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Vettel Jr, (2/3)
sooo finally chapter 2 is here (chapter 1 here)
I hope you guys enjoy it!
warning: smut, age gap
word count: 4.1k
Sebastian was having a very calm breakfast when Max sat down in front of him, they just stared at each other questionably.
“What are you doing at my table?”
At that moment Charles joined them “good morning guys”
“You too? I just wanna eat my breakfast in peace, piss off you two”
“Seb relax we’re not here for you”
“Yeah Max is right”
Seb sipped his coffee “she isn’t here, her flight was last night”
Two men exchanged a glance.
“Then-“ Max started speaking but didn’t dare to finish the sentence.
“What about Daniel? That’s not up to me she has made her decision, Daniel is fine with it”
“I literally don’t do what to say” the breakfast in front of Charles didn’t seem as delicious as before.
Max still needed more information “Daniel is fine with it? What’s that supposed to mean?”
Seb picked a piece of bacon “he came over to my room last night, asked me to check on her”
“And you didn’t do anything?” Max was to determine to try and make something happen.
“You think it didn’t break my heart to see my daughter like that? To hear her crying over the phone? It’s her decision I’m not gonna intervene.”
Max and Charles couldn’t argue anymore, Sebastian was right.
“Ah this coffee tastes so bad, where is Daniel anyway?” Max exclaimed frustrated, looking around searching for a tall Australian, instead he saw Lando walking to the McLaren table alone and called him.
“Do us a favor Lando and tell us where is Daniel” Lando eyed them suspiciously, Ferrari, Redbull and Aston Martin all in one table was quite a sight. Seb looked relax, Charles and Max were looking at him as if their future in F1 rested on this question. He picked a chair and barely fit himself on the small table. Seb sighed and whispered “awesome now there are 3 of them”
“Is this about yesterday? I stopped by his room, he looked wrecked man”
“I’ve spent two years with Daniel and I’ve never seen him this way”
“She’s been my daughter for 22 years and I’ve never seen her this way, I’m actually gonna check on her later”
Lando was quite intrigued by the conversation, looks like the next profession for the trio after they retired from driving gonna be a match making agency.
“You’re flying to Massachusetts?” Charles asked, eying Max and hoping he’d get the message.
“Yes, tomorrow’s morning”
“That’s great, I’m coming with you”
“You’re not coming anywhere Max”
“Come on man, if you won’t talk to her, let me do it”
Seb considered the suggestion for a second, as much as he loved his daughter, he also couldn’t stop his brain from reminding him of last night. Daniel sitting in front of him like a wounded puppy, while her precious daughter was crying over the phone “well because I wouldn’t intervene, doesn’t mean someone else can’t too right?”
Few moments passed in silence until it was broken by Seb, sighing loud “Daniel is not even a bad person, like this human being doesn’t have a bad bone in his entire body”
Charles smirked “so you encourage it?”
“I encourage my daughter’s happiness and if that’s tied to Daniel then yes I fucking encourage it, should’ve gotten her the date she asked for”
Lando who was quiet until then couldn’t keep it “what?”
Seb laughed and continued “yesterday when she came back to my driver’s room, she asked me to grab a date with Daniel for her”
Max and Charles looked at each other in pure disbelief, if only Seb would have done that, they didn’t need to conspire hard.
Charles exclaimed his disappointment “seb, man why would you do that?”
“Yeah he is right, you know what no more free Redbull for you”
“That’s ok I’ll ask Mercedes for free Monster”
Daniel laid in bed, not feeling like leaving it to have breakfast with the team. The memories of last night still fresh in his mind, he didn’t dare to sleep because what if it was all a dream? No it couldn’t be, he could feel his heart breaking, the pain and heartbreak couldn’t be fake, the fact that he couldn’t sleep yet his eyes were begging him to wasn’t fake. As much as he wanted to, he resisted the urge to take a bottle of alcohol and drain himself in misery and sadness. The knock on the door brought him out of his trance, he decided to ignore it, the knock didn’t stop and someone shouted “it’s Lando, open the door”
He grabbed a shirt and opened the door, putting his hands in his short’s pocket and leaned against the door frame, tiredly looking at Lando. In that moment he felt like all his muscles were aching which had nothing to do with yesterday’s race. It was shocking to himself that he was feeling this way towards a girl he saw for only few hours.
“Hey man, oh my god look at you, you ok there?”
Daniel just shook his head and stared at the ground.
“You coming for breakfast?”
He rubbed his eyes in distress “no I think I’m gonna try and sleep for few hours then get to my flight”
“Sure, if you needed anything let me know ok?”
Lando didn’t need to think twice about his condition, almost everyone saw what happened yesterday.
After the worst flight of her life, she got to the dorm after midnight. The entire building was dark and she was more than happy not to run into someone to explain her situation, she was supposed to be happy, a trip to Austin, got a VIP access and met her favorites but in that moment she was everything but happy. The tiredness and heartbreak was too much to handle that she immediately went to bed.
That afternoon her dad was supposed to come so she jumped to the door as soon as the door rang “HEY DAD…wait you’re not dad” she arched her eyebrows at Max.
“Hi” Max said casually, his effort to blend in was appreciated. He was wearing a khaki short with light blue buttoned up, finally ditching that Redbull cap.
Nina, her roommate appeared, staring at the man in front of the door who for sure wasn’t Sebastian Vettel.
“What does the championship contender doing on our doorstep?” She questioned, still staring.
“Uh actually-“
“How about you come in before anyone spots a goddamn F1 driver in Harvard girl’s dorm?”
He noticed the way she was dressed, very far from the way she was yesterday. A short, one of Daniel’s merches, her hair in a bun and she made no afford to hide the number 3 in her ears.
“Don’t give me that look Max, if I can’t have Daniel I’ll take his shirt”
“But-“
“Maxine don’t argue with me”
Max’s eyes accidentally landed on her semi open laptop “drive to survive? Daniel’s episode? Really?”
“But you said you were studying?” Nina questioned, staring at the laptop.
“Oh now there are two of them” she tiredly exclaimed, rubbing her eyes.
Max giggled lightly, she was indeed Sebastian Vettel’s daughter “that’s what your dad said”
“How did you get here so soon anyway? How did you find here? I have questions”
Max turned around and saw the posters on the wall, 8 posters, each pointing at the time Daniel won a Grand Prix. There were some posters when Lewis won the world title and even some of his own wins.
“Seb was right when he said you have a poster of Daniel’s win in your dorm, and to answer your questions private jet and Sebastian Vettel”
He turned and pointed at his own poster “you never mentioned you were my fan? To be honest I’m honored”
“Maximilian focus, why are you here?”
“Guys, as much as I would love to stay and listen in, I have a class and I’m sure you both would appreciate a privacy” Nina interrupted while opening the door.
“You’re the dearest Nina, thanks”
Max spoke again “we have time to talk, now I’m sure you can use a hug” and he opened his arms. She gladly accepted and hugged him back as tight as she could, his hand went up and down on her back to calm her, she rests her head on his biceps.
“How’s Daniel?” She finally dared to ask.
“Not better than you i suppose. Seb told me about last night”
“Last night? I didn’t tell him anything how does he know? Oh my god did someone see us?” She asked, slightly stressed. For sure she wasn’t about to tell Seb about the kiss.
“What? He told me Daniel went to his room to ask him to check on you”
That was some new information. The thought of Daniel going to her dad to ask him check on her made her miss him even more and she almost teared up.
“Oh my god he what? He really did that?”
Max almost laughed at her expression “you look like you just fall in love with him all over again”
She spoke dumbfounded “I actually did, now can we talk about why you are here? Is it because of The honey badger situation?”
She finally let him go and they sat behind the small table, she grabbed two bottles of drinks and sat across him.
“Zero alcohol? You don’t drink alcohol?” Max checked the drinks, slightly disappointed that it’s not alcoholic.
“I do but I try not to, I can’t afford getting hangover, we have alcohol if you want?”
“No no forget it sit down, Which situation were you talking about?”
Since he didn’t know about the kiss, she decided to act clueless “what? I don’t know what you’re talking about”
Max narrowed his blue eyes at her and she gave up, desperately needing to share it with someone, and who’s a better person than Max?
“Fine, fine. That night in parking lot we ran into each other, and I kissed him…well it turned out into a make out session”
In that moment Max realized why Seb kept saying he was done with her “you kissed him first, and you still decided to leave it?”
“Well I had to” she sounded desperate
“Daniel loves you, you know that? He doesn’t care if he had spent time with you only for few hours”
“But how do you know that?” She whined, taking a sip of her drink.
“Anyone who saw you yesterday during driver’s parade knows it, it’s literally no secret” Max answered as if the answer is the most obvious thing ever.
“Listen, I love him, I really do, hell I haven’t felt this way for god knows how long, but my situation is different. I just can’t” she let her face to fall on Max’s hand, she found it interesting how fast they clicked it as friends and how comfortable she was with him.
Max let her rest on his hand and ran his hand on her back “tell me about it, that’s why I’m here”
“I’m a med student, I’m either in a class, studying my ass off in library or running a 36 hour shift in hospital. I don’t have time to be in love”
“Fantastic, see how easy it was? Now go and say the exact same thing to Daniel and watch him to offer his infinite support to you”
She hated how right Max sounded “you didn’t even consider talking to him huh?”
“No because you weren’t supposed to be here, how the fuck he let you come?”
“Let me? He is the one who sent me, well I should give credit to Charles too it was his plan”
“Charles too? All of you ganged up for this?” It was unbelievable, she only spent few hours there and now the entire grid was invested in this.
“Now don’t change the subject”
“But Max-“
“No more buts, at least give it a try, for the sake of both of you, even your dad supports it.”
She sighed “What do you want me to do Maxwell? Cook? Clean? Suck his-“ she slammed her hand to her mouth before the word came out.
Max threw his hand back and laughed, the comment taking him off guard “well if you’re into it and I know Daniel won’t say no”
“Ok now what do you say about taking me karting?” She offered, smiling devilishly
“Oh girl you’re in for a big lose, and you gonna tell me how Daniel kiss” he couldn’t help it, he had to tease her
“If You’re so curious try it yourself”
Max stared at the monitor in front of him with open mouth, watching himself losing over and over again because the girl in front of him wanted to see it multiple time, in that moment she was recording it with big smile on her face.
“This is unbelievable, how could you? you’re indeed Vettel’s daughter” he was still in pure disbelief.
“What a sore loser” she teased while sending the video to her dad.
“What are you even going to do with this video?”
She smirked “hmm nothing just sent it to my dad and asked him to show it to Lewis”
“You did not”
“Ah you got me, I did send it to my dad, just not the Lewis part, but I definitely shared it to my Instagram story”
She went behind Max and pushed him to walk “Cmon Maximus let’s go, you owe me a Mojito”
Max would be lying if he says he wasn’t enjoying her company, it was totally worth it making his trip longer. Kelly being the perfect girlfriend, she totally understood and even told Max to give her updates about the whole thing. While both of them were sipping their drinks, his phone rang.
On the other side of the line Charles, Lando, Carlos and Sebastian were all sitting in a hotel room, waiting to know what happened.
“Max, hey mate what’s going on?”
“Hey man, we are drinking, just finished karting”
“Oh so she is with you? How’s she doing?”
“Yes, we’re fine”
With her there, Max felt like he can’t comfortably pour everything out.
“Ok ok just give me yes and no, she accepted what you said?”
“Yes”
It felt like the room exploded, but silently, Carlos and Lando high fived each other, Charles punched the air, happy that his master plan worked, and Seb couldn’t believe her daughter actually listened let alone accepting it.
“Since mission was successful, I won’t tease you about losing in karting.”
Max gave her a “I will show you” look and hanged up.
“Thanks to your dad and you Charles knows about karting”
“I totally did that on purpose, by the way, when are you leaving?”
“Tomorrow’s night”
“Wait that’s too early, you just came here to talk me into giving Daniel a chance?”
“Well basically yeah”
She pouted, she didn’t want her new best friend who happened to be a Formula 1 driver to leave so soon “that’s not fair”
“Now if you wanna see me you will come to Mexico grand Prix” he smiled in victory
“You’re literally intolerable”
Daniel was in Australia, he didn’t want to be in Austin, he didn’t want to be in Monaco, he wanted to be in Australia in his ridiculous farm with his ridiculous animas to maybe forget how ridiculously in love he was. In that moment he was sitting on a wooden swing with Michael standing next to him.
“Daniel at least train” all Daniel did was shaking his head and opening his Instagram to look at hers for 10th time on that day, and he noticed she has posted a story. For a moment he forgot his sadness when he heard her laughing and saw Max’s disappointed face every time he saw himself losing, Daniel laughed loud “she beat Max in karting, I’m so proud that’s my girl” he stared at the screen lovingly.
Michael shook his head, fully convinced that his friend was long gone “you look like a lovesick puppy”
“I am lovesick, and I am a puppy, look I can bark, Michael did I tell you about-“
“Daniel you talked about anything that happened about 10 times, I understand you love her but you have a race and you need to get over her, please, I beg you”
Daniel slowly slid down the swing “it’s not that easy, I don’t know what’s wrong with me, all my brain can comprehend is the kiss”
“I know it’s hard, but training will get your mind off it for few hours, come on do it for her”
The last part of the sentence got him laughing “fine fine, I’m coming”
Few hours later, training hasn’t done shit for him, Daniel could not get her out of his mind, it was physically impossible. He wanted to hug her tight, he wanted to see her face when he would give her the slightest attention and her face would lit up. He needed to pull her close and kiss her and other stuffs.
She was all alone with her thoughts when Max left, she didn’t know what or how it happened but somewhere along the way the switch between “celebrity crush” and “love of my life” changed. Suddenly the posters of Daniel on her wall wasn’t just a poster of her favorite driver, the number 3 as her Lock Screen wasn’t just a number of a car. In that moment she was in class, her hand under her chin as she pretended she is very interested when in fact her brain was reminding her of the kiss and everything that happened. The picture of Daniel looking like that was tattooed inside her brain, but the moment when she knew the answer to a question without listening was the reason she didn’t pursue her heart, she was once again reminded why she was there and what was her purpose. She wasn’t force to forget him, she could always live with him being somewhere close in her memory and mind. She did all she wanted, saw him, hugged him, kissed him, took pictures that one of them was her wallpaper and she kept unlocking her iPhone to check the picture. But yet she couldn’t control her heartbeat anytime she would see it. In that moment all she knew was, she felt absolutely ridiculous and lost.
She was on her bed, her laptop on, watching drive to survive and crying when Nina showed up “how many times have you watched it? And why are you crying?”
She sniffed and picked a tissue “because he is always happy and he smiles so pretty and I love how happy he is when he gets a podium, and above all I can never have him, and to answer your question I don’t know 10?15?” She was back to crying right after.
“If you love him so much, why don’t you go to him?” Nina asked, genuinely confused why she was torturing herself and the poor guy.
“Because it can’t work out, our goals are different, I’m a doctor, he is a driver. I work at a hospital and I can’t even take a time off to shower, how am I supposed to make it work? It will bother us more”
“Ok those are fair points, but you don’t have to answer instead of him, you know?”
Her answer was too logical for her broken heart “I don’t think I’m going to do something about it, I’ll just wait until I forget it you know?”
Nina sat next to her on the bed, touching her hand “you do whatever makes you happier, in that moment I, coincidentally Max too, think that Daniel makes you happy but if you don’t want to go for it, we all understand. It’s your call”
She smiled in appreciation and went back into watching the episode.
She felt Daniel’s warm hand tracing her spine and massaging her sour back, Halloween night been busy with kids in E.R and when it was over she was drained. She moved her face to have a better view of his lips, she has never kissed lips like his, it was so special and soft, locking with her so perfectly, the way he would suck her lips in a kiss was addictive, she couldn’t get enough of the way he pushed himself to her. With him there she was feeling needy, it wasn’t easy to have self control when Daniel Ricciardo was lying next to you, shirtless with only underwear, showing off his glorious abs and his hand slowly making it’s way to your underwear to give you a banging orgasm.
She loved when he took care of her like that, when his long fingers are dedicated into making her his, having her dripping wet all for him. She hissed and arched her back when she felt his finger in her underwear, delicately rubbing her,
“You look pretty like that” he couldn’t help but to mention, her face had the expression of pure delight, eyes closed, her teeth biting down her lips. In his reply she opened her eyes and looked at him lazily, too tired to move or too speak. She just wanted to enjoy this. She brought up her hand and touched his cheek, the gesture made Daniel’s heart leaping in his chest in a way that 300 kph couldn’t. To show his appreciation, he slipped a finger inside, slowly pumping in and out.
“Holy fuck Daniel, oh god, that feels so good”
His free hand grabbed her waist and pulled her close, pressing his lips against her but not kissing it, he just wanted to feel the softness of her lips, to feel her soft moans better. He added a second finger and she whined while their lips were connected, for a moment Daniel couldn’t believe she was there and it was him who were making her feel this way. He separated from her to give her a praise “that’s my pretty girl, you’re doing so well, open your eyes look at me”
When she was met with a pair of honey brown eyes, she swore she could come due to the intensity of the eye contact.
Daniel moved his fingers a bit faster, determined to make her come hard, a moan would leave her throat anytime he would move his fingers, he watched as her hand grabbed his biceps, her eyes shut intensely, she moaned his name and came hard.
Daniel finally kissed her “you’re so wrong if you think that was it-“
She woke up. Sweat dripping off her forehead and completely out of breath. Her mouth was dry, she didn’t need to check her underwear to see how wet she was from the dream. Her eyes went to the posters on the wall and she blushed hard. All the effort she made to forget him turned to ashes with just one dream, a dream she wouldn’t mind becoming reality. She sat on the bed for few seconds, whispering “oh my god” under her breath, her mind still trying to recover from the dream but instead she was having more thoughts.
Daniel felt tipsy, he was in a hotel room during Mexico race weekend with Charles, Max, Lando, Carlos and Michael. He couldn’t even remember whose hotel room it was. He was talking about the day he saw her to Lando and Carlos, even though Max and Charles were there they still liked to hear it from his point of view. He spoke of her with such a passion and love that if Sebastian was there, he would have thrown Daniel down the stairs. The group of friends were more than thankful that tomorrow they didn’t need to drive. As Daniel continued talking about her, Max felt mischievous, he picked the phone up and called her.
She was sipping a very awful coffee in hospital when her phone ranged and Max’s name showed up, they had spoken few times but a call at this time of the night was bizarre. She answered the phone, she heard someone shushing her and next thing she heard was Daniel’s voice. In that moment she truly realized how much she missed him. Even his voice sounded so good and she felt like she could cry when she heard him laughing. She then realized he was talking about the day they met “Man I really wish she could be here for the race you know?” That sentence was the best thing she has ever heard, maybe after all people were right and she needed to speak with him. In that moment she finally realized what would make her happy.
Max left the room to speak with her without anyone noticing “was that enough confirmation for you to decide what you wanna do?”
“Maximillian, fuck you and thank you”
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LANDO NORRIS ꨄ PORSCHE ROOKIE
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ABOUT JEON JAE-EUN
pairing: Lando Norris x Porsche Rookie OC
faceclaim: Jennie Kim
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Birthday: March 13th, 2000
2023 Porsche Rookie
2022 FIA F2 Champion
Best Friends with Oscar Piastri, Lily Zneimer, and Arthur Leclerc
Ex boyfriend: Lorenzo Zurzolo (2019 - 2021)
Speaks Korean (1st language), English, French, and Italian
Loves everything Halloween and horror
Anime fan
Sponsored by Adidas and Calvin Klein (more brands to come…)
Fashion Icon (the only one along with Lewis that can actually dress)
Can sing, dance, and play guitar (Arthur and Charles are teaching her the piano)
Has a YouTube channel where she post vlogs when she’s traveling and sometimes song/ dance covers
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more facts about Jaeeun will be added as the story goes on…
PLANE RIDES & NEW SHIPS
pairing: Lando Norris x Porsche Rookie OC
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landonorris we’re photographers. We’re back.
user1 you’re so bbg
user2 cuties 💗
user3 DANLANDO 🤤
jeonjaeeun look at these losers
| landonorris Be so for real right now… | I know you’re not talking.
user4 my favorite drivers!
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danielricciardo Well, guess we’re back
user1 LANDAN IS BACK
user2 I love this duo so much
jeonjaeeun WHERE THE HELL ARE MY PHOTO CREDS! 🤬
| user3 OMG! JAEEUN WAS WITH THEM!
| danielricciardo Sorry, I forgot 😓
| jeonjaeeun No excuses! That’s the last | time I take photos for you!
| landonorris not me though right? 😅 | @/jeonjaeeun
| jeonjaeeun we’ll see 😌 @/landonorris
| danielricciardo I regret inviting both | of you @/jeonjaeeun @/landonorris
| user4 Jaeeun took the pictures? What’d | she say to get them to laugh like that?
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jeonjaeeun Cozy in red 🌹 photo creds to lan
user1 THAT’S MY WIFE!
jeonjaeeun @/danielricciardo this how you give photo credits!
| danielricciardo I said I was sorry 😞
user2 why is Lando tagged?
| user3 He took the photos for her
| user2 Why is he with her? 😒
| user4 Daniel invited both of them to | fly with him
| user5 He is introducing his old | teammate to his new one!
| user4 @/user5 no they met at the | Bahrain gp through Oscar
user6 how are you so hot 🥵
arthur_leclerc FORZA FERRARI! ❤️
| jeonjaeeun ew, no! 🤢
user7 SHE CALLED HIM LAN!
landonorris should have been wearing papaya 🧡
| user8 A HEART! A HEART! HE JUST SENT | HER A HEART!
| user9 SAY IT WITH ME! JAELAN! JAELAN! | JAELAN! JAELAN
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[caption 1: never leave your phone laying around if you’re with these losers!]
[caption 2: new occupation: Jae’s personal photographer]
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LNFOUR @/landosgf
JAEEUN AND LANDO ARE TRAVELING TOGETHER!
user1 NEW SHIP! NEW SHIP! NEW SHIP!
user2 DID YOU SEE THEIR STORIES!
user3 He posted her on his story 😭
user4 Stop being delusional they are both traveling with Daniel it’s not just them
user5 WHO THE HELL IS LANDO! I NEED JAEEUN BACK TOGETHER WITH LORENZO! 😡
| user6 NO, SHE NEEDS TO GET WITH ARTHUR!
user7 HE SAID HE’S HER PERSONAL PHOTOGRAPHER 😭 SHE’S LIVING THE DREAM!
user8 I can’t be the only one that think they would look cute together
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Jaeeun ex boyfriend Lorenzo Zurzolo mentioned… You will see more of him later on in the story. Anyways Lando and Jaeeun are becoming friends so there will be a lot more interactions between them now. Also there will be time jumps so just warning you now.
FAVORITE MOMENTS
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JJ13 @/jaeeunlover
This is the last race until summer break, let us know what your favorite Jaeeun moment was this season so far!
user1 HER FIRST PODIUM! 💙
| user2 YES! SHE WAS SO EXCITED
| user3 OF COURSE! It was a 1-2 Porsche | Podium with Charles.
| user4 THAT WAS MY FAVORITE PODIUM TRIO!
| user5 mine too, but I also loved when | she got podium with Lando!
| user6 THAT WAS MY FAVORITE TOO! IT WAS | SO FUNNY WHEN SHE CHASED LANDO AROUND | WITH THE CHAMPAGNE!
user7 When she 3rd wheeled Oscar and Lily and gave us this picture
| user8 The way she is always third | wheeling with them 😭
| user9 You mean Oscar is always the 3rd | wheeling Lily and Jaeeun
| user10 somebody get my girl a bf so she | can stop being a 3rd wheel
user11 Everytime she beat Daniel during their cooking challenges
| user12 AND SHE LOOKED GOOD DOING IT 🥰
user13 THESE PADDOCK LOOKS 🥵
| user14 A GODDESS
| user15 Nobody is doing it like her and | Lewis! You will never catch them | slacking!
| user16 I NEED CHANEL TO SIGN HER! | NOBODY IS MAKING CHANEL LOOK AS GOOD AS | SHE DOES!
user17 WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT WHEN SHE WAS WALKING PASSED MCLAREN AND SOMEONE GOT A PIC OF LANDO LOOKING AT HER WITH HEART EYES!
| user18 OMG YESS!!! 😍
| user19 MY BOY IS DOWN BAD
| user20 They would look so cute together
| user21 Where did you get this? How have | I never seen this before!
| user22 They are just friends guys! Stop | shipping her with every driver!
| user23 You don’t look at your friends | like that though!
| user24 I don’t blame him, she looked so | good that day 🤤
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jeonjaeeun Amazing weekend to end the first half of the season! I can’t wait to see you all again soon! ☺️
user1 You are doing an amazing job! Already 8th place in the standing for wdc and you are in your rookie year!
user2 MOMMY 🥵
user3 SHE LOOKS SO GOOD! WHO TOOK THE PHOTO FOR HER AND HOW DID THEY NOT DIE ON THE SPOT!
user4 Lorenzo in the likes 👀
| user5 YES! I NEED THEM BACK TOGETHER AGAIN!
user6 I hope you have an amazing break!
user7 💙
user8 take care!
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Oscar Pastry @/mclarengirlie
Why does every f1 driver spend their vacations on yachts?
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Hope you like this update! Next update will be all about summer break before the 2nd half of the ‘23 season!
SUMMER LOVIN’
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🎵 Daniel Caesar • Best Part (feat. H.E.R.)
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jeonjaeeun ❤️🛥️
user1 hello, gorgeous 😍
user2 red is your color
user3 A MAN! IS THAT A MAN!
user4 WHO IS IN THE LAST SIDE!
user5 🥵🥵🥵
user6 IS THAT LANDO!?
| user7 NO, IT’S ARTHUR! 😒
user8 RUE, WHEN WAS THIS!
user9 THE SONG! THE SONG! YOUR HONOR, SHE’S IN LOVE!
user10 Please tell me her and Lorenzo are back together 🙏
user11 SHE’S THAT GIRL
user12 WHO IS THAT MAN AND CAN HE FIGHT!
user13 god really has his favorites
user14 pretty girl 💕
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F1 PADDOCK NEWS @/F1PADDOCKNEWS
Porsche Driver, Jeon Jaeeun no longer single? Jaeeun’s newest Instagram post revealed her to be on a date, is this a new boyfriend or just a fling since her breakup with Italian actor Lorenzo Zurzolo in 2021.
user1 MY WIFE IS NO LONGER SINGLE! 😭
user2 WE LOST HER 😭😭😭
user3 This has to be Lando! They are both spending summer break on a yacht!
| user4 HALF THE GRID IS SPENDING THEIR | BREAK ON A YACHT! THAT DOESN’T MAKE IT | LANDO! 😒
| user5 I bet it’s Arthur, did you see | his post earlier today?
| user6 He’s probably with Charles
| user7 No, they may be on to something! | Arthur and Charles are also on a boat | and Alex liked Jaeeun’s post so they | can all be together! 🕵️
| user8 OSCAR ALSO LIKED! I BET IT’S | ARTHUR!
| user9 Oscar is Lando’s teammate so it | could be Lando instead!
| user10 She’s obviously back with | Lorenzo! He posted as well today on a | boat around the same time.
| user11 did anyone think that maybe it’s | none of them and just a random guy?
user12 HE BETTER BE TREATING HER RIGHT 😡
user13 WHAT ABOUT THE KIDS! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME! 😭
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🎵 Cigarettes After Sex • Crush
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jeonjaeeun adventures 💕
user1 It’s not just a fling! We lost her guys, she’s soft launching a man! 😭
user2 CRUSH BY CIGARETTES AFTER SEX! SHE’S DOWN BAD!
user3 they are so cute 🥺
user4 2 post in a row with him!
user5 ALEX AND CHARLES IN THE LIKES 👀
user6 all of Jaeeun’s fanboys just fell to their knees crying
user7 THE HAND PLACEMENTIN THE LAST PHOTO! 🥵
user8 She’s so hot!
user9 Arthur, Lando, and Lorenzo are not in the likes 🤔
user10 The 4th picture 🤤
user11 SHOW US HIS FACE!
user12 These pictures are giving us nothing to figure out who it is!
| user13 It’s like that’s the whole point
| user14 I know, let them have their | privacy! She will let us know who he is | when she’s ready.
user15 I can’t wait to see her next date photo dump ☺️
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Send me some Halloween/ Spooky smau themed request pls 🙏
Hiii!!! I’m hoping that you can write a request for me! Gzd and other drivers during a red flag. She’d be like drinking some juice, inspecting cars with seb, trying to get the audience to do a wave with Daniel. Sitting in a corner and enjoying ice cream with Kimi, you get the gist!
You writing is always so comforting and fun to read! {if you aren’t down to write this request then please ignore this one! No hard feelings haha}
SLOW DOWN, RED FLAG
pairing: f1 grid x driver!reader
warnings: sleeping? lol.
author's note: I FINALLY GOT TO THIS ONE!!! also sprinkled some webber + button content in there cause why not x
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''The race still hasn't restarted so let's see what our drivers are up to.'' Martin's voice spoke over the commentary, informing the viewers of the current situation.
The screen cut to Mick and Sebastian playing football in one of the empty hallways, keeping themselves energised for the race. ''Young Schumacher and Vettel playing some ball, trying to maintain their energy and not slump.''
''And here we have Charles Leclerc, the Monégasque writing some things down in his journal- a habit he picked up from his former teammate, Sebastian Vettel.'' Ted observed, describing how the young man scribbled some things down in the Ferrari garage.
''Let's see what Y/N Y/L is up to. I'm sure the young woman is doing her best to keep herself high- is she sleeping?'' Martin interrupted himself, watching the screen with an open mouth as it cut to the driver laying on the floor in her garage while her team worked around her sleeping form.
''Well, all the drivers have different ways of keeping their energy up.'' Ted chuckled, finding amusement in the woman's antics once again.
Both men took a closer look at the screen as the camera kept lingering on her garage and what was happening inside of it. ''Is… is she sleeping- oh my goodness, her blanket has Kimi Raikkonen's face on it.''
As the screen zoomed out, the viewers could see the driver having a blanket draped over her- one that had a picture of a sleeping Kimi on it.
''She keeps surprising me that one.'' Mark Webber joined in, laughing at the image of the young woman. ''I love the fact that her team just ignores it and works around her.'' He noted.
''Yeah, this is probably not the first time this has happened.'' Martin said, coming to that conclusion because of the way the mechanics and others don't seem bothered by it.
''This is a message for the crew that will be interviewing Miss Y/L later; Please ask her about this!'' Ted pleaded over the commentary, asking his colleagues that will be conducting the interviews to question the driver about her 'red flag habit'.
''Now, Y/N- we were specifically told to ask you this by Ted Kravitz himself.'' Jenson started off, making her hesitantly nod her head.
''Why were you sleeping during the red flag?''
''Oh,'' she laughed in relief, having expected a more controversial question that would have her press officer shit themselves, ''I was bored so I slept.''
''Aren't you supposed to keep yourself pumped for the race?'' Nathalie asked, a frown on her face.
Y/N nodded. ''Yes and that's my way of doing that.'' She grinned. ''Please don't judge me.'' She quickly added upon seeing the confused expression everyone was wearing.
''We're not! Don't worry, dear.'' Nathalie assured her, momentarily caressing her arm.
''Is it something you do often, because your team seemed to be very nonchalant about it- especially your mechanics, since they were working on your car.'' Jenson asked, genuinely curious about the matter.
The young driver pouted her lips in thought. ''Uh, I don't want to say it's a regular thing that I do, but I'm also not gonna say that it hasn't happened before.''
''Alright, and the Kimi blanket?''
''I got that for my birthday a few years ago, it's very cute, isn't it?'' She smiled from ear-to-ear, proud of her blanket of the World Champion.
The reporters nodded, endeared by her authentic excitement. ''Has he seen it?''
''He has! I showed him a picture of it when I first got it and he smiled so I think he was a big fan of it.'' She answered, with the same smile on her face.
''He didn't say anything?''
''Kimi asked where I got it from, but I didn't know the answer so that was the end of our conversation.'' She chuckled.
Jenson laughed at her response. ''That's more than I ever got out of him.''
another author’s note lol: I have decided to get rid of my taglist since it was becoming unorganized and I can only tag an x-amount of people per post + I’m not a fan of reblogging my own work.
I just want a driver!male!reader so confused on why the drivers are acting super nice to him. Like the drivers are so horny on main for reader and people (or even engineers doesn't matter who) are telling him why, and he just continues to brush it off. Even when it comes from his bestfriend (maybe logan or yuki). And he doesnt figure it out until he gets kissed by first and second place. (You decide who. Maybe max? But that doesnt seem like something he would do in my opinion.)
The It boy
Social media au + written fic
Fluff slightly suggestive
Word count 366
Various male face claims
This could be better I’m not gonna lie I’m in a bit of a writing funk 😭😭
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Username 1 — the it boy is back 🤭
Username 2 — finally no more Dutch national anthem
Username 3 — the first picture tho 👀
Pierregasly10 — and I thought I was the only one who had a big dick
Your username— @kika-gnomes come get your man 🤣
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Username 4– CHARLES!!!!
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MaxVerstappen1 — he’s a liar 🤥 he does like cats . Meet Jimmy and sassy’s new dad ☺️🥰.
Lando_norris4 — google how do I become a cat 🐈???
Max_Fewetrell— Lando mate we’ve talked about this
Lando_norris4 — don’t judge me max…HAVE YOU SEEN HIM!!!!
Username 5– I need y/n to put his hands on me
EstebanOcon31– same here
Username 6 — what in the hell is going on with the boys????
Username 7 — their horny that’s what’s going on 🤣
Logan was woken by the sounds of someone knocking on his door. Rolling over in bed he looked at the time it was 3am Logan had one rule: don't interrupt him while he was sleeping. Grumbling, he got out of bed and opened the door finding his friend y/n standing there staring at his phone.
“What are you doing here?” Logan grumbled.
“Can we talk? It's pretty important?” Y/n asked looking up at his friend who looked like he was going to kill him.
“Can it wait till morning?” Logan asked.
“Not really mate” y/n responded. Logan sighed and opened the door up further to let his friend in.
Logan followed y/n into the small living room of his hotel room and collapsed down on the sofa.
“Well what is it?” He half mumbled half groaned still trying to will himself back to sleep.
Y/n looked away from his phone and sat down on the sofa opposite his friend.
"Promise you won't laugh?"
"Depends if you interrupted my sleep for a good reason or not." Logan replied.
“Everyone on the grid has been leaving these strange comments in any post that involves me” y/n said.
Logan raised an eyebrow, his tired eyes staring at the smaller man.
"Comments? Like what?"
Logan was immediately more awake, the fact that everyone in the paddock was talking had his attention.
“Like these” y/n said, showing Logan his phone.
“Lando_norris4 — google how do I become a cat 🐈???”
Max_Fewetrell— Lando mate we’ve talked about this
Lando_norris4 — don’t judge me max…HAVE YOU SEEN HIM!!!!
Username 5– I need y/n to put his hands on me
EstebanOcon31– same here
Charles_leclerc16 — I need proof 😩🫠
Pierregasly10 — and I thought I was the only one who had a big dick
Carlossainz55 — I’d give up everything to be a homemaker just for him…
YukiTusnoda22 — does y/n need a private chef 🧑🍳
Oscar_piastri81– those lips are looking mighty kissable
MaxVerstappen1– if I could get pregnant I’d be Y/n’s baby mama 🤷
Logan was struggling to hold back laughter. He knew his friend was attractive, the grid had been drooling over him since he joined 5 years ago.
He knew it would only take 1 good photo for all hell to break loose. He did promise to not laugh though.
"And it's all the drivers?"
Y/n looked back at his friend, his face going slightly red.
"Well no... Some of the team members have got involved...even a few fans...."
Logan's eyes widened. He knew the drivers were down bad but the team members and fans too?
"And what do you want me to do about it?" Logan asked, leaning back on the sofa. Y/n looked down at his feet.
"Well you're my best friend and a good looking guy…. I was wondering if you could give me some advice? Help me on how to deal with all this?" Y/n asked, a slight hint of desperation in his voice
Logan's annoyance at his friend for waking him up was all but gone.
"How could I not see this coming? They've been making heart eyes at you for years."
Logan shifted into a more comfortable position on the sofa, gesturing for friend to come sit next to him
Y/n stood up and sat down on the sofa next to Logan, still staring at his phone, refusing to look up and meet Logan's eyes.
"Mate I’m so screwed." He mumbled. Logan sighed and put an arm around his friend's shoulder.
"You're not screwed. You're an attractive guy. Of course all those drivers are gonna be thirsting over you"
Y/n finally put his phone down the coffee table and groaned, burying his face into Logan's shoulder.
"They’re not even being subtle about it! Lando wanted to know how he could turn into a cat!”
Logan chuckled and rubbed his friend's shoulder. Watching him get so distraught over this was quite entertaining.
"Like I said they've been thirsting over you for years. Lando has had a crush on you since last year"
Y/n looked up at his friend, his eyes searching for a hint of a lie on Logan's face.
"Really? Lando?”
Lando norris was a good looking driver, y/n couldn't deny that. But he was also a bit insane, and the exact opposite of y/n.
Logan let out another chuckle and nodded.
"He's crazy about you."
Logan glanced at his friend, his face red, completely oblivious to the fact that most of the grid was in love with him.
"You really didn't know did you?"
Y/n let out an uncomfortable laugh and stood up from the sofa.
"It can’t all be Lando, come on mate"
Logan smirked and picked up his phone. He knew he was going to enjoy this. A ping sounded as an Instagram notification popped up on his screen.
“What am I going to do?” Y/n asked
Logan scrolled through the comments, chuckling to himself at the ridiculous things they were writing.
“You’re a grown ass man. Just ignore them." He teased, knowing it would piss his friend off.
“Oh yeah because it’s that easy” y/n responded, rolling his eyes and glaring at his friend.
Logan chuckled again, he was enjoying messing with his oblivious friend.
“So what’s the worst one you’ve seen?” He asked, still scrolling through the comments.
Y/n went bright red and he sat down on the sofa again, staring at his own phone.
"You don't want to know." He mumbled, trying to avoid the question.
Logan's eyes widened, that reaction could only mean one thing, someone had written something dirty.
"Oh come on, mate now I want to know" he laughed leaning closer to his friend. Y/n buried his face in his hands, the tips of his ears going red.
"You're gonna laugh at me" he mumbled, refusing to look at his cheeky friend.
Logan was laughing already, he could tell it was going to be good. He sat down on the sofa next to his friend, their thighs touching.
"Come on, it can't be that bad" he goaded, leaning closer to get a better look at his embarrassed friend's phone.
The smile on Logan's face got wider and his arm found its way back around y/n's shoulder. He pulled his friend closer, a cheeky plan forming in his mind.
"Damn they're not pulling their punches" he laughed reading the raunchy comment.
“It’s not funny Logan!” Y/n exclaimed looking at his friend.
“I don’t know man it kinda is… look just let the guys down tell them your of interested” Logan says.
“What am I going to do?” Y/n asked leaning against the back of the couch.
“Join a convent and go celibate for the rest of your life” Logan suggests.
The next couple of days passed quickly for y/n and he spent them avoiding his phone, hoping the comments would die down. But the thirst for him only increased. He walked around the paddock, trying to go unnoticed but being stopped and dragged into conversations everywhere he went. He had to admit some of the attention was fun, Max Verstappen had jokingly commented that y/n was the hottest driver on the grid.
That was until he walked back into the Ferrari hospitality on the second practice day, he had been invited to join the team to enjoy the air conditioning.
As he sat at one of the tables, he was joined by a couple of drivers. He'd just finished a rather heated conversation with Carlos about his new haircut when he felt somebody else slide into the seat next to him. He turned his head to find himself face to face with none other than Charles Leclerc, Ferrari's golden child.
Charles smiled down at the smaller man, resting his chin on his hand. He had the same goofy look on his face that most of the drivers had.
"You know they’re all absolutely crazy for you, right?" He smirked, watching y/n's reaction. Y/n felt his face go red. No matter how many times the drivers mentioned it, he always got embarrassed by it.
He looked away from the handsome Monegasque and cleared his throat, trying to sound casual.
"They’re clearly joking," he mumbled.
Charles laughed, his eyes never leaving the nervous man beside him. He knew y/n was oblivious, everyone knew that he was oblivious.
"Mate you're hot. You were the hottest thing in the paddock last season" Charles teased, resting his hand on y/n's knee under the table.
Y/n's eyes darted to where Charles' hand was resting on his knee. His breath hitched as the older man’s hand slowly crept up his thigh.
“No way” he mumbled, trying to ignore the way Charles’ hand felt against his skin and the heat radiating off the man's body.
“Ummm I gotta go” y/n said jumping up and running off.
Charles chuckled to himself, amused by the smaller man’s panic. He watched as y/n ran out of the hospitality and through the paddock, almost bumping into Lando and Pierre on the way out. Lando and Pierre caught each other’s eye and silently agreed to follow behind the man. They’d both seen the interaction with Charles and had to admit, it was very amusing.
It was race day. The whole paddock was buzzing with excitement; most of the attention was focused on y/n.
He had already been swamped by drivers all morning, everyone trying to wish him luck and joke about how attractive he was.
But he pushed all those thoughts away as he climbed into his car. Now it was just him and the race.
The race went smoothly for y/n. He finished P1, which was an amazing result but it made him happy. He climbed out of his car and was instantly swamped by his mechanics and engineers congratulating him on the race. He smiled, proud of himself for finishing in the points.
The usual celebrations began, music blaring out, champagne spraying everywhere. The crowd were going wild.
Y/n stood still watching the chaos unfold in front of him. A smile on his face. Until he felt a presence standing next to him. He turned his head to see Oscar smiling down at him. “You did great mate” Oscar mumbled, trying to make his voice heard over everyone else on the podium.
Y/n smiled up at him.
“Thanks. You did good too” he chuckled, a sense of giddiness flooding over him.
As the celebrations continued Oscar leaned slightly towards y/n.
“Can I tell you something?” He asked, his eyes wandering across y/n’s face and settling on his lips. Y/n’s breath hitched slightly when Oscar leaned closer to him. He nodded and looked away flustered by the young man’s gaze.
“Uhmmm. Yeah. Of course” he mumbled.
Oscar shifted closer until his chest was almost touching y/n’s shoulder. He could hear the man’s breathing, and the way his breath hitched when he spoke. He smirked
“I’ve wanted to do this for a while” he said quietly, barely more than a whisper.
Y/n shuddered, the feeling of Oscar’s breath brushing against his neck and the warmth of the man’s body seeping into his sent all the blood rushing down to south.
He opened his mouth but was cut off by a set of warm lips pressing firmly against his. Oscar’s hand found its way to the small of y/n’s back, pulling them flush together as he pressed against the man. Y/n responded immediately, leaning into the kiss. One hand gripping the side of the podium and the other grabbing the front of Oscar’s race suit.
They pulled away panting slightly, both men’s faces flushed. Oscar smiled at y/n, his eyes full of hunger and need. Y/n let out a nervous laugh.
“What was that for?” He asked, his voice shaky.
“I had to make sure you got the right message considering that you are so oblivious,” Oscar says, shrugging his shoulders.
“I’m not oblivious” y/n said offendedly .
“Sure you aren’t mates” Oscar says, shaking his head smiling.
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Oscar_piastri81 — I win 👹
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Username 8 — poor lando 🤣
Username 9 — y/n was and is the most oblivious person to ever walk the earth
Username 10 — it was Oscar standing on his tippy toes for me 🤣
Username 11 — someone check on Logan
Logansargeant2– not even I could see this coming I always thought it would be lando
Charles_leclerc16 — need a third 👀
Username 13 — CHALES NO!!!!
MaxVerstappen1– what am I supposed to tell our children????
Oscar_piastri81– split custody that’s what my parents did 🤷
Username 14– oh my god Oscar 🤣🤣
Username 15 — you know it makes so much sense now if you think about it.
Username 16 — Oscar “heart eyes” piastri
Username 17 — oh he bold bold 🤣
Yours Or Mine
Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x eng!Reader x Max Verstappen
Summary: Switching Teams seemed like a bad idea until it wasn't? Or was it?
Genere: Angst, little fluff here and there, I feel like there will be some drama along the way lol
Warnings: strong language I'll add more along the way if there's any
Word count: 520
Chapter one: The Begging of the end
Mercedes was the dream. the one you worked all your life for, so why they are letting you go now?
"listen to me, I hate to see you go but look at the good side it'll be for one season only"
' no cause what the hell are you talking about lew? I feel like I'm getting thrown away and to who? To red bull? To max? really?'
"it's not like that, we're not throwing you away, you're the best aerodynamics engineer we have"
'then why letting me go lewis? Why?' at this point, you've lost it, you're eyes are getting teary and it's hard to see already
"because that was the deal, you know if it was up to me I would never do that to you. now stop crying please let's not make this harder" he said while hugging you.
When you first came to Mercedes you were in an awe, achieving your dreams and all inspired you to work hard to prove yourself, you kept your interactions with everyone friendly at first until one time...
The whole team went out to celebrate after lewis won a race. It was a fun night where you all danced and had drinks.
You and lewis shared a deep conversation that night and since then the people who were once your coworkers became your family, your new home.
So that's why it hurts, having to wear a red bull t-shirt for the season hurts.
You've never liked max as a person, it's just something about his aura that felt off to you. So even if you accepted the term of changing teams, you'll never accept working directly with max it doesn't matter which team he's in. Working with him was definitely out of your list of wishes.
When you went home, the thoughts of starting the season with a new team filled your mind. You knew you had to keep it professional, you have to accept it, but in the same time you didn't know if you are capable of doing that.
The sound of your phone ringing disturbed your thoughts...
"hello"
'hey'
"how are you doing now?"
'still terrible lew' you heard him sigh once you answered him
"I'm sorry.."
'don't.. It's not your fault there's nothing we can do but to accept this'
"but you know it doesn't change anything between us right? You will always be ours"
'I know...but not for this season'
"___"
he sighed again, the way he said your name gave you goosebumps. You and lewis always had this thing between you two. The affect he has on you, it's like electricity every time he says your name specially when he says it like that.
'I'm just saying the truth lew'
"I know.."
You both stayed silent for a few moments, just listening to each other breath until lewis decided to speak again
"I'll miss you" you felt your heart bounding fast like the race cars you see almost every day
'I'll miss you too lew'
Working with max sucks but not being able to see or talk with lewis again definitely sucks more.
A/N: for the first time writing here that wasn't too bad hehe, the reader literally hates max for no reason but she'll come around soon 🤫 please be patient with me I promise it's full of surprises and I would really like to hear your thoughts on this chapter 💕
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A/N: Hey everyone! I just wanted to note that in my fics the reader doesn't have a specific age and also doesn't belong to any specific race so you can imagine her however you want it to be 💕.
Always check the warnings of every fic before reading I'd hate to hurt anyone because of my content, but you're also responsible for what you read.
I'm currently writing for f1 but mainly lewis, I'll probably write about football players in the future.
Requests: open!
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Yours Or Mine
Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x eng!Reader x Max Verstappen
Genere: Angst, some fluff, enemies to friends with max, maybe some drama in the future
Warnings: strong language, car accident will add more along the way
Summary: Switching Teams seemed like a bad idea until it wasn't? Or was it?
Chapter one
chapter two
Yours Or Mine
Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x eng!Reader x Max Verstappen
Summary: Switching Teams seemed like a bad idea until it wasn't? Or was it?
Genere: Angst, some fluff, enemies to friends with max
Warnings: strong language, car accident
Word count: 881
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You don't know if you feel betrayed or if you feel like a cheater in your Red Bull T-shirt but you were definitely hurt. You were excited about the new season and the new beginning that it held but all that excitement died once you stepped your foot on Red Bull motorhome.
Chapter two: New Beginning
"welcome to the team!"
"welcome! We're excited to work with you"
"yeah! Hope you feel comfortable here"
'thank you guys, I really appreciate it' you smiled a little
You weren't expecting that, the welcoming and all made you feel warm inside. Maybe it wasn't that bad maybe you misunderstood max and he's a sweet person in the end of the day and you were just overthinking this. You hoped so and you also hope for the season to pass quickly so you can go back to where you belong..
The team meating wasn't bad at all, everyone was focused on the strategy and had the passion to win. Even max wasn't as bad as you thought. You thought that maybe with time you'll get around and learn how to work with them just like the way it happened in Mercedes.
After the meeting finished, you went with the rest of your colleagues to check the car one last time before the race starts and once you made sure everything is perfect you moved inside the motorhome again and waited for the race to start.
When the race started everything was fine until they collided, everything happened so quickly and you found both of Max and lewis out on the gravel. Lewis's car almost went to its side and You gasped, that wasn't a part of the plan. It didn't matter whose fault it was, you wouldn't want lewis to get hurt and in that moment you found yourself hating the season more.
You can't just run to Mercedes motorhome to check on lewis even if both of them had to retire from the race and you wouldn't be needed much here.
When max arrived you pulled him a side
'what the hell was that?'
"what the hell was what?" you can't believe that he actually looks confused
'that fucking clash max, what was that?'
"what do you mean what was that? It wasn't my fault I lost the grip, there's something wrong with the car" and at this point you were fuming
'there's nothing wrong with the car! I literally checked it before the race and everything was perfect'
"well apparently you don't know how to do your job so stop blaming me on something I had no control over"
'excuse you...'
"you heard what I said, you need to get your priorities straight. You're no longer in Mercedes, so stop concerning yourself with hamilton and focus in your job instead" he left you standing stunned. The bad thing that what he said wasn't wrong. You weren't at Mercedes anymore so if anything you should focus on max and max only, but how are you going to do that when all you can think about is lew?
Well maybe this season is going to be worse than you thought.
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Later that day you called lewis after you went to your hotel room
'Hey'
"Hi"
'are you okay? You didn't get hurt, did you?' you were nervous to hear his answer
"yeah I'm good don't worry how about you? How was your first day?" you breathed in relief
'was worth than I thought' you heard him sigh
"what happened?"
'everything, you were in a crash in the first race of the season and there was nothing I could do, I got in an argument with max and I don't think I can continue like this'
"no wait a sec-why did you argue with max" oh shit. You definitely shouldn't have mentioned that. You can't just tell him that you argued with max because of him.
"hello? are you still here?"
'yeah yeah I hear you'
"so why did you and max argue"
'uhm he said that I'm not doing my job properly' that wasn't a lie but it wasn't the whole truth either. You're not going to tell him that you argued with max because you were too worried about him.
"what? Why would he say that?"
'I don't know let's just change the subject' you knew if you two kept talking about max you'll expose yourself, you've been always a terrible liar specially when it comes to lewis
After finishing the call with lewis, you spend hours thinking because you've never been confused like that before. You don't adapt to changes easily, you loved being in Mercedes and you loved having lewis as a part of your team, but now you feel like you've lost him and you hated that. The connection you two had was like a magnet, you can't stay away from him too much, he is addictive and once you get closer to him you won't be able to get enough.
A/N: Hey everyone! Hope you enjoyed today's chapters. This is literally the biggest thing I have ever written in my life so I'm kind of proud of it. I'd love to hear your feedback about today's chapter whether do you think there's too much details or if you think the story is moving quickly? I'd really love to hear your opinion because I want to improve and I want everything to make sense you know 😂 next chapter is going to take some time to be posted but hopefully it's going to be better and maybe longer 👀
He was a great person, kind hearted and always inspiring. No one could blame you for your feelings. But you hope that you would come around with time, because in the end of the day you may have lost lewis as a team mate but you still have him as a person right?
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Sleepless Nights - Lewis Hamilton x reader
Lewis Hamilton x female!reader
Summary: Your next-door neighbour is constantly keeping you awake so one day you decide to confront him.
Warnings: Smut, no mention of protection so wrap up before you tap it, fluff, swearing
Word Count: 5.8K
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Another sleepless night you were caused by your next-door neighbour. What on earth was he doing in there? For the past week, he’d constantly keep you awake although you didn’t have to worry about him for most of the month. His job clearly allowed him to travel well, you knew it did. You lived next to Lewis Hamilton, to most girls, it would be a dream come true but no one ever dreams to think of how loud he was during the night.
At first, you thought he was bringing over a new girl every night but you never heard any moans or saw anyone leave when you left for work the following day. It was strange but you were growing tired of it and tonight was the night you’d confront him.
The constant banging sound erupted at the usual time of one in the morning. Huffing you threw on a hoodie and attempted to open the door when your cat grabbed your attention. Looking over to your bed you saw Toto, your black cat perched on the sheets, his green eyes squinting at the sudden bright light in the room.
“Sorry buddy but I’m not having him keep us up all night.” Heading out of your bedroom you quickly walked through your apartment before opening your front door. You hit your fists on his front door rather forcefully. The sudden noise in his flat stopped and you heard footsteps growing louder as the door unlocked.
He was shirtless and covered with sweat. His braids hung low in front of his face as he took a deep breath. His eyes met yours, a smirk tugging on his lips to see his neighbour standing before him. “Can I help you?” He asked, still gasping for a breath.
“Yeah, can you maybe stop whatever you’re doing or whoever you’re doing, I’m trying to sleep?”
Lewis let out a low laugh, looking down at the floor before meeting your eyes again. “Whoever I’m doing?” The laugh grew. “I can assure you I’m doing no one…” A smirk returned to his lips. “Unless you’d like me to -”
“I’d rather you just be quiet at night.”
“Do you know what I do for a living y/n?” He cocked his head to the side.
“I’m very much aware.”
“Then you know I have to train for that.”
“Not at one in the morning you don’t.”
“I can’t sleep.”
“Then go for a run outside where I can’t hear you.” Rolling your eyes at him you spoke again. “I’m sure Sir Lewis Hamilton is capable to go for a run by himself.”
“I don’t want to leave Roscoe.”
“He’s a dog -” Just as you spoke the English Bulldog came plodding towards the door, his heavy breaths matching his dad's.
Roscoe stepped towards you, leaving Lewis’s flat to get closer. Unbeknown to you he was picking up on something. He looked to his left and that’s when he met the eyes of Toto. You had completely forgotten to shut the door and Toto had clearly come to see what was going on. Roscoe barked causing Toto’s ears to flatten and he hissed at the dog.
Roscoe lept forward at the cat causing Toto to flee down the hallway. Roscoe followed, chasing after the animal as you watched in horror. “Toto!” You called for your cat before turning to Lewis. “Go and get your fucking dog!”
“Roscoe!” Lewis called, quickly leaving his apartment to run after the two animals. You promptly followed suit, running after the animals. Toto was much faster than Roscoe. He sprinted down to the other side of the hallway within seconds whilst Roscoe tried to catch up. Lewis was also faster than his own dog and managed to grab the animal whilst Toto ran up into your arms, sinking his claws into your hoodie, never wanting you to let go of him.
“Christ not only can’t you stay quiet but you can’t control your dog -”
“Your cat is called Toto?” Lewis asked, ignoring your previous statement. “Like my boss?”
“He’s actually named after Toto from The Wizard of Oz.” You replied.
“You know he was a dog in that film right?”
“Yes, I know he was!” You held your cat tighter. “Are you okay honey?” You looked down at the cat, looking over him to make sure he wasn’t hurt.
Lewis scanned his dog for any marks caused by Toto. “I think he scratched Roscoe…”
“He deserved it! Chasing my poor boy around like that, he was terffied.”
“Maybe you should have locked your door then.” Lewis huffed, keeping Roscoe by his side.
“Maybe you should have a dog with better recall and maybe if you didn’t keep me up all night we wouldn’t be having this discussion right now.” Tightening your grip on Toto you pushed past the man and walked back to your door. “Keep it down Hamilton.” You sent him one last glare before slamming your door shut, leaving him and Roscoe in the hallway together.
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The days went on and you were yet to hear any sound from Lewis. The only sound you ever heard was him locking his door and telling Roscoe he was going to see Angela. Luckily for you, he was racing in France on the weekend so you knew you would at least get a few peaceful nights' sleep and so would Toto before he returned. Everything seemed to be going smoothly until your shower turned stone cold and never showed a hint of turning warm again.
You didn’t have time to worry about it as you had to leave for a friend's birthday. Saying goodbye to Toto you headed out the door and headed to the restaurant.
“So how’s the neighbour?” Your friend asked as you sat opposite her as you ordered starters.
“Still a dick.”
“He’s doing well at the moment.” Your other friend, who sat beside you had her eyes glued on a tv screen hidden towards the bar. Your eyes fluttered towards the screen, watching the cars speed around the track. She had a point, Lewis was doing well. You knew he’d had a rough time on the track recently, not that the two of you talked a lot but it wasn’t hard to see when he was known by the world.
“Maybe if he wins he’ll shut up when he’s home.” You replied, turning back to the menu.
“It can’t be that bad.”
“You try living beside him.”
One friend let out a small laugh, her eyes glowing at the thought. “Wouldn’t mind it.” Without looking in her direction you rolled your eyes, trying not to turn your attention back to the screen or encourage their behaviour towards Lewis.
It was so secret that he was good-looking and evidently had women dropping to their knees for him but Lewis clearly never took any interest, only caring about his career. That was something you and him could both agree on although you seemed to be able to balance both social life and work life, Lewis on the other hand only seemed to focus on work life, maybe that’s why he was so uptight.
“He’s pretty uptight you know.” You suddenly spoke up. “So obsessed with work -”
“That’s exactly what you’re like.” One of the girls spoke. “Always focusing on your career.”
“But I know how to relax, he doesn’t.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
The night went on and you eventually made your way home. There was still no sign of Lewis which was a blessing for you but there was also no sign of hot water again, something which was not so much of a blessing.
“Fuck sake!” You nearly yelled as you slammed the bathroom door behind you. Toto gave you a look from his seat on your bed. “Sorry boy.” A sign of defeat fell from your lips as you fell beside the cat, letting your hands dance in his fur, earning a low purr from the animal. Your anger turned to a light smile as you watched his reaction, his eyes closed as you scratched his chin however the moment was ruined by a sudden knock at the door.
Furrowing your brows you left Toto on your bed and made your way to the front of your apartment to open the door. Standing before you was Lewis Hamilton. He leant on the frame of the door, his lips tugging into a smile when he saw your expression.
“What do you want?”
His eyes scanned your body, taking in the outfit you had on. “Had a good night?”
“It was a friend's birthday, didn’t think you’d be home this early. You were racing today…”
“You watched it then?”
“Don’t have to watch it to know that you were driving.”
“Good answer.” His smile turned to a smirk. “I just came over to ask you to keep the noise down -”
“Bold coming from you.”
“I’m just saying y/n, practice what you preach. What were you shouting about anyway?”
“My water.” You took a deep breath. “I haven’t had hot water in a few days and I really need a shower, I was told it would be fixed by this evening but that didn’t happen.”
“You can use mine.” He was quick to generate an answer. “Consider it a favour for keeping you up these past few nights.”
You pondered on the thought. It wasn’t like you couldn’t trust him but you knew he wouldn’t let you forget it. Lewis could tell you were thinking about it. “If you would feel more comfortable with me leaving whilst you shower I have no problem with that, I can wait outside if you want -”
“No.” You cut him off. “It’ll be fine, it’s your own place I’m not going to throw you out because you let me shower.”
“Up to you.” He stepped back from your door. “Just knock when you’re ready and I’ll let you in.” The smirk turned into a grin as he stepped back, disappearing into his own house and allowing you to get ready.
You couldn’t lie to yourself that you were thankful for his offer. The feeling of warm water running down your skin felt nicer than cold blades trying to cut it. Reluctant to turn the shower off you indulged in the feeling of the water one last time before stepping out and cutting the water off. Not wanting to take too long and knowing he probably wanted to sleep after his day you threw on a hoodie and shorts, ringing your hair out of the water and putting it up so it didn’t make your clothes wet you walked out of his bathroom and into his front room where he was sat with Roscoe.
“Thank you.” Your words caught his attention.
“You’re welcome.” His eyes fell to your hair. “You know I have a hair dryer you can use -”
“Thank you but I have my own, I don’t want to stay longer than I need to. You were in France only a few hours ago…” You paused for a second. “Why did you fly back so soon? Everyone else is still out there -”
“I like being at home, I know I travel for work and that’s a part of the job but being at home with Roscoe, family and friends is a better feeling than being drunk.”
You gave him a light smile. “That’s one thing we can agree on.”
“Finally.” He laughed. “You know you’re welcome to sit rather than stand in my doorway.”
“As I said, I don’t want to intrude for long.”
“I slept on the plane and the way here, I’m fine.” He turned to Roscoe who was sleeping on his lap, snoring away as he twitched in his sleep. “It’s him that you’ll have to worry about.”
“He’s sweet.” You smiled at the snoring animal. “How long have you had him?”
“Since he was a puppy, he had a sister too.” Lewis pointed to one of the photos hanging on the wall. “Coco but she passed away.”
A small frown appeared on your face at his words. “Sorry to hear that…”
“What about you?” He quickly turned to you. “When did you get Toto?”
“As a kid, I always wanted a cat and I begged my parents for one and they said no but my nan always said I should have been able to have one. She passed away three years ago and in her will, she left me some money specifically for a cat. I went to a rescue and they had a mother and her three kittens. Two kittens were adopted but the mum and her last baby weren’t so I took them both in. Unfortunately, Toto’s mum passed last year after a few health conditions but I still have him.”
Lewis smiled warmly at your story. “That’s cute, why the name?”
“My nan's favourite film was The Wizard of Oz so it seemed fitting.” You met his gaze. “Even if he is a cat.”
Lewis smiled again as he smoothed Roscoe's fur. “You live on your own?” He kept the conversation going.
“I do.” Your eyes looked around the room. “Evidently you do too.”
“My brother comes to stay and so does my assistant Angela. A few friends here and there but other than that it’s just Roscoe and me.”
“Does he come to all your races?”
“Most, if I know it’ll be too hot or too much on him he stays goes to a dog carer, he enjoys it.”
“Bet you miss him.”
“Of course I do.” He looked down at the dog. “I wish I could take him everywhere with me but it’s not possible. You ever taken Toto out?”
“Took him on a walk once and he tried to bite a child -”
Lewis had to hold back his laughter at your words. “How?” His smile grew as you started talking again.
“So I’d seen people walk their cats so I tried it with Toto. I took him to the park in the square, I sat down and looked away for one second and that’s when a child came up next to him and tried to grab his tail and well Toto didn’t like that. It’s my fault really but then again parents should teach their kids to not run up to a stranger's animal, even if it is a cat.”
He shook his head as he smiled. “Taking it you never took him out again?”
“Only for the vets.”
The pair of you spent the rest of the night just talking about your lives until you could feel your hair starting to dry. You never wanted to overstay your welcome after he’d been so kind to you despite what had happened the other night. When you left a smile was glued to your face, and your heart warmed at the conversation that had taken place. If Toto could speak he’d definitely judge you with more than his eyes.
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The next day someone turned up to fix your water and you later found out it was Lewis who spoke to the building owner about getting it fixed since they didn’t listen to you although since that night you hadn’t seen Lewis much. You’d heard him exercising during the day rather than night meaning he’d clearly taken your complaint on board.
Everything was quiet in your house until a loud bang on your door made both you and Toto jump. The knocking was frequent and rather frantic. “Give me a second!” You called out to the person behind the door. Taking Toto off your lap you placed him on the sofa before answering the door. “Lewis?” Your brows arched at the man. He looked like he’d just had a panic attack, his hands shaking as he held onto Roscoe’s lead. “Are you okay?”
“Please can you do me a massive favour?”
“What is it?”
“Please can you look after Roscoe for the weekend whilst I’m away? He can’t go with me this weekend and the person who normally looks after him had to cancel suddenly. I haven’t got time to take him to my parents, I have to fly in -”
“I’ll take him.” You held your hand out to take his lead. “It’s the least I can do.” A reassuring smile was displayed on your lips. Lewis could have broken down with gratefulness at your words. He quickly gave you the lead and a bag of his things.
“I’ve written what he needs, how his food works, his walks, everything… I’ve also written my number in there… please text me -”
“I will.” You cut him off, holding the lead and bag. “Don’t make yourself late Lewis.” He smiled at your words. “Good luck this weekend.”
“Thank you!” He pulled you into his chest, quickly hugging you before pulling back and kneeling down to pet Roscoe. “I love you, buddy, be good.” He met your eyes again. “Thank you y/n, he’ll behave I promise.”
“It won’t be me you need to worry about, it’ll be Toto.”
“Poor cat, I’m sorry Toto!” Lewis called out as he started to leave, thanking you until he could no longer see you.
Roscoe walked into your flat like he owned the place, he was just like his Dad. He began sniffing around, making himself familiar with everything until his eyes caught sight of Toto. Toto looked down at the dog, immediately his ears went back and he hissed at the dog, not forgetting what had taken place a few nights ago.
“Toto…” You warned the cat who arched his back at the dog. Despite the cat's warnings, Roscoe advanced toward him, sniffing the air near him. “Give him a chance.” Toto looked at you as if you were insane. “This will be a long weekend…”
The first night was the worst, you felt so guilty towards Toto. You were his safe space and now you’d welcomed in an animal who stressed him out beyond compare but the second night was a little better. You were sat on your bed, a cup of tea in your hand as you kept your eyes glued to your television screen. Roscoe was sitting beside you, whining as he saw Lewis on the screen. “Aww, buddy.” You pulled the dog in towards you, his head now resting on your lap.
Toto was sitting on your bookshelf, his eyes narrowing at the dog and your actions. He clearly wasn’t interested in the qualifying. You kept the TV to watch the interviews after, keeping an eye out for Lewis. As time went on Toto inched closer to the bed, clearly missing your attention and getting jealous of the dog before him. Roscoe was laying on your left side so Toto made his way to your right, nuzzling his head into your side.
Smiling you moved your arm so he could follow suit with Roscoe's actions and lay his head on your lap. Your heart burst at the sight of the two of them slowly falling asleep on you. Grabbing your phone you took a photo and sent it to Lewis. You knew it would be the first thing he’d see when he finished his interviews and after his rough qualifying session, you knew it would make him smile.
Like every night Lewis would facetime you to talk and see Roscoe and tonight was no different. The only thing that was different was that Roscoe was asleep and evidently didn’t want to talk to his Dad.
“How’s he been? Not too hard for Toto is it?” Lewis was in bed, smiling at you through the phone.
“He’s warming up to him.” You flipped the camera to show him the two animals now sleeping beside one another without you as a barrier. “Finally.”
“Bit like us,” Lewis replied. “You hated me -”
“That isn’t true.” You turned the camera back to face yourself. “I thought you were annoying but I never hated you, Hamilton.”
“Even when I kept you up?”
“Only annoyed me.”
“Or when Roscoe ran after Toto?”
“Well I was closer to hating you then but you let me use your shower and I forgot about it, I think Toto did too.”
“What are you doing next week?” Lewis suddenly asked.
“Waiting for you to get back, why?”
“Just wondering.” He lied. “I’ll be back after the race and I’ll come to get him straight away.”
“No need to rush Lewis, he’s fine here.”
He smiled again, his eyes taking in your appearance. It reminded him of when you finished in the shower at his. You had the same content look on your face, he could look at it all day without getting bored. “Will you watch the race tomorrow?”
“Of course, I will, good luck, you seemed stressed today -”
“When aren’t I in that car?” He smiled despite his feelings. “It’ll be fine, thank you though.” A smile crept on his lips as he spoke again. “Guess I’ll just have to follow the yellow brick road to victory.”
Throwing your head back onto the pillow you let out a laugh but Lewis couldn’t help but want you to throw your head back in a different light. Ever since that day you and he had sat and spoken to the early hours of the morning when you used his shower he’d taken a different liking to you. The pair of you were similar yet so different in every way, he loved it.
“Smooth Hamilton.” Your eyes met his through the phone. “I hope it guides you to luck.”
“So do I y/l/n.”
“You better sleep.”
“You may have a point, for once.” He teased. “I will see you when I’m home tomorrow. Goodnight Roscoe and Toto!” He called for his dog and your cat. “Goodnight y/n.” His voice turned soft when he spoke to you.
“Be safe tomorrow.”
“I will, I promise.”
With that, the two of you ended the phone call. You would miss talking to him every night, hence why part of you didn’t want him to fly out that night. Maybe it was a good thing that Lewis kept you up that night, after all, he might not have been so inclined to invite you to shower at his when your water went cold and if that had never happened then maybe you would have never taken Roscoe in for the weekend.
Lewis had finished on the podium that weekend meaning he came back in a better mood than he left in. When he returned he’d told you he and a few friends were heading to a local club to celebrate his achievement after a rough run this year. Lewis asked if you wanted to go with him so here you were getting ready for the night ahead.
Holding up two dresses you turned to Toto. “Which one?” You looked at him as if you expected him to talk and give you an answer. The cat meowed as you held a black dress against your skin, clearly picking that as his answer. “The colour of his race suit… smart boy.” Wearing a matching lingerie set underneath you fixed your hair and waited for him.
You weren’t waiting long for Lewis. His eyes grew wide when you opened the door. He could have sworn his heart stopped just at the mere sight of you. “You look…” His eyes scanned your body, words stuck in his throat. “Good… I mean beautiful…”
“Thank you.” A warm smile grew on your lips as you stepped towards him, closing the door behind you as you called back out to Toto. “You don’t look half bad yourself.”
“I might not win every race but I can dress well.” He held his arm for you to take as he let out a small laugh.
“Very true Hamilton, you know I didn’t think you were much of a drinker.”
“I’m not but I do make exceptions.” He smiled. “Could say the same about you, when I went into your flat I never saw any alcohol.”
“Just because you don't see something doesn’t mean it’s not there.” You hit back, arching your brows with a smirk as the two of you left yours and his building.
“Smart y/n…”
“But you have a point, to an extent. I enjoy a drink occasionally but never push myself to the point of throwing up in the toilet… well that’s not to say I don’t.”
“I’ll hold your hair back.” He smirked. A small laugh fell from your lips as you walked towards the club.
Needless to say, Lewis would hold your hair back and not in the way you thought he would that night.
You stayed close to him throughout the night, not wanting to stray too far. Lewis kept his gaze on you as you danced alongside his friends. He watched as his friend's fingers ghosted on your waist. His jaw clenched as his eyes fell on the sight of you both, he couldn’t help but feel jealous at the sight. In his mind, he’d worked for your affection whereas they hadn’t. You and he had gone from shouting at one another to spending endless hours on the phone with one another, just simply enjoying one another's company.
You could feel someone staring at you from afar. Your eyes met his with a smirk, Lewis held his drink to his lips, his fingers beckoning you to come and sit beside him. Without hesitating you walked over to the bar, ignoring him at first you ordered a drink before sitting beside him.
“Having fun?” He asked, his tone bland.
“I am.” You smiled. “Are you?”
“Hmm…”
“For someone who just got on the podium, you sound rather annoyed.” You looked away briefly, thanking the bartender for your drink before looking back at him. You held the glass to your lips, taking a sip. Lewis’ eyes watched your every move before speaking.
“What are you drinking?”
“Vodka Red Bull -”
“Really?” An unimpressed expression spread across his face at the mention of a rival team.
“Have you ever tried it?”
“No.”
“Then don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.” Holding the drink out to him you gave him a reassuring look. “Come on, try it.”
He looked down at the drink and back to you. Holding his hand out to take the drink he leaned forward. Your eyes met his as he leaned in. You thought he was going to take your drink but instead, he leaned closer in, attaching his lips to yours. His right hand cupped your jaw, pulling you as close as he could whilst sitting on the stools.
His tongue darted across your bottom lip as he deepened the kiss, wanting to be as close as he could to you. You kissed him back after a while, his actions took you off guard but you weren’t complaining. You moaned slightly as he pulled away, smirking as he took in your flustered state.
“You’re right… it does taste good.” He moved your hair from your face before letting his hand fall into yours. “Come on…”
You didn’t hesitate. You followed him without a second thought. Lewis dragged you back to his flat, unlocking the door faster than he could have ever imagined. He pushed you inside and directed you to his room. Lewis nudged you onto the bed, letting you fall on top of the sheets. You propped yourself up to watch him remove his shirt.
The man was carved by the gods themselves. His tattoos stood proudly on his skin as he stalked forward. “Someone likes what she sees.”
“Just a bit…”
His hand trailed up your thigh as he lowered down to meet your lips again. His hand ran up underneath your dress, hiking it higher as he pushed you further into the mattress. “So pretty…” He muttered against your lips as he kissed you deeper. Your dress was bunched up at your waist, allowing him to graze his fingers across your underwear.
He pulled away from your lips, his face falling to your thighs. He started to press light kisses on your thighs, teasing you with every move. “Lewis…” You moaned, bucking your hips as he continued to kiss you closer to where you needed him the most.
“Yes, love?”
“Please…”
“Please what?” His voice alone teased you.
“Please stop teasing me…” You hesitated on the next word. “Sir…”
“Fuck…” He moaned against your skin. “Say it again.” He demanded.
“Stop teasing me Sir.” Lewis used his teeth to slowly pull your underwear down your legs. Getting bored of his teasing you pulled the rest of your dress over you, leaving you in just your bra. His eyes caught sight of this and a smirk spread across his face.
“Such a cute set pretty girl…” He let his tongue explore you. “Someone couldn’t wait.” He moaned against your clit as he started to work.
“Fuck Lewis…” You threw your head back and moaned as felt his hand trail up to your bra, tugging on the black material. Lewis used his free hand to tease you, even more, he grabbed your thigh, making you jump before he slowly entered his fingers inside of you. Gasping at the sudden cold sensation of his rings you arched your back at his advancements.
“God you taste better than any drink…” His tongue played with your clit whikst his fingers continued to fuck you. He moaned on your clit, drawing you closer to your high. “So good for me…”
He withdrew his fingers and his mouth, climbing back onto his bed. He ducked his head down once again, your lips hungrily kissing one another. Lewis tugged at your bra one last time, the force itself ripping the material from your chest. “Lewis!” You pulled back.
He smirked, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. Lewis opened it and took out a card, he placed it in your mouth before speaking. “The pin is 5, 3, 9, 0.” He took your boobs into his hands, tugging on the skin before moving his mouth down to your nipples. “Buy yourself a few sets it.” Lewis tugged your nipple with his teeth, smirking as you bucked your hips into his at the sensation. You let your hands fall down his chest, tracing every inch of his skin.
As much as he wanted to tease you he couldn’t hold back for much longer. He wanted to be inside you and make you cum around him. He quickly slid his jeans off before kicking your legs open with his knees. He took his card from your mouth and placed it on his bedside table. “Don’t forget that.” The look on his face told you that he wasn't joking.
Sliding his boxers off he lined himself up before looking back at you. “Are you sure about this?”
“If you stop now Hamilton I will fly to your next race and fuck Verstappen in front of you.”
Lewis slammed himself inside of you, pushing himself in deep as he nipped at your neck. “He won’t make you feel as good as I do.” He grunted in your skin, pulling himself out and slamming himself back inside.
“Fuck…” Your head fell into the sheets whilst your hands went to his back, dragging your nails across his skin, creating new marks alongside his tattoos. “You feel so good.” You moaned louder as Lewis kept up the pace, thrusting back in so your hips met.
“Such a good girl for me…” He fucked you harder. His hand went to your face, his thumb swiping along your bottom lip as he watched your face turn into pure bliss. “You’re perfect.” He leaned down and took your lips into his again, silencing your moans against his own. His teeth tugged on your bottom lip as he slowly pulled out. His hands went to your waist, flipping you over onto your stomach. Lewis pulled you up onto all fours before pushing himself back inside of you.
He grabbed your hair, pulling your face up as he started to fuck you again. He held his grip on you as he spoke. “God, you look so pretty like this, moaning around me like a good girl.”
“Lewis…”
“That’s it, moan, moan my name so the entire complex knows who fucks you this good.” For a second you kept quiet which made Lewis thrust harder, earning a loud moan to fall from your lips. “I know you can be loud so tell me y/n, who fucks you this good?” Lewis pulled on your hair harder, pulling you up into his chest. His lips ghosted your neck as his hand moved to play with your clit.
“You do Lewis…”
“Who? I can’t hear you, sweetheart…”
“You Lewis… you make me feel this good…”
“Yeah?” He taunted. “And are you gonna cum around me?” His actions sped up which only caused you to moan even louder. “You sound like you’re going to…”
“You seem like you’re going to.” You managed to moan back.
Lewis let out a dark laugh. “Finally found your words?”
“Shut up Hamilton and make me cum.”
“You know if I didn’t want to cum inside you right now I would have teased you until the sun came up and I’d have you begging for me to let you cum.” He played with your clit faster, the sensation taking you to the edge. “But I feel like being nice right now…”
His thrusts had slowly started to fall, a sign that he was close. Lewis held you up as best he could as he continued his actions. “Lewis… I’m gonna cum…”
“Good girl, cum for me y/n.” It didn’t take long for you to be sent over the edge. You let your head fall onto his neck as you came around his dick. The feeling caused Lewis to cum inside of you. His head fell against yours as he came.
You fell forward against the sheets, Lewis propped himself up, trying his best not to follow suit. He took a breath and stood up, plodding towards his bathroom and grabbing a damp cloth. Kissing your forehead he cleaned you up as best he could before grabbing you one of his shirts and two clean pairs of boxers. He helped you put the shirt on before slipping the boxers onto your frame and followed suit on himself with his own pair. He switched the light off and trailed back to bed. Lewis wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest once again.
Both yours and his breathing slowed down, matching one another as you both fell into sleep. You felt safe alongside him, a feeling that felt as if no one could ever come close to you. It was perfect.
Maybe Lewis working out at one in the morning wasn’t so bad.
Rivals with Benefits - Part 1 - Mick Schumacher x reader
Mick Schumacher x female!reader
Summary: Mick and you were both set to drive for Ferarri. You were two best friends climbing through the ranks together (and through the sheets) but things turn sour. You join Red Bull and Mick is never the same.
Warnings: This series will contain smut, sexual innuendos, Mick being cocky, swearing
Word Count: 5.6K
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It wasn’t hard to spot him in the crowd. His red racing suit and bright blonde hair stuck out like a sore thumb. His smile glowed as bright as the stars as he held the trophy every driver longed to maintain, the Championship trophy. He had won this year, beating his old teammate to the title they both desperately wanted.
Mick Schumacher was a world champion, but at what cost?
Jealousy was plastered all over your face but it wasn’t always like this. You and Mick had driven alongside one another at Haas. Everything was perfect. The pair of you were close, so close to one another that fans and journalists speculated that the pair of you were dating but you both frequently denied that rumour. Technically you two weren’t together but there was something there.
One night you found yourself moaning his name as he fucked you and this wasn’t a one-time thing. A one-time thing turned into a two-time thing then a three-time thing and then it happened every night. That was until Mick suddenly called it off. He turned sour with you, sure he was still nice to you but he seemed to care less for what the two of you once had but that didn’t last.
Mick joined Ferarri, leaving you at Haas. Since that day he acted like you didn’t exist, he wouldn’t even speak to you for the rest of the season but you couldn’t work out why. Mick just wanted to finish this season and run off to Ferarri so he’d never have to deal with you ever again, Haas wasn’t competitive enough to run for a World Championship so he wouldn’t have to worry about competition, that was until RedBull announced you’d be driving alongside Max Verstappen for them next season.
You’d broken a promise you’d made Mick a long time ago and now, he never wanted to set eyes on you again.
“He’s such a prick.” The familiar sound of your Dutch teammate grabbed your attention. Max’s eyes were fixed on Mick and Charles as the two embraced.
“I thought you liked Mick?” Your eyes fell from Mick and onto Max.
“I did until you became my teammate, got to hate everyone you hate, it’s in the contract.” He gave you a light smile as he put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. Max had always been there for you when you joined RedBull, he was one of the few people who knew the truth about Mick and he vowed to keep it a secret. Max would often hold you close to him around Schumacher, just to get a reaction and needless to say Mick certainly gave him one.
Both you and Max had a few DNF’s last season due to Mick but Max made sure to push him to the edge of the track at just the right time for him to hit a curb and go flying into a wall. Yes, it was stupid and extremely dangerous considering it was one of the most dangerous sports in the world; but Mick started it, right?
“Forget about him, next season…”
“He won’t get near that trophy next season.” You took one last bitter glance at the boy who turned his head to face you. His beautiful eyes met yours as you turned your back on him.
That was last year, now Red Bull had a plan, everyone knew you and Max could challenge him for the title, the pair of you had finished second and third last season and Max was already a World Champion so it was possible, you just needed to try harder. The first race of the year was in Bahrain and all the press wanted to know was how you felt after last season.
Ignoring every single one you headed off to the driver's briefing before qualifying, Max following close behind you. Upon entering you saw Mick with the brightest smile on his face, talking to Daniel about last season. The German's eyes fell on yours and his smile fell and turned into a rather cocky one.
“Y/l/n…” His tone was a snarky one. You paid him no mind, trying to brush off the fact that every driver was looking towards you as you sat down with Max. “How are you?”
“As good as one can be after being cheated out of the Championship.”
“You weren’t cheated out of the Championship.” He shifted on his seat to look at you. “Maybe if you learnt to stay on the track you might have scored a few points.”
“I -” Max didn’t let you finish.
“Maybe if your fat ass didn’t push everyone who even got near you off the track we might have finished.”
“I thought you liked me Verstappen?” Mick arched his brow.
“Not when I know the truth.”
“Oh?” Mick let out a laugh. “What pathetic lie did she make up about me this time?”
“Gentlemen…” A loud voice snatched the attention away from you and Max. “And y/n…” Niels Wittich nodded your way, you gave him a small smile at the late acknowledgement as he sat down. “We called this meeting to discuss a few things…”
“Ignore him.” A British accent flew through your ear. Turning in your seat you were met with two warming smiles, one from Lewis and the other from George. “He just wants to look big in front of everyone else, he wants them to be scared of him so they’ll leave him be on the track.” Lewis winked as he finished speaking.
Sending a warm smile to the two Mercedes drivers you spoke. “Thank you.”
Lewis gave you a nod whilst Max took a slight glance at who was behind you before glancing down at you, grabbing your attention. “What?” You whispered.
“I hate your rivals so you need to hate mine.”
“A rival for one season, Mick’s been mine for a while now.”
“Still…” He pouted like a child as he looked at you but like children, you both couldn’t hold in laughter, even if you were in the middle of a meeting.
“I’ll dislike him, how about that?” You smirked.
“It’ll do for now.” He turned his attention back to the meeting.
“I wanted to discuss a few incidents that took place last year, you all know how dangerous this sport can be therefore I want to let you all know that penalties for purposely reckless driving will be higher -”
“Does that also apply to the drivers who live off daddy’s money or just the ones who’ve had to work for it?” You cut Wittich off. “Because if I recall last season Schumacher was given a five-second penalty when he forced me off the track and when I fought him for the track a few races later I got a ten-second penalty, he didn’t leave the track but I did yet for some reason he got off lightly when he made me lose several places -”
“I can assure you Miss y/l/n we will be looking at incidents closely and no favouritism will be shown.”
“Is that you implying favouritism was shown last year?”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Sounded like it -”
“Let the man speak y/n.” Mick huffed, throwing his head back slightly but not enough where you could see his expression, not that you needed to. Anyone could tell he looked the spitting image of his father after that famous incident, he always did when he was annoyed. “Also my dad worked for his money.”
“You didn’t.” You hit back. “You just took him for all he had, the famous Schumacher name can’t buy talent, Mick.”
Mick turned on his chair to look at you, venom on his tongue as he spat his next words. “Talent? You want to talk about that? I’m a World Champion, you’re not.”
“You cheated -”
“Cheated? You couldn’t even finish half the time -”
“Because you wouldn’t let me, you’d push me off and cause an accident!”
“Oh come on y/n,” Mick’s devilish smile grew. “We both know I’ve made you finish.”
His words made the other drivers smirk and a few let out a small giggle, that was mainly Lando and his childish ways. There were a few drivers who never found Mick’s cocky attitude to be amusing, those were Max, Lewis, George, Pierre and Yuki. Charles and Daniel were very much on the fence when it came to these things. Charles wanted to defend his teammate but also adored you. Daniel was the same, to an extent, he wanted everyone to enjoy themselves but never wanted to pick a side, he liked you both. Seb was the same, kind of anyway, you always knew he’d be there for Mick more than you but that never stopped him from pulling Mick aside and talking down to him.
“I faked it every single time Schumacher.” You wouldn’t let him embarrass you further. If he wanted to tell your secret to the grid (you were sure they already knew anyway, you weren’t exactly silent throughout the whole ideal) then you’d play along with his game.
“She doesn’t fake it with me.” A smug french accent filled the room.
“Gentlemen please!” Wittich attempted to calm everyone and bring the focus back onto him, not really wanting to know what went on behind closed doors with the drivers. “And y/n…” He gave another light nod towards you. “Please keep that to yourselves. Does anyone else have any other queries?”
Everyone stayed silent until Max spoke. “Is that what we were all called in here for?” He raised his brows in amusement. “Just to be told that we can’t drive around like idiots?”
“Yes…”
“Could it have not been sent in an email?”
“Well yes…” “What a waste of time…”
“Verstappen I think it is key to remember you are one of the drivers I have in mind when talking about reckless driving.”
“This is Formula 1 not ballet.”
You smiled at his reply, he had a point. You can’t expect people to take part in one of the most dangerous sports in the world and not expect some dangerous moves. Sure stupid ones that would purposely put someone in a coma needs to be pulled up but nine times out of ten it was always an accident unless it was you and Mick.
“Are we done?” You spoke.
“We are.”
“Perfect.” Both you and Max spoke in unison and quickly headed out of the door, not wanting to be walking alongside Mick.
Qualifying was set to take place in a few minutes and the only time you wanted to think of Mick was when you were holding that Championship trophy in front of him. Even if you had to play dirty, you’d get it this year.
“How was the briefing?” Christian Horner, your boss approached you and Max as you made your way into the garages.
“Shit,” Max replied. “Schumacher is such a bitch man…”
“Yeah well do your talking on the track.” Christian turned to you. “Especially you, we’re getting that title this year, either Max or you are going to win it, no one else.”
“That’s the plan.” You gave him a light smile as you checked over your car. “Or we could just join with Mercedes and let Lewis win it, let him get his eighth and then just annoy Mick by reminding him his dad isn’t as good as Lewis Hamilton.”
“Over my dead body are we doing that.”Christian gave a small smile to your idea. “Plan A is to get you your first title.” He turned to Max. “Plan B is to get him his third.”He looked back at you. “And if that all goes to shit then Plan C is to let anyone but Ferarri win it, so I’ll consider the Lewis plan.”
Max frowned. “Why is y/n Plan A?”
“Because you’ve already won two, you selfish git.” He laughed a small smile on Max’s face appeared. “Now get in that car, you two know the plan, get out ahead, keep it clean and always aim for the fastest lap. Remember you two are a team, work together and never against one another, be a team player when it’s needed but remember you two are both capable of getting that title.”
Putting your helmet on you couldn’t help but notice a pair of eyes on you. Your sight fell onto Mick. His eyes scanned your body before he met your gaze, a smirk was plastered on his face. He winked as he put his helmet on and turned to his mechanics. Rolling your eyes you turned your attention back to your own car. Your mind was always focused on beating Mick to a title, that was the dream. Your eyes darted over to the Ferrari garage before you looked back to your car.
Why go for one world title when you could go for eight?
You and Max were the first ones to get out on track, immediately setting the fastest sectors but it wasn’t long before Ferarri made their moves. Charles was holding the fastest lap time and was standing in P1, Max was P2, Mick was P3 and you were just holding on to P4. You were going into Q3, one last chance to get on pole.
This time you waited, you watched as Mick and Charles started their laps and that’s where you noticed your mistake. You were still young, a couple of years behind Mick and mistakes would often happen but learning from them could be rather easy, even if you were learning from your rival. It was something Lewis had taught you, watch everyone in front of you, mimic their ways of driving but make it better. You watched as Mick cut the third corner rather tight, making him faster. It was a corner which you took a little wide, losing a valuable second. That and hearing Max yell ‘just put your foot down!’ was more than enough.
You got back out on the track, your mind thinking logically but also not caring if you went through those corners a lot faster than advised and after just one lap you were up into P1 and Max was in P2, pushing Mick down to P3. You just needed to keep it up and not just for today.
The session ended with both Red Bulls carrying P1 and P2 and Mick down in P3. The team cheered as the two of you drove back into the garages, trying their best to fight off the media to congratulate you first. Climbing out of the car, you raised your fist to the crowd, smiling as they all cheered yours and Max’s names. Max climbed out alongside you, pulling you into a hug.
“That was fucking brilliant.” He laughed. “Keep that up tomorrow and you’ll lap Schumacher.”
“We can only hope.” You smiled as you and he made your way to the team, falling into their arms as they showered the pair of you with praise.
“Well done mate.” Christian smiled as he hugged you. “Brilliant driving today.” You removed your helmet, fixing your hair as you smiled back at him.
“Thank you.” Taking a deep breath your eyes fell on the glow of the crowd holding banners and flags as they looked down on you. Although Red Bull wasn’t the most loved team in the world you were certainly loved. There was something about being an underdog and working for your opportunity that people loved, even if you drove for one of the most hated teams and you had a rivalry with the golden boy of formula 1 who happened to drive for the most popular team in the world.
“Mick!” An interviewer grabbed your attention, you watched as he pulled Mick aside. The blonde ran his fingers through his hair, his eyes falling on you for a split second before jumping back to the man in front of him. “You were very unlucky out there today, it seemed as if Ferarri were going to have a one, two today…”
“Yeah it looked hopeful but the Red Bulls are fast, we’ve always known that. They have two very talented drivers so we always knew it would be a challenge but they were clearly the better ones today.”
You hated this about Mick. He would always act so nice in front of the media, sure he’d throw a few digs your way occasionally when things got heated but he always acted like the perfect person in front of interviewers, clearly, media training had paid off for him.
“Do you think you’ll be able to take it back tomorrow?”
“It’ll be a challenge but I think so. We’re in a good position, it could be worse,” He laughed at his own words. “But we certainly have the car to do so and the drivers so it’ll come down to strategy and who can stay calm under the pressure.”
“Hopefully they’ll fuck up their strategy like they normally do,” Max whispered in your ear, making you laugh. Ferrari was known for many things and their shit strategies were one of them.
“Thank you, Mick.” Mick nodded as he handed the microphone to Max, joining your side.
“Nice driving today, something sparked up in Q3.” He spoke, looking straight ahead to not draw attention to the two of you.
“Well Max P2 for you, both Red Bulls starting ahead tomorrow, what did you make of it?” You ignored Mick, focusing on the interview before you.
“Yes things went very well, very happy for y/n, she did so well today and deserves to be in the front for tomorrow.” You smiled at Max as he spoke, earning an eye roll from Mick. “We’re in a good position, hopefully, we can finish like this tomorrow.”
“Would be a perfect start to the season!”
“Yes definitely, the winning year for one of us hopefully.”
“Do you plan to go for your third this year?”
“Only if she can’t get her first,” Max replied. You never understood why the man got so much hate from fans, he was as sweet as anything.
“God he’ll make me be sick if he continues,” Mick complained, he looked down at you before speaking again. “Are you really fucking Gasly?”
“Still upset?”
“Just curious.”
“None of your business.” Your blunt tone was enough to suggest he stop talking but he didn’t take the hint.
“No you’re right, it’s none of my business what man touches what’s mine -”
“Fuck off Schumacher I’m not ‘yours’ you were the one who called off our little affair.”
“I’m aware y/n but I know one thing that Gasly doesn’t.”
“And what’s that?”
“How to make you feel good, he won’t ever make you feel like I do.”
“Christ I thought Gasly’s ego was big yet here you stand proving the world wrong yet again.”
“I’m gonna do the same this year.”
“Oh? Do tell.”
“Win as many titles as my Dad.”
“That’s sweet.” You faked a smile. “You want to win seven?”
“That’s how many my Dad has won…”
“That’s cute…” You glanced up at him as Max finished his interview.
“How many do you plan on winning? If you can even get to one?”
“The first one will come at the end of this year Schumacher but if you must know I plan to win eight, beating you once won’t ever be enough.” You walked off to the interviewer who brightly smiled your way as Max joined Mick.
“Is she really sleeping with Gasly?” He quickly asked Max.
“Ask her that, not me.”
“I did.” Max scoffed at his reply, a smile and laugh escaping his lips as he did so.
“She lives in that head of yours more than you like to think.”
“Y/n!” Max focused on the interview, making sure to jump in if he was needed. “Congratulations for today!”
“Thank you!” Smiling back you felt the glare of Mick and the soft protective eyes of Max.
“Think you can do it this year?” Laughing softly at his reply you answered.
“I hope so, I have an incredible team behind me and an even better teammate, I got far last year because of him and them so hopefully we can push that little bit more and secure the title.”
“Max clearly looks out for you a lot, is that something you feel you didn’t get from your past teams and has it helped?” You knew he was referring to Mick and Haas. Everyone was incredible at Haas, Mick included but when he started to throw you aside your times got worse it was only Red Bull who saw potential and put it to good use and it evidently paid off.
“I had an incredible team at Haas, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for them, so I certainly didn't lack anything there.”
“What about a teammate?”
You didn’t hesitate, even a small utter of silence would be enough to start a media frenzy. “Mick was fantastic like I said I wouldn’t be here without him.” You gave a thin smile, hoping he’d go back to questions as both Max’s and Mick’s gazes burned your skin.
“It’s nice to see you both speak so highly of one another after last year.”
The year Mick cheated you out of the title.
You let out a low laugh, not wanting to reply to his words.
“Good luck tomorrow y/n.” He finished.
“Thank you.” Handing the mic back to him you gave Max a silent request to follow you. The pair of you left Mick and headed back to the garages for a quick debrief before going back to the hotel.
Max picked up on your deadpanned expression, knowing you wanted just to tell everyone to stop asking about Mick but it if you did it would just come with repercussions, Max knew that well. “They want a reaction -” He broke the silence.
“They’ll get one if they keep going.”
“Take it from someone who’s been in your position, don’t give them one.”
“Is that you telling me you regret threatening a group of journalists?”
“Not really, more think of your PR assistant.” He smiled. “She works hard as it is so don’t make her job any harder.”
“Can’t make any promises Verstappen.”
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“What team do you think we’ll both be driving for in the future?” Your sweet voice filled Mick’s hotel room. You laid on his chest as he played with your y/h/c hair.
“You don’t think we’ll both stay at Haas?”
“Oh come on Mick we both know we can’t challenge for the title in Haas.”
He smiled down at you, taking in every inch of your soft skin. “I can see us both in red.”
“Oh yeah?” You propped yourself up on his chest, looking up at him with wide eyes. “You think so?”
“Both of us for Ferarri would be a dream.” He moved your hair out of your face as he smiled brightly. “Promise me?”
“Promise you what?”
“No matter what we’ll stick together and drive for Ferarri together.” His eyes stared deep into yours, longing for an answer. “Promise me?”
You pecked his cheek. “I promise you, we’ll both drive for Ferarri and we’ll win a title one day.” Mick leaned down and placed a long kiss on your lips, deepening the kiss before rolling you over on your back so he could be on top.
Your mind often wandered back to these memories, Mick’s did too but you both looked back on that one with spite. Mick felt betrayed you never came to Fearri with him but you felt pride for getting some common sense.
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The cool night air filled your senses. It was the first race of the season, your first chance to show Mick that you weren’t giving up after last year. The formation lap was about to start, Max was just behind you in P2 and you knew he’d hold Mick back as best he could for you. Max had as much determination to win it as you did but he wanted nothing more than to see Mick Schumacher lose out like you did last year.
“Don’t look so nervous.” A sudden voice grabbed your attention. You spun around to the garage entrance to see Mick standing before you. “You’ve done this a million and one times -”
“You shouldn’t be in here.” Your tone was sour.
“Technically I’m not in the garage.” He pointed to the line on the floor which indicated where the garage started. “I’m just outside of it.”
“You know the formation lap is about to start.”
“I’m aware y/n,” Mick smirked. “Then again you do start ahead of me so you should be getting out there…” His smirk grew even wider. “Can’t say you’ll finish in front of me.”
“I did several times last year.”
“Not enough to become Champion though.”
“You cheated.”
“Cheated? No love I won that fair and square.”
“You knew the only way to beat me was to force me off the track but this year that isn’t going to happen.” You took a deep breath. “And don’t call me that.”
“You seemed to like it when I was between your legs -”
“Go fuck yourself, Schumacher.”
“Why would I when you do that for me?” He let out a cocky laugh as he turned on his heel and walked back to the Ferrari garage. You knew he was only doing it to get a reaction, hoping it would set you off before the race but you wouldn’t let it get to you. Without glancing back at him you threw on your helmet and climbed into your car. He wasn’t going to win again.
“And it’s lights out and away we go!”
You didn’t hesitate, setting off the moment the lights gave their signal. You got off to a good start but so did Mick. He and Max were already battling for P2 which just gave you time to break away from them both. Red Bull was fast on the straights but Ferarri was just as quick if they timed things right.
You had managed to stay out for a solid twenty laps before you were called back to the garages for a tyre change. You trusted your team more than anyone else in the world, they’d taken Max and Sebastian to greatness multiple times and you knew they’d do the same for you. Once you’d had your pit stop Mick was in front of you. He would put up a fight but it was nothing you weren’t already used to.
Catching up with Mick you sped up down the straights, keeping your eyes on Max who was behind you but also focusing on the man before you. You knew Mick would cut the corner a little too soon, forcing you to stay behind him but if you got close enough to him before the corner he wouldn’t be able to force you off without receiving a heavy penalty.
The pair of you had battled one another for the rest of the race and now with three laps to go you grew frustrated. “This fucking dick…” Yelling down the radio you kept going. Max had always played a little dirty when it came to these things and maybe it was time you took a leaf out of his book. Without thinking much of it you sped up down the straights, getting closer to Mick to push him closer to the edge. Your quick move made him slow slightly, not wanting to head off the track which gave you enough room to overtake him.
The Red Bull garage cheered at your move, putting you into P1, ahead of Mick. Max was also doing his best to catch up in the final laps and push Mick back down into P3 where he started the race but it was no use. The only good thing about those two going for one another was that Mick wasn’t paying too much attention to you, allowing you to pull away from the two of them.
“She’s won it in Bahrain! y/n y/l/n has won the first race of the season!” You were hailed over the commentary as you crossed the finish line.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” You beamed down your radio. “Wow… thank you guys so much, one race down many more to go!”
“Fantastic driving today y/n, really well done.” Christian praised.
“Thank you man, where did Max finish?”
“He finished P3, not the result we wanted for him but it was a solid drive.”
Your heart sunk for Max. You wished you and him could have shared a P1 and P2 with him but Mick had another idea. You couldn’t dwell on it now, you had a trophy to collect. Driving into the garages you stopped before the sign displaying you had won before getting out of the car. You ran over to your team, jumping in their arms as they showered you with attention.
You turned to greet Max who pulled you in for a hug. “You fucking beat him!”
“For now!” You laughed back, taking your helmet off.
“You know for a minute I didn’t think you would.”
“Had to play dirty like Verstappen to win.” You winked at him as the pair of you turned away to get weighed. “Shame you couldn’t get past him.”
“Little shit didn’t want to give in that easily after you beat him.”
“He better get used to it, he’s not winning it again this year.”
“I won’t let that happen.”
—
After the ceremony and your national anthem being proudly sung throughout the stands, you and a few other drivers decided to head to a nearby club for celebration drinks. Mick would occasionally attend the drinks but that was only ever if he won so he wasn’t here tonight but you didn’t care.
Your mind was intoxicated by the sound of the music blasting through the club and the feeling of Pierre Gasly’s touch on your waist as you danced alongside him. When Pierre was all over you like this you wished Mick was here to watch. Mick might have been able to lie to you about his feelings but his actions said otherwise.
His jaw would clench every time Gasly and you were mentioned. You could evidently overhear what he was asking Max when you were being interviewed. It was no secret that Mick Schumacher was jealous of other men around you but one thing you struggled to work out was why. He was the one who called off your late-night sex sessions not you so he really had no right to be jealous, did he?
The night drew on and so did your tiredness. Max offered to walk you back but you politely declined, you could handle yourself just fine and besides, Daniel had just ordered shots for them both so you told the Dutchman you’d see him in the morning and headed back to the hotel.
The plan was to just go to your room and sleep off the celebrations but it seemed as if the universe had other plans. As you got into the lift you were joined by someone else, none other than Mick Schumacher.
“Could you not have waited for the next lift?” You narrowed your gaze at him, your nose scrunching at the smell of alcohol that left him.
“There was a time when you begged me to join you in every quiet moment we got.”
“Why do you keep bringing that up?” You snapped, looking up at him. “Every single time I see you, you have to make a comment.”
“First time you’re complaining y/n.”
“That’s not true.”
“Why do you complain?” He arched his brows, his eyes scanning over your outfit. “Scared it’ll bring back memories?”
You laughed at his comment, meeting his gaze as you answered. “Scared? Someone should hold up a mirror for you to see your reaction when anyone mentions Gasly.”
“Why would I care for him?”
“You don’t care for him Mick but you care for how he makes me feel.”
Mick swiped his tongue across his bottom lip before he turned his body to face you. Stalking closer so your back hit the side of the lift, Mick looked down at you, his cocky grin growing with every breath. “He won’t ever make your legs shake like I did, god what I would do just to hear my name fall from those pretty lips of yours again…” He moved your hair from your face, his fingers grazing across your cheek whilst the other hand lingered on your dress.
“You called it off, not me.”
“I know, maybe I regret it.” His eyes met yours.
“Why now?”
“When I won…” His lips replaced his hand, trailing down your cheek as the other tilted your chin up. “I felt like something was missing… I wanted you that night too…”
“Maybe you could have had both if you didn’t cheat.” Mick grabbed your throat at your words, pushing himself into your body.
“Such a sore loser y/n…”
“I’m not doing this with you again Mick…”
“Once more, for old time's sake.” His thumb traced your bottom lip. “And then you can run off to Gasly all you like and we’ll see if you come back…”
“You called this all off.”
“I know.” His lips now hovered above yours. “Once more won’t hurt, will it?”
Were you really going to fall back into his arms so soon?
Best friends' brother - Charles Leclerc x reader
Charles Leclerc x female!reader
Summary: You and Arthur Leclerc had been best friends since you were children but it wasn’t the younger Leclerc brother you’d be in the sheets with and a one night stand can hold a lifetime of regret.
Warnings: Mentions of smut, pregnancy, swearing, angst, fluff
Word Count: 4.1K
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Your heart pounded in your chest as you held onto the pregnancy test. It was one stupid mistake, one stupid, drunk mistake. Charles had finally won in Monaco for the first time which meant the celebrations would last until the sun came up. You and Arthur attended together; you just didn’t leave together. You and Charles evidently spent a lot of time with one another, especially when Arthur was racing. The pair of you would spend hours talking and enjoying one another's presence. You couldn’t lie to yourself that Charles wasn’t attractive, and he evidently thought the same about you. He’d always leave light touches on your waist and his eyes would linger on you just a little too long, yet nothing ever came out of it. Neither you or he would make a move or even mention it, you just acted like everything was normal, that was until the celebrations.
Everything was fine until you lost Arthur. You scanned the club to find him but you were found by the older Leclerc. His eyes locked onto yours as he snuck his hand around your waist, pulling you into his side. He leant down, his eyes still on you as he held you tighter before connecting his lips to yours. You didn’t hesitate, not caring if anyone was watching you two from afar. He dragged you to his hotel room and the rest was history well… so you thought.
The next morning you woke up to a number of missed calls from Arthur and a sleeping Charles beside you. You left faster than he could drive but part of you wanted to stay, you wished you could have spent the morning in his arms but for Arthurs sake you simply couldn’t. Since that day you’d avoided Charles like the plague although that was easier said than done, especially as he was your best friends' brother, but you managed. That was until Arthur started to notice.
“y/n?” Arthurs voice filled your flat. Your eyes snapped up from the test in your hands and towards the door. He burst through your bedroom door just as you slipped the test under the duvet. “Where have you been?” He arched his brows, a slightly annoyed expression on his face.
“I haven’t been feeling well.” Technically that wasn’t a lie. “So I’ve just stayed at home -”
“You’ve never been away from my races, even when you’re ill.”
You shrugged, not wanting to look at him for two long. “I couldn’t stop throwing up, can’t exactly turn up to a race like that.”
“Why didn’t you call me? I could have come round and looked after you. You always looked after me when I was ill.” He smirked, the annoyed expression leaving his face as he moved to sit beside you. Your heart dropped as he sat beside you, hoping he wouldn’t feel the test he was sitting on but your luck didn’t go that far. He rose to his feet once again, scrunching his face up as he pulled the duvet back to see what he’d sat on.
“Arthur -”
“What the fuck is this?” He snatched the test and held it up. “Is this a…?”
“Yes…”
He looked down at the test, checking the result.
Positive.
“Is this why you’ve been avoiding me?” His eyes met yours. “Because you’re fucking pregant and didn’t want me finding out?”
“I just found out Arthur!” You found your voice. “Look I just felt sick so I stayed away thinking it was a bug and then my period was late so I had to check…”
“Who’s the dad?”
He asked the one question you forever wished you could avoid.
You didn’t answer, your eyes welling up with tears when you knew you had to answer his question. It wouldn’t be hard to lie to him but everything would come to light and you knew it. Charles was his brother and even if you lied to Charles he would know that it was his kid. It was like the universe wanted you to suffer even more because before you could answer him a sudden knock at the door grabbed your attention.
“Bet that’s the dad.” Arthur said, no emotion in his voice as he went to answer the door. “So what is he a secret boyfriend you’ve kept from me?” He looked back at you before he opened the door only to be met with the worried expression of his older brother.
“Is y/n here?” Charles asked just as you walked up behind his brother.
Arthurs eyes squinted at his brother, his face going back to its confused expression. “Why are you here?”
“Arthur!” You snapped at your best friend.
Charles coughed nervously as he looked between the two of you. He’d always wondered if something was secretly happening with the two of you but the night you’d slept with him confirmed to him that you were all his well, he wished you were.
“Just came to see y/n -”
“Why?” Arthur leant against the door, still now allowing his brother to enter your flat. “You see her at the races -”
“That’s the point.” Charles looked at him like he was an idot. “I haven’t seen her since she left mine in Monaco.” Charles didn’t mean to let it slip but it was too late to take it back now.
“Left yours?” Arthur arched his brow. “What the night of the party?” He quickly looked back at you and then back at his brother as he suddenly connected the dots.
Ever since the celebrations in Monaco you hadn’t gone near Charles. If he came over to the pair of you in a rare occasion that you had turned up to the track you would always find an excuse to leave before he could utter a word to you.
Arthur suddenly spun on his heels, looking at you before yelling. “Is it him?” His tone made you jump slightly. “Is he the dad?”
“The dad?” Charles looked over to you before he too connected the dots. “Are you…?”
“It is you!” Arthur turned back to face his brother. “It was the night you won wasn’t it?”
“Arthur…” Charles went to speak but was suddenly stopped.
“Everything I have you want, I am always in your shadow and you know that!” Arthur was close to tears himself. “She’s my friend Char not yours…”
“I’m still your friend Arthur, nothings changed -” Your voice was soft but Arthur didn’t care.
“Yes it has! You went and fucked my brother and now you’re pregnant with his kid!” His eyes filled with tears. “I trusted you y/n, I told you everything about me, we never lie to one another, we made that promise when we were kids… you know how much it hurts to be in his shadow all the time, just once I wanted something for myself, even if that was just a best friend and now I don’t even have that.” He didn’t wait for you or Charles to speak. He shoved Charles out of the way and stormed out of your building.
It was now your turn to cry, not caring if Charles was still in front of you. He didn’t say anything as he pulled you into his chest, his arms wrapped around you as he kissed the top of your head, soothing you as you cried into his shirt. “It’ll be okay.” He mumbled. “I promise you.”
He hated seeing you upset. His feelings for you had grown far beyond a one-night stand or the girl that turned up to every single race, but you were off limits. You were his brother's best friend; someone he knew he could never be with but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to. He would happily let Arthur ignore and hate him for however how long it took just so he could have you.
“No Charles.” You pulled your head back to look up at him. “It won’t be. I can’t break you and Arthur apart, I can’t -”
“You haven’t broken me and Arthur apart, he’ll get over it -”
“No Char he won’t.” You stepped away. “He’s right he’s always been in your shadow. He just wants to race alongside you in Formula 1. He needs you more than he needs me, and I refuse to be the one that breaks that bond between you both. He won’t just get over it, he never just gets over things -”
“Are you trying to tell me you know more about my own brother than I do?”
“Yes I am!”
“Oh come on you just turn up to watch him race every week -”
“That’s a lie and you know it.” You sent a glare in his direction, one he knew he deserved.
“When did you find out?” He changed the subject.
“Today.” Your eyes met his. “Just before Arthur came over.” You leant against your kitchen sink. “He sat on the test and that’s how he found out.” Your eyes looked over to the test sitting on the kitchen counter that Arthur had dumped as he opened the front door. Charles made his way over to the test, taking it in his hands to see the results for himself.
“I don’t want a kid, not now -”
“You and me both Leclerc but I can’t just get pregant on my own can I?” You ran a hand through your hair. “This was all a mistake, we should have never of spent the night together, if I could take it back then I would.”
Your words killed him. Sure, he didn’t want a child yet but that didn’t mean he didn’t want one in the future. But he also didn’t want you to regret spending the night with him, for Charles if he could relive the moment again, he would. He wanted it to happen again and again, he even planned to be with you but hide it from Arthur. He had the perfect life with you all planned out in his head but clearly things weren’t meant to be.
“Do you really mean that?” He looked down at you, fighting back every word he wanted to say. “Would you take everything back? You and I?”
“We would never work Charles. It was never meant to be… it was a bit of fun that went wrong.” Your eyes met his. “Nothing more.”
“Fine.” He nodded, setting the test down. “Are you keeping it?”
“I don’t know -”
“When you’d made up your mind let me know.” His eyes looked almost glass like as the tears slowly filled his eyes. “If you keep it, I’ll pay child support, but I don’t want anything to do with it.” He left without another word, he hated himself for it.
He didn’t mean it. He wasn’t lying about not wanting a kid now but that didn’t mean he’d want to leave his child without a father and leave you without support. He just knew how stubborn you could be and how you wouldn’t change your mind about walking out on the two of them, so the brothers still had one another. Charles needed time and he knew you needed time too. He planned to find Arthur and tell him how he felt about you, he needed to tell him everything and mend what had been broken to prove to you things can work but you had other plans. You couldn’t break the brothers apart and with you not around you hoped they’d forget about what had happened and move on with their lives. Not wanting to pick between them you got up and left, everything you once owned came with you and you left Monaco.
It was probably a stupid decision just to pack everything and leave but, in the moment, it felt right and sometimes you just have to go with your gut when it comes to certain things and that was one of those times. You’d moved to England, more specifically a small village in the north of England, hopefully somewhere where no one knew who you were and luckily for you they didn’t.
The village was mainly home to elderly residents and a few small families. It was quiet and out of the way with a good community, the perfect hideaway for you and your son. You now lived in one of the cottages that overlooked the river which flowed through the streets. It was so different to Monaco but in the best way possible. Looking down at your son who was fast asleep in his cot you couldn’t help but regret the words you’d said to Charles. How could you ever regret having your son?
Charles crossed your mind everyday, so did Arthur but things were for the best. You would secretly look at their Instagram accounts on a burner account and noticed the two posting photos of one another and filming eachother for their stories. They had healed what had happened. Arthur wouldn’t forget what happened but he could forgive his brother with time and it’s clear to see that time healed them both.
What you didn’t know was that you crossed the brothers minds everyday too. Charles kept a photo of you in his helmet so no matter how far away you really were you would always be close to him. He often found himself wondering if you had a boy or a girl and if they had your eyes or his nose. It pained him more than he thought it ever would seeing other drivers with their children and their wives, he wanted that.
“If you keep staring you might not ever look away.” Arthur had caught Charles doing just that. He was staring at Checo and his children, smiling at the way he placed his helmet on their tiny heads.
“You still think she had a girl?” Charles asked his brother.
“Definetly, you still team boy?”
“I know it’s a boy.” Charles smiled, tearing his attention away from Checo and his family. “It’s been over a year now, if he came on time, he’d be eight months old now.” He looked at Arthur. “I need to find her.”
“We will.” He gave his brother a reassuring smile. “But if y/n doesn’t want to be found, she won’t be. We always said we’d never lie to one another, but she was good at lying, the best poker face I’ve ever seen.” Arthur thought fondly of the memories. If only he could go back and change the past.
“Mr Leclerc?” A voice grabbed the brothers attention. They spun around to meet the eyes of an older woman. She smiled at them both, looking at them as if they were long lost family members.
“Which one?” Arthur asked.
“Both of you!” Her voice lit up. “I presume you two know who y/n y/l/n is?”
Both brothers shared a glance of urgency before looking back at the women before them. “Yes!” They spoke in unison.
“Good, I thought I’d gotten the wrong sport!” She laughed to herself.
“What do you know about y/n?” Charles asked, his voice filled with worry.
“Don’t sound so worried! She’s fine! She’s my neighbour!” The two boys had a million and one questions but the woman beat them to it. “I’m Margaret.” She held her hand out for the two of them to take. “She lives in England. We’ve grown rather close since I’ve been babysitting the little one for her whilst she has some time for herself. She spoke about you two and I knew I recognised your names somewhere. She would kill me if she knew I was here but… I lost the love of my life over a mistake, and I can’t watch her do the same.”
Margaret was in fact your neighbour. She helped move you into your new home and was also the woman who bought you Leo, your dog. He’d been trained by a local farmer to put your mind at ease whilst you lived alone before your son arrived. Due to her kindness, you often opened up to her about your life. You told her about Arthur and Charles, something you hadn’t told anyone else before.
Margaret understood your pain as she to lost those close to her. She fell in love with someone she knew her parents would never approve of and instead of standing up for them she let them go, letting the love of her life be belittled by her family and never keeping them close to her and she knew she couldn’t let you do the same thing.
She told them everything including where you now lived. Charles didn’t waste a second, ignoring the fact that he still had to race that afternoon he threw his helmet to the side, telling Ferrari to tell the press he was sick and needed the reserve driver to take over for this weekend.
“Are you coming?” Charles called after Arthur as he started to leave the paddock.
“No.”
“What?” Charles spun around and stopped in his tracks. “Arthur I thought -”
“She needs to see you more than me.” He gave him a light smile. “She had your child, not mine and that kid needs you. Tell her how you feel, not just for her sake but for mine. Fed up with you complaining about how much you like her.”
Charles pulled his brother into a quick hug. “Thank you.”
Whilst Charles was on his way to you, you were wrapping up to brace the English autumn weather to take Leo for a walk. You wrapped your son up so he wouldn’t be cold before lowering him into his pram. Leo placed his head onto the pram, looking down at the small boy. Smiling you pet his head as you threw your coat and scarf on. “Good boy.” You praised the dog as you grabbed his lead and harness and leaving the house.
You glanced over at Margaret's cottage yet never saw her in the small front window, knitting away some sort of blanket for your son or even one for Leo. “Must be out.” You muttered to yourself before pushing the pram towards the trail in the woods. You would never get used to a view like this, the way the golden leaves danced through the sky before hitting the ground. It was such a simple sight but after flying from country to country due to the Leclerc brothers you never got to experience anything like this.
Leaning down slightly you let Leo off the lead when the two of you had entered the woods, letting the dog sprint around to his heart desires but he always kept close to you, just in case. Smiling down at your son you took out your phone to take a photo of the boy. He had his dad’s eyes and your nose. A perfect mix of the two of you.
“y/n!” A sudden voice grabbed your attention, a voice you knew all too well. Turning around you met the face of Charles Leclerc. He was jogging up to you, something Leo saw as a threat. The German Shepherd dropped his ball and ran towards you, standing in front of you he lunged at Charles, barking and growling at the man before him.
“Leo down.” You held his harness, pulling him back slightly. The dog stood back but kept his attention onto the stranger ahead of him.
“Since when did you get a dog?” Charles was breathing heavily, his face terrified of the animal.
“Since I lived alone.” You met his worried gaze. “How did you find me?”
“I didn’t stop looking since you left, nor did Arthur.”
“Is he here?”
“No but he’s coming… I promise you he’ll be here.” Your sons cry grabbed your attention, still holding onto Leo you looked back at the boy.
“Oh baby it’s okay.” Your free hand carefully scooped him up, placing him against your chest you started to rock him back and forth as best you could whilst holding onto your dog so he didn’t attempt murder on Charles. “Shh… shh…”
Charles felt time stop. His heart burting with pride at the sight of the woman he loved his son before him. “Is that -”
“He’s yours Charles.” You smiled at him.
“He?”
“Hmm, you have a son.”
“Arthur owes me a lot of money.”
“Sorry?”
“We had a bet… if he was a girl or a boy, I said boy, he said girl.”
You arched your brows at the man. “You two haven’t changed.” You looked back at your son. “Do you want to hold him?”
His face softened. “I’d want nothing more.” Charles stepped closer, still weary of your dog as you handed the child to his father. Anyone who walked past the two of you would have thought he’d been there since day one, he was a natural to this. “What did you name him?”
“Rowan.” You smiled, putting Leo back on his lead. “He has your eyes.”
“And your nose.” Charles smiled before he looked back at you. “Why did you leave?”
“You said you didn’t want a baby-”
“That doesn’t mean you had to leave.”
“I didn’t know what to do. You didn’t want to be a part of his life which meant not being a part of mine. Arthur hated me which meant I had lost you both and that was something I couldn’t live with. You know how small Monaco is, I knew I’d see you two at one point and I couldn’t face you two after that so I left. Moved here and now I’m never going back to Monaco, I’m raising Rowan here, I needed a new start and travelling around the world isn’t a life for a child.”
“Then I’ll move here.” His voice was full of urgency. “For over a year I could never stop thinking about you. I have always liked you and I just thought it was because of how you bullied my brother, the way you always knew everything about motorsports, I loved it. It was only when we grew up with one another I knew I loved you. I can’t apologise for everything that happened when you fell pregnant. I should have been with you through the pregnancy, throughout everything. When I said I didn’t want a child, I meant right now. I panicked and when Arthur and I spoke everything through you were already gone.”
He held his son close to him, holding his right hand out as he balanced Rowan in his left. Taking his hand into yours you stepped closer to him. “I lied to you the last time we spoke.” He was taken back by your words but continued to listen. “I don’t regret spending the night with you, I don’t regret anything we did and I do love you.”
“Neither do I.” He leant down, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “But now I’m not going anywhere.”
“Good because I really need someone to feed him during the night, he’s teething and I need sleep.”
Charles laughed, this time dipping his head down to capture your lips into his. The kiss was far overdue. Your lips were sweet against his own, a taste he always wanted to feel. His hand left yours and cupped your cheek, pulling you closer into his chest as best he could without disturbing Rowan. He deepened the kiss as you got closer, his thumb brushing along your bottom lip when you pulled away for a breath.
“Please never leave again.” He muttered against your soft lips.
“I won’t.” Your eyes met his. “I promise.” Charles leaned in again but jumped at a sudden loud bark. Leo narrowed his eyes at the brunette, if he could talk you knew he’d yell at Charles like he was a disobedient child.
“I’m not putting up with him.” Charles backed away from the animal.
“Oh he’s fine.” You dropped to your knees so the dog could rest his head on your chest, wagging his tail a you gave him all the attention in the world. “He just needs to get used to you.”
“Margret never mentioned him…”
“Margret?” You looked up him, curiosity on your face. “How do you know who she is?”
His eyes widened at his own words. Shit. “Probably shouldn’t have said that…”
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Requested? Yes/No - hello 🫀Could I request one that reader is Max Verstappen sister and is dating Charles. She isn’t a driver but is always in the pits for them.She suffers from asthma and in one career she has a really bad attack thats ends with her fainting and in the hospital because she couldn’t breath. Maybe it could be because her inhaler is empty and she didn’t have the time to get more.Would love to see how her brother, boyfriend, dad, friends (the drivers) reacts to the news
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Warnings: Fluff, angst, swearing, mentions of accidents, Jos Verstappen if that counts…
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Max was as overprotective as they come so when it came to light that you were dating his childhood rival and rival on the track he wasn’t exactly pleased. You were having a family dinner at your Mum’s when she asked you to quickly grab her a fork, obliging you left the table and also your phone by your seat. You were sitting beside Max who saw your phone screen light up as you left. Glancing over he saw a certain someone had sent you a text.
Char <3: Enjoy spending time with your family mon amour, I’ll call you when you’re home x
Max quickly snatched your phone from its spot just as you walked back into the dining room to catch him. His face was flooded with anger at the text he’d just read, something you picked up on the second you walked back into the room. Your brows furrowed as you spoke.
“What?” His eyes met yours at the sudden sound of your voice. “Why do you have my phone?”
“Why is Leclerc texting you?” He asked in a bitter tone.
“Sorry?” You tried playing dumb but Max could always see through your lies.
“Don’t lie to me!” He spat, holding your phone up. “Why the fuck is he calling you ‘love’? Are you two -”
“Max now is not the time.” Your Mum cut him off, staring at the two of you. “y/n just sit down, come on let’s just eat. It’s rare I get the three of you here for dinner at the same time.”
Victoria gave you a look, she knew. When you were younger Max went to stay with your Dad so he could pursue his Formula 1 career whereas Victoria stayed with your Mum. You were the odd one out. Max and you were always close, since the day you were born he’d always looked after you, he did the same with Victoria but he was just that little bit more protective of you but he had a reason to be. Being only seven you ended up staying with your Mum until you turned eighteen when you were finally reunited with Max for good.
Max quickly learnt a few drivers had taken a liking to you, especially Charles and Pierre. You’d met Charles before when he and Max would kart together. As a kid Max hated Charles, always complaining that Charles kept trying to push him off the track but as the two grew older they learnt to put their bitterness aside. You knew deep down that Max and Charles still had that rivalry, especially as they were now competing to be World Champions.
Moving in with Max meant going to every single one of his races, which also meant seeing Charles every single week. Normally he would always be accompanied by Pierre Gasly, a man who would flirt with anyone that took a breath whereas Charles was more subtle. It started out with small talk and then he’d show up to the post-race celebrations, get you away from Max so you could have a conversation that wasn’t just ‘hey, how are you?’. Conversations at the club turned into sneaking around with one another in hotels and the rest is history.
Max was yet to know about you and Charles. The pair of you had kept your secret from him for eight months. It hurt to keep it away from him, he was your older brother and the one person in the family that you could actually tell everything to well, everything but this. You knew if Max found out he’d lose his shit and you knew he wasn’t the cleanest driver on the grid at times. Part of you worried that if he found out he’d pull off a stupid stunt on the track and land the two of them in the hospital so you kept it from him.
“I’m not sitting here and eating fucking potatoes when my sister clearly has something going on with Charles Leclerc!” Max screamed, standing up and shooting you a glare. “What is going on between you and Leclerc?”
“Max please just calm down -” Your Mum spoke.
“Calm down? She’s been lying to my face!” He took a deep breath. “How long?”
You didn’t want an argument but you knew it would come eventually. “Eight months -”
“Eight fucking months?” His words were bitter. “Eight fucking months and you didn’t think to tell me?”
“You’d lose your shit if you knew! You can be such an idiot on that track and I don’t want you pulling some pathetic stunt that gets both of you killed!” You spat back.
“It’s not me you have to worry about crashing, that prat can’t even finish a race!”
“Don’t you dare start insulting him, not when he’s only ever spoken good things about you in the media unlike some of those drivers on the grid!”
“Yeah now I know why! He only done it to please you!” He ran his hand through his hair. “I can’t believe my own sister would go around with the man who’s considered my rival, you might as well be dating Lewis Hamilton!”
“Max that’s enough!” Your Mum snapped. “Both of you!”
“So is that where you’ve been going when you tell me you’re going to y/b/f’s house for the weekend? You’ve been with him? All those nights you stayed out late and asked me not to wait up, you were with him, weren’t you?”
“Of course I was Max!” Tears and panic were filling your body at the sight of Max’s rage.
“Why him y/n?” His voice now turned to pain. “Anyone but a shitty driver on the grid.” He slumped back down in his chair as you spun on your heel and left the room, feeling yourself getting short of breath you pushed your mother's bedroom door open and sat on the edge of your bed, trying to calm your breathing but nothing would work. Reaching for your inhaler you were able to steady yourself, calming yourself to the point of not feeling short of breath.
“He’s such a dickhead.” The voice of your sister caught your attention. She gave you a warm smile as she sat beside you, noticing your inhaler in your hand. “You need to take it easy, stress makes your breathing worse and you know that.”
“Rather hard when your brother starts screaming at you like that.” You leaned your head on her shoulder, closing your eyes as she wrapped her arm around you.
“I know but you know Max, can’t control his emotions to save his life… thank god he was never born a woman, imagine if he had a period every month.” You smiled at her words, letting out a light laugh. “Don’t worry about him, Charles is a decent guy. Mum likes him and Dad has always said he’s a good driver which automatically means he respects him. It’s just Max you’ll have to work on.”
“And what do you think of him?” You looked up at her.
She shrugged with a small smirk on her face. “You think you could set me up with Pierre now you and Charles are together?”
You laughed at her words before speaking. “I think Max would kill us.”
“Maybe so but I don’t think Mum would let him.”
Victoria continued to calm you down, meanwhile, your Mum was giving Max a lecture, almost like he was a child.
“Did you need to do that?” She set the food aside and gave Max a glare.
“I don’t want her around him -”
“Max she’s twenty-one, not a child. She can make her own decisions.”
“I’ve seen how some of these drivers act, I don’t trust them.”
“Does Charles act like that?”
Max pondered on the thought. “No…”
“Then why are you so uptight about all of this?”
“Because he might be like that.”
“Then that’s her lesson to learn. I’ve met him far too many times and even I can tell you that he’s not like that. He clearly cares about her and he was raised to be a polite and smart lad. You know that.”
“I still don’t like it.”
“Doesn’t give you the right to yell at her like that. She’s clearly happy with him, don’t you want that for her?”
“Of course I do.” Max gave her a sad expression. “But I want her to be safe.”
“Max,” Your Mum took his hand into hers, smiling at him as she spoke. “I know you care for her especially as she was always there for you at your races and when I and your father split it was hard on you both but you know deep down she isn’t going anywhere. He won’t take her away from this family, she’s still your baby sister.”
Max knew she was right but it was still hard for him. He missed being around his family and all he wanted was for all of you to be as close to one another as possible but that would never happen. People move on, Victoria already had and that pained him knowing everyone was slowly growing apart. With your parents split he never got to have what most children did, he never got to have dinner with the family every night, he never got to go on family days out or even just stay inside and watch a film with one another. It was something so small but something he so desperately longed for.
When it was clear that Max wanted to be a racing driver he never got a day off. He always had to train and that meant leaving you, his Mum and Victoria. So when you made the decision to move in with him he was over the moon. His Mum visited more and you were by his side. He had his family back, maybe not how he wanted but it was enough for him but the thought of you moving away to be with Charles meant he wouldn’t see you, Victoria or his Mum as often. His head just swarmed itself with the memories of being left with his Dad at eleven, no Mum or sisters by his side.
Max didn’t sat anything else, he only nodded, knowing his Mum was right he got up and made his way towards her bedroom. Softly knocking on the door he waited for you or Victoria to give him the all-clear to enter. His heart ached at the sight of you clutching your inhaler, a clear sign he’d set your asthma off.
“Can I speak to y/n?” He directed his question to Victoria.
“If you don’t plan on screaming at her then I don’t see a problem with it.”
“I’m not.”
Victoria looked down at you, waiting for the nod of approval from you. A silent signal that you were happy to speak to Max. She lifted herself from the bed, glaring at her older brother before leaving the two of you to talk.
Max shuffled into the room, a glum expression on his face as he sat beside you. “Did you need to use it?” He pointed to the inhaler. You only nodded, making a surge of guilt fly through him. “I’m sorry I just… I just don’t want this family to fall apart -”
“And you think Charles Leclerc is going to make us fall apart?” You arched your brows at him.
“No, but it’ll play a part. You know all I ever want to do when I have free time is just relax with you, Mum and Victoria.”
“And Charles and I dating is going to suddenly stop that?”
He huffed in frustration as he tried to get his words out. “No, but it means I won’t see you as much anymore. It means it’ll be harder to get everyone round for dinner as you’ll always be out with him, Victoria is always travelling -”
“Max I’m not going to just get up and walk out of your life. Do you not think I feel the same way too? I never got to see you and Dad as much as I wanted to as a kid and now I see the pair of you pretty much every day. Yes if Charles and I move in together I won’t see you every day but I’ll still be at every single race. I’ll still be living in the same area as you. It’s not like he’s going to lock me away from ever seeing you again.”
“Are you happy with him?” Max suddenly looked down at you, changing the subject slightly.
“I am, Max.”
“And do you love him?”
“I do.”
“Does he love you?”
“He says he does, every single day so I bloody hope it’s true.” Max broke a small smile at your words, following Victoria's actions he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his side.
“Then I’ll allow it. Can’t promise I won’t start a fight or let the two of you hold hands around me but I’ll allow it.”
“Oh glad I’ve got the permission of my brother.” You smirked at him before breaking into a smile.
“Just wait till Dad finds out.”
“I plan to never tell him, he doesn’t need to know.”
“Yeah, good luck.” Max laughed knowing that if he reacted like that then Jos would hit the roof.
That all happened a few months ago. Jos did find out but thankfully Max was there to ease everything. He didn’t lose his shit as much as you had expected him to but that didn’t mean he liked the idea of his daughter dating a Formula 1 driver, especially one who drove for a rival team but Charles had managed to survive a dinner with your family which meant things were destined to last.
—
“I wish we could stay like this forever.” Charles hummed as his hand smoothed down your hair. You were laying on his chest as the sun from the outside world made your hotel room glow like gold. Today was the day of the French Grand Prix, a race Charles was hopeful about.
“Me too.” You replied, your hand tracing his chest before looking up at him. “How are you feeling about today?”
“Confident.” He replied, a small smile on his face. “I think I can win it today if I get a good start and we can actually get our strategy right then I can put some distance between us and Red Bull.” He looked down at you, his smile turning to a smirk. “Or you could tell Max to lay off me just this once.”
Laughing at his reply you let your head fall onto his chest before replying. “Not sure if that would work, he already isn’t your biggest fan.”
Charles moved his hand and used it to move your face to look at him again. “So? His sister is.” He leant down and took your lips into his. He’d never get bored of the feeling of having you in his arms with your lips on his. He let his tongue slide across your bottom lip as he spare hand went to your waist, pulling you onto his lap so you were now straddling him as the kiss deepened. He tugged on your bottom lip, loving the way you softly moaned at the sensation.
You pulled away from the kiss slightly as you felt his hands begin to trail up your thighs. “You have a race to get to.”
“We’ve got some time-”
“Hardly any.” You muttered against his lips.
“We've had less before and we made it work… besides…” He brushed your hair out of your face. “It’ll be my good luck charm.”
“I thought I was that.”
“You are, I just might need a little extra luck looking at the state of our strategy.” Laughing against his lips you melted into his touch as he leant up and flipped the two of you over. He ducked his head down and began to kiss your neck. Your eyes glanced over to the clock beside the bed.
He was right, you had time.
—
You watched as Charles took his helmet into his hands, looking down and smiling at the photo of you and him tucked inside the padding before meeting your soft y/e/c eyes. “You always look so worried when I’m about to get into the car.” He pouted at your expression. He always hated seeing you like this. The thought of having your brother and boyfriend taking part in one of the most dangerous sports in the world which was responsible for so many deaths caused your anxiety to spiral. Something Charles unfortunately knew all too well.
“Just be safe please.”
Charles walked towards you, setting his helmet aside he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest. “You know I will.” He pecked your lips. “I will always come back, I can promise you that.” His eyes scanned your face, he would never get bored of seeing how your eyes would look up at him with such love.
“You better.”
“I will.” This time the kiss felt different, it always did before a race. It was always a silent promise that he would come back to you, no matter what happened out there. “I’ll meet you at the garage when the race is over.”
You nodded, the two of you sharing one last kiss before he stepped away and put his helmet on. “Good luck Char.” You leant up to kiss the top of his helmet before you turned away to join your family at the Red Bull garage.
“y/n!” You turned back to the man dressed in red. Charles was jogging up to you, slipping his helmet off before pressing his lips onto yours once again. He cupped your jaw as he deepend the kiss, he smiled against your lips as he pulled back, missing the sweetness of your lips. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” You smiled back as you kissed him again, swiping your tongue on his bottom lip, teasing him after the antics of the morning. Charles wanted more but he couldn’t. Not yet anyway. The pair of you pulled back eventually. Charles blew you one last kiss as you left him. “Please be careful!”
“I will mon amour!” He called back, his head turning to see you walk away.
“You know,” A Spanish accent filled the air. “I can’t decide if you two make me want to be sick or if you two are just cute together,” Carlos smirked at Charles who was clearly smitten with the Verstappen girl.
“You sound like her brother.” He replied, glancing over his shoulder one last time only to see that you’d already gone to find your brother. No matter how long or how much you loved Charles you made one promise to yourself and that was to watch the race from the Red Bull garage. Max was still your brother and the one person who’d be there if things ever fell apart.
“Afternoon y/n.” Christain Horner welcomed you as you made your way through the groups of mechanics to find your family.
“Hello, Christian.” You smiled back at the man.
“Did you ask your boyfriend to have a shit start so we could get some pace on him?”
“Think you might struggle this time around, he seems pretty confident and Ferrari seem to have a set plan for this race.”
“Can always rely on you for insider information.” Max’s voice snatched your attention. He opened his arms for a hug, an action you quickly obliged with. “Wonder what he’d think if he found out you were telling us all their secrets!” He joked as the two of you shared a hug.
“What can I say? I clearly have a favourite.” You went along with his words although Max knew as much as you loved him and always showed your brother endless support that you would much rather see Charles win a World Championship than him.
“You should do, he’s your brother.” Jos quickly joined the conversation, pulling you away from your brother for a hug.
“Hello to you too Dad.” You hugged him back before Max spoke again.
“How’s he feeling? Confident?”
“As always.” You replied. “And you?”
“Easy win.” He winked before breaking into a small laugh. “It’ll be a challenge as always but if we get a good start, do our pitstops in a smart way then I can’t see why we can’t be on the podium.”
“I can’t see why you can’t finish in P1 today.” Your Dad joined in, making you and Max share a quick look.
As much as Jos cared for you and your sister he always seemed to have a different attitude towards Max. As you got older you began to understand he was living his dream through him. Jos wasn’t good enough for Formula 1 but Max was. He’d already won a Championship and was set to win many more in his career. The treatment your Dad gave to Max was beyond unfair but Max hadn’t known anything else. The pair of you would often talk about it but Max refused to ever admit that Jos was in the wrong, he just thought that was how a Dad was supposed to be.
“You’ve got Charles for competition so maybe aim for P2.” You quickly spoke, trying to brush off the harsh words of your father.
“Don’t think I can do it?” Max pretended to look offended. “My own sister turning against me for Charles Leclerc!” He placed his hand on his chest. “Maybe you should go watch the race with Ferarri.”
“Oh shut up.” You shoved him slightly as Max made his way to the car. “Be safe.”
“I’ll try.” He smiled as he grabbed his helmet, waving at you one last time as you and Jos joined Victoria to watch the race unfold.
Charles had started well. You had to try your best not to celebrate in front of the Red Bull mechanics and your family but your joy didn’t last. In the eighteenth lap just after Red Bull had completed an incredible pit stop your heart sank. The camera suddenly cut to someone in the wall and then your boyfriend's name was mentioned. You saw his number proudly against the car, you didn’t need a commentator to confirm your fears.
Charles didn’t move for a few seconds and in a fit of fear you threw your headphones off as you felt your heart race and your breathing increase which meant you missed his radio confirming that he was in fact okay. Your eyes fell onto the screen again and Charles was still not moving, the camera cut away, a sign that was never good in Formula 1.
Victoria picked up on your distress immediately. Growing up alongside you she always knew when an asthma attack was on the rise. Stress and panic always grew when you watched races, you knew you should stay away from the sport when your nerves were on the rise but you couldn’t do that to Max and Charles.
“y/n…” Victoria grabbed your forearm, pulling you away from the small crowd of people watching the race. “It's okay, he’s okay…”
“He didn’t move -”
“He’s probably in shock, he’ll be okay. It wasn’t a bad crash -”
“It doesn’t need to be.” Your voice was failing you as your chest started to ache. Victoria grabbed your bag from around your shoulder, sensing you needed your inhaler she pulled it out of your bag, handed it to you and directed your hand to mouth but when you pressed the silver button nothing happened. Hers and your eyes widened at the lack of sound indicating that the device had worked. “Shit… I forgot…”
Before every single race, Charles always asked you to check your inhaler and make sure it wasn’t running low. He couldn’t even begin to think of what would happen if something went wrong when he wasn’t around. He knew how important it was, especially if either you or Max got hurt or into a collision. He also always kept a spare on him just in case you needed it and you had left it behind. The only problem was Charles was climbing out of his crashed car with no inhaler on him.
Victoria knew she had to think fast or you would end up in serious trouble. She screamed for Jos who wasn’t paying much attention, too focused on the race until he saw his youngest daughter clutching her chest as she sunk to the floor. Forgetting that Max was now on his way to winning another race he called for help, alerting a steward of what was taking place. Within seconds the ambulance team was in the Red Bull garage attending to you.
Meanwhile, Charles was on the side of the track, screaming in frustration at his mistake. With his head in his hands, he sobbed his heart out. Through teary eyes, he looked down at his helmet and saw the photo of the two of you. He knew you’d be waiting for him when he got back, waiting to take the pain away and that was all he needed right now.
If only he knew.
“Mr Leclerc you need to go to the medical tent.” One of the safety managers called over to him as he stormed back to the garages. Anger was still running through his veins at what had happened.
“Fuck off I’m fine.” He took a deep breath as he walked into the garage.
“You may feel fine but you need to be checked over, it’s an FIA rule, please -”
Charles scanned the garage yet couldn’t find you. Despite always watching the races in the Red Bull garage you would always leave the second anything happened to him on the track. You would always be waiting at the Ferarri garage for him or you’d meet him at the medical tent if the team had been told that he was sent there. “Where’s y/n?” He ignored the man's pleas.
“She isn’t here.” A mechanic spoke. “Hasn’t turned up.”
Charles scrunched his face up in confusion. “She isn’t in my room?”
“We would have seen or heard her.” Another mechanic spoke. She hasn’t come here. Maybe she’s still at Red Bull.”
“But she always comes here.”
“Maybe she saw you get out and decided to stay and watch her brother win.” The mechanic turned his gaze to the television mounted on the wall. Charles followed his gaze to see Max Verstappen leading the race but it still didn’t make sense. You’d seen him crash a fair few times and saw him get out of the car safely yet you always came here, even if Max was winning.
Charles didn’t say anything as he left the Ferrari garage and headed down to the Red Bull garage. Your relationship was public so he knew if cameras were following him closely it wouldn't spark rumours that he was attempting to sign with Red Bull to escape Ferrari.
“Is y/n here?” He announced to no one in particular. A few mechanics and friends of Max and Checo looked around at one another, unsure whether they should tell Charles what had just happened. The brunette picked up on their uncertainty almost instantly. “What?”
Checo’s wife took her headphones off and gestured for Charles to follow her. He quickly followed the woman, his concern growing. Making sure the pair of them were away from prying ears she spoke. “She saw you crash and the panic got to her -”
“Has she just gone back to the hotel?” Charles quickly asked.
“She had an asthma attack and her inhaler was out. She’d forgotten to change it and they had to call the ambulance team. We’ve been told she’s all okay, she’s at the medical tent -” Charles didn’t need to hear the rest. He quickly turned on his heel and sprinted out of the garage and towards the medical tent, not caring that he probably shouldn’t have been running considering he’d just crashed into a wall.
—
“Is Charles okay?” You asked, propped up in bed whilst the medic team checked your heart rate. You were put on a ventilator, something you were used to after growing up with asthma. Victoria and Jos were by your side through the whole thing. Thankfully you started to breathe on your own after a while, the medics were running their last checks to make sure you didn’t need to be sent to a specialist.
“He got out of the car just fine. He was walking around after.” Your Dad held your hand as he sat beside the bed, his eyes glancing back and forth between you and the race.
“He’s okay y/n.” Victoria chimed in.
“He should have joined you in here for his own checks but I’ve been told he’s refused a medical check-up.” The paramedic tending to you reassured you. “That means he must be fine.”
You gave the woman a small smile, resting your head back and letting out a steady breath. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Miss Verstappen.” She stepped back. “You’ll be fine but maybe this is a lesson to always carry an inhaler that works.”
“Charles always has one on him just in case.”
“No good when he’s in a wall.” Your Dad replied.
“Maybe we should start carrying a spare just in case,” Victoria spoke.
“Or maybe I should remember to get mine replaced.” You chimed in.
“That too but if Charles can carry one for you then I think we could too, just in case.”
Almost like he was summoned by the sound of his own name Charles darted into the room, still in his race suit his eyes fell on you. Suddenly all the anger and hurt from crashing out of the race disappeared and the only thing he could think of was you. “Ma belle fille…” Charles hurried himself over to you. Jos moved from your side allowing Charles to sit beside you. He took your hands into his, pressing small kisses into your skin. “What happened?”
“I fainted but I’m okay.” You ran your thumbs over the top of his hand. “It was just an asthma attack.”
“Love it’s not ‘just an asthma attack.” His eyes met yours. “It’s serious, you could have landed yourself in a lot of trouble, we were lucky you only landed yourself in here.”
“I know.” You looked down, slightly ashamed that you had caused all of this just because you forgot to get your inhaler replaced.
“Hey,” Charles moved his hand to tilt your head back up to face him before he planted a short yet meaningful kiss on your lips. “I’m just glad you’re okay, you nearly made me faint when I got back to the garage and saw you weren’t there.” He smiled.
“We’ll give you two some space.” Victoria pulled Jos out of the room. “I won’t tell Max what happened, I’ll let him bask in the glory first.” She winked before leaving the room with your Dad who looked displeased to leave you alone with Charles despite the two of you living together.
“Are you okay?” You turned the conversation back to him.
“Hmm…” He hummed back. “It was all my fault, I’m never going to be a World Champion if I can’t keep the lead of a race without fucking it all up.”
“One mistake doesn’t define your career Char.” Squeezing his hand you gave him a reassuring smile.
“Thank you.” He returned the smile. “It just feels as if I’m not set to win a Championship.”
“Why? Because you crashed the odd time? The world knows it’s not your fault, fans blame the team and they’re right in doing so. They ruined so many of your and Carlos’ races, races the pair of you could have easily won and gained more points than Max. The season isn’t over yet and if things don’t go to plan this season then you always have next season.”
He got up and leaned over to kiss the top of your head before placing a small light kiss on your lips before returning to his seat. “Thank you. I don’t deserve you.” He kissed your hand again, looking up at you with his eyes full of love. “I don’t even want to go out there and talk to the press.” He huffed, leaning his head on the bed as he changed the subject.
“You don’t have to.” Your hands started to play with his hair. “You can just stay here.”
“Oh, I plan on it.” He shut his eyes, taking a deep breath as he melted into your touch, finally feeling calm. “Although I’ll have to speak to them eventually.”
“I’m sure you can weave around it besides, just tell them what you told me.”
“Not sure that’s going to work on everyone, most fans don’t think I deserve to even be considered as a title contender.”
“Since when did you care about what others think?” You raised your brows at the man. “Char, you drive Formula 1 cars for a living and they spend their money to see you drive those cars, you really care about what some low-life fan who can’t even drive a normal car thinks?”
Charles raised his head from the bed and looked at you with a smile. “Such a way with words Verstappen.”
“I do try Leclerc.” You both leaned forward to one another when a sudden bang of a door opened.
Max was standing in the doorway alongside Daniel and Lando. When Daniel and Max were teammates you grew close to the Australian who would spend most of his time showing you his playlists on his phone and telling you the stories of his life. Daniel had been on adventures you only read about in books, you could listen to him all day. Lando and you grew close due to Max treating the boy like a younger brother. The two of you were also close in age which was an added bonus when it came to conversation. As Lando once said ‘sometimes these old men don’t understand us’.
“Fucking hell y/n are you okay?” Max shoved Charles out of his chair, not caring that Charles could have been hurt as he’d been involved in a crash. “What happened? What did they give you?”
“I’m fine Max.” You smiled at your brother. “It was my fault, I had an asthma attack but my inhaler was empty. I fainted but I’m okay -”
“You don’t sound it,” Daniel spoke up, making his way to the bed, not caring that Charles was now sitting on the floor after being pushed by his old teammate. “Here.” Daniel handed you one of his hoodies, making sure you were comfortable as you lay in bed.
“You know I have hoodies if you want them,” Charles announced from the floor, his face already fed up with Daniel's antics.
“I’ve got a few too,” Lando spoke, a smirk on his face. All three drivers received a glare from Max, a silent warning that if they continued he’d deal with them on the track. “But I’m sure you’re fine.” Lando quickly said, clearly scared of Max.
“Thank you, Lando.” You tried to suppress your laughter as you spoke again. “And you too Daniel.”
The Aussie helped you put the hoodie on, making sure you were warm and comfortable before laying back down. Whilst Daniel made sure you were comfortable Lando grabbed you a drink and left it on the side for when you were ready.
“Thought you would have gotten her all this Leclerc,” Max suggested, knowing his words would annoy him.
“I was too busy making out with her Verstappen.” Charles knew his words would annoy your brother.
“What did you say?” Max stood up, his actions quickly causing Charles to scramble to his feet.
“I’m just saying…” Charles smirked. “She tastes good -”
“That’s my sister you dickhead!” Max lunged at Charles but he missed, allowing Charles to sprint to Daniel, holding him and using him as a human shield but Max couldn’t care less. Lando used his brain and moved out of the way towards you, watching the whole scene unfold with a smile on his lips.
“It was a joke!” Charles screamed, trying to defend himself as he made a run for the door.
“Well…” Daniel looked over at you. “Least you don’t have to worry about your boyfriend being injured… from the car at least…”
Pink and Blue - Lewis Hamilton x reader
Lewis Hamilton x female!reader
Requested? Yes/No: Anon: Hey…Can I request where both Lewis and the reader have baby fever and it gets a little (or maybe a lot)smutty ❤️🔥
Warnings: Smut, fluff, pregnancy, swearing, wrap it before you tap it girlies…
Word Count: 4.2K
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Lewis couldn’t keep his eyes off you as you interacted with his niece and nephew. Sure you’d met them all before, but things just felt different this time. They’d come to support him at Silverstone and so had your nephew who only happened to be a few months old. You were currently holding your nephew whilst Lewis’s own nephew and niece looked on, smiling at the small boy in your arms.
Ever since he was born your brother spent more time with the two of you, wanting to give his partner a break after the birth which changed something in Lewis. He always knew he wanted children, especially with you but he wanted to wait until he’d finished racing so he could always be there throughout the entire pregnancy and birth but now he didn’t want to wait.
He wanted one now.
Lewis came up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he looked down at your nephew, a smile playing on his lips as you looked back up at him. If anyone looked on to the two of you they would have thought your nephew was your own child. “He’s getting so big,” Lewis spoke.
“He’ll be walking soon -”
“When will he start to talk?” His niece asked.
“When he’s a bit older,” Lewis replied as he moved to take her in his arms. She wrapped her arms around him, looking down at the small boy in your arms.
“Will he come to all the races?”
“No.” You smiled at the blonde girl. “He’s too small for that,” You looked down at Lewis’s nephew as you finished. “Just like the three of you.”
“I’m big enough!” His nephew protested.
“Not yet you aren’t.” He smiled just as their mother called them back over.
Lewis was set to start the race in a few minutes so you and the rest of his family were heading towards the garage to watch him. When he raced in England everyone who could come to see him did. Even your family would come and watch his races, especially your brother and his wife and now your nephew joined them both.
“You’re so good with them,” Lewis spoke as he placed a kiss on your cheek, wrapping his arms around your waist again.
“So are you.”
“Hmm…” He hummed against your skin.
“You’ve been clingy recently.” Arching your brows you looked back at him. “Ever since he was born -”
“I’ve been thinking…”
“Don’t do that it’ll hurt your head.” Smirking you turned around to face him, a small laugh escaping your lips at his reaction to your words.
“And to think I was being nice to you.” He returned the small laughter. “But I was thinking about something.”
“And what was that?”
“I -”
“Lewis!” George was currently jogging over to his teammate, waving at the two of you as he grew closer. “Toto wants us un there now, we haven’t got long and he just needs to go over a few things with you.”
Lewis huffed at the words of his teammate. He’d been plucking up the courage to ask you about having a child for a while now. He just needed the time to be right, the last thing he wanted to do was to scare you with talk of children, especially as the two of you never really talked about it in detail. Just then seemed like the perfect time but George clearly had other ideas.
“I’ll talk to you after.” Leaning up you and Lewis shared a short yet sweet kiss, the two of you wanting nothing more than to share a longer moment with one another but he needed to go and you needed to get Elijah back to his Dad. “Good luck and be safe.” You stressed that last word, with his entire family and the country watching you didn’t need him getting hurt.
“I’m always safe for you.” He winked. “I promise I’ll come back to you.”
Those were the words he’d always say as he left to get in the car and every single time he was right, he did in fact come back to you. When the two of you started to date it was the first thing you asked of him. This sport was a dangerous one and there were plenty of drivers that got into those cars and never made it out, knowing that could happen to Lewis made you sometimes wish he never got into this sport but thankfully he was smart on the track, unlike other drivers.
“Sorry did I interrupt something?” George asked as Lewis spared one last glance back at you and Elijah.
“No, don’t worry about it, man.” Lewis gave George a small smile but George knew something was wrong.
“You sure? You don’t seem it… the pair of you aren’t breaking up are you?”
Lewis snapped his head over at him, his brows furrowed at his words. “Absolutely not, far from it…”
“Are you going to ask her to marry you?” George’s eyes widened.
“The ring is in my bag but I was going to tell her something else…”
He searched his head but George couldn’t work out what Lewis was trying to say. “Well what were you going to ask her?”
Lewis gave him an uncertain look, debating whether or not to tell him what was really on his mind. George was the type of person that would constantly persist when asking questions, especially when it came to Lewis. He’d looked up to him since he was a child and now he drove for the same team as him. He and Lewis were friends and George knew you well too so if Lewis were to talk to anyone on the grid about what he thought it would be him.
Lewis looked over at George, holding his gaze as he spoke. “I wanted to ask her if she wanted a baby with me. We’ve been together for a while now and she’s -”
“Is it a boy or a girl?” George suddenly blurted out as they reached the cars.
“She’s not pregnant.” Lewis looked over at him, a smirk on his lips. “Yet…” He took a deep breath. “I want to tell her but she might not want a child right now. We’ve touched on the subject but never really spoken about it that much.”
“Maybe now is the time to ask then, you said it yourself you have a ring in your bag. You clearly want her in your life forever -”
“Of course I do George, why wouldn’t I?” He and George shared another glance. “Do you think I should ask her to marry me first?”
“Since when have you ever asked me for relationship advice?” George smirked.
“There’s a first time for everything,” Lewis replied.
“You know what I think you should do?” He grabbed his helmet. “Just talk to her. If you don’t want to be direct then just slip it into the conversation.” He shrugged.
“I planned on being direct and then someone decided to pull us apart.” Lewis followed his teammate's actions, grabbing his own helmet as the two of them headed towards Toto.
Sending Lewis an apologetic look he and his teammate made their way to the rest of the team for the meeting before getting in the cars before the race started. Meanwhile, you had said goodbye to your family, who were sitting in the stands for the race whilst you stayed in the garage alongside Lewis’s Dad. Lewis was getting into his car when his niece waved and blew him a kiss as they headed to their seats. Lewis returned the gestures to the girl before he turned back to face you, sending you one last kiss before driving out to the track.
You couldn’t lie to yourself that you hadn’t been thinking of him as a Dad recently. Lewis always made the world around him light up, he just seemed to have that effect on anyone he met so it’s no wonder that he was so good when it came to kids. Even other drivers' children on the grid would always run up to him with open arms and act like they’d known him all their lives. You couldn’t help but wanted that for yourself.
You had to push that into the back of your mind for now as the race started. He’d been having a rough time on the track and needed all the support he could get, especially in front of his home crowd. The British fans always had his back and that was no different for today. Whatever talk Toto had given Lewis before getting into the car had clearly worked. At one point Lewis was running in P1 but it wasn’t meant to be. He eventually finished in P3, just behind Checo with Carlos winning his first-ever race in Formula 1.
Throwing your headphones down you ran alongside the mechanics who were making their way over to the cars. Lewis got out, the biggest smile on his face as he threw himself at the mechanics. They cheered his name as he took his helmet off and met your eyes. You were convinced his smile could light up even the darkest of rooms. His hands cupped your cheeks, pulling your face into his. His lips connected with yours and just like that time stopped. Your hands went to his chest, tugging slightly on his race suit as he nipped down on your bottom lip, not wanting to get too carried away in front of the whole world he eventually had to pull away.
“I’m so proud of you.” You muttered against his lips.
“Thank you, my love.” He pecked your lips one last time before he headed off to the podiums. Your family and his made their way over to you, their faces mirroring your smile as he looked down at you. His niece held her arms out at you, wanting you to take her into your arms. She clung to your body as you lifted her off the ground to face Lewis. Lewis’s heart swelled with pride seeing the two of you, the thought if having children growing even more.
As it was Silverstone Lewis had put together a meal for everyone so whilst he finished his interviews you were getting ready in your hotel room. You’d opt for a black dress which hung onto your body like a glove. You were touching up the last of your make-up when the door to your room clicked and a familiar figure walked into the room. Lewis smirked as he watched you never break focus from your make-up, even when he snuck his hands around your waist and pulled you into his hips.
“You look beautiful…” His lips hovered their way across your neck as he spoke. His hand left your waist and slowly slipped the strap of your dress down your shoulder so he could start to place light kisses on your skin. The sensation made you jump slightly, causing you to lose focus of your makeup, making Lewis smirk. “So…” He kissed your shoulder, growing closer to your face with every word. “Beautiful…” Gripping your hips Lewis spun you around to face him, pushing you against the small table where your mirror sat.
“We don’t have time…” You pouted, your hands cupping his face.
“I want one.” Lewis suddenly blurted out, his confidence soaring after his race. His eyes scanned yours as he awaited your reply, hoping for an answer before you spoke.
“Want what?”
“I want a baby with you.” Lewis placed a small peck on your lips. “I know we haven’t spoken about it a lot but I’ve seen how you are with your Elijah, you’re so good with him and my niece and nephew. You’d be perfect as a Mum.”
“You think so?” His hips pushed harder against yours as you replied.
“I know you would be.” His hand grazed over your stomach, his eyes flickering down to imagine the bump.
“You know if we had kids they’d have the best Dad.” You mirrored his previous actions and placed a kiss on his lips. “All the kids in the playground would be jealous when they find out their friend's Dad is Lewis Hamilton.” You smiled, imagining raising your child with Lewis. Your child would grow up alongside Formula 1 and deep down you knew there was also a chance that child would have the bravery and heart of their father and follow in his footsteps, seeing Lewis teach them everything he knew was something you’d imagined for a while.
“Give yourself some credit.” He picked you up and sat you on the table, parting your legs and slowly moving the fabric of your dress to the top of your thighs. “I couldn’t have done it without you.” He dropped to his knees, his eyes meeting yours. “And they’ll know that.” He placed a kiss on your underwear, slowly letting one hand fall from your dress and tug at the lace material.
“Lewis…” Your words were low as he slowly pulled the underwear down your thighs. His lips teased your skin, kissing and ghosting every inch of your thigh, fanning over where you needed him the most but you knew he wanted to hear you beg for him.
“Use your words sweetheart… what do you want?” He teased.
“You…”
“Be more specific.”
“I want your mouth…” Your hands found their way to his braids, tugging on them slightly in the hopes he’d get the hint. Lewis planted a kiss on your clit, humming at the way you pushed your hips up into him, wanting more. “Please, Sir…”
Lewis groaned at your words as he pushed your legs further apart before letting his tongue flick over your clit. Humming again he attached his lips around your clit, sucking whilst one hand held your hips down whilst the other started to tease your entrance. He started off slow, wanting to savour every single second of the moment. Lewis loved the way you reacted to his touch, he could feel every jump and hear every gasp that left your lips as his tongue worked its magic.
He let his hands squeeze your thigh, making you jump further into his mouth as Lewis let his tongue explore your body. Throwing your head back you moaned at his actions just as one of his fingers slowly entered you. The cool sensation of his rings against your warm skin only added to your pleasure.
“So wet already…” Lewis moaned against your skin. “And I’ve barely even touched you…” He started to speed up his actions, tugging and moaning against your clit which only made your buck your hips harder into his face.
“Lewis please…” The grip you had on his braids tightened as you felt your orgasam approach.
“Please what?” Lewis taunted you with his words, adding another finger and increasing his speed. “I want to hear you say it…”
“Lewis…”
“Don’t act shy now baby, I’ve heard you beg before… say it…”
“Please, Sir…” Your hips bucked into his mouth as you felt that familiar feeling in your stomach. “Please Lewis let me cum, please…”
“How badly do you want it?” He moaned as he felt how wet you continued to grow.
“So badly, please Lewis I want to cum -”
“You cum when I say…” He added another finger as his mouth went back to the clit, sucking on the bud which only brought you closer to your high.
“Please -”
“How good does it feel?”
“So good Lewis, please -”
He cut you off with his words. “You can cum now, I want you to cum all over my tongue.” As he finished he latched onto your clit again, adding more pleasure as your high finally washed over you. Lewis moaned as he felt you finish on his tongue, his hands now wrapped around your thighs, pulling you closer to him so you couldn’t squirm away as you came. “You taste like heaven, my love.” He kissed your clit one last time as he rose back to his feet.
Whilst he held eye contact he slipped his white t-shirt off, standing before you with a smirk. Raising your hands you traced his tattoos until you reached the waistband of his trousers. A playful smile sat on your lips as you let your hands wander, watching his every expression. Lewis grew tired of your light teasing as he grabbed the hem of your dress and pulled it above your head, throwing it across your hotel room.
His hands grabbed your boobs, pulling on your nipples as he ground his hips into yours. You gasped at his actions, your nails gently marking his skin as you raked them down his chest. His lips attached to yours before tugging on your bottom lip, the action making you moan which just allowed Lewis to slip his tongue into your mouth. One hand left your boob and made its way to your jaw, pulling you close to him. Lewis would never tire of this feeling, it was like a drug to him.
He pulled away from your lips reluctantly before he spoke. “I want you…” He took a deep breath before meeting your gaze. “I want a baby y/n… I want one with you… now…”
Lewis didn’t know but you’d wanted him to speak those words to you for a long time. You couldn’t imagine being with anyone else let alone starting a family with anyone else but him.
“Well, I guess we won’t be needed these.” You held up a condom, the sight made Lewis break into a low laugh as he took it from you and threw it towards the bin in the corner of the room.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.” Lewis quickly undone his trousers and kicked them off to the floor along with boxers before he lined himself up with your entrance. “You sure you want this?” He asked, his eyes scanning yours for any hint of hesitance.
“Yes… I do.” You placed a light kiss on his lips. “More than anything.” That was all the Mercedes driver needed. Lewis slowly entered you, moaning at the way you felt around him.
His head fell on your shoulder as he pushed himself inside of you. Lewis stayed still for a second, allowing you to adjust to his size. Despite you and Lewis having been together for a few years you still always needed just a second. When you were ready you planted another kiss on his lips, a silent way of telling him you were ready. Lewis moved his head from the crook of your neck to look at you as he pulled out and thrust back inside of you. He always loved the way your eyes widened at the feel of him.
Lewis started at a steady pace, slowly bringing your hips closer to his as he fucked you on the table. “You feel so good around me…” He moaned as his hands pulled your legs to wrap around his waist, allowing him to fuck you deeper.
“God…”
“God can’t help you now sweetheart.” He slowly picked up the pace as he spoke.
“I wouldn’t want him to.” As you finished your words he suddenly picked you up with him still inside of you and carried you to the bed. Normally Lewis would throw you down and turn you over so he could fuck you from behind but this time things were different. This time the two of you weren’t fucking for fun but to start a family with one another. He set you down on the bed before he started moving again. One hand dipped to your clit, slowly circling it knowing he’d bring you to another high very quickly.
His head fell to your chest, taking your right nipple into his mouth, tugging on the bud with every thrust. Your hands went to his back and struggling to find a grip you dragged your nails along his skin. Lewis twitched slightly at your actions, a low moan escaping his lips as he suddenly started to fuck you harder. He moved his mouth from your nipple to your neck, suppressing his moans he latched onto your skin which only made you dig your nails deeper into him. “Fuck…” You heard him groan as he sped up even more. His mouth soon left your neck, a smirk on his lips as he admired the new mark that would let the world know who you belonged to.
Lewis moved his hands to your hips, thrusting yourself onto his cock. You knew he was close so you wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him closer to you whilst your hands now found his braids once again, tugging as your lips met but you struggled to keep up with his kisses as his cock hit you in places you never knew it could reach. “You’re so cute trying to compose yourself… when we both know all you want to do is scream my name.”
“Lewis please…”
“Please what?” A wicked smile found its way to his lips as he started to play with your clit again. “Oh come on sweetheart you didn’t think I would let you cum again without begging for me, did you?”
“Who says I’ll cum first?” You tried to sound confident but the sudden grip on your left thigh which was now being thrown over his shoulder told him another story. “Fuck Lewis!”
“Louder…” His gaze was stern on you as fucked you at the new angle. “And you will cum, just not yet. I want you to cum when I do… understand?”
Your eyes fluttered open as you spoke. “Yes -”
“Yes what?” He suddenly stopped thrusting but his fingers still worked on your clit, making you squirm. Lewis held your hips down with his free hand so you couldn’t move, his eyes still boring into yours as he spoke again. “I can’t hear you y/n…”
“Yes Sir -”
“Yes Sir what?”
“I won’t cum until you do Sir.”
“Such a good girl.” He pecked your lips before he started to thrust inside of you again. Both of your moans filled the hotel room, not caring how loud the two of you were being as you inched closer to your high. Lewis had begun to slow his pace down ever so slightly, a small sign that you knew he was close. He set your leg down but made sure you kept your legs wrapped around his waist as he added more pressure on your clit.
“Lewis… I’m so close…”
“I know…” He moaned slightly. “So am I… cum when I tell you…”
“Yes Sir.” He always smiled at the use of the petname.
“Good girl…” Your hands clung onto his back as he spoke again. “I want you to cum, now… I want you to cum all over my cock, you gonna do that for me?”
“Fuck yes… Lewis…” You bit his shoulder to cover up your moans as he took one final thrust before he came inside of you. The feeling triggered your high, you came around him which only made him spill more inside of you. He fell onto your chest, not wanting to pull out.
The pair of you lay there together, the only thing filling the air was your light breathless moans. Your nails traced his back tattoos as you kissed his forehead. “You’re amazing…” Lewis moaned into your shoulder, making you laugh as he slowly sat up. Still inside he planted a kiss on your lips as he moved your hair out of your face. He took in your features, grinning like the Cheshire cat. “You always look so beautiful after sex.”
“You don’t look too bad yourself.” Your hand cupped his jaw.
“Glad you noticed.” He winked before he slowly pulled out. He fell beside you on the bed, his hand now falling to your stomach.
“You know I won’t be pregant yet.” You arched your brow at him.
“Oh I know but I can still imagine when you will be.” His eyes met yours. “And I can’t wait.”
“Neither can I.” You shared another kiss when his phone suddenly rang. Jumping apart he looked down at the bedside table to see his brother calling him.
“Shit… what's the time?” He looked over at you with a panicked look.
“Umm…” You glanced over to your phone. “Seven twenty-six… why?”
“We’re twenty-six minutes late to that dinner…” His expression suddenly changed to a sly one. “Was worth it though.”
“Yeah?” You quickly got up to grab your clothes. “Try explaining that to not only your parents but mine.” Lewis smiled at your reaction before he sent you a wink.
“They’ll work it out in nine months.”
Sweet Little Lies - Lando Norris x reader
Lando Norris x albon!sister
Requested? Yes/No: Heyyy I just wanted to, say that your stories are absolutely amazing and I really enjoy reading Them. It would be nice if you could write an Lando Norris x reader maybe Alex albons sister story I would really appreciate it. Best regards💕
Summary: Your brother Alex plans a trip away just before the Italian Grand Prix and invites a few drivers, including Lando Norris.
Warnings: Fluff, cocky Lando, a smidge of angst, classic one-bed trope
Word Count: 5K
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Alex was beyond stressed and needed a break from the track and thankfully for him there was a two-week gap between now and the next race, a gap he wanted to make the most of. He’d asked around a few drivers including George Russell and Lando Norris all of which agreed to join him. He’d booked a large cabin for you all in Sweden, a nice place where you could all relax without the world bothering you.
You and Alex were joined at the hip so there was no question that you wouldn’t be joining him. The pair of you had a three and half year age gap, you being the youngest which made act like your security guard whenever the two of you were with one another. Alex was someone who didn’t like conflict and chose to avoid it wherever possible but that differed when it came to you. Alex may have seemed as if he’d never throw a punch but he did break your old bully’s nose, and he pushed the girl who stole your favourite book down the stairs, oh and not to mention the time he shoved Gasly into a door when he tried to take you on a date.
You were currently sitting in the back of the car, Alex driving whilst Lily was by his side. Looking out the window all you could see was blankets of white covering every tree branch and every inch of ground as far as the eye could see. This place was beautiful, it was no wonder why Alex wanted everyone else to join you all.
“Alex this place is stunning.” Lily smiled, looking over at him before glancing back at you with a smile.
“See I told you I knew what I was doing, I didn’t need an assistant to plan anything,” Alex announced, referencing yours and his conversion from a few days prior where you knew he’d forget something when planning the entire trip.
“Give it a few minutes and we’ll find something Alex missed.” You smiled back at the two of them as he parked the car. George, Lando, Carmen and a few other of your close friends trailed behind you guys in their own cars. Alex parked up before bracing himself for the icy air. He opened the door for Lily whilst you got out on your own before grabbing your bags and heading to the door. Lily had already opened it, waiting for the rest of you to join her.
“It’s even prettier in here…” Lily spoke as he held the door open for you and Alex who was attempting to carry her bags as well as his into the cabin. Your eyes fell onto the others who were now parked and climbing out of their cars. You locked eyes with Lando Norris, only for a second before you turned your back on him and walked inside.
Norris was a cocky little shit. Without the eyes of Alex around, he was a flirt and always wanted to get you alone with him. Whenever he needed to get past you he’d always hold your hips and pull you closer to him before letting his eyes linger on you as he moved past you. If you ever went out with Alex after a race he’d always buy you a drink or two but always away from the eyes of your brother.
“Alex did well.” You smiled at your brother who’d now made his way inside the house with the remaining bags.
“I told you but you never believe me!” He whined yet his expression turned to a warm one when the rest of your friends made their way inside. He embraced George and Lando into hugs before welcoming the rest of your friends giving Lando the chance to talk to you.
“You look cold.” He smirked down at you.
“Well believe it or not it is snowing outside.” You gave him a curious glance. “I know you aren’t the smartest on the grid but I thought you’d know that.”
“Oh I’m aware, just thought you’d be smart and wrap up warm.”
“I have!” You gestured to your jumper.
“And yet you still look cold.” He teased. “Don’t worry I bought plenty of hoodies.”
“Hate to break it to you Lando but my brother might kill you if he catches me wearing a McLaren hoodie with your name and number on it.”
“You never know.” He shrugged. “You look better in McLaren colour than you do in Williams.”
“How would you know?”
“Oh, shit…” The sudden tone of Alex grabbed everyone’s attention including yours and Landos, ripping the pair of you away from your conversation. “You know you said I’d forget something?” He currently held the fridge door open as he looked back at you. “Forgot to buy food as I decided to book a self-catering cabin…”
“Well that’s fine, we passed a shop when we came here it’s not a long drive,” Lando replied. “I don’t mind driving back out to get things.” He looked over at you before he spoke again. “If someone wants to join me that is.”
Alex wasn’t paying much attention to the way Lando looked at you and made a suggestion before he really thought it through. “Take y/n with you, She knows what we all like and what we don’t.” He looked between you both as you gave Lando a side-eye.
“That’s fine by me.” Lando took his keys out of his pocket. “Ready?”
“Let me grab my coat.” You knew if you left the shopping to Lando the lot of you would be eating crackers and crisps for the entirety of your stay. Lando headed out of the door with you by his side, opening the car door he allowed you to climb in before taking his seat. “Do me a favour Norris,” You spoke as he started the car up. “Don’t kill us by driving like an idiot.”
“I drive for a living.” He slowly pulled out of the cabin driveway. “I think we’ll be fine.”
“You drive like an idiot for a living.” You sent him a look as he picked up speed.
“Yeah but I’m alive, aren’t I?”
“For now.”
“Look if we crash Alex would kill us.”
“No, he’ll kill you.” You smirked over at him earning a smile from Lando.
“You may have a point there.”
The pair of you drove in silence to the shop you’d past a while ago. Snow had started to fall as you two grabbed the bags from the boot and headed inside to grab what you needed. Lando grabbed one of the carts and followed closely behind you. Leading him through the store you started to pile all the necessities inside.
“Has Alex always been protective of you?” Lando suddenly asked, breaking the silence the two of you had caused.
“He’s my older brother of course he is.” You turned back to look at him. “Why’d you ask?”
Lando shrugged before he replied. “He just seemed more laid back in the cabin.”
“He’s just more relaxed now he’s here. He’s had a stressful few months hence the getaway.” You grabbed a loaf of bread and placed it in the cart. “When he’s with Lily he’s more relaxed, think that’s one of the reasons why Mum and Dad love her so much, same for me really. When Alex is with her he seems to forget I exist and actually lets me do normal things.”
“You know you’re allowed to be your own person, right?”
“Tell that to Alex.” You sent him another look. “I like that he’s protective. It makes me feel safe, especially in the garages but sometimes I just want to do things without his constant worrying or his watching eyes.”
“And have you told him that?”
“No, would make him cry.” You turned back to look at Lando once again. “Since when did this turn into a therapy session?”
“It’s more of a conversation starter.” He replied. “You’re a nice girl y/n, why wouldn’t I want to start a conversation with you?”
“Don’t let Alex hear you say that -”
“You think he scares me?”
“Clearly not as you find every waking second as an excuse to talk to me.”
“And yet you seem to reply every single time.”
“My parents taught me manners, Lando.”
“So did mine.” He smirked over at you. “Hence why I’m always nice to you.”
“That isn’t true.” A small smile tugged on your lips at the memory. “Remember when you got on the podium and you decided I was the perfect target to be attacked with champagne?”
“If I remember rightly you were laughing at the whole ordeal.”
“Couldn’t kill you in front of the press, could I?” Lando’s smile grew as you met his gaze again. “If that’s what you do when you get on a podium I hate to think what you’d do if you actually won a race.”
“Well that’s something you’ve got to wait for but I’m sure you’ll be here to see it. I swear you live on the track.”
“Of course I do.” You gave him a confused gaze. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“You and Alex are clearly close”
“He stood up for me when I needed him the most. Ever since I was born Alex was protective and wanted nothing but the best for me.” You and Lando started to head towards the tills. “I can’t thank him enough for that.”
“That’s sweet.” He gave you a warm look. “It seems like all you do is be around him though, can never seem to get you alone -”
“And why the sudden interest?”
“Certainly not a sudden interest.” He fired back. “Think you’ve known for a while that I’ve got a soft spot for the little Albon.”
“Little Albon?” You snapped your head around to look at him. “You aren’t exactly tall or old yourself.” Your brows arched as you spoke.
“Oh, I know.” He smirked.
“Alex would kill you if he heard you speaking like this you know.”
“I’m not scared of him.”
“That’s what Gasly said and he still ended up in a door.”
“All Gasly wants is a cheap fuck -”
“Are you calling me cheap Norris?” Your words made his eyes widen in regret.
“I didn’t mean it like that!”
You couldn’t help but laugh at his words. Lando would always try and start up conversations with you. He’d do his best to flirt, mainly by slating other drivers who clearly had an eye for you however much like right now he’d always happened to make a comment and land himself into hot water. That was one thing you did like about Lando, in a matter of seconds he’d go from acting incredibly cocky to begging for your forgiveness.
“Calm down Norris, I know you didn’t mean it like that.” You winked before paying for the food and heading back to your cabin.
The night went on and you could continually feel the gaze of Lando Norris on you. You didn’t mind it really, Lando was an attractive guy and anyone would be flattered having someone like him take an interest in them. Slowly everyone started to filter out of the front room and headed off to bed after the long journey. You too headed off to one of the spare rooms only to find your friend Ben making himself comfortable.
“Ben?” You called out to the blonde boy. “Aren’t you sharing with Sharon? You know… your girlfriend?”
“Sorry y/n but she kicked me out and there’s no way I can sleep on that sofa with my shitty back.” He replied. “I may have made a joke about not wanting to marry her and now she doesn’t want me in the same room as her.”
“Fantastic.” You muttered, grabbing your bag before heading back to the front room knowing Lando would have taken the last room and you’d rather him not catch on that you were on your own. Besides if Alex caught you walking in there you and Lando would find yourselves sleeping in the snow.
Throwing yourself onto the sofa you propped yourself up to fix your gaze on the TV hoping it would bore you enough that you could fall asleep and forget the cold air that grazed your skin. After some time you felt your eyelids growing heavy and the familiar feeling of sleep started to take over your body when a sudden shadow made your heart jump. Sitting up with a sudden shot of panic through your veins you were met with the wide eyes of Lando Norris.
“Fucking hell Lando you scared the shit out of me!” You glared at the boy who stood shirtless before you with a smirk. “What are you even doing in here?”
“I just came in to grab a drink.” He shrugged, casually striding to sit on the sofa you were laying on. “Could ask the same about you…”
You huffed before replying. “Ben’s girlfriend kicked him out of their bed because he made a stupid comment so he took my room and as you can probably guess there are no rooms left.”
“So you thought you’d get frostbite and sleep in here?”
“That was the plan…”
“Idiot…” He spoke with a smirk as he stood up and moved to pick you up. The British boy carried you in his arms bridal style as he walked to his room. “Christ you are cold…” His large hands squeezed your thighs slightly.
“What are you doing?” You whispered. “Alex will kill us if he sees us!” Lando kicked the door open before setting you down on the edge of his bed. He planted his hands beside your sides, leaning down so his face was just inches from yours, his beautiful eyes pouring into yours.
“When are you going to stop worrying about what your brother thinks?” His voice was smooth as you felt his hot breath against your lips. “You need to start living your own life rather than spending it in his shadow -”
“I don’t spend my life in his shadow -”
“Yeah?” He raised his hand and moved your hair from your face before he tucked it behind your ear. “Then why are you so reluctant to spend time with me?”
“Always the centre of attention Norris.” Your brows arched.
Lando let out a small laugh before he spoke. “Someone’s got to be.”
He straightened himself up, looking down at you with the smirk still bright on his face before he took a few steps back to turn the main light off, his face only lit via the small lamp light next to his bed. You couldn’t help but let your eyes flicker down to his chest and torso. You could never lie to yourself that Lando wasn’t attractive, he was stunning. He picked up on your staring immediately, if it was even possible his smirk grew wider. “Enjoying the view?” He moved over to his bags which were only half unpacked, pulling out a hoodie for you, one with his name clearly printed on the front and back.
“Not much else to look at.” You gave him a look as he handed you the hoodie.
“Put it on, you’ll be warmer.”
Your eyes narrowed at his proposition but as much as you wanted to refuse it you knew you couldn’t, it was freezing. Lando climbed into bed, watching you get dressed in his clothes. “Think you should stop staring Lando.”
“It looks good on you.” You glanced in the mirror as he spoke.
“It does.” You spun on your heel to face him again before walking towards his bed. Lando held his arms out, clearly wanting you to fall into them but you ignored him as you got in the opposite side.
“You’ll be cold on your own.” Lando reached over to the lamp, plunging the two of you into darkness.
“I have your hoodie I’ll be fine.”
“You know to actually stay warm we’re supposed to be naked and excanage body heat.”
“I’m not that desperate.” You pulled the duvet around your body as you spoke which earnt you a whine from Lando.
“You’re hogging the duvet.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are!” Lando suddenly pulled the duvet from you, the force making you suddenly fall back further into the bed and closer to the Brit. “See!”
You didn’t say anything as you tried to regain what you’d lost and settle down for the night. Your mind drifts off to what Alex would say if he found out whose bed you were sleeping in but Lando did have a point, you needed to stop thinking about what Alex would think or if he would disagree with your actions. You were your own person who deserved to do what she pleased.
“What’s on your mind?” He broke the silence. You turned around meeting his eyes in the dark room, your action taking him by surprise for a second.
“You’re right.”
“About what?” He arched his brows at your words.
“Alex.” Huffing you continued. “I do think of him every single time I do something, if he’ll approve or if it’ll affect him. I never put myself first.”
“Then you should learn to.” His tone was soft. “You’ll enjoy life a lot more.”
“Who says I don’t enjoy it already?”
He laughed, getting closer to you as he spoke. “I never said you didn’t enjoy it as it is, I’m just saying there’s a lot more you’ll be able to enjoy when you put yourself first. I’m not saying you disregard his feelings -”
“I get what you’re saying, Lando.” Smiling you shut your eyes, the wave of tiredness taking over you. “Thank you.”
“See y/n,” He settled, following your actions. “I do have some sense.”
“Shame you don’t use it.”
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The next morning you opened your eyes to feel the strong grip of Lando around your waist. In the night the pair of you had managed to find your way into one another arms and clearly stayed like that throughout the night. Your head was buried in the crook of his neck and your right thigh was hooked over his waist. You tried to move slightly, hoping to leave before he woke up and realised what position the two of you were in but his grip on your waist suddenly tightened, not allowing you to leave.
“Not trying to run away after I kept you warm all night, are you?” He looked down at you, his floppy brown hair laying in front of his eyes.
Reaching your hand up you pushed your fingers through his hair before replying. “If anyone sees -”
Lando quickly pushed himself up and threw you down onto the bed underneath him. Propping himself up with his hands by the sides of your head he pouted. “What happened to the y/n I spoke to last night? The one that wanted to do things for herself?”
“Lando they’ll kill you and ruin the trip if they catch us -”
“You think I’m afraid of what Alex has to say to me?”
“I’m his sister -”
“I know but I don’t care.” His head fell further towards yours. “I really don’t y/n… he can hate me for what I’m about to do but I know you won’t.”
“What are you -”
Lando cut you off by planting his lips onto yours, his body lowering onto yours as he deepened the kiss. His hand cupped your jaw as he nipped down on your bottom lip. For a second you hesitated but that didn’t make Lando back down, he knew you wanted this as much as he did. You kissed him back, your hands tangling in his hair and pulling him closer to you. The pair of you continued to deepen the act until you eventually pulled apart, gazing at one another with heavy breaths. The pair of you didn’t need to utter a word to know this had to be kept a secret, something Lando agreed with surprisingly.
Alex didn’t know, until now.
“Be careful today.” You were sat in Lando’s driver's room, watching as he got ready for his race.
Today was the Singapore Grand Prix and you’d managed to sneak off to see Lando, lying to Alex but thankfully Lily was around so hopefully, you’d get away with it. You and Lando had been dating for four months now and you knew you had to tell Alex soon. It was something you wanted to never think about when you were with Lando, never wanting your brother to tear the two of you apart. You’d tried to push that thought at the back of your mind as Lando spoke.
“You know I will be.” He leaned forward to place a kiss on your lips. He looked down at you as he pulled away, frowning at your gaze. “What’s wrong?”
“We need to tell him.”
“We will… look Alex loves me.” Lando’s cocky smile spread onto his lips. “And he loves you so basically if you put that together he’ll love the idea of us being together.”
“Or he’ll hate it -”
“So negative y/n…” He leant down again, this time he kissed you for longer, his hand cupping your jaw as he pulled you closer to him. His knees kicked your legs apart so his body could touch yours. You moaned at his actions which just made Lando smirk into the kiss as he deepened it, never wanting the moment to end.
Whilst you and Lando were having your moment Alex was making a discovery whilst he got ready for the race. He and Lily were also in his driver’s room but not doing the same as you and Lando.
“She’s been getting that drink for a while…” Alex trailed off, looking at Lily as he zipped up his suit. “Maybe I should get someone to go and find her -”
“She’s an adult Alex,” Lily replied. “She probably just ended up bumping into someone. She knows a lot of people here, maybe Max’s mum saw her, or maybe Daniel’s nephew, he’d always liked her -”
“She has a drink in her bag.” Alex huffed. “She always carries water.” He stalked over to your bag which was sitting beside his helmet. Snatching the small black backpack he unzipped it and pulled out a bottle of water and held it towards Lily. “See!”
“She might’ve not wanted water, just text her Alex -” Lily tried to reason with him. Lily and you adored one another and she knew how protective Alex could be. Throughout their relationship, she’d tried to get him to ease off his big brother duties, even for just a second but Alex never faltered.
“I’m going to go find her, I’ve got time…” Alex slowly stopped his words as he opened your bag wider to throw the water inside. His eyes widened at the sight before him, setting the water down he reached his hand inside, his actions catching Lily’s attention.
“What?” Her gaze narrowed as her boyfriend pulled out a small polaroid. He spun it around so she could see what he was looking at. The photo showed Lando kissing your cheek as you wore one of his hoodies, a small hickey making an appearance on your neck, something you’d clearly covered up when Alex was around. Lily watched as Alex set the bag aside and without a word he spun on his heel and headed outside to the McLaren driver's room, still holding the photo in his hand. “Alex -”
“Don’t Lily,” Alex spoke, not looking at her as he stormed off.
“Alex please just think about what you’re doing -”
“That’s my sister!” He spun around to face her, holding the photo out. “And that’s my friend kissing her…” His face was full of hurt as he stepped away again. Lily knew she’d defend you but she also knew how Alex must have felt knowing his own sister lied to him.
Your hand was now in Lando’s hair, the kiss deepening with every second when the door suddenly opened and an angry Alex stepped into the room. Lando quickly jumped back, snapping his head around to meet his friend’s eye. Lily was close behind him, her eyes meeting yours with a regrettable look, knowing what was about to happen.
“Do you two want to explain or are you going to continue to lie?” Alex now shifted his gaze to look between the two of you rather than focusing just on Lando.
“Alex, mate please calm down -” Lando spoke.
“Don’t tell me to calm down! You’re my friend and you’ve been dating my sister behind my back!”
“It’s not like we wanted to.” Your hand found Lando’s as you joined in. “I was scared how you’d react -”
“And you think I’d react better if you just lied to me?”
“Mate don’t take it out on her. I was the one that made her lie, I was afraid to tell you, not her. y/n wanted to tell you after a month but I said no, I was scared. I hid everything from you.” Your eyes jumped to Lando as he spoke. His words weren’t true, it was the opposite. He was prepared to tell Alex but you were the one who’d been afraid to tell your brother. “I love her and the last thing I ever wanted to do was to break you two apart but I can’t help my feelings.”
Alex took a deep breath before looking at you. “Can we talk? Just you and me?”
You nodded, squeezing Lando’s hand as a silent way to let him know that everything would be okay. He added the pressure back before he and Lily left the room. “I’ll be right outside if you need me.” He called to you before shutting the door, leaving you and your brother alone.
For a moment you were both silent. He threw the photo on the table you were still sitting on before running a hand through his hair. “When did it all start?”
“The day we went away at the beginning of the season. Ben took the last room and well… Lando didn’t want me to freeze on the sofa.”
Alex nodded before asking another question. “So like four months now, right?”
“Yes…”
“And what Lando said was true?”
You hesitated for a second on this question. Lando had lied to Alex about the reasons why the two of you had kept it quiet for so long and you knew if you told Alex that Lando had lied to him again then he’d never forgive you. “Yes…”
“And do you love him?”
“Of course I do Alex. At first, I thought he was a cocky little shit and he still is that but there’s more to him than that. He surprises me with gifts, he makes me feel safe, he plans all the dates we go on, he just makes me feel comfortable when we’re together and I love him, Alex. I can’t help who I fall for and I know you’d rather see me with anyone else but him -”
“I don’t hate him you know…” He cut you off. “I just wish it wasn’t him…” Alex made his way towards you as you jumped off the table. “Why didn’t you tell me y/n, we trust one another, don’t we?”
“Of course we do Alex. We’ve been close ever since we were kids but Lando was the one who was scared and I love him so I respected his wishes. I know you’d do the same for Lily.”
He knew you were right, he would do the same for Lily and if you loved Lando like he loved Lily he knew he could warm up to the thought of you two being together, it would just take time. He also knew he could never stay mad at you for very long. Even that one time when you were kids and you accidentally set his favourite toy car on fire, he didn’t stay mad for long. Without uttering a word Alex pulled you into a hug, although this wouldn’t be over instantly he wanted to put your mind at ease.
Alex stepped back, a small smile on his lips as he looked at you. “Lando!” Alex called out. The brunette quickly opened the door, poking his head around the door before he shuffled inside. He awkwardly looked over to you and then back to Alex, hoping to see the two of you make up. Alex walked towards the door, his eyes fixed on Lando. “Now you know I’m not the type to cause any fights or conflict for that matter but if you happen to make my sister cry or just upset her in any way I’ll make sure McLaren replaces you next.” Shoving Lando slightly he left the room, leaving you and Lando alone.
“Why did you lie?” You spoke to your boyfriend, knowing Alex would have left with Lily.
“Why?” Lando asked as he strode towards you, a smile on his lips as his hands snaked around your waist, pulling you into his chest. “Because I know how much Alex means to you and the last thing I ever wanted to do was to break the two of you apart. I love you and if I have to lie to make sure you and Alex don’t argue then that’s what I’ll do, it’s what you do when you’re in love.”
You leant up and took his lips into yours. Your hand were resting on his chest as you lightly tugged on his race suit, pulling you closer to him before pulling back to speak. “Thank you.”
“Anything for you y/n, even if Alex hates me for a while…”
“I can live with that, he’ll get over it.”
“He’s going to have to.” Lando mirrored the gleaming smile on your face as he kissed you again.
It may have taken time for Alex to forgive the two of you for keeping your secret from him but seeing his sister happy, even if it was with Lando Norris, made it all worth it.
Hi lovely! I was wondering if you write for all F1 drivers? As in the upcoming ones like Nyck and will you still write for Daniel?
Heyy! Yeah I do! I write for all f1 drivers as well as those in f2 and f3 :) I still write for Daniel and other drivers such as Seb and Mick who may not be in the sport anymore and also those who are now just joining f1 :)
Have a good day love <3