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Podium, baby || Gabrico/Haasbands

Summary: Kevin turned fully to look at Gabriel with raised eyebrows "I'm just saying, I wouldn't forget- Not that I'd keep him to his promise. I just woudn't forget, because, you know- You wouldn't forget someone promising you sex like that," Gabriel rushed out when he had realised what he said, stuttering over his words.

Kevin looked Gabriel up and down slightly, a soft smirk on his lips "Gabriel, you want to help me hold me to my promise?"

Gabriel didn't even hesitate as he nodded, "Yeah"

Warnings: Anal, anal fingering, blowjob, nipple play, versatile!Nico, top!Kevin, bottom!Gabriel, masturbation

Masterlist || AO3

The moment Gabriel was allowed, he was all over Nico. Jumping into his arms, hugging him tighter than he had ever hugged anyone before.

His arms were around Nico's neck, and Nico's were around his waist tightly. They hugged like they never had before. They had hugged before, of course, but this felt different- way different.

Gabriel pulled back, holding Nico's helmet on the sides, looking deeply into his eyes. It felt as though the whole world had stopped around them.

Neither of them said anything, but the look in Gabriel's eyes said more than words ever could.

Gabriel felt… Empty, kind of, when someone from the team dragged away Nico to get him weighed.

He walked back into the garage, walking up beside Kevin, who was still standing there, looking at the screen where Nico was soon to be interviewed.

"You must be proud of him," He said, making Kevin turn his head slightly to look at him before he turned back.

"So proud," Kevin smiled, a slight chuckle coming from him "His fear has always been to retire without a podium to his name. He doesn't need to worry about that anymore"

Gabriel nodded softly "He told me you once made a promise to him if he ever got a podium," He said softly, almost like he was embarrassed to say it.

Kevin laughed softly, looking briefly at Gabriel before turning back to the screen "I did. I told him while we were both drunk, so I'm surprised he remembered"

"You remembered as well, though," Gabriel said "Besides, you don't forget a promise like that," He shrugged slightly "If I were to have gotten that promise from Nico, I wouldn't forget either"

Kevin turned fully to look at Gabriel with raised eyebrows "I'm just saying, I wouldn't forget- Not that I'd keep him to his promise. I just woudn't forget, because, you know- You wouldn't forget someone promising you sex like that," Gabriel rushed out when he had realised what he said, stuttering over his words.

Kevin looked Gabriel up and down slightly, a soft smirk on his lips "Gabriel, you want to help me hold me to my promise?"

Gabriel didn't even hesitate as he nodded, "Yeah"

—

From the moment they all three stepped into Kevin's hotel room, it didn't take long for them all three to be on the bed- Kevin sat up against the headboard, Nico between his legs and Gabriel at the foot of the bed.

While Gabriel was working on getting Nico's pants off, Kevin worked on his shirt, ghosting his fingertips along Nico's body as he did, making the older shiver and goosebumps rise on his skin.

Nico lifted his hips slightly off the bed, giving Gabriel access to pull his pants and boxers down his legs, throwing them carelessly to the floor.

Gabriel immediately leaned down, taking Nico into his mouth, slowly moving his head. Nico went to reach out for Gabriel's hair, but Kevin was quicker, forcing his arms to be crossed over his chest with one hand, his free one going to toy with his nipples, making the German whimper and whine, his hips bucking slightly up into the youngest's mouth.

Nico rolled his head back onto Kevin's shoulder, turning slightly to breathe into his neck "Please. Please, let me touch him." He could easily get out of Kevin's grip, seeing he was stronger than him, but with the way he was holding him, he knew he needed permission.

Kevin hummed dismissively, "Let him do it himself," He said, his fingers going a little tighter on Nico's nipples, Gabriel moving his mouth faster, making him moan.

Kevin moved his hand away from Nico's chest to lay softly around his throat, leaning down to kiss him messily. Neither cared how wet the kiss was; Nico was too engrossed in the feeling of both men's mouths on him, and Kevin just focused on seeing how good Nico felt.

Nico's moans continued but were muffled against Kevin's lips as Gabriel sped up again, drawing Nico closer to his orgasm. His back arched sharply as he came without warning, coming into Gabriel's mouth.

Gabriel stood up from the bed after he had swallowed, getting rid of his shirt and then his pants and boxers after that, watching Nico panting heavily while Kevin reached over to the bedside table, taking the travel-sized lube bottle.

Kevin squirted some of the lube onto his fingers before softly throwing the bottle to Gabriel, who was now back on the bed, sitting on his knees with slightly spread legs.

Nico's arms were again forced against his chest while Kevin slowly pushed a finger into him, making him whine softly.

Kevin slowly started moving his finger as they both watched Gabriel do the same, but to himself, slowly getting himself open as well.

Nico moaned softly when Kevin slowly pushed in a second finger, waiting for a second for him to adjust before moving again, slowly going faster and faster, Nico's moans growing louder and louder every time Kevin grazed his prostate.

Kevin eventually pulled out, making Nico whine high-pitched. He pushed softly at Nico's back, getting him to lean forward so Kevin could pull off his shirt. Nico placed his hands on either side of Kevin's thighs, lifting his hips slightly. Kevin only pushed his pants and boxers down to his mid-thighs, not bothering to do more.

Gabriel had by now pulled his fingers out of himself, scooting closer to the two others, pulling Nico in to kiss him. It was messy and heated, Nico tasting himself on Gabriel's lips.

In the meantime, Kevin had stroked himself a few times before lifting Nico's hips slightly, slowly guiding him down onto him, making him moan softly, followed by a whine and a whimper along the way.

Kevin placed Nico's hands back on the bed, holding his wrists firmly "Keep them there," He almost growled, Nico nodding obidently.

Gabriel crwled closer, his knees placed on either side of Kevin's and Nico's thighs, hovering over them. Kevin reached, grabbing Gabriel's waist softly, his hands looking big on his body. Gabriel had one hand on Nico's shoulder, the other one reaching behind him to guide himself down onto Nico, making them both moan softly.

They waited a few moments letting both men adjust before Kevin told Nico to move, his hands moving down to Gabriel's thighs instead of his waist.

Nico's hands were tight in the sheets beneath them, straining himself from reaching out to touch his teammate, but he started moving none the less. Moving up into Gabriel while also moving himself up and down on Kevin.

The sounds that were coming out of the three, was some that would've been unimaginable they would make all three together.

Nico started picking up pace, getting desperate to come again- desperate to make the others feel as good as they had made him feel good.

Kevin was the first to come, finally letting Nico touch Gabriel after he had gotten soft. Nico didn't last long either, neither did Gabriel once Nico wrapped his hand around him, stroking him to the same pace as his hips.

—

"You treat me to well," Nico said once they were all in the bathtub- a little hard seeing that both Nico and Gabriel were rather tall, but they made it work. Gabriel sitting with his back against Nico's chest, and Nico sitting with his back against Kevin's chest.

"You got a podium, baby. You deserve it," Gabriel said, leaning into Nico's embrace.

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Britney's in the wall Tumblr || AO3

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and in Williams there always that slight tension that they couldn’t stand eachother omg need that fic

Britney's in the wall || Webberg

Summary: "I'm going to fuck some sense into you," Mark said, taking a few steps closer to Nico who had his back turned to him, a clean shirt in his hands.

Nico scoffed softly "What are you talking about?"

"You heard me. You know exactly what I'm talking about,"

Warnings: Anal, anal fngering, (forced) blowjob, bottom!Nico, top!Mark, driver's room sex, hate sex, Sat in Brazil 2006, Nico's resisting at first, praise kink, oral fixation (if you squint)

Masterlist || AO3

"Brintey's in the wall"

Nico heard the engineers and mechanics quietly laugh about it as he walked back into the garage and into his driver's room.

He slammed the door closed, throwing his helmet and kicking a few things.

"Britney's in the wall"

Mark called him nothing but Britney, just to piss him off. It worked. Mark knew it worked.

There was no use for him to be so upset about it, but it wasn't like he was calming down anytime soon, not with him not doing anything and just sitting around, so he showered- he had to anyways, but it just gave him a better reason to.

Nico didn't know how long it took him to shower- he didn't have a sense of time when he was angry or upset, but when he came out of the small bathroom all dressed, nearly at least, just missing his shirt, Mark was there, leaning up against the small desk in the room.

Mark had showered as well, so he must've been in there for a long time, especially seeing that his dark curls had dried.

Nico ignored the way he could visibly see Mark's breath hitch "What do you want?" He sighed, turning to walk to his bag, where there was a spare shirt.

"I'm going to fuck some sense into you," Mark said, taking a few steps closer to Nico who had his back turned to him, a clean shirt in his hands.

Nico scoffed softly, "What are you talking about?"

He yelped softly, dropping the shirt to the floor as Mark grabbed him, pinning him to the nearest wall, a hand firmly on his collarbone.

"You heard me. You know exactly what I'm talking about," Mark said as Nico had both his hands around Mark's wrist, trying to get him off, but to no use, only getting pressed further into the wall.

Mark slid his hand onto Nico's shoulder, pushing him down onto his knees, drawing a whimper out of him, his hands clutching at the older man's thighs for stability.

When Mark got his hands to his belt, Nico tried getting up, but Mark was quick to push him back down again.

"Behave. It'll be quicker if you do," He said, continuing on his belt, while also trying to keep Nico on his knees.

Nico turned his head away when Mark had gotten his dick out, stroking himself a few times.

"Come on. Just cooperate," Mark sighed, wrapping his hand around Nico's chin, turning his head back to look up at him.

"Open up," Mark said, smacking Nico's cheek softly-not hard enough to actually hurt, but enough that Nico reluctantly opened his mouth slightly.

"That's it. Good boy," Nico hated how much he liked being praised, especially by Mark, especially when his dick was in his mouth.

Mark slid his hand into Nico's hair, both holding the blond locks out of his face, but also to move his head, seeing he wasn't doing it willingly.

Nico hated it- not the blowjob. He hated how he liked the blowjob.

Maybe it was the force of it. Maybe it was how Mark got what he wanted- he always got what he wanted.

"You're enjoying this too much, mate," Mark chuckled softly, watching as Nico closed his eyes, moaning softly around Mark.

"Get up," He said, pulling Nico's mouth off of himself before lifting him up from the floor by his biceps.

Nico whimpered as Mark guided him over to the small desk, bending him over it, pressing his bare chest against the wood.

He leaned slightly back, putting his weight on his hands against the desk, giving Mark more access to get his pants and boxers down.

"Now you want it, hm? After you've gotten a taste?" Mark asked in a teasing tone, taking his fingers to Nico's mouth.

"You know what you call people like that?" He asked as Nico sucked on his fingers, getting them wet "A slut. That's what you call them"

"Is that what you are, darling?" Mark chuckled when Nico whimpered as the fingers were pulled from his mouth.

"Are you a slut for me, darling? Or are you just plain ol' Britney?" Nico didn't get to argue when he felt Mark's fingers against his hole, making him moan softly.

"Quiet," Mark said, his free hand going to Nico's mouth, placing it over him to keep him quiet.

He slowly pushed in a single finger, waiting for Nico to adjust to move slowly and softly, not trying to hurt him in any way.

Mark stretched Nico out around three fingers, just to be sure- like he said, he didn't want to hurt Nico.

He might hate both him and his guts along with his actions and attitude, but he ain't no monster.

Nico whined against Mark's hand when he pulled his fingers out. The whine quickly turned into a moan when Mark slowly pushed inside of the Blond, stopping every so often to let him adjust.

Once Nico had adjusted all the way, Mark slowly started moving, his hand still firm over Nico's mouth, keeping him quiet, while his free hand was on his waist.

Mark sped up slightly, but still slowly enough not to make any loud sounds between their bodies.

The change of speed made Nico moan and whine against Mark's palm. Mark pulled Nico back so that their chest and back were against each other.

"I thought I said 'Quiet', didn't I?" Nico nodded, trying to look at Mark with an apologetic look, but he just seemed more desperate.

"Jesus," Mark groaned, being sure he could come from just looking at Nico like that.

Mark took his hand from Nico's waist and put it around his dick, moving his wrist at the same speed of his hips, watching Nico squirming a shaking slightly, pre-cum leaking out of him at a steady pace.

Nico's knuckles were impossibly more white from his tight grip around the edge of the desk, trying to hold back his orgasm just a little longer.

"Don't hold back, darlin'. Come f'me," Nico didn't hold back this time. It was a good thing that Mark had his hand over his mouth, or else they would be sure to get weird looks from the crew.

"That's it," Mark groaned softly, feeling Nico clench down around him, drawing him closer to his orgasm as well.

He removed his hand from Nico's now softening dick- a few thrusts later and Mark was coming as well, pressing his hips tightly against Nico's behind.

They were both panting heavily as Mark removed his hand from Nico's mouth, putting both on the desk beside the younger man's body.

Mark slowly pulled out of Nico, making him whine softly at the loss, his cum leaking out slightly "You're gonna go ut there, do the interviews, then you're gonna be at debrief, you then come to my hotel room and I'm gonna keep fucking you until you get some common sense in that pretty little head of yours, okay?"

Nico nodded as he felt Mark help him back into his boxers and pants before getting himself properly dressed again.

"Hey," Mark lifted Nico's chin slightly once he handed him his shirt "You okay?"

Nico nodded softly, causing Mark to raise his eyebrows "I'm okay," He said, feeling Mark's lips on his forehead.

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I miss you, I'm sorry || Brocedes/Sargeton

Summary: Logan sure didn't hesitate to throw himself into Lewis' arms once he opened up. He would've for sure broken down if he had hesitated.

Lewis hugged back immediately, maybe a little too tight, but Logan didn't care, he was just happy to have Lewis' arms around him again.

Warnings: Handjob, mentioned blowjob, sebmark is canon, mentioned cheating, mentioned smut

Masterlist || AO3 || Pt. 1 || Pt.2 ||

Abu Dhabi

One week.

It has been one week and they were all three still together, much to Lewis’s surprise.

Logan wasn’t there. He had decided to stay in Lewis’s apartment in Monaco, accompanying Roscoe on the couch, watching the race.

Nico, on the other hand, was there, giving Lewis some ‘good luck’ head in his driver's room before the race.

It was just an excuse. Max was way ahead of him and stood to win the championship, so the ‘good luck’ was not needed in any way.

---

Bahrain 2025, Pre-Testing

Red.

It felt weird.

“How have you been over the winter break, Lewis?” A reporter asked.

”That’s the only thing you think about!” Logan yelled to Lewis from inside the living room to where Lewis stood on the balcony.

”This is my life, Logan,” Lewis mumbled, but loud enough for Logan to hear.

”And I’m not?” Logan scoffed, “Nico was right. You can’t hold a stable relationship”

Lewis heard the door of his own apartment being slammed shut before he heard the next door one open and close softly before sobbing was heard through the wall.

Lewis shrugged slightly “I’ve been,” He hummed with a playful smile.

“And how is it to be in red this year?” She continued to ask.

”You look so fucking good in red,” Logan moaned quietly, trying not to wake the sleeping Nico beside them as Lewis jerked him off slowly, the red shirt loose around Lewis’ torso.

“It’s a change, but not a bad one,” He chuckled softly, smiling with his teeth.

“You’ve done something different with your hair?” The reporter was getting off track, but she was true.

Looking around the bathroom, Lewis saw Nico’s expensive conditioner on the edge of the bathtub, which he didn’t care to take back.

Lewis continued to look and saw Logan’s cheap, old conditioner in the trash he insisted on finishing before Nico forced him to use his expensive one.

“I’ve been using some conditioner lately,” He hummed, shrugging slightly “Cut it a little,” Just like how they like it.

“It looks good on you,” She smiled teasingly.

”It looks good on you,” Nico blushed back when Lewis first cut his hair that length. Not short, not long. Just right.

“Good luck in Melbourne,” She smiled sweetly.

---

Melbourne

Lewis thought about making a stop in Monaco, but decided to go straight to Australia when he remembered that he could hear Logan and Nico fuck no matter where he was in his apartment.

And that was not something he was up to hear just before the opening race.

He missed them both deeply. It was his own fault, he knew that, and he was sorry.

Lewis had warned them both he wasn’t good at relationships, and Nico had known since ‘16 he was no good.

Sex. That he was good at. Hook-up’s. One-night stands. He didn’t need to know names. In and out. That was it.

Logan and Nico had made their relationship official a few days after they had broken it off with Lewis.

He knew it was because of revenge, and it was most likely Nico who suggested it, knowing the German had his way with mind games.

Probably also the same reason why they fucked like it was the last thing they did. Nico’s mind games.

Which is why Lewis didn’t act upon it. He didn’t want to satisfy Nico’s immense ego.

---

He knew Nico was giving the podium interviews, so Lewis almost considered giving Charles the P3 back when he overtook him on the last few laps.

He didn’t do it, though.

When Lewis walked up to the camera crew and got handed the mic, it was impossible to miss the way Nico’s cheeks had heated slightly up.

Lewis had almost forgotten he had cut his hair.

’Him and his goddamn hair’.

He could hear it in his voice as well. Others probably couldn’t, but Lewis knew him too well to miss the little things.

---

Lewis had just gotten out of the shower in his hotel room when he heard a knock on the door.

He put on a pair of sweat pants, leaving his torso bear, not giving a shit about it.

He opened the door, sighing when he saw Nico standing with his hands in his pockets. His hair was slightly messy, his lips puffy. Obviously, he had taken Logan with him.

“What do you want?” Lewis sighed, annoyed, crossing his arms over his chest.

Nico pushed past him and into the room “You cut your hair”

“Really? Didn’t notice,” Lewis said sarcastically. His braids were undone, so he threaded his hand through his hair, ruffling the wet curls slightly.

Nico chuckled slightly, sitting down on the edge of the bed, throwing a pillow onto the ground between his spread legs.

Lewis knew what Nico wanted. He should’ve seen it, really- even if they hadn’t spoken since January.

He sighed softly before hesitantly sitting down onto the pillow, his back pressed against the side of the bed.

They were both silent as Nico’s fingers worked on Lewis’ hair- He was no professional, and Lewis knew he would have to undo them later- or maybe he could keep them for once, they’d probably undo themselves when he slept.

Lewis pulled his knees up to his chest “I miss you,” Lewis hummed, his eyes closed, leaning into the touch of Nico.

Nico kept quiet.

“Not just you, but Logan as well,” Lewis sighed “I wish I could do it all over, make sure I don’t fuck it up so I could keep you both… I’m just not good at it”

“I know,” Nico hummed “, I know when you need your space- I’ve always known, but Logan… It’s one of his first relationships, and he doesn’t know you as well as I do”

“Did you try to explain it to him?” Lewis hummed, stretching his legs out in front of himself.

“Yes- pressure on try,” Nico chuckled softly "but you know how he can be…” He sighed, running his fingers through Lewis’ curls.

“Have you been using conditioner?” Nico asked, confused, feeling how soft Lewis’s hair actually was.

“Felt like a waste throwing yours out- you’re switching the subject,” Lewis said, turning his head to look up at Nico.

Nico pushed Lewis’s head back, continuing on his hair “You want to make it better? Get your shit together and actually try. Don’t avoid him in the hallway, don’t avoid him in the shops. Get your shit together,” He said, pulling at Lewis’ hair to make him look up at him, making him whine.

Nico raised his eyebrows when Lewis didn’t say anything, but only nodded a little, not wanting his head to hurt more where Nico was pulling it “Yes. I’ll get my shit together”

“Good, now sit still,” The German said, turning Lewis’s head slightly down to braid the hair in the nape of his neck.

—

China

“Can I ask you something?” Lewis asked Charles, standing in the doorway of Charles’s driver’s room.

“Sure,” Charles nodded softly, motioning for the small couch where there was space.

“Have you ever had moments where you didn’t speak to Max and you wanted to make it better, but you don’t know how, and you couldn’t ask him because he refuses to talk to you?” Wheels were turning in Charles’s head from trying to keep up with Lewis’s fast-paced talking.

He leaned back in the chair at the small desk “Um, I mean, yeah. It wasn’t like we’ve had a huge fight or anything, but Max is petty and gives me the cold shoulder sometimes. Why?”

Lewis hesitated slightly. “A friend is mad at me and I want to tell him I’m sorry, but I don’t know how, he doesn’t want to speak to me, and I feel pathetic to ask his boyfriend for help,” He explained.

“Hm. Depends. What did you do?” Charles asked, genuinely wanting to help him.

Lewis hesitated slightly before just deciding to come clean, “It’s Logan. He’s mad at me because I prioritised racing. Nico told me to get my shit together if I wanted to make it up to him,” He shrugged, fiddling with his hands.

Charles hummed, nodding his head slightly in understanding “What’d you do the first time to make it better?”

“I told an interviewer in a post-race interview that I still loved him and hoped that we could talk it out and make it better again, but I highly doubt it’ll work a second time,” Lewis chuckled pathetically.

“Start with getting him flowers- his favourite flowers,” Lewis looked up at Charles “You don’t know his favourite flowers, do you? I’ll ask Alex,” Charles sighed.

“He’s most likely going to throw them out, but it shows you’re trying and that you care. You have to keep trying- but not too much, that’ll give him the ick at some point. Next, you try with his favourite sweets. That’ll maybe be a little bit better. Then you can try with some coffee and some pastries”

“No wonder you and Alexandra are such a good couple,” Lewis smiled softly.

Charles chuckled softly, “But my best advice, talk to Sebastian. He had the whole ‘Mark refusing to talk to him’ period after Malaysia. He’ll have much better advice for your situation”

Lewis stood up, hugging Charles tight- a little hard when Charles sat down, but he did his best to hug him back.

“You’re amazing. Both Alexandra and Max are lucky,” Lewis mumbled.

“You’re amazing too, Lewis. The fact that you care enough to make it better shows that”

—

When Charles had texted Lewis about Logan’s favourite flowers, he thought it was adorable that it was roses- maybe a bit niche, but it was so adorable.

Lewis had gone out and picked a bouquet of the prettiest red roses he could find. He knocked on Nico’s door.

“I’ll get him. Wait a second,” Nico smiled softly when he saw Lewis standing with the roses outside of his door.

Lewis’s breath hitched slightly as he heard Logan’s footsteps on the floor.

“Please,” Lewis said quickly when Logan was about to close the door.

Logan didn’t close the door fully, but he still didn’t have it open far enough that they could see each other.

“I’m sorry, I really am. I miss you a lot. I know that I am not the perfect partner, I never have been. I’m trying to change, I really am- hell, I went to Charles for advice, who then told me to speak to Sebastian.” He chuckled pathetically, “I want to change so that I could be with you and Nico again. After I lost you the first time and got you back again, I never wanted to lose you again, but I did, and I’ll forever blame myself and nobody else for that”

Logan didn’t say anything, but Lewis was sure he heard a soft sniffle.

“I’ll leave the flowers for you. They’ll look good with that baby blue vase Nico has,” He smiled softly to himself, bending down to place the flowers up against the doorframe.

“I love you, Loges,” Lewis sniffled slightly, waiting a few seconds before he walked back to his own apartment.

—

“Seb, I need your help,” Lewis said once he heard Sebastian had picked up the phone.

”Sounds serious, what’s up?” Sebastian asked on the phone.

“I need your advice. When Mark wasn’t talking to you after Malaysia, what’d you do?” He asked, leaning back on his couch.

”You don’t want my advice, Lew,” Sebastian sighed, followed by a soft chuckle.

“How come? You always give good advice- and you have experience with my situation,” Lewis sighed, but was also confused.

”Because I cornered him in his drivers room and sucked him off,” He said with no hesitation and no shame.

“I shouldn’t’ve asked,” Lewis chuckled, drawing one out of Sebastian as well.

”Look, I know you’re too pathetic to ask Nico, but if you want both him and Logan back, you need to confide in Nico as well,” He explained, making Lewis sigh heavily.

—

“Wine?” Nico asked once Lewis had opened the door for him, "Logan's back in the states visiting his family, so it's too quiet," He pushed past Lewis, not waiting for an invitation to come in.

"I never say no to wine, but the last time we had wine, you sucked me off and didn't care about your relationship," Lewis teased as he closed the door behind him, watching as Nico found glasses in the kitchen.

"Yeah, well, that was also at 3 am, now it's only 7 pm," Nico smiled softly as he went to the living room and sat down on the couch.

"2.44 am, actually," Lewis sighed, sitting down beside Nico, turning his body slightly to face the blond.

"Whatever. Close enough," He chuckled softly, handing Lewis his glass "Have you talked to Seb about it?"

"Mh, I have yes," Lewis said, leaning forward, having forgotten to tell Nico about what Sebastian had said "When Mark refused to talk to him, he cornerd him in his drivers' room and sucked him off"

"What? Wasn't he already dating Hanna back then?" Nico asked, now also leaning forward.

"Mhm," Lewis hummed, nodding softly "What is it with you Germans cheating on your beautiful wife with a blowjob?" He chuckled.

"Hey, at least it works, right?" Nico chuckled as well.

There was a moment of silence.

"He threw them out, by the way, the flowers," Nico said softly, turning the glass in his hand.

"Yeah, Charles said he'd probably do that," Lewis sighed, leaning his head back against the couch and closing his eyes softly.

"He did hesitate before doing it, though," He hummed, making Lewis look back at him "He even went as far as taking the blue vase, but he regretted it and put it back before throwing them out," Nico explained, hoping it would make Lewi feel at least a little bit better.

Lewis just hummed "When does he get back?"

"Monday after Saudi," Nico answered.

"A month? Jesus," He groaned, putting his glass onto the coffee table before putting his head in his hands.

"He doesn't have a visa, Lewis, he can't stay here forever," Nico chuckled.

—

Logan was beyond tired when he got back to Monaco, almost falling onto Nico when he reached the couch.

"I missed you," Logan hummed as he almost sat on top of Nico, hugging him tight.

"I missed you too, Schatz," Nico said back, hugging him equally as tight, kissing the side of his head softly.

Logan pulled back slightly before he leaned back in, kissing Nico deeply.

Nico kissed back with no hesitation, holding onto Logan's waist, pulling him in closer.

"Logan, you're tired," Nico said when Logan got proper into Nico's lap, straddling him, kissing him more passionately.

"Never too tired for you," Logan mumbled against Nico's lips "And I missed you too much. Please"

Nico leaned his head back as Logan mouthed down his neck. He'd be lying if he said he didn't want this too- he'd missed Logan just as much.

He wanted to say no, he wanted to wait until tomorrow when Logan had gotten the rat he needed, but the way he was mouthing at his neck and pulling softly at his hair…

"Okay," Nico nodded softly, letting out a heavy breath as he felt Logan slip off his lap and out of his hands.

The taking off of clothes was quick, the foreplay rushed but thorough- Nico could maybe have stretched Logan out a bit more, but the younger didn't care.

The actually sex part was slow and soft, both just wanting to feel each other in their arms again.

'Feeling each other in their arms again', was maybe a little bit of an understatement. They had both ended up with a few too many marks on their bodies.

"I don't ever want to let you go again for that long. I missed you too much," Nico said, pulling Logan closer after he had cleaned him up.

"Next time will only be a week," Logan chuckled softly, tiredness taking over.

"Move in," Logan looked up at him surprised "I know a visa takes a long time to get, but…" He shrugged slightly.

"I'd love that," He smiled softly.

—

Much to his dismay, Logan woke up to an empty bed, groaning when he reached out for Nico to only reach the duvet.

He sat up in the bed slowly and tired, throwing on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt before making his way out of the bedroom.

"Ned's cold without you," Logan hummed, wrapping his arms around Nico's waist from behind, placing his head in the crook of his neck, kissing his skin softly.

"Making breakfast for you," Nico chuckled softly, reaching up with one hand to stroke Logan's ruffled hair.

Logan lifted his head slightly, kissing Nico's cheek before his eyes caught sight of a small black box on the dinner table.

"What's that? Wasn't there yesterday," He asked.

"It's for you," Nico informed, a small smile on his lips as he watched Logan walk over to the table.

"It's from Lewis," Logan sighed, picking up the box. It's was a box with some expensive chocolates.

"How'd you know? There's not a name on it," Nico asked confused.

"I mentioned to him once that I wanted to try them," He sighed "Am I pathetic for wanting to give him a chance again?"

"No," Nico smiled softly "He obviously cares about you," Nico sighed before he spoke up again "He's awake, you know"

Logan hesitated slightly "Give me 10 minutes," He said before going for the door.

Even as he stood outside of Lewis' door, he hesitated. He knew the apartment like the back of his hand, and he wanted to give Lewis a chance again, he wanted to believe that Lewis could change for him.

Before he could stop himself and turn back around, he knocked on the door, waiting for Lewis to open.

Logan sure didn't hesitate to throw himself into Lewis' arms once he opened up. He would've for sure broken down if he had hesitated.

Lewis hugged back immediately, maybe a little too tight, but Logan didn't care, he was just happy to have Lewis' arms around him again.

[muldj0rd]

I finally got the stick out of my ass and continued the 3rd chapter of IKWYPIA which I started back in November 😔✋

I made Sebmark canon

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════ ⋆Gabrico Masterlist⋆ ════

Make you feel better Tumblr || AO3

Podium, baby Tumblr || AO3

[muldj0rd]

HIIII I’m wondering if you could write a smut about Nico Hulkenberg/ Gabriel Bortoleto? I don’t have any ideas in mind right now but I somehow feel like these two more or less fits into a sugar daddy/sugar baby vibe😭 or maybe a/b/o with omega Gabi…

Summary: "I was just supposed to lie for five minutes, but five minutes turned into… I don't know how long," He said, shrugging slightly, looking down into his lap where his hands were.

Nico sighed softly, seeing how disappointed Gabriel looked "When you're done with your interviews, come to my driver's room. I think I know how to cheer you up. If I'm not there, just walk in," He said, putting a hand onto Gabriel's shoulder, squeezing him softly.

Warnings: Anal, anal fingering, top Nico, bottom Gabriel, set in the Australian GP, driver's room sex, praise kink

Masterlist || AO3

Gabriel was neither sad nor mad about his DNF; he was rather disappointed. It was his first race in f1, and he fucking bottled it. Crashing out in the first race of his career- the opening Grand Prix- he crashed out. Fucking pathetic.

After he had showered when he got back to his driver's room, he merely lay on the couch, listening to music through his headphones with his eyes closed.

He didn't know how much time had actually gone by before he was startled with a hand on his chest. His body jerked, and his eyes shot open as one of his hands grabbed the wrist on his chest.

He relaxed again after seeing it was just Nico, freshly showered as well. He sat up, taking off his headphones, leaving them hanging around his neck "Are you trying to kill me or something?" He chuckled softly.

"I'm sorry. Didn't mean to scare you," Nico chuckled as well, sitting down beside Gabriel on the small couch "Y'know, people have been looking for you"

"They have? I've just been in here," Gabriel said, confused, his eyebrows knitted together as he looked at Nico.

"Well, you weren't answering when they were knocking, so they just assumed you weren't in here," Nico explained with a soft smile.

"I was just supposed to lie for five minutes, but five minutes turned into… I don't know how long," He said, shrugging slightly, looking down into his lap where his hands were.

Nico sighed softly, seeing how disappointed Gabriel looked "When you're done with your interviews, come to my driver's room. I think I know how to cheer you up. If I'm not there, just walk in," He said, putting a hand onto Gabriel's shoulder, squeezing him softly.

Gabriel gave Nico a short nod and tried giving him a smile, but he didn't quite succeed with that.

—

Nico wasn't there when Gabriel knocked on the door, so he just walked in like he was told to do.

Seeing he wasn't there, Gabriel just leaned back against the small desk with his phone in his hands, scrolling through social media or whatnot.

Gabriel quickly looked up when he heard the door open, before he looked back down into his phone to read the rest of what he had started on.

He didn't get to turn off his phone before he felt Nico's lips against his.

Gabriel pulled back. It's not like he didn't want to kiss Nico, cause damn he wanted to. Nico was, by all means, downright attractive, but the age gap and the dynamic… It doesn't look good on paper.

Albeit the thoughts going through Gabriel's head, it didn't stop him from leaning in to kiss Nico again.

He let his phone be on the small desk, both hands now on the sides of Nico's neck, kissing him deeper.

Nico had his hands on Gabriel's hips, slowly trailing them down to the back of his thighs, lifting him up onto the table, drawing a small yelp from the younger driver.

"Need you," Gabriel panted softly against Nico's mouth, pulling him in to stand between his legs.

"You can be quiet for that, hm?" Nico asked with a soft chuckle, trailing his mouth down Gabriel's neck.

Gabriel nodded eagerly "Anything for you," He whimpered softly, tightening his legs around Nico's hips.

"Gonna have to let me go, Schatz," Nico slid his hand back down onto Gabriel's thigh, forcing his legs back open to get out of his grip.

Gabriel was way too impatient and way too eager. He would've loved to have Nico tease him and slowly undress him, but they did not have the time to do that, so while Nico walked over to his bag on the small couch, Gabriel was in full motion, trying to unbuckle his belt quickly.

"You're an impatient one, aren't you?" Nico chuckled as he walked back over to Gabriel, putting the travel-sized lube bottle onto the desk.

"Need you bad," Gabriel panted slightly, whimpering softly when Nico pulled him off the desk, turning him around, making the younger brace his body on his hands against the desk.

"I can see that," Nico chuckled low as he leaned in, his chest pressed against Gabriel's back, his hands pushing down both his pants and boxers.

Nico poured some lube onto his fingers, warming it up, his other hand holding onto Gabriel's waist, pushing his shirt out of the way.

Gabriel moaned softly when he felt Nico's fingers against his hole.

"Quiet, love. Don't want the others hearing you, do you?" Nico chuckled softly, slowly circling Gabriel's hole, smearing the lube around him.

Gabriel shook his head softly "Sorry. I'll be quiet for you," He spoke low, almost a whisper.

Nico slowly pushed in a single finger making Gabriel bite his bottom lip hard, trying not to make any sounds.

He slowly started moving his finger, soft and quiet sounds leaving Gabriel- soft pants and quiet whimpers.

When Gabriel was stretched out enough, Nico added a second finger, Gabriel throwing a hand over his mouth to keep quiet, his eyes shut tight and his head hanging low, his other hand holding tightly around the edge of the table.

Nico slowly pulled his fingers out of the younger driver once he was stretched out enough, drawing a muffled whine from him at the loss.

He wiped his lubed up fingers on the back of Gabriel's thigh before he made work of his belt, pushing both his pants and boxers down to his mid-thighs, pouring some more lube into his palm, stroking himself a few times before lining himself up with Gabriel's hole.

Nico had his lubed hand on Gabriel's lower back, holding him down against the table, his clean hand over his mouth to make sure he stayed quiet as he slowly pushed into him.

Gabriel arched his back as Nico slowly pushed into him, trying so hard to stay quiet, thankful that Nico had halped with that.

"Shit," Nico groaned softly, starting to move slowly when Gabriel had adjusted to his size.

He graduadlly sped up his pace, more quiet moans, whimpers, whines being pulled from Gabriel against his hand- just the sounds making Nico come out with his own sound.

"Fuck, you feel so good, Schatzi," Nico groaned softly, pulling Gabriel back so that his back was pressed against Nico's chest, the hand that was on Gabriel's lower back now around his dick.

Gabriel's begging was muffled against Nico's hand, but it didn't stop him from continuing begging for release. He wanted- no, he needed to come. He needed to come by the work of Nico's hand and dick, no others.

"Hold on a little longer, you can do that for me, no?" Nico groaned right into Gabriel's ear, and if he wasn't as obidient as he was and in need for praise, he'd come just from the sound of Nico's voice like that.

Gabriel's tired nodding as best as he could, but he was unsucessfull, making Nico chuckle softly "Good boy," Yep, Gabi was definetly a sucker for praise.

The thought of Gabriel having a praise kink- getting turned on by Nico's praise, got him that closer to his orgasm.

"You feel so good, baby. Amazing even," Nico groaned, having seen the way Gabriel reacted to his praise.

Gabriel couldn't take it anymore, the praise getting to him. He had tried holding his orgasm back, but he couldn't when Nico praised him so good. His cum slid down onto Nico's hand which was graduadlly slowing down. Some landed on his shirt while most of it was on the desk.

The feeling of Gabriel coming, clenching down around Nico, made him speed up, not to make Gabriel feel uncomfortable, but so he finished faster so that Gabriel didn't feel uncomfortable.

It didn't take long, the feeling becoming to pleassureble for Nico.

"You feel better?" Nico asked, panting heavily as he removed his hand from Gabriel's mouth, holding it softly around his throat instead, kissing his shoulder softly.

Gabriel nodded softly "Much better"

"Good," He said, slowly pulling out to get a wash cloth from the small bathroom to clean them both up.

[muldj0rd]

thank you for all your slagclaren fics 💖

You’re oh-so welcome. I love writing for them

[muldj0rd]

https://www.tumblr.com/vettelbee/732597339345354752/lewis-hamilton-jenson-button-post-abu-dhabi-gp?source=share

Can we have a smut for these pics, plz? Like that fucking huge hand on his tiny waist is hunting my dreams

Pretty when you cry || Slagclaren

Summary: Jenson closed the door behind him when he entered the small room "You okay?" He asked, sitting down beside Lewis on the couch, his eyes red and slightly puffy, having obviously been crying.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" Lewis asked, crossing his legs under his body.

"Because, A, you either just lost the Championship to your best friend or B, you lost your best friend to the championship. Either way, it's okay to feel bad about it, maybe even guilty," Jenson explained.

Warnings: Handjob, dacryphilia, comfort sex, mention of Spain '16, drivers room sex

Masterlist || AO3

God, Lewis felt like a crybaby. Lewis didn't cry, especially not about something as dumb as this.

He couldn't really decide for himself if he was crying over the fact that he lost the championship to his best friend, or he lost his best friend to the championship.

If they hadn't crashed in Spain, would they still've been friends now? Would Nico still have wanted to celebrate with him later? Would he still've been over at his and Vivian's apartment for dinner once a week if Spain didn't happen?

Toto had told Jenson Lewis was in his driver's room when he asked, too absorbed in Nico's win to care who or what walked through the hospitality.

Jenson paused slightly when he heard the soft sniffle from the other side of the door "Lew? Can I come in?" He asked, knocking softly on the door.

There was a bit more sniffling and some shuffling around inside the room before Lewis spoke up, his voice muffled from the room "Sure," He choked out.

Jenson closed the door behind him when he entered the small room "You okay?" He asked, sitting down beside Lewis on the couch, his eyes red and slightly puffy, having obviously been crying.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" Lewis asked, crossing his legs under his body.

"Because, A, you either just lost the Championship to your best friend or B, you lost your best friend to the championship. Either way, it's okay to feel bad about it, maybe even guilty," Jenson explained.

"I don't feel bad a bout it- certainly not guilty," Despite his words, Lewis' eyes glazed over, and it was the most attractive thing Lewis had ever seen on Lewis.

Lewis had always been attractive and always will be attractive, people who said otherwise would be lying- but seeing him with tears? It wasn't weird he got hard by that, right?

"It's just, Nico's blaming me for Spain, when we all know it was a mutual thing. He's as much at fault in it as I am," Lewis sniffled, a pathetic chuckle coming from him as he wiped away a stray tear.

"No, no. It's fine," Jenson hummed, looking into his hands on his lap so he would not get too hard from looking at how beautiful Lewis looked with the tears in his eyes.

There was a moment of silence before Jenson felt Lewis' body wrap around him. It took him a minute, but Jenson eventually turned to his side to hug Lewis back softly, his hands on his waist.

Either it was Jenson's hands that were big, or it was Lewis' waist that was small- either way, Lewis felt so small in Jenson's hands, and God, did it do things to him.

"Thank you. I needed that," Lewis pulled slightly away, but not enough to get out of Jenson's hold, nor did Lewis let go of Jenson.

"Of course. Anytime," Jenson nodded softly.

Maybe Jenson should've thought about it- Maybe he would've realised he was taking advantage of Lewis' vulnerable state, but he didn't before he kissed the younger softly.

Lewis kissed back with no hesitation, having both of his hands on the sides of Jenson's neck, trying to pull him closer.

The kiss quickly got heated, Lewis getting into Jenson's lap, a leg on either side of his body.

Jenson pulled Lewis slightly back, panting softly, "Lew-" "Shut up," Lewis cut him off, immediately going back to kissing him.

Jenson smirked slightly into the kiss, his hands squeezing Lewis's waist softly, feeling how small he felt in his embrace.

"Please," Lewis whimpered softly, grinding his hips down softly against Jenson's, making the older groan quietly.

"Here? Now?" Jenson asked confused, but damn he was aroused "The door's not locked"

"Doesn't matter. Please," Lewis pleaded again, rolling his hips again, making Jenson tilt his head back slightly.

"Okay, okay. Fine," Jenson gave in "I'm guessing you don't have lube," He said as his hands worked on getting Lewis' belt open. Lewis's breath hitched slightly, shaking his head slightly "Then you'll have to do with a handjob"

Lewis whined softly in annoyance, "Better than nothing," He breathed out shakily as Jenson pushed down his pants and boxers enough to get his dick out.

Jenson spat in his palm, wrapping his hand softly around Lewis, slowly stroking him, making Lewis moan softly. Jenson pulled Lewis back in to kiss him deeply once he was fully hard, moving his hand quicker and squeezing a little harder.

Jenson chuckled softly into the kiss when Lewis slowly started bucking his hips up into his hand, trying to get more friction, but was unsuccessful.

"Jense. Please," Lewis managed to get out between his muffled moans against Jenson's lips "More, please"

Jenson gave in, ghosting his thumb across Lewis' slit, making the younger's body shiver slightly and a shaken moan coming from his lips.

"Shh. Quiet, love," Jenson smirked softly from the physical reaction Lewis' body had at the pet name.

"Please. Close," Lewis mumbled softly the moment he was able to get air away from Jenson's lips.

"I know, love. I know," Jenson panted softly, feeling Lewis twitching in his hand, pre-cum leaking from him and down onto Jenson's hand.

A few more strokes of Jenson's hand, and Lewis' body was shaking slightly "Come for me, love- quietly," Jenson said, looking up at Lewis, who had his head thrown back, mouth open slightly in silent moans and his eyes shut tightly.

Lewis came with a second thought, his cum spilling onto his own shirt as well as Jenson's and his hand.

Jenson gradually sped down his hand to slowly help Lewis down from his high, his eyes eventually only focusing on the way his hand looked so big on Lewis' waist- focusing on how good it felt having Lewis in his hands- and not just his dick.

Lewis panted heavily as he slumped against Jenson's body, Jenson wiping his cum covered hand on the back of Lewis' shirt, knowing they have to thrown it to wash anyways.

Jenson tried to pull Lewis away from his body, but was only met with Lewis tightening his arms around his neck.

"Don't let go," He mumbled softly against Jenson's neck "I haven't helped you yet either"

"No need. You'll help me later," Jenson chuckled softly, helping Lewis properly into his pants again, afterwards placing his hands back onto Lewis' waist, stroking him softly.

[muldj0rd]

"I don't have a favourite ship. I love them all equally," I say as I almost wrote Nico instead of Jenson in a slagclaren fic

[muldj0rd]

thank you so so much for the slagclaren food; been great to see your fics in the tag! would you please treat us to some slagclaren with JB in a dress..? (context below lol)

https://www.tumblr.com/yuzuchupachups/654776391676706817/jenson-you-seriously-bonus-x?source=share

Bet you'd like to see me in this || Slagclaren

Summary: Lewis leaned down, taking both Jenson's hands and pinned them above his head, his forehead pressing against Jenson's exposed shoulder, fighting the urge to bite him- to mark him. Mark him as his territory. Maybe then all the grid girls would just leave him alone and not have their dirty hands all over him.

Warnings: Anal, anal fingering, feminization, top Lewis, bottom Jenson, McLaren era, jealous Lewis, Lewis accidentally bit through Jenson's skin

Masterlist || AO3

"Come on, Jenson, it can't be that bad," Lewis chuckled softly as he heard Jenson's groan from the bathroom.

'Bet you'd like to see me in this' Jenson said earlier at their photoshoot about a white dress… Or something like that.

"I look horrible," Jenson's whine was muffled from the other room.

"Just get out here," Lewis chuckled again, crossing his legs from where he sat on the foot of the bed.

Lewis straightened his back slightly as he heard the door getting unlocked and saw the door open slightly.

He pressed his lips tightly together, not because he was trying to suppress a laugh, but because Jenson looked so good like that, in the white dress.

"Don't laugh at me," Jenson whined, sitting beside Lewis, putting his face in his hands.

"I'm not laughing at you, Jense," Lewis said, trying not to blush, even though he knew it would be impossible for Jenson to see even if he did.

"I can see it on you. The way you're pressing your lips together," Jenson said as he lifted his head to look at Lewis.

"I'm not laughing at you," Lewis said, stern enough for Jenson to see he was genuine.

"You're not?" Jenson asked confused, his eyebrows knitted together.

"No," Lewis realised how close they were sitting, but it seemed like Jenson didn't.

Jenson didn't have the time to realise how close they were sitting before Lewis was kissing him.

He didn't think as he kissed Lewis back, putting one of his hands on the side of Lewis's neck, the other supporting his weight on the bed.

The kiss quickly heated, Lewis moving to hover over Jenson, pushing him down softly to lay on his back.

Jenson had his hands on Lewis' back, trying to pull his shirt off but without much success.

Lewis chuckled as he leaned slightly back, pulled off his shirt and threw it to the floor.

Jenson reached out to touch Lewis but was quickly dismissed as Lewis flipped him around to lie on his stomach.

The younger pushed up the skirt of the dress to be around Jenson's waist.

"Should've worn panties. You'd look much better," Lewis hummed with a soft smirk as he leaned down to place a soft kiss between Jenson's exposed shoulder blades.

Jenson whined softly when Lewis stepped back to walk over to his suitcase.

He came back with a half-empty bottle of luv, throwing it to be placed beside Jenson's body.

Lewis wrapped his hands around Jenson's hips, pulling him further down the bed, his feet now planted on the floor.

"Lift your hips," Lewis said as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Jenson's boxers.

Jenson lifted his hips slightly up from the bed, letting Lewis pull his boxers down to his mid-thighs letting them stay there.

Lewis took the lube bottle from where it lay popping open the cab, squirting some on his fingers, trying to warm it up.

Jenson whimpered softly at the feeling of the cold lube around his hole, his hands fisting in the sheets, face pressed down into the bed as well.

"Shh. I got you, love," Lewis said softly, slowly pushing a finger into Jenson, waiting for him to get adjusted before slowly moving.

The older moaned softly as Lewis pushed in a second finger slowly, the stretch feeling like heaven.

Jenson bucked his hips slightly, trying to move back against Lewis' hand, but it only made his dick rub against the bed- nothing he was complaining about as t gave him more pleasure, he was complaining about Lewis not curling his fingers to search for his prostate.

Lewis saw the signs, saw how eager Jenson was for him to hit just the right spot, he gave in eventually, curling his fingers. It took him a few tries, but he managed to find Jenson's prostate, knowing he had found it by the moan Jenson let out and the slight jerk of his body.

"Please," Jenson whimpered, teeth digging into the sheets where they were bunched up in his hands, knuckles turning whiter than they were already.

"So eager," Lewis chuckled, slowly pulling his fingers out, and wiping them clean on Jenson's left cheek before he went to unbuckle his belt.

He didn't push his pants and boxers all the way down, only enough to get his dick out and so his belt would slap against Jenson's body and hurt him.

Lewis gave himself a few firm strokes with lube on his hand before he lined himself up with Jenson's gaping hole.

Jenson reached out behind him with one hand, holding onto one of Lewis', Lewis' other hand guiding himself into Jenson, pulling a soft moan from them both.

Lewis held his hips still as he waited for Jenson to adjust, the hand around his own tight, nails digging into his skin, sure to leave marks behind.

Jenson gave out a soft yelp as Lewis slowly started moving, his back arching slightly, shivering slightly as Lewis' cold, free hand pushed down against his lower back, keeping him pressed against the bed.

"Fuck- Please, Lew. Faster, please," Jenson whimpered, trying so hard not to beg like crazy.

Lewis quickly gave in, a soft chuckle leaving his lips at the soft plea, his hips moving faster and harder, soft grunts and moans leaving his lips, drawing out louder moans and more high-pitched whines from the older.

At every thrust, Jenson was moving against the bed, his dick rubbing against the sheets, giving him that extra pleasure, drawing him quickly close to his orgasm.

Lewis leaned down, taking both Jenson's hands and pinned them above his head, his forehead pressing against Jenson's exposed shoulder, fighting the urge to bite him- to mark him. Mark him as his territory. Maybe then all the grid girls would just leave him alone and not have their dirty hands all over him.

"Fuck, you feel so good, baby," Lewis groaned, his hips snapping slightly faster, their shared sounds and the slapping of skin against skin filling the room.

It was as if the words snapped something inside Jenson because he came the second Lewis stopped speaking, his body shaking as his cum soaked the sheets beneath him, now sticking to his stomach.

Lewis chuckled softly, which was immediately covered by a groan as he neared his orgasm. He couldn't hold back the urge anymore and bit down into Jenson's bare shoulder as he came, drawing a whine from the man beneath him.

He let go of Jenson's hand, feeling his body go limp beneath him, both their breathing heavy as they slowly came down from their highs.

Lewis leaned back, still buried inside Jenson. He wiped his thumb across the bite mark, having maybe, possibly, accidentally bitten through his skin,

"Ups," Lewis chuckled quietly, wiping the slight blood away.

"Yeah, that hurt by the way," Jenson sighed, leaning into Lewis' touch as he leaned down to kiss the spot softly.

"Come on, big boy. Shower," Lewis said as he slowly pulled out of Jenson, a trail of cum leaking out of him.

[muldj0rd]

https://pin.it/3oE89k80T

He wants that cookie so damn bad

We all want that cookie so damn bad 😔✋

[muldj0rd]

https://www.tumblr.com/lewisinho/732600854079766528/slagclaren-i-must-say-you-are-iconic

Post Mexican gp 2023 interviews

Ride me like you used to || Slagclaren

Summary: "I was trying to drive like you," The words kept being stuck in Jenson's head long after the interview. "I want you to ride me like you used to." He knew he couldn't say the words; they were on live TV after all, but he wanted to say them.

Warnings: Anal, anal fingering, top Jenson, bottom Lewis, Mercedes Lewis, retired Jenson, cockwarming

Masterlist || AO3

"I was trying to drive like you," The words kept being stuck in Jenson's head long after the interview. "I want you to ride me like you used to." He knew he couldn't say the words; they were on live TV after all, but he wanted to say them.

Jenson found out which club Lewis went out to that night from a friend of a friend and took advantage of it, going to that same club.

"Aren't you a little old to be clubbing?" Lewis teased as Jenson slid in beside him where he sat.

Jenson didn't answer, "'I was trying to drive like you'?" he chuckled softly, taking a sip of

"Did I say something wrong?" Lewis chuckled, confused.

Jenson hesitated slightly. He leaned in, his mouth just by Lewis' ear and his hand on his thigh, "I want you to ride me like you used to," He whispered.

Lewis' breath hitched slightly, leaning into Jenson's touch "You want me…"

"I want you to ride me, yes. Just like you used to. See it as a form to celebrate your p2," Jenson said teasingly, squeezing Lewis' thigh softly, making him close his legs as he kissed his neck softly.

Lewis arched his neck slightly to give Jenson more space. Jenson's hand slid further up Lewis' thigh, forcing him to open up as his kisses got open-mouthed along his neck.

"Okay, okay. Just… Just don't. Not here," Lewis panted softly, pushing Jenson slightly away, hoping nobody had seen and recognised them.

Lewis paid his tab and left with Jenson in a cab, paying the driver a heavy sum to keep quiet about how Jenson was practically eating Lewis' neck in the back seat.

Jenson had Lewis pressed up against the wall the moment the hotel door was closed, shoving his tongue into the younger man's mouth, drawing a soft moan from him.

"Jense- please," Lewis gasped softly as Jenson's hands went under his shirt, cold hands making goosebumps rise on his skin.

"Be patient, love," Jenson chuckled softly, Lewis lifting his arms so Jenson could pull off his shirt.

"I can't," Lewis moaned softly as Jenson leaned down to kiss softly at his neck again "Please," He whined, fisting his hands in the front of Jenson's shirt.

Jenson chuckled, leaning back from Lewis, slowly taking off his shirt, making sure never to break eye contact with Lewis.

Lewis immediately backed Jenson up, pushing him softly onto the bed before straddling his hips.

"You're gonna have to get the lube, love," Jenson chuckled, his hands working on Lewis' belt, the kiss not breaking once.

Lewis whined softly, trying to get his tongue into Jenson's mouth, but was only met with the older man pushing him slightly away, causing him to whine louder.

"You're sitting on me, Lewis, I can't get it," Jenson chuckled softly "And we can't do shit without it," Lewis got up, despite his frustrations.

Lewis had pushed down his pants as he got to Jenson's suitcase and pushed down his boxers once he got back to the bed. God, he had missed the sight of Jenson naked. The sight alone could make him come if he didn't hold back.

"You're gonna get over here, pretty boy?" Jenson chuckled softly as Lewis was just frozen in place, looking at Jenson's naked form as if he was taking mental pictures.

Lewis nodded, not being able to form any words as he got back onto the bed, straddling Jenson's hips, handing him the bottle of lube.

Jenson immediately popped open the bottle, Lewis leaning back to give Jenson space and access.

Lewis gasped softly as Jenson pressed his lubed-up fingers against his hole, circling him to smear around the cold liquid, trying to relax him at the same time.

"Fuck, I missed this feeling," Jenson sighed, Lewis moaning softly as the older slowly pushed a single finger into him.

"Missed you," Lewis whimped softly as Jenson slowly started moving his finger, twisting it in the meantime, trying to stretch him out enough for a second finger.

"Please," Lewis almost begged, convincing Jenson enough to push in a second finger, the younger whining in pleasure.

Lewis' nails dug into Jenson's shins, his hips ground down against Jenson's hand, trying to get him to his that perfect spot.

Much to Lewis' disappointment, it didn't work, not even when Jenson added a third finger- Lewis' body giving a slight jerk from the action.

Jenson continued to move his fingers until Lewis was stretched out around his fingers before he slowly pulled them out, wiping them clean on the younger thigh.

"Jense," Lewis whined, leaning forward, bracing his hands on Jenson's chest, his eyes shut softly.

"Come on, love. Lean back again, I need space," Jenson chuckled softly, pushing Lewis back softly again.

"Please, hurry," Lewis begged, his head rolled back as he listened to the sound of Jenson opening the lube bottle back open.

"You're so impatient," Jenson sighed with a soft smirk, giving himself a few strokes before pressing the head against Lewis' hole softly.

"Mh- fuck," Lewis whined high-pitched as he felt Jenson's dick push past the ring of muscles.

Jenson had one hand around the base of himself, the other on Lewis' hip, guiding him down onto him, stopping every now and then to let him adjust fully.

"Jense. Need- please, need you," Lewis whined impatiently, almost begging.

"Baby, slow down. You need to adjust first. You've not even taken all yet," Jenson groaned softly as Lewis forced himself down the rest of the way.

"Please," Lewis cried out when Jenson's hands were tight around his hips, preventing him from moving.

"Fuck, you're impossible," Jenson chuckled as he allowed Lewis to start moving slowly, but making sure it was slow.

"Please, Jense. Please, let me move," Lewis begged, his eyes closed, small sounds leaving his slightly parted lips.

"Then go slow. You can that for me, right, love?" Jenson asked softly, Lewis nodding his head eagerly as he leaned forward, putting his hands on Jenson's chest, his nails digging into his skin as he moved a little faster.

"You're doing so good, baby," Jenson praised softly when Lewis slowly started bouncing on Jenson instead of moving back and forth.

"Can I go faster, please?" Lewis asked softly, whimpered softly at the praise.

"You can go faster," The older chuckled softly at Lewis' soft question.

Lewis wasted no time, immediately moving faster, Jenson holding onto his hips, making sure he didn't go too fast.

"Jense, please," Lewis moaned softly as he angled his hips so that Jenson was hitting his prostate.

"You're so impatient," Jenson groaned softly as he felt Lewis' walls clench down around him.

"Please, I just- fuck. I just… Please," Lewis babbled out, his body shaking slightly from the need of moving faster.

"Fine, just be careful," Jenson allowed, Lewis immediately moving faster, both men's moans getting louder as Lewis' spot was hit just right.

"Fuck- Jense, please. Baby, please," Lewis moaned out, leaning back so his prostate was getting hit better with every thrust.

Jenson's back arched slightly, one hand around Lewis' neglected dick, moving to the same speed as his thrusts.

"Fuck, yes. Please," Lewis moaned loudly, body shaking as he neared his orgasm, pre-cum leaking down onto Jenson's hand.

"Come for me, love," Jenson encouraged, Lewis not hesitating once as he came, Jenson's name leaving his mouth like a lewd prayer.

"That's it, baby," Jenson praised as he slowed down his hand, pulling Lewis down from his orgasm slowly.

It didn't take long for Jenson to come as well, holding Lewis' hips tight against his own as he came deep inside of him.

Lewis collapsed softly down onto Jenson's chest, breathing In the scent of his cologne mixed with sweat in the crook of his neck.

Jenson allowed Lewis to lay like that for a minute or so before he went to pull out.

"No, please, don't. Let me stay like this, please," Lewis whimpered, trying to hold onto Jenson.

"Baby, I need to pull out. We'll get an UTI," Jenson chuckled softly, trying to pull out again, but Lewis wasted stubborn as always.

"Just for a little while?" Lewis asked softly, a soft breath leaving his lips.

"Fine," Jenson sighed with a soft chuckle, Lewis letting out a relieved breath as his fingertips ghosted up and down his back softly.

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Lowkey thinking about early 2000s Williams with Mark Webber and Nico rosberg those two HAD TO be on some freaky shit

Fr. And I can just imagine Lewis finding out about it, and years later he’s still mad about it and that’s how 2016 happened… Okay that part was a joke, but Lewis would definitely still be mad about it years later

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no way! are you Maxillness????? Omg I love that acc!!! please come back 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 july is soo far away

Thank you so much. July is too far away 😔✋

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i loveee ur writing 💕🩷

do you only write yaoi? I really wanted to see a slagclaren x reader 😁

@maxillness is my x Reader account. I don’t currently post any fics on there, only random thoughts or life updates, but I am starting to post on there in July

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https://www.tumblr.com/yuzuchupachups/743400160484327424/jenson-button-meets-lewis-hamilton-part-1-part-2

Slagclaren smut post interview maybe?🙏

Bedroom eyes || Slagclaren

Summary: "By average, a car is 1.7 meters wide- with the doors, we won't be able to fit," Jenson lifted his head to look at Lewis, who, for once, was saying something smart "I looked it up once," He shrugged.

"God, it's hot when you're smart,"

Warnings: Anal, anal fingering, top Jenson, bottom Lewis, Mercedes Lewis, retired Jenson, set at the 2018 British Grand Prix, car sex, semi public (empty parking lot)

God, Lewis felt good after his pole position at his home race. Jenson felt good too, not because Lewis was on pole- Well, also that, but more so that he got to interview him afterwards.

And the interview in the car afterwards? He could not keep his eyes off of him nor his thoughts clean. One of those thoughts was about how he just wanted to take Lewis right here and now in the car in front of every fan outside.

Lewis noticed this, because of course he did, Jenson wasn't exactly subtle about, but he tried to ignore it, even though it was so hard to do.

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Lewis had to stay behind to do debrief, and knowing Lewis, he stayed even longer than that, watching qualifying and practice back to look at what he could improve.

Jenson stayed behind that long as well, not caring how long he had to wait, he just wanted a piece of Lewis, even if he had to wait an eternity.

"What are you still doing here?" Lewis chuckled softly, the empty parking lot almost dark as he walked up to Jenson standing by his car.

"I was waiting for you," He said as he shoved his phone into his pocket.

"For me?" Lewis asked confused. Jenson merely hummed before he had gripped Lewis, pushing him softly up against the car. He took Lewis' cap into his hand before kissing him passionately.

Lewis yelped softly at the motion but he immediately kissed Jenson back, his hands on the older's waist, trying to pull him closer.

"I want you. Right here, right now," Jenson mumbled as he mouthed down Lewis' neck.

"Here? Now? In the car?" Lewis panted confused, his hands going up to Jenson's biceps.

"Mhm," Jenson hummed, his hands squeezing Lewis' hips softly.

"By average, a car is 1.7 meters wide- with the doors, we won't be able to fit," Jenson lifted his head to look at Lewis, who, for once, was saying something smart "I looked it up once," He shrugged.

"God, it's hot when you're smart," Jenson chuckled, kissing Lewis more tenderly than he did before "Get in," He said, reaching behind Lewis for the door handle.

"Do you even-" "Yes, I have lube," Lewis didn't ask further questions, he just got into the back seat of the car, catching his cap that Jenson threw at him before he got into the car as well.

Jenson immediately moved Lewis to lay on his back, spreading his legs to make space for himself, leaning down to kiss at his neck, hands quickly unbuckling Lewis' belt.

"Jense, be slow. I have to race tomorrow," Lewis panted softly, arching his neck to give him more access.

"Don't worry, love. I'll go slow and soft," Jenson promised, pulling down Lewis' pants and boxers slowly, Lewis lifting his hips slightly.

Jenson reached into the front seat, getting the bottle of lube and turned back. The sight of Lewis like this, half naked, shirt pushed up to around his waist, was sure to make Jenson come if he didn't have the self-control he had.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," Jenson said breathlessly, squirting some of the lube onto his fingers.

Lewis whimpered at Jenson's words, covering his face with his hands as he pressed his fingers against his hole, smearing the lube around his rim, trying to relax him.

"Come on, love, let me see you," Jenson hummed, trying to pull Lewis' hands away from his face without falling forwards.

Lewis whined softly as he moved his hands, grabbing the edge and backrest of the seats, moaning softly as Jenson pushed in a finger, his back arching slightly.

He cursed softly as Jenson slowly started moving his finger, hips trying to ground down against his hands.

"Just lay still, love," Jenson hummed, slowly pushing in a second finger, making Lewis bite down onto his bottom lip, trying not to be too loud, they were still in public after all.

"Jense, please," Lewis gasped as Jenson curled his fingers up to hit his prostate "Please, need you," He moaned, trying so hard to keep quiet.

"You sound so beautiful, baby," Jenson chuckled softly, pulling his fingers out slowly when Lewis was stretched out enough.

Jenson leaned back, wiping his fingers clean on Lewis' inner thigh before his hands went to his belt, quickly pushing his pants and boxers down enough to get his dick out.

He poured some lube onto his hand, slowly stroking himself a few times to cover himself, making sure not to hurt Lewis in any way.

Jenson scooted closer in between Lewis' thighs, lining himself up with his hole. He slowly pushed into Lewis, holding eye contact with him as they both moaned softly.

Jenson stilled his hips, giving Lewis enough time to adjust before he slowly started moving, one hand grabbing the bag seat tightly, his other hand against the window that was fogged up from their body heat.

"Faster, please," Lewis moaned softly, his hands fisting in the back of Jenson's shirt, scrunching it up his body.

"Are you sure?" He asked softly, knowing that the younger had to drive tomorrow.

"Yes, fuck, just a little though," Lewis whimpered, bucking his hips up to meet Jenson half way.

Jenson gave in, moving a little faster and harder, but not enough for Lewis not being able to walk tomorrow, still keeping it rather slow.

Jenson groaned softly as he felt Lewis clench down around him, pulling him closer to his orgasm.

He took his wet hand from the window, pushing Lewis' shirt up further before wrapping his hand around Lewis' neglected dick, causing him to yelp from the sudden cold, but was quickly overwritten by pleasure as Jenson moved his hand.

"Jense, baby, please," Lewis moaned, his body shaking slightly as his dick was leaking down Jenson'd hand with pre-cum.

"Come for me, love. I'm not stopping you," Jenson moaned softly, his thrusts getting sloppy and uncoordinated as he got impossibly close to his orgasm, but he wanted Lewis to come first.

It didn't take long before Lewis came, his body shaking, nails digging into Jenson's back if it wasn't for his shirt between them, his cum spilling onto his stomach where Jenson had pushed it up, some running down onto the older's hand.

"That's it," Jenson praised in a groan, quickly coming after as well, pressing his hips against Lewis' behind, coming deep inside of him.

Jenson felt his arms weeks. He softly laid down ontop of Lewis, not even caring about the cum now sticking to his shirt.

"Should've done this a lot sooner," Jenson chuckled softly, his head in the crook of Lewis' neck, legs bent so he could fit.