Request; I know I’ve already requested once but could you maybe do a sweet fluffy one with Charles Leclerc when the reader is on her period and he’s looking after her on a week off between races?
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Periods. Every girl hated that time of the month, especially when it hurt so badly that you can’t even move without crying out in pain, You were currently laying in bed with the covers over you trying your best to keep your abdominal warm, luckily this was one of the weeks in between race weekends which meant Charles could spend some time with you and give warm cuddles, He had left to go buy some chocolate, ice cream and pain killers to ease the pain.
“I’m back.” You heard from the door, you hear footsteps making their way to the bedroom. “I got the pain killers, the pharmacy said this would be the strong.” Charles says showing your bottle of pain killers.
“Thanks.” You mumbles, Charles walks towards the bed and places the plastic bottle on the bedside table.
“I’m going to go get your ice cream.” Charles says, you nod your head and Charles leaves the room, you pick up the pain killers and open it, you take one capsule out and place it in your mouth, you grab the glass of water on the bedside table and take a sip to swallow the pill, you place the glass and the plastic bottle back on the bedside table and lay back down.
“I bought your favorite.” Charles says walking back into the bedroom with a bowl of ice cream in his hand.
“Thank you.” You says and slowly pushed yourself into a sitting position. “You have no idea how much I appreciate it.” You say as Charles sits down next to you in the bed.
“Its no problem.” Charles says handing you the bowl, you take it from his grasp. “Did you take one of the tablets?” Charles asks, you nod as you place the spoon full of ice cream in your mouth. “Is it feeling any better yet?” He asks.
“A little, but not much.” You says. “It’s going to take a while before it probably kicks in.” You say, Charles nods his head.
“Right, I forgot, I just hate seeing you in pain like this.” Charles says, you nod your head and place the unfinished bowl of ice cream on the bedside table.
“Could you just hold me? Until it starts working.” You asks, Charles nods his head
“Yeah, of course.” Charles says, moving closer to you. “Come here.” Charles softly says as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer to his body, you lay your head on his chest letting out a satisfied sigh. “Comfy?” Charles asks rubbing slow circles on your upper back.
“Very.” You say closing your eyes, slowly the pain subsides and you fall asleep on top of Charles.
Prompts; 3- “Hey, Hey, Calm Down, They Can’t Hurt You Anymore.” + 22*- “Fuck Me Like You Mean It.” + 28- “You Can’t Drown Your Problems In Ice Cream.”
Request; Can I have this one with 3 and 29 pls with Max ❤️
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They were getting closer and closer, the faceless monsters were taunting you as they back you into a corner, your breathing became short as they came closer and closer.
“No… no, please, leave me alone.” You cry out, they only laugh at you, you cover your face with your hands as you begin to shake.
“Look at us…” You heard one of them whisper, you open your eyes not knowing why you obeyed the command, they rush towards you making you shriek out in terror as complete darkness surrounds you.
Letting out a piercing scream as you sit up on the bed you look around you frantically breathing hard, Max quickly sits up looking around before wrapping his arms around you realizing you had a nightmare and there was no threat.
“Hey, hey, calm down, they can’t hurt you anymore.” Max says trying to comfort you, he wraps his arms around you. “Shh, it’s okay, it was just a nightmare.”
“You absolute ass.” You mumble resting your head against his shoulder, only hours before he had made you watch a si-fi film with him.
“What did I do?” Max asks, not sure what he had done.
“You made me watch that horror movie with you.” You say, Max let’s out a chuckle remembering the movie.
“It wasn’t a horror movie, it was si-fi.” Max says, you roll your eyes before pushing him off of you and getting out of bed and putting on your bunny slippers.
“Basically the same.” You say.
“Where are you going?” Max asks getting out of bed also.
“To the kitchen.” You say walking towards the door. “I need something to calm me down.” You say exiting the bedroom, Max quickly follows behind you.
“No, no you can’t drown your problems in ice cream.” Max says, you roll your eyes as you enter the kitchen turning the light on.
“I can.” You say going towards the freezer, you take out a tub of ice cream. “Go back to bed, I’ll be up when I’m done.”
“I’m not going to leave you alone.” Max says. “I’m sorry I made you watch the film, this is my fault so I’ll sit here with you.” Max says, you grab a spoon and open the tub.
“You really don’t have to.” You say placing the tub of ice cream on the counter.
“I want to.” Max says while wrapping his arms around you, he spins you around. “I’m sorry.” He says picking you up and placing you on the counter, you gasp as the cold surface touched your bare thighs, Max pushes your legs apart and stands between them picking up the ice cream tub and holding it for you.
“It’s fine… I’m sorry I woke you.” You say scooping up a spoonful of ice cream. “You really don’t have to wait up for me.” You say and place the ice cream in your mouth.
“I don’t mind.” Max says, you give him a smile taking another spoonful of ice cream. “You know… we can do something else to clear your mind.” Max says, placing his free hand on your inner thigh near your underwear, you place the ice cream in your mouth not saying a word. “Not going to respond?” Max asks as he moves his hand up higher, he slowly rubs your clit through the fabric of your underwear making you whimper. “Do you want me to clear your mind?” Max asks.
“Max…” You whimper, he places the tub of ice cream down on the counter beside you.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Max says leaning closer to you, he kisses you wrapping one arm around you and lifting you slightly off from the counter, he pulls your underwear down with his other hand and drops it on the kitchen floor, you gasp as your bare bum touches the cold surface. “Any special requests?” Max asks as he pulls your nightshirt, which was one of his shirts, over your head and dropping it on the floor.
“Nothing particular…” You mumble pulling his shirt over his head, you pull him closer by his shoulders. “Just to fuck me like you mean it.” You purr into his ear.
Prompts; 3- “Hey, Hey, Calm Down, They Can’t Hurt You Anymore.” + 22*- “Fuck Me Like You Mean It.” + 28- “You Can’t Drown Your Problems In Ice Cream.”
Request; Can I have this one with 3 and 29 pls with Max ❤️
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They were getting closer and closer, the faceless monsters were taunting you as they back you into a corner, your breathing became short as they came closer and closer.
“No… no, please, leave me alone.” You cry out, they only laugh at you, you cover your face with your hands as you begin to shake.
“Look at us…” You heard one of them whisper, you open your eyes not knowing why you obeyed the command, they rush towards you making you shriek out in terror as complete darkness surrounds you.
Letting out a piercing scream as you sit up on the bed you look around you frantically breathing hard, Max quickly sits up looking around before wrapping his arms around you realizing you had a nightmare and there was no threat.
“Hey, hey, calm down, they can’t hurt you anymore.” Max says trying to comfort you, he wraps his arms around you. “Shh, it’s okay, it was just a nightmare.”
“You absolute ass.” You mumble resting your head against his shoulder, only hours before he had made you watch a si-fi film with him.
“What did I do?” Max asks, not sure what he had done.
“You made me watch that horror movie with you.” You say, Max let’s out a chuckle remembering the movie.
“It wasn’t a horror movie, it was si-fi.” Max says, you roll your eyes before pushing him off of you and getting out of bed and putting on your bunny slippers.
“Basically the same.” You say.
“Where are you going?” Max asks getting out of bed also.
“To the kitchen.” You say walking towards the door. “I need something to calm me down.” You say exiting the bedroom, Max quickly follows behind you.
“No, no you can’t drown your problems in ice cream.” Max says, you roll your eyes as you enter the kitchen turning the light on.
“I can.” You say going towards the freezer, you take out a tub of ice cream. “Go back to bed, I’ll be up when I’m done.”
“I’m not going to leave you alone.” Max says. “I’m sorry I made you watch the film, this is my fault so I’ll sit here with you.” Max says, you grab a spoon and open the tub.
“You really don’t have to.” You say placing the tub of ice cream on the counter.
“I want to.” Max says while wrapping his arms around you, he spins you around. “I’m sorry.” He says picking you up and placing you on the counter, you gasp as the cold surface touched your bare thighs, Max pushes your legs apart and stands between them picking up the ice cream tub and holding it for you.
“It’s fine… I’m sorry I woke you.” You say scooping up a spoonful of ice cream. “You really don’t have to wait up for me.” You say and place the ice cream in your mouth.
“I don’t mind.” Max says, you give him a smile taking another spoonful of ice cream. “You know… we can do something else to clear your mind.” Max says, placing his free hand on your inner thigh near your underwear, you place the ice cream in your mouth not saying a word. “Not going to respond?” Max asks as he moves his hand up higher, he slowly rubs your clit through the fabric of your underwear making you whimper. “Do you want me to clear your mind?” Max asks.
“Max…” You whimper, he places the tub of ice cream down on the counter beside you.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Max says leaning closer to you, he kisses you wrapping one arm around you and lifting you slightly off from the counter, he pulls your underwear down with his other hand and drops it on the kitchen floor, you gasp as your bare bum touches the cold surface. “Any special requests?” Max asks as he pulls your nightshirt, which was one of his shirts, over your head and dropping it on the floor.
“Nothing particular…” You mumble pulling his shirt over his head, you pull him closer by his shoulders. “Just to fuck me like you mean it.” You purr into his ear.
Prompt; “You’re Hot When You’re Angry, Not that you’re not already really hot.”
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It was the Mexican Grand Prix this weekend and you had decided to go with your boyfriend, Max, to the track to watch him race, so far it was going well he had topped every single practice session and the only thing remaining was Qualifying, which didn’t seem like it was going his way.
You watched on the monitor inside the garage as Daniel crossed the line taking Pole, you crossed your fingers for Max to go even faster but your hopes were quickly broken when he couldn’t, which meant he would start second for the race tomorrow.
“Next time.” One of the mechanics said, you nod your head.
“Yeah, there’s still Brazil and Abu Dubai.” You say, they showed the drivers stopping on the track and showed Max hitting the P2 sign, knocking it over, it was almost a hint that he was angry. “He seems angry.” You mumble to yourself as you watch him climb out of the car, once his helmet was in his hands you could see he was indeed angry.
You walk out of the garage going to his room inside the red bull paddock, you sit on the couch and wait for him to return, it didn’t take long before he walked into the room closing the door behind him in anger.
“This is absolute bull, I should be on pole.” Max says angrily, you bite your lip watching him. “I was fastest the entire weekend.”
“You’re really hot when you’re angry.” You suddenly blurt out, Max instantly shut his mouth and turns to look at you. “Not that you’re not already really hot.” You add on, a smirk begins to form on Max’s lips.
“You think I’m hot when I’m angry?” Max asks, You lick your lips nodding your head.
“Extremely.” You answer, Max drops his helmet on the desk in the small room, you stood up from the couch. “Maybe you could release that frustration on something else..” You say stepping towards him, Max watched your every move. “Or someone..” You say moving closer to him, you move your lips towards his ear. “Like me..” You whisper and nibble on his ear lobe, Max’s arms wrap around you.
“You’re right.” Max says picking you up, you wrap your legs around his waist. “I should take out my frustrations.” Max says, you smile to yourself as you pull away from his ear lobe. “I hope you’re ready for the longest night of your life.” Max says before crushing his lips against yours.
You were busy cutting veggies for the stew you were making, Max steps into the kitchen and got himself a glass.
“How’s the stew coming along?” He asks while filling his glass with water, you glance at him.
“Good, I’m just finishing with the-ouch.” You say and look down at your hand and saw a small cut on your index finger, Max steps up behind you.
“What happe- Holy shit you’re bleeding.” Max states when he saw some blood sliding down your finger, you step away from the cutting board and went to the basin, you open the water and hold your hand underneath the water.
“It’s fine, it’s nothing.” You say. “It’s just a scratch.” You say.
“Just a scratch? Darling, you’re bleeding.” Max says walking up behind you.
“It’s not even that bad, It only needs a bandaid.” You say, you close the water and examine the cut.
“Where’s the emergency kit?” Max asks begging to open random cabinets.
“This doesn’t require the emergency kit, there are bandaids in the bathroom.” You say turning around, you see him shut the cabinet and basically run out of the kitchen, you shake your head and followed him to the direction of the bathroom, before you could even reach the bathroom he was already in front of you holding a bandaid.
“I found them.” He says. “Hold up your hand.”
“Okay.. wow, hold on.. I need to add some antiseptic cream before just putting a bandaid on.” You say, you walk past him and enter the bathroom. “I appreciate that you care, but really.. it’s just a scratch.” You say, Max stood in the doorway of the bathroom watching you apply the cream to your finger.
“I was concerned.. I don’t need you bleeding out in our kitchen.” Max says, you walk up to him holding your hand out in front of him.
“I doubt I would’ve.” You say, Max opens the bandaid and wraps it around your finger. “You can’t bleed out from a slice this size.”
“Okay.. whatever.” Max says. “I basically just saved your life.” He says, you giggle and wrap your arms around him loosely.
“If I say thank you for saving my life, would you relax?” You ask, Max leans down closer to you.
“Maybe.” He says, you smile at him.
“Thank you for saving my life, even though it wasn’t in any kind of danger..” You say and gently kiss him, he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him.
“You are welcome.” He says holding you against his body.
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Max sat on the couch in the living room, leaning forward as he focused on the game he was playing, his fingers rapidly moved over the controller and tapped each button with the same speed they moved around, (Y/n) sat next to him trying to read a book, she never minded when he played video games, it was his way to escape reality for a moment and forget about the stress of the world while also blowing off some steam, but today was a little different, (Y/n) struggled to focus on the book in her hands, instead, her eyes were looking at his fingers and wondered what his fingers could be doing instead of tapping controller buttons, she shifts in her seat as she felt something serif inside her, she could practically feel a wet patch growing on her panties as her mind continued to wander, taking in a deep breath she shut the book in her hands.
“How much longer?” (Y/n) asks, it was the first time she interrupted during his gaming session, he glanced at her, taken by surprise by her question, she was usually so patient.
“Uh, I’m not sure,” Max mutters not thinking much until he heard a whine coming from her. “What?” He was engrossed with his game and suddenly felt annoyed by her whining presence.
“I want some attention.” (Y/n) says in a whining tone, her bottom lip popped out as a pouted.
“I’ll give you attention once I’m done,” Max says, she lets out a loud long sigh as she shifted on the spot next to him, he restrained himself from rolling his eyes with each loud sigh that escaped her lips.
“Fine.” (Y/n) says as she stood from the couch. “I’ll just use my vibrator.” He was sure that he wasn’t supposed to hear her as she muttered her words, he tapped the pause button and turns his head to stare at her.
“What did you just say?” Max asks, his voice dangerously low, she turns around to look at him, he could see her flustered cheeks.
“I said, I’ll just use my vibrator to get myself off because you’re obviously too busy and you probably don’t even want to do it.” (Y/n) says, he could hear the annoyance in her voice as she spoke, she simply wanted his attention, but he wasn’t given her any. “I always let you play your games, but when I just want a little attention from you this once, you get annoyed with me.” He could see her shifting her weight from one leg to another as she tried to cause some sort of friction between her legs. “I’m the one that should be annoyed.”
“Why today?” Max asks as he placed the gaming pad down on the couch next to him. “Why all of a sudden?” She crosses her arms across her chest, pushing her breast up making them appear fuller.
“I- I don’t know.” (Y/n) sighs out. “I guess it’s your fingers, they just… ugh.” She brought one hand to her face and pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration.
“This is all about my fingers?” Max asks not quite understanding what she was getting at.
“Yes!” (Y/n) says loudly. “The way they move and tap each button, rapidly.” She took in a deep breath as she moved her hand away from her face. “Can’t you just use them on me instead?” Suddenly everything made sense to him, the way she shifted next to him and the way she was shifting her weight from one leg to another, the loud annoyed sighs and out of the blue asking him when his session would be over.
“You’re horny because of my fingers?” Max asks as a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Cause instead of tapping the controller buttons, they could instead curl inside you, play with your clit?” He could see her squeeze her legs together as he spoke.
“Yes, gosh!” (Y/n) says. “I know you like your days off, so just keep playing, I’ll just use my vibrator.” She turns to leave the living room, Max quickly stood from the couch and followed her out the living room, the game now the last thing on his mind.
“Oh no, you’re not.” Max states. “I’m here, you don’t need to use a toy when I’m here to play with you.” She spins to face him, he stops inches away from her. “Besides, that toy is never gonna give you what you’re looking for… what you’re really craving for.”
“I’m not gonna deny that.” (Y/n) says and inched closer to him, the warmth from his body reaching hers. “Because toys can’t leave marks.” Max searched her eyes as they darken with lust and need.
“Marks?” Max asks in a husky tone, she took her bottom lip between her teeth before releasing it.
“I want you to leave marks.” (Y/n) purrs, Max closed the remaining space between them as his lips brushed against her, her soft lips moving in sync with his as he walked her backwards before pressing her up against the wall, his hand wrapped around her neck before he broke the kiss.
“If you even think about touching that toy when I’m here, I’ll punish you to the point where you won’t be able to walk or sit for an entire week,” Max says, his tone low and deep as he spoke, she could feel wetness pulling between her legs as he spoke with authority in his voice. “Now get to the bedroom.” His eyes visibly darken as his pupils dilate. “Go.” He releases her neck and she quickly moved past him, making her way to their bedroom with him hot on her heels, the already warm room felt welcoming as they entered it, Max closed the door behind him and grabbed her wrist before she could make it to the bed, he pulled her back and pushes her up against the door and connected his lips connecting with her as his hands moved to her hips before moving up underneath her shirt, his hands gliding over each part of her body as he reached for her breast, the feeling of his hands leaving a blazing hot trail behind on her skin, he takes her bottom lip between his teeth and gently nipples on it, her lips quickly became swollen from the intense kiss, his fingers curl around the fabric of her shirt as they break away from the kiss, he lifts her shirt upwards and quickly discards it, his eyes fall to the bra covering her breast and saw the golden clasp resting against her skin between her breasts. “I see you’re making things easier and quicker.” His large hand moved between her breasts and towards the clasp.
“It was the easiest and quickest one this morning.” (Y/n) breathes out. “And the most comfortable one.” He unclasps her bra, letting it move away from her chests, the straps being the only thing that clung to her shoulders, his hands reached for the straps and pulled them down her arms, his knuckles brushing against her soft warm skin as he does, her back arched away from the door as he removed her bra, once the bra was completely removed he tossed it aside and placed one hand underneath one breast, before pushing her back against the cold door. “Oh.” His fingers digging into her skin.
“So, you say you want me to leave marks,” Max asks, his voice barely audible. “Well, I want to hear from you, the louder you are, the more marks I’ll give you.” She nods her head as she grew wetter by the second, his hand wrapped around her throat once again. “I can’t hear you.”
“Okay, okay.” (Y/n) quickly says, she felt his hand tightening around her throat.
“Okay?” Max asks, she licks her lips.
“I meant, yes.” (Y/n) says. “Yes, Sir.” She corrects herself as she felt his fingers sinking into her skin, his grip loosens around her neck.
“Good girl,” Max mutters before letting his eyes fall to her chest, his hand fell away from her throat and moved to her boob, cupping her boob in his hand he slid his thumb over the erect nipple before taking her erect nipple between his fingers, rolling the sensitive nub between his fingers and felt it begin to swell.
“Mhm.” (Y/n) softly moans, her breasts were extremely sensitive as he touched played with them, leaning down he placed a kiss on her skin at the top of her breast before licking the spot. “Ah, ssc.” He started to mark her soft skin, tingles ran up her spine as she pressed her hands against the hard wooden door, his other hand moved away from her ribs as he slides his hand down to her hips, the feathery touch made her shiver with excitement. “Mhm.” His lips moved away from the spot he was marking, they brushed over her skin as he moved lower before stopped between her breasts and started working on another mark. “Oh, mhm.” His fingers continued to toy with her nipple, the nub had become sensitive to his touch and the pleasure went towards her core each time he rolled it between her his fingers, Max’s cock grew in his jeans as he felt her body respond to his touch. “Mh.” His lips moved away from between her chest and towards her boob, she could feel his breath blowing against her erect nipple as his lips brushed against the erect nipple, his tongue flicked across the nub causing her back to arch away from the door. “Oh.”
“You’re gonna look so beautiful when I’m done marking you,” Max mutters, his lips brushing over her nipple as he spoke, his words going straight to her core as she felt her clit twitch.
“Mark me, please.” (Y/n) breathes out, her breathing becoming as she felt his cock brush against the inside of her thigh. “Sir, please, Sir.” His lips wrap around her nipple and started sucking on it, his fingers dig into her hips and she reached for his hair wanting to run her fingers through his head, her other hand moved to his bicep and felt his muscles flexing underneath her touch as he toyed with her nipple. “Oh, mhm.” Max moved his tongue back and forth over her nipple as he toyed with the bud, pleasure ran through her body as her mind became fodder with the pleasure, her entire body felt able as heat enveloped around her, his hand moved away from her nipple and slide down her body, his lips move away from her nipple and stopped below her boob, she could feel his lips already attached to the skin as his tongue ran over her skin to create another mark on her body, a barely noticeable tension started forming in her lower abdomen, his hand moved lower and lower until she felt him fumble with the button and the zip on her shorts, it didn’t take him long before her shorts were undone and his hand slipped inside her panties, his hand stopped above her folds as he felt heat coming from her.
“I can already tell how soaked you are for me, baby.” Max breathes out as he moves away from the skin under her breast, his finger slipped between her folds and instantly became coated with her wetness. “Mhm, how delicious.” She squeezes her eyes shut as she felt his finger circle around her clit, he could feel the erect bud as his fingers circled around her clit. “I can feel how needy you are for me.” He pulls his hand out from her panties and shorts, his fingers instantly curling around the fabric before beginning to pull her shorts and underwear down her, they pool around her ankles as they fall away from his fingers, his hand moved back between her legs and his finger slipped back between her folds and circled her clit once again.
“Mhm.” (Y/n) moans as her mouth fall open, his finger brushed across the nub sending a wave of pleasure through her, her legs started feeling heavy from standing against the door and Max quickly picked up on her shaky legs, and knew she wouldn’t be able to stand for much longer, his hand moved away from her pussy and wrapped around her thigh, he brought her leg upwards and wrapped it around her torso as he wrapped his other arm around her, he lifts her up and she instinctively wrapped her other leg around his torso, he moves away from the door and walked towards the bed, stopping in front of it before lying her down in the middle and climbing on top of her, his arm unwraps from around her and moves back to her hip, his fingers digging into the skin as he moved lower while his other hand slid up her thigh, moving back towards her moist pussy, his finger touches her sensitive nub causing her to arch her back off the bed, he pressed her back down against the bed, his fingers creating bruises against her skin. “I can’t believe you’re once again bruising my skin.” She opens her eyes as she felt his grip loosen against her skin. “I never said to stop.”
“Do you like it when I bruise you?” Max asks, his voice soft as he spoke. “When I ruin your delicate skin?” She lifts her head to look at him as she bit her bottom lip for a second.
“I absolutely love it.” (Y/n) says as her hands fall on the bed. “I absolutely adore them, Sir.” She could see a devious smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Means you’re doing your job when I asked you to leave marks.”
“Go- you’re amazing, you know that, right?” Max says as they forgot about the act they were doing for a second. “But you interrupted my gaming session, I’m not letting you off that easy.” He slips another finger between her folds. “I want to hear you scream my name, and I won’t stop until you do.”
“Bu- the neighbours.” (Y/n) begins only feel him roll her clit between his fingers, another wave of pleasure ran through her. “OH!”
“I don’t give a damn about the neighbours,” Max says with authority, he wasn’t taking no for an answer. “They can use earplugs if it bothers them that much.” He fingers begin toying with her clit as another wave of pleasure washed over her body, a thin layer of sweat covered her body as a thin layer of sweat formed on his forehead as he concentrated on causing her to scream with pleasure, his fingers moved towards her slit and circled them around her entrance, he could feel her juices coating his fingers before they sink inside her, a soft moan escapes from her lips as she felt his fingers inside her, he slowly pulls them out before thrusting them back inside her causing another soft moan to comes from her. “Louder, you can get louder, can’t you?”
“Mhm.” (Y/n) moans in response.
“Prove it!” Max says as he curls his fingers inside her, they brush against her sensitive spot causing her toes to curl in pleasure.
“FU- MAX, OH!” (Y/n) moans loudly at the pleasure, Max could feel his cock twitch as she moaned his name.
“So much better,” Max mutters as she felt the tension becoming tighter as his fingers continued to thrust into her and curling inside her
“FUCK!” (Y/n) curses as she felt a pleasurable sensation quickly building inside her, his other hand moved towards her pussy and slipped a finger between her folds and started to play with her clit, she squeezed eyes tighter as pleasure ran through her, her mind became clouded as she focused on the immense pleasure, warmth enveloped her as it almost seemed like fireworks exploding behind her eyelids. “MA- MAX!” He adds a third finger to her slit, her body starts to quiver with pleasure as her fingers twist the sheets between them. “OH, SHI-“ He could feel her walls clenching around his fingers.
“Cum for me, cum around my fingers.” Max encourages her, it was almost as if a switch was flipped when he spoke, the tension disappeared and was replaced with pleasure as she released around his fingers, he continued pumping them in and out of her as she felt like she was floating around, he watched her body twitch with ecstasy as he moved his other hand away from her clit, she gasped for air as her mind was blinded with pleasure, her toes slowly uncurling as she came down from her high, he pulls his fingers out from her as she releases the sheets, her breathing was deep and heavy as she slowly opened her eyes to stare at the ceiling, still in a haze from the pleasure running through her, she barely felt him settle between her legs before feeling his lips touch her hip bone, another mark being created on her skin, she felt his hand wrap around her thigh before his lips left her hip bone and attached to her upper thigh, she lets out a long sacrificed sigh as she felt his lips move around in a certain pattern on her upper thigh, feel the excitement continue to build each time she felt his hand brush over her mound, while his other hand digging into the skin on the thigh he was decorating with hickeys, he pulls away from her thigh and admired his work for a moment. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” She lifts her head and looks at him with admiration in her eyes.
“My turn.” (Y/n) says as she pushed herself up. “Let me touch you.” she placed her hands on his shoulders. “Let me show you how thankful I am, sir.” Rolling them around on the bed, she sat up on his torso and slowly moved her hands to his chest, luckily the bed was large enough and they wouldn’t fall off easily, Max’s hands moved from her thigh to her hips, she moved onto his thigh and felt the rough fabric of his jeans brush against her folds. “Mhm.” Her hands moved to his jeans and quickly unbuttoned and unzipped them, she could feel her fingers tracing patterns on her hips as she lifted herself off his thigh, his hands fall away from her hips as she climbed off his thigh and pulled his jeans down his legs, she quickly discarded the jean as her eyes caught sight of the tent in his underwear, she reached for his underwear and run her hand over his hard cock, earning a hiss from him as she did, her fingers curl around the underwear and carefully pulled it down, quickly tossing it to the side once she removed it, she licks her lips as she moved her hand closer to his cock, she wraps her hand around him and slowly begun moving her hand up and down.
“Mhm.” Max hums in pleasure as her hand slowly worked up his shaft and towards his tip before moving her thumb over the tip, spreading the pre-cum oozing out from him. “Oh, fuck.” Her hand moves down once again before she lowered herself, she stopped inched away from his tip before slipping her tongue out her mouth and slowly licking over his tip, tasting the salty pre-cum.
“Mhm.” (Y/n) hums as she glanced up at Max, seeing him watching her she kept her eyes on him as she wraps her lips around his tip, his eyes almost rolled to the back of his head an immense amount of pleasure ran through him, she slowly sinks down, taking as much of him as she could in her mouth, her hand twisted around the length that didn’t fit in her mouth, his eyes fall close as he felt his muscles tense with pleasure.
“Fuck, fuck, your mouth.” Max breathes out as she hallows her cheeks around his cock, the feeling driving him insane as his mind could only focus on what her mouth was doing. “So good.” She lifts her head before lowering down again, she could feel her saliva building up inside her mouth, she moves her other hand to his balls and cupped them, knowing just how sensitive they were. “FUCK!” Her hand played with his balls as she moved her head up and down, she could feel her own saliva running down her chin, Max reached for her hair and entangled his fingers in them before pulling at it.
“Mhm.” (Y/n) moans, the vibrations almost making him cum on the spot as she hummed around his cock.
“FUCK, (Y/N)!” Max screams in pleasure, he could feel his orgasm quickly building as her mouth and hands continued to pleasure him, he bucks his hips and his cock hit the back of her throat, she barely contained her gagging as he lowered his hips, she unwraps her hand from around his cock and placed it on his thigh, her nails digging into the skin. “Fuck, fuck.” She could feel the grip in her hair tightening as his muscles tensed, warmth washed over him as his mind became fogged with pleasure, she felt his cock twitch in her mouth. “I’m close, baby, I’m so close.” His cock twitched inside her mouth again.
“Mhm.” (Y/n) hums which sent him over the edge, pleasure ran through Max’s veins before his cum shot down her throat, filling her mouth with his load as she tried to swallow everything.
“Fuck.” Max breathes out as she slowly lifts her head and unwrapped her lips from around his cock, she releases his balls and used the back of her hand to wipe her mouth clean. “You’re so fucking amazing.” He released her hair, she sits up on the bed as his hand moved to the inside of her thigh and started rubbing slow circles.
“Do you wanna join me in the shower?” (Y/n) asks as she looks at him, her eyes displaying innocence, but he knew that she was anything but innocent.
pairing: max verstappen x reader
word count: 3.8k words
request: yes/no by anon: "first of all oh my god i love your writing so much. can I ask for a f1 fic where max thinks you might be cheating because your leaving the house and getting texts but it’s actually a tutor because your learning dutch for him and you wanted it to be a surprise, with loads of fluff at the end. your valentines fics have got me wanting so much fluff lol 💗💗💗" thank you so much!! i'm sorry this took so long!
warnings: language, angst, fluff, sad!max:(, not really mentions of cheating but slight allusions to it(?) i think. not proofread!
a/n: i really don't like posting stuff once a week. REQUESTS ARE CLOSED.
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(bold is supposed to be what you say in dutch.)
"schat?" max called, locking the door to your shared apartment behind him. "(y/n)?" he tried again, setting the flower he picked for you down on the kitchen island. he frowned, you hadn't mentioned any plans you had for the day. he grabbed his phone and opened his chat with you, you hadn't texted him or anything.
he went to your bedroom, plugging in his phone so it could charge. he rids himself of his sweaty clothes to take a shower. he’s used to have a limited amount of time to get himself ready during the race weekends, but now that he’s home, he allows himself to relax under the water, hitting him like rain. he thinks back to the first time you met.
it was raining, and he’d found himself without an umbrella as he walked home. the rain had come from out of nowhere, one minute, he was inside the bakery getting his favorite cheat-day food, a sweet baked pastry with strawberries and cream cheese filling, the next, as he took three steps in the direction of the penthouse he called home, rain came pouring down, drenching his clothes. he held onto the brown paper bag a little tighter, now wrapping both hands around it to protect the sweet guilty pleasure he enjoyed so much.
the streets were empty, for once, and yet, max refused to go back and find shelter. if anything, it was because of his own stubbornness that he was now determined to get home, no matter what it took.
water hit his face from all directions, not only did the rain come unannounced, but it was accompanied by some nasty wind as well.
what a peculiar sight, he thought, the world champion walking alone, without an umbrella and only wearing a light t-shirt and jeans, protecting a paper bag as if his life depended on it.
one could sell that picture for a million dollars.
he rolled his eyes at his own thoughts, eyebrows slowly settling in a frown on his forehead, one that seemed to always be there lately. he raised his head a little, narrowing his eyes to avoid the small droplets of water that were now falling from his soft strands of hair to irritate his eyes and make his sight much blurrier that it already was.
the next second, he could still hear the rain, but he could not feel it anymore. he looked up, he could see the sky, and the rain falling, clashing against a plastic protection over his head.
“you’ll get sick,” he heard a soft voice. he turns his head, seeing a girl with a pretty smile on her face. “i mean, i don’t know how long you’ve been out here, but by the looks of your clothes i’d say a few minutes, you’ll have to take a warm shower when you get home. and take some medicines just in case,” she spoke rather quickly, meanwhile he stared at her like she grew a second head. he stopped walking abruptly, flinching slightly when the rain fell on him again.
she realized he wasn’t walking alongside her, so she walked back and placed the umbrella over their heads.
“do you actually want to get sick?” she asked, curious eyes scanning his face.
“who are you?” he asked.
“i’m (y/n),” she said, “now, do you want me to walk you home or would you rather keep walking in the rain?” she raised an eyebrow, catching the dutch by surprise. “well?” she pressed on.
“um- i- thanks?” his voice didn’t sound so convincing, but he took a step forward, and soon enough they were walking together side by side again. “i’m max, by the way,” he said, offering her a small smile.
they made small talk as she walked him home, whenever they had to take a turn he’d make sure to place a hand on her back, slowly directing her to the right direction. they took turns asking each other questions, about books they’ve read, about their hobbies, about the weather.
max verstappen had always been good with words, he was used to thinking before speaking, creating the perfect sentence in his mind and polishing it before letting it escape his lips. but with his new friend, he didn’t have to think twice. whatever crossed his mind was met by her ears, and she never seemed fazed by his strong opinions on a certain movie or book.
they’d been walking for what felt like eternity, but in reality were only about fifteen minutes. it wasn’t raining as hard now, so somewhere along the way, they slowed down their steps. max wasn’t startled by much, but he did find it funny how he nearly flinched when he thought the raindrops were going to hit him instead of the clear umbrella she was carrying.
“oh, wait, let me hold it,” he said, wrapping his fingers around the handle, “it’s the least i can do,” he gave her a small smile, holding the paper bag with his other hand, her eyes flew down as she saw the movement.
“have you tried their madeleines?” she asked, dropping her hand by her side, it was starting to cramp for being in the same position for a while.
“hmm?” he hummed, she lifted an eyebrow, looking at the bag he was holding, the logo and name of the bakery clearly visible, “oh! um, no, i don’t think i have,”
“they’re my favorites,” she explained, “with a warm cup of hot cocoa, weather just like today, an opened window and a good movie playing,” she smiled to herself, “i might just go back there to get one,” she giggled.
“um, i … we- we could share this, if you like,” he stuttered. he actually stuttered. she turned her head to look at him, and all the air left his lungs as he stared into her eyes.
and that was that, she spent the afternoon with him in his penthouse apartment, she even cracked open a window as he chose a movie.
now, six months later, max thinks back to that day, he sighs to himself as he thinks about how lucky he was that day under the rain. once he’s finished showering, he changes and dries his hair with a towel, he fixes it a little with his fingers, but not too much since he knows how much you love his hair when it’s just washed.
as he steps out of your room, he hears soft humming coming from the kitchen.
“hey, where were you?” he asks once he spots you.
you’re reading something on your laptop, that sits on the kitchen counter. as you hear him, you slam shut your computer, walking to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. you hum as you tangle your fingers in his hair.
“went for a walk,” you say, standing on your tiptoes to kiss the small freckle on his top lip. the one you loved so much. he chuckles against your lips.
“i could’ve joined you,” he slips his hands around your waist.
“it’s okay, i wanted some time to myself. plus, i didn’t want you to get too tired,” you sigh at the feeling of his hair against your fingers. “dinner and a movie?” you ask, changing the topic. he nods, kissing your cheek before sliding his hand down to your ass, grabbing your phone from the back pocket of your jeans. “want to order in?”
“ooh, max, you’re going to have to work out extra hard tomorrow, then,” you tease him. you watch him roll his eyes as he turns on your phone screen. his eyes scan over an unread text from an unknown number.
‘tomorrow at 5?’ it read, max frowns.
“what happens tomorrow at 5?” he asks, you turn your head, grabbing the phone from his hand.
“hmm… maybe they’ve got the wrong number,” you answer, deleting the message and locking your phone. “what do you say we go to ‘la vie est sucrée' after we're done eating?"
"you've read my mind, schat," max pecks your lips, your body relaxing as you realize you're safe for now.
weeks later, max slides his arms through the sleeves of his racing suit, zipping it up and sticking the velcro patches together. he's getting ready for the next race, an important one that might secure an advantage in the world championship.
he's in his driver's room, looking at his reflection in the mirror, and he can see the empty couch behind him, where you should be sitting.
max verstappen has never been a superstitious man, he's never had an official pre-race ritual other than the usual physical and mental preparation. but, since this season started, he's found himself needing one thing before every session. your phone number is always at the top, his most recent call, or text. so it's second nature by now, that when he opens his phone app, his thumb immediately taps the first contact that appears on his screen.
he lifts the phone up to his ear, hearing the annoying monotone beeping that connects the call, waiting for the moment he can finally hear your sweet voice again. but, it doesn't happen. it takes him a second to realize that you aren’t answering. he frowns at his phone, as if it were responsible for you not picking up. he tries again, only to be met by the same scenario one more time.
he takes a deep breath, choosing instead to open a voice memo you sent him a few weeks ago.
“hi, love, i know you’re probably asleep right now, and i probably will be by the time you wake up. but i just wanted to say that i just landed here, and i already miss you so much. i will try my best to get back home as soon as i can. i love you, and i can’t wait to see you again, max.”
he sighs, realizing that this will have to be enough for now. he’s used to hear his name, he once tried to count each time someone said it, but he lost count after 32, and it was only 8 am on a friday, where he only had to do two practice sessions and the press conference. he figured it’d be ten times worse on a race day. he’s so used to hearing his name that sometimes by the end of the day, it doesn’t even feel or sound like a word anymore.
but when you say his name, it somehow sounds different. maybe it’s the way you say it, or when you say it. since the start of your relationship, you were quick to find a nickname for him, asking him how to pronounce loving pet names in his mother tongue, which you used more often than his name. except for when he’s just about to get in his car. every time you talk, you always end the call with a sweet ‘good luck. i love you, and i can’t wait to see you again, max.’
his race doesn’t go as expected. he’s finally able to sit down after a demanding two hours in the car, and over thirty minutes of media. he locks himself in his room, placing his hands on his face as he lets out a sigh of frustration. all he wants to do is jump on a plane and fly home.
“max! we need you for the debrief!” someone knocks on his door, and max drops his shoulders, feeling a small ache forming in the back of his head.
“in a bit!” he yells back, grabbing his phone and tapping his screen. he runs a hand through his hair as he waits, but you don’t pick up again. he gets up, walking to the door and out of his room, he’d rather be over with this now and go home as soon as he can. the meeting doesn’t take too long, everyone already knows what went wrong in the race, max simply wasn’t focused. no one knew why. except him.
as he takes the elevator to the penthouse, he already has his keys in hand, ready to drop his bag next to the door and wrap his arms around you, hear you call his name, finally.
the moment his flight was about to take off, he texted you, and he did the same as soon as he landed. since it’s pretty late, it doesn’t surprise him that you haven’t answered or read the messages. but what does surprise him is seeing all the lights off once he opens the door. you always left the light in the hallway on, just in case.
after a quick inspection, he grabs his phone and calls you again, putting the call on speaker as he types a message at the same time as the irritating beeping flies to his ears again. he’s starting to get worried now, you haven’t answered all day, and you’re not home at almost 2 am.
he feels his heartbeat quickening in his chest, searching each room again, thinking that he probably missed you, for some reason. the beeping is driving him crazy now, and you’re still not answering.
‘where are you?’ he thinks, pacing back and forth as he’s met by the voicemail again.
the front door opens, you freeze as you see max standing there.
“max?” your voice is soft, a frown between your eyebrows. “what are you doing here? i-”
“where were you? are you okay?” he is quick to run to you and envelop you in a hug.
“yeah, i’m okay. but max, what are you doing here? you’re supposed to be-”
“i flew here straight after the race. i- i couldn’t focus, it was a shit show, and i- why weren’t you answering your phone?” his face is pure worry. you scold yourself internally, wrapping your arms around his neck and placing your hand on the back of his head, pushing his head toward the crook of your neck.
“i’m sorry, i was going to call you on my way here but i think i lost my phone and i- i’m sorry,” you mutter, feeling extremely guilty about not being there for him, “i didn’t call you,” you remember, “i’m so sorry, max.”
there it is. his name leaving your lips. that’s all he needs, all he needed all day long.
the tension that had been building on his shoulders throughout the day disappears, he drops his body weight, and you wrap your arms tightly around him, holding him up.
“you’re okay. i’m okay, come on. let’s go to bed, okay?” your voice is soft and careful, you turn your head and kiss his cheek. “come on,” you move your body, walking backward, still holding onto max, trusting the muscle memory as you make your way blindly to your bedroom.
he’s sleeping soundly when you wake up. soft snores leaving his parted lips as you lean on your side and press a kiss to his cheek, not wanting to disturb him too much. you walk to the bathroom and hop in the shower.
max wakes up to an empty bed, but he can still feel a little warmth on your side of the bed. he stretches, arching his back off the bed as he grunts and feels his bones cracking. he hears the shower running, and as much as he’d like to stay in bed and wait for you, his grumbling stomach makes him get up and prepare something to eat, since he didn’t eat anything after the race.
he puts on a light shirt, runs a hand through his hair, and walks to the kitchen. max opens the fridge, eyes scanning it but nothing catches his attention, same with the pantry. a thought runs through his head, he’ll allow himself one more cheat day, you both deserve it after yesterday.
he turns to go back to the bedroom, but a knock on the door makes him walk the other way. he finds a young man, probably about his age, standing on the other side.
“um, hi- is (y/n) here?” he asks, and max frowns immediately.
“who are you?” he questions.
“i’m finn, you-you’re max, right?” max nods once, stern eyes staring at the guy on the other side of the door, “can you give this to her? she left it at my house last night,” he lifts his hand, holding your phone.
“sure,” he says, his throat closing and his mouth going dry. the guy nods his head, turning his back to max and walking away. max closes the door, leaning against it as he looks at your phone.
he doesn’t know if it’s because he’s still feeling the stress from yesterday, or because he hasn’t eaten anything in over twelve hours, but his mind is running over a hundred miles an hour.
“max, what are you doing?” you ask him, walking to him. your hair is wet, obviously from the shower, and you’re wearing one of his shirts, a sight that never failed to comfort him.
“some… some guy named finn came by and dropped this off,” he hands you your phone, walking to your shared bedroom. “i thought you’d lost it,” his words are short, straight to the point.
“i-i did, i-” you start, trailing after him. “max, i-”
“is that why you didn’t pick up? why you didn’t answer any of my calls or texts yesterday?”
“it’s not- he’s not- it’s not what you think!” you say, wondering if he really is thinking what you think he is.
“my race was shit, (y/n), did you even see it? did i even cross your mind at all yesterday?” he turns around to look at you, “i don’t remember the last time i felt like this, all because i couldn’t talk to you before a race,” he chuckles humorlessly, “i feel pathetic now, knowing that i was having one of the worst days of my entire career because i let myself care too much about someone, and i don’t know what-”
“i love you!” you blurt out, cutting off his rant. the words feel foreign on your lips, even though you’ve practiced them too many times by now.
“what are you-”
“i love you,” you repeat, slowly, this time. letting him hear the soft struggle with the unfamiliar language. “i am sorry i wasn’t there for you yesterday. i truly am. you have no idea how bad i felt when i got home last night. seeing you, broken like that, it broke me. but max,” you switch to the more familiar language, “max it really is not what you think. finn has been teaching me how to speak dutch, like you probably noticed.”
he’s left stunned for a few seconds, simply staring at you, hearing what you have to say.
“and i am sorry that i wasn’t there for you, but we’d been practicing this… speech that i was going to tell you, and-”
“why? why are you… why do you want to learn dutch?” he asks.
“because it’s your first language, and i want to understand what you and your family speak about without you having to explain everything, and i want to understand the words that have no translation to other languages,” you start in english, switching to dutch for the next part, “and i want to understand all the curse words you yell and whisper when you’re mad,” you chuckle, taking a step toward him and gently grabbing his hands with yours, letting him slot his fingers between yours.
“and i want to tell you how much i love you. in every language that exists.” you continue, letting go of his hands and bringing yours up to his face, cupping his cheek. “so, ik hou van jou,” that one came easily, since you’d been saying it ever since you started dating, the very first dutch phrase max taught you, “je t’aime,” you feel his hands on your waist, “te amo,” you kiss his cheek, “i love you,” you say, your lips touching his. ”i love you, max verstappen.”
max verstappen had always been good with words, but right then, he was speechless. no words could explain how he felt at that moment, how much he loved you, completely. if the previous day was an example of what his life would be like without you by his side, he didn’t know how he’d survive if he lost you.
“i’m sorry,” he starts, but you shake your head.
“don’t worry, i know you trust me, and i trust you. and i know that this was because of everything that happened yesterday adding up.” he nods his head immediately, confirming your thoughts. “and i am really, truly sorry that i wasn’t there for you yesterday,”
“i’m not the superstitious kind, but i guess i… i got used to hearing you, and yesterday i- i didn’t feel like myself. i will need to work on that, i can’t keep bothering you in the middle of your day and your responsibilities, just because i-”
“what if you didn’t have to?” you ask, rubbing your thumb over his cheek. “what if you didn’t have to call me and- instead i… i could tell you how proud i am, how i am your biggest fan, perhaps even give you a kiss, before you jump in the car?”
“you mean- you- you’d like to-” his eyes go wide, and you feel him tightening his hold on your hips.
“if you want to, i just-”
he cut you off by pressing his lips against yours, moving in perfect sync, at a sweet, slow rhythm.
“i’ll take that as a yes?” you raise your eyebrows once he leans back a little.
“if you come with me to the paddock… there’s no turning back,” he’d been careful with keeping you safe, your relationship was the one thing he could have all for himself. and he knew how nasty things could get once you went public.
“i’m not afraid. and i want to be with you and support you in every way i can,”
“okay,” he says, smiling as he feels your hands in his hair.
“okay, then,” you’re grinning now, wrapping your fingers on his soft strands. “i like your hair like this,”
“i think i need a cut,” he says, but you shake your head.
“i think it’s perfect,”
“you are perfect,” he replies, making you smile and laugh softly.
“how does madeleines for breakfast sound?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.
pairing: max verstappen x reader
word count: 1.7k words
request: yes/no by an anon: "can we get smut with max (f1)? like he saw the reader with lando and he was getting too close? lol thanks xx"
warnings: smut. fingering, (google translated) dutch pet names (translations are at the end), hints of playboy!lando(?), possesive!max, jealous!max (we love). pls lmk if there's anything i missed. this is a smut with feelings, bc idk enything else.
a/n: so i wrote this while i was at work. i was writing the next part of my dad!mick fic and realized it was taking longer than i'd expected, so i came up with this. it's my first time writing for max, which is exciting, depending on the feedback i might consider adding him to my list of drivers idk yet. my askbox is always open for requests, currently the only drivers i write for are lando, mick, pierre, charles and george.
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your boyfriend’s hands press possessively against your waist, he pulls you closer to his front, leaving no room or space between both of your bodies. your hand is holding his face, the other one is on his sweaty neck.
“having fun, mijn liefde?” he asks, leaning in to whisper in your ear.
“with you, always,” you smile, leaning forward so you can press your lips against his. the hold on your waist tightens immediately, making you smile into the kiss as you cock your head to the side.
you’re thankful that the club you’re in is dark, the occasional colorful lights illuminating the entire room from time to time. you don’t need anyone else to see the way max is gripping the thin fabric of your dress, ready to rip it apart.
you know he’s half-drunk, a night out at a club to celebrate one of his victories is basically part of your weekly routine at this point, and each night out, it’s the same old story. you shouldn’t be surprised by now. by his incredible strength as he touches your body like he’s discovering it for the first time. he’s possessive, tender and needy all at the same time. you love it. you live for it.
“max,” you whisper on his lips.
“i know.” he grunts in response, making you giggle. “can we leave now, lieveling?” he presses his lips against your temple, you slide an arm around his waist.
“okay, let’s-”
“hey! fancy seeing you here,” a voice interrupts you, you turn to the side and smile at the boy in front of you.
“hi, lando! great job today,” you beam at him. the young brit was like a brother to you, and you knew how well he and max got along, which made you love him even more.
“thank you,” he smiles, and if the lights were on, you would’ve seen his cheeks flushing a light shade of pink. you lean against max, your back against his chest as he circles your stomach with one arm. you place a hand on top of his, lacing your fingers between his.
“you’re all alone today?” you ask him, knowing that he loved the freedom of ‘no strings attached’.
“ah, yeah. just wanted to have some time to myself,”
“are you sure you’re in the right place?” you laugh, leaning your head against max’s chest. “schat, can you get me another drink?” you ask max, pouting a little.
“of course. i’ll be right back, schatje,” he presses a kiss to your cheek, and you instantly miss his warmth all around you. you smile at lando, who shifts his weight to one foot, unconsciously getting closer to you.
“so… got any plans for tomorrow?” he asks, leaning forward so you can hear him over the loud music.
“i think max and i are going to a museum,” you smile, biting your lip as you remember the way max surprised you with tickets to the museum you’d always wanted to visit.
“oh. cool,” he nods, “you look really pretty tonight,” he says, the smile on his lips is a shy one.
“just tonight?” you can’t help but tease, laughing at the way his eyes widen comically and he starts mumbling. “hey, i’m kidding.” you reassure him, placing a hand on his shoulder, “and thank you,” you smile, feeling him relaxing under your touch.
“i mean it, though. you always look pretty, but tonight… it’s different,” he nods his head, eyes traveling over your body. you move your head down, causing a strand of hair to fall on your face. you lift a hand, but lando is quicker. gently, he moves it back, tucking it behind your ear, letting his thumb caress your cheek.
“one sex on the beach for the lady,” you hear in your ear, feeling max pressing his body against your back. you didn’t even notice lando dropping his hand back.
“thank you,” you whisper as you grab your tall glass and sip from the straw.
lando clears his throat, putting his hands in the pockets of his jeans.
“i should go now. it was nice to see you,” he waves his hand.
“bye, lan!” you smile, waving your hand, stopping once you feel max’s hand on your waist.
max leads you back to your booth in the private section, letting you slide in first, caging you in. you place your half-empty drink on the table, placing your hand on top of max’s, but he moves it from underneath yours, placing both of his hands on his lap.
oh, shit. you’re in trouble now.
“why did you let him touch you?” his voice is stern, serious, and demanding. you gulp, clearing your throat before answering.
“he was helping me with my hair, i-”
you freeze, feeling his hand on your thigh.
“go on,” he urged you to continue, acting like there was nothing wrong. “what did he say?” his face is turned toward you, lips moving slowly.
“he-” your voice comes out raspy, “he told me i looked pretty,” you continue, feeling his fingers moving as you speak, stopping as you do so as well.
“hmm,” he hums, “and what did you say?” his hand is now completely holding the bare skin of your thigh. “tell me everything,”
“i- i joked with him, a little,” you test, proving your theory right when his touch moves further up your thigh, inching closer to your core. slowly, you lean your back against the velvet booth, parting your legs carefully. “i asked him if he thought i only looked good today,” you turn your head toward him. “he blushed and stuttered.”
“did you like it?” he asks, and your breath hitches as you feel the pad of his middle finger ghosting over your core. “did you like making him feel that way?” you close your eyes, feeling him moving your underwear to the side.
you gasp as his finger draws a small circle on your clit, letting your head fall back.
of course, it doesn’t last long.
“keep talking. you talk, i touch,” he instructs, and you nod your head, already too desperate and wet for him.
“he asked if i had anything planned for tomorrow,” you continue, “i told him about the museum,”
“he wants you,” he cuts you off, you lean forward, placing your forehead against his shoulder, lifting your hips as his fingers touch your entrance slipping through your folds. “i’ve seen the way he looks at you when he thinks i, or anyone else, don’t notice.”
his fingers are quick, rough. you bite your lip as you try to hold back your moans.
“do you want him?” he asks, you shake your head, focusing on the way his middle finger is poking at your entrance. “words, schatje,” he commands.
“no, i don’t want him. want you, only you, please,” you breathe, closing your eyes as you breathe in sharply. “please,” you beg. you whimper as his hand leaves you, but you watch him lift his hand up to your lips.
without having to utter a word, you take his fingers in your mouth, cleaning off your wet arousal.
“that’s my good girl, je bent prachtig,” he says, removing his fingers and replacing them with his lips. you moan into him as he inserts two digits into you. curling them and taking the sweetest sounds from you. “how does it feel to know that everybody wants you,” he breathes against your neck, “everybody wonders what it would be like to have you, touch you, love you,” a kiss is pressed on your cheek, the sweet gesture a stark contrast to the way he is currently destroying you with his fingers. “everybody wants you, but only i get to have you,” you nod at his words, hands holding on to the edge of the table, but you quickly let it go as it doesn’t offer the support you need.
“fucking perfect,” he groans. one of your hands goes to his own thigh, nails leaving crescent moon marks even through the fabric of his pants. the other one grabs his wrist, the one he’s playing you with.
“fuck, yes, max. only you,” you whisper, lifting your hips to meet his fingers.
“you like it, don’t you? you like the attention, the eyes on you,” he moves his torso, completely covering you from possible prying eyes. “touch yourself,” he commands. you let go of him, your fingers playing with your clit. he leans in, kissing you, muffling the sounds that come out of you. you open your eyes, drowning in the deep blue of his orbs, even in the dark of the club, with the violet and red and green neon lights, they gleam and twinkle like stars on a dark night.
“and what about you?” you gasp, feeling the pressure inside your stomach tightening. “everybody wonders what it would be like to be loved by you, touched by you,” you kiss his neck, “everybody wants you,”
“but only you can have me,” he reassures you.
“good,” you whisper on his lips. letting a soft whimper leave your throat, silenced by his lips on yours. in return, his fingers speed up inside of you, he inserts a third one, the stretch feeling glorious at that moment. the added sensation of your own fingers on your bundle of nerves, his lips all over your face, the words he keeps repeating on your ear, it’s all enough to tip you over the edge.
your eyes shut, max’s heavy breath on your ear, your own blood rushing to your face, making your ears ring, it’s all part of the blissful afterglow that always comes with him.
“let’s get out of here,” he says after you’ve recovered, still breathing deeply, but your heart isn’t beating as erratic as it did before.
gently he helps you up, holding your hand with his fingers between yours, letting you lead the way. the crowd of people parting like the red sea. you walk through, holding onto max. once you’re outside, you shiver as you feel the cold night air, a stark contrast to the heat inside the club. you smile, leaning against max as he throws an arm around your shoulder, shielding you from the cold.
he may be a jealous, angry dutch man. but he was yours. and only you knew how to love him, only you got to know what it was like to be loved by him.
mijn liefde - my love
lieveling - darling
schat - treasure
schatje - sweetheart
je bent prachtig - you're beautiful
(i think, if anyone speaks dutch pls let me know if they're correct so i can fix it<3)
pairing: max verstappen x actress!reader
word count: 2.1k words
request: yes/no by anons: "hi, can a request a fic w max verstappen where him and the reader have a soft cuddle session? with max laying on top of the reader, head on her chest and reader giving him back and head rubs 🥺" & "hi, can i request a piece with max verstappen that's just soft making out? maybe it's an off weekend and they are wine drunk and just so in love with each other?" & "heyyy! I love your fics❣️ can I please request a super fluffy one for either max or charles, love them both<3 thank you :)"
warnings: sooo, kinda smut (p in v, cockwarming). other than that it's pretty fluffy and soft. drinking, kissing, them being drunk in love and on rosé.
a/n: yes, i am the conductor of the soft!boyfriend!max train.
my masterlist
coming back home from a stressful weekend, max felt a lot of emotions. it was unbelievable what an awful weekend he’d had. he didn’t feel confident with the car since friday, the position he got in qualifying was a miracle that he didn’t see coming. his race ending prematurely when he was finally catching up to the leader and had found some speed he felt good in was the last blow to what had been slowly becoming a good day. then it all came crashing down into a million pieces.
he really had no idea what had gone wrong, maybe it just wasn’t in the cards for max to have a good result this week. he just had to keep his head up and wait for the next race, which would hopefully go his way. it was easier said than done, though. he had to swallow the lump in his throat and face the media, already imagining all the questions about how he was going to maintain his championship title for next year if he didn’t have a reliable car like the rest.
it was torture, but he had already faced too much since the start of his career, a bad weekend shouldn’t hit as hard anymore.
except it did. and the only thing he needed at that moment was to go home.
contrary to popular belief, max verstappen did not enjoy being alone. he didn’t enjoy the feeling of walking into his penthouse apartment to find nothing but darkness and silence. he rolled his eyes at himself, realizing how childish he sounded. it’s not like she didn’t want to be there, she had her own responsibilities, her own career to focus on and worry about.
max sighed as he dropped his bag by the door, turning on the lights and locking the door behind him. he walked straight to his bedroom, only kicking off his shoes before plopping down on the bed, he grabbed the pillow that she used burying his face against it, inhaling the sweet scent of her conditioner. he closed his eyes, breaths becoming deeper, slower as he finally let himself relax after being tense since friday morning.
he woke up not even two hours later, he was still feeling like shit but he knew it was no good to wallow in his self-pity. he decided to take a shower, the water washing away the built-up tension in his shoulders. as he stepped out, he heard the clinking of metal coming from the entrance. he wrapped the towel around his waist, leaving a trail of wet footprints on the hardwood floors.
"schatje," he said, she turned around as she dropped her own bags next to his. she smiled, opening her arms as she rushed to him.
"baby, you're back," she said, not paying attention to the damp skin against her clothes. "i thought you were staying there for a few days," max shook his head.
"i love it there but yesterday… it was not my day, i had to get out of there," he admitted, she placed her hand on his face, thumb rubbing softly against his cheek.
"oh, darling, i'm so sorry," she stood on her tiptoes, placing a soft kiss on his lips. "i know how badly you wanted it to work out, but next race luck will be on your side. you'll see," she spoke confidently, "and next year when you go back there, you'll redeem yourself."
"i hope so," he said, both of his hands squeezing either side of her waist. "how was filming?" he asked, she smiled.
"good, we managed to film a few more scenes so i have three weeks off," she raised her eyebrows, seeing his eyes light up.
"so you can come to the next one?" he asks, a hopeful smile making its way on his face. she nods, feeling as he wraps his arms around her entire back, pressing her firmly against his front. "thank you," he said.
"no need to thank, you know i love supporting my favorite person," she grabbed his chin, tilting his face down so she could have better access to his full lips. "i see you've just taken a shower," she ran her fingers through his hair, "what do you say we crack open a bottle of wine, we pick a movie and just lie in bed?"
"that sounds like heaven," he sighs, resting his forehead against her shoulder. she led him to their bedroom, letting max drop down on the bed as she walked to his dresser and picked some boxers for him, she threw them his way. he groaned as they landed on his face, making her laugh. she started removing her clothes, staying in just a bra and panties. she went back to the kitchen, opening the wine cooler and picking a bottle of rosé, skipping the glasses.
she joined him on the bed, max had his face against the pillows, his broad back was everything she could see.
"c'mon, you big baby, scoot," she kneeled on the bed, tapping his back and trying to push him away.
"it's warm here," he replied, letting out a sigh.
"well i was going to let you cuddle my boobs but if you prefer a pillow," she dound herself grateful that she hadn’t opened the wine bottle yet, because from the way max immediately tackled her down, placing his hand on her chest, giving the top of her breast a soft kiss, not sexual at all, all the wine would’ve ended up all over their sheets. “max,” she giggled, feeling his lips kiss more and more of her skin. “come on,” she patted his back. max, with a newfound motivation, obeyed immediately. he leaned back, helping her make herself comfortable on the bed. then, she parted her legs, and he didn’t waste a second before leaning down, first he supported himself on his elbows, but once he’d found a comfortable position, with his head against her chest, the delicate red lace of her bra ticking his face, but he didn’t care.
“much better,” he sighed, feeling one of her hands playing with his hair, and it made him regret cutting the longer strands he used to have, she used to run her fingers slowly, the contact lasted longer. now, it was just short and quick. “i’m not cutting my hair in a while,” he mumbled against her skin, moving his head up so he could look at her face. she had an amused smile on her lips.
“i told you not to,” she chuckled, letting go of his hair so she could open the bottle. she brought the bottle up to her lips, taking a small sip, humming at the cold wine. her skin got goosebumps, which max felt since he was pressed up against her skin.
max lifted himself up, pressing his lips softly against hers, the sweet taste of the wine still lingering on her lips. he hummed, taking the bottle from her hand, and he took a long sip. as he swallowed, he quickly returned to her mouth.
the time seemed to slow down, they took turns drinking the wine, leaving it on the bedside table for a few minutes as they embraced each other and basked in the silence and the other’s company. she divided her time between running her hands through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly, and raking her nails down his back, followed by gentle touches between his shoulders, where she was trying her hardest to eliminate the tight knots that had formed there.
once max had found himself relaxed enough, he turned them both around, so she was noy resting on top of him. it was good for both of them, since he didn’t want to accidentally hurt her by being on top of her for too long.
they spent the night like that, taking turns drinking the wine, turning around on the bed so she could be on top as well. they talked, their kisses became more sloppy the less wine they had left. once they realized that the bottle was empty, a brilliant idea came to max’s head.
“come here,” he raised himself to his knees, holding out his hands so he could help her up. he stood up, taking her with him. he started walking to the bathroom, placing her on the marble counter next to the sink.
“what are you doing?” she asked, watching as max started walking around the bathroom, opening and closing drawers.
“where’s that thing that smells like peaches?” he asked, walking to her, she opened her legs, inviting him to step between them. he did, kneeling on the floor. she bit her lip as he kissed her thigh, thinking that this was going to lead her to a sweet release.
instead, max opened the cabinet door beneath her, he chuckled in victory.
“here it is,” he stood up, placing a soft kiss on her lips before walking to the tub. she sat there, speechless.
“maxwell,” she whined, “what are you doing? get back here,” she lightly swung her legs back and forth, seeing as he opened the bathtub faucet, pouring in the peach-scented oil. she stood up, walking to him, she threw an arm around his neck, pulling him down to her. soft, drunk giggled escaped his lips as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “that wasn’t nice,” she pouted, max frowned.
“what?” he asked.
“you teased me!” she complained, poking his stomach with her nail, “you got between my legs, got down on your knees and kissed my thigh,” she took a step back, crossing her arms over her chest, like a child. “i thought you… you know,” she felt her cheeks heating up, suddenly becoming shy at the thoughts she’d had.
“oooh,” max realized, “well i want to, i just wanted to throw you a nice bath to relax,” max verstappen stuck his bottom lip out a little, and it completely melted her heart.
“okay. after the bath.” she demanded, he nodded enthusiastically.
“after the bath. now, get you cute butt in there, the water will get cold.” he gently slid his hand down, from her back to her ass, giving it a light squeeze, followed by a gentle spank that made her yelp, then laugh. max helped her remove her bra, throwing it to the side. her panties were next, this time, he took his time. he kneeled again, placing small kisses all over the skin of her stomach, he felt the muscles contracting under his touch, he smiled at the thought of her reacting at the slightest touch. slowly, he hooked his thumbs under the fabric of her panties, dragging it down her legs until it met the cold floor.
max kissed her thighs, placing a small kiss on top of her mound, making her sigh, curling her fingers on his hair. he made his way up, peppering her skin with featherlight kisses. he helped her get in, seeing the goosebumps on her skin as she got used to the water temperature. he removed his underwear before stepping in behind her, he sat down, grabbing her hand and guiding her to him, making her sit down on his lap. she turned around first, the limited space of the tub making her place one leg on either side of him, her core resting directly on top of his cock, that was hardening under the stimulations from the water and her soft skin.
she had her arms around his shoulders, his were on her waist, and it was only a matter of seconds before their lips met in a soft embrace. it wasn’t desperate, it wasn’t needy. their kisses were slow, deep, sensual. but there wasn’t a hidden intention behind it, they just wanted to be as close to each other as possible.
her lips left his, pressing kisses all over his face, his neck, his shoulders and collarbone. she dragged her lips on his skin slowly, loving the feeling of his soft flesh against hers, leaning forward to reach more skin. she heard max groan, which made her move back.
“what?” she asked, lips tingling.
“you were… you know,” he looked down to where her body was pressed against his, “when you leaned forward you…”
“oh,” she looked down. she smiled. “this?” she asked, moving her hips forward, slowly, slowly, the water enhancing the friction. she kissed him, grabbing his face and directing his face toward hers. she raised herself a little, her hand sneaking down to grab his cock. he entered her easily, the alcohol in their veins made everything more hypersensitive. she didn’t move, neither did he.
they continued kissing, his cock being enveloped by her tight warmth, and neither of them needed to do anything else. they sat there, being slightly drunk on wine, peach scent and their love. and they didn’t need anything else.
pairing: lando norris x russell!reader
word count: 3.2k words
request: yes/no by anons "bestie after peace you got me thinking. how would the imagine go if reader was george’s sister dating lando instead?" & "reader has had a bad week and lando's been away and reader starts doubting their worth. lando comes back and notices that you are down and you hesitantly tell him your feelings and quick reassurance going "there isn't really anyone else. you're it for me." and ends with some fluff.🤗" so sorry this took so long! hope you both like it!
warnings: what is says up there! pretty angsty, pretty fluffy.
a/n: NOT ME REALIZING I SCHEDULED THIS FOR 8PM INSTEAD OF AM. i'm thinking maybe the mick fic i promised might be turned into a series... idk yet, but i'm taking my time with it bc this is my new "pillow" . my askbox is always open for requests, currently the only drivers i write for are lando, mick, pierre, charles and george.
my masterlist / this is sort of a part two to 'peace' (but not rlly just the concept)
growing up with george as your twin brother was quite fun. you’d have excuses to skip out of school every other day, which you loved. you got to travel with your whole family to new places, which you also loved.
but george had one rule. stay away from his friends. that, you didn’t love so much. you got to see them almost every weekend, at times when they’d all hang out together at your house you’d take the opportunity and stick to them. mostly because you wanted to look at him. lando.
no matter how many times george would tell you to leave them alone so they could do ‘boys’s stuff’, you’d just roll your eyes and sit between lando and alex, who told george it wasn’t a big deal. they actually enjoyed spending time with you.
“so, what i’m hearing is… your friends like me more than you,” you’d tease, smiling cheekily before throwing an arm around each boy’s shoulder, lando took the opportunity and leaned his head against yours, under the excuse of trying to piss off george, but in truth, he only wanted to be close to you at all times. george would just grunt and whine.
as time went on, you and lando kept getting closer. race weekends were the best for you, you felt conflicted, though, because you desperately wanted your brother to succeed, but at the same time you couldn’t help but celebrate your friends’s success. after george’s first year in f1, you noticed how being alone had really taken a toll on him. you were used to always being there for him, but your studies didn’t leave you as much free time as before. which was why you decided to do college online so you could join your twin brother.
you could see it in his eyes, his spark was back. you’d walk through the paddock with his arm over your shoulders protectively, telling everyone that if they messed with you, they’d have to go through him first.
following the f1 circus meant that you, obviously, had to spend time with the other drivers, which you weren’t complaining about at all. you liked most of them and enjoyed their company.
the first race of the 2020 season was a chaotic one, half the grid didn’t finish the race, and those who did were fighting fearlessly to defend their position, and attack when they tried to overtake. you knew it was hard for george to abandon the race, so you gave him alone time to process it.
meanwhile, you were watching the last minutes of the race, wanting to see who’d end up on the podium. you gasped when you noticed lando was in fourth place, and slowly catching up to the car in front. your heart stopped when he crossed the finish line, waiting to hear if he’d gotten a podium.
hearing his team radio brought tears to your eyes, he’d had a brilliant race, and he deserved that podium. you wanted nothing but to wrap your arms around him and tell him how proud you were of him. but, you had to look after your brother, at least make sure that he was alright and ready for his post-race interviews in the media pen.
“what were the results?” you heard behind you, seeing george walk to you.
“valtteri, charles, lando,” you smiled at him.
“lando got a podium?” he asked, eyes wide, “are you serious?”
“look for yourself,” you said, standing up and walking out of the williams hospitality. you heard the celebrations before you saw them, the whole mclaren garage was ecstatic about their result. “don’t worry, you’ll get your time to shine,” you told him, sliding an arm around his waist, squeezing his side.
“thanks, sis,” he kissed the top of your head. you were about to say something when the team’s pr manager stepped in front of you. “duty calls, see you in a bit?”
“sure, i’ll do some exploring around,” you smiled, slipping away from him.
a few hours later, you were getting ready to leave.
“i’ll get my bag and we’re good to go,” george said, ready to walk up the stairs again.
“i’ll be outside!” you told him.
you stepped outside of the motorhome, feeling a light breeze against your skin, blowing the hair away from your face.
“little rose,” you heard someone calling you by your nickname.
when you and george were young, he couldn’t pronounce your last name correctly, which ended up sounding like ‘rose-elle’. and, since you were the younger twin, people started calling you ‘little rose’.
“hey! congrats on the podium!” you grinned, throwing your arms around lando’s neck. “you were amazing!”
“you saw it?” he bit his lip, trying to prevent the inevitable grin that was taking over his face.
“of course i did! had to give georgie a bit of space, so i watched it. how do you feel?”
“it honestly doesn’t feel real. at all.” he confessed, you nodded, “like… i’ve been waiting for this moment so long, and now that it’s here, i…” he shook his head, “i don’t know,”
“maybe it’s the adrenaline,” you shrugged, “did you cry?” you smiled, your heart thumping as you watched his cheeks turning red.
“i did, yeah,”
“aww, lando!” you cocked your head to one side, taking a step close to him. “you deserve it,” you hugged him again, and this time, you felt his hands on both sides of your hips.
“take your hands off my sister, you already got your trophy,”
“george!” you grunted.
“sorry, lad,” lando chuckled, squeezing your side before letting go of you. you gasped, and he winked at you, making your heart flutter inside your chest.
-
that night, you tossed and turned in your hotel bed, something wasn’t letting you sleep. you checked your phone for the millionth time, before tossing it to the side and turning around. you closed your eyes, just as you were starting to drift off, your phone buzzed.
grunting, you picked it up, squinting at the bright light. you’d gotten a text from lando.
‘r u awake?’
you frowned, it was almost 2 am, why did he want to talk to you at 2 in the morning?
‘yeah, why?’
instead of a reply, you heard a knock on your door. you stood up, dragging your feet until you opened the door.
“lando, what are you doing here?” you asked, leaning against the door frame.
his hands were by his sides, fingers playing with each other as his eyes went wide.
“h-hi,” he breathed, “i didn’t wake you, did i?” he asked, and you shook your head slightly. “oh, okay,” he said.
“is something wrong… or-”
“no, no, i… i wanted to tell you something,” he said, eyes flicking down to your lips before returning to your eyes.
“what is it?” you crossed your arms over your chest.
“um, well… you know how i… i got my first podium today,” he started, you nodded, “and even though the celebration wasn’t as big or great as i’d hoped,” you chuckled, “i felt amazing, like there was nothing that could stop me.”
“that’s amazing,” you whispered, a small smile on your face.
“and i think it’s the adrenaline that’s still running in my veins but-”
“what?” you asked as he paused. he looked down, balling his hands into fists for a second, before stretching his fingers again.
“i realized, as i was standing there, with my team around me, that there was one person missing. you.”
your breath hitched, he’d taken one step close to you so you only had to extend your arm a little and you’d be touching him.
“what- what do you mean?”
“it means that when i get a podium, i’d like you to be there. i’d like to hold your hand, to make you laugh and share late night thoughts when we can’t fall asleep.”
he leaned in, closing the space between you.
“i’ve liked you for a long time now. i don’t know when you went from being my friend’s sister to you, but i-”
he stopped talking, his mouth too busy fighting against yours for dominance. it’s a messy kiss. your hands fly up to his hair, fingers gripping his curls as you bring him close to you.
that was the beginning of your relationship, a love confession at 2am. ever since then, your life became a mix of hiding from the public and your twin, and sneaking around as you try to spend as much time as you can with lando.
you had to be smart, you couldn’t walk hand in hand because then the media would blow up. plus, george was always there, like a shadow that you couldn’t shake away.
but now, after a year and a half, you felt ready to come clean about it.
“baby…” you whispered. you were in your apartment, about to fall asleep.
“hmm?” he hummed, hiding his face in your neck, you shivered at the feeling of his breath on your skin.
“i was thinking… maybe we should tell the world,”
“are you sure?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your neck.
“i mean… we’ve been together for a while now, and i love you completely. i think it’s time. but if you don’t want to, it’s fine, i just don’t know how long i can keep this from george,”
“yeah, i’m honestly surprised none of us has slipped yet,” he chuckled.
“i know,”
“we’ll talk about it in the morning, okay?” you nodded, feeling his arms tightening around you, bringing you closer to his chest. “now, let’s go to sleep,”
“sweet dreams,” you smiled.
-
as it turned out, next morning was a busy one for the both of you. so the subject completely slipped out of your minds. without noticing, weeks and weeks passed, and you were still a secret.
you looked out your window, seeing the gray sky. the clouds looked dark, and there was a certain smell in the air, rain.
you grabbed your phone, smiling at the lock screen, a photo of the beach, a silhouette in the distance. since you had to be careful about the relationship, you couldn’t use a photo of the two of you. so this was the next best thing. you felt a pang in your chest, as you realized how much you missed him. he’d been gone for a few weeks now, busy with the car launch and other pre-season responsibilities.
you took a seat on a chair on your balcony, breathing in the cold air, it felt like home. you opened tiktok, laughing as you scrolled through the funny videos. but one caught your attention.
‘lando norris’ secret girlfriend?’
the video went on to explain how some pictures of him and a mclaren worker showed the two of them laughing, her hand on his shoulder. then, a clip from one of the ‘unboxed’ series, where lando was showing her something on his phone. out of pure curiosity, you went to the comments.
‘god i hope not. she's too ugly for him.’
‘ew no’
‘wait, they’re so cute, omg’
‘honestly good for him. she’s cute’
you’d been advised, many times now, to not look at comments on social media. things could get pretty ugly, especially for girls that had some type of relation or link to the drivers.
it made you wonder, though, if this is how they talk about a girl who had nothing to do with lando… how would they react when they found out that he actually had a girlfriend… that you were his girlfriend?
your mood changed after that, and it seemed to affect the weather, since it started raining. the louder your thoughts got, the harder the rain kept falling. after a few minutes of sitting numbly outside, you walked to your bedroom.
maybe letting the world know about your relationship wasn’t such a good idea after all.
the sound of the rain hitting your roof lulled you to sleep.
the next day, you found yourself repeating the same routine. you sat by your window, opened your phone, and read nasty comments people (mostly girls) online made about someone they didn’t even know. you looked through the other girlfriends’ profiles, you wondered how they dealt with it.
another day went by, and you kept yourself away from social media as much as you could, it was weird how comments that weren’t even directed to you affected you so much.
as you sat down on your same spot, on your chair in your balcony, lando told you he was arriving in a few hours. you’d missed him so much, longed for his touch when you needed it the most. now you could finally feel his arms wrapped around you, you’d finally be able to hide your face in his chest or his neck.
hours later, you got a text.
‘i’m on my way!!!! xxxx’
you smiled at the text, standing up from your chair so you could change and look presentable for him. you didn’t want him to worry about you when he already had more important things in mind. you sat down in front of your vanity, grabbing some concealer and mascara to hide the bags under your eyes and highlight your lashes.
the secret knock that you and lando came up with at the beginning of your relationship was like music to your ears. you smiled and walked to the door so you could open it.
“baby!” lando smiles, arms wrapping around you immediately and bringing you close to his chest. “i missed you, little rose,” he whispered on your lips, his hands grabbing your face and bringing you close to him.
“i missed you too,” the smile on your lips didn’t reach your cheeks, and he noticed.
“what’s wrong?” he asked, leaning in and placing his forehead against yours.
“come in,” you whispered, knowing there was no way you could hide your insecurities from him.
“is everything okay? you… you look kind of sad,” he frowned.
“i’m okay, it’s just… i don’t know,” you looked down. lando held both of your hands, his fingers slipping between yours.
“wanna talk about it?” you didn’t answer, and lando took your silence as one. “come on,” he led you to your bedroom, “get in there, we’re sleeping through it,”
“but you just got back,”
“and you’re sad. we’re sleeping. come on,” he placed his hands on your shoulders and gently guided you to your side of the bed.
“okay,” you smiled.
his presence was not enough. your thoughts were loud, even with his comfortable warmth all around you, the nagging thoughts couldn’t let you sleep.
you slipped out of his hold, grabbing your phone from the nightstand and walking to the bathroom. you sat on the floor, your back against the cold wall as you opened social media. since your life was surrounded by f1, it wasn’t long until you found a post that caught your attention.
it was a picture of lando’s instagram, showing the people he followed.
‘lando norris just followed model jasmine byrd! do you think they’re dating?’
‘oh i hope so!’
‘she’s literally so perfect. otp’
you knew it wasn’t true. he was asleep in your bed. not hers. not anyone else’s.
then why were you crying?
you threw your phone to the side, pulling your knees up to your chest. maybe they were right. maybe you shouldn’t be with lando, he deserved someone perfect, gorgeous, someone who didn’t let silly comments get to her brain.
you weren’t enough for him.
the sound of your soft sobs woke him up. he was cold, missing your warmth. he didn’t have to search too long for you, a quick look around the room told him you were in the bathroom, the light peeking in though the slit under the door was enough of a clue for him.
he opened the door slowly, his heart breaking and beating hard at the same time as he saw you on the floor. in an instant, he was beside you, an arm around your shoulders as he grabbed your hand with the other.
“baby, what’s wrong? are you okay?” he whispered. his hand playing with your hair, something that always helped calm you down.
“no,” you said.
“do you want to talk about it? what happened?” you shook your head.
“i don’t want to talk, i…”
“then we’ll stay here in silence, i’m staying with you,”
“you don’t deserve this,” you said after a few minutes. your breathing was calmer, but there were tears still falling from your eyes.
“what? what do you mean, darling?” he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, feeling you freeze under his touch.
“this. me. i’m not good enough for you,” you admitted, looking up from the floor. your heart ached as you watched his confused expression.
“of course you are! baby, there’s only you for me,” he kneeled next to you, pushing your hair away from your face. you shook your head, his hands still holding your face delicately. “where is this coming from?” he asked, and your eyes flickered to your phone, but quickly came back to his. he noticed, though, and he leaned in to grab your phone. “baby… you know i’m only yours.” he said, wrapping an arm around your waist, his free hand holding your face delicately.
“but you’re… so amazing and there’s so many girls out there who could-”
“no, stop that. i love you, there’s no one else for me. only you.” he said, looking straight into your eyes. “you’re it for me.”
you stayed quiet.
“i know people can be cruel sometimes, but just know that you’re the one thing in my mind, all day. every day. i don’t want a model, or an actress or anyone, only my little rose.”
“i’m sorry,”
“no,” he shook his head, bringing you closer to him by holding your waist and pulling you over his lap. “don’t apologize. we all have bad days, and i’m always going to be here to tell you how much you mean to me, okay?” he leaned in, brushing his lips against your cheek, making you giggle softly at the feeling.
“okay. thank you. i love you,” you smiled, leaning back a little so you could admire him fully. wild hair from the few hours of sleep he got, his slightly red eyes and pink lips that you adored.
“i love you too. now come on, it’s time to sleep,” he stood up with you still in his arms, making you yelp as you wrapped arms and legs around him.
your doorbell rang, and you groaned, trying to ignore it. you turned around burying your head in lando’s chest, closing your eyes and sighing in delight.
it rang again, and this time lando woke up, too.
“i can go get it,” he mumbled, placing a kiss to your forehead.
“no, stay here, they’ll go away eventually,”
“mhm, what time is it anyway?” he asked, lifting his head from its spot, looking around, “it’s 10am,”
“why do i feel so tired then? i feel like i need a nap from that nap,” you chuckled. “see? i told you they’d go awa-”
you were cut off by the bell, again.
“stay, i’ll be right back,” you let him go, stretching your limbs, back arching off the bed as you groaned.
lando was trying to be a nice boyfriend, he really was. letting you stay in bed while he took care of whoever was trying to reach you at that moment. but, he forgot about one tiny detail.
just another music meme + favorite female musicians: 7/? - billie eilish
The thing I realised recently is this: when you get to a certain level of fame or notoriety, it doesn’t matter what you say or do, you are a certain level of known. You will be super hated. And super loved. There are a million people who don’t like Beyoncé – and I don’t know how the hell you can’t love Beyoncé. Same with Rihanna. Same with Trump – people actually like that fool! How can you like this man? But everyone is hated and everyone is loved.” She can ignore the hate then? Dust it off? “Not quite. It still feels bad to be hated on, no matter what you try to tell yourself.
