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Not - Max Verstappen (Dark Fic)

Words: 1,165 Summary: Max notices everything about her. Now he’s just waiting for her to tell him. (part of Claiming A Wife - Max verse) Note(s): Slight NSFW, DARK fic, the first part is dark, so inherently this part is as well. And if you haven’t read that part, please go read it. Context is somewhat needed.

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His name falls from her lips in a moan and she waits for his hands to fall to her hips, to grip them so rough he leaves bruises, she loves when he does that. But they don’t. They stay on her face, holding her as he kisses her.

“Max.” She finally manages to whine.

He smirks at her. “What?”

She pouts, something she had never allowed herself to do seriously, but being claimed by Max had changed things. She could be silly and bratty and Max would never let anyone say anything about it.

“I want you to be rough with me.”

It had been two weeks since the last time. She missed the bruises in the shapes of his hands on her hips, the bites on her inner thighs, and how she’d hurt when sitting from the spanks he’d give her when she really drove him crazy.

Something flashes in his eyes at her words, uncertainty. And then it’s gone.

“Are you saying I’m not fucking you properly?”

She nearly freezes at the question, at the warning. Because no, despite not having fucked her like she wanted, he was still more than fucking her properly. Sometimes she thought Max was trying to kill her with orgasms with how he acted.

“No.” She finally answers. She wanted bruises, to ache, to wince as she sat, but she only wanted that if Max wanted to give her that, not because she provoked him into it.

“Good.” He murmurs, pressing their lips together in a soft, sweet kiss.

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Max isn’t sure how much longer he can wait.

Patience has never been his strong suit. Those first three months after he claimed her was torture for him, especially with that last month practically being foreplay at every turn. And now he’s been waiting for nearly three weeks for her to say something and she still hasn’t.

And it feels like it’s killing him. He wants nothing more than to hear her say it, to finally put his hands there with purpose and not the brushes he makes seem accidental.

He wants her to tell him, she obviously has a plan with how long she’s waited, but he doesn’t know how much longer he can wait which is why he’s not surprised it comes spilling out his mouth the next morning, her body curled into his.

“When are you going to tell me?” The words brush over her forehead, lips just barely not grazing the skin.

“Tell you what?” Her voice is still thick with sleep, warm against his skin.

“That your pregnant.”

She stiffens in his arms.

“I’m sorry if I’ve ruined what you had planned, but I’ve been waiting for over two weeks.”

He is sorry and he hopes in some way she can still do whatever it is that she wanted, but he needs to be able to touch her bump, to kiss and hold it, to press his lips against the skin as he talks to their baby.

“Max.” And she’s pulling away from him, something she’s never done. Even in that first tension filled week of him claiming her.

His hands desperately clutch at her, grip nearly tightening, but she stops moving. Their bodies are no longer touching and he can clearly see her face now.

“Max.” She repeats and there’s something sad in her eyes. “I’m not pregnant.”

His mouth drops open. “What?”

“I’m not pregnant.”

“You are.”

He wonders if this is what it’s like to be gaslight, if this is how Charles feels with Ferrari. He’s been lucky enough to not experience that bullshit with Red Bull and if it feels anything like this, he would prefer it stay that way.

“Vrouw,” he doesn’t know what to say.

“I’m sorry, honey.” Her thumb sweeps across the inside of his wrist. It’s her favorite comforting gesture to give him and it works, it always works, but this time it makes him feel like he’s losing his mind.

“But you are pregnant.”

Maybe he is crazy, arguing with his pregnant wife over whether she’s pregnant or not.

She starts to protest but he continues. “I realized it two weeks ago, of course. Your favorite drink gives you a headache. You’ve been throwing out things that smell funky. Every time I have a Red Bull now, you practically crawl into my lap to lick the taste of it out of my mouth. I keep wringing orgasms out of you and you still want more. My hand cramped twice yesterday. And,” he pauses seeing the shocked look on her face. His hand moves from her hip to her stomach, gently cupping where she's showing. “You started showing, just barely, but I know everything about your body. I noticed it as soon as it happened.”

“I’m pregnant.”

She sounds shocked and his eyebrows furrow.

“I’m pregnant.” She repeats and then suddenly she’s up and out of bed nearly falling over as she practically sprints to the bathroom.

She crouches down, opening the cabinet doors underneath the sink, searching for something, and she must find it because she makes a small noise and then the bathroom door is shutting, leaving Max staring at it with confusion.

She’s in there for just over three minutes when the door finally opens and she’s staring at him with eyes filled with tears, a grin stretched across her face. “I’m pregnant.”

He nods, slowly. Because yes, they knew this, he had just been over this.

A laugh leaves her and she’s climbing back into bed with him, settling herself against his body.

“I’m pregnant.”

“You're pregnant.” He doesn’t know why they are repeating this, but maybe this part of how she wanted to tell him. A bit strange, but he did ruin it for her.

She shakes her head, intertwining their fingers before resting their joined hands over her stomach. “I didn’t know.”

His eyes that had fallen to her bump, snapped upwards. “What?”

“I didn’t know I was pregnant. I just took a pregnancy test and it was positive.”

His mouth is open, brain struggling to process.

“You didn’t know.”

She shakes her head, letting out a small laugh. “No idea.” She leans forward a bit, pressing their lips together. “Of course you would know I’m pregnant before I did.”

“I really thought you knew. It seemed obvious.”

“Only because you notice everything about me.” She sounds exasperated but there’s a smile on her face. “I’m going to have to make a doctor appointment. Get an ultrasound.”

“I want to come.”

She nods, kissing him again. “I’ll check your schedule before making it.”

He smiles, “I can’t wait to see them. I’ve been waiting.”

She laughs, “well, I’m sorry you had to wait.”

“It’s okay.” He shrugs. “Not your fault you don’t notice things.”

“Max Verstappen!”

He laughs as she yanks her hand away from him, pushing him away.

“You are horrible.” She mutters, trying to hide her smile.

He grins at her. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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Charles Leclerc x Max Verstappen x Reader

Slowly, like honey

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Slowly, like honey

Summary: She often heard that photography would lead her to nowhere. In retrospect, it became clear that many simply lacked the ability to recognize the beauty that surrounded them. Fortunately, she had two people in her life who truly understood and celebrated every facet of her being.

Featuring: Charles Leclerc x Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Google translate used for the french and dutch

All Y/N wanted to do when she got back to Max's apartment was curl up in bed and take the world's longest nap. It all started when she woke this morning an hour past her alarm, her boyfriends already gone, and she spilt coffee all over herself while rushing into her digital photography class. Walking through the front door, she was greeted by the sound of cooking in the kitchen and light talking. She slowly walked to the kitchen, stopping to pet Sassy and continuing on. Before making it all the way, arms wrapped behind her slightly scaring her as she was suddenly turned around. Closing her eyes and catching the scent of her boyfriend, she relaxed into his arms. "Hi Char," she mumbled. Slowly letting go, he responded "Mon chéri, how was your day?" She sighed, the day hitting her like a truck as tears starting welling in her eyes faster than she could stop them. His eyes tracked her face quickly, trying to figure out what was wrong, "Chéri, what happened, what's wrong?" Max, hearing the slight commotion and the suddenly worsening tears turned sobs, rushed out. He quickly walked to the two of them, taking her into his arms, "Schatje, come here. What's wrong, hmm?" She buries her head into his chest and just lets it all out, "It's so silly, everything that could have went wrong today went wrong. I slept passed my alarm after you both left, I spilt my coffee all down the front of my shirt, and on the way home I realized I left my portfolio at my desk in class." Max and Charles shared a look over her head and started silently figuring out how they could fix this. Charles starts by moving them to the kitchen, “how about we eat dinner and move onto the living room for a movie, hmm?“ Nodding she sits down, allowing them to dish the pasta Max had made, smiling slightly when they sat down as a bowl was put in front of her. They ate dinner silently, with both boys giving her some time to process her day without overwhelming her. Moving onto the couch, Max to her right and Charles directly to the left, both holding her tightly to them does she finally start to calm down. “How was your guys day?” She asked looking up at them both. Charles looked down and grinned, “Just another media day, mon cheri.” Max hummed in agreement, adding “It was an endless amount of people asking of us the same things,” he continued “did you get to work more on your project?” “Yes, I’ve finally figured out a location for the shoot and I’m excited to actually start shooting next week!” She responded, perking up at the fact that she was another day closer to presenting this project and have everyone see what she has been working hard on. Max and Charles both smiled, satisfied with the fact that their girlfriend seemed to being cheering up, and that they would soon see the gallery that their talented Y/N has been working hard on. “I can’t wait to see them, you have to tell us the date so we can make sure to be there,” Max stated. Charles nodded his head in agreement, “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” She nodded, her eyes slowly closing as the movie in the background got quieter, “You both are the best thing to ever happen to me” while snuggling down deeper into them. Max and Charles looked at each other, smiles shared as they responded, “Us too, love.” Just this moment was enough to completely erase all the small things that had piled up throughout her day as she thought about how lucky she was to have these amazing boys both with her as she slowly fell asleep.

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