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[kimio7]

Fics that defined my love of f1 rpf

In celebration of literally nothing actually, i bring you a fic rec list of some of my favourites!!! very condensed (100+ -> 15 not even including tumblr fics) and im kinda sad i cant put all of my favs down lol but these are like my must reads!!

pleaseeee read these if u havent already its all amazing even if you dont vibe with the ships themselves

Strollonso:

silver platter by atwater | E | 9k

Literally the first fic I've ever read and basically got me into this fandom (and ship). Theyre both so unhinged and amazing it's a very fun read. Probably the best written lance ive every read.

Make Sound by antimonyandthyme | E | 1k

Makes me so fucking insane no notes this is just amazing oh my god

I make two grand an hour by Kaytheologie | E | 3k

Literally so hot and so amazing. lance is so bitchy in this one is great. amazing writing and amazing premise, literally inspired me to sketch out something right after (might finish it at some point)

Sewis:

provenance by ecorone | M | 18K

Literally the fic that introduced and made me fall in love with sewis. it wrecked me like i still havent recovered at all. the writing itself is just, i vibe to it so much

The Numbering at Bethlehem by Kaytheologie | E | 26k

might be one of my favourite fics, ever. what a masterpiece genuinely the environment is just so immersive and lush. ive reread it a dozen time and it never gets old

Brocedes:

you're my purple candy high by nothoughtsjustvibes | M | 5k

baby's first brocedes 🥹 started my love affair with emotional destruction. ruined me when i just first read it and ruined me every time after that. The writing is so profound and laid out their tragedy bare.

the torture of small talk with someone you used to love by finedae | T | 2k

baby's first nico fic!! it also destroyed me!! i think this is the one that made me join f1br bc i was just so obsessed with the writing i needed to know what the author was like lol.

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special research vessels by ecorone | M | 15k

listen i thought this ship wouldve been more popular than it is LOL or at least not as hated. regardless, i love this fic so much. I love the environment, I love the dialogue, the characterization, everything. It's just such an amazing reading experience

matchstick people by ecorone | E | 60k

if you havent noticed by now, im obsessed with this author. the prose, the characterizations, how beautifully the magical realism of it all was realized. horror as a genre is so underutilized in fanfics as a whole but when its done, its done amazingly. love love love

Others:

crude generalisations and vulgar simplifications by crescenteluce | E | 14k | Alexander Albon/George Russell

This fic is THE galex fic for me. it so funny and the writing is so witty its just fun to read. love the way the environment is constructed and it everything just feels so real. amazing

it's more than I can bear: this interminable want, turning and turning. by Anonymous | E | 2k | Fernando Alonso/George Russell

The vibes are rancid, the ships are niche, the writing is good. what more do you need? i love reading this and i love thinking about this.

Amen by sirius | M | 9k | Fernando Alonso/Lewis Hamilton

THE ferwis fic is my mind and mad me unreasonably obsessed with this ship. its so well written- like i love the characterization so much it makes me insane.

on golden sands bysionisjaune | T | 6k | Lewis Hamilton/Nico Rosberg/Sebastian Vettel

Listen, this and the ships that go sailing are both just amazingly entertaining fics. its objectively such a good read and i enjoy spending my time reading it. its just so fun!

steal the air out of my lungs (make me feel it) by nahco3 | E | 26K | Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen

My favourite medical au fic!! ever!!! everything is just so well realized and the characterization is just spot on!! love everything about this fic and nothing i say can fully explain how amazing this fic is!!!

Shutter Speed byantimonyandthyme | E | 18k | Sebastian Vettel/Mark Webber

got me into photography lol. made me purchase my first actual camera. dont know what else to say its just that amazing

[blorbocedes]

mama I'm in love with a criminal

[emilialois]

Found in a Dutch article... 11 y/o Max is a fan of Lewis

[aaltilis]

[Before a race]

Toto: So George, you need to take out Verstappen for lewis, understand? Try to be subtle so FIA won't notice it.

George: Sure, Toto.

[Later]

George: Max! Do you have a free time after race?

Max: Yes, I guess?

George: Great! Toto wanted you to hang out with Lewis and I already looked for a nice place subtle enough that FIA won't notice.

Max: WHAT?

George: What? yes or no?

Max: *smiling shyly* Yeah, yeah. That of course would be lovely.

George: Great, see you tonight!

[cuentoschinosen1999]

Lando joking about "the beautiful teamwork of Lewis and Fernando" back on 2007/2008 lol

[xiaoluclair]

MAX VERSTAPPEN and LEWIS HAMILTON | P1 & P2 ㅡ post race

📍 Circuit de Barcelona-Catalunya // 04.06.2023 ↳ 📷: Zak Mauger | Mark Sutton

[zialovlies44]

it’s always Lewis Hamilton vs Max Verstappen and never Lewis Hamilton AND Max Verstappen

[shakemelikeasnowglobe]

Sometimes I think to hard about the opossites of lewis and max and I start to feel a little sick

Older and younger

Fashionista and allergic to anything but polos and khakis

Dog person cat person

Calm and intense

Think about it about their arguments about their divides. Lewis thinks max has still too much to learn, max thinks lewis is not as wise as he sees himself, Max thinks Lewis's clothes are too much Lewis thinks Max's are not enough, Max thinks lewis codependency with roscoe is borderline insane, Lewis thinks max is too careless about his cats, Max thinks lewis is too chill about well everything Lewis thinks max will learn one day that maybe not everything has To be a fight.

And still still they have that one thing in common the love for the sport for racing for winning and a long list of destroyed friendships over this because everyone told them it would be lonely at the top it had to be lonely at the top.

But it's not lonely

They have each other

And it's all that matters

[sourstroll]

Summer Of Cum 2023

Day 5 - Facial

Pairing: Lewis/Max

WC: 1817

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Max rarely gets surprised.

He’d spent a good chunk of his life constantly preparing for the worst; his ability to stay cool in unsavory situations was second nature.

It’s Lewis leaning over and kissing him that exceeds all his expectations for his night.

Max wasn’t even sure where it came from, delicate, well-manicured hands reaching up to cup his face and kiss him slowly, moving with him as he settled into the kiss.

Max had invited a few drivers over after his home race, wanting to have a lowkey celebration for his win. The group consisted of Charles, Carlos, Lando, George, and Alex, the usual suspects when it came to Max’s celebrations. George had told him very last minute that Lewis was joining too. It’s not that Max minded, but it made him a bit nervous, considering their history. Max had never made a habit of seeing Lewis outside of races, but he would never say no. He made another space at the table and set out another set of silverware, no big deal.

The group had dwindled throughout the night, until it was just him and Lewis sat across from each other on the couch. Where Max expected awkwardness and resentment, Lewis surprised him by being funny and easy-going, equally as intoxicated as the Dutchman. Max tried to listen more than talk, knowing if he tried to go as in-depth as he usually did, it’d be an unintelligible slurry of words. He was content to listen to Lewis talk about particular laps of their race, or about how shitty his car felt at times, even about Roscoe, who he regretted not bringing with him this time around. Max, of course, indulged him with his own thoughts on it, as best as he could with a belly full of beer.

Max couldn’t even remember what he’d been talking about at that moment, something about his proclivity for understeering, but he’d seen something shift on Lewis’s face while he spoke, his features softening and his smile widening, distracting Max from noticing Lewis moving closer.

Max kissed him back without complaint, welcoming the feeling of warm, plump lips against his own after getting over the initial shock. Max could feel himself get flustered, could feel the blood rising on his skin and making him pink all over. It prompted him to let Lewis take the lead, especially since he hadn’t kissed anyone in a little while.

When Lewis pulls away, his eyes stay closed for a second, just to savor it. “You’re cute when you ramble like that,” Lewis says after a moment, hands still holding Max’s face as he waited for his response.

Max flounders, makes an abysmal attempt at saying anything, nothing coming out from his parted lips.

Lewis giggles like they’re each other’s high school crushes, as if this was funny at all.

Lewis is kissing him again before Max figures out what to say, this time deepening the kiss and moving his hands to Max’s shoulders, that way he had something to hold onto as he pushed his tongue into his mouth. Max gave in to him easily, their tongues gliding against each other wet and slow. Lewis could already feel himself getting excited, his dick pressing against the zipper of his pants, just from a messy, drunken kiss. In all honesty, kissing Max had been on his mind a lot lately, for no other reason than to see if Max would go for it, too. Lewis was slightly tired of the narrative between them that painted them as mortal enemies. In a way, they certainly were, but Lewis was a pacifist. If he could make peace with Max, he would jump at the opportunity.

It’s Max’s turn to surprise Lewis, moving to climb into his lap, locking him in place with his thighs on either side of him. Max takes fistfuls of Lewis’s shirt in his hands and deepens the kiss even more, his movements urgent. Max wanted more, though he couldn’t find the words to express that.

They move with intent, wordlessly, hands pushing under shirts and hips grinding together. Max feels dizzy as he moves again, lips parting from Lewis’s and kissing a trail down his neck. It only takes him a moment to decide to take it a step farther, crawling down his body and dropping to his knees between Lewis’s legs, Lewis scooting himself all the way to the edge of the couch. This wasn’t really his thing, hooking up with other drivers, but he was much too drunk to not take up the opportunity when Lewis seemed to want him, too.

“Shouldn’t it be me on my knees for you, darling?” Lewis says, voice sweet and soft, lips wet with spit. One of his hands is already carding through Max’s hair, gently tugging on the dirty blonde tresses.

A smile spreads across Max’s face, crooked but charming, pushing his head up into Lewis’s hand. He shakes his head at the older man’s question. “Next time,” Max purrs and brings his hands up to fiddle with the zipper of Lewis’s jeans, tugging them down along with his boxers after he lifted his hips for him. “Consider it consolation,” he joked, eyes landing on his cock as Lewis laughed.

Lewis was by far the biggest Max had seen in person, picturesque, almost, perfectly veiny and pierced. Max had always thought that was a rumor, the extra metal Lewis carried around with him, but he was surprised once more to see the frenum piercing right there, adorning the already beautiful appendage.

Max gripped the base and stuck his tongue out to lap at the head, the tip of his tongue tracing the slit, then the piercing, before he mouthed at the length of his dick. He hummed against him, eyes closed as he enjoyed the taste and feel of hot flesh against his tongue. “Don’t think I can fit it all,” Max pouts, looking up at Lewis as he continued to lick him, wrapping his lips around the head as he sucked.

Lewis leans back against the couch and tightens his hand in Max’s hair, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he watched him work. “Try. I bet you can,” Lewis coaxed softly, rubbing Max’s temple with his thumb to encourage him.

Max chuckles, simply from his nerves, kissing the tip one last time before he was sucking him down, bobbing his head steadily. Max flattens his tongue to fit more and he feels Lewis’s hand tug at his hair, notices his hips twitch a bit. Max wants to pull more of those reactions out of him, just to see if he could pick him apart.

Lewis’s brain feels hazy and heavy, the pleasure mixing with the alcohol and making his whole body buzz. It was an incredible sight to have Max taking him like a champ, taking him to the back of his throat without as much as a gag. “You were just being cute, weren’t you?” Lewis teased, moving his hand to spread across the crown of Max’s head, pushing him farther down, testing his limits. “Something tells me you can take more than that,” he sighed.

Max hums around him and moves his hand from where he was stroking Lewis, following Lewis’s movements when he pushed him down, never breaking eye contact. Max got most of him down, tears welling in his eyes as he reached the base, breathing through his nose as best as he could.

Lewis’s brows knitted themselves together as he watched, moaning softly at the way Max took him without a struggle. “Shit, Max, look at you,” Lewis grunts and spreads his knees wider. “Knew you could do it,” Lewis chuckles breathily, letting his head lull back against the couch. He could feel Max’s throat working around him, trying his best not to gag.

Max pulls off with a soft gasp, a string of saliva connecting him to Lewis’s cock. He strokes him in the absence of his mouth, sucking in another breath. “Too big,” he insists, staring intently at the other man’s dick in his hand, watching the way his hand glided up and down on him. Max’s voice sounded more gravely than usual, wrecked from the brief attempt at deepthroating Lewis. “That’s a good thing,” Max tacked on and smirked, going back to licking along the underside, even paying special attention to Lewis’s balls, intoxicated by the musky, clean smell of him.

Lewis lets out an airy laugh and looks back down at Max, momentarily speechless with everything combined— Max’s lips plump and red, his hand feeling soft and strong at the same time, the fact that he can in fact take all of him. Lewis usually wasn’t so bashful when it came to his own pleasure, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed at how fast he felt himself getting to the edge. “Can I come on your face?” He asks, wanting nothing more than to paint Max’s face white, leave his mark on him.

Max is surprised, once more at the request, nodding silently and getting his mouth back on Lewis, swirling his tongue around the head while he stroked the rest of him. “Make a mess,” Max encouraged softly, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out, stroking even faster, waiting eagerly for Lewis’s load.

Max’s words of encouragement made Lewis want to shove him back down on his cock. He wanted to push him until his nose touched the neat patch of hair at the base, until he was choking on his come, but Lewis likes the idea of coming all over his face better. It doesn’t take much more for Lewis to get there, Max’s eagerness and his touches making it easy for him to come with a groan, spurting thick ropes of come all over Max’s face.

Max closed his eyes just in time, feeling Lewis’s come land on his cheeks, some on his tongue, the rest of it dripping through his eyelashes, down to his lips. Max opened his eyes when Lewis was done, witnessing him writhing underneath him with the oversensitivity. Max licked over the head one last time to collect any stray drops, letting Lewis’s cock fall out of his hand and watching it land with a wet smack on his stomach.

Lewis is barely able to catch his breath, too enthralled with the sight of Max’s face ruined with his come. “God, you’re beautiful,” he sighs, reaching down to wipe the come that was near Max’s eye with his thumb. He didn’t hesitate to push his thumb against Max’s lips, who opened his mouth obediently to suck the come off of it.

Max hummed around Lewis’s thumb before he pulled off, resting his chin on Lewis’s knee. “Only when I’m covered in your come?” Max chortles, voice raspy and spent.

“You’re always beautiful,” Lewis corrects.

❀❀❀ Previous Days ❀❀❀

[ceruleanwind]

Giftwrapped

4433 | Explicit | 3.7k | Read on AO3

He does like them, just a little, as much as it embarrasses him to admit it to himself. He studies his reflection in the mirror, his gaze tracing where the thin strappy waist wraps around his hip and connects the two tiny pieces of fabric. The panties do an extremely poor job of covering him—the tip of his cock seems to slip out into the cool air no matter how Max arranges himself—but he somewhat likes it, likes feeling so exposed, like he’s nothing but a meal. Or: Lewis gifts Max an article of clothing he's never dared to try on before. Max likes it more than he probably should.

Max doesn’t often receive gifts, if he’s honest. Even on special occasions growing up, like Christmas or his birthday, Max would be lucky to receive just one gift from his family, usually something practical and not at all fun.

He’s more than surprised, then, when he comes back to his driver’s room after a rather unexciting round of free practice to find a gift waiting for him on the table—a white box made of thin cardboard, tastefully wrapped in a thick purple ribbon. Max’s eyebrows furrow in confusion; he peers outside the door of his driver’s room, checking for anyone who might know who delivered the gift, but ultimately he decides to find out for himself.

The ribbon comes undone neatly when Max tugs at one of the ends of the bow. He sets the ribbon aside and reaches to lift the lid of the box, morbidly curious to see what’s inside.

Max’s breath promptly catches in his throat.

Inside the box, on a nest of white tissue paper, rests a gorgeous pair of silk panties; they’re a deep rich royal purple, all thin straps and silver detailing, trimmed with delicate scalloped lace at the edges. On top of them, near the edge of the box, lies a folded piece of paper—a note, presumably. Max picks up the note, hands nearly shaking with it.

Put these on, and then you know where to go tonight.

The worst part is, Max does know where to go. He and Lewis have been messing around for the greater part of the 2016 season; Max doesn’t exactly know when it happened—he knew he’d always been shy and awkward around Lewis—but suddenly Lewis had started flirting back, his touches lingering, and to make a long story short Max has ended up in his bed several times this season already. Sue him—he’s eighteen, naïve, and desperate to please; he can’t exactly resist when the driver he’s looked up to for years starts returning his advances.

He sets the note aside and glances around before lifting the panties out of the box, his face flushing as he realises what he’s about to do. The set really is nice, Max thinks. They’re obviously made out of real silk, beautiful and soft to the touch, and the lace doesn’t feel itchy at all. Max recalls Lewis saying that his favourite colour was purple, and his face flushes an even deeper red when he pieces together that he’ll be wearing Lewis’ colour, practically giftwrapped in it just for him. Max presses one hand to his cheek, feeling feverish. He’s really about to do this, isn’t he? Dress in women’s underwear just because Lewis told him to?

Max puts the panties down and lays a hand over the zipper of his race suit, contemplating it, before he tugs the zipper down with sudden impatience. He has half a mind to go over and lock the door of his room before sliding the rest of the race suit off of him, then moving on to his fireproofs. “Fuck,” he mutters when he’s standing just in his boxers, the white fireproofs pooling at his ankles. He knows he can back out if he doesn’t want to wear them, but . . . if Lewis asks, Max is a weak, weak man. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, Max sighs and tugs those down too.

Wincing at the cold air against his exposed skin, Max lifts up the panties again and holds them in his hands for a moment. He can just try them on, right? He doesn’t have to keep wearing them if he hates it. Lewis would understand. Slowly, Max steps into the panties and slides them up along his legs before settling them into position. The thin front piece barely covers his cock, the fabric straining with it, and the back piece slips between his cheeks as soon as he shifts to get a better look at himself.

He does like them, just a little, as much as it embarrasses him to admit it to himself. He studies his reflection in the mirror, his gaze tracing where the thin strappy waist wraps around his hip and connects the two tiny pieces of fabric. The panties do an extremely poor job of covering him—the tip of his cock seems to slip out into the cool air no matter how Max arranges himself—but he somewhat likes it, likes feeling so exposed, like he’s nothing but a meal.

A knock on the door makes Max jump out of his skin, hastily bringing a hand to his front to cover himself.

“Max! Hurry up, your ride’s about to leave,” one of the PR people shouts through the door.

“Okay,” Max says back, and his voice comes out a lot wobblier than he expected. He glances back in the mirror and his face flushes at the sight he’s faced with before he turns away, reaching for the folded casual clothes on the table to change into.

Lingerie like this, as it turns out, is rather uncomfortable.

Max hardly gets ten steps out the door of his driver’s room before he’s acutely aware of how poorly the panties cover his cock and how the thin fabric of the back piece rests between his cheeks. His face burns with just how naughty this feels—he’s a Formula One driver, for fuck’s sake, secretly wearing a skimpy women’s thong underneath perfectly presentable casual clothes. He doesn’t even want to think about what his dad would say if he found out, but the thought of Lewis sizing him up later tonight and telling him how nice he looks in those panties trumps all worry Max has in his head.

He shifts in discomfort the whole car ride back to his hotel, tapping at his phone to reply to his friends, when a particularly interesting message pops up at the top of his screen.

L: get my gift?

Max’s face immediately heats up. Oh, did he. He can’t wait for Lewis to see him in them.

M: Yeah M: Thank you

L: ofc. i’m in room 1016

He can’t help the way his stomach twists at the prospect of Lewis seeing him like this—dressed so normally on the outside but sporting something downright slutty underneath his jeans. It’s never been like him to do anything like this, really; Max has always been a bit of a goody-two-shoes—never partying, never going out late at night, never even dating or sleeping around, but when Lewis asks him to do that sort of thing Max is suddenly pliant and very much susceptible to suggestion.

Max’s breath nearly stops once he’s standing in front of Lewis’ hotel room door, his hand lifted to knock. He can’t go back after this—but would he want to, anyway? Max quite likes how he looks in Lewis’ favourite colour, dressed in nothing but tiny pieces of fabric that barely cover him as is. He hopes Lewis will like it too.

He reaches out and knocks.

The door opens a few seconds later, and Max hardly has time to react before Lewis pulls him inside by the front of his team polo. Max gasps, bites his lip, and hurriedly rushes out “Hey, how was free practice—” before Lewis gets him up against the wall, all up in his personal space.

“Shut the fuck up about free practice,” Lewis says before leaning in to bring their mouths together, all hot and slick and wet where their lips meet and where they’re both panting for it. His hands find Max’s lithe waist—his waist always fits so nicely in Lewis’ hands—and slip up underneath his team polo, wandering across smooth planes of skin.

Lewis pulls away, leaving Max dazed and gasping, before lifting up the bottom third of Max’s shirt, revealing what’s underneath. The tiny waist straps of the thong peek out over the waistband of Max’s jeans, pulled tight over his hips and teasing what lies a bit lower. “Oh,” Lewis hums, hooking his thumb underneath one of the straps and pulling back a little before letting it snap against Max’s skin, “that’s nice. They’re a perfect fit, aren’t they?”

Max hates to admit it, but just one touch from Lewis and he’s already riled up, his cock rapidly hardening in his tiny panties. He swallows thickly, nods his head the best he can, and croaks, “Yeah. They, uh, they’re really nice.”

Lewis laughs softly at that, pushing up at the hem of Max’s shirt and reaching to tug it over his head. “Then they were worth every cent,” he says before stepping back to take it all in. “Come on, show me the rest of them. I want to see what’s hiding under there.”

His cheeks flushing a potent pink, Max nods and fumbles with the fastening on his jeans. He’d expected this to be plenty embarrassing already, but with Lewis’ dark, hungry gaze on him, sizing him up like he’s his next meal, Max feels more flustered than ever. Max hesitantly unbuttons his jeans and works them slowly down his legs before letting them fall to the floor in a heap, revealing him wearing nothing but the tiny pair of panties. His cock hardens even further at the attention, the knowledge that Lewis is seeing him all like this, dressed like he’s nothing but a common little whore, and it makes him move his hands to his front in a weak attempt to cover himself. It would be better if Lewis would reach out and touch him, Max thinks, keeping his gaze firmly on the floor and nowhere near Lewis’ eyes, because he’s never felt so exposed, so humiliated, in his life.

“Purple looks good on you,” Lewis says softly, teeth catching on his bottom lip. “Turn around for me, will you?”

Max obeys, like he always does. He turns around, showing Lewis how the back piece covers nothing. It nearly makes him want to bend over just like that, beg for Lewis to fuck him already, but Max knows better than that—he’d get in real trouble if he didn’t let Lewis look.

Finally, Lewis is behind him, hands roaming once more over the gentle sloping curve of his waist, then down to his ass, tugging teasingly at the piece of fabric that disappears between his cheeks. “I think I have to make you wear these more often,” he says into Max’s ear, his lips brushing the shell of it. “Would you?”

“Yes, of course,” Max answers perhaps a little too quickly for his own good. His mind goes wild as he imagines all the scenarios Lewis might make him wear these panties in; would he have to wear a pair during a race? During an important sponsor event? During a drivers’ outing? His mouth feels dry as cotton and his head spins, but he tries putting more words together. “It felt so—so naughty, wearing these in public,” he admits, voice softer and coming out nearly as a squeak. “Made me feel really dirty.”

“Yeah?” One of Lewis’ hands strays from Max’s ass, slipping forward until it settles between his thighs, resting over his prominent hard-on, which is barely hidden by the thin silk fabric of the panties. “Oh, Max, you’re wetter than a girl,” he murmurs, running his finger along the length of Max’s cock through his panties. “Does dressing like a slut really turn you on this much?”

Max’s face flushes impossibly redder. He brings his hands up to cover his face, resisting the urge to rock his twitching cock into Lewis’ touch. “I—I’m not a—” he tries to say, but this time it does come out as a squeak as soon as Lewis takes his clothed cock into his hand. Max grabs at Lewis’ arm, tries to move his hips forward and chase more of that delicious friction, but to no avail; Lewis simply chuckles from behind him and lifts his hand away, using his hold on Max’s waist to turn him around.

“You’re not a slut? Really?” Lewis teases, leaning back to take a good look at the way Max’s hard cock strains against the rich purple fabric and stains it with a generous wet spot. “Okay. We could just do room service and watch a movie, then.”

Max whines, panic rising up in his chest. Lewis wouldn’t leave him like this, would he? He has to just be bluffing. “Wait,” he says weakly, “no, I—I need—” He looks at Lewis, pleading. Max has always been downright awful at voicing just what he wants; he finds it embarrassing to say it out loud, admit that Lewis is right about him being a slut. “Okay,” he huffs, frustrated and flushed, “I am, I am.”

Lewis smiles at that and decides to take pity on Max. “Oh, I get it now,” he says, infuriatingly smug as he guides Max over to the bed. Max, of course, follows, lets Lewis manhandle him into the mattress. “You want me to fuck you in those, don’t you?”

Max nods frantically, his eyes big and wide and blue. He thinks he might implode if Lewis doesn’t start touching him right now. “Yes, yes,” he begs, his breathing coming heavier in anticipation when he watches Lewis break away from him to get the lube and shove his clothes off. “Anything you want,” he adds for good measure, his cock twitching as soon as Lewis glances back at him with that addictive hungry look in his eye.

When Lewis returns to the bed, Max expects him to at least slide the panties down his thighs a little, if not take them all the way off, but in his haste Lewis merely moves the panties aside and spreads Max’s thighs apart. One slick finger moves between Max’s cheeks and nudges at the tight furl of his hole before his fingertip eases just inside of him. Max lets out a surprised breath, but relaxes the best he can regardless, whining as Lewis presses more and more of his finger into him.

“Ah—that’s—” Max shifts on the bed, splaying his thighs further apart and reaching for a pillow to shove under his lower back. Lewis brings a second finger up to nudge in alongside the first, opening Max up with ease.

“There, isn’t that good?” Lewis eases both fingers gently in and out of Max, then spreads them apart, stretching out his tight little hole. “You just needed something in you, didn’t you?”

Max whines, louder this time, bringing his hands up to cover his wonderfully flushed face. Lewis’ fingers always feel so good in him; they’re long and elegant and nimble and sometimes Lewis curls them in just the right way that makes his toes curl and his back arch. Lewis adds a third, curling them up into the tight heat of Max’s body, and Max doesn’t know how much longer he can go without losing his goddamn mind.

A surprised moan falls from Max’s lips when Lewis’ fingertips nudge into his prostate. He’s gasping for breath, needily shifting his hips in the direction of Lewis’ fingers, frantic for more, when Lewis chuckles softly and pulls his fingers out, leaving Max empty and clenching down on nothing. “Wait,” Max tries to beg, his eyes big and needy, “I wasn’t—I want—”

“You want,” Lewis teases, kneeling between Max’s spread thighs and squeezing lube out onto his cock. “You always want.” He moves the panties aside once more, exposing Max’s tight little hole and letting his cock spring free, hard and flushed and profusely leaking. Shifting closer, Lewis fits his slick cockhead against Max’s tight rim, exhaling softly as he takes in just how well they fit together, how hot and needy Max is for him. It drives Lewis wild.

Max, although thoroughly embarrassed, manages to squeak, “Please, please,” as he tries to rock his hips down to meet Lewis’ cock. “I’m sorry, I—” he moves to cover his face again, hardly able to look Lewis in the eyes out of embarrassment for being so needy.

Lewis pushes gently forward, letting the head of his cock slip just inside of him. He can’t help but gasp at the slick heat that envelops his cockhead, something downright addicting that lives constantly in his wet dreams. “Don’t be,” he insists, his breaths already coming heavy. “There, see? You always take it so well.”

Max whines, loud and desperate, as Lewis slowly sinks his cock into his tight little hole. He’s had Lewis in him before, of course, but he doesn’t think he’ll ever adjust to just how big Lewis is, all hot pressure that nearly splits him open. Max pants as he forces himself to relax, his desperate, untouched cock twitching as Lewis pushes further and further into him. The praise, of course, doesn’t mitigate his problem, either; in fact, it goes right to Max’s cock, the mere knowledge that he’s being good and taking it well making him crazy.

He barely has time to adjust to Lewis’ cock stretching him out before Lewis is pulling back and thrusting into him again, shocking a moan from his lips. He reaches up to grab at Lewis’ tattooed shoulders, blunt nails digging into his skin as he’s fucked, absolutely ruined, by the driver he’s looked up to for so long.

“That’s it,” Lewis encourages through his harsh breaths as he fucks up into the slick heat of Max’s hole, his hold on Max’s waist surely firm enough to bruise. He can’t stop thinking about how pretty they’ll look on Max’s skin tomorrow, purplish marks lining his waist, and he thinks he’ll have to teasingly press on them a little, just to watch Max gasp and hiss through his teeth at the pain. He leans down to mouth at Max’s neck, kissing hot and wet across that beautiful expanse of pale skin before sucking a generous mark into a spot right below Max’s jaw.

Max’s cock twitches when he feels Lewis suck a mark into his neck. That’s in a spot that’ll be hard to hide, for sure, but would he want to hide it anyway? He tilts his head back and moans as Lewis fucks into him again, his cockhead bumping deliciously right into his prostate and making his back arch. “More, like that,” Max begs easily, the embarrassment ebbing further with each second this goes on. He’s happy to be a slut if it’s for Lewis.

Lewis growls and fucks into him harder, adjusting the position of Max’s body to fuck into him at a better angle. His cock slides into Max impossibly deep, burying itself to the hilt, before pulling back and pushing up into his prostate yet again. He delights in the way a full-body shudder rips through Max as a result, goosebumps rising across the planes of pale skin. Max just feels so fucking good around his cock, all slick and hot and tight where he clenches down around him; Lewis doesn’t know how much longer he can last at this rate, with Max’s pretty sounds in his ear and the gorgeous sight laid out before him.

He brings one hand between their bodies, easily wraps it around Max’s flushed, leaking cock, and strokes it in time with his thrusts, his cockhead bumping into Max’s prostate each time. Max is a whining, moaning mess, his back arching impossibly high as he grabs at Lewis’ shoulders, then the sheets for something to hold onto. “Come on,” Lewis urges, his voice low and uncharacteristically gravelly. “You can come, come on.”

Max doesn’t need any further encouragement. He comes with a pathetic cry, his cockhead spurting hot and thick over his own stomach and Lewis’ fingers. It’s so intense that it nearly whites out his vision and leaves him gasping, his cock twitching with oversensitivity. The drag of Lewis’ cock against his hole immediately becomes too much; he whines with each push of Lewis’ cock into him, his legs instinctually kicking out in protest, but Lewis is unrelenting, using Max’s hole like a personal toy to chase his own orgasm.

“Fuck,” Lewis hisses, leaning down to press his lips against Max’s neck again, and that’s all the warning Max gets before Lewis comes in him, filling his tight little hole with it. Lewis fucks it into him with a few deep strokes, making Max twitch and let out a soft whine.

Finally, it all stops. They’re both left panting, trembling from overstimulation. Max looks downright ruined—his hair sticks to his forehead and his cheeks are impossibly flushed—but Lewis takes in the sight nonetheless, etching it into his memory.

“Oh my God,” Max sighs once he gathers the ability to form words, wincing as Lewis slowly pulls out of him. “That was, ah. Really, uh, really needed, I think.”

“You think so?” Lewis asks, more of a tease as he pulls the panties to the side to cover Max’s softening cock with the royal purple silk again.

“Yeah. I think—oh God, Lewis, those are gonna get so dirty,” Max whines, his face flushing with embarrassment for what has to be the umpteenth time tonight. He presses one hand to his burning cheek, something twisting low in his gut at how Lewis smiles at him.

Lewis touches at the front of Max’s panties, running over his soft cock and making him twitch. “I will buy you hundreds of pairs of these if I have to,” he says decisively, his smile turning naughty, “but you’re right. Guess I should clean us up.” The mattress idly dips as Lewis slides off the edge of the bed and makes his way to the bathroom.

Max sighs, content, then looks down at himself—the streaks of come across his stomach, the way the panties strain against his cock, his shaking thighs. He really is a wreck, but if this is what he gets for obeying Lewis’ requests, this sure as hell won’t be the last time he’ll do so.

[dearlexies]

I will be writing some f1 one shots with Taylor Swift songs, and i will be accepting requests, so this is how it will work:

Send an ask or a comment in this post with the informations: what song (can be any that you want), which ship/friendship/solo character, and your idea (in case you want to add something for the story that is not in music like a plot, universe etc.)

Ex: 4433, haunted, past relationships/ghosts; where In a game of truth or dare, Max and his friends break into an abandoned house in the neighborhood and Max is sure that saw his ex-boyfriend, Lewis, who died years ago there, and now Max feels his presence everywhere.

Shipps I write: Max/Lewis, past Lewis/Nico, Lewis/Charles, Lewis/Max/Charles, Charles/Carlos, Charles/Sebastian, Sebastian/Jenson, Sebastian/Mark, Mick/Charles, Mick/Esteban, Mick/Esteban/Lance, Mick/Lance, Esteban/Lance, Alex/George, George/Daniel, Daniel/Lando, Lando/Carlos. In case the ship you're thinking isn't in the list, feel free to drop in a comment to confirm if I really don't write about them.

Ps; I won't write omegaverse or any ship with Pierre Gasly, Nico Hulkenberg, or with any of formula 2 or 3 drivers

[manoelt-finisterrae]

C’est là où le bât blesse

© Manoel T, 2023

[emilialois]

Max/Lewis mv edit #1

[rinna0017]

📷: Mark Sutton, FIA

[cuentoschinosen1999]

This moment is doing things to me.

[xiaoluclair]

LEWIS HAMILTON and MAX VERSTAPPEN | P2 & P1 ㅡ post race press conference

📍 Circuit de Barcelona-Catalunya // 04.06.2023 ↳ 📷: Mark Sutton