The Best Kept Secret on the Grid || f1 x reader
GR, CL, MV, PG, LH x fem!readerWarnings: pure smut (foursomes (all three holes)), totally unsafe sex practices - wrap it before you tap it IRL! Degrading words (dirty slu*t etc) no slu*t shaming here.
F1 Masterlist || Part One || Part Two
You were no stranger to the drivers of Formula One, in fact you would go so far as to say some were even your friends. You had been frequenting the podium after parties from the moment you turned 18 and could get past the bouncer. But one particularly spectacular drunken night changed everything.
It had started out as harmless flirting, a kiss on the cheek here, a squeeze of a hard bicep there. Compliments were rolling off your tongue as you congratulated the three podium winners of the race and they each had their own compliment to say about you.
Max, Charles and George had surrounded you in a dimly lit corner booth as a hostess came around with another bottle of champagne. “A toast,” George said as he held the bottle up. “To fine wine and even finer company. Open up gorgeous.”
You opened your mouth for him as he tipped the bottle up. Bubbles filled your mouth before trickling over your lips and down your chin but Max was there to catch it as he ran his tongue up the length of your neck, lapping at the alcohol that George continued to pour.
“You’re a filthy slu*t aren’t you?” Max chuckled as he swiped his thumb over your damp lips. “What do you think, Charles?”
“I think she’d look even more beautiful with my dick in her mouth,” Charles moaned as his hand disappeared under the table and you echoed the sound as you imagined slipping underneath it and onto your knees.
“She likes that idea,” George confirmed before he took a drink from the champagne bottle. “But what about the rest of us?”
Your puss* ached with need and you took his free hand, running it up your bare thigh to the edge of the dress that barely covered your panties. “I can multitask.”
George slipped his hands higher and traced the pads of his fingers over the damp lace between your legs. “What do you say, Max? I think she can handle it, she’s already so wet for us.”
You arched your back, needing more of his touch but he tutted and pulled his hand back before having a quick taste of his fingers. His eyes fluttered shut with a moan and Max was on his feet in an instant. “Whose room is closest?”
The guys pulled out their room keys with different hotel names across the city and you giggled as you pulled yours out. It was for this hotel and just a few floors up. “I win.”
Charles grinned as he plucked the card from your fingers with a wink and George’s arm curled around your waist as everyone rushed to get out of the packed ballroom.
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What happened once, happened again, and again, and again. You became the best kept secret on the grid, and the biggest motivator for the drivers to win, because the real prize came after the podium party.
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Pierre had come third for the first time this season and Max had been quick to clap him on the back and tell him the night was only just getting started. His jaw had dropped when you slipped under the table in the crowded party and freed his co*ck but he quickly recovered from the shock when your tongue teased his sensitive tip.
You now conveniently always booked a room at the after party venue and Pierre had been quick to accept the invitation to join his podium winners in having more fun in your room. It was how you found yourself riding Pierre’s co*ck in the middle of the floor, while Max knelt behind you with a bottle of lube, his finger teasing and prepping your ass to take him.
Max was as ruthless off-track as he was on and always ready to push you to the limit as he filled you inch by inch. Your eyes rolled back with a scream of pure pleasure and white lights danced across your vision at the stretch of having both holes stuffed so full.
“Harder, f*ck, I can take it,” you begged as you rolled your hips into the rhythm they set, taking them deeper each time.
“Shhh, baby girl,” Lewis grinned as he knelt in front of you and stroked his hard length in his hand. “Can’t have you giving away our secret to everyone in the building.”
You opened your mouth wide for him, feeling your jaw protest the size of his co*ck before it hit the back of your throat and you gagged around him, saliva dripping down your chin.
“Now I know why you hate losing so much,” Pierre said to Max as he felt your walls tightening around his co*ck. “f*ck the trophies.”
“Mhmmm,” you agreed, “f*ck me instead.”
“I wish you could see how good you look taking our dicks.” Max’s rhythm faltered for a second before he reached across you to his phone that was still in the pocket of his discarded jeans. “I am a genius.”
The light of his flash cast shadows on the carpet and you moaned around Lewis’ co*ck when Max spanked your ass. Heat ignited across your skin and your c*nt clenched in response, drawing a shaky breath from Pierre as he broke away from your breasts he had been sucking on.
“Merde, do that again,” he ordered Max and another lick of flame scorched your skin as he brought his palm down on your other cheek. “Putain, I’m gonna cum.”
“Me too,” Lewis said through gritted teeth as you bobbed your head up and down the length of him, your tongue pressed flat so you could feel the thick, pulsing vein that ran along his shaft.
“Filthy little slu*t, you want us to pump you full of our cum?” You moaned in response to Max’ dirty words, your walls quivering as you reached the precipice of bliss. “Good girl, take it.”
Max slammed into you, pushing your hips down onto Pierre with his body weight and you came with them, the hot spurts of their cum painting your inner walls that clenched so tight no one could move. Your scream of pleasure was silenced by your mouthful as Lewis threw his head back and spilled his seed down your throat, the huge load leaking over your lips as you tried to swallow it all.
You collapsed panting against Pierre’s chest and Max slowly eased his way out of you before falling to the plush carpet beside you where Lewis was also reclining to catch his breath.
“How has this stayed a secret?” Pierre asked his fellow drivers while you used him as a body pillow.
“Imagine if all 20 of us had this motivation,” Lewis chuckled and shook his head. “It would be carnage on the track.”
Click here for part two.
