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[the-flaneur]

you spin me right round baby

pairing: f1 grid x reader [headcanon]

ft. lewis hamilton, max verstappen, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, lando norris, oscar piastri, george russell, daniel ricciardo

summary: the drivers need some way to let off some steam, what's better than sex and a song?

warnings: 18+, MDNI, NSFW -> smut ft. unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it), subtle mentions of kinks

wc: 961

lewis

this man's airpods are permanently welded into his ears, istg we will never him in the paddock without them

he also makes his own music (even if it'll never be released)

so....

there’s no doubt that he has the most immaculately curated sex playlist

it’s perfect for any occasion: quickies, love making, exhibitionism, bdsm play, the list goes on....

he’s also not ashamed to hear his own voice playing in the background of your whiny moans and the slapping sound of his hips against yours, so pipe is definitely on the playlist (if not the top)

one secret track he also has saved, is one of the two of you fucking in the recording studio. if you listen closely enough, you can hear the clinking sound of handcuffs in the background as you both moan into the mics

on who, you ask?

that’s up to you ;)

max

max doesn’t listen to music very often, typically liking and listening to whatever music you like to have playing in the car or in the plane

this also largely applies to your sex playlist

however…

there are a couple of songs max does enjoy pounding your brains out to - namely one very specific beyonce track which was playing at the club when he first met you, and that was playing (muffledly) as he took you roughly in the club’s bathroom ten minutes later.

and it had even looped back by the time you were stumbling out of the bathroom, max’s cum still dripping down your leg.

(otherwise, there’s no music needed, your moans, his dirty talk and the dripping sound of your pussy enough are enough to get you both going quick enough)

charles

like lewis, charles’ affinity for music means he has a more than comprehensive sex playlist at hand for any moment

however, he does prefer songs without lyrics and only because he’ll be tempted to start singing along, and forget about fucking you into next week 

and we don’t want that so…

his playlist is largely filled with songs in french and italian, which does mean he does have the tendency to start cursing and moaning in french as you grind and dig your hips down on his dick. 

it gets even worse when you pepper hickies across his neck and chest, with his grunts and moans turning into whiny whimpers at your blossoming attacks.

carlos

carlos absolutely hates having a sex playlist.

it goes against the very epitome of his ideal sex scenario. the very fact that you may be displeased by his foreplay and desires to you fuck you into next week, that you somehow need other sensory stimulation, absolutely disgusts him.

no.

he needs to absolutely consume your every sense with him. and only him.

this means instead, pressing his body right up against yours, his growing dick pressed harshly against your back. his mouth nips at your ears and neck as the aroma of his natural musky smell fills your every breath. 

so expect the spanish seductor to do all the hard work ;)

lando

this boy is so fuckboy, clubbing at 3am coded, it’s obvious what’s going to be playing in the background of his apartment as he fucks his cum back into you

his preference for quickies in the backseat of his luxury cars means that your phone

(which is permanently plugged into in aux) 

is almost always blasting the playlist as he bends your back and rails your to the pounding bass

however, in the bedroom, he opts for a more quiet atmosphere, the songs turning more seductive, as he peers through his eyelashes, punishing two of his thick fingers into your cunt

oscar

oscar may appear to be one of the more tamer drivers on the grid, with a cool headed exterior and no nonsense attitude, but his sex playlist reveals a more playful side to him than most would believe

he’s definitely a secret sucker for a good club song, especially as he grips the back of your neck and pulls you towards him, making you reverse cowgirl him sitting up, his hands groping the front of your body, as a thick ring of cum forms at the base of his dick.

but he’ll still treat you like a goddess, prepared to get down on his hands and knees for you, whilst smirking has he sucks your clit and pounds two fingers into your pussy.

george

george, similar to oscar, appears to be a bit more chill about his sex life, but in this case he actually is

definitely one to prefer blowing out your back in bed, rather than somewhere more risky (unlike some of his more adventurous colleagues), but this doesn't mean the sex nor the playlist is tame either

it’s a good mix of slow seductive songs sprinkled in with the occasional chas atlantic song which he feels a bit more free to pull out and give you a backshot or two as he grips your hair into a ponytail

and embarrassing as it is, pipe is actually one of george’s favourite sex songs

(although he’ll never ever tell lewis this)

daniel

unironically, this man will fuck you into next week as he plays the most egregious songs at full volume

you’ve begged him to change it, and have even tried switching out his phone mid-sex for your own, but he quickly caught on, pinning your wrists with one of his hands, as he fumbles with connecting his phone back

(you’ll never admit it, but the songs have really grown on you)

however, the one thing you can publicly agree on is pony. he’s pulling off the entire magic mike™ experience just for you, and to put his own little flair on it, he’s making you wear his prized cowboy hat, as you ride his thick, denim covered thigh, just begging for more

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[the-flaneur]

do you hate me or something?!

pairing: f1 grid x reader [texts]

ft. lewis hamilton, max verstappen, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, lando norris, oscar piastri, george russell, daniel ricciardo

summary: amidst the busy f1 calendar, the drivers may have forgotten the occasional thing or two...

warnings: kms jokes, suggestive content, mentions of sexual activity

lewis, max, charles, carlos

lando, oscar, george, daniel

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[the-flaneur]

matchmaker pets (lh44) | pt1

pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!reader

summary: in a world where one's furry best friend is secretly their cupid, the drivers' love lives are sure to be entertaining for everyone (written from the pov of the pets!)

warnings: none (i think)

wc: 975

a/n: after finishing one miniseries, we go onto another (well sorta, hehehe) - hopefully with better updates, now that life is slightly more relaxed. also massive shoutout to @/giuseppe-yuki whose work has inspired this series (ur amazing queen!!!) - go check out her amazing series here!

[masterlist]

young!roscoe who has been with lewis since 2013 after being adopted by his bestest dad's into the hamilton family. he's also soon joined's by his little sister, coco.

young!roscoe who loves attending races with his dad's and meeting everyone; the mercedes team, his dad's bestest friend, the other drivers on the grid's and best of all's, the fans.

young!roscoe but's his favourite person on the grid's is actually none of these people (besides his dad's).

it's actually you :)

you're mercedes' main social media admin's, and he thinks that you're the best's thing since crunchy watermelon's.

young!roscoe loves following's you around the paddock, watching you snap photos of the drivers and the team's, as well as snapping's the best pics of him.

young!roscoe watches you and dad's get really close - afterall's, you wouldn't be the admin without being super close with's the drivers.

but, roscoe hates that you aren't close enough.

older!roscoe who frustratingly watches for five years. there are small smirks and flirts, and you and lewis tiptoe's around each other but...

nothing happens.

he's fed up, and now he's taking's things into his own hands (or paws in his case).

scheming!roscoe who "consults" sebastian, lewis' next closest friend after dad's bestest friend sadly left the grid's.

scheming!roscoe who learns about sebastian's doggo, bruno, who's never at races, but stays at home with hanna.

scheming!roscoe who tricks dad's into letting him meet bruno.

scheming!roscoe who finds out’s that bruno actually is a cupid! cupid dogs can help’s their owners get with anyone they want. but the love only lasts if it’s their one true’s love.

scheming!roscoe just knows that you and dad’s are meant to be’s. he asks bruno how to become’s a cupid.

dreaming!roscoe that night has a very weird dream - he's taken away from dad's home and sent up into a fluffy cloud.

another dog cloud speaks to him’s.

“are you sure you she will make your owner happy?” the dog cloud booms, the air trembling’s around him.

dreaming!roscoe who nods and barks furiously; you and dad’s would be the happiest people’s on earth if you were together. 

dreaming!roscoe feels a small swirl of wind’s around him, before he falls back asleep’s.

cupid!roscoe who can now see the bright beating hearts hoving above your's and dad's heads at the silverstone circuit.

cupid!roscoe who takes out his favourite tennis ball (now fashioned into a cupid's bow and arrow) and chucks it towards your heart.

cupid!roscoe who sees the tennis ball pass directly through the heart.

he frowns - this wasn't how bruno said it would go?

the ball must be broken - you're meant's to be together

desperate cupid!roscoe who tries again and again,

and again

and again...

tossing the invisible ball above your head, but each time's it passes with a small puff of smoke.

desperate cupid!roscoe who tries pulling you towards dad's by tugging your mercedes shirt, but you gently pull him off of you, before walking away's from him.

desperate cupid!roscoe who tries making's dad's follow him into the media pen, where even he's isn't normally's allowed just to see you's.

but dad's knows what roscoe is trying to do and walks away when dad's sees you.

desperate cupid!roscoe who realises that you have spoken directly to dad's in the past two weeks.

you're avoiding him's.

heartbroken cupid!roscoe who now maybe realises that you and dad's maybe aren't supposed to be together?

maybe you aren’t true love's?

heartbroken cupid!roscoe who pouts and whines the whole's night in the hotel room, but dad's in the bathroom, showering alone.

heartbroken cupid!roscoe who later finds out, cuddled against dad's wet cheeks, that you and him had a big fight.

heartbroken cupid!roscoe learns that you and dad's had a big fight about his photos with's other peoples. specifically, other women's.

heartbroken cupid!roscoe who learns that dad's who was meeting up with an old friend's got a photo taken of him kissing her cheek's in greeting, but the media's made it seem otherwise.

heartbroken cupid!roscoe learns that you yelled at dad's for the first time.

heartbroken cupid!roscoe learns that your stormed's out, not wanting anything else to do with dad's ever again. never again, you said's. you hadn't even tried's to listen to dad's.

heartbroken cupid!roscoe who sees dad's fall asleep sad, big wet tears painting's his cheeks that night.

he never wants you or dad's to be sad ever again.

determined!roscoe who finds you hiding in a corner's of the press conference room during's interviews with the drivers.

determined!roscoe who, despite his small's size, manages to pull you's next to lewis.

determined!roscoe who waits until dad's finishes his interviews (cause he's a good boy), begins barking. loudly.

his barking is so loud's, that you and dad have to both take him back's to the mercedes motorhome.

determined!roscoe who keeps' barking until his throat his sore's, but at least he managed to get you and dad's alone.

determined!roscoe who butts his nose against's your knees, pushing you two's together.

determined!roscoe who huffs up at you and dad's when you both laugh at him, watching him's make his moves.

happy!roscoe who finally gets to see dad's get the chance to explain what actually's had happened.

happy!roscoe who finally gets to see you and dad's reconcile...

oh and now you're making's out.

in front of him...

happy!roscoe who saunters out of the little room to find bono; at least's he would keep him company whilst you and dad's were together in there...

happy!roscoe who finally gets to see his family together at the hungarian's gp. there's a very nice photo of the family.

it's him, dad's and mum's.

all perfect together.

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[the-flaneur]

matchmaker pets (mv1) | pt3

pairing: max verstappen x fem!reader

summary: in a world where one's furry best friend is secretly their cupid, the drivers' love lives are sure to be entertaining for everyone (written from the pov of the pets!)

warnings: none (i think)

wc: 1011

[masterlist]

young!jimmy and sassy who max names after two of monaco's clubs, jimmy'z and sass cafe.

young!jimmy and sassy who rarely ever grace max's social media, let alone visit the paddock. their presence is like a once-in-a-lifetime comet for almost everyone.

young!jimmy and sassy who live a life of lavish opulence in max’s penthouse apartment. they are arguably some of the most pampered cats in the world, free to rule over the kingdom that is max’s bachelor’s pad. 

young!jimmy and sassy who however, do need a caretaker; someone to watch over them whilst max is away, winning races and fighting for championships across the globe.

that’s you :)

unruly!jimmy and sassy at first, are of course hesitant about your newfound presence in their home (i mean it is their domain after all).

unruly!jimmy and sassy who meow and hiss at you when you come too close to them, muttering about your weird aroma and uncanny ability to accidentally knock over their feeding bowl every time you open the door.

unruly!jimmy and sassy who love snatching things out of your handbag, sometimes too happy to see it lying out in the open before sticking their noses in and rummaging around

unruly!jimmy and sassy who like to sit on the dining table, watching you do some work on your laptop. eventually, they’re so bored, they’ll lay across your laptop, conveniently stopping you from completing work, before nodding off to sleep.

adorable!jimmy and sassy who however, eventually warm up to you, once they find out with a few cute meows and yawns, they have you wrapped around their tiny little paws.

you’re practically obsessed with them

(and their owner, but he doesn’t need to know that either)

adorable!jimmy and sassy who leverage this for snacks and cuddles, which you’re all too happy to give and spoil them with

adorable!jimmy and sassy who even max considers to have grown a bit fatter and more lazy after the first couple of overseas races, but he lets it slide 

(for now)

older!jimmy and sassy who eventually grow so fond and love your presence, that they consider you their mum

older!jimmy and sassy who refuse to be looked after by anyone else other than you.

older!jimmy and sassy who get to yowling loudly on the days where you’re too busy to come in to sit for max, and are now forced to be strictly supervised by some random person

cheeky!jimmy and sassy who team up to make the “caretakers” lives’ hell. they refuse to ever work with the pair again (much to their delight).

cocky!jimmy who eagerly convinces sassy to start scratching up max’s apartment, including his couch (which he doesn’t sit on) and his sim racing chair (which he does sit on)...

shameless!sassy who manages to sometimes manage to lock the caretaker outside on max’s balcony, forcing them to call the driver (who also doesn’t answer for numerous hours), before resorting to calling the emergency services

cheeky!jimmy and sassy who cause an absolute ruckus when you’re not with them

cheeky!jimmy and sassy who are perfect saints and angels whenever you come over. they don’t touch a single thing, they eat and drink whenever you call them over, they love lounging in your lap, purring contently as you rub their backs and cuddle them

how could they possibly be two terrible troublemakers? 

even at the beginning, they were just two little cats who wanted to play with you, not cause mass destruction

cheeky!jimmy and sassy who manage to make max employ you almost full time, begging you to tame them and save him the headache.

cheeky!jimmy and sassy who now needs to get you add max officially together, considering that they are basically your children, and you’re employed almost full time.

cheeky!jimmy and sassy who have also seen max’s wandering eyes when you’re lounging in his home in a very casual outfit 

(still respectful of course, but definitely not the uptight business casual you were wearing the first time you met) 

and your lip bites watching max flex his back muscles as he reaches up to the top cabinets for the cat treats

(which you definitely didn’t put there on purpose)

naughty cupid!jimmy and sassy who relies upon a tried and true romancing method: trapping you in a locked room (as tested very professionally by sassy that one time)

naughty cupid!jimmy and sassy who manage to get you and max to each chase one of them into a closet room, before conveniently knocking over a broom, wedging the door shut.

“max?” you whisper in the silence, the room barely illuminated by the light seeping through the gap at the bottom of the door.

“yeah?” he responds, his warm breath far too close to your face to even think.

“d-did the cats j-just lock us in here?” you laugh nervously, trying to reach into your pocket for your phone.

unexpectedly, you brush something firm near your leg, and you hear max’s hiss as you accidently move past it again. he mumbles something to you, but even with the heart-pounding close distance, you ask him to speak up again

“you’re not grabbing what you think you’re grabbing, lifeje,” he groans, grabbing your wrists and slamming them into the wall behind your back.

“don’t do it again unless you me to do something about it,”

“oh…but i do,” you smirk, before yanking your wrists out, and pushing him back. even in the dim lights, you can see him lick his lips, as you climb on top of his thick thighs…

purrfect!jimmy and sassy who after about two hours greet charles at the door of max’s apartment, looking very pleased with themselves

purrfect!jimmy and sassy (and charles) who see you and max tumble out of the closet, clothes slightly dishevelled and hickies splotched across your necks. 

“i’m not going to even ask now,” charles sighs and side-eyes the pair of them, but was it really all that bad?

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[the-flaneur]

man on a mission (lh44)

pairing: agent!lewis hamilton x agent!reader

summary: there's a fine line between being professional and not, but lewis knows how to tread that fine line when it comes to you

warnings: 18+, MDNI, NSFW -> smut ft. rough sex, manhandling, choking, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it), slight breeding kink, possessive behaviour, brat!reader with brat tamer!lewis

wc: 3746

a/n: inspired by a little smut audio i was listening to the other day - hope you enjoy!

you scoff as you read lewis’ last message. distracting my ass, you scoffed. glancing up, your eyes swept across the room to find the man. 

the two of you were now waiting for the rest of the boys to finish the mission. but as the clock ticked by, it was obvious that it was going to take far longer than expected.

you smirked when you found lewis’ dark eyes staring straight back at you - his leather jacket melting into the shadowed corner of the booth he was in. winking back at him, you downed a sip of your drink, your mind casting back to the events of the week.

the two of you had been hiding in an abandoned closet for almost two hours, just waiting for the enemy. your back had been pressed up against lewis’ firm chest, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist and his breath whispering against your ear. you shivered, remembering the quiet comments he had made and his quiet groans as you pushed back against him (totally on accident, of course).

however, when the two of you had left, he had walked over to george and lando without a second thought. leaving you horny, alone and confused…

turning your attention back to the crowd, you look to the bartender and ask for a menu. 

“put it on my tab sweetheart,” a man’s voice came from beside you. you turn around, facing a muscled arm planted beside you and looking up, you meet the gaze of another man.

“don’t bother with this. i’ll take a daiquiri, while the lady here will have a cosmo. put it on my tab,” he speaks smoothly to the bartender, who rushes away.

“why thank you…” you simper at him. 

“lucas,” he grins, placing a kiss on your hand, before taking a seat beside you. 

you don’t bother turning back towards lewis.

you know his eyes are on you.

lewis scowls, watching you toss your head back, the guy wrapping his fingers around your arm. that guy probably wasn’t even funny, just plain stupid, he scoffs. 

taking another sip, his eyes furrow when he sees the man’s eyes leering at you. you attempted to lean away, quickly putting your hand into your purse where lewis knew your knife was hidden. but when the man edges too close for comfort, lewis slams his glass down, storming towards you.

“hey princess, what's taking so long?” he says, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

“don’t call me that,” you roll your eyes, leaning back into his arms. unlike the cold gaze of the other man, lewis’ presence was warm and comforting, and you couldn’t help but melt into his arms again.

“yeah, yeah. I know you hate it…so who's your little friend?” he scorns at the man, eyeing his drunken sway and hazy eyes. he hated the men and women who would try to chat you up whenever the agents went out; you were all his after all. 

“no one babe, he was just keeping me company while you were off getting drinks,” you giggle, a little happy that lewis was here to save you with his company. 

“sorry i didn’t know she was taken,”

“whatever man, just get out. this one’s in trouble,” he pulls you off the bar stool and back into the crowd. your stomach fluttered, and you felt a pounding beat of excitement in your chest

“you fucking brat,” lewis growls, dragging you into the women’s bathroom. he slammed open the door, before glancing at the stalls. 

all empty. 

perfect. 

he whips back around to find you leaning languidly against the sink, eyes blinking innocently.

“what do you think you’re doing?” he growled, stepping towards you. you roll your eyes, swinging your arms around lewis’ neck as he stands right in front of you, his breath inches away.

“i’m not doing anything silly,” you hissed, your ass pressed against the cold wet marble sink by lewis’ hips. he had you pinned there, like a pretty butterfly on a wall. his pretty butterfly.

“yeah you didn't get a chance to do anything cause I didn't let you,” he scoffs, watching your lashes flutter at the distance between the two of you.

“please, i have a fucking knife in my thigh holster. if he was gonna be a sleazebag, i would’ve cut his dick right off,” 

lewis huffed, pressing his thigh and growing hard-on against your pelvis in anger. you didn’t listen to anyone else, let alone your own commander, nor did you listen to your own desires and pull towards him…

“get the fuck off of me lewis” you cry out, squirming against the pressure. 

lewis chuckles, “oh stop struggling princess. if you didn’t want this, you could just stop me. you’re one of the most skilled agents,”

“bullshit, we both you’re stronger than me. now let go of me,”

your legs naturally fall open for him as his rough hand makes its way up your thigh, pinching the soft skin red. he laughs at your immediate obedience, but growls when he brushes against the wet patch collecting in your panties. 

“look what we have here. i guess i was right, you’re fucking dripping princess. is it all for me?” 

“no, it’s actually for luca–mrphf” you smirk, before lewis leans forward, roughly capturing your lips with his. his fingers dig further into your thighs, and you moan loudly. lewis pulls you further into him, shoving his tongue inside your mouth, growling at the intoxicating taste of you on his lips. his fingers still dance along the sensitive skin but not close enough to soothe the growing fire in your belly.

“god you’re such a fucking brat. just need me to put you in your place, huh?” he growls, harshly pressing a calloused, thick finger against your pussy. your eyes roll back as he begins to rub it, the friction stoking the flames inside of you. 

“look at you now. who would’ve known that the brave little princess who watches men die at her hands, is secretly just a little slut for anyone who touches her needy little body,” 

“mmmm…”

lewis smirks at your hazy eyes, unable to look him directly in the eye, “what was that? you want more?”

“yes please, sir,” you beg, your back arching towards him as his finger continues to move against your pussy. 

your head spins at the pressure, you already feel so high off the feeling of lewis almost fingering you. what would it be like with him inside of you?

“beg for it,” he growls, his hand roughly gripping your jawline as he pulls you towards him.

“sir, i want your fingers inside of me, please,” 

“so fucking greedy. do you think you deserve it, princess?”

“please?” you whine, trying to move your hips against his finger to feel the friction again. you beg again, but lewis still rubs his single finger, tracing your panties slowly, pressing slightly harder when he feels your wetness dripping even more. eventually he concedes, pressing another finger against your clit and rubbing it harshly. you can only sit there and moan as you feel the pressure building more and more, but eventually he stops. you whine as he pulls away, before he rests forehead against your own, a smile tugging at his lips. he looks back down at your dazed eyes, his eyebrow furrowing at your lack of response.

“y/n, are you sure you want this? we can stop if you don-”

he moans loudly as you grasp his collar tightly, pulling him in back towards your lips. his hands find the straps of your dress, pushing them roughly off your shoulders, revealing the lacy black lingerie hiding in plain sight.  

“okay fucking hell princess. i need your panties off. now,” he growls, his eyes lingering at your hardening nipples, poking through the fabric. you shimmy out of your panties, pulling them down your hips and legs; a dark wet stain evident as you pass them over to lewis, who pockets them in his jacket. he helps you hike your dress up, revealing your pussy to his eyes.

“oh fuck,” he moans, pulling back. his eyes travel up your legs, before stopping at the shiny wetness lingering around your pussy, “...you’re so beautiful,”

one of his hands grips your lower thighs, while slowly pushing two fingers inside your pussy. the two of you moan at the embarrassingly loud squelching sound that just came out, your pussy just sucks lewis’ fingers in. lewis groans at your tightness, it was even better than he imagined it would be. the warmth, the wetness, he could die between your thighs, buried in your pussy. your eyes roll to the back of your head as he curls his two fingers inside, pushing harshly against the sensitive spots inside of you. the cold metal rings rub against your clit, intensifying the pressure even more.

“was this all you needed? just some fucking attention from a man?” he growls, pushing a third finger inside of you. 

“no…just you sir,” he groans, pushing his fingers deeper and harder into you. they’re coated in your wetness, dripping down from his hands and onto the countertop beneath you.

“is this about the mission earlier this week?” you whimper, trying to dig your hips into his fingers, which have now slowed down. you squirm under his interrogative gaze, and nod slightly when he raises an eyebrow. you whisper shamefully about how you felt abandoned after the two hours in the closet, cause he didn’t talk to you. he just chuckles; he thought that you didn’t want to talk about it, considering he spent the whole time flirting with you and you just ignored him.

“...so instead of confronting me about it, you decided act like a fucking brat? you need to own up as well princess,” he whispers, caressing the small of your back, as he takes his fingers out of you. he presses them against your lips, your tongue darting out to taste yourself off his fingers; you both moan as you suck and moan around them.

“i’m sorry sir…” you giggle, as his fingers pop out from your mouth.

“little brat just wanted some attention, so she had to go fuck off with some other guy. i know you're sorry, but not as nearly as much as you're going to be, after this,”

“you’ve been a bad girl, and don't you want to be my good girl?”

pouting innocently, you push him away slightly, before getting off the countertop in front of him. turning around but still staring at him seductively through the mirror, you slowly unlatch your bra, letting it fall to the ground with your dress. he groans at the sight of your nipples and naked body, but growls when you bend forward, pressing your breasts against the cold marble countertop. your ass is pushed out towards him, and you shake it slightly as you watch his eyes transfix on the wetness from your pussy slowly dripping out. 

“i’ve been a bad girl, haven’t i sir? i think you should punish me,” you whisper coyishly, turning to face him and arching your back.

he groans loudly, palming himself through his leather pants, before he shoves them down, along with his boxers, revealing his painfully attractive cock. it was bigger and thicker than any you had seen (a ridiculous comparison considering you had only seen one other cock in your painfully dry sex life), but from what you had heard about other guys from your girls, it was definitely a monster.

“holy shit…”

“surprised princess? not everyone with a big ego lacks a big dick.”

“it’s literally not going to fit,”

“well, you're going to take it all. if it’s too big, i’ll make it fit. i’m marking your body and pussy as mine, and mine only. remember that you brat,” he growls, palming your ass with one hand as he drags the head of his cock against your entrance, coating it in your wetness. 

“are you ready? just arch your back a bit more,” he chuckles. as you nod, you can feel his cock pressing harshly against your tight entrance, before he slips the tip inside. even with that, you both moan loudly in unison, as your pussy begins to clench around the tip.

“there you go princess. just the tip for now. fuck, you’re tight,” he groans, gently thrusting the tip in and out of your greedy pussy. his eyes roll to the back of his head, as he feels the warmth and softness of your pussy just inviting him in to go deeper. his self-control is teetering on the edge, and he knows he can’t hold back much longer. your chest heaves as you feel the pressure inside of you building, how the fuck were you supposed to take his whole cock?

after a few minutes of his soft thrusting, lewis definitely needed to fuck you, otherwise he would blow his load too soon. “fuck princess, can i go in deeper yet?” he moans, his grip bruising your hips. there was definitely going to be a mark there tomorrow. 

“mmm…” you smirk, pushing your hips back further onto his cock. the more you pushed, the more his cock felt like it was splitting you into two. your face scrunched up as he soon followed, pushing you down onto his cock, as one of his hands traced up your stomach to your breasts. his hands grabbed your breasts, his thumb pushing against your nipples, as he slowly began to thrust further into your pussy. 

“you’ve thought about this, haven’t you? just wanting me to fuck your tight little pussy hard and rough?” 

“is that why you wore this tonight? showing off your body to everyone, but only letting me touch and fuck you?” 

“now spread those legs and let me push it all in. scream for me princess” you cry out loudly as he bottoms out in your pussy, his toned stomach pressed up against your ass. his cock throbs inside of you and brushes roughly against your walls; you can feel every small movement lewis makes, moulding your insides to the shape of his cock. he feels so overwhelmingly large and broad inside of you, that you can’t even string together any words to tell him. 

“sir…you’re too big, wait…” you plead, but he roughly gropes your ass, causing your pussy to tighten around him. “you’re going to take it like my good girl would. so don’t complain now, you wanted it,” he growls, before pulling out the whole way, and slamming back into you.

you keen loudly as your body jolts against the countertop, both his hands gripping your breasts as he begins to fuck you hard and rough. the slapping sound of his skin on your echoes in the empty bathroom, as the room begins to fill with the smell of sex and the mirror begins to fog up, with your face pressed so close to it. lewis drives his cock into you deep and hard, and the pressure inside of you is building faster than even. 

“princess, keep your eyes on me,” he growls, moving a hand up to grip your chin and tilting it up to meet your reflection in the mirror. you look like a pornstar, with your hair frazzled and out of place, your makeup smudged and dripping down your face, your neck, littered with hickies; you couldn’t be happier. lewis smirks at you through the mirror, clearly happy about the masterpiece he’s made of your body.

“let me rub that swollen little clit for you, huh princess?” he winks at you through the mirror. he watches your head lull slightly to the side, as he keeps pounding your pussy, relishing in the feeling of you pressed up against his body. “hey, stay with me. you’re drooling already?”

“guess i’ve already fucked you dumb on my cock,” he laughs as he keeps the hand around your neck while the other one moves down towards your clit; you’re all his now. his mouth bends towards your neck, nipping and biting at the soft skin; he’s leaving more marks, so you know who you belong too.

“god your screams are so fucking hot. i wanna hear them every night,”

“sir, i’m coming,” you moan, the coil in your belly right about to explode. he moans in your ear, egging you on to reach your peak.

“fuck lewis, i’m coming,” you scream loudly, as the pressure inside of you explodes. your legs and arms tremble as you feel your stomach tense, before you let out a gasping moan, as you cum. you sink down against the cold marble, as your pussy clenches violently around his cock, your cum dripping slowly out of you, before it’s fucked back in by lewis. 

“fuck i’m about to come as well, just hold on princess,” lewis groans, pushing his hips harder and deeper against yours. you keen at the overstimulation, your sore pussy getting pounded even more by lewis’ cock. he feels the pressure is right at the edge, and begins to pull out of your pussy to spray his cum across your back. however, he feels you wrap your ankles around his, locking him and his cock inside of you

“princess, what the fuck…i can't pull out if you…”

“i'm gonna cum inside you if you don-” lewis yells, as he pushes himself completely inside of you. his cock throbs violently as his thick and creamy load paints your walls white and mixes with your own.

you feel so heavy with all that cum inside of you, feeling stuffed to the brim. as you both catch your breath, lewis slowly turns you around on his cock, moaning lightly as it drags across your walls.

he pulls you in for a gentle kiss, a light touch to the effects of the rough pounding now ravaging your poor pussy. 

“what the fuck is wrong with you?” he laughs breathlessly, resting his forehead against yours, “...don’t you fucking smirk at me, you brat,”

“you’re mine too lewis,” you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him into your arms.

“damn right i am,” he grins, before glancing at the countertop “...look at that. you squirted all over my cock.” you giggle, turning your head away from him, not wanting him to see the blush spreading hotly across your face. but lewis instead grips your chin, pulling you towards him.

“i…i’ve never done that before.” your eyes glance down at the ceramic floor, a thin puddle of wetness collecting beneath the sink. “did you like it though?” he asks with a smug grin. you would slap it off his face, but he deserves the ego after making you come like that.

“mhm…” 

he carefully pulls out of you, hissing slightly as your walls drag and slightly grip his cock. your combined release slowly drips out of your cunt, the milky white cum tracing its way down your thighs. his cock stirs again seeing your cum combined in such a way; he’s marked your body, inside and out.

he hums slightly, circling two fingers around your entrance before pressing them inside, roughly fingering the cum back inside. your pussy clenches at the overstimulation and you moan softly, but lewis just grins at you.

grabbing some paper napkins, he gently wipes your thighs clean, but leaves the sticky remnants of your tryst at your hole. he can’t have you forgetting who owns you now, can he? 

“lewis…” 

“y/n…”

“can i have my panties back yet?”

“sorry princess. i’m keeping these. just a little reminder of tonight, and many more nights to come.” he passes you your crumpled dress, helping you pull it over your head before smoothing down your frazzled hair. you attempt to take a step forward towards the door, but you sway on your feet before toppling slightly back, falling into lewis’ arms. 

“guess i’ll have to carry you. a ride fit for a princess,” he smirks. he gently picks you up, wrapping one arm around your legs and the other caressing the small of your back. lewis is careful not to rub his fingers over your clit once more as he smooths your dress back down, running his hand over your hips.

“i’ve got you,”

pushing open the bathroom door, the booming music and darkened lighting of the club make you recoil, tucking your head into the crook of his neck, finding comfort in his familiar scent. he lets out a small chuckle, pulling you tighter into him.

“hey look, the boys are here now…” he smirks, walking towards their table. lewis tells you about it later, but you really wished you had seen the gobsmacked faces as they realised it was you in his arms. nodding a hello, the smirk on his face fueled what the boys had already been thinking when they had arrived, unable to find you or lewis.

“is she ok?” oscar mumbles, eye wide as he takes in your messy hair, smudged makeup and crumpled dress. carlos smirks behind his glass as lando reluctantly smacks a 50 dollar note in his hand. it was so easy to win bets against lando, especially when carlos already saw the glances between you two earlier this week at the mission.

“oh her? she'll be fine. say hi, princess…” 

you awkwardly turn your neck towards the group, yawning slightly as your head falls back. you feel like you’re in a dream, with the smell of sex lingering on your skin and lewis’ rough hands cupping your body next to him, sending you into a delirium. lewis' voice mumbles above your own, his chest rumbling with every laugh pulled from his lips. it was nice to be taken care of.

“what happened?...nothing she didn't already want. isn't that right princess?”

☆

max and charles stumble out of the men's bathroom, hair messier than when they entered and faces and lips flushed red, evident even in the darkness of the club.

"carlos is never going to let us forget that this happened" charles sighs, pointing resignedly at the security camera right in front of the bathroom door. the red blinker blinks four times quickly in succession, then twice again. and then again.

“oh fuck off carlos,”

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brocedes | pt1

pairing: lewis hamilton x nico rosberg [lyrics]

a/n: considering the absolute emotional rollercoaster that f1 has been in the past few weeks, i thought this would be fitting. p.s if you guys liked this, lmk (i'll maybe make more)!

-> also go listen to "die with a smile" - bruno mars/lady gaga

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lights, camera...cook? (mv1) | pt4

pairing: max verstappen x east asian twitch streamer!reader [smau]

summary: max does not know how to cook. luckily, his next-door neighbour might be able to help him out of his pickle. quite literally.

warnings: none (i think)

wc: 1461 + social media posts

a/n: sadly this is the ending to this miniseries 😭, but i hope you enjoyed it <3

[masterlist]

-> irl

“Hi schatje. Are you ready yet?” Max grins, proffering out a bouquet of your favourite flowers at the door. He had finally invited you out on a proper dinner date following the somewhat, halfway-there public date you guys had on stream the previous night. You grinned, remembering the early morning texts between you and your girlfriends; they were equally as excited for you, hoping for you to finally break your no-relationship streak.

Thanking him for the flowers, you gratefully took them out of his hands and pulled out a vase from beneath the cabinet, while you busied yourself placing the flowers away while staring at him shamelessly. 

Apollo and Artemis quickly crowded him, dancing between his legs and each other, and he leant down to play with them. He was a natural with the cats, of course, but even you were slightly surprised with how well Apollo and Artemis had taken to a new man in your apartment. Although you had also become quite accustomed to Max in your apartment, these two occasions already solidified him as a constant presence. 

Looking at the clock above the TV, you turned back to Max, who now had your babies playing on his lap, and grinned. “Sorry for the wait Max, we can go now. Come on,” grabbing your bag and winking at Max behind you. Attempting to get up from your unusually plush couch (which he had now partially sunken into), he was now trying to take the cats off of him.

“Give me just a second babe…”

☆

The date was absolutely amazing. Max had taken you on a short drive down to Nice, where, despite the cold and almost snowy weather, was hosting their annual Christmas market. The smell of warm spice and chocolate warmed your chilled bones, whilst the many wooden crafts had piqued your interest. 

You had secretly bought Max a few of the wooden cat figurines while he wasn’t looking, since he apparently seemed to not want them (Max actually had seen them and was going to buy them for you, but since you had gotten there first, he had decided on getting a different present, which he was going to give you later). Besides, you loved his company regardless…

“MAX!” you yelped, almost falling on top of him, as he came to a sudden stop in the middle of the ice-rink. 

Unlike you, Max was not well adapted to ice skating, and subsequently had frostbitten hands and sore legs from the amount of times he had slipped and fallen. You thanked the stars that it was not the middle of the season, otherwise Christian Horner, GP and Rupert would’ve all killed you after seeing the small but annoying bruises which now littered Max’s lower body.

“Sorry schatje. Can’t help but fall for you,” he winked, awkwardly hobbling to the side before pushing himself back upright.

You giggled, grabbing Max’s hand before pulling him towards you.

-> twitter

-> irl (dinner)

“Are you sure they’re ok with me being there?” you anxiously peered out the car window, the flashing lights of the Monaco streets illuminating the Christmas night sky.

“Don’t worry schat, I already told them that you would be there, and they’re all fine with it,” Max smiled, placing his hand over yours and gripping it softly, 

“Besides, if they weren’t, I would’ve just told them to leave. It’s your restaurant anyways.” 

“Max!” you said scandalised. How could he just ask his colleagues to leave an annually planned dinner on your whims? He just shrugged, a smirk pulling across his lips. You rolled your eyes, sighing as the car finally came to a stop in front of your restaurant. At least it wasn’t somewhere new, taking Max’s hands as he led you out of the car and into the restaurant. 

The regular dining space of the restaurant was packed to the brim with diners, eagerly awaiting a warm Christmas dinner. You were going to join the staff tonight, but your sous chef and fellow cooks had demanded that you take at least one day off in the entire year to enjoy yourself. Of course, they had resigned that they now had more work to do on the busiest day of the year, but at least their head chef got her time to relax. 

Heading towards a smaller private room, Max pushed open the door to reveal the rest of the drivers, all chatting casually whilst some helped themselves to some drinks. Charles and Carlos spotted you guys first, waving you over to where there were two reserved seats for you. Giving a polite smile and small hello to the drivers who you didn’t know, you weaved your way down to the open seats.

“Thanks mate,” Max said, giving Carlos and Charles a hug, whilst you hugged Charles and gave Carlos a slightly awkward handshake-fistbump greeting (not your finest moment, you sighed).

“Hi again Charles. Nice to meet you Carlos,” you smiled, taking a seat besides Max with Charles and Carlos on his other side. The seat to your left was still vacant, with most drivers having already sat down.

“Who’s supposed to be sitting here?” you nudge Max, who points to the small placard above the plate.

Sebastian Vettel.

“You put me next to tonight’s guest of honour?!” you whisper furiously, not believing yourself that Max let you be seated next to Red Bull's golden boy, and four time World Champion. You anxiously peered around the room, everyone else obviously unfazed by your revelation, but inside, you were about to cry out.

“Liefje, it’s going to be ok. Seb’s easy to talk to, he’ll be really nice. Trust me,” Max grins, laughing lightly at your fretful behaviour. 

“Not helping. You’re not going to even be here for half of dinner since you’re so busy cooking,” you huff, playing with the swan napkin in front of you.

This was not fun or relaxing anymore.

☆

After awkwardly introducing yourself to the drivers before the dinner officially began, you turned to Sebastian, who offered you a kind smile.

“Hello Y/N, I must say, the restaurant is absolutely lovely. I would love to know more about the preparation of the dishes. My wife’s always interested in healthy eating. Especially for the kids,” he smiles, and you're grateful for his conversation about your love of cooking, which you then promptly dove into…

Sebastian, Yuki and Lewis (the latter two had joined in on your conversation) were all listening attentively to your detailed explanation of all your cooking exploits over the years. It was nice listening to people who were genuinely interested in your line of work beyond making great food. Being executive chef wasn’t only about cooking, but also the leadership and discipline needed to manage such an efficient and effective process of work.

Many people didn’t understand that.

They were asking a plethora of questions, with Yuki especially interested in your administration and restaurant management.

“Actually I also have something interesting to ask Y/N,” Daniel grins, coming into the conversation. A cheeky furrow of his eyebrows makes you glance nervously at Max, who stood at the doorway.

“What was the pickle incident?” you breathe a sigh of relief, but are quickly met with twenty-three pairs of eyes, who are now all very much interested in the adventures of Max’s new girlfriend. 

Agitated by the pressure in front of you, you awkwardly splutter out a, “maxgothishandstuckinapicklejarwhichihadtosmashopenwithafryingpan”

“Sorry, didn't catch that,” Lando smirks, and you groan internally. Lando and Charles were already privy to the events of the “Pickle Incident” and you didn’t need another twenty-one people knowing as well.

“...Max got his hand stuck in a pickle jar, which I had to smash open with a frying pan,” you sigh, before raucous laughter fills the room. All the drivers have smiles, giggles and smirks plastered on their faces. Your face begins to heat up, worried that the drivers’ opinions of you are changing, but much to your relief, they seem to be laughing at Max rather than at yourself.

“How did you get it stuck? It’s a bit of an awkward situation…”

“You should’ve seen the photo of it. It was like full on inside and all his fingers were squished in too,”

“Why the frying pan? Hopefully it wasn’t dented by Max’s hands,”

“When was this?”

“Only Max would get butterfingers during the off-season and unlearn all his fine-motor skills,”

“Hey, at least I can cook now,” Max quips, walking over and placing his hands over yours. Breathing a little easier, you lean back into Max’s side, a quiet chuckle escaping both your lips as you laugh at the other driver’s comments. It was going to be a fun night after all…

You wouldn’t want to be anywhere else than with Max.

-> instagram

lewishamilton

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lewishamilton a very special christmas dinner, with a very special guest tonight 😄 and also massive thank you to @/chef_yourname for allowing us to host at the restaurant ❤️

☆

-> instagram

maxverstappen1 and chef_yourusername

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maxverstappen1 a simply lovely year with you schatje, cant wait for many more ❤️💙

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chef_yourusername i love you maxie, i cant wait for forever with you 😘

user1 oh they're down bad for each other... LIKE FOREVER???? user2 I KNOW THEY'VE ONLY BEEN DATING FOR A YEAR BUT GUYS CAN WE PRAY FOR A WEDDING PLS 🙏🙏🙏 user3 they're soooooo cute...god please

charles_leclerc happy anniversary guys 😁😁😁 double date soon?

chef_yourusername better start planning for the lestappen double date, i'm taking alex 😉 alexandrasaintmleux of courseeee, we can leave the boys alone 😘 user4 somehow their girlfriends are the biggest lestappen shippers 🤦‍♂️ user5 i mean if i was as hot as they were...

landonorris congrats mate! can't wait for dinner tonight

user6 lolololo not lando hijacking their anniversary post to ask about eating dinner 😂😂😂 user7 i mean if i got to eat yourname food for free... 👀 maxverstappen1 yes can't wait too 😄 user8 awwwwww (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

redbull congrats!!! can't wait to finally see you again at the paddock in a few months

user9 ariana what are you doing here?!?!?!?! chef_yourusername me and admin are besties now 🥰 (cause they send me all the funny max pics) maxverstappen1 😨😨😨

lewishamilton congratulations! can't wait to see you in monaco again yourname

chef_yourusername can't wait as well!!! no one else wants to have vegan food with me... 😭😭😭 maxverstappen1 i would liefje, but it tastes like grass.... chef_yourname im not asking you to be vegan, just to eat more vegetables ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ user9 not yourname hating against all the driver's dislike of some food - like how did lando even survive eating at le louis xv user10 knowing yourname she probably had max and charles hold him down whilst she force fed him fish

user11 can't wait for the season to start again next year!

user12 same here, we'll finally get to see some more max-y/n content 🥺🥺

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lights, camera...cook? (mv1) | pt3

pairing: max verstappen x east asian twitch chef!reader [smau]

summary: max does not know how to cook. luckily, his next-door neighbour and resident internet chef might be able to help him out of his pickle. quite literally.

warnings: none (i think)

wc: social media posts

a/n: sorry this one is so short... 👉👈

[masterlist]

-> twitch, cooking mommy

-> twitter

-> instagram

chef_yourusername and maxverstappen1

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chef_yourusername GUESS WHO'S THE LITTLE BITCH TODAY ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ (p.s. NOT ME 😁😁😁) (p.p.s 2 DAYS TO THE DINNER 😨)

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bestfriend YEAHHHH GO BEST FRIEND GO BEST FRIEND GO BEST FRIEND GO BEST FRIEND 🤩🤩🤩

user1 CHAT WE ARE WINNING 🔥🔥🔥 WITH THE VERSTAPPEN X L/N CHILDREN MEETUP

user2 not yourname making that meme just for her 400K+ followers to see it 😳😳😳 user3 girlie is POPPING OFF these days

maxverstappen1 jimmy and sassy had the best time, cant wait to meetup twmr 💛

user4 are we sure ONLY jimmy and sassy had the best time~ user5 😏😏😏 user6 max-y/n shippers WE ARE ALMOST THERE

landonorris mate you let yourself be in that pic like that...

user7 bro's an anti max-y/n 😬 user8 nahhhh he's just jealous that yourname likes max and not him~ LIKED BY maxverstappen1 user9 NOT MAX LIKING THIS COMMENT 😂😂😂

user10 I WOULD BARK FOR YOU YOURNAME, QUEEN PLS HMU 😔

user11 yourname pls address the pickle incident otherwise i will call the FBI (pretty please) 🙏🙏

charles_leclerc hope leo, apollo and artemis can all meet up soon too! ❤️

user12 bro does not know the power of the combined orange + black cat attitude user13 they're gonna terrorise him more than leo atp... chef_yourname i'll let you and alex know soon! 😏 user14 she knows whats up 💀

user15 dude i need them to get together asap, like i wil start manifesting this shit NOW

user16 max-y/n truthers ariseeeeeee 💪

user17 cant wait for the dinner pics! 📸

user18 hopefully we'll see her at the dinner with the drivers, since she's already met charles and lando 🤩🤩

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lights, camera...cook? (mv1) | pt2

pairing: max verstappen x east asian twitch chef!reader [smau]

summary: max does not know how to cook. luckily, his next-door neighbour and resident internet chef might be able to help him out of his pickle. quite literally.

warnings: none (i think)

wc: 1716 + social media posts

a/n: thank you for all the support and love for pt1 ❤️ - hopefully pt2 is just as entertaining :)

additional pic creds: toka (youtube)

[masterlist]

-> twitch, cooking mommy

-> twitter

-> irl

“Mate, are you sure we’re supposed to get up at 6am to meet her? I need to sleep,” Lando whines over the phone, as Max rolls his eyes.

“She’s giving you the opportunity to eat at a Michelin star restaurant and you’re saying no,” Max snaps back, toying with Sassy, who’s climbed onto his lap from his gaming desk.

“Well count me in. Alexandra’s been pestering me to ask you if she could visit the restaurant and meet her as well. She’s a massive fan already,” Charles grins as Alexandra laughs at his quip

“When we all meet her,” Max says, “you can ask her. I’m sure she’ll say yes.”

“Fine I’ll go then. Meet at the restaurant?” Lando groans.

☆

In the early dawn of the crisp December day, there were very few passerbys on the street. Those that were there, their eyes lingered on the small group standing at the entrance to Le Louis XV. It was Max, Lando and Charles, standing awkwardly and awaiting your arrival. 

You and Max had been exchanging a multitude of texts, ranging from cat pics to his maxplaining of F1 technicalities to the best recipes for homemade stroopwafel. Max would even say (hopefully), that the two of you had even begun delving into the domain of flirty friends, with your quick wit and humour, a complement to Max’s deadpan yet very humorous attitude. 

You had mentioned off-handedly wanting to meet Max in real life. It had gone on throughout the entire week, before you had invited him out to lunch at Le Louis XV. 

At first he was ready to excitedly accept your invitation; he had never actually met you in real life and really wanted to talk to you about you. But when he had stopped and actually re-read your message, his doubts about your intentions began creeping in.

What if you were only there to help him cook? What if he had taken it the wrong way? What if you didn’t actually like him, like he thought? Just wanting to be friends? What i-

Max, he chided, you’re being ridiculous. But just for good measure, he surmised, he invited Charles and Lando too. And that’s how he dragged them both (well only Lando, Charles had come quite willingly) out to a lunch “date” with the four of you.

“Hey guys! Sorry I’m late, the babies refused to let me leave this morning,” you yelled as you ran up to the group. 

Max was in awe.

You were gorgeous. He had already seen your pictures on your Instagram and on Twitch, but you were a real knockout in real life. Not in like the high-end supermodel way (although Max would’ve loved to see you grace the cover of a magazine if he was a horny teenager), but in the way which it felt like you were an angel on Earth, delicate and pretty, and a smile as innocent as-

“FUCK!” you swore, accidentally stumbling down the last step before the restaurant’s entrance. Max rushed forward to catch you and your bags, as they went flying towards the group. As he caught you in his arms, you looked up at him and grinned. 

“Did I fall for you?” you laughed, allowing Max to push you back up as you graciously took your bags back from him and gave him a tight hug.

“Hi Maxie. Hello Charles and Lando, nice to finally meet you! Max has loves to talk about you guys-” 

“Hi,” Max blushed at the nickname, avoiding the smirking glances of Charles and Lando as they watched that interaction. Charles and Lando quickly shook your proffered hand, before trailing behind you as you unlocked the door to the restaurant.

The intense decadent and luxury was not lost on the three, as you ascend the gilded ornate stairs. The walls were lined with classical paintings, china and candles; the Le Louis XV was truly a stark contrast of the modest personality of its namesake, instead harkening back to his predecessor, Louis XIV. Afterall, one must live according to la dolce vita.

As you began rambling on about the history and position of the restaurant in the heart of Monaco, from beside you, Max stared longingly. You were literally perfect, a great cook, funny, witty, a great conversationalist and listener, and a cat lover: what more could he want in someone?

“He’s never going to stop talking about her, is he?” Charles laughs, watching the two of you converse intensely about the climate and geography of Monaco and its food production. 

“No way mate,” Lando smiles, watching you blush at Max’s comments.

☆

“I’ve just prepared a small meal for us. It’s a bit more difficult deciding what to cook for three F1 drivers, considering our usual guests,” you smiled, pushing over a series of dishes on a cart. Their eyes bulged out when they saw your “small meal”, which actually consisted of at least eight different kinds of cheese, six starters and seven mains and a tiered display of an assortment of desserts, no less.

“Max already warned me about your…distaste for fish, Lando. So don't worry about the fish-looking dishes. They’re definitely not what you think they taste. Like this one is actually veal grilled with chard and girolle mushroom,” you gestured towards a gorgeous dish, plated with golden mushrooms and deep maroon chard. 

“Now enjoy the cooking of Le Louis XV!”  

The three men could definitely see why you were the executive chef of the three Michelin star restaurant. Between quiet conversation about everything and anything, every bite was desired and savoured, the flavours exploding on the tongue or simply melting off the dish.

The cheeses were flavoursome, some creamy and others intense, but all gorgeous with a pairing of wine (or gin and tonic in Max’s case). The starters and mains were all cooked to perfection, tender yet firm, and packed intensely full of rich aromatics and spices. The desserts were truly the cherry on top, light and fluffy, beautifully contrasting the mains.

The conversation quickly turned to you, with Lando and Charles interrogating about your life, career and everything in between. Max had tried to stop them from grilling you too much, but you seemed to enjoy all the questions, answering each one with a laugh and a smile. You were not starstruck by the trio, but appreciated their deep friendship and care for one another, especially as they asked about you and Max. You enjoyed the company of people who genuinely seemed to like you and your cooking, and it was one of the happier lunches at the restaurant in the past year.

Your mind wandered off as the three began talking about the upcoming 2024 F1 season (despite it still being another three months away). Although you and Max had not said anything yet, you knew there was a deeper connection just waiting to blossom.

It was just a matter of time.

☆

“It was lovely meeting you two today, hopefully we can catch up soon enough. I’ll message Alex for a lunch date Charles,” you promised, gifting them both a small boxed cake, before heading off with Max.

“Now to your apartment, my lady?” Max joked, as you started to enter your address in his GPS. Although he knew Monaco like the back of his hand, he didn’t want to accidentally drop you off on the other side of the country (even if he wanted to spend more time with you).

A small ding alerted Max’s attention back to you, and his eyebrow furrowed when he read the display on the screen.

“DESTINATION: HOME”

“You live here?” you both turned to each other, surprised. Max had no idea that you lived in the same building as he did, while you were surprised that you hadn’t already recognised the view from Max’s apartment in his streams and photos. 

“When did you move in? I swear I’ve never seen you before,” Max asked, slowly pulling away from the curb and back onto the road.

“Well I trained in Lyon for three years, then I moved to Marseille for six months before I visited Monaco. My father’s old friend Ducasse then asked in 2018, if I wanted to become his apprentice at the restaurant, and train to become the executive chef eventually. So I left and moved to Monaco in 2019,”

“And you’ve been living and working here ever since?” Max sighed. If only he had maybe stepped outside his apartment more than three times excluding the F1 season, he could’ve met you a lot sooner.

☆

Entering the elevator, you and Max both moved to press your apartment number on the panel, your fingers brushing against each other as you pressed adjacent buttons. You quickly tore your hand away, hiding it behind your pants, as the elevator began to move upwards.

“What a coincidence that we live beside each other,” you awkwardly laughed, staring at yourself in the mirror. The elevator was once again filled with quiet silence, as the elevator near the top.

“Hey…”

“Max…”

“Oh you go first,” you laughed, staring up at Max.

“IreallylikedyourcompanytodayIwaswonderingifyouwantedtogooutonadatelikejustthetwoofus?” Max said hurriedly, his eyes straying from your gaze. You let out a small gasp, before a beaming smile was plastered across your face.

“I would love to, Max! I thought you would never ask,” you smiled bashfully, grinning at him as the doors opened.

The two of you walked out and awkwardly lingered in the hallway between your two apartments, not wanting to say goodbye just yet. “Thank you for today Max. I can’t wait to see you again,” you smiled, placing a quick kiss on his stubbled cheek. His eyes widened before looking down at your playful ones which sparkled in the light. A hot flush spread across his face, his hand reaching out to grasp your own. However, you quickly stepped back from his grasp, skipping down the hall to reach your own door.

“Also Maxie, I would love for you to come by my apartment some time,” you giggled, waving at him, before you closed your door behind you. Max stepped into his apartment and with a blush and a grin out into the Monaco harbour, he was struck with a sudden realisation.

It wasn’t just a major crush. He was in love.

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lights, camera...cook? (mv1) | pt1

pairing: max verstappen x east asian twitch chef!reader [smau]

summary: max does not know how to cook. luckily, his next-door neighbour and resident internet chef might be able to help him out of his pickle. quite literally.

warnings: none (i think)

wc: social media posts

a/n: im sure his skills have improved since 2017, but max saying that the most impressive thing he can cook is eggs is depressingly funny

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-> instagram

chef_yourusername

liked by max verstappen, bestfriend, friend1 and others

chef_yourusername tonight's dish: japanese curry udon 🍜 unfortunately no apollo and artemis for the next few days, they're hanging out at the vet 😿😿😿 (ik they miss their mommy). ALSO TWITCH SAW IT FIRST SO FOLLOW AND SUBSCRIBE 🤑🤑🤑

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bestfriend pls let me come over twmr, i've run out of food 🙏🙏🙏

chef_yourusername did i not just meal prep you for the next week 🙄 bestfriend yesssss but i need that udon now 🙏 pls just for me 😁

user1 bestfriend is so real for that, like if i had a chef best friend, i would ask her to always cook for me

user2 fr, but like honestly how does yourname have the time to do everything??? user3 ikr, like she's THE exec chef at the only three michelin star restaurant in Monaco, Le Louis XV 😭😭😭

user4 IS THIS THE CHEF MAX VERSTAPPEN IS LOOKING FOR???

user5 yeah i think so right? like someone tagged her in his replies user6 HE LIKED THE POST TOO

user7 yo why is she kinda... 😳😳

user8 like girl is pretty and talented, god really has his favourites 😔

user9 yo come get ur chef maxverstappen1

LIKED BY chef_yourusername

user10 cant wait to see why max needs a chef lol

-> instagram dms

-> twitter

-> instagram

chef_yourusername

liked by max verstappen, bestfriend, friend1 and others

chef_yourusername guess who was cooking like a five star michelin 😉 ... and guess who wanted to pose with the wrinkly pear 😐

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maxverstappen1 they both must be so talented 😉

chef_yourusername sure, sure. i wonder who burnt 🍝 (pasta) on their first try 😐 maxverstappen1 i literally followed all your instructions, not my fault 🤷‍♂️ user1 how tf did max burn it - don't you just boil it??? user2 ik yourusername was on his ass after it happened

user3 IS THAT MAX IN CHEF'S WHITES IN THE FIRST PHOTO

user4 why does bro actually look good in it user5 when he pulls up in non-redbull gear... 🤤🤤🤤

user6 was this why the restaurant was closed today? i saw ppl on twitter talking about it~

user7 only max verstappen could make a michelin star restaurant close down just for him

charlesleclerc is this how you're managing to host the dinner?

maxverstappen1 it's supposed to be a surprise 😐 user8 there's a dinner? user9 is this the lestappen date night we were praying for LIKED BY chef_yourusername maxverstappen1 no.

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