#Daniel ricciardo x you x max verstappen

[danielfuckingricciardo]

That Sense of Passion and Anger (Part 5) - Max’s Version

Pairing - Max Verstappen x Reader x Daniel Ricciardo

Word Count - 4.7k

Content Warning - Alcohol, swearing, oral sex f receiving, oral sex m receiving, unprotected vaginal sex

Synopsis - After the explosive meeting with Max, the reader struggles with her feelings for Max, but ultimately realises just what it is that she wants.

Author’s Note - Okay, first thing I need to say is… I’m sorry. It’s literally been eight months since I last updated this series. Honestly, I just hadn’t had the motivation to work on it, and it ended up kind of falling to the side in favour of other things. But, better late than never, right? I’m pretty sure in the last chapter I mentioned that there were multiple different endings to this fic, and that’s still my plan as of right now, but I suppose we’ll see. If anything, there will be a Daniel ending too, hopefully soon, but you never know when it comes to me lol anyway this is for all of you team Max supporters out there! I hope you enjoy this one, there’s plenty of smut and fluff!!

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Daniel’s Version - Coming Soon]

Throwing yourself on your bed, you reach down to rid your sore feet of your shoes, flinging them across the room and letting them hit the wall with a loud thunk. You were past caring what anyone thought of you anymore, and the several glasses of scotch already in your system made you yearn for more. Anything to kill the pain - to rid you of these unwanted feelings and that sense of uncertainty which clouded your judgement.

You roll off of the bed towards the mini-fridge, which had, thankfully, been restocked by housekeeping that morning. After retrieving your choice of miniature bottles, you return to your slumped position on the bed and turn on the TV to some news show in a language you couldn’t speak. You prepare to change the channel, but are interrupted as the photo of you and Max that previous night appears onscreen. You scoff, and change the channel, settling on some music chart show before carelessly discarding the remote to the floor beside you.

It seemed everyone was talking about the two of you, and everyone had an opinion. Well, everyone except you, of course. You were still stuck.

You desperately wanted to hate him, you wanted to slap him, make him bleed as your rings makes contact with his cheek, but you just couldn’t. Deep down, despite everything, you found yourself desiring him more than anyone or anything else in this world. You weren’t sure you loved him - love was a strong word - definitely not a word you’d use in regards to a person that three days ago you couldn’t even stand the sight of. But you were sure of one thing, you wanted him.

It was all beginning to make sense as you down the next bottle, realising that Max treating you the way he had done that morning only affected you so because you had grown fond of him during your time together. Whether it be the fun and flirty conversation at dinner, the sarcastic jokes thrown around in the morning, or the dirty talk exchanged in the heat of the bedroom, you enjoyed just being with him and talking to him. People always said that the two of you were similar, and now you were beginning to see it. You were practically made for one another.

You were interrupted by a knock at the door as you are downing your third miniature.

“Go away, I’m busy wallowing in my own self pity!” You shout, refusing to move from your comfortable position on the bed.

“(Y/n) It’s Max. I know you said that you need time, and I respect that, take as long as you need. I just want you to listen to what I have to say, okay?” Max says, his words tentative.

“Go ahead.” You say, crossing your arms across your chest as if to physically protect yourself from the damage his words may do.

“I just wanted to say, I guess, that I really like you. I think underneath all my angry aggressive bullshit I always did. Maybe the whole ‘hating you’ thing was just a way for me to hide my real feelings, I don’t know. Who knows, maybe you feel the same way, and secretly we’ve both been into each other since we first met that day in HQ? Probably not, you probably always hated me, of course, and for good reason. I can be a real cunt sometimes, trust me, I know. I just, yeah, I really like you. A lot. But whatever you want, whatever you decide to do, I’ll respect it. However long it takes, I’ll wait, and if the answer is no, I’ll leave you alone. So yeah, that’s it really.” Max trails off, his awkwardness audible in his voice.

“Oh, and, I talked to Horner. I know, you don’t need me to fight for you, but I just want you to know your seat is safe. He was actually kind of impressed, he doesn’t often have people stand up to him like that. I guess it’s not just me who likes how fiery you are.” Max says, laughing slightly to ease the tension in the moment.

“So I’m not getting kicked out of the team?” You say, standing from the bed and taking a few tentative steps over to the door. You reach for the lock, your heart urging you to turn it, to let Max in, to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in, but your mind is filled with hesitations.

“No, sadly for you, you have to hang out with me in the paddock again next weekend. I’ll keep my distance where I can, don’t worry.” He says, a dejected tone to his voice despite his attempt at a joke to ease the tension.

“I actually rather enjoy your company,” you say as your heart takes over, unlocking the door and opening to reveal a dishevelled looking Max. His face is stained with tears, his eyes puffy and red, “come in?”

“Um, yeah, sure,” he says, taking a step through the threshold into your hotel room. A room which was filled with memories of the past few days, of his relationship with you.

“I know I said I needed time, but, I don’t think sitting here getting drunk on shit scotch from the minibar is helping me or you,” you say, offering him a small smile, “especially when I’ve already made my mind up about what I want.”

“And what do you want?” Max asks, his words tentative.

“You,” you say, before wrapping your arms around his neck and claiming his lips with your own.

Unlike the many hungry, passionate kisses the two of you had shared in the past few days, this one was different. It was filled with desire, with love, with an urge to not just feel one another but to know one another.

You push the door closed behind him and begin to walk backwards towards the bed, refusing to let go of Max as you pull him with you, your lips not breaking contact for a single second.

Eventually you reach the bed, and you trip backwards, breaking the contact between you and causing Max to fall on top of you. You both giggle as Max steadies himself above you, his hands flat against the sheets each side of your face.

As he smiles at you, with that true genuine smile, you can’t help but take in every feature of his face; his ocean blue eyes which were slightly crinkled in the corners the way they always did when he laughed, his nose scrunched in his happiness, his dirty blond hair gently flopping onto his forehead. He looked beautiful - there was no other word you could think of that better captured that look. And to think, he looked like this while looking at you, while he was studying your face with a similar level of attention.

“You’re gorgeous (y/n),” he says, and you smile even wider, something you had thought wouldn’t even be possible to achieve.

“And you, Mr. Verstappen, are the most beautiful man I’ve ever had the pleasure of looking at,” you say, “now please, take your fucking shirt off before I rip it off of you myself.”

Max complies with you request, standing up to remove his shirt and discard it to the floor.

“Normally I’d let you rip it off, but this is my last clean shirt.” Max says, and you chuckle, reaching out towards him to take his hands in your own, pulling him back down onto the bed.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t miss a few buttons.” You say, guiding his hands down to the hem of your own shirt.

“If the paparazzi caught me wandering around with buttons missing then they’d definitely get suspicious.” Max says, and you scoff.

“Then let them be suspicious. I don’t care anymore. Whatever it is we’re doing, I don’t want it to be some sordid secret we have to hide. I’m not ashamed of the way I feel about you.” You say, and Max smiles at you, unable to resist the temptation of pressing his lips to yours once again.

“Then we should keep no more secrets. I love you (y/n). You don’t have to say it back yet, of course, if you’re not ready, but-“ Max says, but he is interrupted as you pull your head up from the bed to press your lips to his ear.

“I love you too.” You whisper in his ear, before dropping back down against the sheets.

“Really?” He says, and you chuckle slightly, smiling at him as your run your hands across his pale chest.

“Really.” You echo, and he presses another kiss to your lips.

Max’s hands find the hem of your shirt and gently tug the fabric upwards, pulling it over your head and dropping it to the floor.

He begins to press soft kisses to your neck, your chest, and your stomach, slowly sliding downwards until he reaches the hem of your pants, gently pushing past the fabric with his lips as his fingers toyed with the waistband.

“May I?” He asks, looking up at you, and you nod.

He slides the material down your hips slowly, peppering every inch of your newly exposed flesh with kisses.

As the garment finally finds its way to the floor, Max takes his chance to gently push your legs apart, pressing kisses to your inner thighs, moving closer and closer to your core with every action.

“Mmm Max… please.” You moan as your desire for him continues to build within you.

“You want me to take these off?” Max asks, looping his fingers around the waistband of your panties which still hugged your hips.

“God, fuck, yes, please.” You say, and Max nods his head, working the material downwards to expose your already dripping pussy.

Your panties join the rest of your discarded clothing on the floor, and Max returns his attention to your skin, running his tongue across your inner thigh, before licking a wide stripe across your pussy.

You let your head fall back against the sheets and close your eyes, only for them to snap open as you flash back to the events of earlier today.

“Wait, Max, stop.” You say, and he does so, looking up at you with concern in his eyes.

“Are you okay? We can stop if you’re not ready to do this yet.” He says, and you shake your head.

“It’s not that. I want to do this, I just… This morning, Daniel and I…” You say, unsure exactly how to say what you needed to say.

“It’s none of my business what happened between you and Daniel.” Max says rather matter of factly.

“So… you’re not mad that we did stuff?” You ask, a surprised tone to your voice.

“Why would I be mad? I was a fucking dick to you this morning, if anything I owe Daniel my sincere thanks for cheering you up, even if I would rather it had been me doing whatever he did to you.” Max says, and you sigh a sigh of relief.

“So you don’t think I’m a whore for letting my best friend eat me out the day after you fucked me?” You ask, and Max blinks at you, before a sly smile appears on his lips.

“No, not at all. If anything, that just makes this more interesting.” Max says.

“How so?”

“I know I can lick and suck at that pretty pussy of yours better than Daniel can. I’m gonna make you scream baby.” Max says, and you smile wickedly at him as he once again buries his head between your legs, concentrating his tongue on your clit.

You arch your back into the sheets as he continues his assault on your clit, his hand gripping your inner thigh tightly to push your legs open as he tongue licks downwards, teasing your hole.

As Max pushes his tongue inside you, you let out a deep moan at the sensation. He was clearly skilled with his tongue, he knew exactly how to use it, how to make you squirm beneath him.

“Fucking hell Max don’t stop.” You moan as he buries his face even deeper between your legs, his tongue pushing further into you, his nose pressing against your clit.

“What would you do if I stopped?” Max says, the vibration of his words against your wet folds driving you crazy.

“Hmm… I don’t know. Maybe I’d go to Christian and tell him just what a bad boy you’ve been?”

Max wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, swiping his tongue against the sensitive flesh in a dedicated rhythm.

A moan falls from your lips, and Max chuckles into you.

“I know better than most that you prefer a bad boy.” Max says, ending his attack on your clit to rub his fingers across your wet pussy.

Before you could even comprehend what he was doing, his fingers enter your slick hole, his thick digits pushing deep within you.

You whine at the feeling of fullness, bucking your hips towards him and encouraging his fingers to move deeper within you, to hit the right spot.

Max curls his fingers with each slow thrust, gradually building his pace before returning his lips to your clit.

“Fuck, Max, you don’t know what you do to me.” You say, and Max chuckles.

“Baby I can see how wet you are for me, I know I drive you crazy.” Max mumbles, before taking your clit between his teeth, causing you to flinch.

“Cocky bastard.”

“Don’t fuck with me, you know you love it,” Max responds, his voice deep and smooth like velvet. “But I am going to have to punish you for that.”

Max ceases the movement of his fingers, leaving them buried deep within you but still in motion. He lifts his head to make eye contact with you, a wicked smirk playing on his lips.

“No, Max, I’ll be good please, I promise.” You whine, and Max’s smile grows.

“Cum for me on just my fingers baby, can you do that?”

You nod.

“Good girl,” Max says, and a shiver runs through your body. “Cum for me and I’ll give you my cock.”

You nod again, and Max resumes the movement of his fingers in and out of you, curling them ever so slightly to reach your g spot.

Your head falls back against the sheets at the sensation as you feel that familiar ache building within your core.

“(Y/n), I need you to look at me, can you do that?” He speaks, and you lift your head to meet his gaze.

Your head feels like a lead weight on your neck, but you fight to keep it upright and maintain eye contact with Max as his thumb moves to circle your clit.

“Max, fuck, I’m gonna…” You begin, but trail off as your orgasm hits you and a deep breathy moan escapes your mouth.

Wave after wave of pleasure courses through your body as Max slows his pace, feeling your walls tense around his thick fingers.

You finally lose your strength and you collapse to the bed, your head hitting the sheets abruptly.

“Good girl.” Max praises, his voice cutting through the sound of your own heavy breathing.

“Fuck that was… You’re so good at that I-“ You say, struggling to form a sentence in the afterglow of your orgasm.

“I know, baby.” Max says, removing his fingers from your cunt and licking them clean, pulling them out of his mouth with a loud pop.

“Can I have your cock now?” You ask. “Please?”

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” Max says, standing at the foot of the bed, his eyes not leaving your form for a moment as he unzips his jeans and discards them to the floor.

Having finally regained your strength, you lift yourself up from the sheets and crawl towards him, your eyes wide and your mouth open as you stare at his erect cock beneath his boxers.

You reach out for the material and look up at him, asking for permission, and he nods.

You brush your hand over his erection through the grey fabric already stained with precum. He groans at the contact, and you could tell just how desperate he was for you. He wanted you to touch him, to feel him. He wanted to feel you from the inside, to be enveloped by your tight walls as they clench around him in pleasure. And you were more than happy to oblige.

Max clearly didn’t enjoy being teased, as his hands find your own, guiding them up towards the waistband of his boxers.

You rest your hands on his hips for a moment, before slowly easing the garment down, allowing his cock to spring free.

His head falls back as you take the tip of his cock in your mouth, licking and teasing the head as you run your fingers gently across the underside of his shaft.

“Don’t be a fucking tease, (y/n)” Max stutters, and you remove the tip of his cock from your mouth.

“Get on the bed and fuck me then.” You say, before taking the full length of his cock in your mouth, taking him as deep into you as you could manage before pulling your lips away from him.

You look up at him through your eyelashes, an innocent look on your face as you wait for him to make the next move.

“Oh I fucking hate you.” Max grunts, before grabbing your shoulders and pushing you back onto the bed.

“I hate you too, love.” You say.

The springs of the mattress react loudly as you collapse against the sheets, and you can’t help but chuckle as your thoughts pass to the poor person in the room next door. Oh the things they must have heard these past few days.

Max climbs onto the bed, running his hands up your calves, over your knees and settling them on your inner thighs, pushing your legs open to allow himself better access to you.

“You look so gorgeous like this. I don’t know how I’m going to be able to control myself around you next week knowing you look like that beneath your race suit.” Max says, and you smile.

“How do you think I feel knowing those talented fingers of yours will be gripping the steering wheel instead of my thighs?” You say, and Max smirks.

“Maybe we could make this our new pre-race ritual?” Max says, lining his cock up with your sensitive, dripping cunt.

“And our post-race ritual?” You ask, as Max grabs your thigh to pull you closer to him, resting your calf on his shoulder.

“It’s a pity we can’t do it during the race too.” Max says, and he pushes his cock inside you with a groan.

You grip the sheets so hard your knuckles turn white as you adjust to his size, his cock stretching you and pushing deeper than his fingers could only hope to reach.

“I think we’d definitely get, at least, a five second penalty for that.” You say, and Max chuckles as he begins to thrust in and out of you, slowly at first.

“I’d take the penalty, it’s worth it. You feel so fucking good.” Max says, his hands gripping at your thighs to pull you closer with each and every thrust.

“I don’t think Christian would be too happy with that.” You say, and Max grunts.

“Please stop mentioning Christian when I’m fucking you.” Max says, and you cant help but laugh in response.

“Sorry, sorry.” You say, trying to suppress your laughter.

“It’s not funny, (y/n).” Max says, stifling a chuckle of his own.

“It is a bit.” You say, and Max collapses into laughter, dropping your leg from his shoulder and adjusting his position, resting each of his arms either side of your head.

Max looks into your eyes and you both struggle to hold back your laughter.

“You’ll be the death of me, (y/n), I swear.” Max says, before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“Would it be right if it was anyone else?” You say, raising your eyebrow at him, and he shakes his head with a soft smile.

“Touché.” Max says.

You tangle your hands in his hair and pull his head down to yours, pressing your lips together in a passionate kiss.

“We were in the middle of something just now…” You say as you pull away.

“You think I’ve forgotten? My dick is literally in you right now.” Max says, and you roll your eyes.

“Then you’d better fucking use it. Make me cum again Maxy.” You say, and you allow your hands to run down his neck, settling on his muscular shoulders.

Max thrusts into you once again, and you dig into his soft skin with your nails.

His eyes don’t leave yours for a second as he fucks you, but it isn’t like before. His movements are soft, tender, gentle.

The air is filled with soft grunts and moans as you make love to one another, building and building until he hits your sweet spot at just the right angle and you feel that familiar sensation once again in your core.

“Fuck, Max, right there, keep going, fuck.” You say between breaths, and Max obeys, hitting that spot over and over again until your vision goes black and you feel the pleasure wash over you like a tidal wave.

Your walls clench around him as you cum, and Max lets out a deep moan as he cums inside of you.

Max pulls out of you and collapses beside you on the crumpled white sheets, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he comes down from his own orgasm.

“So… does this mean we’re exclusive now?” You ask, and Max smiles at you.

“If you want to be?” Max says, and you smile, rolling your eyes at him.

“Of course I do. Do you really think I’d fuck anyone else when I know how good you are at making me cum?” You say. “But… do you want to be?”

“Sure,” Max says. “But there’s one condition, of course.”

You raise your eyebrow at him.

“What condition would that be?” You ask.

“Don’t mention Christian again when I’m inside you.” Max says, struggling to suppress a chuckle.

“It’s a deal.” You laugh.

One year later…

“Awooga.”

“That’s all you have to say, Daniel?” You say, rolling your eyes at your best friend.

“You want more? I mean, it’s not too late to change your mind, y’know? My car’s outside, lets run away and elope, change our names, and by tomorrow morning we could be having wild crazy sex on some beach in Bali.” Daniel says, and you slap him on the arm.

“Wow, what a romantic idea, lets do it.” You say, a deadpan expression on your face.

“Really?” Daniel chuckles.

“Yeah, why not, it’s always been my dream to leave my loving fiancé at the altar on my wedding day!” You say sarcastically.

Daniel laughs, his face settling into a small smile as his eyes land on yours in the full length mirror before you.

“Seriously though, you look beautiful. You’re glowing. Max is a lucky man.” Daniel says, and you smile brightly.

“He is.” You say.

“Wow, beautiful and humble, he really won the lottery when he found you.” Daniel says, and you shake your head, chuckling at him.

“Oh, you know what I mean. We’re both lucky. Lucky to have each other.” You say, rolling your eyes at Daniel for the second time.

You run your hands down the front of your dress, smoothing the soft white silk with your fingertips.

“So… you nervous?” Daniel asks.

“Honestly? No. I know most people say they’re terrified to walk down the aisle but I’m just so ready to do this. It just feels right, y’know?” You say, turning to smile at your best friend.

“I know we’ve only been together a year, and the engagement was short, and planning everything so last minute was a total nightmare, but it just feels right. I can’t wait to marry Max. I bet he’s probably over in his suite absolutely shitting himself right now, though.” You say, and Daniel shakes his head.

“I just went to see him, and he’s said pretty much the same thing as you. You two really are so alike, y’know? It’s no wonder you make the perfect couple.” Daniel says, and you cant help but beam brightly at his comment.

Not so long ago, you had hated every journalist, pundit and twitter user who dared to say that you and Max were in any way alike. You hated those words almost as much as you had hated the man himself. But that one weekend together had changed everything, and you had gone from despising him to loving him, from wanting to kill him, to being willing to die for him.

When Max got down on one knee on your six-month anniversary, your initial response had been to laugh. He was scared, for a moment, thinking you were ridiculing him for proposing so soon, only for you to open your bag to reveal a matching velvet box containing an intricately engraved silver band. You had also planned to propose to Max that evening, only for him to beat you to it.

Your engagement felt right, especially as the new season approached, a season that would be like no other, as you would begin your campaign to defend your maiden world title win. Despite your affections for one another, the rivalry and passion for the sport the two of you held in your hearts made the final race a tough battle for the top spot, a spot you managed to claim.

Naturally, the media wanted to spin the narrative that you taking the title would destroy your relationship, but if anything, it only made you stronger. You were dubbed the ‘power couple of F1’ - an unstoppable force both alone and united - no one could touch you.

And so, during the summer break, the two of you hung up your race suits and fireproofs and exchanged them for your matrimonial regalia, confirming your bond to the world as one that would never break.

You hear a knock on the door and it opens just a crack, allowing your father’s head to peek through the gap.

“You ready, love?” He says, and you nod.

“I better get going, best man duties and all that,” Daniel says. “I’ll see you out there.”

“Hey, you’re my maid of honour too, don’t forget that!”

“How could I forget? It took me weeks to talk you out of making me wear that fucking bridesmaid dress.” Daniel says, and you chuckle.

“But you looked so pretty in those photos!” You laugh, and Daniel shakes his head.

“Hey, those photos are between me, you and God, okay? No one sees those, not even Max.” Daniel says, and you snort, unable to control your laughter.

“I will not be keeping secrets from my new husband!” You say, struggling to suppress a smile.

“Okay, fine, show him, but consider that my wedding present, I’m keeping the air fryer I got you.” Daniel says.

“Damn, keep your fucking air fryer, I’m making those pictures into fridge magnets mate.” You laugh, and Daniel shakes his head, trying to remain serious despite the smile threatening to spread across his face.

“Okay, okay, I’m going. See you soon Mrs. Verstappen.” Daniel says before darting out of your suite.

You turn to your father, who offers you his arm from his position in the doorway. You walk over to him and loop your arm around his, offering him a small smile as your eyes begin to well up with happy tears.

“Okay then, lets go! My future awaits.” You say, as you step out into the corridor, closing the door to your suite, and opening the door to the next chapter of your life.

[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

Through Their Eyes ༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚

Summary: lando and yn’s relationship through other people’s eyes

𝄞 ln x reader 𓇢𓆸

𝄞 fluff 𓇢𓆸

masterlist ☾☼

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

carlos

carlos had known lando since he was nineteen. being teammates with him made carlos realise that they had a lot of common interests, and their sense of humour matched, and in the blink of an eye, lando had become one of carlos' best friends. there wasn't a day that went by without carlos or lando talking to each other, and there wasn't a day that went by without the two learning something new about each other.

carlos prided himself on the fact that he could read lando pretty well. y/n was lando's age and had joined mclaren as part of their hospitality intern. she was not supposed to have much interaction with the drivers, especially considering that she was an intern. her main jobs on some days was to make coffee runs.

fortunately, the coffee runs were what brought lando and y/n closer.

"coffee for you, mr sainz, and coffee for you, mr norris," she had said when she put two cups down in front of them.

carlos had watched as lando was about to make a joke but seemed lost as he stared at the woman and then back at the cup, and back at the woman.

he decided to be a good friend in that moment and save the awestruck boy, "unfortunately, lando doesn't have coffee. he only likes milk. he's still a little boy,"

y/n had laughed, and carlos had watched again with a smirk as lando stared at her with the biggest smile on his face. "i'll be back with a glass of milk then,"

it had become a running joke between the three of them, and soon she had started accompanying them to races as well. in the two years that she had interned with mclaren, she had spoken to almost driver on the grid, and carlos had watched how y/n and lando had slowly become friends. though, friends would be a more appropriate word instead of saying 'lando followed her around and just stood behind her, lost in his daydreams while she spoke to the drivers'.

carlos had watched how lando was always including her in conversations where she stood near the wall, how he pushed her to give her opinion. he had watched how lando slowly helped her build her confidence as she began to become more sure of herself and her abilities.

carlos had also watched how she was always the first one to tell lando that he had done a good job. she sat with him whenever he reviewed all the places he went wrong and had to be better at. she helped him understand the right places for making jokes, and the kind of jokes. he had watched how y/n had slowly helped build lando's confidence.

carlos and lando had a similar humour, but he found very quickly that lando and y/n's humour were exactly the same. they had inside jokes and eyes that laughed every time they looked at each other. they had soft touches and fingers that always grasped the air in the end.

the night of one of the races, when people had left, and only a few were remaining, carlos had been looking for lando to tell him about the golfing range that they could try out during the two weekends they had free. he had walked around looking his friend, even calling out his name. eventually, he found him sitting on the curb of the track with y/n.

they had their masks off, and were sitting close to each other. considering that they were the only two people around, carlos had not reminded the two to wear their masks.

the two had been laughing and giggling and leaning, and carlos walked a little closer to listen to what they were talking about.

"what'cha gonna do for the next two weeks?" lando had asked. it was quiet, and they were quieter, but carlos could still hear them.

"actually, i've been so excited to tell you about it! so, you know how i joined mclaren as an intern, and well, i'm still at a beginner level because i told you that i didn't want to do this forever?" she had seemed excited.

lando had only nodded, still staring at her. it made carlos wonder if lando was actually listening to what was being said.

"so, i've been doing some research, because i finally figured out what i'm going to do with my life. my parents only let me do this because i was interested in formula one, and i wanted a break after high school. though, admittedly, the break was supposed to be just a gap year, ended up being two-three years, but that's fine-"

y/n was cut off, because lando had finally gotten the courage and kissed her. carlos' mouth fell open. lando had confided in him about his crush on y/n, but carlos knew long before that. hell, carlos had known from the very first moment possible.

she had kissed him back, and carlos turned around with a smile on his face as he gave them some privacy.

just as he was leaving, he heard y/n's voice sounding heartbroken, and stopped short.

"lan, i'm going back to university. that's what i wanted to tell you."

"what?"

"i was talking to the drivers the other day about their childhood and what they faced, what you went through. max with his dad, lewis with the bullying, all of that. i realised then that i wanted to study child psychology. i want to be a child psychologist."

"oh. so, when are you leaving?"

"i gave my resignation letter this morning. i found a good university in london too. i applied a while back, and i got in."

"you got in."

"i got in, lan!" she was trying to be excited, carlos knew.

"that's amazing, y/n, congratulations,"

carlos turned around to peek, just a little bit, and saw the two embracing. he watched as lando tried to hide his tears, and y/n, who couldn't stop smiling. he watched as lando found his eyes, and carlos didn't know what to do in that moment.

"it doesn't have to change anything. i mean, i know i won't be there for race weekends and at the mtc and stuff, but i'm here for you." y/n said.

the two pulled back. y/n frowned at the tears on lando's face, and gently wiped them off. carlos feared what was going to happen to their friendship now.

"and, i mean, if the kiss wasn't a fluke, i'd like it again. and maybe every time i see you next?" y/n said, smiling, hoping, and carlos sighed in relief. yeah, the kids were going to be okay.

he could hear lando laughing as he walked back inside. lando was going to marry y/n, carlos could bet his life on it.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

daniel

when daniel had joined mclaren, there was one thing that he saw and was sure of right from the first day: no one could handle lando norris like y/n y/l/n.

he had spoken to her, and was good acquaintances with her. he knew that she had been working with mclaren for a year. lando and y/n seemed to be better friends than lando and carlos were, and that was a tough duo to break.

daniel felt awkward with lando at first. the two had barely anything in common, and combine it with their ten year age gap, it felt almost impossible to bond with the boy over something. both of them felt awkward at first, and both of them knew it.

y/n was perceptive, though, daniel had to agree. she had forced lando and daniel into a room and gave them an hour. that did wonders for the new teammates, because by the end of it, they had become so much more comfortable with each other and just couldn't stop laughing.

that was when daniel started noticing more about lando and y/n's friendship. the way that she was always the first one there to congratulate him, and the last person he saw before he left the garage for a race. the way that he always looked for her, even when he was working.

at first, daniel couldn't understand the impact that a young 20 year old woman could have on a young 20 year old man. their lives were just starting, yet somehow, with them, it felt like their lives had reached the stage of contentment with each other.

when lando first launched quadrant, daniel had watched how y/n had surprised him with wearing the merch and proudly showing it off. he had watched and smiled at how lando had gotten so excited, he had picked her up as he cheered, "you're wearing quadrant! you're wearing my merch!"

she was there for all of the races at first, in the mclaren uniform. daniel had watched how she would talk to him before every race. daniel didn't know what they were talking about, but it always had a laugh and it always ended up with a hug. he honestly thought that y/n was a witch, with the way she could calm down the hyperactive boy. no one that daniel had seen had that effect on lando the way y/n did.

and then, after a point, y/n stopped coming to races. and, daniel wondered if lando and her had had a falling out. he didn't know if he should approach his teammate about it, because it could be a sensitive topic.

two races gone by, and y/n hadn't come. lando had looked upset during those weekends, and he always disappeared right before the race and right after. after one particular race, daniel decided to suck it up and ask.

"why doesn't y/n come anymore?" he blurted out. it wasn't the way he wanted to go about it.

lando smiled softly, and daniel wasn't sure what that smile meant, "she quit. she went back to studying. goes to a university in london."

daniel didn't know that.

"are you guys still in touch?" daniel tried to be as casual as possible, but he wasn't sure if he was doing a good job.

lando's smile got bigger, and daniel took it as a good sign, "yeah, we're in touch. we talk before and after races, and pretty much any time that we're free,"

"that's good to hear," the conversation had ended there.

daniel now knew what his teammate did before and after races when he disappeared.

the silverstone race was when he had finally seen y/n again. lando hadn't seen her yet, and y/n had looked jittery. spotting her, daniel approached her.

"hey, i haven't seen you in so long!" daniel exclaimed.

the two hugged briefly, "oh my god, it's so good to see you! i've just been so busy with uni. finally a race that i could attend,"

"missed us, did you?" daniel teased.

"so so so much," y/n said, and the two laughed.

daniel watched from over y/n's head as lando, who had initially been talking to one of his mechanics pause and turn around, as if he had heard her laugh. daniel continued his conversation with y/n, while also watching lando's reaction. he was looking around, a frown on his face. if daniel had to compare lando's reaction to something, it would be to a dog who could suddenly sniff his favourite treat from somewhere.

just as y/n was about to say something, daniel watched lando finally spotting her in her ln4 merch, before practically screaming, "y/n!"

y/n turned, her eyes lighting up, and lando ran from the other side, dodging people. daniel took a few steps back, wanting to give the two friends some space.

lando's arms had immediately wrapped around her waist, and he picked her up. his face was buried in her neck, and all he said was her name. okay, friends definitely did not hug like that.

pulling back from the hug, lando kissed her. daniel's mouth fell open in shock. y/n had kissed him back, before she pulled away, laughing. lando put her down on the floor again, and pressed kisses all over her face, whispering in between, "you're here, you're here, you're actually here, i'm so happy right now,"

noticing a cameraman approaching, daniel softly said, "cameras, guys,"

taking a deep breath, lando took a step back, folding his arms, "thanks, dan,"

"no problem. now, wanna tell me what's going on here?" his teasing tone only made the two grin bigger.

"we started dating my last night in mclaren," y/n said softly.

"i bet lando cried. finally kissed a girl, didn't you?"

"i did actually cry," lando said, and the three laughed.

kyle, lando's mechanic called out, and daniel bid goodbyes to lando and y/n. he turned heading back, looking back just once to see lando's arm across y/n's shoulders, and y/n's arm circling his waist as they walked to where kyle was.

daniel hadn't seen lando look that happy since y/n had stopped coming for races. something about him had changed. he looked more confident and pleased. he looked as if he could hold the world on his shoulders if he wanted to.

his confidence was seen on the track as well. despite losing two places, lando was happier than most, and daniel knew that just the presence of y/n could have that effect on him.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

max f

max remembered the day lando had called him, excited to tell him about a girl he had met and how carlos, she, and lando had joked around, and how beautiful her laugh was.

he remembered the blush on lando's cheeks and how excited he was. he denied liking her at that time, but no one ever called their best friend to talk about a woman for forty five minutes just to later claim that he didn't have a crush on her.

max had been apprehensive of the woman at first. lando was new to formula one, and he was bound to get famous. from what lando had told max, she was an intern, the same age as them. lando was a trusting fellow, and max felt the need to look out for his friend.

the first time lando had introduced y/n and max to each other, the two were just friends. though, the first meeting proved that max had no reason to be worried. y/n was quick with her witty responses like lando always was. she put up a good fight every time. their banter was entertaining, and y/n knew just how to keep lando on his toes.

they understood each other quite well too. max remembered when after a particularly bad race, the two were on a facetime call, where lando was explaining all that he could have done better, and max giving his inputs. their conversation had been interrupted when a knock on lando's hotel room was heard.

"might be carlos," lando had mumbled, before leaving max on his bed, staring at the ceiling. max could still hear everything, though.

"carlos, i don't feel like-" he heard lando's voice cut off.

"surprise!" a woman's voice, y/n's, was heard.

"what are you doing here?" lando had asked.

"well, i read somewhere that cookies and brownies fixed everything. but, i couldn't find enough ingredients for one particular thing, so i made brookies!" her voice was louder, and max assumed that she had entered the room.

suddenly he saw her face pop up on the phone, "hi max!"

"hey, y/n!" max waved at her.

"you baked me something?"

"uh huh. your flight isn't till nine, and i thought that i could help you pack since you're terrible at it, and max, you and me could listen to music and dance around and eat brookies!"

they had done exactly that, y/n and lando trying their best to include max in all their conversations as well. they jumped around, laughed, and ate brookies throughout. max yelled at lando to save some for him, but lando had pretended to not hear, and then y/n had promised to make more for him. lando was smiling again, and even though max knew that he still felt bitter about the race, it had distracted him.

it was silent for a few seconds, only the music playing, when max checked what was going on. he stopped himself from saying anything when he saw lando and y/n locked in a hug. his face was buried in her neck, and her fingers were in his hair. max didn't know what either of them were saying, but lando had a tight grip on her, his knuckles turning white, and y/n just held him.

max knew their relationship would change soon.

and it had.

after the two had gotten together, lando began coming to london more often, even if it was to spend time with y/n. he invited y/n everywhere, whether they went for quadrant shoots, or meeting new people for new business partnerships.

she would come with her textbooks and her laptop, insisting on studying while they did their thing. for the most part, she did study. during the plane ride to wherever they were going, lando and y/n would sit side by side, sharing wired earphones, listening to music while y/n studied. lando would usually stare at her, or play with her hair. during shoots, y/n would be just as enthusiastic as lando, always pushing him for new ideas.

she trusted him insanely too. any time he would drive at a speed that even scared him, max had seen the way y/n would be carefree, throwing her arms in the air and enjoying the wind.

y/n would even help out with designing lando's helmets. the two had a connection that max didn't understand that well. they brought out the best in each other and knew just how to handle the worst too.

max had seen lando more worried about whether y/n had eaten during exam season than he generally was about himself. max had seen lando care for something other than racing and quadrant. it was new and refreshing, and max knew it was a forever kind of deal.

it always was a forever kind of deal with lando and y/n.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

alex and george

alex and george had sort-of grown up with lando. they had raced each other in f2, and had become quick friends. lando used to look upto alex and george, and the boys knew about it.

they had known lando well when he was a young boy, had seen the way he drove, the way he acted, the way he was in general. they had seen his cocky attitude, and as much of a show he put up in front of the media, they knew that he looked upto almost driver that were on the grid as he tried to make a place for himself in between them.

they had seen how low his confidence was, despite being outgoing and getting along with almost everyone he met. he had been their topic of conversation many times, with the two trying to figure out how they could be there for their friend.

it had helped that lando had found a true friend in carlos, and then daniel. it had changed lando, a positive change that both, alex and george were incredibly happy to see. he still blamed himself after races, but carlos, a veteran, reassuring lando had had a greater effect than george and alex. the two men understood why. they had the same amount of experience in formula one as lando, so trying to convince him that he had done a good job wasn't as effective.

lando had really changed, though, after he met y/n. y/n was outgoing, like lando, and she could talk a mile a minute. she seemed to really give max competition when it came to yapping. but, the best thing that she ever did was make lando smile more often. george and alex were grateful for that.

y/n had a way of correcting lando or telling him new information without making him feel dumb. george and alex knew how insecure lando was for never finishing his schooling, unlike oscar. it was a shock to alex and george when lando told them random facts throughout the day. it was a good kind of shock, but a shock nonetheless. they knew almost immediately that it was the work of y/n.

lando had always been humble. online, he was arrogant. but, he knew what he needed to work on, he knew everything he could about his, and he always wanted to know more. george and alex had often teased him about leaving the last on saturdays after the qualifying session.

but, y/n had stayed with him, had encouraged him, and had showed him that even if he failed, he was still good enough. y/n showed him that even if he lost ten positions, he was still good enough as a driver, and as a racer. he deserved to be in f1, something that a lot of people, including george and alex agreed on.

over the years, lando had gotten good at saying what was expected of him. it was often things that he would go and directly tell people to their faces, but always play it off with the media. lando never forgot to remind alex and george how much he respected them, even if they told them in private. they knew that that was lando's way of making sure that they knew he was being sincere.

the world didn't understand it as much, and the media loved to twist all of their words. so, y/n helped him understand. and, y/n helped him grow. and, even though lando was always a good person, y/n made him better everyday.

alex and george often spoke about the difference five years, six years had made in lando. and they could agree that lando was still the same person, but just a little more grown up and a little more focused. it was his own doing, with some help from y/n.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

max v

padel with lando was one of his favourite things to do. lando was competitive, and he made jokes, and he was arrogant and deprecating, and somehow all of it just fit well.

they had a weekend free before the next race, and what better way could there have been than to participate in another sport with the same person who was the contender for the world driver's championship?

they had played for hours, and after the two had completely exhausted themselves, lando invited max over to his apartment for lunch. agreeing, max texted kelly about his lunch plans with lando, and the two drove to lando's apartment their individual cars.

parking, the two went up the elevator, laughing and giggling and gossiping on their way over. just as lando was about to unlock his front door, he paused and turned to max.

"my girlfriend is a little mad at me right now. i kinda paid off part of her university tuition and i didn't tell her, and now she found out, and i'm basically-"

"-fucked. you're basically fucked."

lando opened his mouth to retaliate, but agreed with max. he was fucked.

unlocking the door, lando called out, "babe, we're home!"

y/n appeared from the hallway, "hi, max! how was padel?"

max watched as lando moved towards her with his arms open, almost like a routine of when he comes back home, but y/n dodged his hands and stepped away. lando looked like a puppy who had gotten kicked, and as much as max wanted to laugh at the expression, he did feel a little bad for his friend.

"hey! um, padel was good. i beat lando, 5 games out of 8," he said.

y/n laughed, "that's wonderful. i'll get your lunch set up, so why don't you relax?"

she still hadn't said a word to lando, and as she turned to head towards the kitchen, he watched as lando followed her like a dog on a leash.

max settled on the couch, and tilted his head back, closing his eyes. he tried not to listen, to not eavesdrop on his friend's very private conversation. but they were loud, so technically, it wasn't his fault.

"baby, i'm sorry, i was trying to help!" lando's urgent voice could be heard. he was speaking softly, but in the quiet house, it was still loud enough for max to hear.

"helping means washing the dishes or getting me supplies for my exams! helping does not mean paying off my tuition!" y/n's hushed whisper came next. she was angry.

"but, why can't i just pay for the tuition? i've got the money, you and i are going to end up married anyways! what's mine is yours!" max had to admit, this was probably the first time he had heard lando so sure on marrying someone.

"exactly! you've got the money. not me. lando, i need to be able to survive on my own, and my tuition is my problem. not yours."

"you are surviving on your own! just 'cause i'm here doesn't mean that you can't lean on me for stuff!"

max heard y/n let out a groan of frustration, "i'm not as rich as you are, lando. i'm not a celebrity or a model, i don't have the money. i'm studying to be a child psychologist. this is my future, and my college, including my tuition fees, is my responsibility."

"yeah, well, you are my future. so, you're my responsibility, and that includes your college and your tuition fees and literally everything else in the world." max smiled. maybe lando would not have to sleep on the couch tonight.

it was quiet for a few seconds, the only sound came from the sizzling of the pan.

"darling, i'm sorry i paid your tuition fees without asking or telling you first. you were stressed out about it the other day, and you were telling me how you would have to take extra shifts at the diner, and i just thought that if i have the money for it, why can't i just get rid of that stress of yours? i really just wanted to help, nothing else." lando's voice was soft, and max strained his ears to listen.

"i feel like i'm taking advantage of you," y/n whispered softly. why were they talking so quietly? max couldn't hear a thing properly.

"advantage of me? love, no. you deserve so much more than what i can offer you. i hate that i have to be away for so long because of my job, but you've never complained and you've always supported me. sometimes i'm scared that i'm not showing you just how much i love you,"

"that's why you paid off my tuition. 'cause you wanted to prove that you love me, but you couldn't figure out how to open your mouth and say it to me,"

lando laughed. that was a good sign. it was silent again. maybe they were hugging? max wished he had a visual as well. and some popcorn.

"forgive me?" lando asked softly.

"only if you have ramen with me tonight, and watch tangled with me again,"

he expected lando to groan. he had listened to lando rant about how the movie was ingrained in his brain and how the songs were stuck in his head constantly because of his girlfriend's obsession with the movie.

"deal. i love you," lando said.

"i love you more,"

"not possible,"

"watch me,"

max smiled. lando was not sleeping on the couch tonight, that's for sure.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

oscar

there was time before the first practice race was supposed to start. oscar sat on his side of the garage, but was quickly getting bored. the mechanics and the race engineers were talking and discussing, and oscar really tried to listen to them and participate in the conversation, but all he wanted to do was go out and drive.

sighing, oscar decided to find lando. if there was anyone who could distract him, it was lando. moving over to his garage, oscar looked for lando, and found him standing with his race engineer, will. the two were in deep conversation about something. lando's shoulders were tense, and his fingers were digging into his arms as he had them crossed across his chest.

oscar sighed. he probably shouldn't disturb him, then. it looked like they were talking about something important, and it's not like oscar had anything specific in mind when he came to find lando. he just wanted a distraction and laugh about something, anything.

just as he turned to go back to his side of the garage again, oscar saw y/n. he smiled, and was about to walk over to her so that he could at least strike a conversation with her.

oscar and y/n were good friends. they had a lot of similar interests and often spoke or hung out outside of lando. lily and y/n also got along really well, and that was just another pro in his list.

just as he was about to go talk to y/n, he stopped short, as he watched her open her bag and rummage through it. the paddock pass was hanging from her neck, and the orange cap she wore almost made her invisible to the media.

finally pulling out, what he assumed was a fan, he watched as y/n weaved her way through the crowd and stood behind lando, who was still in a deep conversation with will.

oscar worried for a second. he knew lando well, and he knew y/n well. he knew that lando hated to be disturbed when he was working or when he was focused on something, especially if it was related to improving his performance. he also knew that while y/n always meant well, sometimes, she couldn't figure out the right timings for things. while oscar knew that lando would not yell at her or anything, he still worried that lando would accidentally say something in the heat of the moment that he would regret later, but it would inevitably hurt y/n. she was sensitive and she felt too much for everyone. he didn't want y/n to be hurt.

he stayed still, though. he wasn't sure if it was his place to interfere. it wasn't his relationship, and he was friends with both of them. so, he stayed where he was, and he watched.

he watched as y/n stood behind lando. he watched as will noticed her, smiling just slightly, before turning his attention back to lando. he watched as lando didn't seem to notice that.

he moved a little closer, just so he could make out a little bit of what they were saying.

he watched as y/n started fanning lando, a mischievous grin on her face. he watched as lando's shoulders sagged in relief from the cool air, and then watched him tense up. he watched as lando turned around, wanting to find out where the cool air was coming from, and was met with y/n and her fan.

the couple were laughing now, and lando hooked an arm around her waist and trapped her against him. oscar could see both of y/n's arms against lando's chest as she leaned back to look at him, her hand still clutching the fan.

he watched as the two spoke, far too softly for oscar to hear them. but he saw the smiles on their faces, and the love in their eyes. the fans called him oscar "heart eyes" piastri whenever he looked at lando. if the fans saw lando and y/n right now, "heart eyes" would be an understatement.

he watched as lando pressed a kiss to her lips, and he watched as y/n tucked herself against his chest. he watched as lando and will got back to their conversation. lando's hands were running up and down her back, and oscar watched as lando's shoulders relaxed, and how he wasn't grinding his teeth anymore, and how all the tension that he seemed to keep in his body almost all the time melted away.

in that moment, oscar realised that the things he knew about his teammate/friend and his friend, they knew it better. they knew each other better, and they were stronger like that.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

i may have messed up the timeline a bit somewhere in the start. but, this is one of my favourites that i've ever written! this is my prompt list, so y'all can select a number, give me a driver and i will write it as soon as possible! i also have a google form for a taglist if anyone's interested! you can sent in your requests here :)

[maxivstappen]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝟏 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒

featuring ; max verstappen , lando norris , oscar piastri , charles leclerc , carlos sainz , lewis hamilton , george russel , daniel ricciardo , franco colapinto

🎙️:: i know i said i want to write more angst but after dylhitm i felt like finishing this. this might be nastier than the fwb one so beware and have fun! (ALL of these are rushed and i know that carlos didn’t exactly steal them but who cares)

SUGGESTIVE !! [can’t link my mlists so pls look at my navi!]

🎙️:: reblogs are heavily appreciated as always, thanks for reading !

taglist :: @norrisdriver @simonsrileyhusband <3

[csainzoperator]

f1 drivers and their reaction to "she's busy" ☆

summary: f1 drivers reacting to "she's busy bro"

warnings: fem pronouns, mentions of cheating, slightly suggestive, comedic threatening, nicknames (baby, babe, love) idk if there are any other???

charles, carlos, lewis, george, max

oscar, lando, alex, logan, daniel

an: tbf, if i dont get bf responses like this, im dying single. AND IF UR BF AINT RESPONDING LIKE THIS, LEAVE HIS ASS GIRL 🤞🏼

lemme know if u liked it 🫶🏼🫶🏼

[verstappen-cult]

GETTING CAUGHT MAKING OUT WITH THE BOYS | F1 GRID

INTRODUCING THE BOYS. lando norris. charles leclerc. oscar piastri. max verstappen. alex albon. daniel ricciardo. mick schumacher. logan sargeant. BONUS. . . lance stroll.

★ — LANDO NORRIS (4)

it stared with a couple of innocent kisses in lando’s driver room before the race. you don’t usually engage in that kind of behavior at least until after a race, but lando was feeling a little under the weather and while you were only trying to comfort him, he had other plans. and, well, if that makes him feel better you won’t deny him a little bit of fun. now, you’re straddling your boyfriend’s thighs, it’s hot and you want to rip your top and his fireproofs off, and lando, as always, is one step ahead of you. his hands slip under your shirt, the pad of his fingers softly caressing your skin as his lips find the pulse point on your neck. you don’t know if the whimper you hear belongs to you or lando, the only thing you know is that the race can wait a few minutes.

“lando it’s time to g–” you don’t hear the end of the sentence because lando’s race engineer it’s too stunned to finish speaking. you’re quick to jump off of your boyfriend’s lap, but you’ve been caught and it’s impossible to deny what you were doing, there’s evidence on yours and lando’s face. the man just laughs and closes the door, saying something about keeping his head clear of any distraction.

★ — CHARLES LECLERC (16)

you were just trying to help charles clean his shirt after you spilled your drink on top of him. but he was so close to you, his breath tickling your cheek and sending a shiver down your spine, and it just happened. the kiss was shy at first, both of you uncertain of what you were doing. but then you were being lifted up by charles and sat down on the sink, legs immediately parting to make room for him. you didn’t care that you were in dani’s guest bathroom and anyone could walk in on you, you also didn’t care when charles’ hands found your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh while his mouth kept the assault in yours, neither did you care when those same hands lifted your dress up, up and up until you could clearly feel the effect your kisses were making on him.

you were ready to ask charles to do something when the door opened startling you both. charles stepped away and you jumped off the sink, trying to brush your hair and looked presentable to the owner of the house who was now looking at you, surprise written all over his face before bursting out laughing. “guys! you won’t believe this!” it only took a panicked looked between you and charles for the boy to sprint down the hallway to try and shut his friend up.

★ — OSCAR PIASTRI (81)

you don’t know if australia has something in the air or if being in oscar’s childhood bedroom is making you feel a certain way. but the second the door closes, you’re leading him to the bed. oscar is a little uncertain at first and looks like he’s about to say something, but the words die in his throat the moment your lips find his. he doesn’t wait a minute in taking control, and lays you down on the bed, his body on top of yours. then your impromptu kissing session it’s not enough, you need to feel him closer, you want his hands everywhere.

“would you like some lemonade?” it’s too late for you to pretend to be doing something else than being in an intense making out session when oscar’s mom, the woman you’ve just met that same day, opens the door. when she sees the scene, she quickly closes her eyes, hiding behind her hands. it would make you laugh if it were any other situation. oscar doesn’t move but looks like a deer caught in the headlights. “i did not see a thing!” you would pretty much prefer for the earth to swallow you whole than to face the woman again.

★ — MAX VERSTAPPEN (33/1)

it’s not max’s fault that you look so, so good in that damn dress that all he wants is to rip it off of you. if the FIA gala wasn’t so important—it’s not. not for him, at least—he would get out of there immediately. instead, he has to settle with crowding you against a wall in a secluded corner of the building when he finally has some time for you. he can barely keep his hands to himself, and is touching you even before you can feel his lips against yours. max whispers sweet nothings as his lips go from your mouth to your neck and then up again, making you feel dizzy. he lifts your dress up around your thighs, and you allow him access in a heartbeat, not caring about anything but how addicting his kisses are.

“ejem,” a cough makes max pull away, and doesn’t hesitate on shielding your body with his, giving you enough time to fix up your clothes. “we’re next.” christian horner tries to look at anywhere but you, and you don’t know if you’re supposed to laugh or feel ashamed. both, probably. max dismisses him with a simple nod of his head, and once you’re alone, max goes back to what he was doing before. you still have a few minutes to spare, he says.

★ — ALEX ALBON (23)

you were having the time of your life choosing an outfit for a party next week, your boyfriend waiting for you just outside the changing room; you actually were focused on trying to zip up a beautiful black dress you had chosen when the door opened, revealing alex with a mischievous smile on his face. as quick as he opened it, he closed it behind him. you didn’t question him, it’s definitely not the first time he’s done something like this, so, you, more than happy, welcomed him with open arms and a set of pink and plump lips. and alex is immediately swiping his tongue across your bottom lip and kissing your properly—kissing you so slow while gently cupping your face, trying to take as much as he wants from you, and you’re ready to give it to him freely.

“is someone there?” a girl’s voice startles you both, but before you can think of hiding alex or saying something—not that you can with your boyfriend’s mouth against yours—she’s opening the door. neither you nor alex know what to do other than to stay very still and very quiet, as if that would make the girl forget what she saw.

★ — DANIEL RICCIARDO (3)

you told daniel that hiding in the airplane bathroom to make out wasn’t a good idea, but you still got up and went voluntarily when he gave you the signal. waiting for him to knock was torture, you were pretty sure you were going to get caught. but when you opened the door and your boyfriend pulled you in to finally kiss you, you forgot about everything. the way daniel kisses should be illegal—how he lets you take the lead until your kisses become sloppy and your head feels dizzy and you can’t keep up with it because it feels so good. then he takes control, gripping your waist with such force it’ll leave marks; the mere thought makes you weak in the knees.

“open up! you can’t do that in here.” a huge knock on the door makes you pull away, but daniel doesn’t let you go, chasing after you until you give up and kiss him again. this time the kisses are more intense and the tiny bathroom it’s too warm and you’re wearing too many clothes. the person behind the door is forgotten the moment daniel gets so close that you become one. you’re already in trouble, so, it’s doesn’t matter if you stay a few more minutes in there.

★ — MICK SCHUMACHER (47)

kissing at clubs is not something you would’ve done in the past, not even when lights are so low and no one cares what the person next to you is doing. but ever since you started dating mick, there are a lot of things you’ve already done that you never thought you would do. and making out in a corner of the club with mick pressing against the window, his body molding into yours just in the right spots is definitely one of them. mick is practically knocking the air out of your lungs with the way he’s kissing you, and you have to hold onto his shoulders afraid of melting to the ground. you don’t know where you are, and you really don’t care as long as mick keeps kissing you like that, so you don’t push him away when you feel his hand making its way up your thigh, getting closer to where you need him the most.

but then you hear people laughing. mick pulls away first, groaning for being interrupted, but then you look around and you’re right next to the bathroom from where a group of girls are walking out. you feel all the blood in your body rushing to your face, they look amused but you want to disappear. you hide your face in your boyfriend’s chest and don’t look up until mick is the one lifting your chin up to kiss you. this time he takes your hand while saying something about going home to finish what you started.

★ — LOGAN SARGEANT (2)

it’s childish. and all of you are adults. you definitely should not be playing truth or dare in a party like thirteen years old. however, you don’t say anything when oscar dares you to spend seven minutes in the closet with logan. it’s true you both have been dancing around each other for a while now, what you didn’t know it’s that it was so obvious for everyone around you too. the cheering from your friends dies down when the door closes and you and logan are alone. you look into each other’s eyes for a minute, pure silence in the secluded space, then logan glances down at your lips and you suck in a sharp breath when you realize he’s asking for permission. your eyelashes flutter as you take a step closer, and he wraps his arms around your waist without a trace of hesitation. you’re gasping into his mouth the next second, his lips warm and soft. his fingers brush along your jaw and, in that moment, you decide this won’t be the last time you’re gonna be tasting his lips, you want to do it every hour of every day.

but then the door opens and you immediately pull away as if you’ve been burned. there are a lot of eyes looking between you and logan for a moment before someone shouts “fucking finally!” and everyone’s laughing and cheering. when you look at logan again, he has a lopsided grin plastered on his face.

★ — LANCE STROLL (18)

lance made sure you two were alone in his parent’s house before taking you in his arms and sitting on the couch. he smiles at you with the same bright and pretty smile that stole your heart one time two years ago as you run your hands through lance’s hair, down his neck and over his shoulders, letting them rest on his chest. lance grabs onto your waist and meets your lips halfway, all his body relaxing immediately. he kisses you so softly but determined, licking into your mouth when you give him access, like it’s his last day on earth and he needs you to keep breathing, surviving. you let his hands roam freely over your body and you can feel your heart pounding so hard, almost as if it’s gonna jump out of your chest and you can’t do anything about it. when your boyfriend’s hands graze your lower back for a second before grabbing your arse, a tiny mewl escapes you.

and as you’re about to grind down, “oh my god!” lance’s sister screams in surprise. you both look at her, more embarrassed than afraid. you know your cheeks and ears are as pink as the shirt you’re wearing, and you feel like your skin is actually burning. ”well, i guess we had the same thought.” she says stepping aside, her boyfriend coming into view with a shy smile on his face.

requested by @biancathecool. . . The boys (individually) Nd fem!reader getting caught making out, with the driver having thier hands shoved down their gfs pants or up their shirt 🫠❤️ Alsin if you could please add lance in this one.

© VERSTAPPEN-CULT ⎯ do not repost, translate, plagiarise or claim any of my works as your own.

[uluvjay]

F1 Drivers reacting to you flashing them..

Based off this Tik tok!!, thank you @turcott3 for always helping with these

| Lando Norris | He goes right in for a grab, his sweet giggle is filling the air as he’s got your breasts cupped in his hands..takes you to the bedroom and shows you how much he appreciates his girls ;)

| Charles Leclerc | He’s confused at first honestly and even after he catches on he’s still confused. His tan cheeks are bright red and you end up having to explain it was just for fun!

| Lewis Hamilton | He’s not with it tbh, he’ll have a little laugh but you’re quickly being carried to the bedroom. He’s to mature for any jokes and if you’re showing him one of his favorite things he’s gonna make you feel good!

| Oscar Piastri | Poor boy panics, he’s not sure what’s going on but suddenly your breasts are out and despite seeing them many times he’s flustered. Pulls your shirt back down and asks if you’re okay.

| Lance Stroll | He’s confused at first but once he catches on he giggles before pulling you into him and quickly gets things started! Makes sure to pay extra attention to his girls

| Daniel Ricciardo | Laughs honestly, he finds it amusing. Pulls your shirt down and kisses you and tells you he really enjoyed that. It becomes a common thing in your house!

| Carlos Sainz | Smirks and doesn’t waste time, he’s diving in and what wasn’t supposed to be sexual quickly turns into his mouth wrapped around your breasts. He really really enjoyed it :)

| Logan Sargeant | Goes into a trance, sitting there mouth open, eyes wide, blush forming on his cheeks. You have to pull him out of his little world and he immediately gets embarrassed but makes sure you know he really liked that.

| Max Verstappen | This man is so confused, looks at you with question marks floating around his head. Asks what you did that for and makes you laugh but he’s still severely confused and slightly concerned.

[yourlocalsmutwriter]

F1 Drivers have a Sexcident

[fastandcarlos]

When You Lay Down Between His Legs : ̗̀➛ F1 Reaction

» Max Verstappen 

You often laid between Max’s thighs when he was playing a game so that you didn’t get in the way. Your head would rest just above his chest, so if he was streaming or on a call with one of his friends then they wouldn’t be able to see you. It also meant that it was easy for Max to glance down and check on you when he wanted to make sure that you were alright without anyone wondering what it was that he was looking at, too ashamed to admit to his friends that he let you lay down between his thighs. 

» Lando Norris 

He often pinned you between his thighs when Lando wanted to annoy you, keeping his grip around you tight so that you couldn’t wriggle away and escape from him. He would just give you enough space that you could breathe, but when he wanted attention and wanted for you to stay with him, that was how Lando would keep you in his hold. He’d only let you go once you had promised that you would stay with him and pay him some attention, but if you tried to run away, he’d quickly latch back onto you again and refuse to let go. 

» Charles LeClerc 

One of Charles’ favourite things to do was play with your hair, and so you often laid between his legs so that Charles had easy access to be able to reach for your hair and do whatever he wanted to do. His fingertips would twirl through your hair as you rested your frame against his chest, relaxing into his hold. Your hair would fall against Charles’ chest, his thighs pressing against either side of your body to keep you warm. He loved trying to plait it or tie it up into some sort of bun, anything to keep him entertained. 

» George Russell 

Whilst George was still on his phone or reading one of his books, you’d often lay down between his legs and tuck yourself underneath him. It meant that George could still do what he was doing whilst you got a bit of rest, feeling him press against the top of your head repeatedly. Every time you shuffled his eyes would look up and across at you to make sure that you were alright before watching you settle back down again. When you did, George’s legs would squeeze against you just to remind you that he was there and that you were alright. 

» Carlos Sainz 

The feeling of your figure laying between his legs is one of those rare moments when Carlos finds himself feeling quite shy and embarrassed. He never quite knows how to respond when you lay so close to him, with so much of your body pressed against his. It takes a while for Carlos to settle as his body gets used to the feeling of you being there, especially when you find yourself exploring his body a bit. You know how coy Carlos gets whenever you lay there, which only encourages you to spend more of your time laying there too. 

» Oscar Piastri 

It was a slow process when you laid between Oscar’s legs. It would start with you noticing that the gap had opened up, finding yourself noticing how big his thighs were. Slowly you find yourself shuffling closer towards Oscar, laying down beside him first. It’s at this point he usually picks up on what you’re doing as your body rolls into his, lifting one of his legs up so that you can lay between them before dropping it back down, pushing yourself up so that your head can rest against Oscar’s toned stomach, filling the gap that you had found. 

» Daniel Ricciardo 

It was one of Daniel’s favourite places for you to lay, he loved the feeling of your back pressed against his chest leaving him feeling nice and warm. It was a particular favourite of yours too as it allowed you to trace over Daniel’s thigh tattoo. When you were feeling sleepy it would always be your go to place, lazily drawing over the patterns to make you even more sleepy, coupled with the feeling of Daniel playing with your hair it never usually took long when you were laid between Daniel’s thighs for you to end up falling fast asleep. 

» Lewis Hamilton 

Whenever you were feeling tired you would rest yourself between Lewis’ legs, your head against his chest so that you could feel the beat of his heart, matching yours with his. Lewis knew that it was a comfort place to lay for you, and secretly it was for him too. He loved feeling the weight of you on top of him, like a blanket of warmth against him. Particularly when he was feeling stressed, Lewis would invite you to lay down between his legs so that he could feel as much comfort from the hold as you did. 

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[landoughnut]

My Woman

♡ masterlist - request!

♡ pairing - max verstappen x fem!reader (fc - cindy kimberly)

♡ summary - max fighting with people thirsting in his girlfriends comments

♡ warnings - horny/simp max, crack, some fluff, some cursing, use of y/n

♡ w/c & a/n - smau | i actually love writing these ones but ive gotta learn how to do the other types of smau's people make with twitter and stuff ahahahaha

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[menagerofmischief]

"Let's do no nut November" texts

included: charles leclerc, carlos sainz, lando norris, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton, george russel, max verstappen, daniel riccardio, franco colapinto, ollie bearman

description: asking the drivers to participate in no nut november

cw: suggestive?

[lilasamaaa]

BeReals with your F1 boyfriend | F1 Grid x Reader

Genre | BeReal

Featuring | Lewis Hamilton, Oscar Piastri, George Russell, Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris, Carlos Sainz, Daniel Ricciardo.

Warnings | Alcohol consumption.

Summary | BeReals with your boyfriend!

Author's note | Hi loves! Thought I'd drop something a bit different here. I'm not going to admit how long this damn thing took me lmao so just enjoy the ride! Had a big bug with the layout so I'm reposting it 💔

Lewis Hamilton

Oscar Piastri

George Russell

Max Verstappen

Charles Leclerc

Lando Norris

Carlos Sainz

Daniel Ricciardo

[costkappen]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒚🫶🏻

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝟏𝟖+

𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @firelily-mimi @scopeiguess @youdontknowmeshh @evie-119 @papaya-twinks @soamericn

[maxivstappen]

𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝟏 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒

featuring ; max verstappen , lando norris , oscar piastri , charles leclerc , carlos sainz , lewis hamilton , george russel , daniel ricciardo , franco colapinto

🎙️ :: this is nasty and the guys are horny. have fun (this is really smutty pls beware)

SUGGESTIVE !! TEXT MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

🎙️:: reblogs are heavily appreciated as always, thanks for reading !

taglist :: @norrisdriver <3

[csainzoperator]

f1 drivers reaction to "i miss u"

summary: f1 driveres reacting to ur "i miss u" texts!

warnings: fem pronouns, mentions of cheating, slightly suggestive, mentions of orgasm (AS A JOKEJSJS), slight nsfw (?), typos, idk if there are any more!

charles, carlos, lewis, george, max

oscar, lando, alex, logan, daniel

an: bro i kinda need me a man like them desperately

hope u like it 🫶🏼🫶🏼

[iheartmonaco]

When They Miss You

🔸 F1 Drivers x GN! Reader

🔸inc.: Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Lewis Hamilton, George Russell, Max Verstappen, Daniel Ricciardo, Sebastian Vettel

🔸Masterlist

[jo-com]

✧˖°🌷📎⋆˚｡⋆୨ ➛ Paddock Princess

Ollie Bearman x Fem!Alonso

Summary: Being Fernando’s daughter was tough enough— but having the other drivers be protective of you was tougher.

Genre: SMAU

Fc: Various face claims: found the pics on Pinterest!

Note: May include grammatical errors and this is not proofread!

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ➛ My Masterlist

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➛ F1 headlines

Liked by 5,902 others

F1 headlines Y/n Alonso and Ollie Bearman were spotted going out together— was also seen kissing??

Tagged: @Little_Alonso and @Olliebearman

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User1 UHM WHAT

User2 the ship we never knew we wanted!

Maxverstappen1 Hmm😐

User3 maybe it was a friendly kiss?😭😭

User4 THE GASLIGHTING I CAN’T😭

Charles_leclerc oh..

Landonorris we need an explanation.

User5 oh you’re fucked @Olliebearman

Danielricciardo yes he is😊

Carlossainz55 Damn right he is

User6 HELP??😭

Georgerussell63 i am telling your dad @Little_Alonso

Maxverstappen1 alr chatting him

User7 can’t tell if their serious or not😭

Charles_leclerc we’re deadly serious.

User8 Not y/n and ollie being unbothered

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➛ Messages

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Liked by Olliebearman, urbff, Francisca.cgomes and 2,567,901 others

Little_Alonso Daddy approves! Don’t know abt the others though…

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Olliebearman can’t wait to come back again!

Little_Alonso can’t wait too💕

Charles_Leclerc hmm sure😊

Maxverstappen1 i too can’t wait!!

Maxverstappen1 to run you over☺️

Liked by Charles_leclerc, Landonorris, Carlossainz55 and 2 others

User9 should we be concerned??

User10 definitely😭

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➛ Messages

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Olliebearman just posted a story!

[ Caption: She’s so pretty😍]

Replies:

Little_Alonso: I LOVE U SO MUCH MI bebé💞💋💋

Charles_leclerc see u in the track☺️

Carlossainz55 looking forward to drive with u🙂😉

Maxverstappen1 Hope u know self defense!

Landonorris i am watching you😁

Georgerussell63 I wish u a goodluck, ur going to need it

Danielricciardo run while u still can kiddo, trust me

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Hehe had fun making this!