#Red Bull Oracle

[forteafy]

3 + max!

MV1 x 'You and your stupid smile...Get that shit away from me.'

I've NEVER written for Max before, but I'm low-key in my enemies to lovers arc with him.

Loosing your paddock pass was bad; the rain tricking down the back of your neck was worse.

Working behind-the-scenes of Formula 1 came with some incredible perks; good pay, cooperate outings & the anonymity of your life; you’d seen it go really bad for some couples which had gone public. The same had gone for you and your ex-boyfriend, the golden child of Christian Horner. 

After a few weeks of cold stares and silence, the press had died down on your part, leaving you alone whilst the cameras were continuously shoved into Max’s face; his stance was to keep his head down, his target solely being his third championship. Eventually, you faded back into one of the unknown faces of Red Bull Racing, a whisper sometimes crossing from a rival team; you. It was you. The ex-girlfriend of Max Verstappen. 

Albeit, being well-known may have helped you in your current situation. Instead, you were stood in front of a security guard, arms folded as he waiting for you to pull out a pass. In all fairness, how many women showed up in team attire, playing the card that they had ‘forgotten’ their pass? Your phone was still at the hotel; a silent regret you had thought of, imagining your pass laid atop of it on your mad rush to leave that morning. Fuck Christian Horner for moving the meeting two hours earlier. 

You were on the verge of admitting defeat- you would have admitted defeat, if not for the sudden eyebrow raise by the security guard and the voice emitting from behind you. 

“She’s okay. She’s with me.” He nods, pulling his cap tighter to his head upon the weather becoming heavier. There’s a gentle pressure at the small of your back; after giving a thankful nod towards the security guard, Max leads the two of you through the barrier, waiting until you reached the other side to raise his eyebrows at you. 

“No pass? That’s not like you.” He hums; his voice seems almost a ghost, having barely spoken more than ten words to one another in the past few months. 

“No. Blame your boss.” You huff, feeling your clothes dampen by the minute. On top of the triple header, it seems you’re going to be carrying a huge cold through Austria and Silverstone. “Who moves forward a meeting at four in the morning?” 

Max can’t help the smirk settling on his face; he’d miss this. The upmost sulking. The sheer black-cat energy that emitted from you. Everybody had been used to seeing him as the grumpy trope, anybody who knew the two of you understood it was so, so different. 

“Don’t.” You snap, the wind only getting heavier, now soaking through the Red-Bull shirt you’d freshly steamed that morning. 

“Don’t what?”

“You and your stupid smile…get that shit away from me.” 

You’d not been able to get his grin out of your mind for weeks. Interviews, meetings, press conferences, nights out. It was always there, a reminder he wasn’t the cold, heartless brute the media could paint him as. 

Your mind is drawn out of its trance of thoughts when you feel a sudden warmth pressed around your shoulders, vision darkening as something covers your sodden head; Max had wiggled out of his own windbreaker, slipping it around your body, pulling the hood up to cover your head. The man waits patiently, and at this point your body is so cold, it will take anything. 

It’s clearly not thinking either, as once you’ve adjusted the garment, you automatically reach out to clasp Max’s hand, breath catching when you feel nothing but raindrops and cold air. 

You prey he hasn’t noticed, ready to simply thank him for his gesture and walk on. What you didn’t expect, was for his hand to find yours, motioning forward, hands interlocked for the first time in months. And you couldn’t be mad, not truly. Not when you looked up at the man whom sacrificed his warmth and dry for you. 

And especially not with that smile. A smile that emitted when Daniel walked past, eyes widening at seeing his favourite couple reunited for the first time in months. 

Max says nothing, but his smile says it all. 

[l-landoscar-l]

HAPPY B-DAY YUKI!!1!

[hiphiph00ray]

Speaking as a Ferrari fan, TU TU TU TU MAX VERSTAPPEN 🔥🔥🔥

[maxedes]

[dreamauri]

[glai1023-blog]

So far the only two drivers on the grid he would apologize (re: racing incidents) to are Charles and Oscar.

1. Because he knows Charles would put them both on the wall if he tries something funny with him and will call it "Inchident Part Deux".

2. Oscar is a Leclerc, he has the same DNA. He could murder him and will nonchalantly say in an interview that "Yeah, I hit him with my car. It is what it is." ��

[wentzarchive]

S-I-M-P-L-Y L-O-V-E-L-Y

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[heyitspapayaontop]

Takeout times

Request: nah, but this guy won our poll so.

Pairing: Husband!Max Verstappen x Wife!reader

Warnings: FLUFF BABYSSS

Summary:Max's little cuddles and meal time with his wife.

The buzz of the paddock was a distant hum, muffled behind the closed door of Verstappen’s driver room. FP1 had ended with solid data, a clean car, and a familiar shrug from Max—"The car feels good. A little understeer in turn five, but nothing crazy."

But now?

Now was the best part of the day.

You were curled up beside him on the small couch that barely fit two people—though neither of you minded the lack of space. It just meant you had to press in closer, which Max had happily taken advantage of the second the door clicked shut.

Chinese takeout containers were scattered across the little coffee table in front of you, your shared order scribbled with black marker and checkmarks. Max was lazily holding chopsticks in one hand, using them more to poke at his food than eat, while his other arm was wrapped tightly around your waist, keeping you tucked against him.

“I think the sesame chicken is yours,” he murmured, looking down at you with that quiet, sleepy smile he only ever gave you in these private moments.

“Mmm,” you hummed, reaching over and grabbing the box. “You say that like you didn’t already steal half of it.”

“I needed to test it. For quality control.”

You snorted. “You're such a liar, Verstappen.”

He leaned in, his nose brushing against your temple, breath warm as he whispered, “Yeah, but I’m your liar.”

You melted a little, leaning fully into him as your food momentarily became a forgotten background character to the warmth of his hoodie, the sound of his heartbeat under your cheek, and the smell of soy sauce lingering in the air.

Max nudged your chopsticks toward your mouth when he saw you zoning out. “You’ve gotta eat before FP2.”

“You mean you have to eat before FP2,” you corrected, grinning up at him.

“Exactly,” he said with a smirk. “And if you don’t eat, I’ll just worry about you the whole time. Can’t win a session like that.”

You fed him a bite instead. “You’re so dramatic.”

“And you love it.”

You did. Of course you did.

He pulled the blanket tighter over the two of you, the world outside the driver room utterly irrelevant. It didn’t matter that engineers were probably reviewing data or that fans were screaming just outside the barriers.

In here, it was just your husband, who was soft and silly and pressing absentminded kisses to your forehead as you shared spring rolls and small smiles.

“Five more minutes,” he murmured, eyes already fluttering shut. “Just five, and then I’ll go pretend I don’t wish I could just stay here with you.”

You kissed his jaw and curled deeper into his chest. “Five minutes,” you promised. “Or maybe ten.”

He didn’t argue.

A/N: HOPE YOU LIKES IT MY SHAYLAS. I know I'm on break but I had to add this for the weekend. there might be a silly part two but idk yet! sorry Abt it being so short, love you<3

[itscalledastrategyfred]

Takeout times

Request: nah, but this guy won our poll so.

Pairing: Husband!Max Verstappen x Wife!reader

Warnings: FLUFF BABYSSS

Summary: Max's little cuddles and meal time with his wife.

Notice: Yes, this is from @heyitspapayaontop. That is my main and where I post my fics, but I might consider writing here too. Thank you!

The buzz of the paddock was a distant hum, muffled behind the closed door of Verstappen’s driver room. FP1 had ended with solid data, a clean car, and a familiar shrug from Max—"The car feels good. A little understeer in turn five, but nothing crazy."

But now?

Now was the best part of the day.

You were curled up beside him on the small couch that barely fit two people—though neither of you minded the lack of space. It just meant you had to press in closer, which Max had happily taken advantage of the second the door clicked shut.

Chinese takeout containers were scattered across the little coffee table in front of you, your shared order scribbled with black marker and checkmarks. Max was lazily holding chopsticks in one hand, using them more to poke at his food than eat, while his other arm was wrapped tightly around your waist, keeping you tucked against him.

“I think the sesame chicken is yours,” he murmured, looking down at you with that quiet, sleepy smile he only ever gave you in these private moments.

“Mmm,” you hummed, reaching over and grabbing the box. “You say that like you didn’t already steal half of it.”

“I needed to test it. For quality control.”

You snorted. “You're such a liar, Verstappen.”

He leaned in, his nose brushing against your temple, breath warm as he whispered, “Yeah, but I’m your liar.”

You melted a little, leaning fully into him as your food momentarily became a forgotten background character to the warmth of his hoodie, the sound of his heartbeat under your cheek, and the smell of soy sauce lingering in the air.

Max nudged your chopsticks toward your mouth when he saw you zoning out. “You’ve gotta eat before FP2.”

“You mean you have to eat before FP2,” you corrected, grinning up at him.

“Exactly,” he said with a smirk. “And if you don’t eat, I’ll just worry about you the whole time. Can’t win a session like that.”

You fed him a bite instead. “You’re so dramatic.”

“And you love it.”

You did. Of course you did.

He pulled the blanket tighter over the two of you, the world outside the driver room utterly irrelevant. It didn’t matter that engineers were probably reviewing data or that fans were screaming just outside the barriers.

In here, it was just your husband, who was soft and silly and pressing absentminded kisses to your forehead as you shared spring rolls and small smiles.

“Five more minutes,” he murmured, eyes already fluttering shut. “Just five, and then I’ll go pretend I don’t wish I could just stay here with you.”

You kissed his jaw and curled deeper into his chest. “Five minutes,” you promised. “Or maybe ten.”

He didn’t argue.

A/N: HOPE YOU LIKES IT MY SHAYLAS. I know I'm on break but I had to add this for the weekend. there might be a silly part two but idk yet! sorry Abt it being so short, love you<3

[taasgirl]

blame - driver!reader x grid

summary: driver!reader goes to war protecting her teammate and best friend, max verstappen.

a/n: this is NOT a romance smau!!

liked by user76, user98, and 6, 872, 014 others f1 Following a breach of conditions set by the FIA, Max Verstappen will serve a mandatory community service period.

tagged: maxverstappen1

ynusername just say ya'll can't handle him and move on!!!

user27 be careful y/n, they'll send you too user46 HAHA SHE'S SO REAL

user51 this is so stupid

user90 who decided this???

user75 Okay I understand him getting community service for the Ocon incident, but for swearing?

user21 they're treating max like he's a child

liked by oscarpiastri, redbullracing, and 2, 379, 918 others ynusername unbothered, moisturised, and definitely plotting to overthrow the fia!

tagged: maxverstappen1

user59 My dreams 5 minutes before my alarm:

user61 y/n and max are never beating the platonic soulmates allegations

user87 Get yourself a teammate that fights the FIA on your behalf @/estebanocon

maxverstappen1 I was going to say something nice then I saw the last photo.

ynusername pls still compliment me x

oscarpiastri I agree with the caption

landonorris ur too ashy to be moisturised

view ynusername's story...

caption only the FIA could ruin a beautiful flight @/alex_albon

liked by carlossainz55, alex_albon, and 1, 256, 280 others ynusername me and bro suiting up to destroy the FIA

tagged: carlossainz55, landonorris

lewishamilton This is why you're my favourite on the grid

ynusername this is why you're the 🐐

oscarpiastri Hey I hope you were joking when you said you'd be turning into a grid terror haha (please be joking)

ynusername don't worry ur safe xx

landonorris WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS Y/N???

landonorris If me and my gang pull up ahh post

ynusername yup you're now my number one target for unironically using 'ahh'

maxverstappen1 I hope I am bro

ynusername there's no one i'd rather serve community service with

liked by fernandoalo_oficial, lewishamilton, and 3, 287, 3389 others ynusername don't worry I won't actually replicate crashgate. however, please know that I have free reign over my radio xx

landonorris Thank god u had me scared for a minute

user49 y/n is taking this too far 😭

ynusername oh i can go further if needed

lewishamilton HAHA this is gold y/n

ynusername when I have the praise of sir lewis hamilton then I know that I'm doing something right

user20 OMG Y/N GOING INSANE ON RADIO IS A NEEEED

user91 y/n is the only reason i'm tuning in this weekend

view ynusername's story...

caption: I have some business to attend to this sunday afternoon

liked by user62, user87, and 209, 557 others f1updates Not shy on the radio so far! Y/N on the formation lap, and she'd already quizzing her engineer.

user83 she's so unserious i love her

user90 This is my sign to strictly watch her onboard today

user41 y/n really is going to put on a show huh

liked by user 34, user75, and 1, 722, 981 others f1updates A few of the unhinged thing's Y/N was saying during today's race. Safe to say that she may be sporting a ban for the next race.

user38 her engineer replying with 'affirm' is so fucking funny to me

user92 And ya'll still wonder why she's my fave driver

user47 THE WAY THIS ISN'T EVEN EVERYTHING SHE SAID

user28 what else did she say??

user47 @/user28 she went on a whole tangent about how stroll is a prick that shouldn't be in f1 😭😭

liked by charlesleclerc, landonorris, and 3, 615, 248 others ynusername FIA knew I'd be too powerful for another race (hey at least bestie doesn't have to do community service).

maxverstappen1 You're insane I love you

ynusername dinner is still on you right?

landonorris NOOOOOO RIP Y/N

ynusername bitch i'm still alive

oscarpiastri Welcome back Kevin Magnussen liked by ynusername

redbullracing She might be crazy, but she's our kind of crazy!

ynusername pls keep me employed ya'll

view landonorris's story...

caption Yes, she still has the helmet on

view maxverstappen1's story...

caption Okay time for us to get to work

eeee i hope you guys liked this, please let me know if you did!

[33-16]

see the thing about max dominance in 2023 was that he served sexy overachiever every single race. randomly pitting on the second last lap to get fastest lap for fun. pushing for fastest lap even though his engineer said no. cracking jokes on the radio with gp cause he was so clear and confident. breaking numerous records and setting a target miles ahead of what existed. none of the mclaren boys would ever be able to serve that level of icon and that is why this era should never be compared to max's 2023 dominance (aka a masterpiece)

[formulamar]

puppy love (but it’s cats!) part 2

part 1

max verstappen x vet!yn

fc: girls from pinterest

summary: as a Monaco native, Yn has had her fair share of encounters with F1 drivers. and as a vet, she has even fostered close relationships with some of the driver's pets. what happens when she is introduced to a single Max Verstappen who has two adorable cats?

rumorhasitf1

liked by butfirstmax, exusername and 6,083 others

rumorhasitf1: 🚨 JUST IN 🚨

Max Verstappen spotted kissing a mysterious brunette while on vacation in the Bahamas 👀

1,672 comments

maxisfast: mama a frat boy era max behind YOU 💜

dutch1: call me crazy but she has the same hair length as the girl in barcelona

maxiellvr: that or he just has a type 🤔

vermax: OHHHHHHH AGAIN?

frmlamax: he's just kissing everyone at this point (jk it's been like 2 people)

maxstap1: me 3 drinks in

butfirstmax: and what if it's vetyn...

albon33: i mean she is brunette..

vermax: and so are a million other girls lets chill guys

rbgirl: ANDDDD may he enjoy it *insert Olivia Wilde nodding gif*

maxlovescats: no fr people are acting like he's a hoe or something like his life up until now has been so hyper focused on racing. dating has always been a secondary thing and he's always been in long term relationships let him have some funnnn

rbgirl: TRUTH.

userloves1633: not max's ex in the likes...

30three: honestly it could be that they're back together or that she's not leaving him alone which not surprising considering the break up aftermath.

vetyn

liked by maxverstappen1 and 3,781 others

vetyn: a summer for the books 📖🌅🌊🫧

1,782 comments

ynbestfriend: oh FOR SURE 😏

vetyn: hehe 🤭

f1fan: omg that looks like one of Max's cats

frmlamax: WAIT...

lilymhe: gorg girl I miss you!

vetyn: i miss you so so so much. see you soon tho xx

ynfriend: prettiest girl!

liked by vetyn

maxverstappen1: Paddel rematch?

vetyn: oh you're on but i’ll win!

maxverstappen1: We'll see about that

rbgirl: ARE WE ALL SEEING THISSSSSS

ynsister: THE KITTTTYYYYY 🥰

vetyn: my baby 🥹💞

girlstappen: ok maybe i'm just delulu but that watch looks a lot like Max's

maxlovescats: NO I WAS THINKING THAT TOO

albonooo: omg were you at the Monaco GP???

vetyn: yes ☺️

alexandrasaintmleux: 💕

liked by vetyn

rumorhasitf1

liked by alex_albon, vermax and 6,523 others

rumorhasitf1: Max Verstappen was asked about his new relationship in the media pen.

1,873 comments

lexalbon: NOT ALEX IN THE LIKES???

twenty33three: that really makes me think he was the wingman

maxiellvr: notice how the interviewer says "newly" hehe no ex here!

verstappen4life: true and he looks so re-energized

notmaxver: guys it has to be @/vetyn

userloves1633: THE DIRECT TAG IS CRAZY LOL

frmla1girl: true but i mean the clues are there

frmlamax: he looks sooooo happy aweee

rbgirl: BLUSHING AND SMILING

maxisfast: I hope we get to see them together soon!

ynbff story

[caption 1] new tradition? [caption 2] thank you for letting sassy spend the day with auntie 🥰 @/vetyn @/maxverstappen1

user: yn's bff.... is "auntie" to a bengal...named SASSY AND yn's bff tagged MAX VERSTAPPEN on the story...

user: I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS AHHHHHH

user: wait was this posted on accident i thought they were keeping it lowkey

user: yes I think she didn't mean to post it LMAO

user: the third story omg 💀

user: this is so funny 😭

vetyn

liked by maxverstappen1, ynsister and 14,267 others

vetyn: a very special weekend 💙🦁 met some very cute dogs and reunited with others! oh and my boyfriend was there too!

9,523 comments

ynbff: omg hard launch awesome 😱 so can we just pretend i didnt lowkey leak your relationship on accident 💕

vetyn: right okay…

maxverstappen1: Don’t worry we forgive you

ynbff: THANKS MAX 😄

girlstappen: THE PICTURE 🥹

ynfriend: so happy for you!!!!

liked by vetyn

notmaxver: OHHH I KNEW IT

rbgirl: why is no one talking about the caption i burst out laughing 😭

f1fan: no cause same

dutch1: the drinks same girl

maxiellvr: when cat lovers meet 🐈

liked by vetyn

alex_albon: Where’s my credit?

lilymhe: what are you talking about? this was all my doing? 🤨

alex_albon: I LITERALLY SET THEM UP

vetyn: alex don’t lie!

alex_albon: At this point you guys are just ganging up on me

maxisfast: new wag alert!

frmlamax: cutest couple ever omg

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a/n: anddd here’s part 2! sorry for taking forever school was really stressful for like 2 months straight but i’m so happy the semester is over 🧚🏻 also congrats to max and kelly on their baby!!!! i think i posted part 1 to this like a week before that was announced lol!

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[tpwk-formula1]

Biggest Fan - MV1

Max Verstappen x Dancer! Reader

AN: Sorry this took me so long! Literally been sitting in my drafts almost done but had a lack of motivation but it's a new year so we need to relive this blog!

Summary: Just Max being madly in love with his dancer girlfriend

Face Claim: Rylee Arnold

Max Insta Stories

Twitter

Youruser Insta

Liked by maxverstappen1, yourbff, landonorris, and 1,890,879 others

tagged maxverstappen1 and stephen_nedoroscik

youruser life lately <3

user1 I love being able to watch you every week!

user2 you two better win this year or I will riot

maxverstappen1 I can't wait to see you two perform

youruser I'm so glad you're coming!

user3 I love knowing that those 2 are both dominating in their respective field... power couple of the century

user4 I love how max posts Y/N like he's there with her. Like we KNOW he's sitting down every week to watch Y/N and Stephen dance

landonorris yes... and most of the time he ropes everyone else into watch youruser Lando... don't act like you didn't make Max facetime to last week to tell me how amazing I did.... landonorris damn... catching strays user4 lmao... I didn't realize my comment would create such discourse

Max’s Insta

Likey by your user, landonorris, redbullracing, and 3,809,899 others

tagged yourusers

maxverstappen1 4 time world champ and I still didn't beat Y/N karting

user5 what are the odds he let her win?

youruser wow... that little faith? Remember Oscar defending in Baku? Ya that's me behind the wheel

user6 I'm sobbing at the fact that Y/N watching races so intently she can bring in references

user7 I still can't believe he's a 4x world champion

youruser I am so beyond proud of you love! My Champion <3

maxverstappen Ik hou meer dan woorden van je

landonorris congratulations!

user8 LFGGGGGGG!!!

Youruser Insta story

Max’s Insta

Liked by youruser, landonorris, yourbestie, and 2,094,632 others

maxverstappen1 I've loved every moment with you

tagged youruser

user34 I love seeing these two together! And the way he's always posting her

user42 perfect perfect

youruser I love every moment with you too!

landonorris GAG

user13 Im cryinggggg! Lando be nice youruser ya be nice!

user22 I have a feeling Y/N helped with the aesthetics of this post but I am STUNNED that Max didn't sneak a RB pic in

Max’s Insta Story

Twitter

[bunny-jpeg]

sinful sentences (seven)

max verstappen - "i don't think you've had enough already."

tags: smut/pwp, mad!max, crybaby!reader, norris!reader, lying & manipulation, drinking/intoxication, dubious consent, unprotected sex, dark themes, this fic is insane don't look at me, doggy style, baby trapping/breeding kink

sinful sentences catalogue

hunger. that was all max could think of when he saw you. he knew that lando norris had a sister, he had even seen photos of you while scrolling aimlessly throughout instagram. but in the photos with your brother, you were often in baggier clothes. while they were trendy pieces, you liked hiding your figure rather than showing it off. so imagine the surprise that max had when during a sunny weekend at silverstone, there was you in a lovely sundress.

who would've thought you'd make mclaren orange look good. but when he saw you in that colour, he wasn't thinking of mclaren. he was thinking of home, thinking of himself.

and whatever higher power was out there happened to put you right where he needed you.

partying after a dizzying weekend felt good. and you were at the same bar he was at, without your brother however. he noticed you were with some other women, but you stayed behind once they left for their ubers. you were happy to be there, even as you got a little more wobbly as the night progressed. max watched you from his seat, you were too drunk to catch him staring. you weren't in that sundress anymore, but max couldn't help but still eye you.

and then like a siren's call, he was pulled from his seat and into the empty one next to you. you looked up from your phone and looked at him and jumped a little. there was a certain haziness in your eyes as you tried to process.

"max verstappen? what are you doing here?" then broke into a big, silly (drunk) grin before you put your phone down and had another sip of your rather strong cocktail.

"enjoying the night before the next flight to the next race. what are you doing here still?"

you finished the drink, "i was with my friends, but they left early. i was supposed to be picked up by lando... but i think he's either asleep or with that girl he's been into. some model, don't know her." you replied as you looked at your phone that you left on the shiny wood of the bar.

"a brother shouldn't leave his sister all alone at a place like this. someone could hurt you, and that would be on lando's head." he placed a hand over top of yours and said, "i guess i'll just have to look after you tonight." he smiled softly, the kind of smile that pulled drunk you in.

you giggled and tried to pull your hand away, "i can look after myself, max." but he tightened his grip on your hand on the bar, "after all, lando is your top rival right now." you tried to sound a little cheeky.

"then let me buy you another drink. i don't think you've had enough already." he said with what you thought was humor in his tone, but as the bartender made another sweet alcoholic drink, max had other intentions with you.

you ended up in max's car after one drink became two. you weren't paying attention when max asked for the drinks to have two shots in them instead of one. so sugar plus four shots of vodka in your already drunk system made you one tipsy little angel. by then you were a little more agreeable to max's offer of protection.

you wobbled a little more and clung to the front of max's t-shirt. you pressed your nose into the fabric of it and gave it a deep inhale. then giggled, "you smell good."

max held you by the back and guided you towards his car, "well, i can't be smelling bad, can i?"

you looked at him and pouted, "nuh-uh." then rubbed your soft cheek up against the softer fabric and exhaled deeply. except that exhale sounded a little like a moan and max felt his cock twitch in his jeans. you were just perfect, huh? max loved it, he loved the feeling of you up against him. it was hard to depart when he had to get you into the car.

and by the time he was in the driver's seat, you were looking at him with a frown and tears in your ears. max raised his eyebrows at you and you sniffled pathetically, "i thought you weren't coming back." and max near had to bite his fist to keep it together. holy fuck.

he reached over and cupped your face and wiped your tears with his thumbs, "aw, don't cry. don't cry. i'll make it all better." he said with a hint of love in his tone. but he wouldn't call the feelings for you loving. rather he carnally needed you. the way a hawk needed a rabbit. or a wolf craved the flesh of a deer. he tested the waters by kissing you and when you didn't recoil. he knew he had you.

it was only a matter of time before he had you in his hotel room. the skirt of your dress was pushed up and you were barely focused enough to get your heels off. when you bent over, you were uneasy as you tried to get the straps undone and max was rubbing up against your slightly exposed ass like a hungry animal.

"i should text my brother." you said.

"after, after." he wrapped a strong arm around you, "like you said, he is either asleep or busy. you don't want to bother him do you?" when he could, he kissed behind your ear and then said softly, "plus, i can protect you better. i won't leave you out to dry." his grip on you tightened, "you'll be good for me tonight, right?"

you asked, "what are you going to do to me?" your voice was uneasy.

"if your brother wants to take my title. then i guess i'm just going to have to take his sister." he felt you hold onto his arms around you and he kissed you warm, sweet flesh once more.

it was dizzying getting into max's bed. his large hands on you. you didn't realize how large they were until he slid one up the skirt of your dress and grope your ass. basically the whole cheek in his grasp as he pressed himself up against you. you both in bed together, his lips on yours as he slowly got your panties off. your brain was too muddled with liquor to properly consent, but you knew the feeling was electric.

all rationale was out of the window once he tossed the cotton panties over his shoulder then worked the dress off of you, it ended up around your waist. he then bit at your breasts through your bra. he said to you with a heated tone, "fat tits." he rubbed his clothed cock up against your bare thigh, "see, i know how to take care of you. bad, bad men out there." but not him, never him. even as he groped you until you whined.

"bad men?"

"yeah. those who wouldn't treat a woman like you correctly. take advantage of you." he said as he took the dress off of you fully off from around your hips. and it ended up on the floor. his hands were back on your breasts, "men who are more animal than human. monsters." he peppered kisses across your tits and rubbed against you further, "i'll take care of you. protect you. no one else can have you."

you were trapped under him but as he toyed with your clit, the thoughts couldn't fully form. the consent of all of this felt complicated, but as he teased you, your body seemed to submit to the dutchman. you couldn't tell that his obsession for you grew deeper as he bit heavy bruises onto your chest.

"do you think i can keep you safe? protect you, keep you safe from all those monsters." he rubbed his cock up against you for a moment long before he stripped out of his clothes, "i want to hear you say it." then pressed a hand around your throat, "tell me, i'm the best."

you looked at him with wide eyes for a moment and when he loosened the grip you said, "you're the best, max." your tone wavered due to the liquor in your system, "are you going to use protection?"

max just smiled after he got his shirt off. the kind of smile that made front pages, a winner's smile. he patted your cheek a little rougher and said, "of course. i said i'd take care of you, no? can't have little norris' running around." little verstappens were a different story though. the rustle of his belt and the zip of his jeans. he stripped of his clothes.

he got you onto your stomach and raised your hips to be leveled with his erect cock.

"condom?" you squeaked.

he looked at your wet cunt for a moment and replied, "already on." a bold faced lie as he sank into you, completely unprotected. call it a sick obsession, call it a need for claim. a small voice in max's head told him to back out now, before he got in too deep. but it was overshadowed by the larger urge to keep going. to bruise your poor little cervix with his cock, to finish right up into your womb and make sure it all took.

you were so out of it, your noises loud as he fucked you. his pace was quick and his movements were fluid. you felt like heaven, just as he expected. your cunt seemed to pull him in deeper. even in your inebriated state, your body knew what it wanted. five-eleven blond dutch driver with a cock that could ruin you.

his movements felt good to you, your noises weren't restrained thanks to high blood alcohol level you had. he took you from behind and made sure that your head was pressed into the covers. just in case you found out max's little white lie. he held you down by the back of your neck with his other hand on your hip. he pressed into you, as deep as he'd go.

his cock hit all the right places, slammed against your sweet spot that made you sputter out a sweet moan. you felt almost degraded, that he fucked you like an animal. on you knees he rammed into you and it left your brain feeling dizzy. the pleasure and the burn of liquor left your head cloudy and your words jumbled.

he was fucking you, as filth poured from his mouth. you could find little to react with. his breath hot against your warmed skin as he thrusted in and out of you. you couldn't process what he was saying, but the word pregnancy made your cunt clench at instinct. that only made him chuckle as he kept moving. you prayed that the condom would protect any mishaps.

when he spoke dutch to you, the confusion only grew. you didn't know a lick of the language. you learned french and italian, not dutch. so max's words went over your head, "you drive me crazy, little rabbit. the way you look, the way you move around the paddock. your stupid brother made a big mistake not picking you up tonight. letting me have you all to myself. maybe i'll send him a bottle of something expensive when i get his sister knocked up. how does that sound? out of mclaren orange and into proper dutch orange. would be fitting because when i'm done with you, you'll be at least nine percent dutch with how much i'll finish inside of you." his mouth ran and he sounded insane.

you sniffled as the flood of emotion made you cry a little. and max only shuddered from the feeling. he kissed your cheek as he rocked into you. you whimpered as you felt his cock just invade every inch of you. he fit perfectly, didn't stretch you too much that it would make you cry more. he fit in a way that made it hard to focus on much else. hence why your little cry-baby self was brought to tears from the feeling. when max asked what was wrong, you replied, "what are you saying to me?"

"nothing to worry about." he said, "you felt so good that i got my languages mixed up." he knew you didn't know the language, so it allowed him to speak more freely. his want for you. his intentions with your sweet body. he kissed your pulse point as leaned into you further. bodies flushed together like two halves of a whole. "you'll never need to worry about anything again." his words like a promise as he continued to fuck you.

"no more dutch." you whined drunkenly, "not fair!"

he let go of your neck and kissed you on the lips with your cheek against the pillow. the kiss was at an awkward angle, but it established dominance in a certain way. you were under him, taking his pleasure after he basically poured liquor down your throat.

he was mad for you. insane in a way that would shock most. max was a nice guy off the track. but tonight was fucking a fellow driver's sister raw. bad behavior, verstappen. that could land him a slap on the wrist! more community service for flooding your cunt with his cum. a penalty for getting you drunk. hell, even disqualification for touching what wasn't his. he should know better, but with a cunt like yours, the fia could throw the book at him! lando norris could choke his lights out, but that wouldn't make you un-pregnant. and max wasn't letting you raise the next best without him.

the pace quickened. his want for you grew with each heavy thrust. he could taste the pleasure like blood in his mouth. while he couldn't spew out filth, he thought about it as the sounds of your fucking filled the room. the scent and heat of sex was apparent as he ruined your sweet cunt.

a good pussy for him, keep his satisfied. he licked his lips as he kissed your back once more as his pace staggered. his want was apparent and his climax was near. you choked out more moans and even let out a few more tears. he shushed you and said, "don't cry, don't cry. doesn't it feel good? see, this is what being protected feels like. to be taken care of. am i the best?"

you nodded, "yes, max." your cheeks stung with heat and you could feel the twist in his stomach. you swallowed and asked, "is the condom on right?"

"it's on perfectly, now stop worrying." he thrusted all the way in and held his cock pressed up against your cervix for a moment. the pressure made you moan and your mind go blank for a moment. someone like you shouldn't be asking so many questions, it wasn't an endearing quality.

pleasure became all consuming quickly. your pussy could only take so much before you clutched onto the hotel sheets and arched your back as much as you could. your slick cunt held onto his cock, like it knew what it wanted and climaxed around him.

"that's it." he cooed, "perfect." his words were more intoxicating than the liquor. you felt in a haze as he continued to fuck you. you stopped asking about the condom so he let go of your neck and held onto your hips with both hands.

he moved quickly, he moved with a fever in his blood. and he tensed up for a moment before he relaxed as he finished inside of you. the damage was done and whatever happened next he'd stand by you. bright smile on his face and a protective hand on your swollen middle.

just as you should be. knocked up and tied to max in every way he could get you.

he got you onto your back with his cock only out of you for a second. but you weren't focusing on anything. your eyes were hazy and completely unfocused. perfect for him to sink back in, another round for extra measure.

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the thing about hunger is that it always returned. and despite a night of unprotected passion with you, max wanted more. he wanted to feel the tight wetness of your cunt. so when you were shown tickets to the next race, you were more than happy to go see your brother.

and while max smiled when you said that, he only cupped your cheek and tapped your face gently with your thumb. soon enough, he thought, you'd be cheering him on in redbull's colours with a firmer slope in your middle. maybe it didn't work in silverstone, but there was more than enough season left to fully claim lando norris' sister. because once the hunger set in, max wanted nothing more than to keep sinking his teeth into your soft skin.

marked, claimed and owned by max verstappen. <3

[charlotteking27]

I Am Not Pregnant - MV33/1

Max Verstappen x reader

summary: My boyfriend found my bodysuits and now he's convinced I'm pregnant.

"AHHHH", you heard Max scream from our closet.

"Maxie, what the- what happened"? you said getting up from the bed and walking towards the closet. Where your boyfriend opens the door looking baffled.

"You didn't tell me you were pregnant"? He said clearly holding something behind his back but not visible for you to see.

"Maxie, I'm not... what do you mean?", You laughed completely confused about where he got that idea from.

"Explain these baby outfits then, Liefje"?? He said holding up your bodysuits in one hand and showing them to you.

"Maxie, look-", but Max cut you off.

"These are soo cute", he said gushing over your bodysuits.

"Maxie that's literally my bodysuit... I wear that", you said laughing at your boyfriend's.

"Liefje, this looks like it fits a literal baby", he said eyeing the bodysuits before looking at you up and down, definitely judging the crap out of you.

"Maxie I wear them all the time, I wore them yesterday for qualifying", you said trying to convince him you are not pregnant.

"Liefje, I know you're lying", Max said, smirking weirdly.

"Baby, I know you're pregnant", he said again squinting his eyes and smirking.

"I-", you were too shocked to utter a word, your brain was not computing.

"I'M NOT", you screamed and laughed too hard to take Max's stupidity seriously.

"Alright Alright I will act surprised just tell me", he said seeing if you would tell but you still repeatedly told him you were not pregnant, but he still thought you were joking.

"I will act surprised! I already know anyways but...", He said trying to see if you would admit you were pregnant.

[love44lew]

just like him . max verstappen

彡driver max verstappen

彡genre drunk!max verstappen x gn!reader, angst to fluff

彡summary max comes home drunk after a long night of partying and celebrating another wdc

၊၊||၊ this story has been haunting me for weeks now and im always busy with school or just dont have motivation to write but im glad to finally get the last of it on this sunday evening. enjoy and ty for reading!! ၊၊||၊

彡warnings alcohol, mentions of child abuse

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max stumbles into the door after too damn long trying to get that stupid lock. why was the damn door locked anyway? he roughly plops down on the floor, kicking his shoes off and tossing them to the side without any second thought about them. he’s woozy and his head feels like its full of water and he can barely stand up straight—it was a long night of drinking and celebrating securing the drivers championship.

you would’ve went, but you weren’t feeling too well and even though max had insisted to stay home with you, you refused to let him miss out on celebrating such an achievement; hesitantly he went.

after a long 3 hours of drinking, dancing, partying him and his father had a long talk. a deep one, about his childhood. once again he’d taken credit for max’s achievements, once again telling max he should be grateful for the years of ‘tough parenting’. still the same stupid ass excuse he had to brag about how beating your kids made them world champions, what a way to ruin a night.

max stumbled into the kitchen, the house being left dimly lit since you’d expected him to come home late.

his head—the pounding became unbearable. ever since that talk with him the effects of the alcohol we’re hitting him harder then they should’ve for the amount he drank. he wasn’t drugged, was he? maybe his fathers words is what drugged him—but instead of sending him into a high, they sent him into a deep dysphoria.

he bent over, resting his temple on the cold marble of the island—the sensation easing his dizziness.

water, he needs water. but he couldn’t move from the position he was now.

“max..?” you called from up the stairs.

he just groaned in response

you smiled to yourself as you scurried down the stairs, knowing how he gets when he’s drunk. you were feeling much better than you were before, after throwing up and taking a nap, of course. “maxie,” the nickname rolled sweetly off your tongue, your tone much more comforting and soft. you turned the corner, spotting his tall figure hunched over the countertop his leg bouncing uncontrollably.

“hey, lets get you upstairs, hm?” you rubbed circles on his back as you picked up his arm and swung it over your shoulders. he’s heavy to say the least, so it wasn’t easy getting him up.

“y/n” max mumbled, stopping you at the base of the steps and using your shoulders to help him sit on them.

“yes max”

in your head, you celebrated being able to rest your shoulders for a couple minutes before helping him upstairs

“can you just be honest with me for one second here” his voice was hoarse and low, he could barely make eye contact with you. you can already understand this was a bad trip.

“always, love” your brows furrowed, his tone rising concern within you. there was a pause before he cleared his throat and his ocean blue orbs, that now appeared an almost dark grey in this lighting.

“do you think i’ll turn out like him” he almost whispered, just enough so you can hear him semi-clearly. the words stabbed you in the chest, where could he be getting these thoughts from. and whose ‘him’?

“him..?” you repeated, tilting your head to the side “max what are you talking about?”

“my dad” his eyes finally locked with yours “do you think im gonna turn out like him? what if the day comes where i would try to hurt you, if its by words or trying to put my hands on you? i never want to do that, i dont want that—thats not love. what we have, i feel this is love, but what if it wont be anymore, because of me?..” his eyes became sad, desperate and ashamed with himself, disappointed in himself for something he’s never done but the thought that he could possibly even try to hurt you makes him want to just curl up in a ball and cry.

“max-“ you reached a comforting hand out to him, just for him to reject it.

“no— i dont want to hurt you. you should go and find another guy who wouldn’t ever do that to you. im just like my fuckin dad, i even see his face in the mirror just to remind me of the doom im destined to” he hunches over, buring his face in his hands.

at this point you didnt even know what to say. you obviously are aware of the complex relationship max has with his father but he never never voiced these thoughts to you before, especially when hes drunk. hes all silly and quiet and sleepy usually, something must’ve happened to make him like this. everyone has their fears of inheriting their parents bad characteristics, max has told you about stuff he tries to do differently than him, but you never imagined it being this bad.

max is such a kind soul, he couldn’t even kill a spider. he has no reason to rage if he’s already taking all his frustrations out on track. outside the car he’s a calm dude, you’ve never heard him yell or be nasty to his engineers when he wasn’t on track. of course he has his occasional attitude towards the authority but never further than that. every time he acted out, hes worked hard to fix whatever caused him to do so.

the best thing you could do is just wait for him to finish talking so you could voice your thoughts, which you did so. you sat next to him, resting your head on his shoulder until he calmed town and flushed out all the words he had pent up in his brain. the two of you sat as his sobs filled the silence between you. saying something right away didnt feel like the right move anyway.

“you dont have to be him. youre not gonna be him because youre already better than him. max, youre still in your 20s and look all that you’ve accomplished—stuff he couldn’t dream to do in his entire life. you dont have a reason to end up like him because youre not a fuckin failure.” it might have been a little too much to talk so harshly about his dad, because its his dad. but whatever he did or said to him before he arrived home has caused the love of your life hysterical and paranoid for the future, so right now, he didn’t deserve the babying he receives from everyone around him and max. his sobs had calmed down at this point, the pause was enough for you to continue.

“and about me— i dont want anyone else. of course we’ll have our disagreements, we’ll piss each other off eventually. we’ll exchange words we dont mean and then we’ll immediately regret it after, thats just how things are. but id rather do that with you than another person because i’ll only ever want you. we’re in this together baby—and as long as i have you, theres always something to fight for because you’re worth fighting for. i made that decision the day i fell in love with you, and i never looked back since.” your heart, chest, and throat burned with every word that left your mouth. like confessing your love wasn’t hard enough the first time, here you are pouring it all out again. you keep your heart so sacred, all the world can fight for it and you’d still be stuck on that person you gave it all to. that person being max.

“i can only tell you how i feel, i cant convince you to think otherwise. but remember, i gave YOU my everything because thats the only thing i have to offer. i chose you because i see something in you that nobody else saw before, or sometimes dont even see now—“ not even your own father

“and now its my job to help you see those things within yourself.” your soft hands cupped his face so the two of you could fix on one another once again.

“just think about that”

his saddened eyes widened, like you had planted something in his mind. he melted into your touch, his eyes closing and his cheeks growing a deeper rose than before.

“i love you so much, i dont deserve you” he kissed your hands while mumbling his love for you.

“i love you too, but i disagree” you leaned in closer and kissed the bridge of his nose. he just sighed softly, he didnt feel like staring another debate on who loves who more. maybe in the morning.

max wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer and resting his head on your chest. you wrapped your arms around him, planting a soft kiss on the top of his head. the two of you sat in silence, enveloping in one anothers warmth. his home was right here, with you.

“im thirsty” max mumbles, breaking the silence between you two. you chuckled silently. “okay baby” you helped him stand up and up the stairs, leading him to your room. max threw himself onto the bed. you turned around to fetch some water but a tired hand tugged your wrist.

“dont go” he nuzzled into your palm, his lips brushing over your fingers. “im not going anywhere honey, im just getting water for you” max whined in protest, his face was flushed into your hand like it was his only source of warmth— tingles fluttered your heart at the sight.

“you need water, do you want to be hungover tomorrow?” you leaned on your hip and narrowed your eyes curiously.

“no i need you, now come here im cold” he pouts, tugging your hand harder causing you to fall onto the bed with a cushioned thud. before you could even react, a needy, pouty max had already latched his body onto yours tightly, nuzzling into your shoulder and allowing the scent of his lover consume his senses.

you sighed softly, the messiness of his hair and the way his arms hug your body made you not want to move. your body relaxed in his arms as max’s soft snores muffled into the cloth of your (his) sweater. you raked your fingers through his soft blonde locks until you too eventually fell into your own sleep. the two of you tangled in each other, sleeping peacefully knowing that you both will always have a shoulder to lean on.