I wanted comic sans but this'll have to do

Pierre wasn't gonna give anyone the satisfaction of forgetting his well deserved podium. He was going to have you, he deserved it.

And although you hated the word, you did agree with the sentiment.

He found you, hanging around and waiting for the paddock to slowly empty of the crowds.

When you caught his eye, you immediately knew what he wanted. He nodded toward the Alpine motorhome and you gladly followed his lead.

You needed extensive prep, courtesy of his very much above average sized dick, which was already straining the fabric of his suit at the promise of getting to have you after so long.

His thick fingers spread you, and his mouth made contact with your inner thighs, in a gentle kiss.

He was going to savour this.

Propped on the edge of his massage table, eyes locked on his, you were shivering in anticipation despite the heat of Monaco.

Two fingers pushed in once you were wet enough, and the way he curled them ripped a groan out of you.

Then a third finger, which, despite his hands not being the biggest, was quite a stretch.

Once he was satisfied he'd fit, he hurriedly got undressed and repositioned himself at your entrance, hands grasping your hips in a last-ditch effort to not lose his mind.

He sank in slowly, praying to all the gods that you wouldn't tell him to stop, and when he realised his hips were flush with yours it was all he could do to hold himself back.

"Fuck" he breathed. "You take me so well..."

It was slow to start with, getting you used to the stretch, and only after a while could he pick up a little speed and rhythm.

He couldn't slam into like he wanted for fear of hurting you, but he wasn't complaining when you felt so perfect and slick around him.

The noises spilling from your lips spurred him on, and his brain almost shut down entirely when you grabbed the back of his neck and gasped "You feel so big..." before kissing him like you were starving.

He was already out of breath, and your words certainly weren't helping his composure.

He loomed over you and pushed you down flat on your back, and his eyes immediately fell on the slight bump on your lower belly.

He put your hand on it, under his soft palm and you both moaned in unison.

"You feel me?"

You nodded, and you felt the shift. The way his eyes became darker and his hips stuttered as he angled them slightly differently.

Your moans grew in pitch and his hands went back to your hips to steady himself, and pull you back towards his thrusts.

"Pierre-" he knew that specific tone, you were close, so he changed nothing, keeping the exact same pace and pressure until you were gripping the edge of the table for dear life and coming with a muffled sob.

He wasn't far off either. He waited until you were satisfied and overstimulated to pull out and come all over your puffy cunt, coating it and your inner thighs before rubbing the tips of his fingers through the mess and pushing it back inside you.

You moaned weakly and he groaned. "You're gaping..."

You chuckled. "Don't go getting a big head"

"I already have a big head" he smirked.

"And you deserve it. A podium in an Alpine, huh?"

He laughed and helped you off the table to clean up in the shower.

"Got any plans after this?" he asked.

"I don't know. Haven't really given it much thought yet"

You needed to see if you had any messaged, if there were any eager mouths to feed, so to speak.

And one message popped up on your phone when you looked. It was Isack, and apparently he was with Kimi, and he was the only one of the two who had the balls to text you.

Understandable, given the predicament Kimi had found himself in last week.

You joined them at the club, which was predictably packed with people who were apparently all eager to shower Kimi with praise. But when you showed up, he only had eyes for you, given the dress you were wearing. If you could even call it that. It was more like you'd wrapped a couple of silk scarves around your important bits and called it a day.

Him and Isack were on you within minutes. And when the drinks got stronger, and the songs got a little less house and a little more bass driven, the two drivers got closer, and soon you were sandwiched between them in a position that could only be considered indecent.

Isack was plastered to your back with his hands on your bare waist, while you had your arms around Kimi's neck, bringing him closer with every coordinated roll of your hips.

Thankfully, no one was paying you any mind, because Isack picked that moment to slide a palm under the fabric barely covering your thigh and felt you up properly. Of course your panties were already damp, and when it inevitably led to Isack slipping a finger inside you, he gasped.

"You've been busy, no?" he groaned into your ear. It was barely a stretch when he went straight to three inside. "You..."

Whatever he was going to say died on his tongue when he spotted Pierre making his way through the throng to join you.

"Good to see you can still walk." Pierre teased, and although you couldn't see it, the look on Isack's face was literally the pikachu meme.

He knew what Pierre was packing, and he had just enough braincells to put two and two together.

Kimi was clueless, happy to give Pierre a fist bump and carry on humping you.

"You kids have fun, yeah?" the frenchman winked, and disappeared again.

You rolled your eyes, and Kimi suddenly noticed Isack's hand between your bodies. "Do you want to get out of here?"

You and Isack nodded at the same time.

You followed Kimi outside, not missing the way Isack discreetly brought his fingers to his lips to clean them of your juices.

The hotel was only a couple of minutes away, but it felt like an eternity as you had to bat their hands away to stop them from doing something stupid like fucking you in the street and causing an incident.

Once in the room, the anticipation was killing the three of you, so you got naked as quick as you could and got on the bed with them.

It wasn't long before Kimi was spreading your legs and realising what Isack was talking about earlier. You were still so loose that he just gasped and shoved his tongue in as deep as it would go.

As fun as he was with his mouth, you weren't in the mood for games right now.

"Would you like to fuck me both at the same time?" You batted your lashes at Isack, and you suddenly realised how heavy your eyes felt. The alcohol was catching up to you and making you a little sluggish.

Kimi and Isack were a little red in the face, but they readily agreed.

As expected, when Kimi's cock breached you, it wasn't much of a stretch. He was lying under you, with Isack hovering behind you waiting to slide in next to his gridmate.

When he did, it was definitely a stretch. No offense to Kimi, but Isack was quite a bit thicker, and you could absolutely feel the difference.

It took some doing, but finally they were both flush inside you, and there was no doubt your inebriated states were probably making this easier. You were relaxed, so the two of them were free to move immediately and the feeling made your legs wobble.

Like this they could reach all the spots. Everything inside you was being stimulated, and you felt so full it was hard to keep yourself upright.

Thankfully Isack felt you start to slump so he wrapped an arm around you and splayed his fingers across your chest you hold you up.

They panted and groaned with how tight and wet you were, and how easily you were taking them.

The alcohol must have been affecting them aswell, because they were lasting longer than you would've expected. They just kept going, and going. You could've been there for hours for all you knew.

It felt incredible, your insides were melting and it was almost a surprise when an orgasm built and crashed over you so strongly your whole body gave out, and even Isack could hold you up as he followed and half-slumped over your back as he promptly lost control.

"My god..." Isack admired the way you tried to clench around nothing, but you were still open and leaking uncontrollably.

Kimi apparently came too, because the sheer quantity of cum leaking out of you was obscene. It coated your thighs and dripped onto Kimi's skin under you, and the two of them pulled out with a squelch.

Kimi looked utterly dazed and he looked so cute you couldn't help kissing him.

He couldn't resist, he dipped a finger inside, and trailed it around your puffy lips, making you tense. You felt raw, and it almost tickled your oversensitive skin.

"You look good like this..." then his finger slid higher, over your perineum to your ass.

He applied the lightest pressure against your rim, then released.

"Can I?"

You snorted, kneeling back upright to look at him.

"Get another podium, or a win, then we'll talk"

"Why shower when we're just going to make you dirty again?"

He whined and you climbed off Kimi to make your way to the bathroom.

You turned and they were wearing matching salacious smiles.

Hip cocked, you rolled your eyes. "Why not just follow me into the shower instead of risking a cleaning fee?"

Their brows jumped.

Then they jumped, and all but dragged you into bathroom.