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Jenson, that's enough men for you, put one back.

Free use Nico R is going to make me hyperventilate stg. Like esp an a/b/o au (where omegas are more accepted and its not toxic), like noco whinging and desperate and just getting obliterated by every alpha that passes by. If you write that smut I will read it So Fast 🩷🩷

No pressure of course, but like esp Toto and Susie (because I can't forget my queen, she would take such good care of him) and then the rancid silver war Lewis hate-sex and then later on when hes a commentator and hes like the winners prize or smthn (during the max v Lewis years 👀👀)

Pass that princess around like a library book stg

So sorry for the long wait!! This turned out lomger than I anticipated(over 5000 words😳)

But uhhh anyways I had an idea loosely based on those prompts, do here you go!

(Also this hasn't been proofread or edited so apologies if the quality is utter garbage)

2006

Nico hadn't expected the night after his first introduction as a real Formula 1 driver to go like this. With his older teammate, Mark Webber, sitting behind him, hands on the omega's knees, holding his legs open. They were in Mark and Nico's hotel room, on the Aussie's bed. The alpha was fully dressed, whereas Nico had only his hoodie on, his lower half completely bare. He fiddled with the hem of the garment, his face flushed as the other men in the room look at him.

Before the bed stood Fernando Alonso and Jenson Button. The Spaniard spoke first, grinning as his eyes raked over the omega. "You weren't kidding when you said he was the prettiest thing you've ever seen," the alpha purrs, stepping closer to run his hand over Nico's calf. His legs instinctively try to close, but Mark keeps holding them open. Fernando chuckles, shaking his head. "And he's so shy too... It's adorable." Nico blushes more at the teasing tone in his voice, leaning back against his teammate a bit better. Mark's thumb strokes the inside of his knee gently, and he presses a kiss behind Nico's ear, his nose gently nuzzling into the omega's blond locks. "Just relax," he murmurs in his deep, accented voice.

Jenson speaks up for the first time, clearing his throat. He looks over at Fernando, who is now leaned over the omega, caressing his legs. "So you'll have him first then?" He questions, and Fernando nods. "Hell yeah. Unless Mark has dibs?" He looks over at the Aussie, who shakes his head. "Nah. I've had my fill and then some," he responds with a grin. "Have at it." Fernando doesn't need any more encouragement, as he stands up straight and starts unbuckling his belt. Jenson does the same, though after getting rid of his clothes he sits down on an armchair positioned to face towards the bed, lazily stroking his cock.

The scent of lust is thick in the air, and Nico starts getting lightheaded. His heart pounds in his chest, his face is flushed, and he can't stop the needy, helpless whine from emitting from his throat. It's a sound so primal that Fernando actually stops in his tracks where he's climbing over the bed and slotting himself between the omega's legs. The Spaniard looks up at the alpha behind Nico, raising an eyebrow. "Is he a virgin?" He asks bluntly. Mark huffs out a laugh, shaking his head. "No, wasn't even before I met him. But he doesn't seem very experienced either, considering how he is with me," he explains. Fernando humms, nodding in agreement, before continuing his way up.

Fernando leans down, and licks a long stripe up the omega's neck. Nico is completely flustered, a pink blush covering the pale skin on his ears, cheeks, nose, and shoulders. He can't speak, only whimper, and that he does. Fernando pulls back, pursing his lips. "Take the hoodie off," he says, mostly to Mark, who grabs the hem of it and starts pulling it off. Nico squeals as the last piece of clothing covering his body is taken off him, and he blushes furiously at the eyes raking over his exposed skin. His nipples are hard and rosy, the smooth, milky skin on his torso flushed. Fernando whistles lowly, setting his hands on Nico's waist, stroking his soft stomach with his thumbs.

Jenson, still sitting on the armchair, his hand stroking his cock slowly, speaks up once more. "Get on with it, Nando," he says. "I don't want to wait forever." The Spaniard scoffs, grinning. "I'll take as long as I want, thank you very much." But by now he was also getting quite aroused to the point of frustration, so without waiting much longer he grabbed Nico by the ankles and pulled him towards himself. Nico yelped as his back hit the mattress, his head now on Mark's lap and his legs dangling in the air over Fernando's shoulders. Mark strokes Nico's hair gently, running his fingers through the blond locks. The omega whines, soft purrs emitting from his chest.

Fernando begins pushing in, growling low in his throat as his cock begins to push through the tight ring of muscle. Nico throws his head back with a high-pitched howl, slick gushing from his hole, pooling on the sheets. The alpha above him groans, his head getting hazy with the scent of the omega's lust. He pushed his cock fully in, making Nico cry out. He clenched down on Fernando's cock, the alpha groaning loudly once more. The Spaniard begins to rock his hips back and forth, drawing out all kinds of filthy sounds from the omega under him.

Nico is squirming on the bed, whining and gasping with every hard thrust of the alpha's hips. Fernando starts pounding into him, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, along with the almost animalistic howls that Nico is letting out, and the low, satisfied growls of Fernando. Mark keeps stroking Nico’s hair, before suddenly gripping the blond locks and tilting the omega’s head back. Nico’s eyes widen, and Fernando licks his lips, grinning as he lunges down and sinks his fangs into Nico’s neck. The omega cries out, his back arching as his orgasm crashes over him like a tidal wave.

Fernando ruts his hips into Nico, growling into his neck. He looks up at Mark, letting go of Nico’s neck to speak. “He’s on the pill, right?” He asks, and Mark nods. “Of course.” Fernando nods, looking back down at Nico, his eyes full of lust and fire. Nico is breathing heavily, whimpering as the alpha fucks him through his orgasm, nearing his peak as well, his knot beginning to swell inside the German. Fernando moves his hips with a feral pace, throwing his head back with a low growl as he floods Nico’s insides with his cum. His knot swells to its full size, forming a bulge over the omega’s stomach.

Mark watches as the pair catch their breaths, Nico whining softly with his head still on the Aussie’s lap. He slides his hand down, stroking over the omega’s bulging stomach. The German whines, his chest heaving with his heavy breaths.

Jenson has been silent during the whole ordeal, just lazily stroking his cock at the scene playing out before him. Now he stands up, walking over to the bed. Fernando looks up at him as he pulls out, Nico’s hole clenching around nothing and dripping semen. “My turn,” he simply states, patting the Spaniard’s shoulder. Fernando steps aside, and Jenson climbs over the omega. “You know what? I think I’ll have a go after you,” Mark speaks up then, grinning at the Brit. “By the time you two are finished I think I’ll be ready to go again,” Fernando quips, making the two others chuckle.

It was becoming increasingly clear to NIco that the night was far from over.

2007

Lewis gasped as Nico grabbed him by the elbow, pulling him away from the party. They end up in the bathroom, Nico snapping the lock shut. Before Lewis can manage to speak up, Nico drops to his knees, and Lewis’s heart jumps to his throat. “Nico,” he chokes out, and the blond looks up at him through his lashes, raising an eyebrow at him. “Yeah?” The omega asks, unbuttoning the alpha’s jeans like it was no big deal.

“W-What are you doing?” Lewis manages to ask, his face flushed as he looks at the kneeling man. “Giving you a blowjob, of course,” Nico responds with a huff, like it was obvious. “You won the race. Your first race. In your rookie year. Celebrations are in order, no?” Lewis doesn’t know what else to do, but nod eagerly. Nico grins up at him, and continues undressing him.

Once Nico gets Lewis’s jeans down to his thighs, he bites his lip looking at the bulge in the other man’s underwear. He eagerly hooks his fingers under the waistband of the boxers, and slides them down. Lewis’s cock springs free, already hard and leaking, before being even touched. Nico licks his lips, whistling lowly. “You’ve been seriously holding out on me,” he murmurs, wrapping his hand around the base of Lewis’s cock. The Brit hisses, throwing his head back. “Fuck, Nico…” he breathes out, looking back down at the kneeling man. Nico grins, squeezing around the girth, feeling it throb in his hand.

Nico leans in, mouthing at the wet head of the alpha’s manhood. Lewis buries his hand in the omega’s hair, breathing heavily as he watches his best friend suckle in his cock. Nico slowly starts sucking him properly, slowly taking more and more into his mouth. Lewis whines lowly, rocking his hips back and forth desperately. Nico chuckles, the sound vibrating against Lewis’s sensitive flesh. Lewis whimpers again, tightening his hold on Nico’s hair.

Nico begins to bob his head, hollowing out his cheeks and sucking on the alpha’s cock. What he doesn’t fit in his mouth, he strokes with his hand. Lewis keeps whining and moaning above him, covering his mouth with his hand and tilting his head back, looking up at the ceiling so as to not immediately blow his load at the sight of his best friend on his knees, cheeks bulging obscenely with the girth of his manhood.

The sound of Nico’s sloppy sucking and the slight gagging noises he makes as the alpha’s blunt tip hits the back of his throat, and Lewis’s groans and whines fill the small club bathroom. Nico’s throat works around the shaft, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he pleasures the alpha with his mouth.

Lewis begins to whine louder not long after. “Nico… Omega, ah, ‘m close,” Lewis chokes out. Nico looks up at him through his blond lashes, bobbing his head faster. “So good…” Lewis whines, his hand gripping the German’s hair as he presses his head fully against his crotch. Nico gags a bit, but closes his eyes and breathes through it, his nose pressed against the tuft of coarse hair just above the base of his knot.

Nico swallows around him, and Lewis is gone. He lets out a high-pitched howl, his cock spurting out thick ropes of his seed down the omega’s throat. Nico dutifully swallows it all, only pulling back after Lewis has gone soft. The alpha pants above him, watching in awe as Nico licks his lips clean, wipes the tears from his eyes and stands up. He grins at the alpha, patting his shoulder. “Get dressed,” he says. “We’ve got a lot more partying to do tonight.”

2010

Nico is bent over the body of his racing car, one of the alpha mechanics holding his arms behind his back as his hips slam against the omega’s behind. The alpha breathes heavily, licking his lips as he stares down at the younger man, who is squirming a bit at the overstimulation. His face is flushed and a little teary, his lips parted as he pants heavily. The floor is wet with his slick and semen that has been steadily dripping from his hole every time he’s been filled up. The mechanics are lounging around, some watching the show, lazily stroking their cocks, and some relaxing and laying back, already having had their fill.

Nico hadn’t let anyone other than other drivers and maybe the odd team principal fuck him, but he had been told that opening himself up for other team members would be a good boost for team morale. And Nico is nothing if not a team player.

So here he is, in the garage, his legs shaking under him, covered in cum. It’s dripping down his legs, drying over his bare back, coating his stomach and even reaching up to his chest, not to mention the mess on his face.

The alpha behind him is still pounding into him, leaning down to lick at the sweat dripping down the back of Nico’s neck. He finally finishes after a few minutes, and Nico taps the roof of the car as a sign that he needs a break. The mechanics are on him immediately, swarming around him like a bunch of bumblebees. A warm, wet rag is being used to clean his legs and torso, several hands stroking his hair and back, the alphas and betas around him cooing at how pretty he is and how well he is doing. One of the men sticks a straw into the omega's mouth, who begins to suck on it. Nico’s eyes slip shut and he hums quietly as his mouth fills with sweet, cold drink.

One of the bigger mechanics wraps Nico up in a blanket, carrying him to the lounge area of the building, and gently setting him down on the nest set up for him on the couches. Nico purrs deep in his chest as he nuzzles into the soft pillows and blankets.

Some of the younger mechanics enter his nest after getting his permission, cuddling up to him and rumbling happily, pressing kisses into the omega’s hair and feeding him snacks. Nico closes his eyes and relaxes, surrounded by his team and the warmth of their bodies, wrapped in soft fabrics and pampered by the men around him.

2012

Nico honestly doesn’t know how he ended up in this situation. One moment he’s on the podium receiving his trophy, and the next he’s on his back in the RedBull hospitality, hands and ankles tied together behind his back. He’s mostly undressed, except for his fireproof shirt, which is now covered in droplets of precum. He’d like to say he isn’t enjoying this, but truth be told, he is.

Nico looks up at the man standing by his head. Sebastian, with his hand stroking his cock, grins down at him. Kimi is standing between his legs, rolling on a condom. “Open up,” Sebastian teases, nudging the omega’s lips with the blunt head of his cock. Nico rolls his eyes, but obeys nonetheless. “Good boy,” Sebastian purrs, and Nico swirls his tongue around the younger man’s sensitive flesh.

Kimi sighs quietly as he pushes in, Nico’s hole clenching down on him. Simultaneously Sebastian begins to rock his hips back and forth, pushing his cock deeper into the omega’s throat with every thrust. Nico breathes through his nose, relaxing his throat to allow the younger alpha to properly fuck his throat.

Kimi keeps swaying his hips back and forth, gently pushing into Nico as he holds him by the waist. Sebastian on the other hand is much more impatient, rutting his hips with a feverish pace, panting above him like an overexcited puppy. Nico would laugh, if his mouth wasn’t too occupied doing other things.

Bubbly spit dribbled from Nico’s lips, dripping down his face. He would’ve found it disgusting, if he wasn’t so embarrassingly turned on. Sebastian whimpers above him as Nico swallows around his cock, his hips jerking forwards suddenly, making Nico gag a little.

“You need to try his mouth, Kimi,” Sebastian says to the Finn between his heavy breaths. “It’s insane.” Kimi hums and nods in response. Nico would normally be offended at being reduced to some sort of object that can be tried and then discarded, but in this context he tried not to think about how the idea of that made his hole gush slick. Kimi seemed to notice, but he didn’t remark on it, which Nico was very grateful for.

Nico felt a tingly sensation in his lower stomach, his head getting a bit hazy at being stuffed on both ends, completely full and so, so satisfied by the feeling of it. He closed his eyes, let his head fall back a bit, and enjoyed the pleasure.

2014

Toto tuts softly as Nico tries moving on his lap. The omega whines as the older alpha wraps his arm around the blond’s narrow waist, holding him back against his chest. Nico whines quietly, his hole clenching and dripping slick around the alpha’s knot. “Be good,” the older man murmurs, writing on his laptop.

Nico leans his head back, eyes closing and a whimper escaping his lips as he trembles on Toto’s lap. Toto strokes his stomach gently, his knot lodged deep in the omega’s hole, forming a slight bulge on his stomach. “Daddy…” Nico whispers. “I know, I know,” Toto responds, pressing a kiss behind the German’s ear. “I’m almost done.”

Nico shivers a bit, clenching the blanket wrapped around him tightly in his hands. He’s completely naked, feeling exposed and vulnerable on the lap of the mostly clothed older man. Luckily the fluffy leopard print blanket wrapped around him soothes that feeling, keeping him warm and calming his nerves.

The door opens, and someone walks in. “Don’t wear the poor boy out,” a woman speaks. Nico cracks his eye open, seeing Susie standing by Toto’s desk, looking down at him with a small smile. Nico lets out a quiet hum, and the older alpha smiles at him. She reaches out to gently brush Nico’s hair away from his face, bringing her hand down to stroke his cheek softly. Nico purrs quietly, leaning into the touch, his eyes falling shut once more. He hears her say something along the lines of ‘pretty boy’.

“Tell him to come to my office once you’re done with him, okay?” Susie says to Toto, leaning in to give him a kiss on the lips. “Of course,” the man replies with a nod, and Susie walks off, not before giving Nico a kiss on the forehead as well.

2016

Nico’s back hits the wall in his driver’s room with a thud, and a pair of lips smash against his. Lewis presses his body tightly against the German’s, grabbing his wrists and pressing them up against the wall. Nico makes a sound as the alpha bites down on his lower lip, his brows furrowing and his lip curling into a sneer.

Lewis lets go of one of his wrists in favor of beginning to rip his racing suit open. Once he gets Nico’s racing suit open he yanks the top half down to his waist, turning him around and pushing him down on some crate that was left in the storage room. He yanks Nico’s fireproof pants and underwear down to his thighs, before undressing himself. Nico’s chest heaves with his heavy breaths as he watches the other man.

Lewis pulls his underwear down to get his cock out, grabbing Nico’s hip and spinning him over. Nico grunts as he’s turned on his stomach, Lewis’s hand wrapping around his mouth. The omega tries to turn his head to glare at the alpha, but before he can, Lewis is already pushing in.

Nico groans deep in his throat as the blunt head of his teammate’s cock pushes past the tight ring of muscle, his hole leaking slick down his thighs. Lewis growls quietly, pressing his nose into Nico’s neck, breathing in his scent.

Lewis pulls back, and slams his cock back in, setting a brutal pace. Nico’s body rocks back and forth, and he bites down on Lewis’s hand as he moans loudly. Lewis groans and bites down on his shoulder, rutting into the omega with a feral pace.

Nico whimpers and arches back into the thrusts, his eyes slipping shut as his legs fight to keep him upright. Lewis breathes heavily, sweat dripping down his back as his sharp canines sink into the omega’s skin. Nico wraps his hand around Lewis’s neck, burying his fingers into the alpha’s short curly hair, holding him close against himself.

The small room is filled with the sound of skin on skin, heavy breathing and almost feral snarling from the both of them. They’re pushing and pulling, scratching and biting, leaving their mark on each other. Finally after what feels like an eternity, Nico lets himself go. His orgasm washes over him with intensity he didn’t expect, his knees going weak as he finally finds his release after months of stress and ruthless dedication. He lets out a rather embarrassing whine as the alpha follows suit, filling the omega up before letting go of him, letting Nico collapse onto the crate.

Nico is barely conscious, shivering from the aftershocks, when he hears Lewis zipping his racing suit back on, wordlessly exiting through the door. He doesn’t even close it all the way though. The bastard.

2021

Max walks towards the room at the end of the hallway. He’s fresh out of the shower, exhausted and worn thin, the weight of his first championship hanging on his shoulders. It was a good, solid reminder of his accomplishments, but he was tired. So when an official had knocked on his door and handed him a letter, he had rightfully been a bit exasperated.

He had opened the letter, and inside he found a room number and a matching keycard, signed with a heart. Max had contemplated for a moment, but his curiosity won by a long shot, so he changed into more comfortable clothes, tugged on his shoes and left to find the room.

He swipes the keycard on the lock and opens the door, stepping in and turning to close it. The first thing that hits him is the thick scent wafting through the air, his nostrils flaring and lips parting as the sickly sweet scent shoots straight to his core. Omega.

Max whips around, eyes widening as he takes in the scene in front of him. The room is dimly lit, the windows framed with dark red curtains. There’s a dresser made from dark mahogany wood, and a matching round table. On the table is an opened bottle of champagne in the ice, and a glass next to it. In the middle of the room is a large king sized canopy bed, the beddings also a matching dark red. And on the bed, lounging against the large, plush pillows, dressed in a red silk robe and holding a glass of champagne, was a figure very familiar to the new champion.

“Nico?” He blurted out in shock, his tired brain working overtime trying to make sense of the situation. The older omega grinned, sipping his champagne. “Evening, Max,” he greeted the younger man, taking a sip from his glass. “I hope you don’t mind that I started without you. I have been waiting quite a while,” he continues, shifting on the bed. The hem of his robe slips off his knee, pooling down on the mattress, revealing the soft, pale thigh underneath. Max has to close his mouth to not drool at the sight.

Nico stands up then, and walks over to Max, then past him, and stops by the table. Max’s breath hitches as he sees the back of the robe, his own name embroidered in cursive black text across the omega’s shoulderblades. Nico sets his glass down, filling it back up, and then pours champagne onto the other glass as well. He takes his own glass into his hand, and hands the other one to Max. Nico reaches over, gently clinking the rim of his glass against Max’s, looking at the other man with uncontained lust. “Congratulations,” he purrs, sipping his drink. Max brings the glass to his lips, taking a sip of the drink, which does nothing to help with his dry mouth.

“I… What is this?” Max finally asks, trying to wrap his head around everything. Nico throws his head back, letting out a laugh. He shakes his head, amused. “You still haven’t figured it out, huh?” He responds, sipping his drink. “Don’t worry. I’ll explain,” he continues, returning to the bed. He lays back down on the pillows, parting his legs. “This… Is your prize,” he continues, motioning at the room, and Max almost chokes on his drink. “There’s this little… Tradition, for the champions. The winner of the drivers championship may choose an omega of their liking to spend the night of their win with. And if I’m being honest, I was very flattered that you chose me,” Nico continues, setting his glass down on the bedside table.

“Chose you…” Max murmurs, thinking about his choice of words. Then he remembers it. Around a month ago, at a club in Las Vegas during an after race party. A man in a suit had approached him, starting up a conversation. At some point the man had asked him if he could have any omega he wanted, who would that be. Max had assumed it was just the usual banter between two alphas, so without hesitation he had responded with “Nico Rosberg”. The man grinned and nodded, and offered him another round of drinks. Looking back on it, it seems like that had been the moment leading up to this. The fulfillment of every single wet dream from his teenage years, all the times he had stood in the shower, furiously jerking off at the thought of that very same omega. And here he was, practically offered to him on a silver platter.

Max throws his head back, gulping down the champagne, before setting the glass down and yanking his shirt off over his head. Nico lets out a satisfied trill, grinning as his eyes rake over the younger alpha’s physique. “There you go,” he murmurs, setting his own glass away and running his hand through his hair. Max walks over to the bed, crawling onto it and over the older omega. “You- uh… Do you have a condom?” He asks, and Nico can’t help but snort. “Oh, darling. There’s anything you could ever want in here,” he responds. “Though I don’t mind if you don’t use one. But feel free to take a look around,” he continues, motioning at the unassuming dresser by the wall. Max gets back up, his cock jerking in his pants at the implication of those words.

The alpha walks over to the dresser, opening the first drawer. Inside he finds a variety of condom packets and medicine bottles. Max looks over at Nico, slightly puzzled. “What are all these for?” He asks, motioning at the medicines. “Oh, the usual stuff,” the omega responds. “Oral contraceptives, aphrodisiacs and so on.” Max nods slowly, a tingly feeling of excitement pooling at his lower stomach, before opening the second drawer. Inside he finds a variety of high-quality accessories. There’s collars, gags, cuffs, harnesses, blindfolds, clamps, rope and a leash. In the next drawer he finds a selection of toys, plugs, whips, riding crops, paddles and even a waxplay kit.

In the last drawer at the very bottom of the dresser is a wide range of clothes and accessories. Outfits for roleplay, sets of lingerie and so on.

Max takes a moment to take it all in, his mind running wild with imagination. But one thing he wants the most is the one he’s the most hesitant to do. Nico can clearly sense this, as he speaks up from his spot on the bed. “What are you thinking about?” He questions, his voice smooth and soothing in a way that causes a shiver to run down Max’s back.

“I just, um…” Max starts, scratching the back of his neck. “I want to try all this and, yeah, but… Could we maybe start with something, eh… More vanilla, I guess?” He finally manages to mumble out. Nico just smiles and shakes his head. “Anything you want, baby. You call the shots tonight.” Max tries not to think about how the petname makes him feel.

Max returns to the bed, crawling over Nico. He removes his pants and boxers, the older omega watching and drinking in the sight of him. Max finds himself growing a little flustered, and he throws the clothes onto the floor.

Nico opens the belt of his robe, letting it fall off. Max’s jaw drops as he sees what Nico is wearing under it. A pair of dark blue lace panties and a matching bralette, a charm with the letter M hanging from the middle of the top, glinting in the dim light as it rests against the omega’s sternum. The alpha licks his lips, hesitating a bit before reaching out, his fingers skimming over the waistband. “You can touch,” Nico encourages, and Max doesn’t need to be told twice.

Max sets his hand on the omega’s waist, slowly stroking the smooth skin of his abdomen. He gently squeezes the softness on Nico’s sides, before sliding his hands down to the omega’s thighs, squeezing them as well. He rubs Nico’s things for a while, before sliding his hands back up, carefully and shyly squeezing Nico’s pectorals. The omega huffs out a giggle, the sound soft and lively, making Max’s hair raise on the back of his neck.

Max leans down and begins to mouth at the skin on Nico’s neck. The omega tilts his head back, and Max presses kisses all over his skin, before trailing down to his chest. Max wraps his arms around Nico, gently unclasping the bralette, removing it from Nico. He sets it aside, and starts mouthing at the omega’s nipples. Nico sighs and leans back into the pillows, shivering a bit. Max presses kisses down to the omega’s stomach, inhaling his sweet scent, briefly wondering about how it would look like if it was filled with his pups. Max shakes the thought away from his head, and continues down.

Max slides Nico’s panties off, the sweet scent of the omega’s slick making him feel lightheaded. Max climbs back up, looking up at Nico with a desperate expression. “Can I kiss you?” He asks, and Nico responds by pulling him into a deep kiss. Max whimpers against the omega’s lips, moving closer until their bodies are completely pressed together. Max can’t stop himself from touching and groping the omega all over, his cock hard and leaking between his legs. Nico of course notices this, parting his thighs invitingly. Max doesn’t need to think before thrusting in, sinking his cock into the omega’s wet hole, the warm muscles gripping him like a vice. It feels so good that Max could cry.

Max begins to rock back and forth experimentally, breathing heavily against Nico’s neck. His cock is throbbing and twitching, so painfully hard that Max feels like his head is losing oxygen from the blood rushing south. Nico strokes Max’s back slowly, his hand sliding down to the alpha’s lower back, pulling him closer and pressing the alpha’s cock deeper. Max bites his lip and whimpers, and Nico wraps his legs around Max’s waist.

Max leans down to kiss Nico again, sucking on his lower lip and nibbling on it, making the omega sigh quietly, and part his lips. Max licks into his mouth, moving his hips faster as he fucks into the older man, holding onto his hips tightly.

It’s almost embarrassing how quickly Max’s orgasm sneaks up on him, but he can’t help it. Not when he has the most beautiful omega in the world right under him, writhing on his knot. Max’s knot swells and plugs up the omega’s hole, pumping him full of his seed. Max whines quietly, nuzzling into the omega’s neck. Nico purrs happily, running his fingers through Max’s hair.

Max raises his head, looking up at Nico, his cheeks a bit blushed. Nico laughs softly and cups the alpha’s cheeks gently, stroking his skin with his thumb and pressing a kiss onto his nose. Max blushes furiously, burying his face into Nico’s chest.

Britney's in the wall || Webberg

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

Nico scoffed softly "What are you talking about?"

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

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

Masterlist || AO3

for a thing that's hypnotic

jenson button/lewis hamilton/nico rosberg/mark webber

3.5k words, rated e

part 3 of spiraling shape, my mark webber sports masculinity manifesto

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