summary: She’s given him her all, keeping his life on schedule without complaint, but now it’s her turn to shake things up. She's leaving him in just two weeks.
content warnings: max being not a great boss
word count: 2.5k
pairing: max verstappen x assistant!reader
SERIES: my dear assistant || may be confusing if read as a standalone one-shot!
a/n: ITS HEREEEE! nawr because i had so much fun writing this like im ACTUALLY so stupid super excited for this series
Max, I love you. I’m your biggest fan, please send me—
You sighed, dragging the email into the trash.
“Seriously, he needs to take his business email out of his Instagram bio,” you muttered under your breath.
Mornings always looked the same. Blue light glasses perched on your nose, emotional support blanket wrapped around your shoulders, laptop balanced on your knees. Max’s inbox was the most consistent thing in your life. You’d learned early on that it was faster to just keep it bookmarked—front and center—ready for whatever chaos awaited overnight.
Your fingers tapped next again and again, skimming the latest flood of messages that had piled up while you were asleep. Most of them weren’t worth your time, fan mail begging for signed driver cards, free merch, or worse, his phone number.
Filtering through that mess was easily your least favorite part of the job. Max was perfectly capable of checking his own emails, eventually. But every morning, before he even woke up, it was your job to make sure his inbox looked spotless.
Your phone alarm blared suddenly, cutting through the quiet. You glanced at the clock: 7 a.m. sharp.
Another sigh. You closed the laptop, tucked it under your arm, and pushed the blanket off your legs before heading to the door.
Your studio apartment in Monaco wasn’t exactly the dream. Max had requested—more like insisted—that you move closer six months into the job. And when Max requested something, there was rarely an option to say no.
Keys in hand, you slipped downstairs and slid into your car. You turned on the seat warmer, for the passenger side, of course, stopped by the convenience store for a Red Bull, and headed toward Max’s luxurious penthouse to pick him up for the gym.
Just like you did every day.
You pulled up to the curb and picked up your phone. The Here. text was practically muscle memory by now. Short, simple, and the same every morning. Max, your mom, and your best friend back home were the only pinned chats at the top of your messages.
You reached across the passenger seat to test the warmth of the cushion. Warm, but not too warm. You quickly shut off the heater, he always complained if it got left on too long. You switched your music over to light instrumentals, low enough to fade into the background while you drove him between commitments.
Everything you did ran like clockwork now, fine-tuned around his habits. You knew what he liked, what he couldn’t stand, and every tiny detail in between. It wasn’t efficiency so much as self-preservation—every well-timed adjustment kept you safe from one of his early-morning lectures.
It didn’t take long before he appeared at your car door, opening it with practiced ease and sliding into the passenger seat. You reached for the Red Bull waiting in the cupholder, popped it open with one hand, and passed it to him. He took it without looking, as usual.
“What’s planned for today after the gym?” he asked, taking a sip before setting it down, halfway on the console, halfway in the cupholder like he owned the car himself.
“You’ve got two video shoots—one for ORB, one for Ford—lunch with your dad, social shoots for ORB, dinner with investors, then you’re free for the night.”
“What about paddle?”
“What about paddle?” you echoed, glancing over at him.
“Lando and I made plans to play before lunch.”
“Max, did you tell anyone about these plans?”
“No, but you know I don’t like my schedule so tight.”
You exhaled through your nose, already bracing for the rest of the day. “Max, those things have been on the calendar for months. You can’t keep making plans during work hours.”
You eased the car to a stop in front of the gym.
He pointed to the clock on your dashboard before stepping out. “Looks like you have an hour to fix it. Don’t cancel on Lando or Dad.”
The door shut harder than necessary, and you winced.
You muttered a few quiet expletives, then let out a breathy laugh. “Unbelievable. I don’t even make his schedule.”
Pulling out your phone, you dialed the Red Bull comms manager.
“No, no, I understand. Thank you anyway, he’ll be there for sure.”
You hung up and leaned your head against the headrest, groaning at the clock. 15 minutes left to fix this.
“I was on such a good streak of him not yelling at me,” you said to yourself, scrolling through your contacts. There was one more person you could try.
You tapped on Lando Norris. You’d only gotten his number because you’d once needed help getting a very drunk Max into his apartment. Still, it was worth a shot.
To your surprise, he answered after two rings.
“Hello?”
“Lando? This is Max’s—”
“Right-hand man, yeah, I know,” he said with a laugh. “Everything okay?”
“Uh, yeah. Just checking, are you supposed to be playing paddle with Max before lunch?”
“Yes? Why, what’s up?”
“Nothing’s wrong. I was just wondering if there’s any chance you could move it to later in the day? He’s got back-to-back shoots, and he didn’t mention it to anyone.”
“Just texted him. Will eight o’clock work, you think?”
You blinked. Honestly, speechless over how easy that was. “Uh, yeah. That’s perfect, actually. Thank you so much.”
“No problem. I know how he can be,” he said before hanging up.
By the time the clock hit 8, Max walked out of the gym, hair damp, phone in hand, same as he did every day.
“You got lucky,” he said, sliding into the seat. “Lando texted me and said he needed to move paddle.”
You only nodded, keeping your eyes on the road.
“Don’t let them schedule things that close together again,” he added.
You wanted to remind him that you didn’t handle his scheduling. You wanted to remind him how out of the many things you did quietly manage for him every single day, that was the one thing you did not have to worry about.
But you didn’t. You never did.
“I’ll make a note of that,” you said, instead, shifting the car into gear and pulling out toward his first commitment of the day.
Despite Max being a royal pain in your ass, he was never that to anyone else. Always polite, always charming, always perfectly composed. He smiled for the cameras, thanked every crew member, and acted like he hadn’t just handed you a scheduling disaster two hours ago.
The first shoot ran over, naturally. You stood just off set, answering texts and calls from PR and the comms team while keeping one eye on him. He looked like he was born for this. For all of the bright lights, cameras, the constant hum of attention. You, on the other hand, were apparently born for crisis control.
“His outfit for the Ford shoot hasn’t arrived yet, he told us to tell you. That you would fix it” the stylist whispered urgently, rushing over to you.
You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Of course he did.”
Five minutes later, you were sprinting across the parking lot, car keys in hand, off to pick up the missing garment yourself. When you returned, slightly winded, Max didn’t even blink before reaching for the clothes as if they’d been there all along.
Between shoots, you handed him a towel, a protein bar, a fresh Red Bull, all without a word. He didn’t thank you, but he took them like he always did.
By the time you both got back in the car, your phone was buzzing nonstop. PR wanted confirmation on his post-shoot interview slot, his dad’s assistant was trying to move lunch, and the Red Bull team wanted to push up his next event by fifteen minutes. You were juggling it all while merging into Monaco traffic.
“You know,” Max said casually from the passenger seat, scrolling through his phone, “they should really hire someone to handle my scheduling.”
You turned your head just enough to glare at him before refocusing on the road. “Yeah. Imagine that.”
He didn’t even look up, but you caught the faintest smirk tugging at his lips.
After the investors' dinner, you barely had time to breathe before heading to the paddle courts. The sun was dipping just enough to turn the sky gold, the city still buzzing around you. Max adjusted his sunglasses, scrolling through his texts.
“Lando’s already there,” he said. “Don’t make me late.”
When you pulled into the lot, you spotted Lando immediately, leaning against the fence, grinning and giving you both an excited wave.
“Made it on time?” Lando called out as Max stepped out of the car, looking down at his watch. “That’s a first.”
You stayed in the car while the boys talked to each other, your phone in hand, already drafting an email about tomorrow’s rescheduled shoot, hoping to get around an ‘overloaded’ schedule early.
Max grabbed his paddle bag from your backseat and tossed you a look. “You’re staying, right?”
You raised an eyebrow without looking up from your phone. “In case you forget how to hold a paddle?”
He rolled his eyes. “In case I need something.”
You sighed and turned the car off. Because of course you were going to stay. You always did.
You followed the boys onto the courts, taking up space on the bench you always sat on when you stayed at the courts.
“I’m going to change,” Max said, disappearing into the changing rooms.
Lando’s eyes flicked to you. “You know, I don’t know how you manage him all day. Honestly. You’re like, superhero-level organized.”
You blinked, unsure whether to laugh or groan. “It’s mostly endurance and Red Bull,” you said dryly.
“No, seriously,” he said, stepping closer. “I’d pay double whatever he pays you to work for me. Two million a year?”
You physically coughed at the number out of pure surprise. Two million a year. That was way more than double what Max paid you. That was more than enough to finally get at least a one-bedroom apartment and not a studio. Your first instinct was to say yes, right here, right now. But before the words could escape, the changing room door swung open.
“Ready?!” Max called from inside.
You blinked. He always seemed to have perfect timing. You laughed quietly, shaking your head. Of course he had to come out right now.
Max strutted onto the court, towel over his shoulders, still scrolling on his phone. Lando picked up a paddle, grinning at him. “Ready to lose?”
“You’re on,” Max shot back, smirking.
By the time the match ended, Max had disappeared to the bathroom once again to change. Lando turned to you, leaning on the fence. “So, you’re thinking about my offer, right? I was being serious.”
You hesitated for a second, then nodded. “Yes, I will take your offer.”
“Wait—think about it for a few days,” Lando said, raising an eyebrow.
“I’ve already made up my mind,” you said, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I’ll give Max two weeks. Enough time to find someone else, train them, make sure he doesn’t completely implode on them.”
Lando laughed, shaking his head. “That’s actually impressive. Most people would just bolt. You’re solid.”
“I’m loyal,” you said lightly. “And apparently crazy.”
He grinned. “Fair enough. Well, still think it over anyway. You never know.”
You shook your head. “Nope. I’ve thought it through. Two weeks, then the new job starts.”
And just like that, the decision was made, but you knew the next two weeks promised to be very interesting.
When Max reemerged, you instinctively packed up his gear while him and Lando continued to talk and tease each other. By the time you both slid back into the car, the sky had deepened into a dark navy, and streetlights stretched across the Monaco streets. Max leaned back in the seat, stretching his arms, and within minutes, his head lolled slightly to the side. He had always had a habit of dozing off if you were driving at night.
You drove in silence, the hum of the engine filling the space, enjoying the rare moments of calm after a day of chaos. Your phone buzzed on your lap. Your mom. You hadn’t spoken to her in a few days. Max’s packed schedule had left barely a moment for your own life.
You hesitated, glancing at the sleeping figure beside you. Then, carefully, you answered. “Hi, Mom,” you whispered, keeping your voice low.
“Finally! I’ve been trying to reach you. Are you okay? How’s everything?” Her voice was warm and familiar.
You smiled faintly, pressing the phone closer. “I’m fine, just, busy,” you said quietly, glancing at Max, who stirred slightly but didn’t open his eyes. “I just wanted to talk for a minute.”
“Of course, I just—”
Before you could finish, Max’s head lifted, blinking sleepily, irritation creeping into his voice. “You couldn’t wait until I’m back home?”
You muttered an apology to your mom before quickly hitting the end call button. Something inside you snapped. The two years of constant juggling and reworking his schedules, waiting on him hand and foot, managing his quirks, keeping every moving part in line, it all suddenly felt too heavy to carry in silence.
“I’m leaving, Max! I’m actually leaving this job!” you said, louder than you intended, voice carrying in the quiet car.
Max froze, eyes wide with shock. “What do you mean? You can’t do that?” he said slowly, his voice catching in disbelief.
“Yes, I can,” you said, forcing calm into your voice, but letting a hint of frustration bleed through. “Look, I’m giving you two weeks. Two weeks to help you find someone else, train them, and hopefully make sure you don’t completely scare them off.”
He went quiet. You could feel the tension in the car surge. It was so thick you swore you could physically feel it. For a moment, it was just the hum of the engine and your own heartbeat.
You tried to gauge his reaction, and for the first time all day, or maybe for as long as you had known him, you couldn’t. There was no playful smirk, no teasing remark, no nostrils flaring, no raised eyebrow, no eye roll. Just quiet.
“I—” he started, then stopped, shaking his head, sighing further into the seat.
You softened slightly, leaning back in your seat, too. “Max, I’ve thought about this for a long time. I like keeping things running smoothly for you, I like knowing everything is under control, but I need to look out for myself, too. And yes, the timing isn’t perfect, but I’m going to try my best to make this transition easier for you.”
He finally exhaled, running a hand over his face, and the silence stretched again. The weight of your words hung between you.
You finally pulled up in front of his penthouse, engine idling. Max didn’t say anything, didn’t even glance at you. He opened his door and stepped out, shoulders stiff. You watched him go inside without another word.
You sat there for a second, staring at the blinking streetlight outside of his apartment that he always commented on. Two weeks. That’s all he had before the world you’d kept running for him would start to shift, before he’d have to face just how indispensable you really were.
You took a deep breath, bracing yourself. Two weeks. Enough time to help him adjust, but not enough to undo the decision you had already made.
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: after getting your heartbroken by your long-time one-sided love for charles, the most irritating and vexing person in your life, max verstappen, suggests only one thing to remedy it: fucking it out. and after some brief scepticism, you agree. what could possibly go wrong?
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: enemies with benefits, angst, smut (18+ please for the love of god minors DNI), best friend's older brother vibes, bad french and dutch, poor humour, mental health, insecurities, jealousy
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: max verstappen x fem!reader, charles leclerc x fem!reader
EP 1 | AN OPEN DOOR
EP 2 | MEDDLE ABOUT
EP 3 | BABYDOLL
EP 4 | PACIFY HER
EP 5 | PLAY WITH ME
EP 6 | HOUSE OF BALLOONS
EP 7 | JEALOUS TYPE
EP 8 | DADDY ISSUES
EP 9 | SHE'S ALL I WANNA BE
EP 10 | DO I WANNA KNOW?
EP 11 | BACK TO FRIENDS
EP 12 | THE CUT THAT ALWAYS BLEEDS
EP 13 | A CLOSED DOOR
total word count: 76.1k
EP 13.1 | dancing with our hands tied s|f|a
EP 13.2 | their first podium f|a
EP 13.3 | happy birthday max f|a
EP 13.4 | revolving door universe headcanons f|s
EP 13.5 | max vs superman f|s
EP 13.6 | horror night at the leclercs f
EP 13.7 | hand-painted trophies f|a
EP 13.8 | cat whisperer + cat parents f
Ep 13.9 | positive reinforcement f|s
EP 13.10 | casual lore drop f|a
EP 13.11 | the simulator f|s
EP 13.12 | the winner takes it all f|a
EP 13.13 | i think you'd look best in all white f|a
EP 13.14 | yes to forever f|a
EP 13.15 | honeymoon avenue f|s
EP 13.16 | a forever family f|a
total word count: 54.6k
PLAYLIST
𝐀/𝐍: yes this is not a drill! i'm writing another series! however, this idea is credited to this lovely anon who i dearly thank for requesting this! i hope you like it as much as summer sunshine although, as you can see, the tone is a bit different. and this one doesn't have entirely pre-written chapters so i'm taking my time to explore the plot here!
summary: max dating a royal princess is the craziest rumor ever. right?
folkie radio: okay sooo i almost scrapped this entire fic bc i lost inspo mid writing it but i decided to finish it. nit rlly my best but i hope you like it !
MASTERLIST | MY PATREON
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yourinstagram Life lately 🌺☀️
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user1 your feed is literally what pinterest wishes it was
user2 monaco's princess and she's still cooler than everyone i know
user3 i need your wardrobe immediately
user4 the way she's a princess but acts like a normal 26 year old 😭
user5 mother has posted
user6 i'm convinced she has the best life on earth
user7 not me forgetting she's actual royalty
user8 imagine being able to say "sorry i can't come i'm busy being a princess"
user9 she's the people's princess fr
user10 one thing about yn is she's gonna serve
user11 COOLEST PRINCESS EVER
alexandrasaintmleux excuse me why are you prettier than the sunset
└ yourinstagram Because i learned from you
└ alexandrasaintmleux liar ❤️
charles_leclerc Where is the photo i took
└ yourinstagram Not good enough for the feed
└ charles_leclerc Unbelievable
└ alexandrasaintmleux She's been bullying him for years don't worry
└ charles_leclerc THANK YOU
└ yourinstagram i am literally the victim here
user12 charles and yn bickering under every post is my favorite genre
user13 the monaco trio is back 😭
user14 yn and charles friendship content when
user15 if i lived in monaco i'd be outside hoping to run into her
user16 i just know she's funny in real life
user17 not actual royalty being friends with charles leclerc 😭
user18 i love how her account is just vibes and occasionally remembering she's a princess
└ user19 still obsessed with the fact she has a tiktok
user20 i wonder if she's dating anyone
└ user21 didn't people say she was dating max verstappen a while ago 😭
└ user22 PLEASE not this rumor again
└ user23 as if max verstappen is pulling a princess be serious
└ user24 the funniest part is some people genuinely believed it
user25 max verstappen dating a princess sounds like wattpad
└ user26 charles would have exposed it by now let's be real
user27 if yn had a boyfriend i feel like alex would accidentally reveal it
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maxverstappen1 🇲🇨☀️
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lando wow guys he posted
└ maxverstappen1 Unfortunately
alex_albon Who stole your phone
└ maxverstappen1 I posted this myself
└ alex_albon that's exactly what someone who didn't post it themselves would say
charles_leclerc Slide 2 looks familiar
└ maxverstappen1 It's coffee
└ charles_leclerc Sure
user1 charles knows something
user2 charles is being weird again
user3 why is charles always lurking under max's posts
user4 monaco content from max?? that's new
└ user5 he's been in monaco so much lately
└ user6 isn't he literally living there
user7 MY MANNN
user8 guys don't start
└ user9 i'm starting
└ user10 no because wasn't there that rumor—
└ user11 STOP
└ user12 the princess rumor 😭😭😭
user13 i can't believe people genuinely thought max was dating princess yn
└ user14 that was the funniest rumor ever
└ user15 imagine explaining that sentence out loud
user16 "formula one driver max verstappen is secretly dating the princess of monaco"
└ user17 sounds like a hallmark movie
user18 why yall talking about princess yn under his posts
└ user19 this is why nobody takes f1 fans seriously
└ user20 max would never date a princess
└ user21 and a princess would never date max 😭
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f1gossip Max Verstappen was spotted having dinner in Monaco last night with an unidentified woman.
The pair were seen leaving a restaurant near the harbor and walking together before getting into a car.
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user1 MAX???? ON A DATE????
user2 hold on hold on hold on
user3 WHO IS THAT
user4 max fans we ride at dawn
user5 this man has a GIRLFRIEND???
user6 why am i shocked like he's not a normal human being
user7 WHO IS THISSS
user8 the way this is how i'm finding out max leaves his house
user9 i need better photos immediately
user10 that picture was taken with a microwave
user11 zoom in
user12 ENHANCE
user13 BROOO I DONT BELIEVE THIS
user14 max verstappen has a girlfriend ??
user15 don't say it
user16 i'm gonna say it
user17 DON'T
user18 princess yn—
user19 GET OUT
user20 we're not doing this again 😭
user21 y'all think every woman in monaco is the princess
user22 why do yall randomly bring the princess up every single time
user23 if max was dating royalty we'd know
user24 "world champion dates princess" 😭😭😭
user25 if max was dating the princess charles would never be able to keep that secret
user26 this is probably just some rich monaco girl
user27 max pulling up with a mystery woman was not on my 2026 bingo card
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alexandrasaintmleux Thanks to our chauffeurs ❤️
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charles_leclerc Thank you for your support
└ alexandrasaintmleux Thank you for your service
└ yourinstagram 5 stars on uber
└ charles_leclerc That's all i get???
user1 WAIT
user2 CHAUFFEURS?????
user3 plural???
user4 THERE WERE TWO MEN???
user5 hold on because charles is obviously one of them
└ user6 WHO IS THE OTHER ONE
user7 OH MY GOD
user8 IS YN NOT SINGLE???
└ user9 THIS IS HOW WE FIND OUT???
user10 no because why did my stomach DROP
user11 i've never considered the possibility that princess yn has a boyfriend
└ user12 i thought she just existed independently from society
└ user13 same 😭
user14 WHO IS THAT
└ user15 zooming in immediately
└ user16 ENHANCE
└ user17 ENHANCE MORE
user18 all i can tell is that he's a man
└ user19 groundbreaking information
user20 charles is one chauffeur
└ user21 which means the other chauffeur was there specifically for yn
user22 PRINCESS YN HAS A BOYFRIEND
user23 OH MY GOD
user24 this lore
user25 ALEXANDRA WHAT HAVE YOU DONE
user26 there's literally no reason for a second guy to be there 😭
└ user27 unless they called an uber
└ user28 do you genuinely think alexandra saint mleux and princess yn of monaco take ubers
└ user29 fair point
user30 okay i'm being serious who is dating the princess of monaco
└ user31 some billionaire probably
└ user32 some prince maybe
└ user33 imagine if it's a normal guy
user34 imagine explaining to your parents that you're dating a princess
└ user35 "what does your girlfriend do?"
└ user36 "she's royalty"
└ user37 😭😭😭
user38 wait wasn't there that max verstappen rumor
└ user39 SHUT UP
└ user40 we're not doing this
└ user41 literally every mystery man becomes max verstappen
└ user42 that man could be 70 years old and y'all would still say max
user43 the funniest part is that if yn had a boyfriend she'd keep it private
└ user44 exactly we'll never find out who it is
user45 alex just accidentally caused an international investigation
user46 i know the palace PR team is SWEATING
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yourinstagram Last night's Princess Grace Foundation Gala 🤍 An evening dedicated to supporting young artists and celebrating creativity. Thank you to everyone who made it possible.
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alexandrasaintmleux absolutely stunning ❤️
└ yourinstagram Love you
charles_leclerc I was told there would be free food
└ yourinstagram There was
└ charles_leclerc Then I have no complaints
user1 i genuinely forget she's royalty until she posts things like this
└ user2 and then i'm like oh right she's a princess 😭
user3 the gown??? hello???
user4 whoever styled her deserves a raise
user5 imagine looking like this while attending a gala
└ user6 imagine attending a gala
└ user7 fair point
user8 no because she's living in a completely different reality than the rest of us
└ user9 princess by day, pinterest girl by night
└ user10 that's literally her brand
user11 i need to know what her life is actually like
└ user12 same
user13 imagine her boyfriend scrolling through these photos
└ user14 STOP
└ user15 i'm still processing the boyfriend thing
└ user16 every time someone mentions it i get surprised all over again
└ user17 because she feels above dating somehow 😭
└ user18 exactly
└ user19 not above dating 😭😭😭
user20 SHES SO ICONIC
user21 whoever the boyfriend is, he definitely saw these photos first
user22 i know she's a princess but she's really so iconic
user23 THAT SHOULD BE ME
user24 imagine your girlfriend casually sending you gala photos before posting them
└ user25 meanwhile i'm sending blurry selfies
└ user26 imagine getting a text like "how does this speech sound?"
└ user27 imagine proofreading a princess's speech
└ user28 that's actually insane
user29 imagine being introduced as "the princess's boyfriend"
└ user30 i'd immediately pass out
└ user31 i wonder if he's royal too
└ user32 probably
└ user33 i don't know, yn seems like the type to date someone normal
└ user34 define normal 😭
└ user35 not another royal
user36 imagine if her boyfriend an athlete
└ user37 wait
└ user38 don't
└ user39 DON'T
user40 every road leads back to max verstappen somehow
└ user41 this fandom has one joke
└ user42 and it's not even a good one anymore 😭
user43 if she was dating max we'd know
└ user44 exactly
└ user45 there's no way they could keep that secret
└ user46 absolutely impossible
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f1paddockupdates Max Verstappen attended the Princess Grace Foundation Gala in Monaco last night. The four-time World Champion was photographed arriving at the event and spending the evening with fellow guests.
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user1 max at a gala feels wrong somehow 😭
user2 OH WHAT IS THISSS
user3 WAIT wasn't princess yn there too
└ user4 she literally hosted it
user5 okay the rumors are about to start again
└ user6 as if they ever stopped
user7 i'm sorry but max verstappen dating the princess of monaco still sounds fake
└ user8 because it IS fake 😭
user9 i genuinely think she's dating some billionaire we've never heard of
└ user10 same
user11 people see max in monaco once and lose their minds
└ user12 he lives there 😭
user13 PRINCE MAX SO TRUE
user14 imagine if they've been together this whole time and everyone keeps dismissing it
└ user15 that would be the funniest thing ever
user16 there's no way they could keep that secret
└ user17 especially with charles involved
└ user18 now THAT is a good argument
└ user19 charles would accidentally leak it in under a week
└ user20 poor charles catching strays for being incapable of keeping secrets
user21 MAX AND PRINCESS YN??
user22 okay but WHAT is he doing there
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maxverstappen1 Solid weekend. Thanks everyone for the support. 👊
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redbullracing 👏👏
charles_leclerc Decent weekend
└ maxverstappen1 Thanks charles
yourinstagram Told you it'd be a good weekend 🤍
└ maxverstappen1 You were right ❤️
└ user1 WAIT???
└ user2 "TOLD YOU"??????
user3 okay i'm listening
user4 HOLD ON
user5 why does that comment sound so...
└ user6 boyfriend girlfriend coded 😭
└ user7 no literally
user8 wait because how would she told him
└ user9 she probably wished him luck before the race??
user10 why would princess yn be texting max verstappen before a race 😭
└ user11 because they're FRIENDS
└ user12 exactly thank you
user13 and he replied with "you were right" ❤️
└ user14 IT'S THE HEART FOR ME
└ user15 he doesn't reply to everyone with hearts
user16 i think y'all are reading too much into this
└ user17 maybe
└ user18 but i'm choosing delusion
user19 every week these two accidentally feed the allegations 😭
└ user20 i'm still saying there's absolutely no way they're dating
user21 and i'm still saying if they ever announce it i'm deleting my account
└ user22 deal 🤝
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f1updates Max Verstappen was asked in today's press conference:
Interviewer: "What's the craziest rumor you've ever heard about yourself?"
Max: "Probably that I'm dating the Princess of Monaco."
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user1 HE KNOWS ABOUT THE RUMOR 😭
user2 I'M CRYING
user3 the way he started laughing immediately
user4 okay that pretty much settles it 💀
└ user5 exactly 😭
user6 imagine if he was actually dating her and just said this
└ user7 that would be the funniest thing ever
user8 no because imagine lying straight to everyone's face
└ user9 max would never 😭
└ user10 he looked way too amused
user11 honestly he's probably just tired of hearing it
user12 i still don't know where that rumor even came from
└ user13 literally because they're friends with charles???
└ user14 and they both live in monaco
└ user15 people ran with it for no reason
user16 wait because if i WAS secretly dating the princess i'd answer exactly like this
└ user17 😭😭😭
└ user18 stop feeding the delusions
user19 i'm sorry but this somehow convinced me more
└ user20 HOW
└ user19 because why did he laugh first
└ user21 because the rumor is ridiculous 😭
└ user22 exactly
user23 imagine princess yn watching this interview
└ user24 she's probably laughing too
└ user25 honestly i need her reaction
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charles_leclerc Recently.
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user1 CHARLES?????
user2 THAT IS LITERALLY MAX AND PRINCESS YN
user3 NO WAY 😭
user4 WAIT A DAMN MINUTE
user5 max just said dating her was the craziest rumor he's ever heard
└ user6 AND NOW THIS???
└ user7 HELLO???
user8 zooming in immediately
user9 THAT'S THEM
user10 THAT IS ACTUALLY THEM
user11 charles accidentally hard launching his friends 😭
user12 I'M CRYING
user13 somebody save slide 4 before he notices
└ user14 TOO LATE I ALREADY DID
user15 MAX YOU LIAR
user16 😭😭😭
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user1 OH THEY'RE COOKED
user2 if it was innocent why delete it 😭
user3 exactly
user4 CHARLES LECLERC YOU HAVE CHANGED THE COURSE OF HISTORY
user5 max is currently on his way to charles' apartment as we speak
user6 charles is never beating the allegations that he can't keep a secret
user7 i'm sorry but deleting it made this ten times worse
user8 way worse 😭
user9 all he had to do was leave the post up
user10 now i'm convinced
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yourinstagram A few moments lately 🤍
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alexandrasaintmleux The first point is important
└ charles_leclerc I don't appreciate this slander
└ yourinstagram And yet
└ charles_leclerc 😐
user1 OH MY GOD
user2 SHE KNOWS
user3 "do not trust charles with secrets" 😭😭😭
user4 YOUR HIGHNESS PLEASE
user5 THERE IS NO WAY THIS IS A COINCIDENCE
user6 charles accidentally exposing people and then getting called out publicly is killing me
user7 "monaco is surprisingly small"
user8 OH SHE'S EVIL
user9 SHE'S READING THE TWEETS
user10 i know she and max are somewhere laughing at us
└ user11 don't start
user12 no because that notes app screenshot feels targeted 😭
user13 charles is never recovering from this
└ user14 honestly? deserved
user15 i need to know what happened in the group chat after that post got deleted
user16 MAX LIKED THIS BYEEEE
user17 this is way too funny specially when you remember that she's a ROYAL PRINCESS
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f1 Royal visit. 👑🇲🇨 Princess YN of Monaco arrives at the paddock ahead of the Monaco Grand Prix.
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user1 THE PRINCESS HAS ARRIVED
user2 monaco gp weekend officially started 😭
user3 she looks so good omg
user4 home race for charles and the princess
user5 every year she somehow steals the show
user6 watch the cameras find her every five seconds 😭
user7 monaco's favorite daughter
user8 can't wait for the annual princess yn paddock content
user9 somewhere charles is already looking for her
user10 the real question is how long until she gets photographed talking to max
└ user11 DON'T START
└ user12 i'm serious 😭
└ user13 after this week every photo is getting investigated
user14 if max appears in the background i'm deleting my account
└ user15 see you tomorrow
└ user16 😭😭😭
user17 OH THIS IS ABOUT TO GET INTERESTING
user18 coolest princess ever fr
user19 charles deleting that post made everything worse
└ user20 WAY WORSE
└ user21 i still can't believe he actually deleted it
user22 charles leclerc the man that accidentally launched a thousand conspiracy theories
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f1gossip MAX VERSTAPPEN AND PRINCESS YN OF MONACO. WE REPEAT. MAX VERSTAPPEN AND PRINCESS YN OF MONACO.
After months of rumors, fan theories, deleted Instagram posts, suspicious comments, mysterious appearances, and one very unfortunate Charles Leclerc photo dump...
It appears the internet may have been right.
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user1 OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD
user2 EVERYBODY STAY CALM
user3 I AM NOT CALM
user4 CHARLES LECLERC YOU ARE NEVER SEEING HEAVEN
user5 i can't believe my eyes are actually seeing this
user6 oh god he's really dating a PRINCESS
user7 i just fell to my knees at walmart
user8 I SPENT SIX MONTHS DEFENDING THIS RELATIONSHIP TO PEOPLE WHO CALLED ME DELUSIONAL
user9 APOLOGIZE TO THE CONSPIRACY THEORISTS RIGHT NOW
user10 max looked us in the eyes and said it was the craziest rumor he'd ever heard
user11 they must be dating for like a year now
user12 THEY WERE LAUGHING AT US THE WHOLE TIME
user13 of course the rumors were real
user14 MAX VERSTAPPEN DATING A PRINCESS??A
user15 this is not real
user16 but HOW
user17 i love this bye
user18 THEY WEREN'T EVEN TRYING TO HIDE IT
user19 NO BECAUSE WE ALL THOUGHT THEY WERE JUST FRIENDS
user20 oh i know charles is livinggg
user21 CHARLES ACCIDENTALLY HARD LAUNCHED THEM WEEKS AGO
user22 i manifested this
user23 i've been staring at this for hours and i still can't believe it's real
user24 THIS IS THE FUNNIEST POSSIBLE WAY THIS COULD HAVE BEEN CONFIRMED
user25 THE FOUR-TIME WORLD CHAMPION IS DATING A PRINCESS
user26 THIS SOUNDS LIKE FANFICTION
user27 ACTUALLY IT SOUNDS EXACTLY LIKE FANFICTION
user28 SOMEBODY CHECK ON CHARLES
user29 no. fucking. way
user30 charles is currently turning off his pone
user31 IMAGINE BEING MAX VERSTAPPEN
user32 IMAGINE BEING PRINCESS YN
user33 IMAGINE BEING THE PERSON WHO TWEETED "WHAT IF IT'S ACTUALLY MAX"
user34 THEY WON
user35 THEY WON SO HARD
user36 MONACO GRAND PRIX WEEKEND HAS PEAKED
user37 THIS IS BIGGER THAN THE RACE
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maxverstappen1 P3 in Monaco and the best part of the weeknd
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ser1 wait HE posted it???
user2 oh my god 😭
user3 NO WAY
user4 i'm sorry but this is actually insane
user5 the princess of monaco and max verstappen was not on my 2026 bingo card
user6 remember when everyone said the rumors were ridiculous
└ user7 and then it turned out every single rumor was true 😭
user8 I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE THIS
user9 max and a princess. WHAT
user10 i know charles is somewhere relieved this is public now
user11 max saying it was the craziest rumor he'd ever heard about himself is taking me OUT
└ user12 meanwhile he was dating her the whole time
user13 THIS IS JUST INSANE
user14 they were laughing at all of us
user15 the fact that the conspiracy theorists got everything right
└ user16 every. single. thing.
user17 wait because wasn't she commenting on his posts this entire time?
└ user18 yes 😭
user19 "told you it'd be a good weekend 🤍"
└ user20 don't remind me
user21 i genuinely thought they were just friends
└ user22 same
user23 not max hard launching with a kissing picture
user24 not max hard launching with a PRINCESS
user25 honestly good for them
user26 they look really happy
user27 this has to be one of the wildest f1 relationship reveals ever
user28 a world champion dating a princess sounds fake
user29 it literally sounds like a wattpad story
charles_leclerc Thank God finally
└ user30 FINALLY???
└ user31 charles has been waiting for this day 😭
└ user32 he's free from keeping the secret
alexandrasaintmleux ❤️
└ user33 alex knew EVERYTHING
└ user34 of course she did
yourinstagram ❤️🤍
└ user35 your highness that is NOT enough information
user36 we're going to need a statement, a timeline, and the group chat screenshots
pairing: multifandom x f!reader
warnings: scent kink, panty sniffing, male masturbation
⠀⠀. ݁ ˖ʚɞ it's addictive, you know this - but you still lick the ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀wrapper! ʚɞ. ݁ ˖
if somebody walked in on him at this instant, he didn't know how he could possibly explain himself.
he was pathetic. no dignity, no composition - just down bad pathetic. his heels dug into the mattress farther as his left hand clutched the fabric tighter, bringing the gusset of your panties straight to his nose. your signature scent wafted off in faint tufts, shocking his brain every time he caught a good whiff of that mouth watering perfume.
it had all started when you decided to play a fun little game with him. you'd been learning about pavlovian conditioning in your college classes, and what better way to put your knowledge to use than an experiment on your boyfriend? so every time you came over you'd douse yourself in a rich, delicious candy-like fragrance; probably bought off clearance from the shop next door. and every time you came over, you'd climb up in his lap, position yourself right above his dick and grind down while manoeuvring the messiest make out sessions of all time. then you'd "suddenly remember" a project or homework assignment you needed to finish, and rush back home - leaving your poor boytoy with a rock hard erection, sticky fluid spreading into a wet spot on the front of his jeans.
one day you decided to leave him a little treat. while he was in the kitchen making a snack for his perfect girlfriend, you took off your panties and left them on his bed frame. quickly tying your shoes, you called to him in a hurried voice and shouted out a quick "i need to finish this stupid assignment!" before leaving him standing in the doorway, holding a plate of nachos and staring longingly at an open door.
imagine his surprise when he walked back into his bedroom to find a pair of pretty pink panties, waiting for his touch. your dampness glistened in the middle, sending waves of arousal down his spine. with shaking hands he held it up, uneven lace sliding up and down his fingers while he deliberated on whether he should just run out and hand it to you when-
that fucking perfume.
it floated straight to his nose. the scent was unmistakeable. did you spray it on your panties too? who even does that? maybe it's a little superstition you do, or just something for fun - but whatever the hell it was, it had his brain short circuiting while all the blood rushed down south.
this is how he ended up where he was now: panties held up to his face, breathing in the delectable mixture of candy perfume and your tangy scent, while his right hand furiously jacked off his painfully hard cock. the curved tip was leaking with precum - gossamer strings faintly holding on to his fingers while moans escaped him. everything in the world dulled in that instant - everything except that scent, the orgasm cumulating in his belly, and your name on his lips.
with a final harsh tug, his seed spilled all over his hands and up his abdomen until he was left a soiled, broken and thoroughly confused mess - cum smeared on his hand while he desperately tried to catch the sweet, faint aroma of you.
divider creds! : @@ferretmilkshakezzz, @qtdecor, @kodaswrld
i caught a whiff of the most scrumptious candy perfume in class today and my freaky brain immediately jumped to this conclusion 𝚡𝚘𝚡𝚘
Drivers Included: Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Max Verstappen, Lewis Hamilton, Charles Leclerc, George Russell, Carlos Sainz and Franco Colapinto.
Lando Norris:
He didn’t believe you.
“Swear down,” he laughed, turning the heart-shaped piece of chocolate over in his fingers. “It’s just a stupid TikTok sex trend.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Fine. Don’t take it. But I hope you can handle being edged for three hours when I’m the one who takes it and begs for more.”
That did it.
He popped it in his mouth with a smug little chew. “Tastes like a Cadbury. Bit of mint. Not bad.”
It hit twelve minutes later.
One second he was giggling through a movie with his legs draped over yours on the couch.
The next?
He was straddling your thighs on the living room rug, shirt off, pupils huge, hips grinding down against your clothed core as he moaned—actually moaned—into your neck.
“I feel,” he breathed, pulling his mouth away from your collarbone, “so fucking horny I could die.”
You were still laughing when he ripped your top clean in half.
“Lando—!”
“No, no, no,” he whined. “Need it. Right now. I don’t care. Gimme.”
He dragged your panties down with his teeth.
This Lando? This was feral.
He didn’t even prep you. Just spit, aligned himself, and pushed in with a desperate grunt.
“FUCK—you’re warm, you’re warm, you’re warm—”
He set a pace like he was possessed. Messy, frantic, hips slapping, hands everywhere—your wrists pinned, your thighs shaking, his forehead pressed against yours with insane eye contact the whole time.
Kink unlocked: Overstimulation and begging.
Because once you came the first time, it was like a switch flipped.
“No, no, don’t stop—don’t stop, baby, come on, be good for me, again, again—please again, I swear I’ll die—”*
When he came, it was with a whimper, his whole body shaking like he’d never felt it before. But the worst part?
He stayed hard.
“What the fuck was in that?” he gasped, laughing while flipping you onto your stomach. “Round two, yeah?”
…You didn’t walk for two days.
Charles Leclerc:
You left it on the kitchen counter.
Just a silly little heart-shaped chocolate in pink foil with a note next to it that read:
“⚠️ DO NOT TOUCH — SEX CHOCOLATE. For later. I’m serious.”
You figured he’d laugh.
He’s always teasing you for getting things off TikTok.
You never in a million years thought Charles “Mr. Control” Leclerc would eat it without asking.
So when you come home and find him shirtless, sweat beading at his temples, sprawled across your bed like a painting in distress, hand fisting the sheets while his boxers tent aggressively…
You drop your fucking keys.
“Charles?!”
His head lifts slowly, neck flushed red, pupils dilated to hell.
His voice is wrecked. “Ma chérie… I—what the fuck was in that chocolate?”
You freeze. “You ate it?!”
“I thought you were joking!” he groans, grabbing his cock through his boxers with a desperate, strangled sound. “You left a snack! On the counter! What was I supposed to do?!”
You laugh. You shouldn’t laugh.
But your boyfriend—the stoic, calm, always-in-control Charles—is quite literally bent in half by horniness.
And then he moves.
He gets up slowly, like his own body is too much to handle.
And he stalks toward you—hungry, trembling, growling.
Eyes locked on yours. Lips parted. Breathing like he’s run a marathon.
“You did this,” he rasps, trapping you against the wall. “You put that in the house. You—*fuck—*you knew I wouldn’t resist chocolate. You did this on purpose.”
He grabs your jaw. Tilts your face to his. Licks into your mouth like he wants to taste the sin before he sinks into it.
“Tu vas me laisser te baiser comme j’en ai besoin, n’est-ce pas?”
(You’re going to let me fuck you the way I need to, aren’t you?)
You nod. You whimper.
It’s all he needs.
He rips your leggings down, slides your panties off, then lifts you like nothing.
Holds you up against the wall with one hand on your ass, the other wrapped around your neck—gently, but firmly—and sinks in raw.
You scream.
He growls.
“Tais-toi… Don’t speak. Just feel me. Just take it.”
KINK UNLOCKED:
• Breath play
• French degradation/praise
• Wall sex + size kink
• Delayed orgasm control + possessive dom energy
His thrusts are hard, precise—a rhythm sent from the gods and delivered through Monaco’s most beloved slut.
He’s cursing in French, biting your shoulder, saying things like:
“Tu m’as manqué. Cette petite chatte—putain, elle m’a manqué.”
(I missed you. This little pussy—fuck, I missed it.)
You can’t think. You can’t breathe.
Every stroke is deep and perfect and made to destroy you.
When you cry out—because it’s too much, too full, too fast—he smilesagainst your neck.
“You’re crying?” he pants. “*Mais non, ma chérie—*don’t cry. It’s good for you. It’s supposed to feel like this.”
And then he starts thrusting even harder.
You come with a scream, legs trembling, body writhing—and he doesn’t stop.
Not until he’s filled you twice, not until your tears stain his shoulder, and definitely not until you beg him in French to let you rest.
“S’il te plaît—Charles—je peux plus—”
(Please—Charles—I can’t anymore—)
He kisses your forehead sweetly. Carries you to bed. Tucks your hair behind your ears.
Then pulls the vibrator out of the drawer.
“Non, non,” he murmurs. “The chocolate hasn’t worn off yet, bébé.
He bent you over the counter, dragged your panties to the side, and shoved himself in with a desperate groan that vibrated down your spine.
He started pounding—deep and filthy—his chest pressed to your back, his hand tangled in your hair, his voice shaky and low.
“You gonna take it? Huh? Take it like my good girl?”
You choked. His pace got rougher.
“You’re gonna let me fuck you like this—use you, ruin you—”
KINK UNLOCKED:
• Corruption kink + degradation
• Choking + hair pulling + public risk (open blinds)
• Silent edging/overstimulation
• Possessive virginity-core flipped
He manhandled you like he couldn’t stop.
Thrusting so hard your hands were slipping on the counter, and when you whimpered, he let go of your hair—just to slap your ass so hard your knees buckled.
“Don’t go weak on me now, baby. Not until I say we’re done.”
You came once. Then again. And again.
He refused to stop. Didn’t even slow down.
He came inside you, moaning low and guttural—but stayed rock hard.
Oscar Piastri after sex chocolate is not quiet.
He’s sweaty. Messy. Loud. Obsessed.
When he finally collapsed on top of you, breathless and shaky, he murmured:
“You’re not going anywhere. We’re doing that again. And again. And again.”
Lewis Hamilton:
Lewis knew what he was doing.
He lit candles. Put on a playlist. Set out satin sheets and massage oil like it was a full ceremony.
You placed the little chocolate on his tongue and kissed him slow.
“Think it’s gonna hit hard?” you teased.
Lewis just gave you that smug little smirk. “I don’t need the chocolate to ruin you, baby. But I’ll let it enhance the experience.”
Ten minutes in, he was already kissing down your stomach.
Fifteen minutes in, he was eating you out so slowly you were shaking from restraint.
But at the twenty minute mark?
He flipped.
His calm, sensual energy turned into dirty spiritual chaos.
He was fucking you with two fingers, mouth on your clit, grinding his hips into the mattress like he was the one being touched.
“Feel that?” he rasped. “That’s me inside you already—and I haven’t even started.”
When he finally pushed his cock into you, he did it with a slow, intentional roll of his hips that made you see stars.
“Let me make you transcend, love. I wanna fuck you into another plane.”
KINK UNLOCKED:
• Tantric edging + praise kink
• Mirror sex + nipple play + temperature play (warm oils, cool fingers)
• Throat fucking (gentle but deep)
• Long, slow, multiple orgasms
• High-intensity eye contact and spiritual daddy energy
He had you in positions you’ve never even seen before.
He lifted your legs, curved your back, laid you out with a vibe pressed to your clit while he drilled into you at a luxurious pace—stretching you out until your brain short-circuited.
You came hard. Then again. Then again with his tongue between your thighs and his fingers inside you.
He licked every drop of his own come off your stomach with deep reverence.
And just when you thought he was done?
He rolled you onto your side. Bit your shoulder. And whispered:
“You’re not going to sleep tonight, sweetheart. I’ve got plans.”
Max Verstappen:
You were warned.
Max took the chocolate without even asking what it was. Just bit into it, eyes still on the sim rig screen, and said:
“Tastes kinda bitter. What is it?”
You froze.
“…Max. That was sex chocolate.”
He blinked once. “Like Viagra?”
“Worse.”
He smirked. Shrugged. “Good.”
**Fifteen minutes later—**he was already twitching with tension.
He stalked into the bedroom shirtless, flushed, jaw tight, arms flexing as he stared you down.
“Take your fucking clothes off.”
“Max—”
“Now.”
You did. You didn’t question it.
Because whatever was in that chocolate had turned Max into a full-blown, primal predator.
He shoved you onto the bed, yanked your thighs apart, and stared at your pussy like it was his next podium finish.
“You’re wet already?” he scoffed. “Didn’t even touch you yet. That’s pathetic.”
Then he spit on it. And ate you out like a punishment.
Fast. Rough. Zero mercy.
You came screaming. He didn’t stop.
When he finally slid in, it was brutal—deep thrusts, rough grip on your hips, his voice ragged in your ear as he pounded into you like he was trying to break the bed.
“You wanted to fuck a world champion? You better act like it.”
KINK UNLOCKED:
• Degradation + primal dom + forced overstimulation
• Spit play + spanking + rough grip marks
• Breath play and crying kink (because he wants you to sob)
• Edging + fearplay light (you like the threat of him, even when he’s gentle afterward)
He flipped you face down. Pressed his palm between your shoulder blades. Fucked you so hard your arms gave out.
And when you whimpered?
“No. Take it. I’m not done yet.”
He came with a low growl—then slapped your ass so hard it echoed.
But he didn’t go soft. Not even close.
“You’re not leaving this bed tonight.”
You came six times.
He didn’t even kiss you until round three.
Just whispered: “Mine.”
Carlos Sainz:
You dared him.
“I bet you couldn’t handle the chocolate. You’re all talk.”
Carlos looked offended. Deeply.
He snatched the foil heart, unwrapped it slowly, and popped it in his mouth—with eye contact.
“You’ll regret saying that.”
And you absolutely did.
Because twenty minutes later?
Carlos dragged you back to bed with fire in his eyes and a hard-on that looked medically dangerous.
He didn’t even give you time to catch your breath.
Shoved your panties aside. Sucked your clit into his mouth and held your hips down while you screamed.
You begged him to stop.
He laughed. “We’re just getting started, mi vida.”
He threw you onto all fours, gripped your ass like a vice, and fucked you from behind deep and controlled—one hand tangled in your hair, the other smacking your thigh.
“That’s it. That’s how I like it. Let them hear you.”
KINK UNLOCKED:
• Praise in Spanish + breeding kink energy + DDLG softness layered under filth
• Hair pulling + spanking + body worship (he still calls you beautiful while railing you)
• Choking + mirror play (he makes you watch)
• “You’re mine” possessiveness in both languages
He bit your shoulder. Told you to keep your hands flat on the mattress.
If you moved? He started over.
You came once? He wanted two more.
“No lloriquees ahora. Tú querías esto.”
(Don’t whine now. You wanted this.)
He came inside you, held it there, then started rubbing your clit again while still inside.
“Otra vez, baby. Dámelo otra vez.”
(Again, baby. Give it to me again.)
You were crying and shaking by the end.
He kissed your forehead.
“Good girl. Now flip over—I’m not done loving you.”
George Russell:
George didn’t rush into the sex chocolate.
He researched it. Read the label. Looked up the reviews.
“I just want to know what I’m putting in my body,” he said with a perfectly reasonable smile. “Don’t want to lose control.”
…And then he took it anyway.
Fifteen minutes later, he had you lying back on silk sheets, completely naked and trembling, your wrists tied to the headboard with his Hermes tie.
George Russell was gone.
All that British elegance? Now poured into filthy, dominating, perfectionist-level sex.
“Look at me,” he said, voice low and firm. “You do not come until I say so.”
You nodded quickly. He smiled and kissed your forehead—then spread your legs and slipped two fingers inside you while keeping eye contact.
Slow. Deep. Precise.
He worked your body like a symphony, fingers curling just right, while his other hand trailed up to your throat.
“You’re dripping. Can you feel how desperate you are? Pathetic, darling.”
You whimpered.
He laughed softly.
Then the chocolate hit full force.
His expression shifted.
Suddenly he was flipping you over, arching your back with one strong arm under your waist, and sliding his cock into you with a grunt so deep it vibrated your spine.
KINK UNLOCKED:
• Bondage (tie kink) + obedient praise kink
• Degradation mixed with gentle dominance (“You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”)
• Precision edging—he makes you beg like you’re praying
• Mirror play. “Watch how I ruin you.”
He’d go so slow, you’d think he was being soft—until he gripped your jaw and whispered:
“You move without permission, I’ll start over. Are we clear?”
When you finally came—shaking, screaming, gasping—he didn’t even stop.
He gave you a look and said, “Count how many you can give me. Let’s make it a personal best.”
Then he came on your stomach, wiped it up with a towel, and kissed your hand like a gentleman.
You were tied up for two hours.
Aftercare included feeding you chocolate strawberries… and then round two.
Franco Colapinto:
You left it on his pillow. Wrapped in red foil. A silly little heart.
“One piece = one hour of nasty.”
Franco held it up, smirked, and raised an eyebrow.
He didn’t even ask. Just ripped the foil open with his teeth and ate the whole thing.
“Ojalá no llores luego, mi amor.”
(Hope you don’t cry later, baby.)
You thought he was being dramatic.
But fifteen minutes later, Franco was shirtless. Eyes blown wide. Breath shaky. Hands trembling.
He was standing at the edge of the bed, staring at you like you were dessert—naked, sprawled out for him, waiting.
His voice was low. Like a growl, but prettier.
“Don’t say a word. I want to see you cry before you say a single fucking word.”
And then he pounced.
Mouth on your neck. Teeth. Tongue. Fingers in your hair.
He yanked you up by the throat—not hard, just enough for your head to tilt back—and kissed you like he was starving.
Groaned into your mouth. Licked into it. Breathed, “open, bebé.”
You did.
Spit. Tongue. Heat.
He kissed like he fucked—hungry and dangerous.
And when he finally broke the kiss, he had that glint in his eye. That sinister spark.
“Let’s see if this chocolate’s as crazy as people say, huh?”
“Let’s see if I can break you.”
You didn’t even get a second to process it.
He spun you around, shoved you onto the mattress, and ripped your panties off like they offended him.
Then dropped to his knees.
Tongue on your pussy. Hands holding you wide. No warning.
“Ay, mierda… You’re already dripping for me?” he purred against your skin.
Licked a stripe up your center, then did it again. Sloppier. Wetter.
Moaned into you like it was for him.
“You’re so fucking pretty like this, mi chanchita. Look at you. Moaning like a whore and I haven’t even put my cock in yet.”
You came on his tongue. Fast. Hard. Shaking.
He didn’t stop.
He laughed.
“One. C’mon. You can give me seven.”
He spit on your clit. Slapped it once. Twice. You jolted—gasps turning into sobs.
Then he stood up, eyes dark and lips soaked.
And slid in. Raw.
No foreplay. No prep. Just dominance.
He pushed in slow and deep, watching your face twist, until he bottomed out.
Your hands gripped the sheets. He grabbed your wrists. Pushed them above your head.
“No touching. Just take it.”
And then he started fucking you.
No rhythm. Just chaos. Animalistic, deep, punishing.
Every thrust hit a spot you didn’t know existed. And the chocolate? Had him insatiable.
• Overstimulation (he keeps fucking you through your orgasms)
• Mirror sex (he drags you to the mirror just to watch)
• Breeding kink (“Gonna fill you up. Want it dripping down your thighs.”)
• Crying kink + degradation + praise mix
• Mindfuck dirty talk (“I want you to forget what your name is and only remember mine.”)
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He flipped you halfway through. Dragged you to the mirror. Bent you over the bathroom sink.
“Look at yourself. Look what I do to you. Qué rica te ves toda destruida.”
(You look so good all ruined.)
He fucked you like that, from behind—deep and steady, one hand around your throat, the other rubbing your clit just to watch your face as you sobbed through another orgasm.
“You love it. Admit it. Say it.”
You choked.
He slapped your ass, hard. “Say it.”
“I—I love it.”
“Mírame cuando lo digas.”
(Look at me when you say it.)
You came so hard your knees gave out.
He held you up. Kept fucking.
You sobbed. He moaned. Bit your shoulder and whispered every nasty word you’d ever wanted to hear.
Then he pulled out. Came on your back.
“That’s not the last one.”
Dragged you to the bed. Cleaned you with his shirt.
Then pushed your legs up and went back in.
Still hard.
Still filthy.
Still hungry.
“Give me one more. I want to see you lose your fucking mind.”
And when he was finally done—covered in sweat, glowing with pride—he curled up behind you, kissed your jaw, and whispered,
“You’re mine now, ¿sí? No hay nadie más. Just me.”
✫ i’ve realized that i love the age 23, and i was feeling like a poet when i was writing max’s birthday post sorry. ALSO i didn’t realize i kinda completely changed her vibe halfway through 😭😭
🝮
yn
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yn idk i just work here
maxverstappen1 I love you 🩷
⤷ lando why don’t you use a pink heart for me? 💔
⤷ maxverstappen1 Because your not my girlfriend and your favorite color isn’t pink?
⤷ lando i could be your girlfriend though 😙😙
⤷ maxverstappen1 No
⤷ lando awh man 🥀
⤷ yn i love you too maxwell 🥰😘😘😘🥰🥰😍
⤷ maxverstappen1 😐
⤷ yn you never tell me to stop
⤷ maxverstappen1 And I never will
⤷ yn that’s what i thoughtttt 😊😊😊
⤷ lando he’s so down bad
⤷ lando sub max??? 😏😏🧐
⤷ maxverstappen1 She might boss me around in public but never behind closed doors
⤷ charles_leclerc please stop I can see these comments I don’t need to know how you treat my sweet innocent little baby sister in bed
⤷ maxverstappen1 There isn’t anything innocent about her in bed mate
⤷ charles_leclerc STOP I’M GOING TO THROW UP
alexandrasaintmleux I love our date nights 🥰
⤷ yn me toooo 🥹💓💓
carmenmmundt Who’s that cutie in the third slide? 🤩🤩
⤷ yn oh stop 🙂↕️
charles_leclerc that picture is too intimate for social media DELETE
⤷ yn no i don’t want to i like it
⤷ charles_leclerc please?? i’ll buy you those vintage celine sunglasses you were talking about
⤷ yn how about you just buy me the sunglasses because you love me and are so grateful to have such an amazing little sister??
⤷ charles_leclerc Okay
⤷ lorenzotl No Charles, you have to quit spoiling her she’s not 13 anymore she has her own money, and even a boyfriend who would buy them for her
⤷ yn JUST SAY YOU HATE ME OMG
⤷ charles_leclerc I already ordered them
⤷ arthur_leclerc Will you get me those ray bans that you didn’t get me for Christmas while your at it? 😁
⤷ charles_leclerc no you have your own money your not 13 anymore arthur
⤷ lorenzotl 🤦
⤷ arthur_leclerc wowwwww okay I see how it is, picking favorites huh?
⤷ charles_leclerc When have I not
⤷ leclerc_pascale That’s enough boys
kikagomes what is arthur doing 😭😭
⤷ yn i zon’t even know i just walked in and seen him looking ready for back shots
⤷ arthur_leclerc STOP SAYING THAT
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maxverstappen1
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maxverstappen1 Send your love please, this sweet girl has come down with the flu
alex_albon soft max verstappen is truly a sight to see
charles_leclerc Why did you let my little baby sister get sick Max Verstappen?
⤷ arthur_leclerc YEAH, max verstappen 🤨 you know summer is her favorite time and you allow her to sick???? right before summer break????
⤷ maxverstappen1 It was your guys’ fault because you let her go out with wet hair
⤷ charles_leclerc you know I have a hard time saying no to her max do not blame this on me.
⤷ maxverstappen1 I am blaming it on you because it’s literally your fault
⤷ arthur_leclerc but she only got sick once we returned her to you so it’s YOUR fault
⤷ charles_leclerc exactly THANK YOU arthur WE WON you got her sick max
⤷ lorenzotl Charles, it’s yours and Arthur’s fault for not waiting for her hair to dry before going to get food
⤷ charles_leclerc Why do you always insist on going against me? YOURE MY BROTHER DOES THAT MEAN NOTHING TO YOU?????
⤷ lorenzotl I’m done with this argument, it’s yours and Arthur’s fault
⤷ sharls_lerklerk i love how lorenzo is always there to defend whoever charles and arthur are attacking for y/n 😭
estiebestie the way max switches from being a grump to everyone but y/n needs to be studied
landossluttywaist i love that max verstappen ended up with charles leclercs little sister
⤷ hoeforsainzzz in a way we actually got lestappen
⤷ yn don’t let them fool you guys charles kicked me out of my chair at christmas dinner so he could sit next to max
⤷ charles_leclerc I was just being a protective older brother
⤷ yn yeah keep telling yourself that
yn out of all the picture you have of me this is one you posted?
⤷ arthur_leclerc how DARE you max verstappen
⤷ charles_leclerc yeah, max verstappen how DARE you
⤷ lorenzotl We’re not doing this twice in one day under the same post.
⤷ charles_leclerc Ok 🥀
⤷ arthur_leclerc buzzkill 😒
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charles_leclerc
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charles_leclerc Happy Birthday to best little baby sister anyone could ask for, have the best birthday ever my little star. I’ll always be here for you to fall back on, I love you past the moon and beyond the stars 🩷
arthur_leclerc so she’s the only one who gets an actual birthday post?? your favoritism disgusts me 💔
⤷ charles_leclerc don’t act surprised
⤷ landocanrockmyworld arthur is never not gonna be salty that charles’ favorite sibling is yn 😭
yn thank you charlie i love you!!! you’re the best big brother ever thanking you for always buying me whatever i want 😊😊😊🩷🩷
⤷ charles_lelcerc anytime little star
lordperceval charles loves his little baby sister downnn
⤷ forzacharles he’s such a sweet brother to her but a menace to his brothers 😭
alexandrasaintmleux My sweet girl is 23!! 🥹🩷
alex_albon I’m getting a bit emotional ngl I remember her getting piggyback rides from everyone when she was little
⤷ lando all those pictures of max giving her piggyback rides at karting events 👁️👁️ᵖᵉᵈᵒ
⤷ maxverstappen1 Don’t piss me off Lando I’ll run you off the track at Zandvoort
⤷ lando how can someone so grumpy be dating a girl with the happiest soul 😒
⤷ maxverstappen1 At least I acknowledge my girlfriend
⤷ yn max that was mean
⤷ maxverstappen1 I’m sorry sweet girl
⤷ alex_albon RARE SIGHTING MAX VERSTAPPEN APOLOGIZING
⤷ alex_albon where’d lando go
⤷ lando i’m sulking leave me alone
kikagomes happy birthday babygirl i love you!!! 💗💗
⤷ yn thank you keeks!!! i love youuu 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷
kimi.antonelli i wonder if max and charles will follow each other once max and yn get married
⤷ olliebearman bro i was thinking the same thing
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maxverstappen1
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maxverstappen1 Happy Birthday to the sweet girl who changed not only my life but my mindset and outlook on life. Thank you for teaching me patience, kindness, gentleness, tenderness, compassion, and true love. Thank you for making it feel like loving me is easy when I know it is hard at times. Thank you for showing me life is so much more than just racing.
Falling in love with you was the easiest thing I’ve ever done, nothing matters more to me than you. No championships or broken records could ever amount to the love I have for you. I love you for everything you are, everything you’ve been, and everything you will be. I love you today, and I’ll love you for the rest of eternity.
You are the light of my life.
charles_leclerc fuck you might’ve beat me
charles_leclerc show off 😒
yn MY SWEETIE PIE BOYFRIEND!!! I LOVE YOU BABYBOYYY!! thank you for letting me show you patience, kindness, gentleness, tenderness, compassing, and TRUE LOVE!! loving you is the easiest thing i’ve ever done I LOVE YOU FOREVER AND ALWAHS SWEET BOY 🩷🩷🩷
⤷ landossluttywaist she really is just a ray of sunshine huh
♥︎ by author
lorenzotl ❤️❤️
danielricciardo Oh my gosh I’m crying like a baby right now
lando when the fuck did you turn into a poet
georgerussell63 Damn that was really sweet
oscarpiastri Yeah everyone just give up nothing is gonna beat this one
leclerc_pascale Max that was absolutely beautiful, thank YOU for allowing my little girl to truly be herself around you and for never making her feel like a burden. We love you sweet boy! ❤️
⤷ maxverstappen1 Thank YOU for allowing me to experience all the love and kindness she has to offer the world, and thank you for welcoming me into your family and trusting me with your daughter ❤️
⤷ charles_leclerc SHOW OFFFFF
⤷ lorenzotl Charles quit it, I just watched you hold ice to your eyes for 3 minutes to depuff your eyes from crying
⤷ charles_leclerc everyday with you GYASH can’t a guy indulge in a little bit of self care OR WHAT? 💔
pierregasly I’m sobbing rn
daddyricciardo WHERE IS GRUMPY MAX VERSTAPPEN WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH HIM?!
⤷ georgerussell63 He’ll be back in a bit
⤷ maxverstappen1 Fuck off
⤷ georgerussell63 Told you
arthur_leclerc THIS IS SO SWEET WHAT THE FUCK OH MY GOSH THIS IS PURE POETRY WHAT THE HELL WE NEED TO GET YOU A PUBLISHER OR SOMETHING DAYUM
lewishamilton I wish she was older so you two could’ve dating when you were you 17, this would’ve been so different
⤷ maxverstappen 😐
⤷ lewishamilton What??? All I’ve ever known is Mad Max this whole soft and sweet Max is still new to me!
madmaxfuryroad max verstappen the soft and sweet man that you are
landoscar481 mad max would hate bf max
⤷ charlos4eva but bf max would still love mad max
⤷ lando wow…that was beautiful
🝮
yn
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yn i looove my sweet boy !!!! 🤍🤍 he is the yin to my yang, the pb to my j, the moon to my sun, the love of my life!
maxverstappen1 I love you sweet girl 🩷
alexandrasaintmleux The sweetest couple 🥰
lilymhe wow you are so in love
arthur_leclerc we get it
⤷ loserwannabe yeah its getting annoying we get it you have a bf
⤷ arthur_leclerc what dafuq who even are you?? fucking weirdo get out of my little sisters comment section you creep
⤷ sharls.licklayer charles: absolutely no one can be mean to my little baby sister, arthur: i can be mean to my little sister but no one else can, lorenzo: only steps in when needed
♥︎ by charles_leclerc, arthur_leclerc & lorenzotl
maxlovesyn notice how she has never called max grumpy, mean, or angry
⤷ slutmeoutlewis to be loved is to be seen
⤷ hoeforsainzzz i just know she’s gonna be the best mom ever whenever she and max decide to have kids 🫶🏼
♥︎ by author & maxverstappen1
estiebestie he might still be a grump a times, but NEVER to his sweet girl 😭😭💓💓💓💓
lando they act so sweet or whatever but ik they get down and DIRTY in the sheets
⤷ charles_leclerc what the fuck
lewishamilton Wow you have never had an encounter with mad max
⤷ lecult_4lyfe lewis is just flabbergasted at what she has turned max into 😭💀
⤷ estebanocon I too, am flabbergasted
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maxverstappen1
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maxverstappen1 Summer break with my sweet baby
charles_leclerc Oh ok!!
lando WHAT’D I SAY I KNEW THEY’RE FREAKED OUT
⤷ charles_leclerc shut up lando
arthur_leclerc reacted 🤬 to your story
francolapinto …need a third?
⤷ maxverstappen1 Franco if you try to initiate a threesome with me and my girlfriend one more time I will bring mad max back from the dead do not play with me
⤷ francolapinto damn sorry 😔
⤷ maxverstappen1 Be sorry. I do not share
⤷ lewishamilton I knew he was still in there
yn i thought you said you wouldn’t post this one
⤷ maxverstappen1 I’m sorry baby I couldn’t resist
⤷ lec why resist?
⤷ charles_leclerc don’t make me fire you
⤷ lec sorry…
olliebearman ayeeeee
⤷ kimi.antonelli ik that cookie good 🤪
⤷ francolapinto oh but they don’t get in trouble when they say it??
⤷ maxverstappen1 I’m going to show up in your house at 3am Franco
⤷ francolapinto uhhhh 😦
⤷ yn max he’s just joking
⤷ maxverstappen1 You’re right sorry Franco…cunt
⤷ yn 🙁
⤷ maxverstappen1 I’m sorry pretty girl you know I don’t take those kind of jokes lightly
⤷ georgerussell63 Teach me your ways little Leclerc 🙏🏽
