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breaking down the barriers (let's cause a conflict of interest)

max verstappen - team principal au

tags: smut/pwp, driver!reader, age gap (20s/40s), team principal!max, power dynamics, missionary, praise, hero worship, max knows what he wants and he will get it

he doesn't like your little boyfriend, the guy who was proud arm candy for you. he was a dazzling italian boy who you met during the start of your career - to max, he was just a failed f1 driver living out the life through you - you deserved better. deserved a better man, a lover who could provide, take care of you.

a man like max verstappen.

but, he remembered being young. being stupid, being with people he probably shouldn't have been with. but max knew what your best interests were. and you needed someone responsible. and who was more responsible than a man with five world champions and a team under his belt.

"she doesn't want to talk to you anymore, mate. i suggest you take a hike, for her best interest... and yours." he said bluntly with that smile that dazzled the press for decades.

you were a sniffling mess, nearing tears as you sat on the couch. it was the weekend of the british grand prix, and your boyfriend just ghosted you - but have no fear, max was here.

"i don't get it, sir. what did i do wrong?" you wiped your eyes, "i thought i was a good girlfriend, he said it was the best for our careers." you shuddered a sigh.

max came to the couch and handed you a few tissues, "that is part of the game." he reached out and cupped your cheek, "you sacrifice mind, body and soul for a win."

"is that why you never got married, sir?" you said, then pouted, "am i never going to get married?" it sounded so innocent come from you, max found it oh-so endearing. it was cute. he sat down and took the tissues from you to wipe your eyes.

"well, how about you give a world championship and i'll marry you." he said with slight humour in his tone. but in total fairness, he wasn't exactly joking. he didn't want to scare you.

you chuckled lightly, "i think it would be a conflict of interest, sir. i don't want you in trouble with the fia." you had a small smile, "plus, i'd make a bad wife."

max put the tissues on the table and leaned back against the couch. his arm stretched over the back of it, close to you. he replied, "no such thing. you'd be lovely. i think you need someone who understands our world better. it's not easy, i know. lost too many lovely women because the sport came first.'

you nodded, eager for advice from you boss. you sighed, "i wish more men were like you, mister verstappen." even after all this time on his team, knowing max in general, he was still mister verstappen.

max reached for you once more and rubbed his cheek with his thumb, you never realized how big his hands were. how strong they were, how strong all of him was. you swallowed, max's keen eye noticed.

you daringly asked, "can you stay with me tonight, sir? i don't want to be alone." your friends weren't here, neither was your family. all alone except for your team, except for max.

"of course." he leaned in a little bit more, he noticed how you relaxed against his touch. he eyed your lips for a moment and smiled softly before he went in a kissed you on the lips.

he half expected a firm punch to the head. but, instead you wrapped your arms around him and he got his arms around your middle. the kiss, which sound of lasted moments, lingered. it grew hungry, like you two were on the same page. your short nails dragged across his shoulders while he got you into his lap.

when eventually you both pulled away, you looked into his blue eyes. you were seated in his lap, your hands held tightly onto the verstappen.com branded t-shirt. you swallowed, "this isn't right... we could get in trouble."

"let the fia fine me, take all my money. it won't stop me from fucking you tonight." he said before he went in for another searing kiss. you moaned against his lips and he held onto your behind to keep you steady.

a driver and her older team principal, that would make headlines for weeks. but it was no secret that max liked you better, you were the first choice that he ever had for a driver. yes, he found you attractive in the team gear. yes, he fantasized about you at any given chance. yes, he wished he could boot your teammate out of the second seat and make you the sole star of the team.

let the press gossip, let the online fourms be littered with accusations, let the fia slap fine after fine on the team and the man himself. max didn't care because as he pushed you down on the bed and took his shirt off - there was nothing that could stop max verstappen from gorging himself on your sweet, sweet cunt. the pussy that had plagued him for months at this point.

you looked at him as he worked his belt. your t-shirt was off and you were left in a high impact sports bra. your eyes looked beautiful, gleamed with a certain lust for him that he knew that he couldn't deprive you of.

"you'll be good for me?" he asked softly, "i don't know why i'm asking. of course you will, my future champion." he reached for you and ran his thumb across your bottom lip.

you nodded, "yes, sir."

he pulled his hand away and got the belt out of the loops of his jeans, "look at you - so well behaved." he watched you get out of your clothes before he finished getting out of his.

"i try to be, sir. you always know best, and i trust you." you swallowed. this was not the brightest idea, to let your boss have sex with you. careers ended over lesser crimes. but you were both adults, and you couldn't deny. there was an allure to max verstappen.

you had his posters on your walls as a teenager. you had a hoodie with his 2023 car on it, and wore it everywhere. you wanted to be him, and he saw something in you that no other team wanted to take a chance on. he was your idol turned boss, now he was your boss turned lover as he got into bed with you.

his soft hands grazed your skin, and his lips touched where his hands didn't. he felt you up tenderly, like you were fragile. and it only made something curl in your core more. it excited you - you were no virgin, but to have sex with a man who carried so much power left you more excited than you ever were with another lover.

"look at you." he said as he grabbed your ass a little rougher, "they say the most beautiful thing on the track is the cars, but they haven't see you. hiding behind the baggy driver's suit and that big helmet. my logo across your skin." he kissed your jaw, "a last name that suits you."

you swallowed, "we can't get married, sir."

"i know, conflict of interest. but a man my age can dream, no? never was married, never had a wife." he touched you once more, "never had someone understand my world the way you do, my little champion."

you took him by the face, his facial hair felt nice against your fingers. you pulled him in for another heated kiss and you rubbed your thighs together at the feeling. the anticipation for what was to come.

he put you onto your back and when he pulled away, he admired your expression for a moment, "your kisses are addictive. it'll be hard not to ask for one with all the cameras on us." before he went in for another one, he added, "but i'll find ways."

you two made out some more while max got between your legs. your hips lifted and your legs wrapped around his waist. he admired you once more before he pulled back and hiked your legs a little higher around his waist. he licked his lips, your eyes gleamed in the yellowing light of the bedroom - there was a loveliness to your gaze that pulled max in.

he was a smart man from brandishing his teeth at the pathetic boy you called a boyfriend, scare off the weak so he could have his prize. he got himself into you, slowly inched.

his mouth hung open for a moment, the wetness and the squeeze on his cock excited him. of course you'd feel this good. he was smart to sign you for a several year contract and he was smart to sink his achy cock into your pussy.

"max!"

that was what he liked to hear, his name on your lips. stripped of formality, casual like lovers like he wouldn't be in your ear all weekend to ensure a proper victory.

"say my name."

"max, fuck, max!" you chirped as he started to move against you. he shuddered with sexual desire for you - this was his prized driver, on her back, legs open just for him.

he leaned forward and clutched onto the hotel covers under you, he moved against you with heavy thrusts. a deep, burning desire for you coursed through his blood. this was what he needed, while he didn't expect to fall in love with you when he signed you - but that had all changed.

you had grown from a nervous rookie to a driver worthy of taking it all home. a driver worthy for max's treatment both on and off the track.

he moved his hips against you, he worked himself against you with heavy thrusts. the bed shifted partially under the force of his movements, the headboard tapped against the wall. he didn't need to wake up the entire floor, but maybe next time he'll fuck you in his room - a room that was often a bit further away from the rest of the team.

"you have no idea how much i worshiped you, max." you said between heavy pants, "i adored you. i wanted to be you." you swallowed as you felt his burning gaze on you. your cheeks were flushed and your body felt sweaty.

"i was your idol."

you looked at him and replied, "i wanted to be the best and get your praise." it felt weird to acknowledge that, the part of you that yearned for the praise of the great max verstappen, a man who made driving look easy. who took a bucket of a car and sailed it to victory - the champion of all champions.

he pushed back your hair from your face and kissed your forehead while he continued to fuck you, his thrusts gained a bit more speed as the bed rocked further, "what? that i think you're the only driver that could break my records? that i put you in a great car so you could drive laps around the competition? that i want you to be the best because deep down i know that you are."

you moaned a little louder and you two then shared another heated kiss. he held onto the covers for leverage as he continued to thrust up into you. your thighs clenched around his waist. you held your hips raised to give him the best angle to fuck you, the angle that made your vision blue from the intensity of the pleasure.

the two of you continued to fuck one another, the pleasure built between you two with heavy thrusts from one another. the kisses grew messier, the moans grew in noise, and the desperate need for one another only mounted. it was like the months of you on the team were mounted to a moment of pure climax - max saw you worthy as a driver, as a winner.

and you yearned to make him proud.

the pleasure continued, you reached for your team principal and clutched onto his shoulders tightly. he held onto your hips and moved himself further against you.

"you make me proud every race, that's why i've yearned for you so badly." he kissed your cheeks, feeling the heat under his lips. you were both sweaty, heated from the sex.

you clutched onto him tighter, you tensed up. pleasure crossed your expression as he fucked you. the feeling of his cock, the tightness of his grip, his words of praise. it all fueled your mind as the pleasure came to a head.

"fuck," you whimpered, "max."

the way you looked at him in your blissed out state, how he admired you with each heavy stroke of his cock. you looked like a dream, this was heaven to him. he went in for another searing kiss before he thrusted a few more times. he then finished inside of you with a tension in his body.

he broke the kiss and clutched onto your hips tightly as as he finished. those blue eyes hazy with pleasure, but still drank in the sight of you.

you were both sweaty, hot with little air circulation in the bedroom. it smelled like sex. max pulled out and kissed you on your forehead before he went to open a window to let some of the cooler air get through the room.

when he was back in bed with you, he got you under the covers. he threw them over you to protect your nudity in case your teammate came crashing in or something akin to that.

he peppered your face and neck with kisses. he held you tightly in his strong arms. he was still a man to admire.

"you're better than my ex." you said softly.

he smiled with his lips close to your temple. he gave you a firm squeeze, "and i'll keep being better, and you'll keep being my champion."

years later and three championships later. you were all smiles at the final press conference of the season. seated in front of the reporters, the final win you needed to secure your fourth world champion title.

"so what are the future plans?" one reporter asked.

there was a tick of silence, you could feel the gaze of your lover from off stage. you sat up a little straighter and replied, "well, this will actually be my last season." you smiled like you were the sun itself, "my contract with verstappen racing is coming to an end... and we're not going to renew it because me and max verstappen are getting married." then held up your hand and showed off the ring he proposed with over the summer break.

"racing has been fun, but this is the next chapter for both of us!" <3

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bunny-jpeg · 7 months ago

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hi bunny! can i please have cream puffs with a side of tonic water served by max verstappen

thank you love you <33

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want to submit your own order? then hit up the menu! there are tons of options to choose from! thank you so, so much for all i've received! as for the anon, i hope that you love this! i love the combination of prompts. this is technically a team principal!max au, but not the main one i'm currently writing. this is just a fun little side!

cream puffs ("let me finish inside.") + tonic water (age gap) served by max verstappen (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, team principal!max, team principal au, driver!reader, breeding/pregnancy, pool sex, age gap (20s/40s), unprotected sex, incorrect info about sex (!!)

maybe it was wrong for max verstappen to ogle at his new driver. maybe it wasn't the brightest ides to let her prance around the pool like an excited puppy. people would talk. it didn't help that you were wearing the loosest definition of a bikini, he swore that he saw of your nipples peek out of the top.

you were splashing and laughing the pool, kicking around and having the time of your life. all while max was trying to focus on an email he was writing. but that was hard, about as hard as his cock that strained in his swim trunks.

max prided himself on focus, and integrity. he was a strong drive of a good character. but with you all judgement was clouded.

"c'mon, mister verstappen. let's play mermaids." you said with excitement in your tone. max knew that closest pool you had growing up was the public one in your neighourhood. so to have one all to yourself for the afternoon left like a luxury. even with the large contract you had with verstappen racing, the smallest things excited you.

max assumed at this point in his career that he was used to luxury. he had enough money to start a racing team after years of racing. but, to you, this was all new and exciting. it made max want to spoil you.

max looked up from his phone, "i'm a little busy."

you sighed, you were up against the edge of the pool. he could picture your pretty breasts pressed against the tiles. you said, "it's off season, sir. stop being an over-worker an let's have some fun! all you do is work, work, work!"

"and what is your idea of fun?" he asked.

you looked adorable as you responded with, "mermaids!"

max couldn't argue with that. so his phone was soon left on the table before he took off his t-shirt and ended up in the pool with you in just his swim trunks. your swam over and wrapped your arms around him.

"see, isn't this fun?" you asked as you held him. max believed you were a temptress in disguise. a devil dressed like an angel.

he was in the water for you as you held onto him tightly. you were alluring in the most perfect way possible. he leaned in to kiss you with his hands on your hips. team principals didn't kiss their drivers, but with the high walls around the house. it was your little secret.

you giggled against the kiss, "sir!"

"you're teasing me, angel." he replied as he kissed you more. they got a little more heated as his grip on you tightened. you squirmed a little, but he held tightly onto you. he had kissed you before, usually in private. on the track he usually got his fix where he could.

"i just wanted to play in the water, sir." you pouted. you were a horrible actress, this was the least convincing performance you had done so far.

"i think you wanted more." he replied. he was hard in his trunks as he worked to get your bottoms off to give him easy access to your slick core. you whined and he beamed at you. he knew you so well.

he learned very early on how to read your expressions, your poker face was horrible. you wore everything on your face and on your sleeve. he knew you very well, more than he knew your teammate and other driver.

"mister verstappen." you moaned as he held you in the water.

he got his trunks off and rubbed his cock up against your pussy. it excited him. being in the warm water didn't help either. he said, "let me finish inside."

"but!"

he replied, "you can't get pregnant in a pool." and as a response you wrapped your legs around his waist and with a few tries he sank his cock inside of you. his size was impressive and it made you warm all over.

it felt like a slice of heaven. it felt like home, and it made you moan loudly.

you believed him, so you let him take you bare in the pool at his over priced house in monaco. your hands were in his short hair as he fucked up into you. even at close to double your age, he fucked like a young man. you yanked on his near blond hair and he groaned. just as he knew your body, you knew his. you knew that the famed max verstappen liked to have his hair pulled.

you moaned against one another, the kisses were hot and the noises got louder. you whimpered while he moaned against you. he loved the feeling, the intensity of your fucking. the thought of playing in the water was long forgotten as he moved against you. rutted up into you in a way that made you feel good all over. his face was against your breasts and he could feel your hard nipples through our bikini top.

your back arched with a heated want for the man inside of you. you yanked on his hair a little more as he bit your left nipple through the swimsuit which made your toes curled. he managed to mark you a your breasts a little in the areas that weren't covered by the bikini top. his groaned made you feel hotter.

"please, sir."

you felt amazing. you made a primal part of his brain sing with the idea of having you with him for a lifetime. he yearned for you, he wanted you in ways that only a lover could. to keep you as his. he was close to double your age, but he was deeply in love with you. a marvel on the track and in his arms. anyway he's have you. he's take it, even if it was unprotected sex in his pool.

you held onto him as you rolled your hips. you moaned louder and felt the pleasure course through you. down to your very core. your hadn't met a man like max before and you would never after. you panted heavily and max drank in the feeling. to have you like this, this was what heaven was.

"mister-"

"sh, sh, just call me max. just max, my angel." he said through a tense jaw as he picked up the pace. he wasn't going to last much longer. it wasn't long before you felt the grip of pleasure through you. the heightened feeling of his cock up inside of you. you came with a sharp moan that made max tense up. you always sounded so pretty on the edge of climax.

"please mister! miste-max!" you whined through orgasm and max kept his pace inside of you. your tightness around him almost made him choke on air. it all felt amazing.

"i got you, i got you." he promised. he'd always have you. you were his daring racer, the marvel of his team. his winner. with a few more heavy thrusts he finished inside of you. fucking you without protection felt amazing.

he hoped he'd get the chance to finish inside of you again. he shuddered at the notion, your pretty pussy caked in his cum. he stopped his movements and held you in his arms.

you softly kissed him as he held you for a moment. when you pulled away, you cupped his face and asked, "i guess we're not playing in the pool today?"

"adrian!" you chirped as you quickly got into the pool with your son, "you have to wait for me, you know mama can't move as fast as you right now." it was a little harder keeping up with a four year old in floaties while you were six months pregnant.

the little boy was a least smart enough to stay in the shallow end of the pool. max was barely outside when you were in the pool with adrian. he settled your things down while you splashed in the pool with the young boy.

max watched, keeping a keen eye on the both of you. he didn't want his little family getting into too much trouble in the pool. you were no longer his star driver, but you did upgrade to 'wife status'. you recently had gotten a job with formula two which made max happy. it was good to see his former superstar and current wife in demand in the racing field. even if you weren't a driver. your skills weren't being put to waste because you got pregnant a lot sooner than expected.

as you and adrian played in the water, you smiled at your husband. he waved to you and your smile grew. you remarked, "c'mon, honey, we're going to play mermaids." <3

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