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carboysandbikemen · 1 year

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okay i love your profile so much!!! do u think u can write something for lewis and max’s sister oc after abu dhabi last year?? like he’s really mad and she’s just there for him to use her and relieve the tension??

Thank you! We absolutely can!!! Love those toxic vibes ahah. This made me insane and it was such a (fucked up) joy to write, I hope it's close to what you wanted! (SORRY that it’s a bit fucked up 😬)-🐝

Consolation Prize

Warnings and tags: 18+ obvs, Angry hate-fuelled sex but all consensual, just a bit (probably a lot) toxic, blowjob, unprotected sex, spanking, under-negotiated kink I guess, anal fingering.

Word count: 2,479

Part 2

Of course, you're happy that Max has won. What sister wouldn't be? You can’t exactly be upset when you see him celebrating with the team before running over to you and picking you up, spinning you around as he laughs with joy at being a World Champion.

Although, you can’t help but catch Lewis' eyes as you look over Max's shoulder. The flirty teasing energy you've had, but never acted on, all season is gone, his eyes instead fixing you with a cold anger that makes your heart clench.

"Lewis." You start, but you realise you don't know what to say. Of course you're sorry but no words are going to make up for the fact that he just lost this championship by a technicality, by a flagrant and bias rule change.

"Don't. Just don't." He says, anger in his voice. The tension bleeding out into the room and nearly choking you.

"Do you want me to go?" You ask, voice small.

"I want you to get on your knees so I can fuck your face." He says, jaw clenched, almost like a challenge. Almost like he expects you to walk out and leave him.

You take a breath.

"Okay." You say, and sink to your knees.

His eyes widen and he glances down at you in shock, as if he can’t quite process what's happening.

"You… what are you doing?"

Lewis' voice is a little shaky, with anger mostly, but you manage to keep your resolve, jutting your chin up defiantly.

"You want me on my knees Lewis, well here I am. Take it. Take what you need." He steps closer to you. "Take me."

He moves to stand in front of you, whispering your name like a warning. This is so fucked up. This is borderline toxic, you know. But, as fucked up as you know this is, you need it.

"Are you sure?"

He's giving you a way out but you don't want it, all you want is him, all you can think about is him. You look down to his crotch where the outline of his dick is already visible and you can feel yourself getting desperate. Of course this isn't how you'd imagined this going but if this is how you're finally going to get him then so be it.

"I'm sure Lewis."

He grips your chin with his strong tattooed hand and tilts your head, and your line of sight, away from his crotch and up to his face. His eyes are set hard with frustration and anger but there's something underneath all that which calls to you.

Still, he's harsh with his movements as he puts his thumb inside your mouth and pushes down on your tongue so your mouth drops open.

"Will you tell me? If I go too far?"

"Yeah." You manage around his thumb.

Although you're not sure he could, go too far, not when you're so desperate to give him anything he needs right now to make this better.

He nods, eyes hardening slightly as he fucks two fingers into your mouth, testing your gag reflex. His eyes darken as you sit there and take it.

"Take your top off." He all but commands and you scramble to do it, unhooking your bra for good measure as he thumbs down his trousers and boxers, not even bothering to step out of them as he gets his hand around his hardening dick.

"That’s it." He says. "Fuck, look at you. Your brother’s just won the fucking championship and here you are on your knees for me like a good little whore."

"Lewis." You breathe out but it's full of need and want and he smirks.

He takes both his hands and runs them through your hair, gripping on as he pulls you towards him and you let him do it. The movement is a gentle pressure, but you can tell he's holding back, you can tell he wants to choke you on his cock. You can tell it's coming.

Slowly, he guides you onto his cock, and you sigh as you finally get your mouth around him. He's big, of course he is, but you're determined to take it. Not that he gives you much choice as he tightens his grip in your hair until it’s almost painful and guides you forward and backwards, fucking you onto him.

It's almost more demeaning this way, with him fucking you onto his dick rather than fucking your mouth himself, like you're just a little fucktoy for him to release his stress out on.

After a minute or so he picks up his pace, thrusting his hips at the same time, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag around him. It doesn't deter him though, and he fucks even harder into you, choking you as a few tears escape the corners of your eyes.

You want to take it further but he's so big. You need to take it further, you need this to be good for him.

Spit is dripping down your chin and onto your bare chest but you don't care, you grip his strong thighs for balance as you push yourself forward a little as he thrusts, really choking yourself on him this time, letting the tears run down your face.

You're pretty sure your makeup is ruined but as you look up Lewis is looking directly at you, face nearly impassive.

Suddenly, you're overwhelmed with the idea that this might be all you get. Things are so bad now between you all, between Lewis and your brother that realistically this is never going to happen. You might never get Lewis how you want him and if this is all you get, then you want more than Lewis coming down your throat.

Desperately, you take your hand on his thigh and tap him as you choke on his cock.

He pulls you off him but doesn't let go of his grip in your hair.

"What?” He says, annoyed and frustrated. He glares down at you with a level of contempt that makes you want to cry a little but you push past it.

"Lewis I want you to fuck me properly. I want you to come in me." You try and sound confident but your voice is raw, and you cant even imagine what you look like, teary eyed, makeup smudged with spit dripping from your lips and chin.

Lewis lets out a low noise that sounds like something between a groan and a growl and pulls you up to your feet.

You get the memo and quickly undo your jeans, pulling them down at the same time as your underwear and quickly flinging them into the same pile as your top while Lewis steps out of his clothes. He keeps the shirt on though, the Mercedes polo shirt, a constant reminder.

He manoeuvres you until you're bent over the arm of the sofa, running a hand down your back in a way that almost feels intimate. His hand continues down over your ass and dips between your legs.

You feel yourself blush into the cushions as he feels how wet you are.

Lewis laughs, but it's cold and mean. "Can't believe you're getting off on this. You're so fucking wet already."

He smacks your ass, making you jump and let out a small surprised noise.

"Practically dripping just from sucking my cock. Do you need it that badly? Do you need my dick in you that much?" He goads.

When you don't reply he smacks your ass again.

"Lewis." You whine at him.

Another smack on the other side.

"Tell me how much you want it. Beg me for it."

"Lewis please, please." You try but it's clearly not good enough as he lands another smack.

"Lewis, I need you to fuck me, please, I need it so badly."

You feel the head of his dick press against you and you sigh, fucking finally. Instead of giving you what you need though, he runs his dick up and down your wet folds, teasing you, bumping against your clit as you squirm under him.

He does this a few times as you moan and squirm, before placing himself with just the tip pushing against your hole and freezing.

You try to push back and he holds your hips so you cant move.

"Tell me who should have won today."

Fuck. All you need is for him to put his dick in you for god’s sake. Just do it Lewis, you think desperately, just fuck me already.

"You." You gasp out. "You should have won. You deserve to have won."

"Yeah?" he pushes in a little but then backs out again and you nearly cry from frustration.

"Yeah Lewis, you're the better driver, you always have been."

He fucks in again but not enough, withdrawing just as quickly. You get the point.

"It should have been you on that podium. It should have been you holding that trophy."

He does it again.

"I need you to fuck me Lewis I need to be fucked by an eight time world champion. You should have had that eighth."

Lewis doesn't move this time.

"You really will say anything for some dick won’t you."

The fucked up thing, you think as he pushes inside you, is that you're not lying. You really do believe everything you're saying no matter how much you know Lewis won’t ever believe you.

"What would Max think of you? If he knew you were here begging me to fuck you so badly you'd take away his title."

"Please." You say, and this time you can't help how your voice wobbles a bit, mostly from desperation but also from the need for Lewis to separate you from Max. It's all you've wanted all season, to get Lewis like this, and now you finally have him he's bringing it up.

You think he might get it though, because his grip falters slightly, and he breathes out a huff of air.

"Yeah, yeah okay." He gets out, before slowly sliding into you.

You can't help but let out a low moan that you bury into the pillow, muffling the sound as you struggle to stretch around him.

"Shit you're so tight."

You choke out another moan but this time he grabs your hair and pulls you up, pushing you back onto his cock more as you arch your back and get up onto your elbows.

"I want to hear you moan for me as I fuck your tight little cunt." Lewis demands and you feel yourself tighten around him at his words.

You let out a moan that comes out more like a whine and he picks up his pace, fucking into you faster as his hands grip your waist so tightly you think it might bruise.

The sting of a slap on your ass makes you jump, letting out a "Ahh," as he palms the red spot on your ass. You could feel yourself clench around him and you know he's probably going to do it again. It surprises you that you really, really, want him to do it again.

Thankfully he does, slapping the opposite side of your ass as he thrusts in and you moan without meaning to, a mix of his name and a needy desperate noise.

He picks up his pace again, fucking into you at a brutal pace. You're pretty sure you're getting friction burns from the fabric of the sofa against your hips.

It's good, its so so good, but you need more, you just need to…

As you move to put your hand between your legs to get some friction Lewis grabs it and puts it back with a small growled 'no.'

A small cry leaves your mouth as you realise what it means. Lewis isn't going to let you get off. He isn't going to let you come. He got fucked over tonight, he got fucked over all season. He didn't get the ending he wanted and now you won’t either. This is about him using your warm wet cunt as a hole to get himself off into, to fuck out his frustrations and anger and disappointment, to fuck over Max. This isn't about you.

His pace falters slightly and you can tell he's getting close. He pushes on your back so that you fall back down onto your stomach, back arched more for him. Running his thumb against your cunt, you think that finally he's going to give you some release but he doesn't, he just gets his thumb wet before moving up, past where his cock is pushing into you and pressing against your hole.

Without much warning, he presses his thumb inside of you and you tighten up at the feeling. You've never done that before. It's all so much and you need his hands on you so badly you could scream.

Your clenching must get to him, as Lewis suddenly groans, pressing deep into you as he hooks his thumb, pressing you almost painfully against the sofa as he comes inside of you.

"Fuck." He says after a moment, pulling out of you and watching as some of his cum leaks out. He takes his other hand and fingers some of it back into you as you desperately whine, needing anything.

Instead, he walks away, moving to grab his boxers and trousers.

This is it, you realise, this is all you're going to get. It's over, no matter how much you want more from him.

"Did that, um, help?" You don't know why you say it, god you really should have just left.

"Not really no. It doesn't make up for any of it." Lewis says bluntly. He's not looking at you.

"Yeah. No, of course." You scramble for your clothes feeling stupid, bending over to pull up your underwear as some of his come drips out of you. You can feel your face flushing with heat as you see him turn and notice it. He still says nothing.

"I'm going to just..."

He nods at you and you can feel your chest collapsing in on itself.

"I really did mean it you know. It wasn't just... I did mean it all. I'm so sorry."

You can't help it when the words spill from your mouth, but still, you can't stand to wait to see what he says, instead you quickly grab your coat and all but run out of the trailer, desperate to be anywhere except the gaze of Lewis' discerning eyes.

Maybe, you try and cling to hope, maybe he'll message you, when this has all blown over. Maybe this won’t be the end.

Although, as you walk away, your underwear dampening with every step, you can't help but feel like this is the end of something that never really had chance to begin.

#okay im sorry this is a bit angsty #whoops #lewis is a bit mean #tw max verstappen #pov you're max's sister #im sorry im so insane #f1 imagine #f1blr #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton smut #ask

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usernyoom · 7 months

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laundry list of lusail track's sins:

the FIA changes track limits on turns 12/13 by around 80 cm to try limit damage to tyres (this leads to the addition of an extra 10 minute practice session directly before qualifying for the sprint race. on a weekend with only 1 hour of free practice anyway)

the FIA implements limit of a maximum of 18 laps on any 1 set of tyres due to the curbs & track surface literally shaking the tyres to the point of structural damage (this leads to a minimum of 3 pitstops for all drivers during the race)

nico rosberg reports that pirelli informed the FIA of possible tyre issues in Qatar and the warning was reportedly ignored (he revealed this live on Sky F1)

george russel opens his visor during pitstops to try get some air onto his face

both george russel and lando norris are recorded fanning themselves and steering with their wrists at 300 km/hr down the main straight due to heat

george russel reports after the race that he felt as though he was going to pass out multiple times. he felt as though he was in a sauna from around lap 20, except he had no way to escape the heat as someone in a sauna can

logan sargeant retired due to feeling ill, likely exacerbated due to the heat. he was carried out of the garage by his mechanics

max verstappen and oscar piastri are both unable to remain standing in the cool down room after finishing ("does anyone have a wheelchair?")

alex albon has to be helped out of his car after finishing the race

alex albon was then taken to the medical centre and treated for acute heat exposure

fernando alonso asks for water to be poured on him during a pit stop as his 'seat is burning' him

fernando alonso then reports after the race that he has a legitimate burn on the left side of his ass due to the heat

esteban ocon reports beginning throwing up in his helmet on lap 15, and this then continuing for two laps (and does so only at the end of the race)

lance stroll is taken in an ambulance for medical attention after finishing the race

lance stroll then says that he ended up with so many track limits infringements within the last five laps because of the fact that he could no longer see the white line due to how often he was passing out in high speed corners

valtteri bottas described the race as "torture" after finishing

yuki tsunoda reports that he opened his visor to try to cool down his face and instead of air, sand flew in

charles leclerc says he saw many drivers appearing seriously unwell in parc ferme after the race

charles leclerc also describes the race as being "twice as bad as singapore"

nico hulkenberg left the media pen after only two questions as he desperately needed to cool down

lando norris reports that 2 or 3 drivers took themselves to the medical centre because of dehydration concerns. several fainted once inside

jack doohan says that the lack of action and radio messages during the race is likely due to the lapses in cognition from severe dehydration due to heat

#hey guys. this is insane #jack doohan #valtteri bottas #george russel #fernando alonso #yuki tsunoda #esteban ocon #max verstappen #lando norris #lance stroll #oscar piastri #qatar gp 2023 #f1 #formula 1 #beth posts #tw vomit

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