#formula racing

[dreamauri]

[gr4cier4cie]

♡ i love you, i'm sorry (that's just the way life goes) ♡

or: it's been a while since you've spoken. that doesn't mean they aren't still ready to drop everything for you. featuring: lewis hamilton, franco colapinto, lando norris, max verstappen

warnings: none!!

♡

[no-144444]

side street- c.leclerc

summary: clubs aren't just for dancing, sometimes, it's for reconciliation too.

pairing: charles leclerc x fem! wolff! reader

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“Tonight is literally a movie,” Charles mocked, bringing his drink to his mouth, then lowering it again. “I mean who says that? We’re not 17 anymore.”  

“Just talk to her,” Arthur whined. “I cannot take this pathetic, sad Charles anymore. I mean for fuck’s sake, you spent three hours on the piano last night!”

“She doesn’t want to see me,” he shook his head and Arthur moved to open his mouth, but Charles held up a sharp hand. “Her parents would kill me. Dead. And her.”

“It wasn’t even that bad, when you think about it,” Arthur argued. “What’s her parent’s problem with you anyway?”

Charles stared at him for a moment, a blank look of disappointment on his face. “You are joking, right?”

“Yeah, sorry. You have a point,” he nodded. Charles’s mouth dropped open at his brother’s blatant hypocrisy. “I am not saying I’m a saint! We’re just… talking about you right now!”

He scoffed, chuckling and looking back to the party. Back to you. Dancing with him. George Russell. That’s who Toto wants. That’s who Susie wants. That’s who you should want. That’s who you deserve. Not someone who has been more loyal to an F1 team than his past relationships. Not Charles. 

“You’re moping,” Lando scoffed, sitting beside him. “I told you not to go after her,” he tutted. 

“Try resisting her,” Charles scoffed, nudging him in the side. “She’s everything.” 

“Shit, you’re in love,” Lando cursed, a smirk on his lips. “Catch feelings Mr. Cheater?”

The three of them were silent, Lando and Arthur watching Charles as he watched you. The way your dress clung to your body, the way your hips swayed, the smile on your ridiculously beautiful face, the way your eyes creased at the sides when you laughed, the way you jumped up and down for the song playing- your favourite song. He felt something in his chest ache. He wanted you, yes. But he wanted the girl he knew so well. Working from bed on the days he got off, smiling in the dark, the way you looked at him. He missed it all. He missed you all the time. “I’m fucked.”

“Glad you came to that conclusion,” Lando smacked a hand on his back and grabbed ahold of his jacket, pulling him up. “Because we’re going to go talk to her.” 

Charles’s stomach dropped, but his feet were working overtime to get over to you quick enough. 

“Y/n!” Lando shouted over the music. “I need to talk to you!” 

You turned away from George to be met with Charles’s face, and your smile dropped into a face of surprise. Your eyes lingered on him for a moment as the song changed, something slower, more dangerous. Perfect for the night that was in it. 

“What’s up Lando?” you turned to him, but he’d already disappeared. “Oh fuck, where’d he go?”

“I need to talk to you,” Charles gritted out, the adrenaline and nervousness rushing through his body. “Outside?”

Despite your better judgement, you let him lead you out of the club and into a side street, his anxiety growing. What would he even say? He had no clue what he was meant to say to convince you to take him back, to put your trust in him that he wouldn’t fuck it up. 

“Y/n, I’m-”

But you didn’t let him finish. You pressed your lips against his and ran your hands through his hair, messing it up. His stupidly perfect shaggy hair. You pulled on it, bringing him closer. He wouldn't have cared if you pulled it out. He loved this. Your whole body pressing up against his, your lips on his again, your scent near him again, it was vexing. You were enchanting him, calling him to the depths of the sea like a siren, and he was much too happy to drown. His hands circled your waist, pulling you even closer (if that was possible), and he just enjoyed the moment. The last time he’d kissed you, he hadn’t known it would be the last time. You were hungry, kissing him like you needed it. Needed him. “I missed you so much,” you breathed out, then kissed him again. 

“I missed you too,” he huffed, pulling back and looking at you. Smudged lipstick. Puffy lips. Soft smile. Beautiful. 

“I want you, I don’t care what my parents say,” you admitted, your voice strong, but he could feel the anxiety radiating off of you. “If you’ll have me.”

He chuckled at the absurdity of him not wanting you. “I’ll always want you,” he smiled. “You’re everything to me.” 

You were both quiet, the electric energy between the two of you making it impossible to look away. 

You spoke up. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” he nodded. 

“So you’re going to take me home…?” you smirked. 

Charles groaned and kissed you again. “If I ever say no to that, shoot me.”

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[81pastrys]

All Nighter

Summary— Lando finds out Luka inherited a bad post-race habit and decides to act on it

Warnings— mentions of mental health ; bad sleeping habits ; Luka attitude ; strict-ish dad Lando

A/N— thank you 🌙 !! Def needed this after all the spice 🙂‍↕️

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Request— Maybe one where he has a bad race weekend and like lando of course doesn’t talk to anyone or sleep and the only person he would be vulnerable with is his dad -🌙

Luka watched old races like they were reality tv, especially the most crucial ones in Lando’s career. When DTS became a topic Luka said why not and binged all the seasons.

Now, Luka was a man of his own, having things he does before a race, after a race, even during. His mum would tease him about things that resembled Lando. Like the way he shimmied on his suit, or put on his helmet.

What he did not know, was that post-race all nighters filled with regrets, guilt, and overthinking was also from his dad. He only found it out from watching all the DTS seasons.

It didn’t surprise him, but inferred how his dad overcame that, or if he ever did. Lando didn’t know Luka had watched DTS and found this out until he brought it up at dinner.

“Dad, is the all nighter thing after a race something that stays with you?” It was out of the blue. His parents looked at him, not knowing how to answer. “Why do you both look like I’ve touched a sore topic?”

“You haven’t, but do you do that?” Lando asked, trying to keep the conversation casual. “It isn’t good for your mental health if you do.” Lando explained how bad sleep deprivation can be for younger racers.

“Well I mean, once or twice but not all the time.” Luka admitted. Lando knew exactly what races Luka was talking about. He had one where he was so close to winning the race and a wheel popped off the car and Luka beat himself up over it, as if he didn’t tighten the nuts on the tire.

The other race was closer to him winning the championship and getting disqualified for an illegal part on his car, that he had no part in. “It isn’t good, but eventually I matured into understanding that there isn’t anything you can change when a race doesn’t go your way.” Lando said.

“If you need medical help we can find someone, it isn’t bad to reach out.” His mum added. “I’m not saying you have to, but it can help.” They were pretty good at making sure what he wants to do is his decision until it’s not.

“No, no, I mean it was only 2 races.” He laughed it off. It was not just two races. It was every other race he felt like was his fault for not overcoming and pushing his limits.

After the conversation, Lando kept a closer eye on Luka at races, being the usual dad but occasionally checking in. Lando threw his hands up in frustration as his son spun out in the rain. This wasn’t good.

Luka returned to the garage and he was visibly upset. He took most of his racing gear off except his helmet. Lando was patting his back and telling he was doing good until the rain hit and he was on slicks. “You lasted longer than an F1 rookie would in those conditions son.” Icing on the fucking cake.

Luka lost not only a championship the year prior, but an F1 contract. Not that he was underperforming, but that the illegal part was something only a driver would suggest to be put on a car and F1 didn’t want to babysit and tell off a kid. Again Luka had no idea they were running illegal parts on his car but who’s to believe the 17 year old.

Luka slammed his gloves down and went to his driver room. He took his helmet off along with the balaclava and wanted to be left alone. A shallow knock on his door made him angry. “Go away.” He grumbled.

“Luka, baby, I just want to give you a hug.” Isa said on the other side. He opened the door and she hugged him tightly around his torso. She dismissed how wet he was and held him. He hugged her back and rested his head on hers, catching Lando’s watchful eye.

“I’m fine, love, accidents happen.” He assured his girlfriend. She pulled back and he put her hair behind her ear. “Thank you for the hug.” His voice was soft and tinged with a small rasp from screaming in the helmet before telling his engineer he was fine.

She gave him one more hug and walked off. Luka went to shut the door but Lando held it with his hand and urged Luka to let him in. “Son, I don’t want you to think this was your fault.” Lando started. Since Luka let him in on the ‘all nighter after a bad race’ memo, he was not letting Luka beat himself up, at least, not alone.

“Yeah, yeah, it was the rain.” Luka said sarcastically. “Whatever, I’m out the race and I’m out the points.” Lando was taken aback by the attitude. Usually Luka was understanding and listened to everyone repeat what he’s already heard, why is he handing out attitude?

“You can be mad and you can be upset all you want, but I don’t want you giving me attitude for something I didn’t fuck up.” Lando wasn’t very strict with Luka, but the attitude will not be tolerated. “I’ve been in your position, I know how it feels Luka.”

“That was an important race dad!” He was whining more than yelling. “I’m underperforming and I’ll never get to F1 if my stats stay like this, I’m supposed to be improving.” Luka finally looked at him and Lando could now see the dried tears on his son face.

Lando sighed and pulled him in for a hug, something Luka wasn’t accustomed to, but they’re in his driver room with no doors open. The vulnerability was truly astonishing to say the least. Luka hugged back and the tears began again.

“If I don’t get seat after this year I don’t know what I’m going to do.” He mumbled into Lando’s shirt. Luka was pulling Lando’s heartstrings now.

They return to the hotel and Lando insists on staying with him for the night. “I’m not going to my room until you’re asleep son.” Lando states. His room was connected but he stayed with Luka until he eventually fell asleep.

Lando began looking into how Luka van improved his racing strategies and skill set. One of the major things was not holding in his emotions and another was a normal ish sleep schedule.

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[redsnowdrop]

Comparison between Max and Kimi’s performance at the JP GP

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Antonelli now has:

youngest race leader record

youngest fastest lap setter record

Suzuka race lap record

Fantastico Kimi! No words are needed here! BRAVO!

[dear-oizys]

I Love You, I'm Sorry by Gracie Abrams in a brocedes song

[emo-f1]

RIP K-Mag 🙏😭

[xo100]

Hi! Could I ask Lando with pregnant reader. Like maybe her getting dizzy bc of all the paparazzis and fans surrounding. Maybe angsty. Dunno if you'll like the idea, but I honestly love ur work soo much

Our little miracle - LN4

*:･ﾟ Summary/request: request by anon as you can read above this!

*:･ﾟ Word count: 1244

*:･ﾟ A/N: first of all I want to say sorry for not being so active lately! I’ve been busy with school and work, I didn’t had any time to write! Second I want to say thank you so much anon! I hope you like this story too! If not let me known!

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The late morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, warming the bedroom and casting soft golden streaks on the walls. The gentle hum of the city outside was barely audible over the rhythmic sound of Lando’s breathing beside you. His arm was slung lazily over your waist, his warmth seeping into your skin like a comforting blanket.

You blinked sleepily, turning your head to look at him. His face was still soft with sleep, his hair a wild mess of curls that begged to be smoothed down. He looked so peaceful like this, so completely at ease, and it made your heart ache in the best way.

“Caught you staring,” he mumbled, his voice raspy as his lips curled into a sleepy grin.

“I wasn’t staring,” you lied, your cheeks heating up.

“Sure,” he teased, his eyes still closed. “You’ve been staring at me every morning for the past five years. It’s okay, I’m used to it.”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away. “Good morning, Lando.”

“Morning,” he said, finally opening his eyes. They were warm and bright, like pools of melted chocolate, and they crinkled at the corners as he smiled at you. “Guess what day it is?”

You blinked, still half-asleep. “Uh… Saturday?”

“Baby shopping day,” he announced, his grin widening.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm. “You’re more excited about this than I am.”

“Of course I am!” he said, propping himself up on one elbow. “We’re picking out stuff for our baby. This is a big deal.”

It was a big deal. After months of trying—months of hope and heartbreak—you were finally here. Fourteen weeks pregnant, your little miracle growing inside you. It still didn’t feel real sometimes, like you were dreaming and could wake up at any moment.

“I still can’t believe this is happening,” you said softly, your hand resting on your small but growing bump.

“It’s happening,” Lando said, covering your hand with his. His eyes softened as he looked at you, his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles. “And I can’t wait to spoil both of you today.”

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The car ride into the city was filled with laughter and teasing. Lando, as usual, couldn’t resist cracking jokes, trying to lighten the nerves you hadn’t even realized you were feeling.

“Okay, but hear me out,” he said, glancing at you with a mischievous grin. “What if we name the baby after a car? Like… Ferrari Norris. Or McLaren Norris. That’s got a nice ring to it, right?”

You rolled your eyes, laughing. “Absolutely not. Our child is not going to be named after a car brand.”

“Fine,” he said, pretending to pout. “But if they grow up to be a racer, I’m taking full credit for the inspiration.”

The boutique Lando had chosen was tucked away in a quieter part of the city, its window displays filled with pastel-colored baby clothes and wooden toys. The moment you stepped inside, you were greeted by the soft scent of lavender and the faint sound of a lullaby playing over the speakers.

Lando’s eyes lit up as he took in the rows of tiny clothes and baby accessories. “This is it,” he said, grabbing your hand. “This is where we find all the cool stuff.”

You spent the next hour wandering the store, debating over cribs and strollers, laughing as Lando tried to convince you that the baby absolutely needed a mini Formula 1 onesie.

“Come on,” he said, holding it up with a grin. “How cute would they look in this?”

“They’d look adorable,” you admitted, “but they’ll probably outgrow it in a month.”

“Worth it,” he said, tossing it into the shopping basket.

You couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm. Seeing him like this—so excited, so ready to dive headfirst into parenthood—made your heart swell with love.

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By the time you left the store, the sun had climbed higher in the sky, and the streets were bustling with activity. Lando carried the shopping bags in one hand, his other arm wrapped protectively around your shoulders.

You didn’t notice the paparazzi at first.

It started with a few flashes, the sudden brightness making you blink. Then came the voices—shouting questions and calling Lando’s name.

“Lando! Over here!” “How’s the season going?” “Is it true you’re expecting?”

The crowd seemed to grow out of nowhere, fans and photographers swarming around you. The noise was overwhelming, a cacophony of voices and camera clicks that made your head spin.

“Lando,” you said softly, gripping his arm.

He turned to you immediately, his eyes scanning your face. “Hey, are you okay?”

You tried to nod, but the dizziness was already setting in. The flashes, the shouting, the crush of bodies—it was too much.

“I don’t feel…” Your voice trailed off as your vision blurred.

Lando didn’t hesitate. Dropping the shopping bags, he wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you steady. “Alright, that’s enough!” he snapped, his voice sharp and commanding. “Back off! She’s pregnant. Give her some space!”

The crowd faltered, the realization rippling through them. But Lando didn’t wait for them to comply. He guided you away from the chaos, his body shielding yours as he led you down a quieter side street.

“Breathe, love,” he said softly, stopping to face you. His hands cupped your cheeks, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had started to fall. “In and out. I’ve got you.”

You nodded, focusing on his voice, his touch. The dizziness slowly faded, replaced by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under your palm.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, guilt creeping in. “I ruined our day.”

“Don’t you dare apologize,” Lando said, his tone gentle but firm. “You and the baby come first. Always.”

You managed a weak smile. “Even over baby sneakers?”

“Even over baby sneakers,” he said, grinning. “But just barely.”

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Back at home, the chaos of the day felt like a distant memory. Lando had insisted on ordering takeout, claiming that you deserved to be spoiled after the ordeal.

As you sat on the couch, surrounded by the shopping bags you’d managed to bring home, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of peace. Lando was in the kitchen, humming softly as he poured you a glass of water.

“Here you go,” he said, handing it to you before sitting down beside you. His hand immediately found its way to your stomach, resting there gently.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice soft.

“I’m okay,” you said, covering his hand with yours. “Thanks to you.”

He smiled, leaning in to press a kiss to your temple. “I can’t wait to meet them,” he said quietly, his voice filled with wonder.

“Me too,” you whispered, leaning into him.

For a while, the two of you sat in comfortable silence, the only sounds the faint hum of the city outside and the occasional rustle of the shopping bags.

“You know,” Lando said after a moment, “I meant what I said earlier. You and the baby come first. Always.”

You turned to look at him, your heart swelling with love. “I know,” you said. “And I love you for it.”

“I love you too,” he said, his eyes shining with emotion. “More than anything.”

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the room in a warm, golden glow, you realized that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you and Lando would face them together.

And that was all that mattered.

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*:･ﾟ Notes; thank you for reading, love’s! Hope you all enjoyed it! If there is something wrong or need to be edited, let me know!

*:･ﾟtags; @gridprincess-04 , @justaf1girl

[dreamauri]

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The sun hung lazily over the Monaco coastline, casting golden ripples across the water as laughter echoed over the yacht deck. The air was warm, the breeze crisp with the scent of the sea, and everything felt effortlessly light.

Yn leaned back against the cushioned bench, her fingers idly tracing circles on the polished wood beside her. The gentle hum of conversation blended with the distant sound of waves, a lullaby of peace she never thought she'd find.

She was watching them—her boys—with a quiet fondness.

Lando was on the floor, sprawled out with Leo, their golden dachshund, playfully nudging him with his nose. The dog had been a Christmas gift from Carlos back in 2023, and Leo had since established himself as the yacht’s unofficial captain, ruling with clumsy paws and an endless enthusiasm for knocking over drinks.

Arthur and Kimi, Kimi Antonelli, her protégé—the kid she had somehow appointed herself manager of—were both on the deck, crouched around her daughter, Carli. She was standing on Charles’ lap, her tiny fingers gripping at the air as if she were testing her balance against the sway of the yacht.

Charles’ hands hovered on either side of her, ready to catch her if she stumbled. “Easy, ma chérie,” he murmured, though his voice was laced with nothing but pride.

Carli had been standing on her own for two months now. She was nearing her first birthday—any day now, her first steps were coming.

“Still can’t believe I’m not the godfather,” Kimi grumbled, arms folded across his chest as he eyed Lando with a scowl.

Arthur snorted. “I should’ve been the godfather. I’m her actual uncle, it just makes sense.”

Both of them turned to watch Lando, who was too busy rolling around with Leo to even look in Carli’s direction.

“The real godfather isn’t even playing with her,” Kimi complained, his thick Italian accent making his frustration sound even funnier. “Can you switch the title and give it to me? I will do anything for her. Like The Godfather in the movie. It will be epic.”

Charles chuckled, shaking his head as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of Carli’s head. “Sorry, Kimi. Lando won’t give up the title that easily.”

“You should’ve picked better,” Arthur muttered.

Yn laughed, reaching over to squeeze Arthur’s shoulder. “You’ll both survive,” she teased.

At that moment, Carli wobbled slightly, her little face scrunching in determination as she steadied herself on her father’s lap. Charles tensed instinctively, his hands still hovering close, but he didn’t intervene.

Then, as if the moment had been waiting for itself—

Carli lifted her foot.

And then another.

Two tiny, wobbly steps on the unsteady surface of Charles’ legs before she plopped down into his chest with a soft giggle.

For a second, there was only stunned silence.

Then—

“OH MY GOD—SHE WALKED!” Arthur shouted.

“Oh my God,” Yn gasped, pressing her hands over her mouth, eyes wide with shock and overwhelming joy. “She just—”

“She walked!”

Everyone scrambled, their attention fully on Carli now, who looked up at the chaos around her with nothing but pure amusement.

Charles, who had frozen completely, finally let out a breathless laugh. He kissed her forehead, beaming as he held her close. “Mon amour,” he whispered, pure adoration in his voice. “You’re incredible.”

Carli giggled, completely oblivious to the fact that she had just changed their world forever.

Kimi threw his hands in the air. “I’m just saying, I should be godfather! Look how happy she is! Lando doesn’t even care.”

“Yeah, Lando’s been suspiciously quiet,” Arthur said, squinting at the Brit.

All eyes turned to where Lando had been rolling on the floor with Leo just moments ago—only to find him frozen mid-motion, eyes wide, mouth slightly open.

“Oh,” Yn said, realization dawning. “He’s in shock.”

Lando blinked. “She walked?”

“She walked,” Charles confirmed, barely able to contain his grin.

Lando scrambled to his feet so fast he nearly tripped over Leo. “I—oh my God—I—” He threw his arms up dramatically. “I’m the godfather of a genius!”

Yn groaned, but she was laughing. Charles just sighed, shaking his head fondly.

Kimi looked up at the sky as if questioning why he was still here. “This is bullshit.”

[gr4cier4cie]

♡ pretty little things on pretty little girls ♡

or: the drivers aren't so subtle about what they like to see on you. featuring: lewis hamilton, charles leclerc, pre-williams carlos sainz bc whoops i forgot sorry, lando norris ♡

warnings: heavy on the innuendo, these guys are nasty fuckers lol

[55anana]

bwoah

[no-144444]

accepting it- c.leclerc

summary: charles has been a bit too distant during your pregnancy, and what max said about his own child brought some ugly truths to the surface, hurting you in the process. charles realises his mistake, but it's just too late for you to believe him.

pairing: husband! charles leclerc x fem! pregnant! wife! reader

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The quiet unlocking of the door was what had woken you, Charles was sure of it. He hadn’t wanted to, mostly because he knew he’d say something stupid and piss you off. He wouldn’t mean to, but he would. That’s what the start of the season was, that’s what becoming a father was, that’s what the stress did to him. 

“Hey handsome,” you smiled sleepily from the coach, all bundled up in blankets as some random Netflix series played on the screen. 

“Hey beautiful,” he exhaled harshly, then turned to you, (fake) smiling. “You alright?”

You nodded. “Just tired,” you yawned. “Want to head to bed?”

He nodded with a groan. “Yes, please.” 

He helped you up off the couch and it hit him how close you were to giving birth. You were in the third trimester, heavily pregnant with a slightly complicated pregnancy. He grimaced when he saw you grabbing your back in pain. 

“Alright?” he asked as you winced. 

You took a deep breath and continued on to your bedroom. “Fine,” you said through gritted teeth, the pain easing. 

He led you over to your side of the bed and helped you lie down. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and turned out the lights, ready to sink into his side of the bed after his exhausting day. 

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He woke up to the sound of vomiting. It wasn’t usual to hear, but it had gotten less frequent as the pregnancy went on. “You alright baby?” he called out. 

His question was met with more vomiting. He huffed as he pulled himself out of bed and walked to the bathroom, looking at you hunched over the toilet. He frowned and knelt beside you, holding your hair. After another few minutes the vomiting stopped and you looked up at him, exhausted and sick. 

“Feels any better?” he asked. You shook your head and he frowned again, pulling you into his chest. He smoothed a hand through your hair as you leant against him, trying to calm yourself down. “It’s alright,” he soothed. “You’re alright.” 

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Brunch was going to be hell on earth for both of you, but you still both dressed up and got in the car, pretending to be excited about the family luncheon. 

“Can you believe Max said he wouldn’t miss a race for the birth of his baby?” you scoffed, scrolling through your phone as Charles drove to his mother’s house. “Poor Kelly.”

Charles gulped beside you. He’d been dreading this conversation for weeks, unsure when to have it. It’s not that he didn’t want to be there for the birth of his child, he did, badly, but he couldn’t throw away championship points for anything. He’d make an exception if it was a sprint race, but other than that… he couldn’t chance it. “Well, he has a good reason to,” he shrugged nervously. 

You turned your head to him, shock painting your features. “Are you joking right now?” 

Charles shrugged. “Not really. He’s the World Champion and he needs to stay on top this year, especially if it’s his last year, which he’s thinking it might be. I understand where he’s coming from.”

You were both quiet for a minute, taking in what he’d said. 

“So what about us?” you asked in a small voice. 

“You’re due on a non-race week,” he shrugged. “We just hope she doesn’t come earlier than that.” 

He didn’t dare look over at you, scared of what he might see. He knew this was selfish, but he couldn’t piss away his chance at being champion, not when he’d worked his entire life for it, not when his parents, family, and friends gave up so much.  

“Oh,” you breathed out, trying to stop yourself from crying. “Alright then.” 

The rest of the car ride was silent, you watched the streets of Monaco whip by you as Charles drove up to his mother’s house, and you thought. Thought about giving birth alone. Thought about how Charles had promised you he’d be there. Thought about how shitty it felt to be second to his job. You wiped your unshed tears away before you walked inside.

When you walked inside, Pascale instantly knew something was wrong. Charlotte immediately took you away to chat together, and Lorenzo was too busy giving out to Arthur about breaking up with Jade to notice, but Pascale noticed. She saw the way Charles watched you from across the room, trying desperately to catch your eye, to gauge your reaction, something. 

She pulled him aside. “What’s wrong?” 

He sighed. “Maman, it’s nothing-”

“What did you say to your wife?” he demanded. He looked down, ashamed. He knew he was in the wrong, but he still felt justified, though that justification was slowly dwindling. 

“We were talking about how Max wouldn’t miss a race for his baby, and I said I’d do the same,” he admitted. 

“Excuse me?” Lorenzo inserted himself in the conversation. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” 

Arthur was even looking at him in disgust, Arthur. “Charles, that’s not right-” 

“You don’t get to talk, alright?” he shot at his younger brother, who quietened out of shock. “And what else am I supposed to do? Every single year in Formula One I feel the championship falling away from me! Y/n understands-”

“She shouldn’t have to,” Pascale interjected. “Do you want that little girl? The one your wife has been carrying without complaint for 8 months?” 

Charles nodded vigorously. “Of course I do-!” 

“So you should be there for the woman who’s carrying her! She has been pregnant basically on her own for the past 8 months, either you were racing, or training, or enjoying your break - which meant doing extreme sports that she cannot do! That woman loves you too much to see how you’ve been treating her, and it’s sad, Charles. She does everything for you, and you’re even entertaining the idea of not being there for her while she goes through possibly one of the most painful experiences of her life? Are you insane?” she argued, shocked at her own son's selfishness. “If you cannot see that the woman you love is more important than a race win, you should really just let Y/n go and find a man that actually loves her. Not one who is more focused on his personal goals than the goals of his family. Your father and I raised you to be a racer, yes, but first and foremost we raised you to be a good person. And being a good person means being a good husband and father to your family, which is just starting.” 

Charles stood there for a moment in silence, ashamed of his behaviour. “You’re right.” 

“I know I am,” she scoffed. “Go make it right with Y/n, now.” 

Charles scurried off to find you in the garden with Charlotte, she had her arms around you as you explained everything that had happened, how distant Charles had been, what he’d said about the birth, everything. Charlotte sent him a particularly withering look as he stepped out into the sun, and he knew he deserved it. 

“Can I talk to my wife?” he asked, standing behind you. 

“She’s busy right now Charles,” Charlotte scoffed. “I’m just trying to calm her down from crying. Come back later.” 

His heart broke slightly, he knew you’d been taking the burden of the baby a lot more than he had (obviously), and he thought he was being gracious by not bringing it up. He thought he was doing the right thing by giving you space, but he was just subconsciously trying to ignore the fact that his life was going to change drastically and that he was scared. Still, he never thought he’d be the one to make you cry. 

“Please,” he begged. 

You gave Charlotte a nod, and she smiled at you sadly, then left you to talk. He took the seat she had been sitting in and placed a hand on your thigh. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I’m ruining the whole day.” 

His heart actually broke then. He was being a dick, he was in the wrong, and you were apologising. What the actual fuck? He shook his head, squeezing your thigh. “No. If anyone ruined today, it was me. My selfishness has been ruining this entire pregnancy for you,” he admitted. “And I’m sorry.” 

You stared up at him in shock. 

“You’ve been doing this on your own since day one, and that’s my personal failing. I’m sorry that I was so… distant. I was busy getting in my own head about my career, when the most important thing was right in front of me. I’m sorry, and I hope you’ll forgive me,” he took your hand and squeezed, looking at the ground. 

“Charles, I know what I signed up for when I married you,” you admitted, dropping his hand. “I know you’re ambitious, I know you want to win, and I know you won’t stop until you’re the best. Sometimes it just… gets to me that I’m not enough for you, that our family isn’t enough for you. It’s just… hard sometimes, alright? And if I’m being honest this is a bit too much too late. I know my place in your life, and I’ve accepted it. I just hope you prioritise our daughter more than you prioritise me,” you tearfully explained before getting up and going back inside. 

Was that really the standard he’d set for the love of his life? Surely not?  He had to fix this, and quick.

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thinking about older brother’s best friend!max who takes little innocent virgin you home after you got too drunk at a party. you trust him so much and he’s sooo dreamy but you can’t figure out how you ended up in his lap with his fingers up your miniskirt, other hand locked around your neck and skimpy lace thong stuffed in your mouth. but you don’t want to annoy him when he’s finally paying attention to you, so you furiously nod and drool when he tells you to be his good girl, his stupid little slut, and bullies his big, aching cock into your pussy. it’s soo wet and sticky but it doesn’t matter cause maxie promised he was wearing a condom…right? Right?

thank you so much for sending this to me! this is a crazy ass prompt and i love it. thank you so much! and for the people at home, send me your shit! i love insane prompts to write! give them to me, i need to write! i went with the tried and trued method of a leclerc!reader so add a little extra zest to it. i changed a few things around so i hope that's okay, all the pieces are still there just a few tweaks!! i hope you enjoy <3

max verstappen

cw: smut/pwp, leclerc!reader, drunk sex, dubious consent, lying, unprotected sex, size difference/kink, crybaby!reader, dark-ish fic, missionary position, fingering, (slight) choking, (technical) virgin!reader, filth(!!!)

"thank you so much for doing this. i told her not to go out tonight because i was out of town and couldn't get her if she needed help. you're a big help, mate. i owe you." charles' voice was clear on the other end of the phone.

max was grabbing his keys, "you owe me nothing, charles. i'm happy to help. wasn't up to much else tonight." he got his shoes on and headed out the door, "i'll let you know when i get her." then hung up the phone.

he got in his car and drove to the club you were supposed to be. max had known you for about as long as he had known charles, you were the curious little thing that liked being around your brother. you were close in age, but max hadn't seen you in years.

charles said that university had prevented you from ever really hanging around as much as you used to. which was a shame because max always thought you were cute, even if you were a little bit a cry baby.

he pulled up to the address of where you were supposed to be and got out of the car. it was late into the evening and there were a few people outside. the sight of him turned a few heads and some whispers. but he had to pick you out of the crowd.

he leaned against the car and did the tried and true method of finding a leclerc. he cupped his hands around his mouth and said, "hey! leclerc!"

and then as it had worked a million times with charles over the years, your voice rang out, "holy shit, max! what are you doing here?" and you got out of the crowd in front of the club.

that was when max's heart stopped.

he remembered you in your high school uniform and baggy t-shirts with various bands on them. he remembered when you had braces and that bad haircut in tenth year. but, now, are a twenty-something year old woman, you were beautiful.

you practically stumbled over to him, you tripped over the curb and against his chest. but you clung to the front of his t-shirt, "oh my god, it's you!" you howled laughter, "where's charlie?"

max steadied you back on your feet and looked over you to see the other people who were murmuring. he looked down at you, his hands still on your shoulders, "i'm going to take you back to my place tonight." even though charles said to bring you back to his place, there would be a slight detour.

plus, what if something happened? max needed to protect you, or at least he had self appointed himself with the role.

"god, i haven't seen you in like what, five years? still got those chubby cheeks though." you giggled drunkenly as you pinched at his face.

max could feel the heat rise in his face, didn't help that your plump breasts were pressed against him and he got a good view of your cleavage. he said to you, "c'mon, let's get out of here." he gave you a smile, "i think we're turning too many heads."

you nodded innocently before max helped you into the car. even going as far as to buckle to you in and closing the door. as he rounded the car he exhaled deeply, this was not what he was expecting.

you looked at him and giggled, "holy shit, it's actually you. why are you picking me up? i called charlie?"

max sighed and buckled himself in, he patted your knee, "how much have you had to drink? your brother is out of the country for most of the summer break."

a few seconds ticked by before you made an 'o' shape with your mouth, you snapped your fingers and pointed to max, "i was supposed to call lorenzo!"

max's eyebrows knitted together, "how much have you had to drink?"

you shrugged, "i don't know. there was this nice guy who kept buying me drinks and he was like super nice. but then, my friends kinda got me away from him and told me to call my brother and i said, 'which one?', because you know. i have three brothers and i don't very well want arthur to see me THIS drunk so i called charles... but i wasn't supposed to call charles, i was supposed to call lorenzo."

max wanted to kiss you really badly at that moment. and when he squeezed your thigh for reassurance, you moaned. then max's brain went silent for a moment.

you looked at each other and you felt the heat rise in your cheeks as you said, "sorry.... over sensitive." you licked your lips, "you can still hold my thigh if you want."

this was going to be a long night, and max wanted to see how deep this could go. after all, you both had about five years to make up.

"i hate being this drunk." you whined, as you padded across his home. you were out of the skimpy dress you wore to the club, much to max's pleasure. you looked better in no bra, one of his t-shirts and his socks that you pulled as high as they could go, "i wish i could stop being drunk the moment i got home."

he was on the couch, a glass of water and some tylonel was on the table. he patted his thigh and suggested, "i think i know something that can help." his brain had been trying to think of a clever way to get you closer to him, but you were too easy.

"water and rest?" you asked as you got closer to him. your arms across your chest.

he leaned back into the sofa a little and said, "no. why don't you come here to find out?" he could tell in the slight wave of your stance that you were still quite drunk. he chuckled as he watched you come over to him, were all leclercs curious like cats?

you perched yourself on his thigh and he pulled you into his lap. being so close to you made his cock throb in his jeans. you yelped and admitted, "i'm a virgin!"

"what?"

you looked at him so innocently it almost broke the driver's brain in half. you had your hands up near your face and your bottom lip was wobbling, "i've... i've never had sex before. i mean... i technically let a guy finger me." you swallowed, not knowing why you were admitting this, "but.. but he didn't even make me cum, i lied to him and faked it."

max's hungry gaze remained on you, "so... so no one's actually... had sex with you."

you looked like you were going to cry. you were in your twenties and a virgin (he wasn't going to acknowledge the curl of jealousy in his gut at the thought of some loser at your school poorly trying to finger you). that had all the lights going off in max's brain.

leclerc's little sister was a virgin, drunk and on the verge of tears in max's condo. shivering like a leaf. max never thought of himself in terms of animals, but at moment he felt like a big scary lion. and you a poor little deer. the signature leclerc doe eyes only added to his point.

"it's alright." he said, "how about this, you let me finger you properly. i don't think your technical first time should've been spent with you faking an orgasm."

you had to admit, you had feelings for max. when you were younger and your brother would race him, you'd follow him around afterwards asking about max. it annoyed the hell out of your brother.

even the guy who fingered you was almost an exact fit to max, the blond-brown hair, blue eyes and a big nose. but it didn't quite cut it. max had been the subject of your fantasies for years now.

you blushed, "i mean... i don't want to force you or anything. i don't want it to be a pity fuck."

he laughed and curled a strong arm around you, "no, no, not you. to make you cum would be an honour." catch more flies with honey than vinegar. catch the pretty sister of a fellow driver with soft words.

he got your panties off with a little help and put them in your mouth. the sight of your mouth full of your lacy thong made all the blood in his body pool into his cock. he brushed your cheek and chuckled at your lack of resistance, "aw, does someone like to be roughed up? i bet you're just so used to everyone treating you like glass. the only daughter." he cupped your pussy with his wide hand, "how would charles feel about this? or lorenzo? they'd have my head." he kissed at your neck.

you whined, liquor swam in your head still as you squirmed a little, "don't talk about my brothers while you're fingering me." you tried to say around the panties in your mouth.

max grazed his fingers across your pussy, "alright, alright." his breath was hot in your ear as his other hand came and was placed around your throat. he shuddered a little, oh you were just a perfect fit weren't you?

now max really had to make sure that you weren't going to run off to your private university and fooled around with other boys.

maybe a baby would have to do.

he held you close to him by the throat and played with your pussy. soon he sank two digits into you and you whined around the panties in your mouth. you felt a hot flash go through you.

this was totally different, you felt the pleasure bloom in your gut as he roughly fingered you. you held onto his wrists, but remained pressed to him as he occasionally rubbed his clothed erection against your backside.

"oh, you're beautiful." he said softly, "you are so painfully beautiful. i'm surprised you haven't made yourself a whore at school. why? scared that your brothers would kill whoever touched their sister?" he kissed your cheek as he heard your whimper.

your body felt loose and your brain felt like it was working overtime. it was beyond adorable, the little cry baby with tears in her eyes. don't worry, max will make it all better.

"but you don't want anyone else, do you? you wanna be my good girl? you know so little about sex, poor thing. but don't worry, i'll make you a nice little whore for my cock." he pressed on your throat a little harder as he really started to work his fingers inside of you.

you didn't know what to think, everything around you felt oppressive but the liquor and lust short-wired your brain. you nodded and tried to speak around the fabric in your mouth, but it all came out like a jumbled mess.

max could feel the heat rise in his body, his cock grew more stiff. he liked the sight of this. you in his clothes, letting him explore your body. you were untouched territory. all for max's taking.

you wanted to cover your face from the embarrassment of being finger-fucked by your crush. but max squeezed your throat a little tighter.

"don't hide yourself from me, i want to see it all." he pressed a hard kiss onto your shoulder and watched your shudder. your pussy clenched around his fingers which only spurred him to keep bullying them into you.

you whined something around the panties in your mouth and max continued his kisses. you felt amazing on him. he hissed against your back as you hit your climax and whined loudly. you coated his entire hand in your wetness.

max moved you by your neck and kissed you on the cheek, he said, "good girl. see, orgasms aren't that hard." he let go of your throat and took the panties out of your mouth.

you were panting heavily as you said, "holy shit." your heart was hammering and you felt hot all over. you felt his arms around you waist and his mouth in your ear.

"we're not done yet." he said.

before you knew it, you were on max's bed. the shirt you had borrowed was on the floor and your bra was right next to it. when max took off your socks, you whined and he pressed all his weight on top of you. leaving one sock left on you.

he was naked on top of you, his cheeks were pink and he felt hot all over. you could see your eye bug out a little from the sight of his naked body. he pulled away soon after and grabbed you by the hips then rubbed his hard cock against your slick pussy.

"i wish your brother brought you to the track more." he chuckled as he continued to rub up against you, "you would've been so cute hanging around, you were always so curious. but, i don't know if i could contain myself if you were around often."

you blushed, "oh c'mon, stop it, max. you're going to kill me!"

max was over you, "i would never do that. i like you very much alive. you're perfect. i think it would be the best strategy your brother ever did if he had you around the paddock. i'd have to fight off every other driver to get to you."

you admitted, "i'd only want you, max."

max grinned, "is that why you're letting me take your virginity? giving yourself over to me? i bet a part of you wished i showed up, maybe that was all the plan for you." he pressed the tip of his cock up against your entrance, "someone has a crush." he was teasing, but the look on your face showed that he had you all figured out.

you squeaked, "i do! i'm sorry! i've had one for years!" you looked like you were going to cry again.

max almost came from the sight before him, he swallowed to keep himself together as he reached for your face with one hand and looked into your eyes, "you like me."

in your inebriated state you replied, "more like love you."

he chuckled, "really now? after all the times i beat your brother, you had all these feelings for me." he pressed his chest up against you, as he guided his cock into your slick slit.

you clutched onto his shoulders and tried not too tense up too much. this was a wet dream come true. you croaked, "i've always have."

"well, aren't i lucky." he said as he kissed you gently, "taking the virginity of the most beautiful woman i've ever seen." he was a snug fit in you but, he peppered your cheeks with kisses to help relax you. thankfully you were painfully wet.

he felt a curl of possession in his gut. like he needed to have you by his side. it wouldn't be hard to convince charles to let the two of you date, even if he was protective of you. he knew that max was a good man, he'd be a loving, caring boyfriend. maybe even an eventual husband.

he moved his hips slowly, not to push too much on you at once. you were still painfully drunk, all of these were admissions under intoxication. the consent of the situation was murky at best, but the way you looked at he pushed his cock into you excited him.

"do you want this?" he asked.

you nodded, your gaze unfocused, "of course. why, why would you ask that?" you really were so cute. your brain was polluted with liquor and pleasure, maybe he should've put you to bed before this all got out of hand.

but in all fairness, max was a little too far gone. he always held feelings for you, he was just better at covering them up. but, as he thrusted into you, your legs around his waist as he rutted against you. it was like the little flame from his youth came alive into an inferno.

oh, this was the woman he was meant to marry.

he kissed you once more, and picked up the pace. he held your sides, feeling your warmth against him as he felt the intense feelings bloom in your chest. call him an obsessive freak, but he should've known all those years ago.

stupid teen max, look what was right in front of him! you two could've been married by now. had a family and everything. but as he was balls deep inside of you, he believed everything happened for a reason.

you were now in his arms, under him as he moved against you. the blunt end of his cock, hit against the beginning of your cervix. a promise of what was to come. that you'd get nice and pregnant by him.

by the time he was finished with you, you were going to be at least five percent dutch if not more, you two had a whole week together. this was just the start. you two lazily made out.

the lust throbbed in your head as the liquor still coursed through your system. your mouth felt dry but you couldn't do much else but lie under him. his kisses were domineering and strong. his cock was buried up inside of you like it belonged there.

he believed that you two were two halves of a same whole. he wish he had gotten a glimpse of you sooner. seen how much you matured, he melted a little at the feeling of you. beyond perfect for him.

the pleasure was getting to your head, even in your intoxicated state. you clung to him like a life line as he moved against you. your sweet noises and that your eyes were barely open.

"beautiful." he said, "and all mine."

you swallowed, "you're wearing a condom, right?"

he staggered in his pace for a moment, but he gave you best media smile as he lied through his teeth, "of course, can't have any accidents." he kissed you once more. and you just melted into it so easily.

you then let out a sweet noise as you felt orgasm grip you. you panted heavily as the lust flooded your brain. you held onto him tightly as he continued to move against you. this all felt like a dream, and the noises you made as you came had max panting heavily.

"please."

"i need you." you said with tears in your eyes. the orgasm has torn through you and you were left a sputtering, hot mess under him.

he continued to rut against you, his pace was erratic as he moved against you. his heart raced at the sight of you. he was fully gone for you, he wanted you. tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that. he wanted his cock buried in your sweet pussy.

it was fine, obviously there was a connection. he just had to seal the deal, and with a few more strokes of his cock. he was putting all of his weight on top of him. he finished inside of you and you made a small pathetic noise.

"fuck." he groaned.

you whined, "please, max."

when he pulled away, he wasn't away long. he soon pulled you in for a searing hot kiss while he let his cock stay inside of you for a moment longer. to feel the closeness. you were a lucky girl, you were now max's newest obsession.

he licked the bead of sweat off your neck, his cock twitched inside of you. perfect.

he curled up beside you soon after, his grip on you was possessive at the least and obsessive at the most. he felt like a lion with prey between its jaws, not biting hard enough to kill it. but just to keep it still. you were a sweet little thing in his arms.

maybe it was smart for you not to be around the track as much because of school, because if max had gotten a glimpse of the little crybaby leclerc all grown up, you two would've already been married by now.

but don't worry, be a good girl and you'll have a pretty ring in your future. the thoughts pooled in max's gut and made his softening cock twitch a little.

before he could go another round with you, you were fast asleep next to him. your soft snoring could be felt in his chest. he may have had to a little lying and manipulating before, but he wasn't going to fuck that sweet cunt while you were asleep.

he wasn't a monster. but that didn't mean he got out of your sleepy grasp and grabbed his phone from his jeans pocket to take some photos. not to share of course, he doesn't share. they'll be for his personal collection when you eventually go limping back to your brother.

come morning you were wrapped up in max's arms. you woke up with a throbbing headache and the sun that came through the window made you want to die. when you tried to wiggle in his grasp, he held on tighter.

he kissed you on the back of the neck, "good morning."

the sound of his low voice was like a shock to your system as you woke up quicker. you looked over your shoulder at him and swallowed. last night was barely pieced together. but you were naked next to him under the covers with one of his cats scratching at the door demanding breakfast.

when you tried to pull away he only pulled you back to him. your back against his broad chest. he said, "you're not getting away that easily." he rested his head on your shoulder, his arms around you tightened.

"what happened last night?" you croaked.

"ah don't worry. just tell your brother your safe and sound. you can stay here until he gets back home." he rubbed his cock up against your behind, "a woman like you shouldn't be alone in a city like this. lots of bad men out there that could hurt you."

"but not you?" you felt something bloom in your chest. the familiar pang from your youth.

he kissed your jaw and said, "of course. i'll always keep you safe." as if his cum wasn't dried to your inner thigh. but don't worry, he'll freshen it up once that pesky headache of yours is gone. after all, your sweet older brother was gone for another week.

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"you know." charles said sometime later, he was in max's drivers room picking at the food on the table, "i feel like i should kill you for fucking my sister."

max was seated across from him, one leg over the other. he smirked, "and what's stopping you?"

charles shrugged, "i don't have to hear her talk about you all the time. i mean, at least i can vouch for you. you are practically family, better than some random guy that she met at school." he looked at his fellow driver, "will not forgive you for getting her pregnant though. and outside of marriage too. you should've heard our mother when she told her." he rubbed his forehead.

max chuckled, "well that'll be dealt with after the season. it feels wrong scheduling it between races. she deserves a lovely wedding."

"good, good. and i better see my nephew! we live in the same city, you better not lock her away!" charles shook his finger at max.

max laughed, "don't worry don't worry. but i cannot promise that he race for monaco when he grows up." then winked at his fellow driver (and future brother in law).

in the end, max hobbled together a narrative of the night you spent together. which led to a week together, which led to you getting pregnant by him. no one could've suspected that he could ever hurt a hair on your head. he was too in love with you, almost to an obsessive degree. he took your virginity and now you were taking his last name. <3

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