Mara

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Oscar Piastri/Carlos Sainz Jr - 2k - Rated E - Omegaverse

Because to him, Max is like a god worthy of worship. A deity. An entity. Max is someone Oscar would be willing to kneel at an altar for.

That’s why he doesn’t understand why any of Max’s previous partners ever let him go, or ever agreed to a breakup in the first place.

Oscar can’t help the confusion when he lies in bed, eyes heavy and body sagging from sleep after a night of passion and whispered promises into the mattress. He lies with his head resting on his hands, body curled around a pillow as the sheet drapes across his naked body. He watches Max who presses his forehead against the window as he watches the bustling city below them. They’re high enough that nobody below can see Max’s naked body, illuminated by the morning sun. At least that’s what Max assures Oscar when he fucks him against the window.

Max knows what he’s doing, and Oscar can’t help but be smitten by it. Especially when Max's hands know just where to touch, when to caress and when to linger.

Oscar shifts position on the bed, letting the sheets ride up a little so the swell of his bare ass is visible. Max turns at the rustle, an immediately warm smile appearing on his face before he lets his eyes rake down Oscar’s body. When he spots Oscar’s bait, he falls for it, hook, line, and sinker.

“Did I not tire you out enough last night?” He asks, his warm smile turning to a smirk as he crosses the room, leaning over the bed to kiss Oscar’s cheek.

“Clearly not,” Oscar says back, shifting again, so the sheet slips further from his body. Max practically growls as he climbs on top of Oscar. Pinning his body beneath him.

Carlos Sainz Jr/Oscar Piastri/Charles Leclerc - 2.3k - Rated E

Oscar Piastri/Max Verstappen - 1.3k - Rated General

Oscat Piastri

Carlos Sainz Jr/Oscar Piastri - 2k - Rated E

Carlos takes Oscar's virginity and doesn't call back in the morning.

Carlos Sainz Jr/Oscar Piastri - 1.7k - Rated E

It felt like a game, this whole thing; the assumption that at some point this little circus act would become redundant was futile. Every time Carlos had his hands around Oscar's neck, it was as if their bodies were pulling them closer, unwillingly. A magnetic pull, as Carlos had so brilliantly described. Both on and off track, nothing could wedge between them, stopping this never-ending spiral into madness. A fucked up rollercoaster with no end in sight, only an inevitable drop into darkness, a pit of unease and unknowing.  

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Max knew something was up the moment he caught a glimpse of dozens of McLaren staff fussing around Oscar in the garage- one with a thermometer firmly thrust in Oscar’s ear. Oscar had that stupid little pout on his lips and pink flushed cheeks as he looked up at the staff member with rather pathetic eyes.

Max didn’t want to stare- or risk being accused of trying to snoop so he moved on quickly, walking past the garage towards his own. The mental image of Oscar stayed though- those big wet eyes and pink cheeks. It was hard to forget about it.

George knew something was up when he saw Oscar chatting quietly with his race engineer- Toms face scrunched in a look of concern as Oscar squirmed where he stood.

That wqsnt the issue though.

It was the scent wafting from Oscar as George approached- sweet and strong. Enticing.

Pre-heat. George stopped dead in his tracks when Oscar turned to look at him- seemingly not shocked to see him.

“Sorry mate, the blockers don’t work as great in this heat,” Oscar said casually, but the tips of his ears were red and his breath was coming out in short pants.

“Nah, mate. You’re good. Not like you can help it, right?” George said, taking a single step closer. But even just that slight closure of distance spiked Oscar’s scent- the potency of it making something churn in George’s stomach.

Want.

Oscar clearly caught onto it.

“I know it’s distracting…” He muttered as Tom shifted uneasily on his feet. George had completely forgotten he was even there.

“Nah…you’re good,”

When George finally made it back to the hotel to find Max already there, he all but fell into Maxs arms.

Max let out a surprised oof as he was crushed into the mattress but he wrapped his arms around George anyway.

Max let his nose come to bury in George’s hair before he flinched back- George looked up at him with concern.

“You good?”

“Uh- you smell…Oscar,” Max mumbled, eyes wide.

George smirked, hand rubbing circles on Maxs chest “Wow, very intelligible,” he said

“Sorry, I mean I can smell Oscar on you. He must be in heat,”

“Pre heat,” George corrected, laying back down on Maxs chest.