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Hello!! How are you

Could i ask for one where reader and colapinto are best friends and always flirting until reader gets tired of it and decided to go on a date and franco dont like it? With happy ending he thank you!

pairing: franco colapinto x fem!reader

summary: you and franco flirt all the time, knowing you'll never cross the line of friendship until one night franco gets mad at you for dating, giving you a hell of a happy ending.

warnings: best friends, flirting, smut, hot moments, jealousy, soft kissing and tongue kissing, hair pulling, rear end fucking, anal sex/anal insertion, happy ending, neck grabbing, genital fluids, masturbation.

author's note: maybe the anonymous person wants it to be fluff, but when i read this request, i couldn't help but write a nice happy ending based on Franco ending up doing everything mentioned in the warnings... i have to say, i'm still not convinced by this os/fic, but i hope you like it, anonymous! and that others like it too! <3 don't forget to like and reblog. if you want to make your request, the message box appears on my profile!

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Saturday afternoon, after having a crazy party the night before, where you and Franco had crossed the line of friendship through flirting and nothing more. It was just an exchange of words where you gave him the best possible hint to get him to kiss you, but he refused because, according to him, 'you were both too drunk to cross that fine line that separates you in friendship.'

So, you decided to put him on a queen sergeant mission so he could admit that, despite the flirting or affectionate comments, there was always something beyond just being best friends for six years.

You were in another room at the hotel where the two of them and other drivers reside during the racing season, and right now they were in Italy, Monza.

Besides, why couldn't you treat yourself to dinner with a classy Italian to make your best friend jealous? The truth is, you were tired of giving it your all and then having him back down to put the brakes on a future relationship that could work.

You have to show him that you're no longer the teenager who always has to hound him like a lapdog. You have to be strong, determined, and resolute in your adulthood. You're an adult now, dammit! Put on that damn dress and go flirt with handsome Italian men, please.

Looking in the mirror for the last time, you take a quick look at the floral dress that contrasts with the Monza dusk and your hair tied in a neat but almost loose bun, with a pair of white flowers as hairpins.

You grabbed your purse, the keycard to unlock your room, and just in case, your cell phone; sometimes, dangerous situations or last-minute emergencies can arise.

You left the room, walking down the hall to go down the stairs and meet Lando, who seemed to have seen something so beautiful—of course, knowing that you didn't dress so elegant or formal for any normal or special occasion—for the first time.

"Wow, you look... amazing." Lando notes, his mouth still ajar.

"Thanks, Lan. Are you going to Franco's room?" You asked. Of course, since his best friend started racing Formula One, he'd struck up a close friendship with the British McLaren driver.

"Y-yeah... Yeah, i was about to go until we ran into each other... You know," Lando answers, a little nervously. He swallows, closing his mouth and putting his hands in his back pocket. "I'm actually curious to know: Where are you going?"

"Oh... On a date"

"On a date? With who? Does Franco know?" Lando asked with a quickness that was too curious and interesting. You frowned, and he, seeing that, retracted his question. "Sorry, i didn't mean to pry, but you know... I mean, if something happens to you, Franco will know where you are."

You smiled inwardly, knowing the brit might go to the room and tell Franco about the date... And that's exactly what you wanted. It's part of the mission, right?

You crossed your arms, shrugging and sighing a little. "It's just... I wasn't going to tell him because, you know, Franco tends to underestimate himself a bit," you pointed out. "Besides, i don't think he'd care either. It's not like i'm saying that the guy i'm going out with is an Italian with brown hair and eyes who's two heads taller than me."

Lando opened his eyes, surprised by your taste in men, which was very different because you always described your standard and when you did, it coincided with the characteristics that Franco had of himself.

"Okay... Ah..." He didn't know what to say and stood still, too quiet to be real.

"Yeah... Okay, well, i'll go. I'm running a little late for my appointment." You informed him to leave, leaving Lando alone as you left the hotel, feeling the warm freshness of Italy on your shoulders.

Two hours later.

During the date, you were too comfortable and relaxed with the Italian guy. He was very gentlemanly, cool, friendly along with a hundred other green flag characteristics that were correctly in place.

He offered to escort you to the hotel when you left the nice and homey restaurant until Franco was already standing there, with a deeply serious expression.

You stopped when you saw your best friend still, leaning against the lamppost, staring at the guy you were dating. Your heart pounded inside your chest. Your body burned in an inexplicable way, but you understood a little why.

"Are you okay?" the Italian boy asked, seeing your worried face.

When he looked up to see Franco, he took a step forward to defend you just in case, but you stopped him:

"No, don't worry. He's my best friend," you hastened to clarify, sighing. "Sometimes he has... You know, bipolar disorder. His mood changes depending on how his head is going," you lied.

You couldn't tell him the truth, knowing Colapinto was beyond jealous because you'd never seen him so serious in his life, and now, the vein in his temple was slightly bulging, ready to pop. You decided to say goodbye to the boy, seeing him give you a worried look but accepting defeat, leaving.

As you approached Franco, you could see him giving you that look of 'i'm going to fuck you against the bed until you scream my name' and 'i hope you take the consequences of not telling me.'

And anyway, you got turned on.

"Lando told you, right?" You asked.

"I'm supposed to be your best friend. Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, arms crossed.

"Because it's not important that i tell you, you know that you don't care much who i go out with" You declared, seeing how he came a little closer, standing up so that you understood that you were the casualty of friendship.

"Of course i care, boluda" He mumbled, using his typical Argentine nickname that made you wet your pussy every time he emphasized his accent. "I'm supposed to know why you're dating other people and not me."

You frowned, not understanding. "What are you talking about? You're not supposed to cross the line of friendship."

"And who said i didn't want to cross it?" Franco asked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Because i'd love to cross that line if i have to fuck you against the fucking bed and make you scream my name so i know who you belong to, pendeja de mierda"

A chill ran down your spine, making you shiver a little and feel him put a hand on your waist, pulling you closer to his body.

How did he say what he just said? He's supposed to never cross the line... But what if...?

"You'd never fuck me. You don't have the balls to kiss me when he asks you to the night before." You pushed him away, walking towards the path that led to the hotel.

Despite wanting to be far away, Franco grabs you by the nape of your neck to turn you around and give you a soft kiss that slowly turned into a rough one, nibbling your lower lip to slip his tongue in, savoring everything your mouth held before him.

The silence of Italy filled the sexual and tense moment they were having. Pushed against the lamppost, feeling Franco grab your neck to control you at will was one of the sexiest things in the world.

"Franco..." You moaned against his lips, causing the Argentinian to spit out your mouth and kiss you faster, more slowly. There was so much hunger at stake, and you couldn't hold back any longer. "Take me to your room... To your bed... With you."

Franco did it with great pleasure, as he didn't hesitate to bend down a little and carry you over his shoulder as he walked quickly to the hotel, where—in less than seven minutes—they were already inside. He took the shortcut of taking the elevator and couldn't hold back the urge to fuck you right there while they waited to reach the 21st floor.

And even though the wait was taking a while, you were already moaning loudly because without thinking, he was fucking you against the elevator wall, pressing the side of your head against you as he moved inside you, thrusting fast, full, and deep. Showing who had the power right now.

"Franco! Fuck, i needed you so much" You moaned in high-pitched squeals, biting your lip to keep quiet.

Colapinto grabs you by the neck, pressing your back against his chest as he lifts your dress, revealing your breasts bouncing from the rough thrusts made by the clash of skin. The noise came from the movement of your buttocks against your best friend's pelvis.

"Don't bite your lip, you fucking whore. Keep moaning like the slut you are..." Franco murmurs against your ear, biting your earlobe to release it and move his other hand, masturbating the core of your clitoris.

"Fran... Oh god." You gasped, hyperventilating from the lack of air, as the loud moans you'd let out earlier turned into a tremor of intense desire and pleasure Colapinto was generating with his masturbation. "Don't stop, please."

Franco had no better idea than to pull his cock out of your pussy and shove it into your ass, making you arch your back and throw your head back. He was so incessant in satisfying your needs that he let go of your neck to lean you back, put you on all fours in the elevator, and pull your hair while he spanked you in an incredible way.

"When we get to the bedroom, i want to see you on your knees, begging for more. Did you hear me?" Franco asked, scruffy, fucking you from behind as he let out a couple of moans of pleasure from your ass clenching around the skin of his cock.

"Isn't this supposed to be punishment for my... My bad behavior in not telling you anything?" You asked between moans and small screams.

"No, of course not. This is just the beginning, you fucking bitch." Fran whispers against your ear. "And i hope you enjoy every fucking second because you're going to lose your voice the next day.

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perhaps some lando x leclerc!reader

pairing: lando norris x leclerc!reader

summary: being charles leclerc's sister wasn't so bad, you would always get a good reward.

warnings: smut, horniness, fluff, oral sex, dirty talk, vulgar language, flirting, light kisses, french kisses, neck hickeys, cumshot, hot treat, p inside v, blowjob, consent given, spanking, cowgirl position, semi-public, tenderness, light spanking/whipping, squeezing the bottom.

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author's note: i'm letting you know that english isn't my best language, but i always accept edits to help me improve. i hope you like this os/fic that an anonymous person requested. <3

It's the Monaco Grand Prix, and your brother Charles has won the first place finish, placing very well on the podium. You decided to come down from where you were so you could film your older brother's big moment.

Although you also noticed that Lando was on the podium as well, with a third position. You couldn't lie, the British McLaren driver is too hot to be true, and you knew he had a giant piece under his suit.

After congratulating Charles on his victory and being completely ignored by him, you felt someone staring at you, so you turned around and could see Lando in the distance, giving you that genuinely mischievous smile.

You decided to be discreet and went into the McLaren garage to feel someone pulling you by the arm to take you to the small room that every driver has.

The atmosphere is charged with a perverse sexual tension, A chemistry that's too intense. Excitement runs down your spine when you feel a pair of soft, tender kisses on the back of your neck.

"To think your brother ignored you..." Lando whispers, continuing the kisses. "Actually, it's not so much a shame. I have you here with me. All to myself."

"Lando..." You gasped a little from the heat on your skin, you felt your body burning with each pleasurable kiss that was placed on you.

"Yes, darling?" Lando asks quietly.

When you turn around, you can see the most beautiful green eyes mixed with blue. you've ever seen. He smiles when he notices your fascination with him.

"I missed you so much," you whispered, giving him a small kiss on the lips to feel Lando's hands, go down your sides and squeeze your hips, bringing you closer to him.

"Oh, yeah?" Lando murmured flirtatiously.

"Yeah."

"You missed me, huh? What did you miss most about me, my princess?" He asked, starting to place kisses on your collarbone, moving your hair to push it back.

You let out a sharp gasp, taking a few steps back, pressing your back against the locked door.

You feel incredibly amazed, loved, and best of all, you know he's going to give you all the affection and great sex in the world just to make it clear that he cares so much about you.

Now you feel your heart racing, feeling the adrenaline rush knowing you're in a place that's almost public yet private, but despite all that, you don't give a damn: you needed him, your favorite brit.

You placed one of your hands on the back of his head and with the other, decided to massage the bulge visible under his pilot's suit. Yes, Lando had been hard ever since he grabbed your arm to lead you to the break room, away from the gossiping eyes that were ruining your moment.

"You're a shameless, my princess," Lando whispers, placing kisses on your neck.

You moaned into the brunette's ear. Your right hand squeezed the bulge even harder, making Lando's cock stand out even more through his suit. He let out a soft grunt, filled with easy pleasure.

You never thought about this moment. You and Lando weren't a couple, but you both wanted to be, despite the reputations at stake. And that didn't matter; what mattered most to you was enjoying every moment you shared so you could remember them as the best days of your lives in the future.

"Lando... Don't stop" You gasped in search of more things and he was going to give it to you without thinking twice.

He squeezed your ass right now, giving you a few gentle spanks while you couldn't control yourself, as your moans sounded tender and you were ecstatic.

You walked beside him to push him against the black couch, opening his legs slightly and kneeling down as you slowly pulled down his pilot suit. His eyes watched your movements and he smirked, knowing that he had turned you into a girl full of mischief and pure shamelessness.

"Are you going to suck me off, princess?" Lando declared, though it sounded more like an obvious question. "Look what i've turned you into. You look like a cute little slutty princess looking for british cock."

"And you love everything i do," you said, leaving the suit at his ankles as you watched how the boxer was exploding with his cock under the fabric, suffocated and about to be released by her.

"Are you going to eat it all this time, or are you going to give up like last week?" Lando asked mockingly.

"I'll eat you whole, so you shut up already."

Lando lets out a deep moan as he feels your lips wrap around his entire cock and your tongue flicking over the tip, beginning to bob up and down your head as you enjoy sucking him off.

You roll your eyes as he grabs all your hair in a gentle tug, gently fucking your mouth a little, but at the same time, wanting you to make a few gurgles. Of course he was going to be sweet on you, but he didn't want to keep it that way for too long: Lando hoped he could make you his the way you deserve to feel a good cock in your pussy.

You felt him take the length of your mouth out and straddle you. He began to massage your ass vigorously until he saw you take off your shirt, revealing your lacy white bra. Your boobs were a gift from God in all their splendor.

"You want me to eat your breasts, huh? You really do. I can see the pleading in your eyes, princess." Lando signals with his words, placing kisses on the tops of your breasts, biting a little before starting back to his previous task: your neck.

He loved leaving hickeys on your neck knowing your older brother, Charles, would ask about it later.

In one swift motion, Norris slides your panties to one side to slide his index and middle fingers between your folds, feeling how wet and horny you are for him at this moment.

"Look how wet you are for me..." Lando whispers. "You can't wait for me to fuck you, can you?"

"You're a bastard... Don't torture me like that..." You mumbled breathily, letting out several high and low moans so that no one could hear that the two of you were practicing... Certain sexual activities in the room.

"I'm not going to torture you," he says, moving away from your neck to look at you with a burning hunger. "You know i'd give it to you without a second thought, princess."

"Put your cock in me. Now." You ordered, panting.

"How do i ask? Be polite to your boyfriend." Lando says, smiling when he saw the sparkle in your eyes, knowing you'd heard the word 'boyfriend'. You both knew you weren't anything, but he gave you hope. "Say 'please' and i'll let you ride me however you want."

Your pussy was dripping in a way you couldn't believe because the small vaginal fluid stained the skin of Lando's cock a little, making your folds slide a little over the length.

You watch as the british man pulls two fingers out of your core and brings them to his mouth to taste some of your fluids, and he smiles when he tastes the liquid.

"Please... Let me ride you," you begged, watching as he positioned his cock at your pussy hole and slowly lowered your hips.

You moaned as you felt your walls tighten while Lando let out a deep growl, visualizing the expression on his future girlfriend's face, her eyes rolling in pleasure, her mouth open and her head thrown back... It was all pure perfection.

Sometimes, being Charles's sister was almost too much of a blessing, because you had prizes where you enjoyed a ton of situations like these. No matter where you were, you let yourself be carried away by Lando and his perverse, cheeky british thoughts.

Riding the love of your life is one of the best things in life. You could hear the slapping of skin, your pussy sliding more smoothly with his cock inside you, thrusting in and out smoothly, quickly, captivating you, making you feel an unforgettable experience.

Lando puts his hands behind his head, watching you ride him, how your breasts bounce in your bra and how your moans are high-pitched, full of strong pleasures. The McLaren driver doesn't hesitate to lower one of his hands to make you lower the straps of your bra, visualizing how your nipples are hard, how the fat of your tits are seen before him.

You kissed him with pleasure, resting your breasts on his chest while you jumped wanting to make him feel in fucking paradise and you knew that he loved it, that he loved this position because right now, he was gently strangling your neck, not wanting you to separate from the rough kiss.

"You're mine, princess," Lando murmurs between kisses.

"All yours, Lan..." You said between moans and hot kisses.

And so the two continued enjoying the ride, until they learned that hours later, Charles would find out that a formula one driver had been fucking his little sister for months.

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how about teammate reader 👀

Like taking out frustration on the teammate!reader after today's race

DOWNFORCE !!

mad max 𝒙 teammate!fem reader ⡡

[summary] the spanish grand prix couldn’t have gone any worse—at least not for Max. After losing his podium and receiving a well-deserved penalty, an uncontrollable rage begins to build inside him. But there’s one outlet for all that anger: his teammate.

[warnings] smut !! rough sex, degrading dirty talk, unprotected sex, p in v, choking, spitting, hair pulling, oral sex (male receiving) & face fucking, max is mean. Just a heads up, this fic might have some language mistakes. Spanish is my first language, and I usually write all my fics in Spanish first, then translate them myself with a lot of effort. Sorry if anything sounds off or if there are mistakes.

[notes] I’ll admit it, Mad Max is my not-so-guilty pleasure. 🤭 The angrier he gets, the more I just want him to fuck me senseless. By the way, I’m a huge fan of Max x teammate reader!! How about we turn it into an au? Drop your naughty ideas for the next parts.

It had been a tough race week for Red Bull… Well, for everyone—except you.

You spent all sixty-six laps fighting for the lead, going wheel-to-wheel with Oscar Piastri, who never stopped challenging for first place. The cars overtook each other several times until the safety car was deployed. From that moment on, your job was to hold position, right behind Oscar.

Throughout the entire weekend, you did everything perfectly. Flawless qualifying, flawless overtakes. You even took home a nice little trophy for pole position, adding another one to your growing collection. Winning was inevitable; you were the favorite to fight for the race, and by the final laps, you had already been voted Driver of the Day. The race was going well—truly great, actually… at least, until the very end.

The drama began as soon as the green flag was waved again in the final laps. Max, your teammate who was running in third place, was forced to make a risky move that allowed Charles Leclerc to overtake him. As if that wasn’t enough, Max unfairly took the position from George Russell, which led the team to pressure him into giving it back. Amid protests and frustration, the Dutchman intentionally caused a minor collision with the Mercedes driver, effectively ruining his race. He received a ten-second penalty that dropped him to the last spot within the points.

Max couldn’t have been angrier. A large part of his fury stemmed from the unbearable envy that rose from deep within him as he watched his teammate get far luckier than he had.

You didn’t even see him storm out of his car—you were too busy celebrating a back-to-back victory that bumped you up in the standings, now nearly tied with Max in points.

He would never be happy for you. Never. His only desire is to defeat you, no matter the cost. He can’t stand having to compete with you. He knows he’s better than you, and he makes sure you know it every time you’re alone — even when you’re disoriented — because his hands between your legs silence any attempt at protest.

And that’s how it’s been since you joined the team, unfortunately. For him, it was easy to throw hurtful words at you, wait for your protest, and then break you down for reacting “rudely.” You had to settle for anything less than what he had—because otherwise, he’d use you until you couldn’t even stand. You’d be lying if you said you haven’t stolen positions from him on purpose at least once, just to piss him off. His irritating side scared you, but at the same time, it attracted you in a strange way.

You’d lie with shameless ease if you said you weren’t fascinated by him.

He stormed into the team’s motorhome with indescribable rage. Deep down, you expected it. You were sipping from your bottle when the door slammed shut with force, leaving you stunned… just like so many other times. You wished you could say you’d never seen him like this, but this scene had played out more times than you’d like to admit.

But before you could complain or tell him to calm down, he grabbed your arm with a grip that burned against your skin. In one swift movement, he pushed you against the wall, his body practically pinning yours. With his height, build, and weight, he looked imposing… even intimidating, especially to your eyes that shone like those of a cornered puppy.

“Don’t you got anything to say to me?” he asked, and your mind filled with questions. Did you have to say something? Offer your condolences, maybe? But it hadn’t even been your fault. You were just faster, and that’s why you ended up in first place.

“What do you want me to say?” you asked, your face serious, almost like you were spitting it out. “That you screwed up your own race ’cause of your fucking selfish ass? That now you’ve got the noose around your neck ’cause you’re just one point away from getting banned and not being able to race?”

And you almost let out a moan when he tangled a hand in your hair and pulled it with little delicacy, tearing a whimper of pain from you. Max had many flaws, and one of the most obvious was that he couldn’t stand being told things as they were.

Another of his problems — and no less serious — was his inability to control how irritable he could get. He was like a harmless matchstick until it fell on four gasoline tanks. Because when he got angry, he exploded in ways you had never witnessed before. It was almost as if he completely lost control, as if something inside him was unleashed without restraint.

“What did we say about being cheeky?” he says seriously, barely opening his eyes, a spark of annoyance burning in his gaze. His other hand slowly descends, tracing your torso over the fireproof suit. The tips of his fingers barely brush your navel, and just the thought that he might keep going down makes you shiver uncontrollably.

With the same hand that just caressed you moments ago, he roughly squeezes your cheeks, enough to make your face ache.

“I’m gettin’ tired of havin’ to shut that little bitchy mouth of yours,” he spits out, and you could swear you hear his teeth grinding as he speaks.

He watches your face, how your pupils dilate, and for a moment, his anger fades away. But it’s just that: a moment. Then it returns, dragging him like a relentless wave, and it seems like he can only unleash it on you.

Suddenly, he’s kissing you. He does it with intensity, with force, even with an almost rough, dirty edge. There’s no trace of tenderness on his lips, only unrestrained desire as they move over yours. As always, you try to keep up with his pace. Your breath catches, your heart pounds violently against your chest, and a pleasurable sensation spreads through your whole body as he melts his mouth with yours.

According to him, it was the best way to let off steam. Every time a race didn’t go as he expected, he came back to you: to your lips, the way your body fit perfectly against his, and how well you welcomed him. You were almost like a drug, an addiction he always ended up relapsing into.

His tongue invades your mouth with an almost arrogant confidence, moving with a rhythm that leaves you breathless. You barely manage to keep up, softly gasping against his lips as he dominates you with every touch. If his tongue is already hard to bear, you don’t know how you’ll handle something much bigger pushing inside you. The thought makes you tremble, just as his tongue curls around yours—wet, firm, caressing it as if already rehearsing for something much deeper.

You feel your pussy throbbing. Well… actually, it wasn’t unexpected at all. The way he kissed you, how he grabbed your hair roughly and let slip degrading comments, without a doubt, triggered an immediate reaction between your legs. Your skin burned. You unconsciously squeeze your thighs as you hyperventilate, and yet you keep kissing him, even when it’s already hard to breathe.

Suddenly, he breaks the kiss that had you completely dazed and grabs your hair firmly again, while strands of saliva still hang from your lips. It was no longer just pain you felt: now it was rough, almost cruel. You softly moan, squinting your eyes from the discomfort.

“Get on your knees, liefje.” He orders, with an almost annihilating look, one of those that don’t need words to warn: do what I say or face the consequences.

And who were you to contradict one of his orders?

You can feel how hard he is beneath his clothes. He knew you would always be there to satisfy his desires, and he wasn’t wrong. Because you always were. Your hands slowly trace the edge of his fireproof pants, as if you were drawing a map you already knew by heart. His cock drips pre-cum, clearly visible through the thin fabric of his clothing.

However, his impatience betrays him, and he hates to see you make him wait, especially when he is consumed by desperation. As soon as his cock is free, you choke as you feel him push it all the way down your throat. For a moment, a gag reflex threatens to escape, but you manage to control it.

Max pants softly. He feels overwhelmed with pleasure from the simple touch of your lips wrapping around him. But it’s not enough, not even when he sees you choke, your eyes full of tears from not being able to take it. He shamelessly mocks you while guiding your movements with his hands, practically fucking your mouth. Your tongue precisely reaches every sensitive spot it traces on his cock, igniting every nerve along the way.

You could feel the pre-cum sliding and dripping over your tongue. Its taste was strange, but not unpleasant to you. His grip on your hair grows firmer as your head moves in a constant sway. He can feel your tongue in every corner, a wet mess of saliva and desire, but he melts when he notices your gaze fixed on his. Then, he pulls away from you for a moment.

He doesn't want to cum until he's inside you. That’s something he never says out loud, but you know it. He likes it—especially when there’s time to spare.

Your racing suit is almost on the floor now, sliding down around your ankles. Your cheeks flush; you’re not sure if it’s from the heat or if shyness suddenly crept in. He, however, only seems to care just enough to tease you about it.

"Really, you get shy after sucking my cock like a complete slut?" He says it with a dry laugh as he lifts you up and sits you on the table. His hand runs along the inside of your thighs until he spreads your legs, making you feel exposed. “Oh, look at that little pussy. Hard to believe I’ve filled it more times than you can count on your fingers.”

His fingers gently trace the line of your folds, and you are so sensitive that the wet, sticky sound of his fingers touching you makes you shiver. You’re already worked up just thinking he might bring his mouth closer; eyes locked on his, you’re practically begging for it.

But it was all just a cruel tease. After getting you all riled up, close enough to make you believe he was finally gonna devour you—he doesn’t. Instead, he spits on you. No warning. Just lets his saliva drip onto your throbbing clit… and that alone pulls a broken, desperate moan from your lips—messy and completely involuntary.

“Max, fuck…” you arch your back, unable to hold in the sound that escapes you. “That’s so unfair…” But before you can complain again, his hand wraps firmly around your neck—dominant, unforgiving—cutting your breath just enough to make you shiver. And the heat between your legs only gets worse, burning under the weight of his dark, hungry gaze.

“Life ain’t fair, mijn kleine hoer.” He says it with a smug little grin, tightening his grip around your neck. His body’s already damn near on top of yours, pinning you to the table. For a second, you actually thought he might stay like that, enjoying having all the power…

But then—rough, almost wild—he flips you over and slams you down against the cold wood, your cheek pressed flat to the surface as the air rushes out of your lungs.

He’s got a perfect view of your half-naked body now, all exposed for him. He doesn’t even bother looking at your face—he’s still mad. Seeing you won’t calm him down. But maybe, just maybe, being deep inside you will take the edge off that rage burning in him.

“You’re dripping, liefje. Missed me that bad, huh?” With his fingers, he spreads open your ass cheeks, so that your wetness is staining your thighs. "Wanna fuck you?”

You nod desperately, again and again, while your whole body trembles with need; you had been waiting for this the last half hour, and the anticipation was devouring you from the inside, like fire under your skin. But since not a single word escapes your mouth, he punishes you mercilessly: the blow echoes against the skin of your ass, leaving it burning, red. Then you can’t hold back anymore, and you moan loudly: “Yes, fuck!”

He gently slides his cock through your wet folds, almost effortlessly driving you wild. His tip slams against your clit, causing you to arch your back and moan, begging for more. Your legs tremble; he has to hold you up so you don’t fall sitting to the floor.

"I’m gonna fuck your fucking pussy until you’re so obsessed you can’t even focus on racing ‘cause you’re thinking about my cock.” He murmurs aggressively. Your hole tightens around nothing just from hearing him speak like that.

He slides inside you without the courtesy of warning. The force of his thrusts borders on brutal, striking with precision that sensitive spot inside you that makes you see stars.

Your hands grasp the edge of the table, trying to find something to hold onto. His large, firm hand grips your head, pressing your cheek against the surface. You’re overflowing with pleasure, not even bothering to hold back your moans. The sound of your bodies colliding echoes inside the small room.

“Fuck… you’re so damn tight, schat,” he groans, head falling back as he keeps pounding into you, each thrust deeper than the last. The way you’re gripping him is driving him absolutely crazy—nothing else feels like this. You’re addictive. Hypnotic. “You take me so fucking good.”

By squeezing it harder than necessary, your hole manages to squeeze out every last drop of his thick, sticky cum. The semen drips out of your pussy in sticky strands, creating a complete mess all over.

You have an orgasm just seconds later. The sensation crashes over you mercilessly, tearing through everything in its path. It hits you in the stomach with such force that the pleasure consumes you from the inside out. You want to moan, scream his name, give in completely… but you can’t. He presses his hand over your mouth, muffling your sounds. Only a few desperate whimpers manage to escape through his fingers, laced with lust and surrender.

Max withdraws from inside you, fully satisfied. But you remain there, collapsed over that wooden table, while a wave of intense pleasure slowly drains every last drop of your energy. Exhaustion wraps around you completely.

He laughs at you with that dry, mocking chuckle he always uses to ridicule you. This time? He’s amused, as always, by how shattered you look when he’s done using you. His hand tangles in your hair again, pulling until your torso arches and your back is pressed against his chest. You’re still so shaken from what just happened that when he scatters kisses and bites along your neck, you can barely breathe.

“You’re so good, mijn sletje. Doesn’t matter if I win or lose—only thing I ever think about is how I’m gonna ruin you the second I get off that podium.”

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pairing: max verstappen x fem!reader

summary: you had a party and you came home very late knowing that Max was going to punish you.

warnings: smut, lots of smut, dirty talk, vulgar language, hot swearing, oral sex, punishments, flirting, spanking, breast massage, rough kissing, tongue kissing, neck kissing, doggy style, p inside v, blowjob, spanking, hair grabbing, lick clitoris, jealousy, couple and more.

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You'd just gotten home from the party, kicking off your heels so you wouldn't make too much noise when you walked in, knowing you'd never told Max you were leaving at midnight.

He wasn't the toxic type, but sometimes he'd have his jealous rages, asking where the fuck you were, even prostrating you on the pillow to lick your wet pussy and make you realize you were his.

As you closed the front door as gently and slowly as possible, you noticed out of the corner of your eye that the kitchen light was on: that's when you knew you were in serious trouble.

With nothing else to do, you walked to the kitchen, nerves rattling every part of your body. You felt Max's pure, overpowering presence, and when you reached the corner, you saw him sipping a glass of wine, leaning against the marble countertop with his back almost hunched over.

"What a sexy man," you thought to yourself.

Max looked up at you with a stern expression that screamed from the rooftops: i'm going to fuck you up and keep you from walking for a whole week, you fucking bitch.

"I can explain," was the first thing you said after the long silence.

"Oh, yeah? What the fuck are you going to explain, huh?" He asked in an angry tone, a little loud, but he sounded frustrated, as if you had slipped through his fingers for hours.

"Max..." You whispered, trying to calm him down.

"Shut your mouth! You're not supposed to go out to parties unless you ask my permission," he said, setting his glass aside to stand up straight, moving from his perch on the counter and demonstrating authority.

"You're not my fucking father to be asking your permission," you said, placing your heels on the kitchen floor and crossing. "I just went out to have fun with my friends! I came back at two in the morning, so it's not like anyone's death."

"I almost died when i didn't see you home," he emphasizes.

"Don't be so exaggerated."

"Exaggerated? Don't call me something i'm not," Max points at you. "Why the hell didn't you ask my permission, huh?" You didn't want me to find out you were fucking someone else, did you?"

You couldn't believe what Max was telling you right now. He's calling you a whore looking for another cock to sit on, and you know better, because there's no other cock that can beat your man's big one.

Having a 5.9-inch cock satisfying your hormonally charged moments is something you've always enjoyed. During the four years of your relationship, you never turned down a moment of good sex, knowing that Max gave you a lot of sex, mornings, afternoons, and/or nights.

"You're not answering now, are you?" He asked, placing his hands on the edge of the counter in front of him, pointing out the small veins on his forearms.

"I'm not what you think, Max," you replied, almost indignant. "I spend my time enjoying your damn cock, and you call me a whore? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"So why the fuck didn't you ask my permission?" Max asks, his tone somewhere between calm and serious, making you want him to fuck you against the damn marble countertop. "Answer the question or i swear to god..."

"Or what? What are you going to swear to, huh?" You challenged him with those words. Maybe you were going to finish the shit and ask for more, but right now you were too horny to think twice. "Are you going to punish me, Verstappen?"

"You want that? "Punish you for being a disobedient, rebellious little bitch?" Max asked in a tone that, god, sounded too sexy to be true. "Mmm, tell me, liefje."

"I don't know. Maybe you want to, or maybe i'm bored in bed, like always." You provoked him, wanting to pressure him to find his breaking point.

You reached for the wine glass, but he didn't let you. He grabbed it faster than you, and all he did was throw the contents of the alcohol in your face. He pulled you towards him by the neck while he kissed you roughly on the lips, devouring you and using his tongue to part your lips, opening your mouth a little wider and showing you that right now, he was always the one in charge of the relationship.

You gasped, unable to resist the urge to caress the bulge in his pajama pants. Unfortunately—actually, good luck for you—he decided to kneel down and pull your hair towards you.

He wanted you to look at him, so he felt powerful having you at his mercy, his control possessing every inch of your mouth and body.

"Now be a good girl and suck my damn cock, liefje," Max murmured, gently patting your cheek.

You didn't hesitate at all; you used your hands to pull down his pajama pants and make his 5.9 inch cock bounce a little. The best part was that Max always got hard; in less than a minute, he could already feel his damn cock exploding between his legs.

You looked at your man and stuck out your tongue to lick from the base to the tip in a torturously slow manner. You decided to use your skills, licking the tip of his cock in circles, listening as he let out several short, raspy moans.

Feeling your hair being squeezed means many things: Max wants you to take it all, no matter if you cry or anything. He wanted to see if you passed the test of being the little whore he loves so much.

You didn't even look at him as you took his entire cock into your mouth, feeling the soft, silky skin on the walls of your mouth. You threw your head back and forth, causing a few spasms in Max, who had his head thrown back, his eyes closed, and his hand buried in your already messy hair.

"Bottom, bottom, bottom," Max whispers, lowering his head to look at you and watching you roll your eyes, feeling a bit of the tip against your uvula. "That's it, look what a good girl you are, it's hard to tell you're a fucking whore."

For seven minutes, Max dedicated himself to fucking your mouth with his member, making you let out a couple of gurgles and squeeze his thigh for air.

He made you breathe a few times, then stood up and turned you around as he placed the front of your body on the cold marble countertop. You gasped at Max's abrupt and ardent gesture.

One thing you also didn't hesitate to do was to buck your hips, wanting him to fuck you right now, but you know Max, you know him so well, that he'll do anything to make you beg and give you what you like, what you crave for life.

"How do i ask?" Max asked, slowly hiking up your shiny black dress.

The worst part was, you weren't wearing your damn panties... And that was going to unleash the best damn rough sex of your entire existence, because you could hear Max's grunt when he realized that his bitch of a girlfriend wasn't just a whore, she was a whore who didn't wear anything between her legs.

"What the fuck does that mean?" He asked, gripping your hips tightly. "You didn't wear any underwear? What's that supposed to mean?"

And as always, you were going to set all the loose firewood on fire.

"I admit it, i've fucked someone else."

"Fucking hell, liefje," Max whispered against your ear, pressing his chest against your back, covered by the fabric of your dress. "I'm going to have to fuck your little pussy to know that whores like you get punished, you understand?"

"No," you answered without thinking and felt a hard spank on your left buttock.

It burned like hell, but you loved being spanked by him. You loved that Max made you his, knowing your blatant lie. You wanted him, you wanted him so much that you couldn't help being a rebellious little girl right now, feeling your ass burning from the rough, hard spanking he gave you. You could sense that each cheek was redder than when you blushed over something stupid.

But that wasn't the least of it. You heard your dress being ripped and Max grabbing your neck to press you against his chest, leaving you both straight. He pulled off your torn dress, leaving you completely naked while he massaged your breasts with a perversity and deep obscenity that you loved. You loved that he was just the way you liked him.

Max lowered one of his hands to begin masturbating your clitoris. He didn't do it hard, but he did it at the exact spot that generated an adrenaline-filled ecstasy of pleasure. You arch your whole body from those sexy, gentle movements in your core, feeling yourself getting wet, feeling yourself starting to soak your man's fingers a little, as he enjoys having you like this.

"Did you have fun with him?" Max asked.

"Why do you ask?" This time you answered with a breathless question.

Your moans were filled with deep, pure passion; you looked like a screamer, a screamer who wanted to be fucked right now.

"I'm asking because i don't think that idiot knew how to touch you the way i'm touching you, my little slut," Max murmured, moving his fingers a little faster, making you moan even more and squeeze his arm tightly, digging your nails into him. "I've touched you in less than thirty seconds and you're already wet."

"Because you make me wet like... Like that, Max," you said, panting like a dog looking for a bone. "Oh god, Max, don't stop."

"Oh, don't think i won't stop," he says, pushing you against the counter, putting you on all fours again, and now you feel the cold marble pressed against your damn breasts. "I'm going to fuck you all the way down and remind you not to pretend to be a rebellious little girl when you can't even lie properly."

"Max..."

"What? You thought i didn't notice? You're a fucking liar, liefje," Max declared, giving you one last spank to remind you that the best part of the action is yet to come. "And this time, i'm going to fuck you with a condom, because it doesn't satisfy me to finish inside you like every other time."

Now you feel like you're literally in heaven with the Sex God, because, despite what you thought he was going to fuck you right now, it was a lie: he's on his knees, eating your pussy while you're reading on the counter, on all fours, and Max is using his tongue on you. On your wet pussy, what the fuck... I was doing so well.

And the best part always comes in the second batch.

Okay, this is my second os/fic and i love it. I had a sequel, but i didn't like it that much, so i don't know whether to upload it or not. ୨ৎ

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pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader

summary: oscar applies sunscreen on you, while taking advantage of the bug of massaging your boobs.

warnings: smut, dirty talk, soft language, flirting, sexual massage, nipple squeezing, boob and nipple sucking, consent given, couple.

words: 1.1k

You decided to force Oscar to leave the house to go to the beautiful beach that lay nearby. Although it had been cloudy in the morning, by midday it was incredibly sunny, and knowing that, they couldn't pass up the opportunity to soak up some sun for a while.

The beach was deserted, in fact, it seemed like it was just the two of you.

Oscar watched the sea, how the waves crashed against the shore and how the wind made its presence known. He has an idea in mind, but he doesn't know if you would accept it.

"Baby, i feel like doing something, but I don't think you're up for it." Oscar says, leaning on his elbows above the towel.

You looked at him, still putting aside the book you were reading.

"Why do you think i wouldn't accept? You always come up with great ideas" You said, sitting down while crossing your legs.

He stopped looking at you to look straight ahead and then lowered his head so you wouldn't see his blushing cheeks.

You laughed softly, cupping Oscar's face in your hands. You looked at him tenderly, then smiled with tight lips.

"Hey, don't hide from me. Besides, you look like a tomato." You pointed out, making him laugh a little.

"It's just that we're literally alone on this beach and maybe..." He hesitated to finish that sentence.

"Maybe...?" You encouraged him to continue.

"I don't know, i..." Oscar stutters a little. "Maybe you want me to put some sunscreen on you. I don't want your skin to get damaged by the sun's rays."

"Ow, Oscar! Of course i'd let you." You exclaimed with amusement and tenderness.

You rolled onto your stomach as you untied the knot on your bikini top, leaving your back bare so Oscar could apply the sunscreen.

On the other hand, Oscar knelt down beside you, placing a small kiss on the upper left side of your back, making you shudder a little.

He applied sunscreen to his hand, setting the container aside, and began applying the cream to his back.

You could feel the coolness of the liquid melting into your skin like a melted candy.

"Do you like the massage, your majesty?" Oscar asked with a mocking smile, seeing how relaxed you were under the touch of his hands and massage.

"You have magical hands, my love," You murmured, feeling the tickles on the sides of your body. He was brushing his fingertips along them. "And you're definitely good at tickling me."

"It's part of the job, baby," Oscar says.

After a few minutes, you rolled over so you were chest-up. Your bikini top was still covering your beautiful tits, so you decided to be a little dirty and take it off to expose them.

Oscar's mouth fell open, but his eyes shone with a pleasant glow. He closes his mouth and then licks his lips and smiles, fascinated by the best views before his eyes.

"Playing dirty, aren't you?" Oscar asked in a husky tone.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You pretended not to understand.

"Keep pretending you don't know anything, you'll end up asking me not to stop when i have my mouth on your breasts," Oscar murmured.

Your eyes widened, realizing this was the first time Oscar had ever warned you about something.

A faint blush rose on your cheeks, and you noticed out of the corner of your eye how Oscar smiled triumphantly, knowing his words had had an effect on you.

He put sunscreen back on his hand, leaving the container still on his side as before, and this time, he applied the cream to her stomach, causing certain small tickles that gave tremendous satisfaction.

"Stop shaking, i'm not doing anything to you yet," Oscar informed her in the dirtiest way possible.

He seemed to be making some kind of promise.

"Stop saying that," You said, looking up at the sky so you wouldn't see him.

"Why? Does it turn you on when i promise you things you don't know if i'll keep or not?" Oscar asked in a mocking tone; damn, it was the first time you'd seen him in that flirtatious mood.

"Oscar..." You murmured, causing thousands of sensations in him.

"What, huh? You like it when i talk to you like that?" Oscar whispers, making you a little horny.

Without thinking, he took his hands off your body, wiping himself with the towel to toss it to the side and get on top of you in a gentle but promising way.

"Oh god, Oscar," You sighed.

"Look at me, baby," he says in that honeyed voice.

You wanted to challenge him, to push his limits.

"And if i don't, what will you do to me?" You asked playfully.

"You don't want to know," Oscar replied, smirking.

Suddenly, Oscar's mouth captures one of your nipples, licking it in circles, causing you thousands of pleasurable sensations.

You let out several moans, arching your back as one of your hands squeezed Oscar's brown hair, causing him to let out a satisfying noise.

"Oscar, i've never seen you like this," you managed to say amidst the pleasure generated by the grip circulating on your nipple.

"Maybe because i didn't find the right moment or maybe because i wanted to show my other side" He says as he releases your nipple. Now he uses his hands to massage them and make you feel like you're in fucking heaven.

Because that's what Oscar Piastri was, a beautiful and fucked up paradise.

"Honestly, i think we can continue this at home, my love," You said between gasps.

"Oh no, baby. Don't believe that," Oscar whispers against your ear. "Because i plan to fuck you right here, right now."

Hello everyone! This is my first fic published here on Tumblr. It might be a little short for what you're reading, but i promise i put my all into it.

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WELCOME TO THIS BLOG ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖

Hey, i'm Bia, nineteen years old, i joined the F1 fandom this year (2025) and i want to say that, my English is not my language, it's a bit bad, so if you find any grammar wrong, please correct me. <3

What do i write?

i'm into smut, nsfw, soft/fluff, threesomes, foursomes, quintets, orgies, maybe a little masochism, fem reader, male reader and more.

What don't i write?

i don't write os where there is no consent, trans or binary (i have respect, but i've never written about it), indirect abuse, and weird fetishes.

Who am i going to write about?

especially max verstappen, oscar piastri, charles leclerc, lando norris, carlos sainz, franco colapinto, etc. i can also write about some other fandoms (other than anime because i don't have any, i apologize)

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