#max giggling while trying to overtake Charles

[maxpadelchampion]

rewatching the sprint race on sky sports knowing exactly how this ends and the fact that nelson piquet is just freely walking in the paddock is a special kind of horror

[the-offside-rule]

Charles Leclerc (Scuderia Ferrari) - Helmet Hair

Requested: yes

Prompt: 51) "Can I wear your helmet?"

Warnings: none

Charles sat in his simulator at his apartment, focused on the virtual track. The familiar hum of the equipment filled the room as he navigated the digital twists and turns. Y/n had been studying yet she couldn't help but sneak glances over over her boyfriend maneuvering his way around the virtual track. She thought of a challenge so she stood up and walked over to Charles, a mischievous glint in her eye. He looked up confused. "Are you alright?" He asked. "Mind if I join?" He smiled. "Of course, amore." He stood up and helped her into the seat. He began describing the different parts of the car to her, making sure to keep it simplified as to not confuse her. "It seems difficult, eh?" Y/n shrugged. "Seems simple enough. I hink I've got it." Charles smiled. "If you say so. Let's start with a simple track." He chose Austria and off she went, racing her heart out.

"See how difficult it is to drive the car?" Charles teased. "It's actually easy." He arched a brow. "Excuse me-" He was cut off by Y/n pointing to the times. "See? New personal best. This is the fastest the Leclerc car has ever gone." He watched in awe as she did indeed break his record.

"It's not as simple as it seems in real life, though." She scoffed. "Oh, please. I'm a natural at this." He huffed. "I bet I can make it more challenging." Y/n raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "How so?" Charles nodded towards the shelves of helmet he had. Her eyes lit up more than before. "Can I actually wear your helmet?" Charles smiled. "Of course. Pick one and you canwear it while racing. Let's see how good you really are." Y/n pointed towards the generic helmet he always used. Charles stood up and grabbed it, placing it carefully over her head. "Alright, let's add some flair to this race." Her face felt squished within the helmet and her boyfriend could see her cheeks squished up against the soft interior. Charles couldn't contain his laughter at the sight. "Shut up! Let's race!"

"Ready for the challenge, Senna?" He joked, choosing Monaco as the next track. "Absolutely!" With the helmet snugly in place, Y/n dove back into the virtual world, determined to prove herself. Charles watched with admiration as she navigated the turns of Monaco, both of them sharing laughs and cheers throughout the playful competition. "You just hit the barrier-"

"I know. Its the hairpin. Allow it." Charles hid his laugh as she continued on, overtaking one by one and borderline illegally. "Did you just hit Max?" Charles asked. "Im just being competitive." She replied. "And oh look, Carlos is in the harbour because of you now." She rolled her eyes. "He shouldn't have been there." She retorted. "Where? The track?" She giggled at his jokes. "I'm first. I don't know what you're on about." Charles watched as she went onto the final lap, hitting nearly every corner in doing so. "Oh? Look at that. Leclerc, P1." Charles clapped for her. "I won your home race before you did." He shot her a glare. "Behave." She pecked his cheek. "I'm kidding. You know that."

"Are you though?" Y/n chuckled, lifting the helmet off her head. Charles burst out laughing upon seeing her messy hair standing in all directions. "You make helmet hair look way better." Y/n said, fixing her hair in the reflection of the screen in front of her. "Not as good as you." He teased. "Oh shut up." She said, slapping his arm playfully. "Are you going back to study?" Charles asked. "I am. Have fun." Y/n smiled, kissing her boyfriend. "And thanks for the helmet."

"Don't mention it. I'll be out soon anyway." Charles replied. "Love you." She said, leaving gthe room. "Je t'aime." He called after her, getting back to racing and trying to break his girlfriend's records.

[lxndonorris]

competition - Max Verstappen

Y/N x Max Verstappen Theme: Smutish, Teasing, Touching, Tickling (light) Max tells you about his dream in which you were his biggest rival for the championship x word count: 1300+

It's way too early in the morning, and the sun is already shining brightly across the cloudless sky. Sunlight is invading your bedroom through the windows, illuminating the whole room and painting the white walls in various shades of yellow, orange, and red. Sleepily, you stretch your legs and hold back a soft, low groan. You turn around and see your boyfriend Max lying on his back, mouth slightly open, and one hand on his chest. He is breathing deeply and looks so soft. His hair is a little messy, he's unshaven, and he's muttering something under his breath. You steady yourself using your elbow and watch him a little longer. Max is just in his underwear, something he'd always do during the summertime, while you're wearing his clothes instead. A loose white shirt and black shorts.

For a while, you enjoy watching him sleep, especially the way his chest is heaving so softly with every deep breath he takes, but then he starts moving slowly, stretching his entire body as well. He lets out a low grunt when his eyes open slightly, and they immediately meet yours. Right away, a huge smile forms on his lips, and he exhales deeply. "Good morning,." Max says, his voice sounding even rougher and huskier than usual. 

"Good morning." You smile back at him and lean in to place soft kisses right on his lips. He embraces your mouth on his own as he starts to purr happily. Then, you separate from him and lie down right next to him. Max turns to you and reaches for you to let the tips of his fingers run up and down your arm.

Returning the favor, you do the same, but instead of his arm, you place a hand on his chest, drawing circles all over it using your fingers. He purrs again and closes his eyes for a second before letting out a low grunt again. Sleepily, you move a little closer, causing him to giggle shortly. "Did you sleep well?" You ask, running a finger along the outlines of his firm pecs. 

Smirking softly, he nods. "I had the best dream." Max says, and his voice breaks once, increasing its pitch slightly. 

"What was it?" You say, and a soft smile forms on your lips. And at first, he stops, trying to remember as many details as possible, and after a few more seconds, Max tells you about his dream.

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It was race day, and the sun was shining brightly. He managed to get pole position the day before, but just barely. It was way too close, and his biggest rival nearly beat him. That rival, his biggest competitor for the world driver championship, happened to be you. You promised each other to have a fair, nice, but hard race, and that was exactly what happened. You were driving for Ferrari, wearing that beautiful racing suit, and Charles was your teammate, creating even more tension between the two teams. Max tells you that you were also dating there as well, but this didn't matter much during race weekends. You were rivals first, lovers second, trying your best to win as much as possible.

The battle for first place started right away, with neither of you willing to back down easily. You were never more than mere seconds apart before one would overtake the other. Again and again, both of you pressured one another, even through the pit stops. Both teams were incredible that day, performing and strategizing so well that no other team even stood a chance. On the final lap, you were leading the race, but Max isn't one to give up easily. He was trailing you through every corner and along every straight, and when the finish line appeared on the horizon, no one could tell who would win.

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Max smiles the entire time and tells you every detail. In his typical style of maxplaining, he tells you how his car felt and how tense he was, trying his best to overtake you at any given moment. He looks so happy and animated, using his whole body to tell you about his favorite dream. 

"So, who did win?" You say excitedly because his demeanor pulled you into his story right from the start. 

At first, he just smiles at you before his expression changes. "Well, in my mind, I won." Max shrugs and avoids your eyes for a second before he turns his attention back to you. 

"In your mind?" You ask him, causing him to giggle. "Yeah, uh, I mean, I woke up..." He blushes and stumbles over his own words.

"C'mon, Max." You pout and nudge him playfully with the palm of your hand, but he doesn't mind; instead, he just keeps giggling. 

"It was waay too close." He defends himself, but you're not having it at all. 

"Tell me!" You say, thinking about how to squeeze that information out of him. 

He beats about the bush, avoids eye contact and keeps blushing more and more while he giggles. Then you take advantage of the moment and start to tickle him. 

"No, please, Y/N." He protests, trying desperately to fight you off. 

But since you have been together for more than a year, you know all of his most sensitive spots; basically, you know which buttons to push to tease him. "Tell me who won." You say, letting your fingers dance all over his skin, his chest, his nipples, and his armpits. 

"I caaan't-" Max keeps protesting, but then you climb on top of him, pinning him to the bed, making it even harder for him to fight you off.

"Tell. Me." You tickle him more and more, but then he manages to grab your wrists, keeping your hands and fingers away from his skin. 

Breathing quickly, he tries his best to regain his composure. "You're mean, Y/N." He pants, slowly catching his breath. 

"You know who won, don't you?" You say, a soft smirk forming on your lips now. Defeated, he leans his head back against the soft pillows underneath him. 

"Yeah." Max says, and you climb off him, dropping on to the matress right next to him. 

"So?" You steady yourself against the matress again, watching him closely.

Then a sly smirk spreads across his lips as he strokes his own chest lovingly. "You beat me by less than half a second." He turns his face toward you and licks his lower lip. 

"I did?" You say contently, as he keeps on stroking his own chest with both of his hands now. 

"You were so amazing." He says softly and lets out another low groan when he stretches his legs again. 

"I probably learned from the best." You say, and lean in to kiss him gently. 

He immediately melts into you, embracing your lips once more. "Oh, you did." Max smiles before you lie down, using his arm as a pillow. He wraps you in a hug, pulling you even closer toward him.

One of his hands is now running up and down your arm, with his fingers gently, just barely brushing over your skin, yet you get goosebumps right away. You watch his other hand now run all over his chest before he lets it run down to his crotch, tenderly touching himself through his boxers. "Damn, that was fun." His growl turns into a soft chuckle. 

"The dream or me tickling you?" You smirk, placing a hand on his warm chest to stroke him firmly. His skin flushes with even more color, encouraged by your loving touch.

With your fingers outlining his tensing muscles, his pecs, and his abs, he starts to purr again. "Definitely both." He growls deeply and turns his head to meet yours. Max kisses you once, and you cuddle for a while longer, enjoying each other's warmth.

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Thank you, @thetwelfthcrow for being the best beta reader <3

[l-norris]

The summerbreak is over and the Dutch GP is underway!

Honestly, I can feel the years subtracted of my life already, heh.

DISCLAIMER: Remember that this is just for shits and giggles, I'm not trying to actually hate on any of the drivers cuz all (most) of them are very dear to me!

As always - numbers in brackets = lap numbers

- Formation lap is on

- Welcome back to F1, where your hairs grey in a matter of seconds

- Mom I'm scared

- it fuckem wimdy

- heart rate through the roof, anxiety growing

- Lando don't bottle the start please🙏🏻

- It's lights out and away we go!

- ... UGHHH

- death, taxes, Lando bottling the start

- (not actually him but more like the car)

- Didn't even make it to the first turn this time

- 'Red Bull aren't fast' MY ASS

- To be fair Oscar's start was also kinda meh

- so much wheelspin

- Kevin locks up on lap 1 too

- Max pulls away (8)

- "Lando who are we racing?" Uuuuuh... everyone??

- Some battling and overtaking from Lewis (10)

- Spicy battle between Carlos and Pierre (11)

- "We are on Plan A"

- FERRARI🤨

- Just a quick note that Lando actually keeps up with Max

- Alex pits (13)

- Lando in DRS window

- Lewis is on the chase (16)

- It's getting spicy up front

- Boys. Behave.

- "There are no smiles on the Red Bull pit wall. Only grimaces." Good!

- Lando overtakes Max! (18)

- Masterpiece of an overtake

- Guanyu pits (20)

- Lando pulls away (21)

- Wind is picking up

- Bro I was looking away for two minutes and Lando is 3 seconds ahead??

- Lewis pits (24)

- Charles pits (25)

- George pits (26)

- Ferrari got their shit together also?

- rare Ferrari W

- Max pits (28)

- makes me nervous

- Lando pits (28)

- left front issue😀

- But he overcuts Max!

- Sheer, dumb luck, McLaren. Sheer, dumb luck.

- We currently have a McLaren 1-2

- Lando fastest lap (32)

- Only three people left who haven't pitted yet

- Hello McLaren? Are you gonna pit Oscar anytime soon?

- Now's the time (34)

- Charles is third in THAT SHITBOX?!

- Pierre unsafe release

- Lando is now 8 seconds ahead of Max (36)

- Lance speeding in pitlane

- Lando is now 9 seconde ahead of Max (38)

- Pre-Miami me would have an aneurysm

- Lance 5-second-penalty

- Oscar is in George's rear

- GET HIM!

- Oscar is now fourth

- Lando is now 10 seconds ahead of Max (40)

-Kevin gets OBLITERATED by MULTIPLE cars

- Alex is almost in the points

- Why is Max gaining all of a sudden

- Nevermind just a moment of weakness I guess

- Lando is now 11 seconds ahead of Max (44)

- Sorry I'll stop lmao

- Oscar is chasing down Charles

- While Carlos is stuck behind Checo

- Why are McLaren so positive that a Safety Car will come out (47)

- There hasn't been a single yellow flag or retirement so far what are you lot planning

- Carlos finally passes Checo

- Lewis pits (49)

- I know I said I'd stop but 13 SECOND LEAD?? INSANE (51)

- Bro's gonna be a whole pitstop ahead at the end of this

- Very demure. Very mindful.

- A few pitstops happen (54)

- 15 laps to go

- Nothing is happening (59)

- Rare Lando footage on Live TV (62)

- Lewis P14 to P8 btw

- Ferrari flop era is no more

- Fernando passes Nico (64)

- The rookie is in the points now

- Quick update: 18 seconds gap between Lando and Max (66)

- You're doing amazing sweetie

- Nor Ver Lec Podium looking real nice rn (67)

- 5 laps to go!

- Dead silence in the McLaren garage

- 20 SECOND LEAD NOW HOLY SHIT

- 3 laps to go!

- LET'S GO LANDO!

- FINAL LAP!

- RAAAAAAAAAAAH

- 21 SECONDS NOW

- ANY SECOND NOW!

- HE WINS IT!

- SECOND WIN FOR LANDO NORRIS

- POLE, WIN, FASTEST LAP AND DRIVER OF THE DAY!

- GRAND. SLAM.

- He's very calm, very collected.

- Weekend saved, thanks Lando👍🏻

- Also Charles is back on the podium

- No more 'Terrible day for Tifosi'

- CHAMPAGNE POP!

What. A. Race.

Awesome way to start back into the second half of the season. I'm on an all-time high right now, hahaha. Really happy for Lando, and also happy for Charles to be back on the podium!

[imthebadguyyy]

Hi. This is mine request

Y/n is a teammate of max verstappen, they are in a relationship, y/n crashes and max is worried about her, and he is gonna visit her in the hospital, and when she is released he takes care of her, with a lott of fluff thanks

You Scared Me To Death !

Pairing - Max Verstappen x Reader

Fandom - F1

Summary - When you get hurt, Max realizes just how much you mean to him.

Warnings - mentions of injury, fire, explosion, violence, angst, crash details.

75 laps. That's all that you had to do. Drive for 75 laps. The Bahrain Grand Prix had always been one of your favourite races of the year, and you were so excited. But that excitement had soon ebbed away, after you had missed qualifying because your car wasn't ready for the quali session. The RedBull mechanics had apologised and you had brushed them off, buy you would be lying if you said you weren't angry. It hadn't helped when your teammate and boyfriend Max qualified P1, beating the Mercedes by mere tenths of a second. You had swallowed your hurt and congratulated Max, forcing yourself to feel happy for him.

All it had done was made you determined to win the race tomorrow, even if you had to fight 19 other drivers to do so. Starting P20 on the grid sucked big time, but as Martin Brundle said, "If anyone can fight back from the back of the grid to the podium places, its Y/N L/N" and you had done it before, at the German GP the previous year, fighting back from P19 to P3, winning Driver of The Day as well.

But this race was different. There was a building intensity in the air, you felt it in the air around you. You felt tense and nervous, and you were never nervous. It scared you, but you were going to be damned if you let it show on your face. In your drivers room, you paced back and forth, trying desperately to stop your hands from shaking. Was this what anxiety felt like? you wondered, shaking your head as your heart started hammering against your chest. Far to consumed in your own panicked thoughts, you didn't see your boyfriend walk up to your door, and open it to walk inside.

Max walked into your room, expecting to see you vibing to some R&B music, or something by Rihanna. But you weren't. You were pacing, your brow furrowed and he could see the irregular rise and fall of your chest. He walked up behind you silently, before wrapping his arms around your waist, like he normally did. What he wasn't expecting was your reaction. Usually, you would giggle and let your head fall onto his shoulder, and he would kiss your neck and you two would share a moment. But not this time. This time, you jumped, and nearly fell over onto your bed. "Woah schtaje ! It's just me' he said, eyes softening in concern. "I'm sorry I didn't see you and I shouldn't have jumped, I'm sorry I'm just so klutzy today and I'm also so nervous I-" your nervous rambling was cut off by a pair of warm lip pressing onto your own, as Max's hands cupped your face, instantly calming down your nerves.

You stayed like that for a moment, before pulling away softly, and letting him press his forehead down to yours, fingers gently tracing patterns on your hip. "Why are you nervous mijn geliefde ?" he asked, as he moved his lips to your neck, pressing little kisses along the sensitive skin. "I don't know" you confessed, tilting your head back to give him more access to the expanse of skin, while he stopped at a pulse point to suck at the soft skin, earning. soft moan from you. "Then stop stressing" he mumbled against your neck, word muffling against your skin. "I can't" you replied, struggling to keep the lump in your throat fro growing. "Well," Max said, biting down onto your neck and licking the spot to soothe it, 'Let me help you calm down"

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20 seconds to lights out.

Your heart was thumping so hard against your chest. God, were your hands always so clammy? Was the car always so stuffy ? Was the space always so confined? Was your helmet always that tight?

Your thoughts were muddled. You knew your goal. It was simple. Get to the podium. Except, right now, that goal seemed somewhat impossible. Before you knew, the first red light was flashing, and then the second, and the third and the fourth and the fifth, and then it was 'lights out and away we go!' you sped off, immediately overtaking Magnussen in the car ahead of you. Then, you overtook one of the Williams, but you could feel your breath wavering, and your heart threatening just burst out of your chest. And before you knew it, you were overtaking Giovinazzi in his Alfa Romeo, and the sight of Grosjean's Haas came into view, "And it looks like L/N has already taken over 4 places, making her P16, and we are on lap 2 of 75! It looks like we're going to see her on the podium after, all, but all we can do is wait and see- and oh! that's a terrible, terrible crash!"

It happened so fast. One moment, you were going round the outside of the Haas, and the next the back of the Haas was hitting your front, sending you crashing into one of the barriers, your car spinning a full 360 in the process. The impact as you crashed into the barriers was so intense, you felt yourself blackout for a few seconds.

"That was a horrible crash, between, the RedBull of Y/N L/N and the Haas, I believe of Romain Grosjean. This race has been red flagged and -oh no!' The cry summed it up. Your car had just burst into flames.

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In P1, Max was unaware of the chaos at the back, until he looked in his rear mirrors to see something enveloping into a ball of fire. "Holy shit, whose car is that?" he asked, watching as the flames grew higher. "Um.. Max, I need you to stay calm, but its Y/N" "Are you fucking serious?!" his angry voice burst through his race engineer's headphones, making him flinch. "Is she okay?! Tell me she's okay, damn it!' "Max, I need you to come into the pit lane. We have no information on her yet. Come into the pit lane"

As the 18 other cars came into the pitman, everyone knew better than to park in the way of an anxious Max Verstappen. He jumped out of the car, running to the garage upto Christian, who was watching the screen with his eyebrow furrowed. "Is she alright? Tell me she got out?! Did she get out?!" he was practically spitting the words out, and his engineer and his trainer had to physically restrain him from going to shake Christian. "She hasn't got out yet Max, but the fire Marshalls and the medical guys are there-" "What do you mean she hasn't got out? verdomme, blijf hier niet zitten! doe iets!!"

As his race engineer manoeuvred him to his chair, he yelled at whoever was around, eyes desperately searching to screen for some sign that you were still alive. Outside the RedBull garage, the other drivers were pooling around the garage for some sign that Y/N was okay. The panic had been evident in all their radios.

Charles - "Fuck, fuck, fuck, who was that? Y/N?! Tell me she's okay!"

Carlos - "Joder, ¿quién era ese?" I just saw the car go into flames, tell me they got out okay.

Lewis - oh shit, that was a big crash, fucking hell, is she okay?

Checo- oh no, that was a big one, I hope everyone is okay!

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Back in the car, you felt dazed. Since when was the track this hot, and since when when was your car red ? Were you driving for Ferrari ? No, you drove for RedBull, alongside Max. Your boyfriend Max. Why wasn't he here?

And why did you feel like you were sitting in a sauna? As you begain to regain your consciousness, you felt a searing pain on your hands, and finally clearing the fogginess of your mind, you became fully aware of what was happening. This was your RedBull car. But it was on fire. Almost instantly, your body went into survival mode, ripping the half burnt straps holding your body down, and forcing your limbs to stand up. Looking down you could see your racing gloves glow before they seemed to disintegrate into black dust before your eyes, the flames licking your hands. A scream started in your chest, only to be jammed in your throat, as you opened your mouth to gasp. Big mistake.

The smoke filled your mouth and lungs, and you choked, clawing at your race suit, begging some higher power to help you. Finally, using some courage and adrenaline you didn't know you had, you pulled your body up, bare hands coming in contact with searing hot metal, as your eyes filled with tears of pain. As you jumped out of the car, you became vaguely aware of 3 or 4 people signaling and screaming at you. Too exhausted to even think, you used whatever remaining adrenaline you had to stumble to the barrier and collapse into the first pair of arms.

"Can you hear me? Are you okay? Can you tell me if you're hurt?" The questions were hurled at you from all directions, but you couldn't speak. The head marshall walked up, bracing your body, and checking for injuries. In a hurried voice he asked for the stretcher, but you shook your head. The exhaustion was setting in but you knew you had to let the others know you were okay. But he insisted, and you found yourself sitting on the stretcher instead of lying down, as a medic gently removed your helmet and peeled off the remaining burnt glove, and pressed some ice gently against your burn. Mustering up your remaining strength, you turned to one of the broadcasting cameras and flashed them a tight smile and a thumbs up.

"And as you can see, she has managed to get out of the wreckage, by God's miracle. Thank God she's walked away from that, but how, I cannot comprehend! She went barelling into the barrier and burst into flames and she walked out alive! And I can hear the cheers of the RedBull team, and I think her race engineer is in tears. I can't begin to imagine how Max Verstappen must be feeling"

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Max Verstappen wasn't sure how he was feeling either. He had felt fear, anger, anxiety, more fear, devastation and dread in the longest 15 minutes of his life. But you were alive. And he felt like breaking down, but he had to be strong for you. He watched your tired form on the screen, feeling giddy with relief, and ignoring the others around him, he ran to the medical hospitality center. No one stopped him.

As the white building came into sight, he heaved a sigh of relief as Michael Masi appeared in front of the cameras to give the anxious fans an update. "Y/N is alright. She's currently in recovery, and I can inform you that she is okay. She has minor burns on her hands, and is exhausted, but she will be okay. 2 weeks healing time for the burns, and some proper rest should be fine for her. That's all I know, and I would ask the media, press, social media fans, and others to give her the time she needs to cope and recover. What she has been through is traumatizing and I hope you will respect her privacy at this time. Thank you"

Seeing his hesitation, the nurse turned to the driver, "It's okay. She's fine now. She's on some painkillers and I've cleaned her burns and dressed them. She will be fine, and you can hug her or whatever you want, she won't be hurt. I've kept some painkillers on the table, she should take some again in 2 hours or so" All Max could do was nod, suddenly feeling a lump grow in his throat. With a smile in your direction, the nurse walked out of the room, leaving you alone with Max.

Max turned to nod at the race director, before hurrying through the brown door that led to the medical room you were in. When he walked in, his entire body relaxed. You were alive and safe. Seeing you sitting up in bed, a bottle of water by your side as a nurse wrapped your burnt hand in a white bandage. Looking, your tired eyes met his blue ones, as a tired smile made his way to your face. "Y/N",he said breathily, "Thank God you're alive" he said, practically running over to you, but he stopped himself from hugging, unsure of if it would hurt you.

"Hey baby". All it took was two words for him to rush towards you, gently wrapping his arms around your form, burying his head in the crook of your neck, as a gasping sob left his mouth, and you could have sworn you felt your heart shatter. "I'm okay baby, I'm okay. I'm not going anywhere, and I'm okay" your mantra of "I'm okay" was soothing, as he sobbed into your shoulder. "I thought I'd lost you, you scared me to death!" "I know my love but I'm here and I'm okay" "I thought you were gone. When I saw the flames behind me I didn't even know it was you in the car. When they told me it was you I swear my fucking heart stopped, and all I could do was pray to whatever higher power exists to save you, because I'm nothing without you. If you hadn't made it, I wouldn't survive. You make me better, you help me love, and you let me heal. I love you, and I never, ever want to see you in a situation like that again"

"I love you too" you said, your eyes filling with tears as you listened to him speak. "I love you too" you repeated, gently lifting his chin so his eyes could meet yours, his tear stained cheeks and red eyes breaking your heart, as you tilted your lips to meet his. He returned the kiss with desperation, he needed even more proof that you were alive, and feeling your lips on his were a reminder that you were alive and weren't going anywhere. He kissed you with fervour, hands moving to your hair, one cupping your cheek as his thumb traced your cheekbone, your hands clutching his broad chest.

"Ouch" the soft cry made you two break apart, as you rubbed your stinging hands. "Did I hurt you?" He said, his eyes filling with worry. "No its just the burn. It'll be fine" you replied, shifting in your bed and patting the spot next to you. After a moments hesitation, he climbed in, raising the sterile white sheet and tucking the both of you in. You snuggled up to him, arms wrapping around him as you rested your head on his chest. He rested his chin on your head, one hand running through your hair, the other keeping you stable on his chest. Within seconds, you were asleep.

Looking down at your sleeping form, his eyes lingered on the white bandage covering your burn, his eyes filling again as it stood out against your skin. He hated it. It was a reminder that you had nearly died. He had nearly lost you. His train of thought was cut off by his phone ringing, his mum's caller ID flashing across the screen.

"Hi mum" "Is she okay?" His greeting was pushed aside, his mom far too concerned about Y/N. "Yes she's alright now. She's sleeping now, Yeah I'm with her now" "Y/N's mom is with me too, I'll let her know she's okay" "Thanks mum" "Don't forget to rest as well Max" his mum said, knowing full well that her son would forget about taking care of himself when it came to his love. "I will"

And he cut the line. He looked down at you one more time, pressing his lips to your forehead, and swearing to himself that he would protect you for all his life. He let his eyes close, the exhaustion finally getting to him, all his adrenaline and energy draining out his body, and finally content that you were going to be okay, he let his eyes close.

You were going to be okay.

[lxndonorris]

medium tires - lestappen

Max Verstappen x Charles Leclerc Theme: Smutish, Teasing, Touching prompt: "Let's skip the small talk and get straight to what we both want," After Charles takes pole position, Max wants to congratulate him especially x word count: 2000+ taglist: @game-set-canet Part 1

"Let me tell you again, Charles, what an unbelievable lap that was." The reporter says this, and Charles is unable to stop smiling. His entire body is tingling contently, with adrenaline pumping through his veins, causing his heart to race as fast as his Ferrari.

He nods happily and turns his head towards Max, who's sitting right next to him on the sofa in front of more than a dozen reporters, camera people, and FIA associates.

Max smiles brightly and can't keep his eyes off Charles, who's running a hand across his chest, stroking himself through his racing suit, causing Max's eyes to follow his hand closely. Both of his hands are resting on his thighs when he starts to stroke himself slowly.

For just a moment longer, he looks at his biggest rival before he turns back to the reporters. "Thank you; I just gave it my all, and it worked out perfectly fine." Charles' smile gets even bigger, and he feels Max's gaze linger on him for a few more seconds.

Then, the attention turns toward Max.  In second place, he's asked about how he's going to try to overtake Charles tomorrow. As he talks about possible pit stop strategies, Charles watches him closely, letting his eyes wander all over his beautiful body, admiring his pretty face, his rough voice, and the way he gestures a lot.

While playing with his ring, Charles zones out, with his mind fantasizing about Max—to celebrate this pole with him, to kiss him, to make him his own. Suddenly, the whole crowd starts laughing, and he feels like being caught in the act, yet it is just Mac cracking jokes again.

Max giggles happily and turns toward Charles, who's blushing heavily. His face is bright red, nearly as bright as his racing gear, but seeing that beautiful smile eases his mind right away. He looks down at the ring around his finger and smiles warmly—typical Max, he thinks to himself.

The interviewer thanks Max, and the crowd turns their attention to Sergio, who's in third place. As their eyes meet again, Max gives him a knowing look—he is desiring him as well.

"Thank you; we're excited about tomorrow's race."

With that, the conference ends, and Charles gets up, putting the microphone down. Max, right away, reaches for his hand, and when they shake hands, he leans into him to whisper into Charles' ear.

"Five minutes, my place." Max breathes against his skin, giving him goosebumps.

"Don't make me wait too long." He separates from Charles and looks into his eyes. He takes a deep breath, holding back a low, soft growl.

He watches the Red Bull pilot leave through the crowd hussling around them.

A little overwhelmed, Charles runs a hand through his messy hair and licks his lower lip. Subconsciously, he keeps stroking his own chest firmly, thinking about what might happen next.

Slowly regaining his composure, he makes his way out of the room and through the paddock, right toward the Red Bull Motorhomes, his mind racing in anticipation.

As Charles strolls through the paddock, he thinks about what just happened on track:

Qualifiyng was very close, with both of them fighting hard to gain the upper hand.

At the end, Charles managed to be ahead just enough to get pole position. One corner, one mere moment—that was all it took.

Then, his mind shifts to yesterday's training session, or rather, what happened beforehand when Max visited him—the way he looked at him, touched him, and made him feel. The feeling of Max's hands all over his chest, his stomach, and even further down his body sends waves of pleasure through his body.

His body is already hard in anticipation, craving more of that wonderful touch and that sweet taste. Waves of pure pelasure echo through him, and Charles tries his best to hold back a low guttural growl.

When he comes back to his senses, he is standing in front of Max's motorhome. The door is open; fumbling with his ring, he hesitates. In one swift motion, he looks around—no one in sight—perfect.

Charles pulls out his phone, looking at his own reflection through the selfie camera. He's looking as good as always, yet he runs a hair through it again, trying to fix it, but it just won't stay in place.

With one last self-soothing stroke across his chest, he walks toward the door. Right away he spots Max standing there, his head buried inside the fridge, the upper half of his racing suit hanging down his waist, exposing his tight, dark blue fireproofs—he looks incredibly fine, and the fabric of his clothes flatters him—all of him perfectly.

As he takes a step inside, Max emerges with a Red Bull can inside his hand—that man can't live without it.

"You want one too?" His rough voice echoes through the room, sending shivers down Charles' spine immediately.

"No thanks. Even more energy, and I will run around the track tonight." He giggles nervously, and Max turns his head, a sly smile spreading across his face.

"Suit yourself." He shrugs and takes a long sip, nearly empytying the can at once while Charles is busy watching him, letting his eyes wander down his friend's well-formed body before taking another deep breath.

At the same time, Max lets one of his hands slip underneath his shirt, stroking his own stomach mindlessly, giving Charles a sneak peek of his beautiful pyhsique.

"Close the door, will you?" Max nods towards the door, catching Charles off-guard.

"Oh, uh, right." He turns around and shuts the door. "You wanted to speak to me?" Charles turns back toward Max, who's now standing right in front of him, a faint shimmer glowing in his eyes.

"Let's skip the small talk and get straight to what we both want." Max growls deeply and approaches him, kissing him lovingly. At first, Charles is slightly overwhelmed, but as soon as their lips meet, he embraces him fully.

"Mhmm." Charles melts into him, but to steady himself, he reaches for Max's chest, stroking him with one hand while he places the other at his neck, letting his thumb trace his jawline through his stubble.

At the same time, Max uses his tongue to enter Charles' mouth, spreading his delicious taste all over the place, including the faint taste of Red Bull.

Their lips part of their own accord as the air thickens between them. It gets harder and harder to breathe; the tension builds up in both of them.

"I needed that." Max gives a low, throaty laugh, his eyes shining invitingly in the artificial light.

"Me too." Charles breathes, and his head dips down toward Max.

He feels hands all over his chest and even up to his neck, unbuttoning his race suit. In one swift movement, Max unzips it, and one of his hands slips inside, stroking Charles now through his tight fireproofs.

"I want to congratulate you again." Max growls deeply. "You did so good today." He leans in once more to breathe down Charles' neck. His hand draws circles across his boyfriend's chest before he strokes him gently.

"Max.." Charles exhales deeply, and his entire body stiffens rapidly once he takes in more and more of his boyfriend's familiar scent. Together with him stroking his chest firmly, he slowly but steadily gives in to his own desire.

"Tell me, what should I do for you?" Max growls breathlessly, causing the pit of Charles' belly to light with an answering flame, one he always felt standing that close to him.

"I don't." Charles breathes deeply, trying to focus, when he feels Max's hand run slowly down his chest, further and further, and right to his crotch. It feels so good to feel him inside his tight suit and even better through his fireproofs, even though he wants to strip down to his boxers to feel him even closer.

Once he reaches his ever-growing desire, it sparks a wave of electricity to echo through all of his muscles, encouraging them to grow even harder.

"That feels so good." Charles moans slightly, with his accent coming through more and more—something that would happen a lot when Charles gets horny—much to Max's enjoyment.

"I knew you'd like that." Max smirks and starts to trace the outlines of Charles length through his fireproofs, causing him to melt into that loving touch.

Returning the favor, Charles strokes Max's chest as well. He's also getting harder the more he touches him. Knowing all of his most sensitive spots, he focuses on the nipples piercing through the fabric of his shirt.

Max doesn't want to give away his lead, however, so he intensifies his strokes a little, making Charles let out a guttural moan. Still, Charles is fully aware of this and pinches Max, a rough groan leaving his throat.

He can feel the shudder of Max's own breath speeding up and the tightening of his body against his as he draws him closer still.

"You're making me so hard, Charles." Max moans right into his ear, giving him goosebumps.

The two men embrace one another, Charles hands firmly stroking Max's chest while he focuses on Charles' length, now visible through his racing gear.

Drawing an unsteady breath, he leans closer to his boyfriend, fitting the curves of his body against Max when he grabs him firmly, causing him to flinch and whimper.

"Fuck, that's good." He lets out a long moan, causing his body to shudder. Instinctively, he starts to grind on Max's hand, enjoying how it feels.

"Mhmm." Max growls, stroking him again and again, as Charles leans his head back, exhaling deeply.

"That's right." He smirks, grabbing him once more, loving how this simple touch makes Chjarles' entire body tense—all of his muscles bulge against the fabric of his clothes. At the same time, Max's body gets tenser as well, much to Charles' pleasure, who's still stroking his chest.

One of his hands slides underneath Max's shirt, and feeling his bare skin with his fingertips makes it even harder for him to concentrate.

"Just imagine what you get when you beat me tomorrow." Max separates himself just enough to look into Charles eyes, a fire burning inside them, craving so much more.

Charles smiles and tilts his head. "What if you beat me?" He raises an eyebrow, giving him a challenging look, while still stroking his stomach and running fingers through the outlines of his tangible abs.

As Max narrows his eyes playfully, he tilts his head as well.

"You know how much I enjoy seeing you on your knees." He grunts teasingly, pulling his hand out of Charles' suit to place it at his neck, tracing his lip and cheek with his thumb.

Charles embraces him again before letting out a low groan, thinking about the last time they made such a bet.

"Fine." He pulls away and takes a few steps back, crossing his arms in front of his firm chest. "But I won't lose this time."

Max gives him an approving yet challenging look and immediately strokes his own stomach, still feeling Charles' hands linger on his skin.

"We will see." He shrugs before he runs both of his hands across his broad chest, letting out a low growl again.

Then, Charles' phone starts ringing, and Carlos is calling him, most likely to ask where he's been.

"I should go." He looks at his phone and back to Max, who's now stroking his own length through his pants.

"I will see you later then." Max smirks once more.

"Oh definetly." Charles growls and leaves.

He closes the door behind him and takes a few steps before he needs a break. Taking several deep breaths, Charles runs a hand through his hair, across his face, and further down his chest, right to the enormous tent forming inside his suit.

Still feeling Max's hands on his length, his scent in his nose, and his taste on his tongue, Charles holds back another low moan.

He turns back to take one last look at the motorhome before he makes his way back to the Ferrari garage.

"I need to win tomorrow." He mutters under his breath, and a sigh turns into a soft giggle.