

You removed his hands from you body and slinked back into the crowd.

What you didn't know is that Max was in the DJ booth with Lando, and with his vantage point he could see everything.

Running away, once again.

He saw you slip away through the crowd and over to the bar.

His blood boiled and he decided to take action.

But he didn't make his way to you. He went to see Franco instead.

“Mate I need to talk to you”

“Ok, mate” Franco was confused, but followed him towards the bathrooms anyway, where it was slightly quieter.

“Did she send you a picture of herself last week?” Max was going straight to point.

Franco hesitated. “Who?”

Max rolled his eyes at the younger man “You know who, don't play stupid”

The sudden thought that you might be in a relationship with Max flashed through Franco’s mind.

What if he'd read the situation all wrong? What if Max had found out about the flirting and was actually about to beat him up?

“No?” he answered, but it sounded unconvincing even to his own ears.

Max looked unimpressed.

“Give me your phone”

Franco complied immediately.

Max proceeded to scroll through his messages, and clicked on the conversation with you.

The picture of Franco appeared on his screen first, and he looked up at the man incredulously.

“You sent one back? It was obviously bait. Are you stupid?”

“I know it's all a game to her” he snatched his phone back “but playing it got me a very nice picture of her so who cares?”

“I'm not playing the game and I got the same fucking photo”

Franco frowned at his phone, and had to admit, he had him there. Maybe he had been stupid.

“Well… you keep not playing, and I will keep playing, and we will see who get her to break first?” he suggested.

“No” Max snapped. “I am sick of not playing”

He glanced at Franco's screen, where the photo of you was still visible.

They completely ignored you for two whole weeks.

“She has been teasing us for too long. Now it's time she learned her lesson”…

They avoided you at the weekend, and they never returned any of your calls and messages.

You even tried sending them more pictures, but they both left you on read.

You were bored.

You knew something was up when you spotted the two of them deep in conversation in front of the Redbull garage. They were plotting.

Max was pretty much your best friend on the grid, and you missed messing around with Franco.

So on Saturday night, you sent them both a text you knew they wouldn't be able to ignore.

Well Max might, but Franco would definitely crack.

To Franco, you sent “If you come and fuck me now, I won't tell Max”

And to Max, “If you come fuck me now, I won't tell Franco”

You sent them both your room number, and waited. They both saw the texts immediately.

Max had too much self control, so you doubted whether he would be desperate enough to show.

You waited barely 20 minutes before Franco was at your door.

But Franco…

He was so easy.

You had him on the bed, laying under you while you made your way down his body, picking off his clothing bit by bit.

“I knew you wouldn't be able to resist me”

His pupils were blown wide and a slight blush was creeping up his neck.

“The offer was too good to pass up” he groaned as you rubbed yourself over the bulge rapidly growing in his boxers.

You leaned down and pressed your lips to his, and he took the opportunity to wrap his arms around you and roll you over.

“Your teasing has been driving me crazy” he panted, hovering over you while he made quick work of your clothes.

“Why do you think I was doing it” you muttered with a smile, and his tongue poked the inside of his cheek as he realised how much you'd been enjoying teasing him.

“To make me lose it and come fuck the shit out of you?” he asked, exasperated.

“That's the plan” you bit your lip, looking up at him with a smile.

“Perra” he groaned, sitting up. “Turn over”

You raised an eyebrow at him, doing as he said.

His hands were palming your ass while he admired the view, when a sharp knock at the door broke the tense silence.

Your jaw dropped as you looked back at Franco who was wearing a similar look of shock on his face.

Neither of you knew quite what to do, and the knock sounded again, louder this time.

You jumped to your feet, grabbing a robe on the way and opened the door.

Max stood there, fists clenched.

“Max…”

“Is Franco in there?”

You were taken aback by his question.

“And bear in mind, the answer is going to determine how this evening goes for you”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, but was saved answering by Franco appearing next to you.

“I am here… sorry”

He looked slightly afraid, and it was understandable, because the grin that spread over Max's face was evil enough to scare even you.

“I had a feeling you would be here” he stepped inside, crowding against you as he slammed the door behind him. “Option number two, then”…

You didn't know what option number one was, but number two involved you having your hands tied to the headboard, while Max had his cock shoved down Franco's throat.

Which is not something you ever thought you would see.

But there Franco was, drooling around Max’s girth with red cheeks and tears in his eyes.

You knew he was enjoying it though, because he was still wearing his boxers and the wet patch at the front was getting steadily larger.

“Look at you” Max cooed “are you crying because you got caught betraying me just to get your dick wet?”

Franco whined, hips bucking at Max's tone.

“Or are you crying because you’re enjoying this a bit too much?”

Franco closed his eyes, more tears falling as he breathed deeply through his nose.

“You were fucking made for this. You've obviously had practice, slut ”

Franco whimpered pathetically and you throbbed at the sound.

You were fully naked, spread out for Max to admire.

“And you” he snapped at you. “You have been teasing me for years, making me wait, while posting pictures of yourself for my eyes only. Then this little bitch arrives and you let him touch you? Absolutely not”

He pulled out of Franco's mouth and manhandled him onto his hands and knees, facing you while Max dragged his boxers down his legs.

Franco's eyes widened as he looked at you, glancing between your thighs at where you were glistening in the soft light.

“You've been playing games with me since you joined the grid. And you would just let Franco have you after a couple of months? Over my dead fucking body”

He pushed Franco down onto the bed, making his arms buckle and his back arch obscenely, and the younger man gasped.

“So I'm going to fuck Franco, and you are going to watch.”

God knows where the bottle of lube came from, but you were grateful for it, on Franco's behalf.

The way Franco reacted when the first finger went it made you gasp softly.

His eyes fluttered closed and he arched his back even more, pushing back against Max as he let out a porn worthy whimper.

You were getting so turned on, you went to close your thighs but Max tutted.

“Franco, hold her legs open”

He obeyed, shuffled forwards and curled his hands around your knees to hold you in place.

Unfortunately, that brought his face closer to your soaked folds and you could feel his cool breath down there.

You whimpered and he groaned, leaning his head against one of your knees as he looked at your slick lips with a pained look on his face.

“Don't you dare touch, Franco” Max growled “You need to learn patience”

He was on three fingers already, and he was entranced by the way Franco's hole swallowed them greedily.

He made quick work of lubing himself up and pushing into the younger man, who mewled at the stretch.

“Jesus, you are tight.” He gritted his teeth as he pushed in to the hilt. “squeezing around me so good, maybe I should give up on her and just keep you as my plaything, hmm?”

He gave an experimental thrust and Franco whined low in his throat as he looked up at you through lidded eyes.

He looked so fucked out it was almost pathetic.

But to be honest, you probably looked even worse.

You squirmed against the bed, unable to get any sort of friction or stimulation as you were forced to watch Max rail Franco into the mattress.

“You're fucking dripping” Max commented, finally glancing at where you could indeed feel the sheets under you becoming damp.

He wrapped an arm around Franco's middle, shuffling him forwards until he was only an inch away from your soaked folds.

“You want a taste Franco?”

The younger man nodded as best he could with Max’s grip his hair.

Max just chuckled and pushed Franco's face forward, allowing him to eat you out hastily.

The sudden intense stimulation made you writhe under him, cursing as he sucked on your clit while his tongue delved into your wetness.

“Fuck! Oh my god-“ you whined, hips trying to buck but Franco's hold on your thighs was too strong as he devoured you.

As your moans increased in pitch, Max could tell you were getting closer and just as you were about to fall over the precipice, he pulled Franco's head back roughly.

You cried out at the loss, and Max just chuckled, slamming his hips into Franco even harder.

“Max please” you whined, and Max cooed in mock simpathy.

He pushed Franco against you once again, revelling in the way he tightened around his cock at being manhandled like this.

He angled his hips so that his cock pushed against Franco's prostate, and the vibrations of the resounding moan against your cunt got you right to the edge once again.

But again, when Max saw your thighs start to tremble, he pulled on Franco's hair to separate him from you.

Tears clung to your lashes as you were robbed of yet another orgasm, and Franco let out a loud moan.

“I'm gonna come, Max!” he cried, and Max just picked up the pace of his hips.

“Then come, I'm not stopping you”

Once Franco had come down from his mind-numbing orgasm, Max pulled out of him carefully and rolled him over, making sure to avoid the puddle of cum now in the middle of the bed.

Franco's eyes rolled back and his upper body slumped against the mattress as Max continued to pound into him while you watched helplessly.

“You can go now, I will take it from here” he muttered as he handed Franco his clothes.

You looked at Max.

He looked at you on his way out, sending you a kiss before the door slammed shut behind him.

He was making his way around the bed to come and untie you from the headboard.

You weren't quite sure what to say to him as you stretched your arms.

He walked into to the bathroom and turned the shower on, then poked his head around the doorway.

“Come and join me”

You got off the bed hesitantly.

Was that it? Were you going to take a shower and then he’d leave? Or stay with you and talk?

You weren't sure which option you hated more.

You got to the bathroom and he was already under the water, cleaning himself without a care in the world.

You approached him, putting an hand on his shoulder.

“Max? Are you angry with me?”

He huffed out a laugh.

“No, why would I be angry?”

He kept washing himself, and you had no idea what to answer.

He had every right to be pissed after all.

He looked at your confused face and chuckled.

“No, I am not angry with you”

You nodded, and he moved over a bit and pulled you under the spray.

He pulled you against his chest and looked down at you.

“I'm not angry, but I am sick of your games”

You gulped.

You could feel him against your hip, he was still hard.

“You didn't come” you muttered, and he smiled.

“Neither did you”

Your heart was beating fast as you stared at him.

“Are you planning to?”

He nodded.

“Oh yes. But you have a choice to make. Either I fuck you now, and we both come.”

His hand came to cup your jaw as his thumb stroked your cheek.

“Or, I leave right now, and you’ll never get to know how good you could've had it these past two years.”

Your jaw dropped, and your cunt throbbed at the idea of finally getting to fuck Max.

“Well?” his other hand trailed downwards to ghost over your folds, dipping in ever so slightly, to confirm that you were still soaked. “What will it be?”

You gasped, head leaning back against the tiles of the shower wall.

“Fuck me, please”

He grinned. “That's what I was hoping for”

He wasted no time turning you around and pushing into you roughly, your wetness easing the slide as he bottomed out on the first thrust.

You both groaned, and he snapped his hips, determined to hear that noise again.

He made you come twice like that, pressed against the shower wall as he took the frustration of the past two years out on you.

He did indeed make you regret not giving in to him sooner.

Later, in bed, you cuddled together after having changed the sheets.

“So tell me Max. If tying me up and fucking Franco in front of me was option number two… what was option number one if Franco hadn't been here?”

He chuckled, pulling you tighter against him.

“If you had been alone, I would have tied you to the bed and left you there alone"

You gasped.