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[tierneysodegaard]

Possession - Max Verstappen x Reader

Max Verstappen x female!reader 

Requested? Yes/No

Anon: I’m absolutely in love with your Max Verstappen story 🥹🥹🥹🫶🏻🫶🏻 This is too goood srlsy 💖💖 I want to request one with him. ❤️ *smut 😏* He just got super jealous and angry because he found out that the girl (the reader) is hanging out with Lewis and they almost kissed. So he decided to “mark” his territory. 😏 Thank you so much!! 

Word Count: 2.7K

Warnings: Smut 18+++, praise kink, degradation, unprotected sex (please wrap it before you tap it kids) oral sex, both male and female receiving, swearing.

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Max Verstappen had decided not to go out and get drunk after the day of racing he’d just had. It was unlike him sure, but he was just too tired. He just wanted to spend the night with you, watching an old film and talking about life but you’d decided against that and had gone out with the other drivers. It didn’t bother Max, so he said, but everyone knew about his little thing for you. Always glancing at you just a little too long, always making sure you were safe and not to mention how he’d have to sort himself out to thoughts of you when he was alone. 

You’d been friends for a while now, the pair of you meeting as teenagers and had been joined at the hips ever since then. Max had just developed more feelings than he probably should have and that was dangerous when it came to nights like this. 

Max was laying in bed, slouched on his phone as he tapped through countless Instagram stories when he came across Pierre’s. He always knew if he wasn’t with you that he could trust Pierre or Charles, more so Charles as he didn’t want to fuck anything that moved but the pair of them had evidently failed him this time. 

Re-watching the story for what felt like the one-hundredth time he watched as Lewis Hamilton had his arm draped around your waist in an attempt to pull you closer. He skipped to the next part where he watched Lewis duck his head down in an attempt to kiss you but you turned your head to the side, letting him press a kiss into your cheek as he moved back and laughed.  

Max clenched his jaw, throwing his head back on the headboard, inhaling sharply as he tried to calm himself. His eyes were glued to the hotel door, the pair of you always shared a room… and a bed… and Max wanted you back in bed as soon as possible. 

You stumbled through the door only a few minutes later, a smile on your face as you saw that Max was still awake. “Didn’t think you’d be up, thought you were tired?”

“I couldn’t sleep.” He sat up, eyeing your body as you kicked your heels off. “Surprised you didn’t bring Lewis back with you -”

“So you saw Pierre’s story.” Your gaze bore into his. 

“I did…” He let silence fill the room before he spoke again. “Did you kiss him?”

“If you paid attention to Pierre’s Instagram story you would have seen we didn’t kiss.” You huffed at his stubborn tone. “I pulled away.”

“I did see.” 

“So why is Max Verstappen jealous.” You smirked, turning around. “Can you undo the zip please?” You knew what you were doing when you asked him to help take your dress off when you’d wound him up.

Max got up and trudged his way to where you were standing. His hands trailed across the bare skin that could be seen from your dress. His touch set your skin on fire as he slowly traced up to the top of the dress. 

“Why would I be jealous?” His lips traced the back of your skin that was slowly being exposed as he dragged the zip down. “When I can get you this wet without even touching you.” He let the dress fall to your ankles before spinning you around and pressing you against the wall. His left hand was glued to your hip, holding you down as he right found its way into your underwear, slowly gliding through your folds. 

“Max -” You gasped as he teased you, circling your clit as he pressed himself closer to you. 

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” His forehead touched yours as he spoke. “You were so confident…” He slid a finger inside of you. You grabbed his biceps, steadying yourself as you moaned. 

“Max…”

“See… why would I be jealous when you’re moaning my name over his…”

A sudden shot of confidence sparked inside of you. Moving your head back to look at him as best you could a small smirk appeared of your lips. “It’s easy to moan your name, not so easy to make a girl cum and I knew Lewis can do that really well…”

“You’re going to wish you never said that.” He removed his fingers from you, grabbing your hair as he threw you onto the bed. You landed on your back, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch as he took his shirt off. He threw his shirt aside before grabbing your legs, pulling you down to the end of the bed. 

He grabbed your underwear and pulled it off but didn’t discard it. “Turn around.” His eyes were dark which made you smirk with excitement, following his orders you turned your back on him. “Hands.” 

You held your hands behind your back allowing Max to grab them with one hand, letting the other use your underwear to tie them back into place before turning you over to face him. His hands now went to your hair, pulling on it so you would be sat upright, your face inches away from his throbbing cock that was aching to be released from his tracksuits. 

“Now lets put that smart mouth of yours to good use, maybe you’ll learn a few things.” His hand was still on your hair as the other pulled his tracksuits and boxers down, allowing his cock to hit his stomach. The hand which was tangled in your hair trailed down to your chin, tilting your head up to you were now looking at him. “You know I don’t like to wait y/n…” His thumb darted across your bottom lip as your head dropped down onto his cock, earning a hiss from Max. 

You started slow, licking the tip as you looked up at his face. The smirk returned to your lips as you watched his face turn from pissed off to pure bliss, only encouraging you to sink further down until he hit the back of your throat. You kept up the pace as his hand returned to your hair, helping you keep the pace as you had no hands to steady yourself. 

“So good for me… such a good girl…” He praised you as you gagged around his cock which only encouraged you more. You could feel that Max was close but there was no way he was going to give you that satisfaction. His hands pulled you off his cock, smirking down at the pout that was on your lips. “You didn’t think I was going to give it to you that easily, did you?” He tutted. “So naïve…” 

Max pushed you back onto the bed, flipping you so you were on your stomach. His hands came down onto your ass, spanking you a few times, making you cry out and whimper. Max didn’t stop until he could see his handprint on your skin.  

“Max…” You whined as his hands smoothed over his new artwork. 

“Don’t whine like you can’t take it.” His cockiness annoyed you. 

“Just fuck me already!” 

“So inpatient…” 

“Only because you’re a tease.”

“You are learning…” He shifted so he was now behind you, his cock teasing you as he continued to speak. “Who knew the brat could actually learn something?”

“Shut up Max -” As you hissed those words he grabbed your tied hands and pushed himself inside of you. “Fuck…” 

He only laughed at your reaction. “That feel good?”

“Yes…” You trailed off. “But I am not a brat -”

“Oh yeah?” He pulled you up so your back was against his chest. “The way you tease me all the time… the way you always wear those tight dresses that only just cover your ass and you always bend over in front of me in them. Those tops that always display your cleavage…” He slowly started to thrust inside of you. “Always grabbing my attention…”

“Glad you finally noticed.” You head fell back onto his shoulder as he picked up the pace. “Fuck Max…”

His hand snaked down to your clit. “Give me a number.”

“What?” You scrunched your face up, turning slightly to look at him. 

“I asked you to pick a number.”

“Three… why?” 

“Three orgasms for you…” He pushed you back down onto the bed as he started to thrust harder, his hand teasing your clit. 

“Max I can’t -”

“Yes you can.” He kept his pace up, adding more pressure to your clit. “I know my good girl can take it.”

You could feel the knot in your stomach start to tighten. That feeling added with Max’s constant thrusts were going to send you over the edge. Max knew exactly what he was doing, he knew how to make your body comply. 

“You’re close.” He whispered out. 

“Max please let me cum.” “You know I should deny you every single orgasm that comes your way, that’s what you deserve for your behaviour.” 

“Please…” You cried into the sheets as you were about to cum. “I’m gonna cum… please… I’ll be good.”

“Cum for me then.” He quickened his pace, a smile forming on his lips as you screamed into the sheets. Max kept fucking you through your high, his hand still on your clit as you tried to move away. 

“It’s too much… Max…”

“Maybe you should have thought about that before you tried to get off with Lewis Hamilton.”

“That’s Sir Lewis Hamilton to you.” 

Your words only annoyed him even more. Max flipped you onto your back, pulling your legs apart before hooking his hands on your thighs and pulling you towards him as he ducked his head down, hovering above you. 

“Yeah?” He placed a kiss on your inner thigh as he pulled you closer. “Well he might be a ‘Sir’ but you’ll be screaming my name like a prayer and I know I’d rather hear you beg then be known as a Sir.”

He ducked his head down, using his tongue he licked a stripe up you before he attached his lips to your clit, sucking and applying pressure as you squirmed in the sheets. Max dragged his hand up as he continued to suck your clit. Without warning he thrusted a finger inside of you. 

“Max!”

“My name seems to be the only thing you know how to say.” He looked up and smirked before continuing his advances. 

“I wonder why…” You moaned as he added another finger. “Fuck Max…”

He quickened his pace as he felt you trying to squirm away, a sign that you were close.. “Who makes you feel this good?”

“You do -”

“Say it.” He kept up his movements as he watched your head fall back in pure bliss. “I’m not letting you cum until you say it -”

“You do Max fuck!” You closed your eyes shut as you felt your high wash over you. Max withdrew his fingers, smirking up at your reaction. Max didn’t stop using his mouth on you, the sensation was  overwhelming, tears pricked your eyes at the overstimulation. “Max I can’t go again -”

He took his mouth off of you as he sat against the headboard. He grabbed your hips and moved you to straddle him. “Good girl.” His thumb came to your eyes, wiping a few stray tears from your cheeks. “You’re doing so well for me… one more…” His eyes fell onto your neck, an idea sparked in his head. “Maybe I should show Lewis who you really belong to.” 

“And how are you going to do that?” You breathed out as you lowered yourself down onto him with Max’s help. 

“You’ll see.” He thrusted up, holding you in place so you didn’t fall. 

Max sat up closer to you as his arms wrapped around your waist, helping you bounce on him without the support of your hands. He watched as your face scrunched up in pleasure, your head falling back slightly as you moaned. He watched as your neck was exposed to him, a perfect opportunity to instigate his plan. With one hand still on your wait he let the other snake around to the back of your neck, pulling you down so he could attach his lips to your neck. 

He bit down and started to suck on your skin. His rough hands pulling you closer to him as he continued to work on your skin. The sudden sharp pain made you cry out so loud you were sure everyone in the hotel could hear you. Once he was done with one he sharply moved your face to the other side so he could leave a matching mark on the opposite side. Max was determined to leave as many marks as he could possibly fit on your neck. The sight of them on your skin made his mind run, he didn’t know how he was going to keep his hands to himself until they cleared. 

“So beautiful…” This thumb traced the marks as you continued to moan. 

“Max please…”

“What do you want? Hmm? Use your words…” 

You moved your head to look at him, a pout on your face only made his cocky grin widen as he saw the desperation on your face. “I wanna touch you.” 

“Yeah?” He moved his hands behind you, tracing your tied ones. “You have been good…”

“Please Max please!” You cried out. “I’ll do anything, please Max.” He quickly ripped your underwear from your wrists. He grabbed your neck before adding small amounts of pressure to grab your attention. Your y/e/c eyes met his crystal ones which had now turned dark with lust at the sight of you. 

“I’ll hold you to that.” He suddenly thrusted, taking you off guard. You fell into his shoulder, finally using your hands to steady yourself you grabbed onto his arms, pushing yourself back up as Max pulled your hips down to meet his as he continued to thrust inside of you. 

“You feel so good….” Max groaned into your ear as you started to find your own rhythm, allowing Max to sit back slightly as he watched you take control. You continued to ride him as best as you could despite how tired you were from your two orgasms he’d given you prior. You could tell by the way his head kept falling back that he was close, not to mention how he’d now returned to playing with your clit, making your movements falter. 

“Max I’m so close I-”

“I want you to cum with me.” He picked up his pace. “I know you can hold it, can’t you?” 

You nodded at him as you began to fall into his body more, biting down on his shoulder you whined as his thrusts got sloppy. “Yes…”

“Good girl…” He hissed at the sudden pain in his shoulder but that only made him quicken the pace on your clit. 

“Max -”

“Wait.” His tone was full of lust as you felt his cock twitch inside of you. “Now you let go love.” 

You did as you were told, not holding back as your third orgasm washed over you. You fell into Max’s chest as he came inside of you, his arms pulling you down and close to him as he rode out his high. “Fuck…” He whispered into your shoulder as the pair of you caught your breaths. “ wasn’t too rough was I?” He pulled back, taking your wrists into his hands, checking over to make sure he hadn’t tied you too tight. 

“No…” 

“Good.” He sat back, looking at the artwork he’d made on your neck. “Good luck trying to cover that up.”

“I think we both know you don’t want me to cover them up.”

“You did learn something from tonight.” His hands snaked around your neck, pulling your lips down against his. “Good girl.” He pressed tender yet loving kissed to your lips, the first kiss of the night wasn’t filled with lust but more love and affection. 

He was right, you were his. 

[baby-dr1ver]

A/N: hello everyone! yes, I am 7 days late to kinktober, yes I'm gonna write 7 fics today lol. anyway here's the list I made!

2023 Kinktober List:

Begging, daniel x reader

Temprature Play, charles x reader

 Mirror Sex, carlos x reader 

Angry Sex, lando x reader (lap time got deleted at quali)

Size kink, max x reader

Hair Pulling, george russell x reader

Biting, oscar x reader

Mutual Masturbation, daniel x reader

Lingerie, pierre x reader

Strip tease, charles x reader

Dirty Talk, carlos x reader

Food Play, charles x reader

Titles, i cant choose x reader

Shower Sex, lando x reader

Against a Wall, oscar or daniel x reader

Vanilla, george russell x reader

Phone Sex, oscar x reader

Sleepy/Morning Sex, (open)

Fem!Dom, lando x reader

Lactation, daniel x reader

Blindfold, max x reader

Handcuffs, oscar x reader

Ropes, carlos x reader

Voyerism, (open)

Overstimulation, max x reader 

Denial, pierre x reader

Oral (male and female receiving) lando x reader

Poly, oscar x readerx lando or max x reader x lando

Toys, charles x reader

Wearing the others clothes, oscar x reader

After Care, headcon for each

[formulaa-1]

instagram au 🪭 M.V

influencer!reader x max verstappen

in which max and y/n soft launch their relationship <3

authors note- btw reader is spanish in this :) hope your all okay sorry for posting late haha merry Christmas 💗

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maxverstappen1

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y/nusername’s story

caption: st tropez you have my ❤️

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maxverstappen1’s story

caption: 📍st tropez

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formulagossip

formulagossip: max and y/n are both in st tropez…after a tweet went viral of max kissing a girl in a club…fans have speculated its influencer y/n y/l/n as they posted these stories at the same time in what appears to be the same place…

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f1girlzz: YESSSS I KNEW IT !!!! who knew max had rizz tho ??

hammertimee: fr tho💀💀

gridgirl101: WHAT!!!!!!!!??????

user28: rue….when was this???

y/nstann: our 👸🏻 y/n finally getting a guy who will treat her right 😌

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y/nusername

y/nusername: little getaway before Christmas 🫶🏼

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user29: max’s mum liking😏😏

yourbff: pretty pretty pretty girl😍😍

y/nusername: all you beautiful💗💗

fan1: damnnn max is punching 😻

user1: Stargirl fr😍😍

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maxverstappen1

maxverstappen1: family❤️

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redbullracing: 💙💙💙

fan28: THEY ARE SOFT LAUNCHING I REPEAT THEY ARE SOFT LAUNCHING

user3: the girl in the last slide….🫣

y/ngirl_: our 👸🏻 in the last slide 🤭🤭

lestappengirl: Charles is crying rn

f_oneboyz: HAHAHA HE DEFFO IS

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y/nusername and maxverstappen1

y/nusername and maxverstappen1: kind of gave up on the soft launch haha

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sophiekumpen: my angels 💗💙

y/nusername: love you soph!💗

user102: SHUT THE FUCK UP RN NO WAY.

yourbff: hurt her and istg 🤬

y/nusername: HAHA CHILL

user10: help😭😭😭

landonorris: he has rizz 😱😱

y/nusername: surprisingly 🫣

mvsuperfann: she’s already flirting with the other drivers 🤣🤣

supermaxmax: someone’s jealous xo

fan02: she’s so pretty😍🫶🏼

y/nusername: thankyou sm lovely ❤️

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a/n: hope you liked it I honestly didn’t know what to do I didn’t have much motivation so it’s kinda random and sloppy also the dates not the tweets don’t match up haha but ignore that🫣 happy Christmas everyone I hope you all have the best time ever ,as always stay healthy <3 I’m only a dm away if your ever struggling and need someone to talk to ❤️❤️

[xhopelesslyromanticx]

Selfish - Lando Norris x Reader (ft.Oscar Piastri)

Masterlist

part 2

warnings: mentions of alcohol, s*xual references, contains cheating

summary: Lando can’t be with you. He had told you so countless times. But somehow seeing you with his very own teammate makes him regret his decisions. A twisted game starts, the only question is; who’s gonna end up winning?

„Who?“ Lando chocked on his food, almost spilling the drink in his hand as he sat at dinner table with his friends, letting the evening slowly ring out at his absolute favorite restaurant in Monte Carlo. It had been a long although fun day of all sorts of activities as you had all gone out on his yacht. Coming back you were all a bit sunburnt and tired, not wanting to cook you went out for dinner. Figuring you may head to a couple of bars later as you all enjoyed your time together as well as the first really warm days in Monaco.

„Mister Piastri.“ Max chuckled, wiggling his eyebrows in such a goofy way you swore you could feel the ick forming in your bones. So he quickly earned a punch from you straight into his upper arm as you chewed on your food silently. Your hair still slightly wet from having gotten ready in the matter of minutes at Landos place. Wearing almost no makeup as your freckles had started to come through.

„You‘re dating Oscar?“ Lando basically yelled as he put his drink down, causing a loud thud catching the attention of the tables next to you. You akwardly smiled at the elderly people who sent your friends a disapproving glare. It was always loud when the four of you were together. Max was your brother and that would basically end in bickering ninety percent of dinners. Ria wasn’t that quiet either. And Lando, well, he was Lando. The life of the party. His smile would be contagious and his laughter could lighten every situation. There wasn’t ever a dull moment around him.

„Shh!“ you shushed Lando as you kicked Maxs leg under the table. Ria next to you chuckled, scrolling through her phone. Max squealed in pain, allthough you knew he was being overly dramatic once again „Shut it Max!“

„What? It’s true?“ Lando now continued looking clearly disturbed. Unbelievable. You stared at the Brit before rolling your eyes in an unfaced manner. Lando shouldn’t care right? He had made it pretty clear he didn‘t. So you hoped he‘d not cause a scene now. Allthough you were pretty sure he wouldn’t in front of Max. That had been his ground rule right? Max couldn’t know.

„We‘re not dating.“ you responded never the less, staring at the young Mclaren driver who’s curly hair was sitting ever so perfectly today. Max couldn‘t help but let out a chuckle as you side eyed him. He could really be so goddamn annoying, he made your blood boil. But that‘s a normal thing for siblings to do.

„Oh, sorry. You guys are just hooking-“ Max continued, nibbling on his chicken wing.

„That’s even worse!“ Landos interrupted his friend, wiping his hands on a napkin. His appetite had just left him. His plate still half full. Hi voice was as high pitched as you ever thought it could get. Now your brother sent his friend a questioning look as Ria next to you crossed her arms, very aware of Landos never ending bullsh*t when it came to you.

„How’s that worse?“Max now asked, awkwardly chuckling. He knew Lando was your best friend as well. But of course he didnt get why he‘d be so upset about this. He thought he was just being protective. Ria now raised her brows looking at you, you looked defeated as Lando almost seemed disgusted. His face scrunched up as he stared you down.

„Yeah, why do you care?“ Ria now added fuel to the fire. It was sassy and Lando knew why. He knew Ria knew about everything. She was your best friend. She had already confronted him before but he mostly told her to mind her own business. This was between the two of you. It always would stay this way. Plus it ended months ago.

„I-I…“ Lando stuttered holding up his hands as if to prove he was innocent. He looked at you and then at Max „Look I dont care I just didn’t think Oscar was her type.“

You bit your tounge. Weak shot Norris. You knew Lando still thought you were not over him. Which you‘d never admit to, had some truth to it. But Oscar was nice. He was a decent guy, he treated you with respect and you two had fun. It was the perfect distraction, only Max had to ruin it again. Ruin it by making Lando aware of it. You knew how Lando could be when it camr to you dating other guys. You hadn‘t purposely gone for the teammate. I just happened. A glance at the paddock. A social media follow and just like that the Aussie slid into your dm‘s

„Why not?“ Ria now scrunched her nose, sounding honestly confused at Landos absolute nonsense. Who was he to say, who your type was?

„Well, he-„ Lando now started as he stared straight at Ria. He had no real answer on how he knew. He couldn’t say because he himself was your type. Not in front of Max. „He‘s younger than her. Which I didn’t know she was into-“

„Oh trust me.“ Ria now smirked as you buried your face in your hands not wanting to know what was coming next „Judging from the sounds coming from her room at night she is totally in-“

„Eww!“ Lando and Max now yelled out at the same time. You were bright red now but couldn’t help but giggle, your hand covering your mouth as you looked at Ria. She winked at you. God, you loved her sometimes. She could make anyone uncomfortable. Especially someone who was messing with you. Ria loved Lando as a friend, yet she hated how he had treated you. It wad equally possible. Luckily Max chenged the subject rather quickly after that. Not interested in hearing about his sisters s*x life.

You ignored Landos stares on you for the rest of the dinner and thanked god when it finally ended. The minutes seemingly not passing at all. Lando payed, inviting you all before the group left the restaurant. Stepping out onto the streets of Monaco at night. It was Friday, the weekend just starting so the place had been packed. You guys had to wait for Landos car to arrive, so Ria and Max used the chance to go to the restroom leaving just Lando and you to wait outside.

The Brit played with his yellow team quadrant cap as he watched you type on your phone. The sound of your nails tapping against the screen triggering him beyond measures. He normally wasn’t this petty. He knew he had no right to say anything. But he was annoyed you had to go for his teammate out of all guys. It seemed like you were doing it to get back at

„Who are you texting?“ he blurted out, immediately hearing how weird it sounded. So much on letting your impulsiveness win. But that smile on your face, he couldn’t help it. He had to know if it was him. He wanted to know everything. Had you kissed Oscar? Had you slept with him? It made Lando sick to think about it.

„You talking to me?“

„Who else?“ Lando sassed back. God he hated your attitude. He loved and hated it at the same time.

„None of your business.“ you stated, sending him a fake smile before continuing to text whoever was on your phone. Lando rolled his eyes pacing back and forth. It had to be Oscar. He awkwardly stood there for a while, figuring he better should not say anything else. But adding fuel to the fire was his thing.

„You know it’s not my business if you‘re hoeing around. But it is when you choose to f*ck my teammate.“

„Excuse me-“ you looked up. You couldn’t believe Lando’s choice of words. Once again. You open your mouth wanting to say something but to Lando‘s luck Max came out running before hejumped onto his back the next second. Holding onto Lando like a monkey.

Your mouth still hubg open as you watched Lando put on a fake smile. He spent the next minutes fooling around with Max before his car arrived. Ria came back as the guys stepped into the car, tipping the guy who had brought it. She put her hand on your shoulder, immediately sensing something was up „You okay?“

„He‘s such a d*ck!“

You remember how Lando would always pick on you when you were kids. It lasted till you were teens. He had made it his duty to make fun of you with Max at any chance. But he also was always first in line to protect you. Even more then Max. Every boy Max hated, Lando hated more. Every night you went out he made sure to drop you off and pick you up. He was always there. That all changed. Changed over something so stupid. He had to go and do it. Make you feel special for a second. Making you wait all these years, hoping he‘d finally come around. Finally stand up and tell Max he was with you.

Lando had been your first everything. Your first kiss. Your first time. Your first heartbreak. Max didn’t know. He‘d never forgive him. Or so Lando always thought. Not after lying for so many years. Always telling Max he didn’t know.

He didn’t know where you spent the night; you were laying in his arms hours prior.

He didn’t know where that hickey came from; it had been him the night before.

He didn’t know why you were crying and locking yourself in your bedroom; he had told you he was dating someone else.

You almost couldnt believe the thing went on for so long. It was stupid of you to wait for Lando. You always waited. Lando didn’t know this; you hadn’t gotten with any other guy ever. You had pretended so. To make him jealous as he’d get with all these girls when he was traveling. Or so you assumed. It was a year ago you and Lando officaly ended it. Or he did.

He had always told you; it couldn’t be more than sex. His long hugs and midnight chats were what fooled you. The way he’d caress your hair, whisper into you ear when he thought you were sleeping. But you should have just believed him; It didnt mean anything to him. It never had.

„Ahhh! Your breaking my heart!“ you yelled over the loud music. Earning nothing but a chuckle from Ria as you threw your arm around Oscars neck. The Aussie ,who was holding your waist to ensure you wouldn’t fall or trip over, smirked as he shook his head at your clumsiness. He thought it was endearing though. You were a cute kind of drunk. Much more affectionate than when you weren’t though.

„C‘mon Y/n? I told you I dont dance!“ he defended himself. He had told you as you had called him two hours ago basically begging him to come to this night club. He had just gotten his first own place in Monte Carlo and didn’t really go out much yet. Especially not to dance. But after you had done the most to convince him on the phone the Aussie somehow agreed to come.

Only when he did, he found you hanging over the bar already totally wasted with Ria just laughing her ass off. But Oscar didn’t judge. He loved to see you have fun, so he refused the drinks himself so he‘d be able to get you home safely.

„You’re so-“you grabbed the young guys face, pinching his cheeks and pecking his lips as he just chuckled „You‘re cute.“

„Am I?“ you asked, eyes wide open.

„Piastri.“ Oscar looked away from you seeing his very own teammate and your brother approach him. His heart stopped for a second. He hadn’t told Lando he was seeing you. He had avoided it, knowing the Brit could get weirdly protective over you. So Oscar didn’t know how to react as he just looked at you before muttering through gritted teeth „You didn’t tell me they were here-“

„Who?“ you slurred, placing your head against his shoulder. Your hand going into his hair, his oddly soft hair. Oscar knew the position you two were in already looked bad enough. He didn’t tell Lando he was seeing one of his best friends and he had avoided Max at all costs. So this wasn‘t exactly the ideal way to come clean about it.

„What are you doing here?“ Lando asked, not even greeting the Aussie. But he couldn’t, you were all over Oscar. Lando hated the sight of it. He had thought about it all week since finding out. Now seeing it. The image was gonna be forever engraved in his mind.

„She called me.“ Oscar stated, his mouth dry as Ria punched Maxs shoulder. Because Max was giving Oscar an unnapproving look, which caused the young guy to look terrified.

„She‘s drunk.“ Lando stated pointing at you, as Oscar still was doing the most to help you stand straight. He hated the way he held you. Wanting to rip his dirty fingers off you. He felt like he had been robbed. Robbed even though he knew you werent his. You hadn’t been for so long. The younger Mclaren driver scrunched his eyebrows together, he had no idea why Lando was being so rude to him. He had thought Max had been harsh when they first met. But Lando. Lando was on another level.

„I know. I was just gonna get her home.“ the australian guy stated but was interrupted by Lando walking up to him, grabbing your arm as he forcefully pulled you towards him. Oscar looked dumbfolded as Lando raised his eyebrows, you just laying your head on whatever shoulder it now was. Feeling your head spin. Maybe you had drunk a little too much.

„You always pick up drunk girls at the club?“ Lando spat out. It was a low blow. Even Max found it a little over the top, he tried to stop Lando but was held back by Ria telling him to stay back. Not wanting your brother to make things worse for you.

„What the hell mate?“ Oscar chuckled, trying to overplay the uncomfortableness as people around them were catching on the dispute. Probably thinking Oscar was some d*ck, trying to pick up drunk women. The young guy looked at Lando and then back at Max as if to try to tell him that was bullshit. Oscar didn’t realy care for Lanfos approval. You weren’t his sister. So he didn’t understand why Lando was being such a douche.

„Let it go. She’s not going home with you.“

Lando woke up to loud banging on his bedroom door. He tossed and turned before letting out a frustrated groan. Looking at his phone next to him, god it was early. With a sigh he got up and stumbled to the door, opening it to whoever was causing the unpleasant disturbance so early in the morning.

„What?“ Lando yelled before even seeing who it is. A finger is immediately placed on his naked chest as he looks down at your small frame. He has to prevent himself from laughing, your hair was sticking out into every direction as your smudged makeup made you resemble what he only could describe as a racoon. Or maybe a panda?

„You!“ your voice was deep, signaling Lando that you were mad. He raised his brows as his lips twitched nervously „Me?“

„This is not funny!“ you now yelled, pushing Lando into the room and closing the door behind you. You didn’t want Max and the whole house to hear what you were about to say. A part of living with all your friends you hated.

Lando stood there with only his underwear on as he awaited for you to go off on him with crossed arms.

„You are such a piece of sh*t!“

„I am?“ he chuckled, shaking his head as he placed his hand over his heart. Faking being offended. It was quite obvious to you, that Lando did not take this serious at all and it made you even more mad. It was like it was all a game to him.

„So tell me.“ he licked his lips looking at you with a disgustingly sly grin „Why am I a piece of shit?“

„I woke up to Oscars texts telling me exactly how you literally bullied him out of the club last night!“ you yelled, hearing how childish it sounded. But Lando was immature, it was no secret. He could act like a literal teenager if he wanted to and it made you hair stand up.

„No, No.“ Lando now stated, shaking his head hearing what he was accused of. He knew it was true, but he‘d never admit to „I only didn’t let him take you home. You were absoluetly sh*tfaced!“

„Why do you care if I go home with him?“ you yelled, wanting to rip his head off. Lando clenched his jaw, shaking his head. He knew you both knew why he cared. He hated the thought of you with someone else. He had no right to. So he could never admit it but it was the truth.

„I-I…“ he tried to come up with some logical explanation. But all Lando ever knew was excuses when it came to you. „I don’t want him or any guy to take advantage of drunk girls.“

„Oh, how mighty big of you.“ you hissed shaking your head. You knew it was bullshit. Lando wasn’t like some feminist king going around to protect girls. You turned around, done with his lies as you walked towards the door but before leaving the room you made sure to look back „Just so you know, if anyone’s allowed to take me home while drunk. It isn’t you! Its my boyfriend.“

Boyfriend. That word rang through Landos ears all day long. He couldn’t wrap his head around it. Surely Oscar wasn’t your boyfriend yet. He had not told him so last night. He would have surely used it against him? Lando thought about it. It even kept him awake at night. Tossing and turning at the thought of you laying in Oscars arms. You weren’t home. He knew you were probably with him. Within seconds he pulled out his phone. He cursed himself for having to get up early for work the next day before he picked your contact name as he started typing.

Is Oscar really your boyfriend?

No too blunt.

Are you actually serious about Oscar?

No too passive aggressive.

Can we talk please?

Delivered 00:12 AM

„Be careful!“ you yelled out at Oscar as you looked back at the young guy hopelessly struggling on his bike. Riding bikes along the promenade was new to him. Luckily you were an expert, and the guy dressed in his orange Mclaren shirt just had to follow and hope not to embarass himself too badly. Allthough he knew you‘d never let him feel that way.

„Watch out!“ Oscar screamed at some pedestrians, who were busy taking pictures as they all cursed at him. A guy even holding up a middle finger towards him. You never laughed so hard as you could hear Oscar tell him off in a typical Oscar way, very politely and respectful he had told the guy it was rude. There were so many people here for the Gran Prix this weekend. Some even snapping pictures as they recognized the young rookie.

„That was fun.“ you jumped off your bike as soon as you arrived in front of the already busy paddock. It was only free practice day but the place was still packed with lots of visitors and press. Oscar tried to lock up his newly purchased bike, clearly struggling as he panted for air „Yeah was fun.“

You giggle looking at the young guy who you were convinced wouldnt get the lock on that bike on his own „C‘mon Piastri.“

He stood up as he looked at your smile, clearly defeated. He held the key towards you and just as you were about to take it Oscar grabbed your chin going in for a kiss. You smiled at the gesture as you wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss not caring if anyone saw. Just as Oscars hand made it’s way down your back and stopped right above your hips a loud noise went off.

You and Oscar jumped apart, at the loud sound of the car horn. Looking to where it was coming from. Your eyes locked with the guy sitting behind the tinted windows. Lando was sitting in his Mclaren holding his hands up as if to claim innocence and pretend he hadn‘t just done that on purpose. He mouthed a short „Sorry“ before getting out his car putting on his sunglasses.

„Morning Oscar.“ Lando strolled past you chewing on his gum, not even acknowledging your presence. You looked after the guy in the white shirt as you rolled your eyes. He could be so goddamn cocky. Oscar only seemed confused. He even laughed it off, figuring Lando had really not intended to do that. You grabbed the Aussies hand as you stomped towards the entrance of the paddock. Oscar just following you, confused on why you were so tense all of the sudden.

„Y/n.“ he stated, stopping in his tracks as you tried to pull him further. You sighed looking back defeated, shrugging your shoulders. Oscar mustered you. That frown. Something clearly was bothering you and it had to do with Lando. He couldn’t pinpoint what it was though. He was scared that by asking, he‘d overstep boundaries. You weren’t offical yet. Despite all the rumors.

„What just happened?“ he knew it. He sensed it. It had been like your world had just turned around. You had looked at Lando so briefly yet it said so much. So much Oscar didn’t understand. Maybe hedidn’t even phantom it as it happened so quick. Cause if he had. If he had looked really hard, he‘d see a girl who was clearly still hung up on someone else.

„Nothing.“ you brushed it off, your lips pressed together.

Oscar knew you were lying. Only he didn‘t have the guts to tell you.

„Alright.“ he nodded, was he mad? You knew you were acting like a bitch. Oscar didn’t derserve this. He deserved someone less complicated. Someone who didn’t lie and hurt people. To your suprise Oscar reached out his hand to you. You hesitated before you took it. You both continuing to make your way inside the paddock. Oscar placed a kiss on your temple just before cameras spotted you „You know you can tell me anything right?“

Anything. You were watching the practice from inside the garage as you felt his presence next to you. He just stood there with crossed arms, his mouth moving. Luckily you couldn‘t understand at least not before taking off your headset that one of the staff members had given you.

„What?“ you sighed looking at Lando who had just gotten out his car early, due to a mechanical issue completely unsatisfied with his performance and the performance of the car. Things could literally only get better. On and off track.

„I said: what are you doing here?“ the Mclaren driver repeated, looking rather unwell with his hair sticking to the sweat dripping down his forehead. The bags under his eyes telling you exactly what you knew already.

„Watching?“ you sassed back, eyes on the screen as you kept your voice low to not catch the attention of anyone. Oscar was still out there to your luck, so there stood no chance of him witnessing what was about to go down.

„Since when do you come to watch free practice?“ he hissed, shaking his head as you completely ignored eye contact. It drove Lando mad. Especially since you wore that. His favorite white dress. He had gotten it for you; you were now wearing it for another guy.

„Since I was invited.“ you now look at him, hoping the harsh tone in your voice would just shut him up once and for all. But Lando just rolled his eyes, getting closer to you before grabbing your arm and pulling you all the way back to his drivers room. You didn‘t do anything, knowing it was time you settled this. Also your legs became pudding just before. You might act all tough but Lando made you incredibly nervous. He looked different this weekend. Grown up.

„You have one hell of an audacity to show up here for a guy who you are clearly not into, in a dress that I payed for.“

You swallowed. 1:0. You couldn’t let that sit.

„Oh, yeah Oscar picked it out this morning.“ you put on a fake smile, basically feeling Landos pulse as you two stood so close. You couldn‘t help it. A glance down at his lips. Was he trying to grow a beard? F*ck. „He also told me how he‘s looking foward to taking it off me tonight.“

Lando clenched his jaw. He wasn’t stupid. He saw those wandering eyes. So he did the one thing that his impulsive mind wanted him to.

„Shut up.“ he muttered before smashing his lips onto yours. You were taken aback. But god. That feeling. Those butterflies. It had only ever been like that with him. You kissed back. You missed him. It had been a whole year. You hadn’t forgotten though. Your hands wrapping around Landos neck pulling him closer as his hands gripped your bare thighs, wandering under your dress. It was a short lived pleasure because as soon as his hand had reached your hips the door was ripped open.

„Lan- What?“

[vivwritesfics]

I feel like Max is the type of guy you could call at 3am crying and regardless he’d drop everything and run to be with you.

no bc he definitely would (I tried using you instead of she in this one and, lowkey, i hate it lol)

like, imagine it, you go out with your friends, have drinks (get maybe a bit too wasted. It's a fine night, you're all dancing together and, suddenly, they've disappeared.

Call Max and he'd literally be there in a minute. Like, the panic he'd hear in your voice? He'd be running, keeping you on the phone as he tries to get to you.

Max didn't know where he would rather you be. In the club, surrounded by strangers, or outside, surrounded by strangers.

He finds you outside of the doors of the club, standing with a bouncer. Before even getting you in the car he'd be wrapping his arms around you and asking you if you want to get mcdonalds

damn now i want a mcdonalds lol

[neymarsangel]

Rivals with Benefits - Mick Schumacher x reader - Part 3

Read Part Two here

Mick Schumacher x female!reader

Summary: Mick and you were both set to drive for Ferarri. You were two best friends climbing through the ranks together (and through the sheets) but things turn sour. You join Red Bull and Mick is never the same. 

Warnings: Angst, smut-ish? Swearing

Word Count: 4.2K

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The following day you expected Mick to be gone and the only thing left of the night before would be memories but to your surprise, Mick was right beside you. His arms were wrapped around your torso as he held you against his chest. As much as you hated him, the sight of the blonde wrapped up in your sheets made your heart warm. Seeing him like this made you think back to what you had with him but that was the past and you couldn’t go back to what you were. 

“You know staring is rude,” Schumacher whispered out, groaning as he stretched slightly. 

“So is pushing me off the track and ruining my race, serval times in fact.” 

“Always latching onto the past y/n.” He leaned down and planted a kiss on your forehead, his thumb swiping across your cheek as he looked at you with pure love in his eyes. Your eyes searched his, wanting to know the truth between you both. How could he end everything with you but look at you like the pair of you were sharing your first night as a married couple together? 

“The past can be just as relevant as the present.” You hit back at his words, a smile on your lips at the encounter. 

“You always have a response, don’t you love?” 

“You should know me by now Schumacher.” You propped yourself up, getting a better look at his sleepy state. “How come you’re still here?”

“Did you want me to leave?”

“No, I’m just curious as to why you wouldn’t leave.”

“This isn’t a one night stand, is it?”

“Won’t happen again -”

“So you’re saying I’m never going to win another race this season?”

“That’s always a possibility with your shitbox of a car.”

“So shit I won last season.”

“You cheated, that had nothing to do with the car.” Mick narrowed his eyes at you, his lips curling into a smirk as he slowly shifted in bed, manoeuvring himself so he was now hovering above you and you were laying flat on your back. 

“You don’t know when to let things go, do you?” His lips dove down to your neck, ghosting along your skin. “Unless you’re with me, then you do…” He started to kiss down your neck, his hands moving to your hips as his body started to grind against yours. 

This wasn’t part of the deal. It was a fuck and then he’d leave. It was never supposed to lead to round two in the morning but it felt so good. When the two of you were at Haas it felt like a relationship, you two would hang out outside of work, you’d met his family and he’d kissed you in public before. That was the day the Formula 1 side of the internet broke. A photo of you both outside a club circled around but Mick just stated that he was whispering in your ear, the picture was so blurry he almost got away with it, almost. 

“You’re so pretty…” His lips continued his journey down your body, the only sound was your light moans until someone knocked on your door. The sudden noise made Mick jump from your body, his head snapped towards the door as another knock came. 

“y/n!” Verstappens voice made Mick’s eyes widen. He looked at you with a slight glimpse of fear in his eyes. It was unusual to see him like this, the only time you’d ever seen fear in his eyes was the day you’d crashed at Silverstone but that was in the past, it was the race you never wanted to relive in fact the only time you ever let your mind travelled back to that moment was with Max. “y/n are you even awake?” 

“Give me a second!” You screamed back at your teammate. Your eyes fell towards Mick. “Get in the bath, lay down and pull the shower curtain so he doesn’t see you.” Shoving Mick off you lept up and threw on some shorts before taking a quick glance at yourself in the mirror, hoping Mick hadn’t left a reminder of the night before on your skin. Your eyes darted to the Mick who’d quickly followed your instructions before you opened the door. 

“Christ, have you only just gotten up?” Max took in your appearance before walking into your hotel room. 

“I had a late night.” You technically didn’t lie. “How come you’re here?”

“Wanted to check up on you, after yesterday. Heard the media weren’t too kind either.” 

“You know they’ll always favour Ferarri, they hate us.” 

“They only hate us since we've started winning and I don’t think anyone intends that to change.” 

“Well, I hope not Verstappen.” You gave him a smile. You always valued the bond you had with Max, the man would also always be by your side even when things were bad for him. He looked out for you on and off the track, you could never forget how he pushed Charles off the track when he accidentally clipped your car on the first turn of the France Grand Prix. Charles wouldn’t stop apologising to you after the race, more than likely out of fear that Max would hunt him down. “What else did you want?”

“Am I not allowed to just check up on you?” 

“Normally you spend the day with your family after the race.”

“Oh I plan on it, I’m meeting my Mum and sister for dinner tonight.” 

“Send them my love.” 

“You can join, my mum would love to see you again. She hasn’t seen you in a while.” 

“I’m fine Max -” 

“Come on y/n.” His eyes silently pleaded with you. “You hardly ever see your own family and my mum see’s you as one of her own so…” He let his words hang in the air as he awaited your answer. 

“What time?” Max’s eyes lit up at your words. 

“I’ll pick you up at six, we’re going to a small restaurant along the beach, should be quiet so you won’t have to worry about the media hounding us both.”

“Thank you, Max.” 

“You never have to thank me y/l/n.” His eyes scanned the room, it was almost as if he was looking for something… or someone. “But how are you? Really? After Mick winning -”

“It’s one race, Max, he won’t win like that again.” 

“I know he won’t.” Max huffed as he spoke about Mick. “Christian is trying to appeal still but he can’t promise that Mick will get any come up.” 

“You don’t need to worry about him, Max. The plan is to win it this season and either you or I will.” 

“That’s the mindset you need.” He smirked, his head falling towards the bathroom. “You mind if I use the bathroom?”

“No, it’s fine.” You didn’t sound certain in your response but it didn’t matter, Max was already heading to the same place where your rival was currently hiding after the pair of you slept together. You knew Mick wouldn’t give up where he was, not only for you but because he knew Max wouldn’t let him live another day. Whether he ended his career on the track or off it, he knew he wouldn’t live to see the sunrise tomorrow. 

Your heart was in your throat as you heard Max finishing up, your hands silently shaking as you waited for your teammate to leave your bathroom and your room. Shoving Max out of your room was evidently new to him but he put it all down to the race yesterday. He knew you’d be upset hence why he invited you to dinner with his mum and sister. When things fell apart he had his family and you but when you needed someone you only had him and the team. He knew much like you did that your parents adored you and no bond was broken with them but they were never involved in Formula 1, that was your life, not theirs. 

He opened the bathroom door, his eyes lighting up as he saw you smile at him. “You spoken to your family?” 

“Not yet.” Max frowned at your response. “Maybe fly them out, maybe it’ll be helpful if they attend Silverstone?” 

“Absoueltly not.” You cut him off. 

“Then invite them to Monaco.”

“Too high end for them.” 

“Then find a race they’ll like and invite them.” 

“I’ll think about it.” 

“How about this,” A smirk grew on his lips. “Whatever race you’re close enough to win the championship with, you invite them to that one.” 

You lingered on it for a second but you knew he wouldn’t leave without a yes and you really needed to get Mick out of the bath. “Yes fine, it’s a deal.” 

“Atta girl.” He pulled you into a quick hug before walking towards the door. “Don’t forget, six! I’ll meet you outside the hotel.” 

“I’ll see you then Max.” 

“And don’t worry about Mick, we’ll get rid of him.” 

“I believe you Verstappen.” You two shared a grin as he closed your door, leaving you alone… so he thought. 

“You know,” You heard Mick’s voice growing louder as he clambered out of the bath. “If you always need to talk about family then you can always talk to me.” He now came into view, a cocky expression on his face, ironic considering he was terrified of Max no more than a few mere minutes ago. 

“And why would I talk to you?”

“Because you know you can trust me.” 

“Can I?”

“Did I ever tell the press what we were after that photo came out? Have I ever told anyone what we were? No.” He took a breath. “Just because we broke off what we had -”

“No Mick you broke off what we had.” You kept your voice steady as you spoke. “I never wanted what we had to end, Mick.” It hurt to say those words out loud. You’d always known in your heart you’d never wanted it to end but you’d only ever said those words to Mick out of anger rather than sadness. 

“Neither did I y/n, you think it was easy to break off what we had?” He retaliated, gathering his clothes as he did so. “Do you not think I lay there every single night and not regret what I did?”

“Then why did you call it off Mick?” You stepped towards him. “If you really hate missing what we had then why haven’t you talked to me about it?”

“Because it’s not that easy.” He stepped closer towards you, now fully stressed but without his shirt, you still had that draped over your body. “I have a reputation to uphold, you don’t know what it’s like to have a famous dad -” 

“At least your family care about your job.” You replied. 

“It’s not my fault that your family couldn’t care less about you!” His heart dropped at his own words at the realisation of what he’d just spoken. He’d never meant it but when he was annoyed he always had a habit of letting words he never meant slip out. “Wait y/n I didn’t mean that I just meant -”

“Get out Mick.” 

“No y/n please I’m sorry I meant they didn’t care about the sport, I never meant it to come off like that -”

“You know what Mick I don’t care how you wanted that to come across. You will never understand what it’s like to beg your family to come to your races but they are too proud to want to look like they’re leaching off their daughter. They watch all of my races, they worked hard to get me here Mick and you won’t know what it’s like because everything was handed to you because of your stupid last name!” 

You had a point, most of the drivers on the grid were only here because of their parent's money. Sure some were richer than others but some like you and Lewis had no last name or riches to hold onto. Despite a lot of their names or riches carrying them through the sports, a few of them did have the talent that was needed to survive in this sport, Max being a key example. 

His expression drastically changed and now he looked pissed as he replied. “Do you know how easy you have it? Never having to live up to any expectations because of your parents. You could be the shittest driver on the grid and you wouldn’t get nearly as much abuse as I would all because your dad isn’t one of the greatest drivers in the world!” Mick took a short breath before he spoke again. “And do you know what it’s like to be constantly hounded by the press about your dad’s state? I’d rather my dad chose not to come rather than know he’ll never be able to.”

“Get out Mick -”

“Why? Because you know I’m right?” He challenged. 

“No because if I say what I want the two of us will rip one another's heads off and someone in this building will hear and the last thing you’ll want is for Max to hear.” 

Mick wanted to continue this fight but he knew you were right. If Max or even someone like Pierre was to hear they’d smash the door open and beat Mick up there and then. His eyes met the floor as he took a step back and headed to the door. “Enjoy your dinner tonight.” His tone was flat as he entered the hallway. 

Before he could even take a step he felt someone’s gaze lingering on his, Turning his head to the side he met the confused eyes of Lando Norris who was evidently confused at why Mick was leaving your room without a shirt the day after the race. 

“I won’t tell anyone if you won’t.” Lando held up his hands in defence as Mick watched a girl stumbling out of his room behind him, carrying last night’s heels in her hand. 

“Deal,” Mick replied before turning on his heels and heading back to his own room. 

—

Your hair bounced softly as you walked down the halls of your hotel towards the car park where Max was leaning against the hood of his car waiting for you. His face lit up with a smile as he stretched his arms open to hug you. “You look beautiful.” He commented before opening the passenger door for you. 

“Thank you Verstappen, you don’t look bad yourself.” You smirked as he closed the door and jogged around to open his door. 

“Well believe it or not I don’t always live in my racing suit.” He mirrored your smirk before slowly driving out of the car park. “My sister and Mum are already there, Victoria can’t wait to see you again.” His smirk turned to a smile. “How are you after yesterday.. I know I’ve already asked but I just want to check in you know?” He quickly changed the subject. 

“I’m fine, Mick is a prick and soon enough he’ll get his karma, he always does.” You thought back to a few races last season when he attempted to force you off the track and it backfired on him massively, then again he did walk away the winner in the end… by cheating. “It won’t happen again.” Your eyes met his for a quick glance. “Do you think his Dad will ever get to watch him race?” 

“Why do you ask that?”

“Just curious what you think.” You turned your attention to him. “Is it a crime to ask my teammate for his opinion?”

“I’d like to hope you saw me as a friend and a teammate -”

“You know I do.” 

“I’d be pissed if you didn’t but in regards to Mick, I don’t know. Micheal’s accident wasn’t exactly a clean one. Has Mick said something to you about his Dad?” 

“No.” You lied. “I was just thinking if maybe I should be mre grateful for my family -”

“You are grateful for them and they know that, he has said something, hasn’t he?” 

“No Max he hasn’t, I just thought maybe I should invite and press them to come a bit more. Mick’s Dad can’t come to races but my Dad can. He might not like to but he always has the option.” 

“I think it’ll do you good to see them at a race track because at times it honestly looks like Christian is planning on adopting you.” He broke out a small smile at his own works, one which you mirrored as you replied. 

“I could say the same to you.” 

“Well maybe the both of us could do with a supportive father-like figure at the races.” His smile dropped slightly at the thought of his Dad but he never let him get to him well… he never liked to show how Jos could get to him. 

The pair of you made small talk for the rest of the journey before pulling into the restaurant car park. Much like when you’d met him, he quickly ran round the car to open your door. He might’ve lived with his Dad for most of his life but his Mum had clearly raised him to be a gentleman. Thanking him for his actions the two of you headed inside. 

“You look gorgeous!” Victoria caught sight of you and Max. She rose in her seat and pulled you in for a hug before she stepped back to admire your outfit. 

“Thank you, Vic, it’s so nice to see you again.” You greeted his mother too, just as if she was your own. The Verstappen’s became your second family through your Formula 1 career. With your parents not attending as many races as other families they stepped in and made you feel like your family was always in the garages cheering you along at every turn.

“You two are dominating the track as usual.” Max’s mum smiled at the two of you. “Think maybe you’ll get your first Championship this year y/n?”

“She better,” Max spoke before you could answer. 

“Well that is the plan, I’m at the top for now but that can slip away fast.” 

“But you won’t let it, Horner won’t let that happen.” 

You turned to meet Max’s gaze. “Maybe if you go easy on me I might be able to win it.” 

“Well, that won’t happen.” He smiled at you. Just as you were about to speak another female vice caught everyone’s attention. 

“y/n? Is that you?” The voice belonged to none other than Gina Schumacher. Stood beside her was her mum and Mick who was giving you the widest smirk on the planet. “I haven’t seen you in ages!” Gina was at most races but that never meant you acknowledged her or any of Mick’s family for that matter. The blonde weaved her way towards you before she pulled you in for a hug, one which you weren’t anticipating for. 

They’d clearly known you and Mick were no longer as close as you both used to be. The press continued to report on it, fans wouldn’t stop talking about it and you would hardly utter a word to the Schumachers anymore. But did they know the truth behind what happened between you and Mick? By Gina and her mother’s reactions, it seemed they did not. 

Max’s family had always been close to Mick’s. He and Mick would often be seen talking and spending time with one another outside the track but ever since he met you that changed. Max learned the truth about what happened between you Mick and witnessed his cheating moves on the track and that bond he once had soon died. Sure he’d still see Mick outside of work when he and Mick’s Mum would meet up but he always kept it civil which came naturally but right now Max had to force himself to be civil towards his old friend.  

“What a coincidence that you’re here too!” Gina smiled.

“It’s nice to see you Gina and you too Corinna.” A sheepish smile spread across your lips, you didn’t dare meet the eyes of Mick. 

Corinna smiled at you before she spoke. “Have the four of you just gotten here?” 

“Yes,” Victoria spoke before anyone else could. “Have you?” 

“We have.” Mick finally spoke. “Why don’t we all just join one another? Would be a shame to waste this opportunity now we’re all together?” He grabbed a waiter's attention and asked if you could all be moved to a larger table.  Max wanted to protest against the whole idea and so did you but you both knew his Mum would skin you both alive for causing a scene. You prayed they wouldn’t have one free but God clearly didn’t wish for your prayers to be answered today.

The four of you left your table and followed the Schumachers to a table situated in the corner of the restaurant, at least you’d be out of the way if the press somehow walked in. You attempted to sit down but Mick reached your seat before you did. His eyes never left yours as he pulled the chair out, gesturing you to sit down, such a sweet action compared to those of last night. 

“Thank you.” You muttered to him as you slowly sat down. Mick took a seat beside you, his hand brushing your leg as he pulled himself closer to the table. Max kept a close eye from across the table at Mick. His gaze narrowed every single time Mick’s eyes even dared to look at you but that didn’t last long as his Mum caught on rather quickly which allowed Mick to get away with a lot. 

At first, the dinner was going fine, everyone was just catching up with one another. Both Gina and Corinna continued to speak to you as if nothing had ever happened between you and Mick which put you at ease, the last thing you needed was to be hounded with questions as to why the two of you were no longer close. 

When your drinks were set out before you Mick let one hand fall under the tablecloth his left hand made its way to your leg. Without breaking the conversation he was currently in he allowed his hand to push up your dress so he could lay in hand on your bare skin. His thumb rubbed your skin as if it was a living act between two people but you knew he was only doing it to make you snap. 

“Stop.” You whispered under your breath as you took a sip of your drink. 

“Stop what?” He muttered back, his tone an amusing one. 

“Touching my leg!” 

“You weren’t complaining last night when my hand did this.” He let his hand glide further up your leg until it reached your upper thigh. Squeezing your legs shut you shifted in your seat slightly which caught Max’s attention. 

“You okay?” He mouthed across the table so he didn’t grab anyone else’s gaze. You nodded before you tried focusing back on the conversation around the table but Mick made it harder than it should’ve been. 

“You look stunning in that dress.” He whispered, his thumb moving back and forth on your inner thigh. “But not as good as you looked in my shirt this morning,” He took a sip of his drink. “You can keep it by the way -”

“You’ll have it back before you fly tomorrow.” You muttered. 

“I don’t want it, it looks better on you.” 

“Well, I don’t want it either.” You snapped at him and attempted to pull your legs away from him but this time Mick was prepared. With just his left hand he pried your legs further apart so his hand could now reach your underwear. He lightly pressed on your clothed clit with his fingers, a cocky smile on his lips as he watched you attempt to hide your reaction to the sudden action. 

“Not sure if I can wait till I win again to hear your beautiful moans and feel your body under mine-”

“Well, that’s a shame.” You tried to shrug him off but he wasn’t going away that easily. 

“I know you want more.���

He technically wasn’t wrong. Part of you hated that Max had interrupted the two of you this morning. Last night did feel good and you wanted it to happen again, much to your own dismay. You knew you shouldn’t. You’d finally gotten over what had happened between you and Mick, you still hated what had happened but the feelings you once thought you’d had for the blonde had washed away and the thought of sleeping with him time and time again just made you worry those feelings would creep back into your heart. 

He was going to be the death of you. 

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[allocnddits]

Hey I don't know if your request are open but...

Could you do max/fem reader ft oscar or lando

Not a pre existing throuple but def Poly in the end.

Coming back from the club from celebrating his win with the other drivers. *You can pick which other drivers are in the van.)She was dancing and teasing him all night in her little black dress. He wasnt the onky one that noticed. she gives him head in the back of the party van.

Tipsy/drunk max = horny max = cuddly max

I really want to see max not caring at all if someone (the other drivers) notice what they are doing he has no chill. If someone saw he'd be like mind your business and it's clearly why they always sit in the back when on group outings. Other are so used to it but like maybe oscar or lando not used to the dynamic blushing when they see.

Drunk chatter, music no one notices or maybe they do.

Maybe the back is a 3 sitter and he's sitting next to them falling asleep or not feeling too good. He's not used to partying as hard. They bring him back to the hotel. Pisatri cant find his bedroom keys so they take him with. Max is a bit more sober now puts oscar to bed and his gf next. cuddles in bed while she praises him for his win. he fingers her while holding hands with a cuddly oscar.

In the morning maybe they find out oscar wasnt asleep in the bed when it went down and hes like well that was hot let's do it again.

Hey, this is a little different and definitely shorter. I might make this into an actual one shot someday but here’s the drabble.

Japan 2023.

Your boyfriend’s 13th win of the season and Oscar Piastri’s first podium in formula one. You had to celebrate.

You landed in a club that someone suggested was good, the word spread out and there you were with all of your boyfriend’s coworkers. Already a little tipsy you decided to take the dance floor, your hips loosening to the rhythm of the foreign music. Max’s eyes were on you the entire time, but so were the brown pair that watched from afar. Max was going feral in his seat, watching and cussing himself for agreeing to go out when all he really wanted was to have you spread out and begging for him.

When he finished his second drink he got up from the seat and made his way to you. His crotch meeting the curve of your ass as his hand pulled you closer by the waist and your head dropped on his shoulder. His thoughts had gotten the best of him for the last couple of minutes and made his blood rush down his body. You felt the slight erection poking at your back as he danced with you for a bit.

“You feel that, right?” you nodded “C’mere” he guided you away from the dance floor, pulling you through the people till he reached the bathroom. He looked to make sure the stalls were empty before taking off his jacket and throwing it on the floor in front of his feet. “C’mon, schat, you know what to do.”

You kneeled in front of him, hands immediately undoing his belt and his jeans. You kissed his growing shaft through his underwear, nails hooking under the band and pulling down slowly. Max didn’t mind that you were taking your time, he loved to watch you on your knees anyway, so he ran a hand through your hair sweetly as you pulled him out of his pants. You kissed and licked his tip before letting your jaw fall open to take him in. Your mouth stretched when you got to the base, your hands met his hips to pull away slightly when he touched the back of your throat.

Max’s eyes now watched you impatiently so you looked up at him as you flattened your tongue and relaxed your throat, a slight tap on his thigh letting him know what to do. His fingers tangled into your hair and pushed your head forward, slowly picking up his movements till he was fucking your mouth. You took everything you could, trying not to gag but he was too big for you, his moves had you chocking around him every couple minutes, your tipsy self not being able to keep up with all you told your body to do.

“You can do it yourself, then, schat. Careful” he told you, holding your face by the chin and tapping your lips with his cock.

You nodded and placed your hands back at his base, twisting and pumping as you took him to your mouth. Your tongue worked around his head and on his underside every time you pulled away.

He had started to let out moans by the time Oscar opened the door. None of you noticed at first, Max too distracted with your mouth and you had your back turned to the entrance. Oscar just stood at the door, watching the way your head bobbed and imagining how fucking warm it must feel. When max’s eyes caught him he was gone, there was no way he could defend himself, it was clear that he had been there a while, the bulge in his pants being a dead give away.

“Fuck, baby, put on a show, we got a crowd” he teased.

“I’m sorry, mate, I just wanted to use the bathroom, got distracted. I’m sorry.”

You couldn’t really make up who the voice behind you was but if Max wasn’t bothered then neither were you.

“Not to worry, she doesn’t mind it. Do you, love?” you shook your head with him in your mouth, the move making him groan “Come look” Oscar walked over to you hesitantly but when he saw the way your lips wrapped around Max his blood all rushed down, all rational thinking gone. “She’s pretty, yeah?”

You finally recognized Oscar, the man who stood next to your boyfriend on the podium earlier, as he nodded to max, a blush adorned his face from ear to ear. One of your hands left Max and reached for the leg of the man who stood next to him, eyes looking up to get approval before you proceeded. He gave you a nod and you looked up at Oscar waiting on his own approval, after earning it your hand traveled further up. You first gave him a squeeze through his jeans and started undoing them, your hand quickly sneaking into his underwear.

“Is this okay?” you asked properly and he nodded again.

He watched closely as your mouth took Max’s cock in again and your right hand wrapped around his own. You matched the movements of your head to your hand, both men getting the best you could give them for a while before you had to concentrate on Max. As soon as he started twitching in your mouth your right hand stopped around Oscar, the one around your boyfriend jerked him as you sucked hardly on his tip. In seconds you had him coming in your mouth.

As usual, you opened your mouth to show Max his cum on your tongue and swallowed it, opening it again so he could see you got it all. The action had Oscar throwing his head against the wall as you kept on pumping him in your hand.

“We can take this back to the hotel if you wanna get finished” Max told him as he did his jeans and belt up.

“Are you sure?” he asked without looking at any of you, his eyes shut tight as you pleasured him.

“Yes, Oscar, we would love to have you.” you confirmed before kissing his tip and letting him go of your grip.

“Okay, then, give me a second and I’ll meet you outside, yeah?”

“Yeah” you whispered softly as Max helped you up and picked up his jacket from the floor

[lovingperfectionsblog]

A Feisty Woman

Max Verstappen x Reader

Request: hi babes how about a fic where the reader is in a relationship with max, and she's like a bad, confident bitch who likes to do whatever she likes. she likes to dress up, show skin and whatever she pleases; but max is confident, he likes that about her, he doesn't mind that other people get to see who only HE sleeps with at night. And other people ask him about it, but he's like why would any of the stuff I fell in love with about her bother me.

Summary: Max gets questioned about you in an interview and gives a surprising response.

Warnings: Language, mentions of sexual activity.

Word Count: 1363

Authors note: I absolutely love men who just stand by their authentic partners and celebrate them for who they are and are protective of them is just absolute top notch for me <3 Slightly shorter than usual but I hope you all enjoy 😊

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“So Max, would it be okay if we moved onto something a little ore personal then?”

“By all means”

“Forgive me for saying this, but your relationship as seen some controversiy so far hasn’t it”

Max couldn’t help but laugh at the question.

“How did I know it was going to be about my relationship”

“You’re not exactly dating someone who generally follows the conventions around the paddock”

“What do you mean by the conventions around the paddock?”

Max knew exactly what he meant, but he wanted to hear him say it. He wanted to hear him find a polite way of saying he thought that Max’s girlfriend dressed inappropriately and seemed a bit too forward.

That’s what everyone said.

“Well, the other WAGs are slightly more, and please know I don’t mean this in a disrespectful way, but they tend to be a bit more conservative, less loud, less out there, more reserved you know?”

“And look how it turned out with the last woman I dated that was like that. I need someone who can take me on, someone strong, someone who doesn’t stand for any shit and takes what she rightfully deserves.”

“And it doesn’t bug you?”

“What? Dating a feisty woman? It most certainly does not, again, like I’ve said, I need someone like her.”

He had meant that. You were like no one he had ever experienced before and finally he found a personal who could truly challenge him in the best of ways. A woman who stood up for herself and her beliefs and was authentic no matter what. Someone who didn’t just, go along with whatever he said. Someone he was sure of. Someone who didn’t just want him because he was the Max Verstappen. Someone who honestly actually didn’t care about any of it.

Just of him.

“Oh, no, I mean, how she dresses and behaves?”

“Is there a reason I should be bugged be it?”

“Well, it isn’t exactly reserved is it?”

“And why is that something that should bug me?”

“Well, wouldn’t you want your woman to kind of just dress like that for you?”

“And not show all of that off? It would be an actual crime. And on top of it, there is plenty she isn’t showing the public. Plenty which is reserved just for me and our home and our bed.”

“Oh no, listen,-“

“No, you listen, what my girlfriend does is her business. All that’s important is that her and I are loyal to each other. While I’m here, lets actually properly get into this. She is an educated, confident, loving, witty, funny, charming, loyal, and passionate woman, and so goddamn beautiful, fuck, I could go on forever listing every good fucking quality about her, but all anyone is focused on is how she dresses and how much skin she’s showing. There are so few woman out there who are confident in who they are, Christ, there are so few people who are confident in who they are and we want to ruin the ones who already are? No, enough, I love her, all of her. She has literally encouraged me to be more sure of myself and honestly made me love myself more than I ever thought possible simply because she is brave enough to be who she is. Because despite what everyone else says and how ever many hits she takes in the media from journalists like you, she loves herself relentlessly and that is what matters to me”

“Max, I am sorry, I didn’t mean to offend-“

“No this interview is done. No more about my girlfriend yeah?”

Max didn’t even give the journalist a moment to respond, simply getting up to make his way back to the paddock, done with conversations around his personal life and more importantly, you.

He knew he was going to get an earful from his media team, knew that he was meant to invite the public into more of his life, to build a better brand away from the angry Max Verstappen on track, but no way was he going to do that if this is what you had to endure because of it.

And lord knows he wasn’t going to lose you because people were too invested in how you dressed.

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“So, I saw the latest interview” you spoke gently as you carded your fingers through Max’s hair, feeling him soften into you as he lay with his head on your chest.

“Jesus Christ” he was so thankful once he had returned to the hotel that evening to find you there, warm, safe, everything he had needed after a day like today.

“The liberal girlfriend who dresses too slutty” you laughed to yourself, shocked that this is all the media had chosen to focus on and pick apart, yet still feeling a slight insecurity creeping up, concerned that, despite all Max had said, he maybe felt the same underneath it all.

“God I fucking hate that word, hate that this is what you’re called” his grip tightened around you, trying to convey every ounce of protectiveness to you that he felt, and if that meant trapping you in his grip for the moment, then so be it.

“If you want, I can dress a little different from now on” you broached the topic with him, not exactly wanting to change how you portrayed yourself, but willing to if it gave him some reprieve. ‘

“Don’t you fucking dare change who you are because of some bullshit journalists who don’t know anything about you. I love you. As you are. Please, do not change a single thing about you and plus, you wear what you want because I know how to fight.” he didn’t intend to sound so forceful, but he needed you to know that this, who you were, was always more than enough for him and he never ever intended on going for less ever again.

“Plus, and as much as I hate them calling you a slut, it wasn’t the word I was referring to” he was looking at you now, a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

“And what word were you referring to then love?” confusing on yours in contrast.

“Girlfriend”

“What are they meant to call me then?” God he loved feeling you laugh almost as much as hearing it.

“My fiancé” the seriousness was just as evident in his voice as the playfulness was, so much so that it shocked you into silence, although you didn’t want to push Max too quickly, you’d wanted nothing more than to marry him.

“Are you saying you want me to marry you there handsome?” neither of you averting your eyes, dancing along a thin line between seriousness and joking.

“Oh, it is definitely in the works I can promise you that” and it was a promise he was keeping, with full knowledge that the ring was busy being made and should be ready for him next week to collect.

“Sure you can handle your wife wearing such revealing clothing?” you gave a little side eye as you began to move your hand lower along his chest.

Max leaned in, lips brushing against yours, a poor attempt from him at preventing the shiver running down his spine as he felt your nails gently grazing his skin, desperate for the moment he felt them along the band of his underwear.

“I fully intend for the first month that we are married to make sure that neither of us wear any clothing at all” his eyes suddenly focused on the strap of your shirt, gently edging it down your shoulder.

“And I think we should start getting used to it now, don’t you think?”

[lipringlrh]

wrote like 4 things for boxer!max i just can’t finish them lolsies

[luckybitchsstuff]

Lover - Daniel ricciardo x f reader

Insta Au (my favs)

Pairing - Daniel Ricciardo x Female reader

Warnings - NONEEE

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DanielRicciardo I for sure am ❤️❤️

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LandoNorris you two are so weird get some help 🙄

DanielRicciardo your just jealous

LandoNorris I mean I'm definitely not

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Y/nfan2 Danny needs to just put a ring on it already they basically already have a child together( I'm talking about the dog)

Yourusername I agree with this comment what about you @danielRicciardo

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DanielRicciardo And at every table ill save you a seat, loverrrrrr

Yourusername I mean I booked the whole table for everyone but okay love you, babe

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Dannyfan3 there mothering and fathering again😭😩😩

Y/nfan6 them using Taylor Swift is just making me feel more single like how dare they

Y/nfan8 exactly like a way to really rub salt into the wound

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Yourusername With every guitar string scar on my hand, I take this magnetic force of a man to be my loverrrrrr

LandoNorris wait so I'm so confused are these lyrics or something

Y/nfan4 omg he doesnt know lover by Taylor Swift Lando where have you been the past few years

LandoNorris who's Taylor Swift???

Yourusername we are going to have a very long chat the next time I see you

LandoNorris oh no someone save me please

DanielRicciardo idk whats more funnier, the fact Lando doesn't know who Taylor Swift is or the fact he is now going to become a meme (again) because of it 😭

Yourusername he's so clueless its funny 😁

DanielRicciardo Hahahah yes anyways thanks for the nice post love

Yourusername no worries babe (I told you I'm a good girlfriend)

———————————————————thank you all for the love recently. Sorry, I haven't been posting too much I've got a few requests, so I'm trying to get them done, but I thought id do something to give to you guys for now, so thanks for the requests, and keep sending more ❤️😭❤️

[violetszone]

So I have an idea. . . So imagine your totos daughter, but your in a secret relationship with max and your father hates that, but Toto does something really stupid, so much so she wants to get back at him so she makes max mark her neck in front of her dad . . . I’m a weird person, I know 😭

Oh i am so sorry i dont write for max but that was a good request tho 😉. If there is a writer who sees this, can you please write it? (You are not weird thats wiiild and gooood i swear)

[tierneysodegaard]

Baby Pink - Max Verstappen x Reader

Max Verstappen x female!reader

Requested? Yes/No

Anon: Okay, I love me some angst with fluff endings so I was think about how maybe (Y/N) and Max have known each other since the karting days. She’s had a crush on him since then and everyone knows it (if he knows or doesn’t know can be up to you lol) but he doesn’t like the reader in that way (at least he thinks he doesn’t 😉😉). Max and (Y/N) hook up and she finds out she’s got a bun in the oven. Tells Max but he’s kinda like I can’t take care of a child, I have my career to think about.

Fast forward to like 3 to 4 years where she goes to one of the races since she’s close to one of the other racers. Of course to add some more spice none of the drivers know. And basitc just Max seeing his beautiful baby girl for the first time. It’s just a rough idea you can of course make it yours. I’ve had this in my head for a while and I like every one of your fics so I thought you would be perfect for this T_T - ☁️

Word Count: 4.4K

Warnings: Angst, pregnancy, Max being a dick, fluff, slight reader x Daniel but it’s all platonic

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Your heart dropped at the results of the pregnancy test you’d just taken. 

Positive.

And there was only one man who was the dad and that man was Max Verstappen. 

You and Max had been friend since he’d started karting, the pair of you grew up with one another and so did your feelings towards him. Max always had a cocky demeaner about him and that was something you loved. He wouldn’t let anyone boss him around well, other than you of course. You never missed a race, although you never knew if he felt the same way about you but you didn’t care, he would always be special to you no matter what.

The pregnancy test was staring daggers into your heart, scared of what was ahead of you and Max. It was a stupid mistake really, the pair of you went out to celebrate one of his wins and you both got rather drunk. You went to bed together and well, drunk people evidently forget protection. That morning you didn’t think much of it, you couldn’t remember most of the night which also meant you couldn’t remember if you used protection. You’d risked it before, stupidly but that was a long time ago and luckily for you nothing came of it but the one time you slept with Max Verstappen, a baby was on the way. 

You’d quickly sent Max a text asking if he could come round quickly as you needed to speak to him. Max replied fast and told you he’d be on his way as soon as, evidently sensing that something was wrong. Now everything started to hit you. Leaning on your kitchen counter your eyes never left the test. 

It was only a drunk hook up and now look at it. 

You and Max were so young, both of you being twenty and Max had just properly settled down in Formula 1. You had finally gotten yourself a decent job which paid well, with the pair of you working together, this could work right?

“Sorry the traffic was shit!” Max had let himself in your apartment as he called out to you only to find you standing in the kitchen. “You okay?” He offered a light smile but that faded when he saw your face. 

You didn’t utter a word, only holding out the test so he could take it into his hands. Max studied it like it was some rare object, almost like he’d never even seen one before. The silence between the two of you grew, both of you waiting for the other one to say something. 

“It’s yours…” Your weak voice followed through with your words. “If you couldn’t guess…”

“Is this a joke?” He slowly raised his head to meet your eyes. 

“Max why would I joke about something like this?” 

“Because I don’t want a kid -”

“Well neither do I but I can’t just make one on my own!” Your eyes fell from his as you spoke. “These things happen and I want to keep it -”

“I can’t raise a child!” Max threw the test back onto the counter. “I just can’t, my career won’t allow me -”

“Oh come on Max there are plenty of drivers that have children!”

“Yeah and they have wives! Not to mention they’re so much older than you and I.”

“And? That doesn’t mean we can’t raise one.”

“No.” He held his hands up in surrender. “I’m not raising a child with you!”

“So you’re just going to ignore our child?”

“I have a career y/n!” 

“And you think I don’t?” You stepped forward. “What you think just because I don’t drive some fancy car around a track that means my career is any less valuable than yours?”

“That’s not why I meant and you know it!” Max raised his voice. “I have worked so hard for this, I have given up so much and I am not going to let it all go to shit to raise a baby with a woman that I don’t even love!”

His words hit you like a ton of bricks. You loved him. You wanted him until the rest of your days but Max didn’t feel the same. 

Your eyes pricked with tears. “You know what Max? I loved you, I really did. I gave up a lot for you too and I wouldn’t change it for the world but you know what? You don’t deserve the love of your own child. I’ll raise them and then when they’re old enough I’ll tell them the truth about their selfish father. They can make the decision if they want to contact you or not, for now, get the fuck out of my apartment.”

Max wasn’t sure why your words hurt him, especially after he just admitted he didn’t want you or yours and his baby around. But that one line stuck with him not only in that moment but for the next four years. He nodded at your words, leaving you alone to break down over what had just happened. 

Your baby girl was born in May, you’d named her Leia as she happened to be born on the fourth. She was your entire world although she had the eyes and attitude of her father. No one on the grid knew she was Max’s well… all except Daniel. 

You’d gotten close to Daniel when you used to visit Max and when Daniel pressured Max to tell him why you no longer turned up to races Daniel was furious. He went to visit you straight away, making sure both you and the baby were all okay. He even held her when she was a few weeks old, Daniel soon was known as Uncle Daniel to your little girl although he might as well have been her dad considering he’d done more for her than Max had ever done. 

When the time was right you’d tell her everything, tell her about what had happened and when she was old enough you’d let her contact him, see if he wanted to actually talk to you and his daughter after running off and continuing his career as if nothing had happened. 

Right now you had Christmas music blasting from your speakers as you held Leia in your arms, helping her decorate the tree in your front room. She was giggling as you sang along to last Christmas, swaying side to side with smiles on your faces. Max might have walked out on the two of you but part of you was glad he did otherwise you wouldn’t have been able to have all these memories with your little girl but the other part of you always knew you wanted him here.

You hadn’t heard anything from him for four years. Not a word. You checked up on his racing, he’d gotten his wish when he left you and Leia. He had one more race until the end of the season and if he won it he would be a World Champion. Unluckily for you Leia loved watching the cars go around the track, little did she know that it was her dad she was watching. 

A knock at the door broke yours and Leia’s attention. With her still in your arms you opened the door to be greeted with a happy Daniel. “Uncle Danny!” Leia yelled, holing her arms out for Daniel. Setting the bags of presents down Daniel took her in his arms. 

“Hello angel.” He kissed her cheek before flashing you a smile. “There’s presents there, I’ll get them -” He tried to move down with Leia in his arms but you beat him too it. 

“Don’t worry I’ve got it, how’ve you been?”

“Good.” He smiled, keeping his gaze on you. “y/n?”

“Hmm?”

“There’s an envelope in there for you, please open it now.” He turned back to Leia. “Are you gonna show me this tree you’ve decorated?”

“Yeah!” She squealed with excitement, clapping her hands as Daniel walked over to your Christmas tree. You pulled the bag he’d brought with him onto the kitchen counter, opening it to see an envelope with your name on it. You didn’t think twice about ripping opening the envelope, pulling the letter out to read. 

y/n

Merry Christmas, I think Leia will love it.

Daniel.

Inside the envelope contained two paddock passes for the race in Abu Dhabi. Your eyes welled up with tears, Daniel noticed and sent Leia off to get some of her toys before pulling you into his chest, allowing the tears to fall into his shirt.

“Why?” You sobbed. “Daniel he’ll be there.”

“You’ll be with me and Lando all the time, you won’t have to see him.”

“Why?” You stepped back looking up at Daniel. “Why now? After four years -”

“He’s been talking about you more than he usually does. He’s always asked about you. I never told him much, or even about Leia, only her name.” He took a deep breath. “I think it would do you good and you don’t have to speak to Max but maybe he’ll change if he sees you. He’s been so stressed about everything -”

“Daniel he’s the one who walked out on me and Leia, not the other way around. Four years he left me to raise our child. There’s only so many times that you can tell her that her dad isn’t around because he’s busy working in another country.” 

Daniel took your hands into his. “I wouldn’t do it if I thought it would hurt you even more. y/n I know he loves you -”

“He doesn’t love me Daniel, he told me that I told him I was pregnant.”

“He’s had time to think -”

“Four years Daniel, he doesn’t need four years.”

“I know and I would never make an excuse for his actions, I want you there to support me.” Daniel moved his hands to cup your cheeks, wiping away the tears with his thumbs. “Besides Leia likes it and who knows, maybe she’ll be the one to challenge the way F1 works, get her into karting and she could be rivalling her dad. Maybe even race against him and win, show him who’s the better driver.” 

You couldn’t help but smile at Daniel’s words. If Leia really liked F1 that much and wanted to start karting you would need to involve yourself in her world and her dads even more than you wanted. 

“Fine.” Reluctantly agreed. 

---

The fear of seeing Max face to face again was killing you but for Leia’s sake you kept a brave face on. She was ecstatic that the pair of you were going to watch the race, she’d been told that she was going to see Uncle Danny race, perhaps it was best to keep Max out of the equation for now. She didn’t need her love of cars crushed by the very man that was supposed to love her more than any guy she’d meet in her life. 

Leia was decked out in McLaren merchandise, plodding through the paddock like she owned the place. Daniel was holding her hand as she walked towards the garages with him. Daniel had promised her that she could sit in his car with him and that was what the three of you were heading off to do now. You saw a few familiar faces, waving and saying hello to a few of them although every single one of them gave you a rather puzzled look at the sight of you with a child, evidently Max hadn’t wanted to spread the word that he was a dad. 

Anyone who walked through the paddocks would have easily have mistaken you and Daniel for a couple, especially as he held onto her like he was her own, she might as well be at this rate. You neared the McLaren garage, you could see the Red Bull one wasn’t far away as you held your breath at every single small movement coming from the garage, silently hoping to catch a glimpse of Max. Sure he was an absolute dick to you but you wanted to at least see him in person, even if it was from afar. 

“Do you want to get in?” Daniel’s voice grabbed your attention. He was kneeling down beside Leia, smiling at her reaction to his car. 

“Yeah!” She screamed with excitement. Daniel climbed into the car, holding his arms out for her. You picked her up, placing her in the safe arms of Daniel as she sat in his lap. Daniel started to explain everything in the car, in a more simpler way a four year old could understand. 

You took out your phone, taking photos of the two of them. The pair of them in front of you were your family, you didn’t need Max. Leia had a fun uncle who wanted to take her to the races. Even Lando started to get involved, kneeling down by the car and quizzing Leia on what everything did. You were too distracted to notice two drivers walk behind you, one stopping in his tracks as his world fell apart and came back together at the sight of you and Leia. 

Max and Charles had been walking through the garages on the way back to the paddocks when Max heard a laugh he hadn’t heard in four years. You were laughing at Daniel, Lando and a little girl. 

His daughter. 

Just like that Max’s world changed forever. 

Jealousy flooded his veins at the sight of Daniel with his daughter. He had no right to be annoyed at the Australian, after all he was the one that left you and his daughter. She looked just like you but she had the eyes of her father and evidently the passions of her father. 

“You okay mate?” Charles spoke to Max, noticing that he had stopped in his tracks completely. “Max?”

“Hmm?” He tore himself away from the scene but it was too late, Charles had spotted you. 

“y/n?” You spun around at the sound of you name being called. Not even noticing that Max was beside him you fell into his arms muttering a hello to him. It was only when you pulled back you noticed him. 

Daniel tensed up at the sight before him, silently wishing he hadn’t brought you here without making sure that Max wasn’t lurking around. Charles looked ahead of you seeing that Daniel had a little girl on his lap. “I thought you had a nephew Danny?” 

Tearing your gaze away from Max who was yet to say anything you spoke before Daniel could. “She’s mine.” 

“Oh really? Congratulations!” Charles wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. “Is she?” Charles eyed you and Daniel.

“No she’s not Daniels.”

“I was gonna say, he kept pretty quiet about that one.” He smiled whereas Max stood beside him silently. 

“Daniel is just her uncle, her dad isn’t in the picture.” You gave him a small smile before looking back at your daughter.

“Oh I’m very sorry, I don’t know what kind of man would abandon their child.”

Charles’ words made Daniel’s eyes go wide, trying to hide it so he didn’t put the pieces together. “I agree Char.” You glanced at Max as you spoke. 

Winning you back was going to be hard but Max already knew that.

“How old is she?” 

“She turns four in May.” 

“Nearly four wow… that’s about the time you left…” He looked over to Max who looked unamused. “Four years…” His eyes went as wide as Daniel’s as he connected the dots. “FOUR YEARS?” 

“Yes Charles, turns four on May the fourth, her name is Leia.”

“Leia…” Max muttered but Charles heard and he had already worked it out. 

“Hello Leia.” Charles waved at the girl. “Would you like to come and see a Ferrari?” 

“Yes!” She giggled. 

“Oh but McLaren is way better.” Daniel laughed as Lando took a hold of her, allowing Daniel to get out before handing her back to him. Daniel mouthed a ‘good luck’ to you as he walked past. 

“Is mummy coming?” Leia pouted. 

“Yes sweetie I’ll be there soon, mummy’s just going to catch up with an old friend.” You kissed her cheek before thanking Daniel. Charles grabbed Max’s racing suit, pulling his ear to his mouth. 

“How could you do that to her?” 

“I didn’t -”

“Don’t give me your shitty excuse. If she takes you back you better worship the ground she walks on. If not,” Charles eyed you as you finished your conversation with Daniel. “Maybe I’ll be her step dad.” Those words made Max snap, shoving Charles back before speaking. 

“Don’t talk about her or my daughter like that -”

“Your daughter? Daniel’s been more of a father than you have!” He spat. “Just wait until everyone else finds out.” Charles barged his shoulder with Max’s before walking out with Daniel and Lando, leaving you and Max alone. 

“y/n… how’ve you been?”

Really Max? Small talk?

“As good as one can be being a single parent for four years whilst your child's father is out partying every week and earning thousands when I had to scrape every single penny I had and make it last so she had a decent life. So she could see that she didn’t need a dad to help out, only uncle Daniel.” You didn’t care if your words hurt him, he deserved it. 

“y/n I’m so sorry.”

“For what part?” 

“All of it, for four years I have regretted everything I ever said to you. Everything I had done. It was so hard seeing everyone bring their children to work knowing I couldn’t do the same.”

“But you could Max!” You raised your voice slightly. “You could but you chose not to! When she started to speak she asked me where her dad was, do you know what it’s like having to tell her that her dad is always traveling for work and that’s why he can’t be here? And do you know how fucking hard it is to see your daughter watch the races and say ‘Max won mummy!’ over and over again and she has no idea that the man she sees win on tv is her dad?”

You started to cry as you spoke. “The closest thing she has to a dad is Daniel, it’s not even his kid Max but he put in more work than you ever did. He was there for her first steps, her first fucking word was ‘Dan’ and he buys her so many presents every year -”

“I bought her presents too.”

“What? No you fucking didn’t -”

“Daniel always brings more than one gift right? That’s because I buy the rest and give them to him and ask him to say they’re from me, I do the same with you.”

“Why do all that but not come see us?”

“I was scared y/n… I fucked up…” His words made you cry even more. All those gifts you and Leia loved were all from him, all this time.   

The sight of you breaking down broke Max. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. You hated that you fell into his touch as easily as you did. Melting into his arms like you used to all those years ago as you sobbed into his racing suit. 

“She needs her dad Max -”

“I’m going to be her dad.” Max spoke into your hair. “y/n I was so fucking stupid, I should have never have left you. I got scared, I thought my career would be over, I was scared at what my dad would do, I was scared I’d put the both of you in danger because of what I did… I was scared because I love you and I was too blind to see it back then.” He kissed your head, soothing your hair as your tears started to dry up. “I’m so sorry.”

“She has your eyes you know.” You pulled back to look up at him, his hands draped around your waist and yours on his chest. “And you attuite.”

“It’s just a winners mentality.” He winked, hoping to make you smile again and much to his luck, it did. 

“It’s a pain in my fucking ass.” You took in his features. He’d grown into himself a little more, looking more mature now than he used to but other than that he was still the Max you’d fallen in love with. “Not to mention how much she loves cars.”

“Oh she’s definitely my child.” He let out a light laugh as he brushed the hairs out of your face. “But she has the beauty of her mother.” 

“And her intelligence.” You smirked. “If she had yours we would well and truly be fucked.”

“You have a point.” Max’s eyes flickered down to your lips. “I really am sorry and I know everything I’ve said doesn’t make up for anything I’ve done but I want to prove to you that I can be the dad she and you need me to be and the dad I want to be.” 

“Actions speak louder than words.” You eyed him up. “You’ll win her over easily but not me.”

“I know but I love you and that alone will get me through it.”

“You really mean that?”

“Yes.” Max stepped closer, cupping your face. “I really do and I know you don’t and you probably don’t want us anymore but -”

“I never stopped loving you Max.” You cut him off. “I needed to and I wanted to but I couldn’t.”

He wanted to kiss you. It wouldn’t make everything disappear but actions speak louder than words, right? He didn’t think much about it, pulling you closer until his lips crashed with yours. Unlike that one drunk night the kiss wasn’t filled with lust or hast, this time it was full of love. It was clear the both of you had wanted this for years. You kissed him back, allowing your hand to snake through his brown locks. 

Max wanted this kiss to last a lifetime, he finally felt whole again and he knew he could keep this feeling if he grafted for you. The pair of you pulled back, looking at one another with longing gazes. “As much as I loved that you won’t win me back that easily.”

“I’ll get on my knees and beg if it meant you’d let me kiss you again, I’ll do it now -” Max started to fall to his knees. 

“Max get up you look like an idiot.”

“I’ve been an idiot for four years, this is nothing.” He looked up at you. 

“At least you’re self aware.” You cracked a smile before grabbing his shoulders and pulling him up to stand. “Do you want to meet her?”

“More than anything.”

“Come on then.” 

Max hadn’t been this excited for years. A smile brighter than the stars formed on his face as the pair of you walked towards the Ferrari garage where Leia was now trying on Charles’ helmet on which was evidently far too big on her making all three of the boys laugh. 

“Leia?” You called to her as Charles’ helped her get out of the helmet. 

“Mummy!” She ran over to you. Kneeling to the floor you took her in your arms. “Charles showed me his helmet.”

“Did he now?”

“I want one!” 

“Well maybe if you’re lucky Santa might bring you one for Christmas.” You smiled at the girl. “What one would you like? A McLaren one or a Ferrari one?” 

She thought hard about the options before speaking. “Santa can pick!” 

“Say McLaren!” Daniel called to the girl, only making her laugh. 

“Leia, do you remember when I told you that daddy was never at home because he was always working?”

“Yeah.” 

“Would you like to meet him?” 

“Yes!” She jumped on the spot, clapping her hands. Max knelt down beside you, her eyes going wide as she looked at the Red Bull driver. 

“Leia,” You turned to Max. “This is Max, your dad.” 

The small girl didn’t waste a second as she flung herself into his arms. Max held onto her tightly, tears started to fall from his eyes. “I’m so sorry daddy was working, he’s been busy -”

“It’s okay daddy.” She evidently warmed up to him faster than you did. “Mummy always said you had work.” 

“But now I’m going to be with you so much more, I promise you.” 

“Will you be home for Christmas?”

Max looked over to you for confirmation. You nodded your head, you wanted him around just as much as she did. “Yes baby I will be.” She only giggled as Max set her down. 

“You drive for Red Bull?” Her small hands traced the logo on his suit. 

“Yes I do, Uncle Daniel used to as well.” 

“When you were very small.” You added. 

“Daddy?”

“Yes my love?”

“Do you love Mummy?”

“He better.” Charles muttered earning him a light shove from Daniel. 

“Yes I do and I love you too.” She fell back into his arms, not wanting to let go of him. 

You finally had your family back together and looking around at Lando, Daniel and Charles’ it was evident that you had a bigger support system then just Daniel. Leia was one lucky girl. 

“Mummy?” Leia turned to you. 

“Yes baby?”

“I want Santa to bring me a Red Bull helmet.”

Great, another racer in the family. 

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Read Part 2 here

[baby-dr1ver]

kinktober <3

overstimulation

max x reader

warnings: smut, as slapping, kinda mean!max, eating out, fingering

Singapore. A fucking disaster. An absolute shit show. 

No one even had the balls to go near the garage knowing that Max was fuming. You side eyed Christian and the egineers as you passed by, knowing it wasn’t truly their fault but, knowing they did nothing to help. You passed Checo and gave him a sympathy pat as he pointed down the hall to Max’s driver room. 

You gently knocked on the door, “Max? Baby? Can I come in?” He grunted and you took it as a yes. You pushed open the door and saw Max sitting their, back to the door and his head down. You could see how tense he was, he held onto all the disappointment knowing his dad had already ripped into him over the phone. 

You softly landed your hand on his back, sitting beside him. “So, that was a shit show.” He let out a startling laugh, “Always know the right thing to say-yeah a fucking shit show.” 

You scratched up his back, massaging the back of his neck. “Well, let’s get back to the hotel so I can make it better.” His head shot up at that, eyes dialated, mouth parted. You giggled and stood up, holding out your hand. He took it and immediately pulled you into a kiss. “I’m gonna ruin you.” He whispered against your lips. 

The ride back to the hotel was hell. Between Max’s wandering hands and every bump in the road, you felt as if you were going to pop. Max knew this, he knew watching you shift foot to foot in the elevator, and even when they approached their room. 

He pushed open the door and nudged you. He slammed the door and in came the demands. “Clothes off, hands and knees. Go. I won’t ask twice.” He didn’t leave room to argue. 

You stripped yourself of your bottoms and shirt, leaving you in a bra and underwear. Max was halfway out of his jacket when he stopped. “I think clothes off means everything sweet girl, are you already to dumb to understand instructions?” You quickly shook your head no and pulled the rest off. You got on your hands and knees on the middle of the bed. You could feel Max’s loomy presence behind you as he left delicate kisses down your back. 

Everything was calm, but he decided to change that with a harsh smack to your ass. You gasped and pulled yourself forward, away from the attack. “Don’t run darling, everythings fine.” As reassuring as he was, you knew there was more to come. 

No words needed to be spoken as he bit your ass and let a trail of spit down to your already sopping wet center. Max pulled your ass apart to open you up, salivating at how you looked.

Back bowed, pussy front and center, dripping wet and ready for the taking. He plunges his fingers in with no warning, letting his thumb control the pleasure on your clit. 

“Max, fuck please slow down I’m gonna-” You let out a small scream as the abuse on your clit never stopped, pushing you to your first orgasm of the night. Except, he didn’t let up. His fingers kept going as he used his other hand to free him of his shirt and unbuckle his pants to relieve the pressure on his growing bulge. He smacked your ass again before flipping you over and kissing you the second time that night. Just as he added another finger, his lips found your nipple and began sucking harshly. You yelped and pushed your chest in his face. 

“Christ love, you’re so fucking wet. Who did this to you?” He smirked and pulled away from your chest, increasing the speed of his fingers. All you could let out was small ‘uh uh’s’ and he didn’t like that. Max slapped your boob and forced you to look at him. “Who did this to you?” 

“You! You Max, only you!” Your body convusled as another orgasm came over you. 

This went on for awhile, he switched between eating you out and only using his fingers. You begged him to slow down-stop, give you a break, anything. 

He pulled from your pussy for a breather. “Why would I do that baby? I haven’t even gotten my cock in you yet”

[formulaa-1]

Begging for a fic of Max being really protective of his gf, especially to his dad. He knows that his dad can be awful, but he absolutely will not let him be awful to his SO. So when Jos makes a comment about reader always being super clingy with max and distracting him from F1, he gets super protective.

one shot🪩 M.V

fem!reader x max verstappen

max is super protective of his girlfriend,and always defends her ,especially from his dad so when jos makes a comment about y/n being clingy and distracting him from his work ,max gets protective <3

🫶🏼Thankyou so much for the request and I’m sorry it’s taken awhile to get round to🫶🏼

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You and max have been dating for almost 3 years and you truly were one of the best couples in the paddock, you were both so supportive of each-other and could always cheer one another up! and most importantly, there was so much love and trust between you both. However the only problem you had was his father, Jos.

Jos would normally make sly comments behind max’s back about how you were always attached to max at the hip and were too ‘clingy’ with him, and usually you would just ignore it and try not to let it bother you, because you tried so hard to get along with him for max’s sake but it was hard when he continued to make comments and knock you down.

you’d never bothered to tell max about it because you knew how protective he can be and you didn’t want to cause any problems between him and his father so you just left it.

That was until max had found you crying in his drivers room after some harsh comments from jos telling you that max could do better and that you were just a distraction. You knew what he was saying wasn’t true, but you still couldn’t help but feel put down by it.

-

“y/n? what’s up baby? what happened” he spoke as he removed your hands from your tear stained face.

“max,I’m fine don’t worry” you sniffled and held his hand.

he quirked a brow and tried to remember if he had done anything to make you feel this way but before he could speak again the door opened.

you quickly tried to wipe your tears away before looking up at the figure who had walked in.

“your engineers want you ,max” Jos spoke.

“typical ,tell them to give me 10 minutes” he rolled his eyes and mumbled.

you kept your eyes glued to the ground as they conversed and picked at your nails waiting for him to leave. Max noticed your behaviour and grabbed your hands brushing his thumb against yours.

“Max! They need you now for goodness sake” he shouted “you can’t just expect them to wait for you just because your girlfriends upset yet again, because she’s not been given attention for 5 minutes!”

Max was furious to say the least. He suddenly realised why you were crying and he had never felt so angry before.

“get out!” he shouted back. “You do not get to make her feel like this ever again! and from now on your not to attend any of my races. i mean it.”

Jos stood in shock at his son and kicked the bin before storming out the room and slamming the door behind him. Max watched as he left and he probably should have felt a sense of guilt, but instead he felt proud of himself for finally standing up to him and not letting him control him anymore.

“maxie” you spoke gently.

max’s eyes softened and he sat down pulling you into his side.

“Y/n I’m so sorry you had to hear that, how long has he been saying things like that to you?”

you debated telling max all the other things he had said but you didn’t want to rile him up further so you just gave him a small smile and a little kiss before telling him it didn’t matter anymore.

“as long as I have you ,it doesn’t matter” you spoke softly.

“I love you”

“I love you too”

authors note- help this is so bad😭😭I’m so bad at one shots guys🤓 I hope this is okay for you tho<3 I hope your all taking care of yourselves , love you all🎀

[xhopelesslyromanticx]

Selfish - Lando Norris x Reader (ft. Oscar Piastri)

Part 2

Masterlist

Part 1 is here. You‘ll have to read it for it to make sense.

Warnings: mentions of violence, blood, alcohol, s*xual indications

summary: Oscar is trying to come to terms with Lando and your past. Well, in Landos opinion he is trying to cut him out so you can move on with your realitionship. But what happens when old things get stirred up and secrets get revealed? Will Lando really give up?

Oscar wasn’t a guy that dealed with his problems with violence. It just wasn’t his character. He didn’t think it was cool. He didn’t think it was manly. He mostly found it embarrassing. He rarely ever got angry. He was composed and that’s what you liked about him. So it embarrassed him to lose control. Especially in front of you. The young driver didn’t want to come of like the bad guy.

Of course you had expected some sort of reaction when he walked into Lando kissing you. Well it wasn’t just a kiss, the Brit was basically feeling you up. Anyone would have been mad. Anyone would have possibly yelled or screamed. You hadn’t expected an outcome to that extent though.

„So that’s everything?“ the Aussie asked, biting the inside of his mouth so hard he felt like he was starting to taste blood. Your response came slow. You only stared at your hands in your lap as you played with the hem of your dress. Nervously fidgeting with the material. It was short. Lando probably wouldn’t have liked it. Oscar was different, he told you you looked great. Maybe even though he was younger, he was more mature than the Brit. Or maybe Oscar was just not as insecure. But you shouldn’t compare the two. You were scared of who‘d end up loosing. He was a good guy, Oscar truly was. He was sitting here after all. Hearing you out after you kissed another guy. Kissed Lando.

„Yes.“ you whispered. You had told him. Everything. That you had kissed Lando or he had kissed you. You didn’t remember or you didn’t wanna remember. Either way you hadn’t stopped the kiss.

„You only kissed this one time since you‘ve been going out with me? Right?“ he wanted to reassure himself. He knew it probably wasn’t easy for you to tell him this. He could tell by the way you avoided his gaze. But Oscar also knew he had a right to ask. He wasn’t being overly jealous. He had seen it with his own eyes. There was no denying anything anymore.

You had avoided him all weekend. He had called you a couple of times. Apologizing for reacting the way he had. But you choose to stay away till the race was over. You didn’t wanna come inbetween the two guys. But that was possibly already to late. Rumors of bad blood on the team already circulated after the internet was plastered videos of Oscar purposely bumping into Lando and the Brit cussing him out in return. The Mclaren drivers still finishing 9th and 10th. Which was an accomplishment comparing the start of the season.

You nodded, looking up at him. Allthough it had only been one time it was still dissapointing. He looked gutted. His eyes couldn’t hide it.

„I’m sorry Oscar. I didnt wanna ruin your night or your weekend.“ you swallowed, god you sounded like a bitch „But I don’t wanna lie to you“

„You still wanna be with me?“ he interrupted you. He wanted to understand why you even came here with him in the first place. You had finally called him back after the race, asking if you could celebrate with him. Wanting to talk mostly and explain what had happened between Lando and you. But Oscar didn’t wanna know. The past was done. He didn’t care, all he knew was that your brother apparently couldn’t know and it was over. He wanted to know for certain it was done.

You looked at the Aussie. Your heart was screaming to tell him no. To call Lando and tell him you loved him still. Lando who you had also completely ignored all weekend. But you couldn’t listen to your heart. It had told you to wait for Lando all these years. You didn’t want to anymore. You were tired. Drained.

„Yes I do.“ you responded, looking at him with teary eyes. Oscar nodded as he looked you in the eyes. He knew you were being truthful. You wanted to be with him. So he planted a kiss on your forehead, not saying anything before getting out the car. You watched him walk around the Mclaren. Fans already snapping pictures from the sidewalk. Your car door opened, his hand reached for yours, you grabbed it. You stepped out as Oscar immediately grabbed you by your waist pulling you into his body before he kissed you, knowing damn well people were taking pictures. Only thing Oscar wasnt aware of. That just hours later Lando would see the pictures. And wonder. Wonder if Oscar knew. Knew everything and yet still forgave you? Did he know you had texted him hours earlier asking if he was okay and telling him you didn’t know what to do. Lando was certain; you didn’t love the Aussie. You liked him but you didn’t love him. You couldn’t. How would you?

„You never told me how you got that blue eye.“ Max enters the hallway as Lando leans against the marble wall of the dim lit alley. Dressed and ready to go out as he scrolls through the endless pictures of you and Oscar on his timeline. His thumb swiping past each them stopping, whenever the angles change. His stomach twisting at the sight. The young guy looks up at his longtime best friend. He had completely forgotten about the eye. It had been talk of the paddock all weekend.

„I bumped into a shelf.“ he had told the countless interviewers that seemingly had nothing better to ask. A fake smile plastered on his lips. The internet already changing his nickname to „Mr. Bumps into shelfs“. Little did they know Lando didn’t actually find it funny. Not when he actually wanted to tell the world the truth but knew he never could.

„Did you see?“ Lando now asksed, his voice low. Monotone. Pretending to not care. He had to know how his best friend felt about it. Max put on his jacket, furrowing his brows as he lookses at the younger guy „See what?“

Landos phone is shoved into his face. The screen so close to his eyes, he has to blink a couple times to see it. A picture. His sister and Oscar. Kissing and looking all loved dovey. It had seemingly been posted just minutes prior with the caption; new couple alert. Max raised his brows, shrugging his shoulder as he turned away and checks himself in the mirror. He had come to terms with your new realitionship. He‘d never be Oscars best friend. But he also didn’t really mind him. It could be worse, right?

„So you‘re not bothered?“ Lando asked not understanding why Max wasn’t fuming.

„Of course it‘s digusting seeing my sister making iut with some guy.“ Max stated, grabbing the housekeys. He opened the front door, stepping out into the already dark night before turning back to Lando. It could be worse. Oscar had a job and manners. He was well raised and respected you. „But he‘s alright I guess. Plus she seems happy.“

Happy? Lando watched you from afar all night long. His heart beating faster every time he saw you. His hands gripping the non-alcoholic beverage in his hand. Lando knew he was being egotistical but he couldn’t handle seeing you with him. But he also knew better than to approach you as he and his friends hung out in their own lounge at the same place you attended. Well, basically everyone was here. Some of the fellow drivers even congratulating Oscar and you. Most of them knowing you, as you had basically attended most races with your brother and Lando.

„She could at least say hello.“ Lando muttered, leaning back on the lounge couch as he took a sip of his drink. Ria next to him, who was touching up her makeup, just shrugging her shoulders in response. It was funny hearing Lando talk like this. In Rias opinion, he had his chance and he blew it. She even encouraged you to be with Oscar „She did say hello to me.“

„He‘s never gonna let me hang out with her-“ Lando stated his fear but was quickly interrupted.

„Well, you’re kind of to blame for that?“ Ria now sighed looking at her friend. Side eyeing Landos blue eye. You had told her everything. She felt kinda sorry for Lando but he had provoked Oscar. He made some poor choices yea but he never intended to lose you as a friend. And with Oscar now in the picture that was bound to happen. At least in Landos mind.

„I didn’t kiss her!“ Lando defended himself, crossing his arms as Rias just let’s out a chuckle. The loud music blasting through the speakers forcing him to basically yell. Lando may have acted all hard and no feelings but Ria knew exactly he couldn’t resist you. He never had been able to. That’s why you two ended up in eachothers arms time after time. It was a toxic cycle. Neither one of you was benefiting from it.

„She begs to differ.“ Ria stated, looking at you standing next to Oscar who’s arm hadn’t left your waist all night. The Aussie looked at you so mesmerized it made Rias heart flutter. Lando just felt nauseous and told himself you eventually get the ick from the guy clearly being head over heels for you. Oscar also made sure to send a glance Landos way every so often. As if to tell him, he better stay back.

„She kissed me back.“ Lando now argues, completely throwing his first statement over the hill. He knew he had initiated it. But you had clearly wanted it, plus you had gladly returned it. Which spoke on it’s own. Lando wasn’t scared if Oscar. His stares didn’t intimidate him. He just knew better than to cause a scene. Especially in front of Max.

„Of course.“ Ria rolled her eyes, done arguing with the stubborn Brit.

„Then why is she here with him?“ Lando asked, smashing his drink onto the table in front of him resulting in a loud thud causing his friends to look at him weirdly. He awkwardly laughed it off, not wanting anyone to know what was going on. Lando could fool most of them. But not Max. Max knew something was wrong when he saw that bruise. He knew something was wrong when Lando spent the last hour, still wearing his jacket and sitting in the corner of this club looking rather bitter.

„Lando.“ Ria sighed, placing her hands on her friends shoulder as she saw his gutted face while he watched you kiss Oscar„Maybe he‘s just what she needs right now. Okay?“

What you needed? How could you need that?

Lando watched you and Oscar basically all night. The Aussie hanging onto you like a trained puppy, kissing your cheek and shoving his tounge down your throat at any given chance. It was disgusting and totally inappropriate. Not even his parents acted like that. Lando also felt like that level of clinginess wasn’t your style at all. It was clear to Lando that Oscar was insecure. Insecure that Lando was there.

Lando ended up making out with some blonde girl, who he wouldn’t even remember the name of the next day. It was more to show Max that he was fine as the Brit had tried to ask him whats wrong all night long. The Mclaren driver couldn’t tell him that he was losing his mind. Losing his mind watching you with Oscar. The dj suddenly started playing slow songs for the couples on the dance floor. Wasn’t this supposed to be a party? When Lando heard the lyrics of Glimpse of us he knew he had to get out of there.

„I‘ll get the car.“

Lando waited outside of the already emptying nightclub. It was late and there where mostly just blackout drunk people which meant no one recognized him and he was fine to stand there and wait for his car to arrive as people strolled past him. He paced up and down, checking his phone to see he had already gotten a text from that girl he had made out with. He cursed himself for having given her his number. He didn’t even notice you at first, stumbling out the night club just holding your phone in your hand as you frantically texted someone. Eyes glued on the screen, completely ignoring the outside world.

Lando watched you from afar, no Oscar in sight. He knew better than to walk up to you. You’d just yell at him and be rude. He didn’t want any of that now. His patience close to zero. Plus he was tiree. That’s when he noticed some douchebag guys next to you, clearly checking you out. Lando shifted on his feet as they stared you up and down, making stupid comments. Lando rolled his eyes as he saw you didn’t notice to focused on your phone. God you had to be a little more careful the guy thought. But he tried to keep his cool. It worked until he heard one of them drop an absolutely disgusting comment about you.

Lando couldn’t help himself, he walked over to you. Taking off his jacket and putting it over your shoulders, trying to cover at least some part of your body. You looked up, thinking it was Oscar only to see Lando stand there. You open your mouth, wanting to take the piece of clothing off but Landos hand stops your movements.

„Shh. Dont say anything.“ he gestured to the group of men behind you „I‘m just trying to protect you.“

You swallowed now fully aware of the stares you were getting as you stared the guys down. It made you uncomfortable or even scared. You never admit but you were happy Lando was here right now.

„Thanks.“ you mumbled, crossing your arms as you took a step back to ensure some space between the two of you. Lando noticed, he knew you never did that before. Things were already changing. Your eyes checking the entrance, probably looking for Oscar.

He wished he could tell the Aussie that he had to be more careful. He couldn’t let you out here alone. Especially not dressed like this. It wasn’t that Lando felt like the dress was to blame for the occasion. Some men just had no respect no matter what a woman wore. But he was aware that it caught the attention of most guys. Including the bad ones. That’s why he‘d sometimes tell you he didn’t like certain clothes. Not to be a se*ist prick. He was just looking out for you and he always would. No matter if Oscar liked it.

The Aussie walked out the club, finally having gotten both your jackets. The line had been so long, seemingly everyone leaving the club at the same time. He was also carrying your handbag, his hands full when he spotted you stand there. Oscars expression stern when he saw Lando just next to you. You weren‘ talking though. Lando was just looking at you. But the sheer fact he even was talking to you plus the brits jacket being wrappe around your shoulder, it was enough to drive Oscar mad.

„Wanna tell me what this is?“ Oscar approached you, gesturing to the jackt around your shoulder. You were surprised, looking at him opening your mouth wanting to explain Lando was just helping you. But you couldn’t, Lando concluding he had to help you.

„I was looking out for her.“ Lando responded, crossing his arms. He knew he wasn’t in the wrong for looking out dor you. He wouldn’t ever apologize for it. He hated that tone of Oscars. He shouldn’t talk to you like this. Lando didn’t even notice how patient Oscar had been. He was to blind to see that the younger guy wasn’t the problem between the two of you. He was a good guy. He never got angry at you and always gave you a chance to explain.

„You shouldn’t let her go out like that and then leave her alone at some curb.“

Oscar couldn’t believe what Lando was saying. He was painting him once again to be some douchebag. Just like when he accused him of picking up drunk girls. Now the Aussie just knew the reasoning behind the empt and honestly laughable accusations. Lando was bloody jealous and you could see it. Also Oscar had looked out for you. l He had basically stuck to your side all night. But Oscar didn’t say anything. He had learned to stay silent when he needed to. He took the jacket of your shoulder throwing it towards Lando. He then wrapped his own one around your shoulder actually undesrtanding the point of it. You mumbling a small thanks, avoiding Landos stares.

Just as you and Oscar were about to get into his car, the Aussie opened the door for you and closed it behind you once you stepped in. He got to the drivers side but before getting in he made sure to look at Lando one last time „Just let it go Lando. Honestly.“

„Absoluetly not!“ you entered the room nervously. In your hand a paper bag filled with the most scandalous lingere you had ever seen. Ria was laying on you bed, scrolling through her phone while you walk in. She looked up at you standing there in a set of bright red lace underwear that you would have sworn off ever wearing in the past. Oh, how things change.

„Oh my god!“ Ria squealed, sitting up with her mouth hanging wide open. The brown haired woman looked you up and down, not believing the sight. She knew you were stunning but right now she saw you in a totally different light. Like if she was a guy, she‘d get onto her knees begging for that.

„Woman! You look absolutely smoking hot!“ she yelled, not caring the door was basically wide open as you just had gotten back from your bathroom. Trying on the endless option of underwear Ria had brought you from some store in London. You did have underwear but more of the simple kind. Or as Ria had called it; conservative.

Ria was helping you. You had come to your friend with a problem. It was almost so embarrassing, you couldn’t get it out „We haven’t done it yet.“

Ria hadn’t react badly. That’s what you loved about her. She never judged. Even when you had cried in her arms for Lando a million times. She always acted like ut was the first time. So you weren’t suprised that she was super understanding, telling you that it was okay and actually quite a good sign. Oscar seemingly was serious about you if he didn’t mind not having s*x right away. Ria also didn‘t ask for a reason, but she knew it was probably more you than the Aussie. Knowing men usually weren’t as complicated. So your friend tried to encourage you. Getting you new lingere in hopes to boost your confidence. To remember who you were.

„I don’t know.“ you looked at your reflection in your full body mirror „This isn’t me.“

„What do you mean?“ she jumped up standing behind you „You look like a goddess. The boy‘s gonna stutter.“

You chuckled, knowing there was some truth to that. That would actually be such an Oscar thing to do. Maybe it was difficult to be with him as he wasn’t exactly dominant himself. Oscar always wanted to make sure you were comfortable and never went further if he felt like you weren’t. It was cute in a way, but you also needed someone to lead you. That’s what you were used to.

„I just think Oscar could get the wrong picture.“ you sighed looking back at Ria „Like I‘m much more experienced.“

„Well?“ Ria furrowed her brows „You do have some experience right?“

You chewed the inside of your mouth. This was embarrassing.

„Yes.“ you stated, knowing that sounded like a lie „But like not… Not a lot.“

Ria smiled, unsure of what you were hinting at „Meaning?“

„I only ever slept with Lando.“

„What!“ Ria yelled, and you immediately covered her mouth not wanting the whole house to hear. Well only Lando was home but he was the last person that should know it. You had kept your distance from him. It was hard when you live in the same house. But you had managed by keeping yourself as busy as possible. You look at Ria as her eyes were wide open. You giggle as she mumbles against your hand „You only slept with Noriss?“

„I know it’s embarrassing.“ you sighed, crossing your arms. But the girl immediately grabbed your shoulders in a comforting manner.

„No!“ she stated, shaking her head. She actually couldn’t believe how much Lando must have meant to you. It mad her mad to know he broke your heart. He was still somehow doing it „I‘m just mad he has hold that much power over you. Like every guy would want you Y/n.“

„Maybe.“ you sighed, looking at your reflection „But I don’t want every guy.“

You tip toed your way to the bathroom, right next to your room. Just as Landos bedroom door that was right opposite yours bursts open. He was in there? You try to cover yourself up with your hand but it doesn’t work.

„F*ck.“ you mutter trying to open the bathroom door, but its to late. Lando stands there. Looking at you surprised. He looks you up and down as you stand there frozen. He can’t help but smirk. Had he heard? God you had to be bright red.

„Wow.“ Lando nodded, running his finger through his hair thats out in every direction. The brit isn’t even sure what to say. He had never seen you like this. You had always been more cute in a away. Not that daring. „You look-“

„Don’t say anything!“ you interrupted him, crossing your arms over your chest. You weren’t gonna be able to handle any immature and inappropriate comment from him right now. Lando pressed his lips together. He wouldn’t have said anything bad. But he knew he shouldn’t compliment you. He had to control himself from looking you up and down once again. So the brit just nodded taking a deep breath „I won‘t“

„Okay.“ you stated, finally turning the knob of the bathroomdoor, your back facing Lando now. A glance behind. His eyes were clearly not were they were supposed to be.

„Lando!“ you scolded the guy whos eyes had landed on your ass as soon as you turned around. Typical.

„Well, it‘s-“His eyes mer yours as he held up his hands in defense. A big grin creeping on his face. „Sorry?“

The smell of fresh pizza had filled the whole house. You had walked down the stairs, a bag of your belongings in your hand. Checking your phone, to see you still had some time before Oscar was expecting you. You had literally spent hours in the shower since Ria left. Shaving every part of your body, exfoliating and doing the most to feel fresh. Which worked. You felt beautiful that night. Like something big was gonna happen. Following the absoluetly delicious smell, you walked into the living room where there was a big kitchen. No one ever cooked in this house so you were surprised at the sight.

Lando was standing behind the kitchen counter. Wearing nothing but grey sweatpants as he was preparing what looked like some chocolate covered strawberries. A closed bottle of wine on the countertop. Two glasses?

„Expecting company?“ you asked, furrowing your brows as you leaned against the door frame. The brit looked at you. You couldn’t help but let out a giggle. His hair was white from what looked like flour and his once white shirt, splattered in tomato sauce as it was layed over the kitchen sink. Was it the girl he had made out in the night club with? God you shouldn’t care.

„No. Well, yes but she just cancelled.“ Lando shrugged his shoulders, turning up the volume of his jazz music playing in the background. He seemed happy. Happier than you had seen him in a while.He had even set the table with candles outside as the sun began to set over the ocean view.

„Wow.“ you entered the kitchen, placing your huge bag on the marble counter. You looked at Lando with a questioning look. Something was surely up. You hadn’t ever seen Lando so- So grown up? “ You re really trying to impress this girl, huh?“

Lando nodded as he licked his lips. He couldn’t see past it. The curled hair. The lipstick. The perfume. The lace of your bra peeking through your white dress.

„So are you.“

You blushed, tugging your hair behind your ear as you looked at the floor, avoiding eye contact. It’s embarassing when someone knows you’re trying hard. And Lando knew. He saw you at your worst. He knew how you looked with no makeup. He knew how you looked when you woke up. He knew how you looked when you were violently sick after partying and he was holding up your hair for you. Lando knew you were trying.

„Don’t- Not that it matters.“ Lando added wiping his hands on the kitchen towel. He hesitated before deciding he had nothing to lose anyways „I like this one better.“

You knew what he meant. The white lace of your bra, slightly peeking through your dress. You knew it was inappropriate for him to tell you this. You couldn’t react. Remembering you had a boyfriend. A boyfriend who said he respected yours and Landos friendship as long as it was just a friendshipy. You mumbled a small thanks, thanking god as you were saved by the sound of the oven beeping.

„You wanna eat? I made plenty?“ Lando asked, opening the oven door as he took out to perfectly baked pizzas. Maybe it was that you absolutely loved pizza or that you had aome spare time left anyways. Maybe it was you felt sorry for Lando as he clearly had taken time and got stood up but something inside you made you nod „Yes, why not.“

Your small hand covered the rim of your glass as a drop of wine lands on the white table cloth. Lando laughed as you shook your head in protest „No Lando! I still need to drive.“

It was already dark out. It had gotten a little cold so you were cuddled up in your blanket as you sat opposite Lando. Some pizza still left on your plate, you were absoluetly stuffed. You had had a decent amount of wine though. Lando and you spent the las hour talking. It was like it used to be. Just easy and lighthearted conversations. No force or awkwardness. He never mentioned Oscar. Never mentioned your problems. It was nice. So nice you had even told the Aussie you would be a little late. Not telling him that you were having dinner with Lando of course.

„Oh, you’re not gonna be able to drive anyway!“ he furrowed his brows, signaling the nearly empty bottle of expensive wine. You had drank too much already, it would be hours before you sobered up.

You sighed removing your hand from your glass in defeat as Lando filled your glass a pleased smirk on his face „See that‘s what im talking about.“

„I‘ll take a taxi I guess.“ you mumbled taking another sip of the beverage.

It felt good to leave your worries to the side for a moment. Especially now that it was just you and Lando. It felt like it was fine. Like you‘d never had fought. It was a good moment. When something hit you. It had been like this before. You had felt so special. Lando treated you like you were the only girl in the world and yet, tonight he would have done this all for someone else. Like none of it ever mattered. It was all fake. It wasn’t for you. It never had been. You were not special.

„Can I ask you something?“ you asked, listening to the quiet music coming from inside. Somehow you felt angry at the thought of him having done this for some twat when you never got treated right. You bit your lips, looking at Landos face through the candle light.

„Yes?“

„Do you regret it?“ you blurted out It was probably the wine talking. But you couldn’t even bother your impulsive thoughts taking over.

„Regret what?“

„Me.“

It was silent. The sound of the wind, hitting the pool water along with the piano playing inside all you could hear.

Lando placed his glass on the white table cloth. He looked at you, disappointed as he got up. The Brit grabbed his plate as he walked inside, not saying a single word.You were stunned. Offended, unwinding from your blanket as you stumbled inside your glass in your hand. God you shouldn’t drink so much.

„Why the f*ck wont you answ-“

„Why do you have to f*cking ruin it?“ he yelled back throwing his plate into the kitchen sink. You looked taken aback. How were you ruining it? He was the one that treated you like you didn’t matter.

„Ruin what Lando? You acted like I meant nothing-“

„Would I do all of this if you didn’t matter! Do you really think I do all of- F*ck!“ he yelled, his hand hitting the marble counter in anger without looking. A crushing sound. Glass splattered everywhere. He had just smashed his hand into a wine glass.

You looked stunned. Not just about what had happened. Also what Lando had just revealed.He had done this for you? Your mind was filled with endless questions. You wanted to open your mouth when you start noticing the sheer amout of blood running down his hand. Your ears ringing at the sight of it.

Without hesitation you saw a towel on the counter as you stumbled around the counter. Grabbing it you even spilled wine over your white dress before you grabbed Landos hand, pressing the cloth against the cuts in hopes to stop the bleeding. Lando took a sharp breath clearly in pain as he slightly pulled back „You’re gonna ruin it.“

„God It’s a towel Lando!“

„No! The dress!“ he argued as blood had already landed on the white material along with the splatters of wine. It looked like something straight out of a horror movie.

„Doesn’t matter. Not gonna leave you now.“ you look into his eyes. He looks, relieved? You let it go. thinking he just is in pain. It‘ quiet. The music stopped. You swear you could feel Landos pulse. His hand pressed against your stomach.

Oscar. Will have to cancel for tonight. Call you tomorrow. Sorry.

Recieved at 9:35 PM

[ver33stappen]

M. Verstappen || Christmas presents

In which: Max and family celebrating Christmas trying to convince y/n to get their daughter and kart and it’s all just fluffy

Genre: fluff

Requested: yes - no

Warnings: mentions of Christian Horner, max being too cute for this world, pregnancy , abortion, Jos verstappen

DECEMBER 24TH 2022

When max had found out you were pregnant 8 months into your relationship it had been a rocky path for the both of you. The questions on wether to keep it and wether we would be good parents as max travels around a lot for his job. It was a lot to take in.

Max’s career was only really just flourishing and making the decision had to be one of the toughest things. Jos hated the idea, believed it would ruin max’s whole racing career but considering max was madly in love with you he mustered up the courage to say he wants to keep it just as you were about to drive to get the baby aborted

But looking back on it you’re extremely happy that you’d decided to keep it. On June 3rd 2019 Amelia Jane Verstappen was born and the 2 of you couldn’t be any happier.

“Mummy mummy” you looked down to see a girl with dirty blonde hair and y/e/c eyes, starring right at you.

“Yes schatz? What’s up” you kneeled down onto the kitchen floor moving a strand of Amelia’s hair behind her ear

“Can we make Chrissy cookies for Santa tonight” you giggled at the fact she wasn’t able to make out the word Christmas but nevertheless went along with it

“Of course we can my dear, we also have to make some for the reindeers” you smiled picking her up and lifting her onto the kitchen bench where she sat cross legged

“Okay, can you please pour this cup of flour into the bowl” you asked the 3 year old who was having a hard time with the glass measuring cup, you helped her hold it making sure she wouldn’t break it

Suddenly Amelia poured all the flour in making the powdery substance go everywhere, especially both of your faces

“EMMY” you said horrified with her in a fit of laughter “mama you look like a ghost it’s not Halloween” she started laughing as I tried wiping the flour off my face

“What happened here” max started wheezing as he sat in the entrance of the door way in a white t shirt and Grey sweat pants

“Daddy!” The little girl exclaimed grabbing the air indicating for max to pick her up

Max ran over to her and then put her on the couch grabbing a blanket.

“schatz can you please make some hot chocolate” max asked sweetly

“You’re Lucky i love you” I rolled my eyes

“Hold on, My Cookie helper has ditched me. Emmy you wanted to make cookies and now you’ve left mummt to do it by herself!” I exclaimed pouting

“Tough love mama” the little girl laughed god she was so sassy and she got it from her father. max smirked looking toward me about to loose it.

“Hey, der weihnachtsmann schaut dir zu!” Santa is watching you

I finally finished making the cookies and popped them in the oven, Emmy had made a mess decorating them. Sprinkles and icing were everywhere.

I had made the hot chocolate for the 2 of them and then Emmy went off to bed hoping for Santa in the morning.

As I was about to finish cleaning up max came over and hugged me from behind. Peppering my neck with kisses.

“Du bist sehr schön” you are very pretty max whispered making my heart flutter

Every time I stared into those eyes of his my heart fluttered just like a teenager in love.

I turned around and kissed him as he propped me up onto the counter.

“You know.. Emmy’s gone to bed” he smirked at me, I started shaking my head and refused

“No no no no, it’s late, Santa comes tomorrow. I have a few jobs to finish up but get into bed and I’ll be there soon” I kissed his nose as he rolled his eyes unravelling himself from my waist

Just then I got a notification on my phone. “You have missed your period for one week, are you pregnant” I read the message and my stomach dropped

I had missed it but max and I were being safe so I was really confused. Maybe that’s why I had been feeling sick in the mornings lately. Or maybe I was reading too much into it.

I walked into the bathroom, pregnancy tests on hand always just to be safe. I peed on the stick and god the wait felt like an eternity.

The timer went off the the test sat there in words it had said “positive” I took another 2 to be sure, all with the same reply.

I grabbed a box from the cupboard put the test inside and put a little note “to max: merry Christmas”

I put it under the tree and now the night awaits

DECEMBER 25TH 2022

I woke up with max and his body wrapped around me as Emma jumped up and down on our bed “mama mama mama daddy daddy it’s chrissy” she was shouting and screaming

“It is too! Let’s go see what Santa brought” max said smiling at his daughter

Oddly enough I saw a massive box and a smaller box in terribly wrapped paper under the tree that I definitely had not put there i tilted my head in confusion as Emmy ran toward it

She ripped it open and it was a racing cart along with maxes helmet from when he had won the first world championship

“Max” I slapped his shoulder, we had agreed to not to get her a cart until she was 7 which theoretically was the age she can first start driving

“But she’s so cute look at her” max whispered back looking at the blonde with the helmet completely drowning her head. “I’m just like daddy” she laughed “max she’s going to hurt herself!” Max just laughed and said “well she will be learning from the world champion so chances are slim”

Max went over and helped her, showing all the parts of the kart. She has gotten a couple gifts from uncle Charles, uncle Daniel and the rest of the drivers as they had all loved her

I saw max pick up the box I had put out last night that was labelled to him, he raised an eyebrow and then opened it. His face had dropped and then looked at mine for confirmation, i just nodded and he came over and kissed me and then my stomach

“Ewww” Emmy showed a face of disgust

“Emmy you’re going to be a big sister” max said with eagerness

“Huh” she asked

“She’ll get it later” max shrugged but then smiling back at me pulling me in for a kiss

“How long have you known” he looked up at me, “since last night”

“You should’ve told me, I would’ve bought 2 karts” he laughed

I rolled my eyes

“Mummy can I have pancakes” emmy asked politely

“Schatz let mama rest, I will cook the pancakes” max picked her up

“But your pancakes taste ew” she fake threw up and I laughed

“Hey they’re not that bad!” Max rolled his eyes starring at me

To be honest I couldn’t have had a better Christmas, right here with our happy little family.