formula 1 fortnights (fic collection)
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Max can tell precisely when Charles begins to wake up. His heartbeat picks up, and so does his breathing, both reassuring sounds drowning out the way the wind outside pushes against the stone walls. He shifts slightly, his foot flexing where it’s pressed to Max’s, the scratch of fabric and whisper of fur heralding the change while his skin grows a little hotter under Max’s sensitive fingertips.
There’s the softest swoosh, then, and Max knows Charles opened his eyes.
one intense morning with one intense married couple
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- Part 1 of formula 1 fortnights (fic collection)
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for sure, hundred percent, completely, perfectly fine by larryhaylik
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
08 Feb 2026
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Underneath him, Daniel jerks up, and Max knows he’s come and therefore is a little slow now. He ruts into Daniel’s stomach a few more times, moaning because it feels good, and then fakes a jerk of his own, slumping into Daniel’s chest with hips carefully angled away.
Daniel gently pets down his spine, cooing sweet nothings at him until it’s time to go shower.
Thankfully, Max’s dick has softened by then.
about the times max doesn’t come and is upset about it, and the times he still doesn’t and it’s fine
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- Part 2 of formula 1 fortnights (fic collection)
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The first time it happened, Max didn’t really understand what was going on. All he remembers is that he got out of a shower, wrapped himself in a warmed-up fluffy towel, and kind of felt like he wanted to curl up in bed and whine needily until somebody came to pet him.
max has developed a little ritual to mark the start of a new season.
charles has been helping, as all good boyfriends do.
seb has no idea what he's really in for, but boy, is he going to have a good time.Series
- Part 3 of formula 1 fortnights (fic collection)
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They didn’t break up badly, Charles and him, didn’t end up enemies. They just knew it wouldn’t last.
But every once in a while, when Seb can’t fall asleep, he wishes he had been a better person and treated Charles more like an adult. A decade’s extra worth of experience made that tough back then. Seb likes to think that he would do better by Charles now.
“He’s- asking for you,” Max finally says, and the reluctance in his voice is so obvious. “He’s asking for you, and he won’t let me- I can’t help him. Not the way he needs.”
charles goes into heat. seb and max have some figuring out to do.
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- Part 4 of formula 1 fortnights (fic collection)
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“I’m sure you’ve got someplace to be right now, but did you… have plans tonight?”
The tone is hesitant, but when Charles turns, he finds Oscar standing straight, one hand in his pocket as he waits patiently for his answer, and-
“None at all,” Charles says, breathless. “Why, do you?”
or, an evening of awkward and very pleasant surprises on both sides
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- Part 5 of formula 1 fortnights (fic collection)
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“We gave them one hell of a show, pup, that’s for sure,” Lewis hums, one of his hands wrapping around Charles’ upper arm to squeeze. Another little touch.
sometimes, no matter how large the actual show is, a kiss is all it takes
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- Part 6 of formula 1 fortnights (fic collection)
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There’s a split second of absolute terror when Max comes out of his blank zone and realises that- that- that his thumb is pressing over Charles’ pulse, god, that the backs of his knuckles are resting in the humid, post-practice warmth at the dip of Charles’ spine, that Charles’ wrist feels suffocatingly fragile despite his broadness, and it’s-
“Mmh,” Charles sighs, shoulders loosening.
or, what happens when max verstappen’s logical tendencies encounter a needy charles leclerc
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- Part 7 of formula 1 fortnights (fic collection)
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“Put your hands on me,” Max prompts, staring up with his wide blue eyes and a tinge of pink in his cheeks, the most beautiful thing Charles has ever seen. Slender fingers wrap around Charles’ ankles, the way Max likes to do.
The words sink in.
“No, I-I can’t, not today,” Charles chokes, shaking his head. “I can’t, I would- hurt you, I can’t take care of you now, I’m sorry-”
“Charlie,” Max repeats, his expression tender, open. “It’s not for me.”
letting himself want has never been easy for charles
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- Part 6 of settling in (connected stories)
- Part 8 of formula 1 fortnights (fic collection)
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“Yes, I know you do,” Max croons, running his nose over Charles’ heated cheek, biting at the edge of his jaw. “Such a perfect toy for me. I love fucking you, baby, especially when you’re good and touch yourself when I tell you.”
“But I- I want-”
“Ah-ah.” Tenderly, Max slides his fingers into Charles’ hair and tightens his grip until Charles whimpers. “Who decides what you want?"
how long would you be able to stay good, hm?
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- Part 9 of formula 1 fortnights (fic collection)
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“Fuck you very hard,” Max squeezes out before his abs finally give out, and he collapses on his back, panting and flushed and delectably prickly.
Naturally, Martijn coos at him and pets his trembling belly until his breathing calms down and his eyes do that adorable, burningly attractive thing where they go just a little hooded, lashes fluttering with each additional stroke of Martijn’s hand, like he’s about to close them and let Martijn have him.
where post-championship party time extends into a bratty max whimpering on a comfy bed (big enough for a football team)
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- Part 10 of formula 1 fortnights (fic collection)
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Desperately, as much as he can with Charles’ digits between his lips, Oscar shakes his head.
“So sweet,” Charles praises, pinching Oscar’s tongue like it belongs to him. “I’d make you beg for it if I didn’t know it was no use.”
“Our shy baby,” Max follows up, fond and lovely even as his fingers spread out, stretching Oscar’s rim to its limit. “Always tongue-tied. Or maybe you’d rather use your tongue for nicer things?”
sometimes, oscar wonders why he keeps coming back to them. but then they remind him.
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- Part 11 of formula 1 fortnights (fic collection)
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It’s all nice and well, being bonded. Charles loves Max very much, and if they needed to, they could get through their cycles with only each other, of course. But why would they? They have a pack, they both worked hard to make it what it is, and they love it dearly.
Even though it means that sometimes duty calls, so a distraught-smelling pup like Kimi Antonelli has to be Charles’ top priority instead of watching Max’s gorgeous ass as it walks away.
or, kimi's first heat in the paddock pack
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- Part 12 of formula 1 fortnights (fic collection)
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“Do you have expensive tastes, Oscar?” Lewis asks, pulling himself straight. Oscar traces his every shift, lingering on Lewis’ throat, maybe. Maybe his mouth.
“Not too expensive, I shouldn’t think,” he hums, finally catching Lewis’ eye again, and his gaze is dark, possessive in a way that sends shivers down Lewis’ spine.
“Perhaps a glass of something, then?”
you thought the devil has horns? well so did lewis
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- Part 13 of formula 1 fortnights (fic collection)
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Max brushed his teeth. Or mouth-washed, whatever it was. He tastes minty on Charles’ tongue, in any case. It burns a little.
Charles wants to make fun of him for it, but Max presses closer, probably to kiss him harder. The armchair, apparently done with being used for sexual purposes, slides some inches back under their weight, and Charles yelps in a wholly mortifying way.
it was awkward this first time; but things change, don’t they?
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- Part 14 of formula 1 fortnights (fic collection)
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Clicking his tongue, Charles yanks at the fistful of hair in his hand.
“Focus, chéri,” he drawls, condescension dripping from his tone even as heat rushes through his veins. “You’ll never get to come if you behave like this, now, will you?”
or, charles’ very concerted, very indulgent and very consensual effort to ruin max a teensy bit
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- Part 15 of formula 1 fortnights (fic collection)