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Room for One

Warnings: ROUGH Smut

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x teammate!fem!reader

Summary: Y/N and Charles end up sharing a room. And a bed.

“Why her?” Charles said, scrunching his nose in disgust. “Trust me,” you retorted, “I have it worse than you do,”. He scoffed, rolling his eyes as he lifted his suitcase up. You attempted to do the same, but it was too heavy, making it fall into your foot. “Can’t even lift a suitcase,” he sneered, making your cheeks go red as you rolled your eyes. “Give it,” he snapped. “No, I can do it myself,” you replied. “In a million years, sure,” he jeered, taking the case easily in one hand. You were embarrassed, no doubt, but there was no way you were ever going to let Charles know that. He dropped it rather roughly onto the floor, making you elbow him as you walked past. He didn’t react, of course he wouldn’t, not with those fucking rock hard abs. Shit, you couldn’t be having these thoughts.

“What the fuck?!” Charles exclaimed from the other room, making you walk on. “What is- where the fuck is the other bed?” you snapped, glaring at him. “Well it’s not in my fucking bag is it?” he retorted. You rolled your eyes. “Pillow wall,” you added, walking off. You’d both finished unpacking and made your own separate dinners, scared the other one would probably poison it. You went to bed first, too tired of your fucking Ferrari teammate for anything. He came it bed a few minutes later. You were watching tik toks, but your eyes could help drifting towards Charles’ shirtless body. “Take photos, it’ll last longer,” he joked spitefully. You ignored him, cheeks red as you turned over.

“Turn that down,” he said, back to you. Instead, you put the volume to maximum, making him glare at you. “Down,” he repeated. “No,” you said simply, a smile on your face. “Oh, you wanna make loud noises, huh?” he said, leaning forwards. You didn’t reply as his fingers dipped between your legs, a small wet patch growing between your legs as he rubbed. “Charles…” you muttered as he pulled down your cotton shorts and thong, revealing your pussy. With one hand, he unbuckled his shorts, cock springing free as he spread your legs. “Why’d you carry around a condom? Think you’d actually get bitches?” you couldn’t help saying.

“Got you, didn’t I, you little bitch,” he retorted, rolling the condom down his cock. “Move,” he said, still petty like always. You did so, giving him easy access as he pushed in you. You’d expected him to at least let you adjust, but, fuck no. He started pounding almost immediately as your eyes rolled back. “Charles!” you whimpered quietly, he was hitting the perfect places. “Make more noise than that fucking tik tok,” he threw your phone to the floor as he pushed harder. A scream of pleasure left your lips as Charles smirked at you. “Not even trying,” he shrugged. You tried to say ‘cocky little shit’ but it came out more as an incoherent babble. He was never gonna let you forget the way you came round his cock.

5 times.

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagines

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Little Lando Norris

Warnings: None!

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

A/N: I can’t stop thinking about the race where Lando fell asleep and Crofty was like “…and it’s all too much for little Lando Norris,”. LIKE. AWWWWW

“I don’t wanna do this, Y/N,” Lando said, his breathing heavy as he paced the room quickly. You were sitting on the edge of his bed, a pitiful expression on your face, your satin pearlescent shirt framing your body perfectly. “Lando-“ you began but he was still babbling endlessly. “Lando,” you repeated, louder and more firm as he stopped and look up. “Sorry, I was rambling,” he stuttered. “You were. Now sit,” you commanded, patting the part of the bed next to you. He did what you said, leaning his head on your shoulder. You ran your hand through his messy curls, you could smell the coconut shampoo he used. “Lan, baby,” you said quietly, your voice soothing and gentle, “you’re gonna do amazing, you always do,”. 

“Yeah, but what if I don’t?” he sniffed, “It’s my home race as well,”. You gently manoeuvred your boyfriend onto the bed, his head resting on your stomach as you sat up. “They love you Lando. Almost, and I mean, almost as much as I love you,” you added, making him laugh softly. “I know it’s a lot for you, baby,” you whispered, “but I’m here for you, aren’t I?”. He hummed softly, his bright emerald them eyes locking with you’re as one of his delicate curls fell onto his forehead. He was so beautiful, and you couldn’t help but think how lucky you were to have him. And you were, he was an amazing boyfriend and he’d always been there for you, what harm did it to repay the favour?

“Y/N,” Lando began, cheeks blushing red as he looked up at you. You looked down, your hand still tangling through his locks, signalling for him to continue. “I love you, so so so much,” he said, his fingers locking with yours. Your cheeks developed a pink tinge at his words. You’d been dating for 6 months, and still, those words made butterflies flutter in your stomach. “I love you too, Lan,” you said quietly. “Sleep?” he said, sitting up. You nodded, moving the duvet as Lando slipped inside. You did the same, he reacted by pushing his knee between your legs, pulling your foot over his waist. You giggled as he nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck. “Night, princess,” Lando said, the words vibrating against your collarbone. “Night, Lan,” you kissed him gently. 

The sun peeked through the curtains, waking you up as your eyes fluttered open. Lando was still fast asleep, he’d moved in his sleep so his back was to you,his chest rising and falling. He whined quietly in his sleep, turning over so he was facing you. His lashes gently wavered as you watched him. His lips were parted gently, curls messy on his head, but that was normal, his hair was always messy. You were so lucky.

#lando norris imagines #lando norris #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x reader #smut #lando norris imagine #lando norris x you #lando norris fanfic

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Think of Yourself

Warnings: Angst

Pairing: Max Verstappen x fem!reader

Summary: Max breaks up with Y/N so she can care for herself. Inspired by GHOST TOWN by Benson Boone (oops 🤭🤭), also has other Benson song lyrics.

“Max, you’ve barely spoken to me the entire day,” you finally said, slumping in your car seat. Max didn’t say anything, instead, his eyes narrowed and his grip on the steering wheel tightened. “Max?” you waved your hand in front of his eyes. “I’m driving, Y/N,” he said, speeding up. “Okay, so you can respond to that, but-“ you started, but he wasn’t having it. “Y/N. We can talk about it at home,” he said, firmly. By the time he had rolled into the driveway, you finally opened your mouth, walking onto the house. “So, what is it?” you asked, sitting on the sofa as Max followed. “It’s about this relationship, Y/N,” he sighed, making you sit up slightly. “Yeah?” you muttered, shaking slightly. “Baby, I love you, I really do,” he said, your face changed, you knew where this was going, “I’m doing this for you, hear me out,”. If it was going to end, you wanted to know why, you gulped down the lump in your throat and looked back up at him. “Y/N, you don’t focus enough on yourself,” he said, his voice almost pleading.

You fill me up 'til you're empty. I took too much and you let me. 

You didn’t say anything, still in shock from his words. He didn’t say anything either, waiting for a reaction from you. “What do you mean…exactly?” you said, voice quiet, your words almost came out in a whisper. “I’ve felt this for a few days now,” he continued, closing his eyes, “maybe we’re nit meant to be, Y/N,”. You shake your head firmly. “That’s not true, Max, we’ve done everything together, we’re meant to be,” you said, tears filling your eyes. “Hey, no tears, Y/N, please,” he begged, kneeling down in front of you as he gently clasped your hands. “Maybe we’re not meant to be together,” he repeated. 

If my hand is not the one you're meant to hold…

“Max…” you whispered, a tear falling down your cheeks and onto his hand. He didn’t wipe it away, instead, his bright blue eyes watched as it rolled down his hand. “Y/N, it’s okay,” he said, pressing gentle kisses on to your forehead and cheek. “No one is gonna love me,” you whimpered, your hands covering your face. Max gently pulled them down as he sighed. 

Maybe you'd be happier with someone else,

Maybe loving me's the reason you can't love yourself.

“What about everything we have together?” you asked, sniffing softly. He didn’t say anything, thinking about your words. His eyebrows narrowed as he stood up and sat beside you, his fingers interlocking with yours. You thought about resisting, maybe pushing him away from you, walking away or removing your hand, but decided against it. “I’m not sure,” he said. “We need to stop it all,” you said firmly, taking some sort of control. “We have to stop this,” he added, removing his hand. “Take down everything we’ve made together,” you muttered.

Before I turn your heart into a ghost town,

Show me everything we built so I can tear it all down.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” you said, interrupting what he was about to say. “Why?”. He frowned, cocked his head to the side like a confused puppy. “Why what?” he asked. “Why are you dumping me?” you said, it hurt to say it out loud. “I’m not dumping you. We’re breaking up, that’s why I’m telling you beforehand,” he said, frowning at your words. “It’s the same thing, Max. Please answer my question,” you shook your head. He gulped, looking at you firmly before he responded. “Just because,” he blinked. You sighed, he was never too good with feelings. “Y/N, I can’t handle this relationship. We’ve had more arguments than usual,” he added. “What?” you said, raising an eyebrow. “I’m too immature for you, I’m stupid,” he shook his head. 

He's dumb, if you blink he'll blow up like a gun

Jumping to conclusions just for fun,

That guy, needs somebody to hold,

Needs somebody he knows.

“I think I should go,” you said. You hadn’t been unpacked your suitcase, so it was easy for you to wheel out of the house. You didn’t even look back as you slowly walked down the patio, tears streaming down your face. And as he watched you walk away from the house, from him, from his life, he knew he had made a mistake. Sending you away was not how he would improve your life. No. It took every part of his body not to run after you, stopping you from leaving him forever. Only now did he realise how much he needed you in his life. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. It wasn’t supposed to end like this, he depended on you, you made his life so much better. He couldn’t. But he had to. He’d broken you. He already knew it. He couldn’t stop it anymore. 

Where the hell did she go?

It kinda makes me feel like

I wish I could change my name

I wish I could start again

Fly me to a lonely place where you'll never see my face

So you'll never feel the pain of

What was

When you're standing in the rain, calling out my name

Nothing's gonna change

#max verstappen x reader #max verstappen imagines #max verstappen x y/n #max verstappen #angst

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Breaking Down Barriers - Part One

Warnings: Swearing

Pairing: Lando Norris x Senna!fem!reader

Summary: A/N - I’m making Lando slightly younger and Oscar slightly older for this, you’ll see why in the fic! This also means I’m making the othwr (Max, George, Charles, Alex) also the same age as Lando. I hope you enjoy xx

“Y/N, wake up!” a voice shrieked in your ear, making you groan as you turned over. The sky outside was dark, nothing but a small table lamp illuminating the entire room. “Y/N, c’mon,” the voice whispered again, shaking you as you sat up slowly. “What?” you said groggily, rubbing your eyes as you attempted to somewhat smoothen your wild hair over. Your best friend, Esmerelda (or Esme for short) was leaning over you, her bright emerald eyes shining. “Fuck, we’ve got to go!” you said, standing up quickly, your foot tangling on a wire as you stumbled down. Esme rolled her eyes as she threw a tube top and jeans at you, followed by a lanyard with a card attached.

You had both been planning this trip to the Bahrain Grand Prix for ages, even though it majorly clashed with your sleep schedule. Your outfit was finished off with a small silver bow on the back of your head, along with your glasses. As soon as your stepped outside the hotel, the cool air hit your skin, making you shiver. Esme took your hand, yanking you into the car. Oh how you regretted not bringing a coat. In less than half an hour, you managed to arrive at the track. Your uncle had gifted you two paddock passes for your birthday as a present for your work in Uni. And you’d be damned if you didn’t use them. You had been an F1 fan ever since you were little, your father being one of the main reasons. Thinking about him brought tears to your eyes.

You had only known him for three years, not long enough to make any memories you could truly remember. Ayrton Senna. One of the greatest racing legends in Formula One history. You shook your head, now was not the time to think about him, as much as you loved him. You walked through the massive gateway, scanning your little cards on the machine, the metal bollard lifting up as you walked in. You were amazed, you hadn’t been to a race for ages. This was probably the closest you were ever going to get to any of the drivers, you didn’t really expect to see anyone famous, you thought, just as Zak Brown walked past. It wasn’t a surprise you had a slightly bias towards the McLaren team, Oscar Piastri seemed to be quite the enthusiastic young rookie. And Lando Norris, you didn’t really know much about him, but he seemed like a good racer.

“McLaren?” you shrugged, unsure. “Nah, we can stay there and watch the race. We should visit other teams first, Mercedes?” she said, a mischievous grin on her face. Of course, what with her little crush on George. « Wonder why you wanna go there,” you said with a smirk as Esme’s cheeks reddened. “Oh please, I still find it crazy that you don’t like anyone on the grid,”. You shook your head, you were not having this conversation with your best friend again. Half begrudgingly, you followed Esme to the garage. You scanned your passes onto the little machine, following a lady in as she directed you to the visitors side of the booth. Just as you sat down, Lewis walked in. You were happy to say you had met him a few times, and he was just as lovely as people made out.

Esme wolf-whistled with a grin at you as you rolled your eyes. “Focus on one, girl,” you hissed back. After paying a visit to a few other garages - Red Bull, Ferrari and Haas - you made your way to McLaren. “Fuck, I should’ve brought a coat,” you rubbed your arms as Esme clucked her tongue. “What did I tell you?” she shrugged. “You didn’t say anything you liar!” you snapped sarcastically.

You checked the small golden watch on your wrist - a present from your grandmother - seeing you didn’t have long until the race started. You had been lucky enough to have know Oscar Piastri since childhood, attending the same school as well as going round each other’s houses during the summer and winter breaks. He was a year older than you however the bond both of you had formed with each other absolutely exceeded any age barriers. You pulled out your phone, opening the recent snap Oscar had sent you (a very interestingly shot angle of one of the McLaren engineers), sending one back of your VIP pass. It didn’t take long for the little typing bubble to appear in the bottom left corner, before the message appeared under his name. 

my fave aussie 🇦🇺❤️

I better see u in the McLaren garage. got some ppl to introduce u 2 xx

“Ya know,” Esme said, kicking her foot up in a puddle, “I still don’t believe that you don’t like that Piastri bloke,”. You scrunched your nose, you’d seen Oscar as nothing more than a friend and never intended to see him as anything else. “Oh 

please, this ‘Piastri bloke’ is a friend and that’s it,” you said, making air quotes as she snorted. “Mhm, sure,” she nodded with fake acceptance. You shook your head, once Esme had made her mind up about something, she wasn’t changing it. A woman scanned your passes as you entered the garage, you knew this place like the back of your hand. Immediately, you took a right, taking control of the directions as your eyes locked on to the vibrant helmet of the Australian rookie. “Oscar!” you called out, over the loud noises of the cats in the other garages. He didn’t hear you, so you cupped your month with your hands and yelled his name out again. He turned around, removing his helmet and balaclava as he strolled causally towards you. 

This was probably why you got on with him so well, he was never overexcited and always had clear and obvious control of all conversation and activities. “Y/N, if it isn’t my favourite Brazilian,” he said, the classic line he used when he saw you. “Mhm, if it isn’t my fave Australian,” you fist bumped him as he looked at Esme. She smiled and waved, she didn’t want to interfere with your friendship too much. “May I introduce you to some people?” Oscar said, perfectly fitting his polite cat representation. “Lando!” the rookie called across the garage, gesturing for him to come over. You looked away from your best friend, eyes meeting with a pair of deep green ones. Lando. You’d never really been too curious to know him but you couldn’t help thinking there might just be a story behind his eyes. His chocolate brown curls rested perfectly on his forehead, skin clearly tanned from the sun his lips parted in gentle concentration. 

“Hey mate,” the Brit said, fist bumping Oscar before turning to you. “This is Y/N, and her friend, Esme,”. You gave a little wave, quite the opposite to your friend. She immediately stepped forward, almost tripping over you as she gushed over the man. He nodded at her words, though, after you exchanged a side eye with Oscar, you were 100% sure it was only out of kindness that he didn’t walk away. He turned to you halfway through Esme’s fangirling, a small smile on his face. “Y/N,” he said with a smile, “I’ve heard great things about you,”. Your cheeks reddened, of course Oscar was talking about you. “I’m sure we could get to know each other some other time but-“ he started again, before someone called his name. “I have to go, catch up later!” he called, hurrying off. 

“Thoughts?” Oscar said, a soft smile on his face. “He’s sweet, I guess,” you didn’t really know him that well. The race went well for McLaren, Oscar and Lando both on the podium. You went with the team to celebrate the victory, standing beneath the podium. You smiled and waved at Oscar, the cold still getting to you. Esme had to head home to drop her little brother of someone, but you decided to stay. Oscar had a debrief with the rest of them team. Ignoring the coldness on your arms, you stood along the pit wall, looking across the track. You’d always been interested in strategy, so you took out your notepad and pen and thought to yourself. Maybe if they’d pitted Lando earlier, a win might’ve been possible…

Your train of thoughts was interrupted by the rain falling out your arms, followed by them immediately stopping. You looked up, a bright orange umbrella over your head. “Didn’t want you getting wet,” Lando shrugged quietly. “You’re also getting wet,” you pointed out, he wasn’t standing underneath it either. He nodded awkwardly, stepping forwards, his shoulder brushed against yours as his eyes turned to the notebook. “What are you writing?” he asked. “Just thinking. About what could’ve happened,” you said vaguely. “Can I see?” he asked, as you handed the book to him. “This is…amazing, wow,” he read through it, emerald eyes flickering over the messy scribbles. “It’s nothing, really, it’s a hobby. I thought strategy would help with getting a job in the future. Clearly, it didn’t,” you said jokingly, but Lando didn’t laugh. “It can, though,” he frowned. “Tell you what, can you ask Oscar to bring you to the HQ in Woking on Tuesday?” he asked, eyes sparkling as his lips parted gently. You nodded, what on earth could he need from you?

You were still unsure of why Lando wanted you to meet with him, but you decided to go anyways. “And you’re sure you don’t know why?” Oscar said, accompanying you as he strolled casually towards the headquarters. “If I knew, would I have this face?” you said, pulling the most ridiculous confused expression. He shook his head as he walked into the building. Lando wasn’t wearing his team kit, instead, a simple cream jumper with baggy beige jeans. His hair sat in their natural curls on his forehead, eyes twinkling as he saw you all. He waved over as he greeted Oscar. He paused for a second as he look at you, before he smiled and said a simple ‘hello’. You returned it before following him down corridor.

You were absolutely surprised to see Zak Brown sitting in a chair in front of you. You gulped, taking a seat as Lando and Oscar sat either side of you. “Y/N,” the American nodded. “It’s lovely to meet you, Oscar talks about you. A lot,” he added with a chuckle. “Good things I hope?” you said laughing awkwardly. “I was looking at your resumé,” he continued, making your eyes widen. “I’m going to be straight up with you, no extra layers or anything,” he said, making you sit back in your chair as you anticipated his words.

“Y/N, would you be interested in working for McLaren?” “I…absolutely, but how-?” “Lando put in a few words for you. Oscar did too,”

You turned to the Oscar, beaming as you looked at him. “But, which job?” you realised this weren’t sure which. “Lando said you had quite the knack for strategy,” your cheeks flushed as the Brit gave you an apologetic grin. “As you might be aware, Lando’s engineer has left. We are yet for a replacement,” Zak said, making you suddenly realise what he was going to ask. “Would you like to replace him?” the American smiled. “Of course, travel-?” you added. “All covered,” Oscar smiled, nudging you, “even it wasn’t, I’d pay for you, silly,”. You giggled, throwing your arms around Oscar’s neck as he laughed. You turned to Lando, almost doing the same before you realised exactly what you were doing. Your eyes widened as your cheeks filled with redness. “Alright. We’ll see you in Saudi, tomorrow, at 9am,” Zak nodded. Holy shit.

#lando norris x y/n #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagines #lando norris #f1 #oscar piastri #zak brown #mclaren f1 #ln4 #ln4 x reader #ln4 imagine #ln4 fluff #ln4 fic #mclaren

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Big Sissy

Warnings: Smut, 18+

Pairing: Lando Norris x babysitter!fem!reader

Summary: Y/N looks after Lando’s kid for the weekend, and she gets paid very very well afterwards. A/N: it’s hard to imagine Lando with his own kid, in my opinion, he’s just a lil kid himself 😭 Don’t worry, contradictory to the title, this is not incestuous

You were more than happy to sit for Lando again, he’d hired you almost a year ago to look after his darling daughter, Erin. She was an angel, really, and you needed the extra cash.

“Erin, love, do you want to eat something?” you said, popping your hand into the living room. The little girl shook her head, babbling incoherently as you smiled. You were wearing nothing but a satin top and panties, the Singapore best was astonishing. It was crazy how people managed it. Lando was supposed to be home by 8pm, you looked at the clock, it was 7:12pm right now. You turned back to the girl, she had a little cooking set laid out on the floor, little plastic foods being gently laid into pans. How you would have loved to be a kid again. Suddenly, the door opened, making you turn your head. “Hi bubs,” Lando said, planting a gentle kiss on his daughter’s forehead. “Hey Y/N,” he nodded to you, you noticed his voice dropped an octave as he addressed you.

“You’re early,” you said, narrowing your eyes. “Don’t worry, you’ll get your full payment,” he joked, making you laugh “but, can you do tomorrow too?” he said. He had only asked for today, and your hotel being an hour away from here didn’t help. “My hotel’s really far, can you get someone else?” you said apologetically. “Yes but, c’mon, no one’s as good as you are. Or pretty, and you can stay upstairs,” Lando said pleadingly. But you didn’t miss what he said. Pretty? “Fine,” you rolled your eyes playfully. He nodded thankfully as he lifted Erin up. “Bed time, princess,” he said, as she cuddled against his chest. You made to go to the guest room (where you’d stayed times before) but he shook his head. “Let’s watch something,” he smiled. You nodded, sitting on the sofa as you waited for him.

The heat was getting for you, so you undid the top three buttons of your shirt, slouching down as Lando reappeared. He was wearing an incredibly see through white tank top that showed off his abs and a pair of simple black shorts. Three metal chains dangled off his neck as he shook his curls gently.

“Sooooooo, anything in mind,” he said, lips parting slightly as his eyes bore in you. You shook your head, allowing him to be in control. Fuck, that sounded so wrong. His eyes went back to the screen as he settled on an old F1 race. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t notice his eyes roving over your body, especially lingering on your slightly exposed chest. Fuck it, you only live once. Taking the risk, you flexed your arms back, the shirt showing more of your cleavage. “I’ll get some wine or shit,” Lando muttered, cheeks flushed. He came back with two glasses, pouring the red liquid out for you as he did the same for himself. You sipped gently at the liquid, swirling it around. “Nice top,” Lando said, turning to you, “so, was Erin good for you?”. You shrugged, “she always is,”. He smiled. “Just like you, hm?” his eyes darkened. “Lando…” you immediately understood the sexual connotations behind his words. 

“Don’t think you can just practically strip like that,” he said, running his hand through his hair, his arm flexing. “Take what you want, Y/N, I’m not gonna give it to you,” he narrowed his eyes. A new kind of confidence seemed to overtake as you crawled onto him, a small patch of wetness dragging along his thigh. “Already? I haven’t touched you,” he raised his eyebrows. You blushed but he nudged your hand towards the waistband of his pants. Fuck. You pulled his boxers down as well, his cock springing up, hard and leaking. Double fuck. How was it supposed to fit?! Lando seemed to have read your mind as he chuckled. “Don’t worry, beautiful,” he said, voice deep as he lifted your hips. He gently lowered you, small, quiet whimpers escaping your lips as he wriggled slightly. “So tight, shit,” he muttered. After you) adjusted, he let you bounce gently, his big fingers undoing the buttons of your top as your tits bounced. 

��Lando…” you whined, nails sinking into his shoulders as you quickened your pace. His hands clamped around you waist, holding you firm and still as he bucked his hips up. He quickened his pace, your eyes rolling back as he covered your mouth. “Erin’s asleep,” he whispered. A few pounds later, you felt the knot in your stomach unravel. “Daddy!” you cried out, your cum spilling and mixing with his. You both panted, before Lando’s lips locked onto yours. “Night, love,” he whispered. 

The next morning, you sat at the breakfast bar, the feelings of last night still in your mind, eating the freshly cut green apple. Lando wasn’t showing much feeling, a smile permanently on his face however, small kissed on your cheeks, nose, forehead and lips interrupting his pancake making. “Hello sissy,” Erin babbled, walking in as she smiled. “Sissy?” you frowned, confused. “Yeah,” she nodded, just as confused as you. “Why’s that, bubs?” Lando said, puzzled. “Because I heard you last night, when you called him your daddy!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands together excitedly. Lando burst into laughter as the colour drained from your face. This girl was permanently SCARRED. 

#lando norris x y/n #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagines #lando norris

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THE FIRST PART OF LN4 FIC IS COMING OUT TOMORROW 10AM BRITISH TIME!

ALSO PLS READ @pinkswaet’s blog it’s so amazing. I love it. If you wanna know or care why I haven’t been writing this much, I’ve been reading too.

#lando norris #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagines #mclaren #ln4 #ln4 x reader #ln4 imagine #ln4 fluff #ln4 fic #oscar piastri #mclaren f1 #op81

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Toxic - Part 2

Warnings: Angst, Smut, Fluff, Oral (female receiving), face sitting

Pairing: Max Verstappen x fem!reader

Notes: Y/N is friends with Charlotte Sine

It was safe to say, you were truly pissed off at Max. If he really thought it wasn’t that big of a deal to say something as insulting as what he said, then he needed to sort out his priorities.

“Lottie, I’m not gonna chase after him for an apology,” you sighed, frowning as the girl shook her head. “I never said chase him. Just…you love him, so prompt it out of him,” she suggested, shrugging. “And I thought you knew me,” you said sarcastically. She elbowed you playfully as you laughed. Neither you nor Max had spoken to each other the entire morning, and you used a shopping spree with Charlotte as a way to avoid Max. “It’s time to go home,” Charlotte shook her head as you pleaded to stay at hers. “Please, can I just stay at yours for one night?” you folded your hands together as she scoffed. “Absolutely not,” she turned away with a shake of her head.

Groaning, you headed to your important, crossing your arms as you planned excuses not to speak to Max. However, you immediately surprised when you were welcomed by the lights dimmed to a dark orange, the floor covered in dark pink rose petals and scented candles lit on the windowsill. Dropping your keys onto the table beside the door, you slowly walked inside, your curiosity getting the better of you. The petals lead to Max’s room, your eyes locking with his icy blue ones as you walked in. “What are you doing?” you asked, no expression in your voice. “Fixing everything,” he gestured vaguely to you and him. You said nothing as he grabbed your hand, sitting you down on the bed. “Please let me make it up to you,” he whispered.

You didn’t say anything as he got on his knees. Slowly, he lifted up your small skirt, his finger gliding along your thong. Your cheeks flushed at how wet you were, a small smirk on his lips as he ran his finger through your folds. You stifled your noises as he leaned forwards, his nose brushing against your clit. His tongue flicked against your wetness as a soft whimper left your lips. His finger slowly crept into your hole as he stretched it out slowly. He pulled back as your chest rose and fell slowly. He lifting you up, lifting you on to his chest as he lay down on the bed. “What are you doing?” you said quietly.

He didn’t reply as he guided your thighs on either side of his face. “Max…” you groaned as your pussy made contact with his lips. You looked down, his eyes shining at you as you felt his smile against you. You juices trailed down his chin and neck, some of it falling onto his lashes as you moved your hips slowly. You felt a knot in your stomach unravel as you moaned, Max’s eyes closing tightly as the liquid spilled onto his face. Most if it went down his throat, you could feel his Adam’s apple roll as he swallowed, your eyes screwed shut. He lifted you up, laying you down as you panted.

“I’m so so sorry, Y/N,” he started, “I shouldn’t have said what I did, you’re nothing I said you were yesterday, you’re a princess and nothing but, and I’ll make sure you feel like one,” he pressed a soft kiss to your lips as you smiled. “Thank you Maxie,” you whispered.

#max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen imagines #max verstappen x y/n #max verstappen #fluff #smut

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Friend Shouldn’t. But They Will. p3

Warnings: Sexual Tension, Intense Smut, Angst, Fluff, A lot of dirty talk, no condom, oral from both sides, fingering

Pairing: Max Verstappen x leclerc!fem!reader

Summary: Things get a “little” heated between Y/N and Max.

You could hardly deny the obvious sexual tension between you and Max. But you could ignore it. You wanted to see and know what Max would do, what his reaction would be if you chose to ignore what you both wanted so very badly. There was a knock on Charles’ door, making you look up from your phone. Your brother had gone to find himself a drink from the Ferrari canteen, leaving you alone in his driver room. You assumed he had come back, so you stood up and opened the door, only to be surprised with Max’s icy blue eyes staring back at you. “Y/N,” he said, eyes narrowing slightly as a smirk danced on his lips. “Charles isn’t here,” you said quickly.

He raised an eyebrow and leaned forwards slightly, making your cheeks flush. “Bold of you to assume I was looking for him,” he whispered, turning away as his Red Bull shirt stared back at you. You gulped. Fuck, how was your plan supposed to work if you kept being so stupid? You shook the thoughts away. Maybe you needed a different plan. The sun woke you up around 9am. You chose an outfit from your vast wardrobe, a mini red dress with a navy belt, with some black pointed heels. You weren’t denying that your outfit wasn’t slightly coordinated with Red Bull. In all truth, you chose this one just for little Maxie.

You walked into the paddock, the cameras on you once again, of course, you were bound to be known here and there as the sibling of Charles Leclerc. Practise One was due to start in an hour, meaning you had just enough time to, perhaps, tease the Dutch driver of the other team. With the excuse of needing fresh air, you strolled down the pit lane, walking swiftly past the garages of Mercedes (with a wave to George and Lewis), McLaren (with an air kiss to Lando) and past Alpine before you approached Red Bull. You slowed down your quick paced walk, your head turning nonchalantly to the side, once again, your Y/E/C orbs locking with Max’s. He knew exactly what you were doing. He flipped you off, not before winking, then walking away.

The session began, Max was still sitting in his car, waiting for the track to clear up. He drove out swiftly, driving his Out Lap in a calm and controlled manner. He was going down the straight, one of the cameras switching to you as you watched, eyes trained on the Red Bull car. Max’s white and gold helmet turned to a screen, watching you, before his car went straight into the wall. Your cheeks reddened as Crofty started his usual yelling. “Oh, Max Verstappen! Such a foolish mistake, and, oh? Too enamoured by the stunning Y/N Leclerc, was this a tactic from Charles?” he joked. You gulped, turning around and exiting the garage through the back.

“Y/N,” a voice said sternly, making you spin around. “Max,” you said breathlessly. “This is your fault,” he snapped, making you frown as you stepped back, “why were you looking like that?”. His hand wrapped around your wrist, you didn’t fight it. He knew you wanted it. “L-like what?” you stuttered, cheeks a bright shade of crimson. “Like you want my dick to bruise the back of your throat,” he hissed. Fuck, you didn’t know he was so bold. You didn’t say anything, making him pull you into the Red Bull Motorhome. It was empty, perfect. “I asked a question, Y/N,” he said slowly. “M-maybe coz I want you to,” you said with some new courage.

He scoffed, that same stupid smirk appearing again. “Alright,” he said, pushing you into your knees and locking his room. “We’ll see,” he muttered. He moved your hands onto the zipped of his suit, making you drag it down past his fireproofs. It fell onto his hips as you pulled his boxers down, his cock springing free and hitting your nose. “C’mon,” he whispered, pushing his index into your mouth before he spread your lips. He repeated the same word again, lining your head with his dick, before letting you suck. Your tongue flicked over his leaking head, spreading his pre-cum over his impressive length with your hand, before you went further. You bobbed your head up and down as his soft moans filled your ears.

His hand wrapped around your hair, pulling you off of him, not before your tongue flicked over his slit. He lifted you onto the bed, spreading your legs as he rolled up your skirt. His tongue slid along your folds, his nose rubbing against your clit. He pulled away after a few seconds, laying you down gently as you whined. “You ready?” he smirked, running his head along your folds. You nodded, panting with neediness as he pushed in. He had to slam his hand over your mouth to stop the cry of pleasure from being heard. His hips slowly moved before he started ramming into you, your moans stifled against his hand. “Please,” you whined, his pounding sure to leave bruised on your waist. You came shortly after, your body both lined with a sheen of sweat as he followed, pulling out onto your stomach. The pair of you painted slowly, both out of breath from the amassing experience. After you’d replaced your clothes with new ones, you picked up a book from Max’s shelf, as he copied.

“Interesting hobby for after-sex,” he commented. “If Charles found out,” he added, laughing. “If Charles found out what?” a monegasque accent rang in your ears as your eyes widened. “About our book club,” Max said coolly.

#max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen imagines #max verstappen #max verstappen x y/n

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Toxic

Warnings: Angst, Sexism

Pairing: Max Verstappen x fem!reader

Summary: Max slips a sexist comment into an argument with the biggest feminist of all time…Y/N

It was safe to say, your job was one of the hardest in the world. And you wanted nothing but to sit at home and relax, and recover from the stress of your 9-5. What you didn’t need, was your boyfriend being a prick.

“Max, what’s for dinner?” you said, walking in from the front door. He was in his room, not hearing what you said. You walked upstairs, he was playing a game with Lando and Charles, clearly enjoying himself. You tapped on his shoulder, kneeling down to his height on his chair. “What’s for dinner, baby?” you asked, kissing his cheek. “I dunno, what are you making?” he hummed, still clicking away. “Max…you know the schedule, it’s one day you and one day me. I’ve made it for the past week, it’s your turn now,” you frowned. “What? No, I made it yesterday,” he said, watching as another person from the opposite team beat him. He slammed his hand on the table as he turned to you. “Y/N, fuck off and make something, I’m busy!” he snapped.

“No! It’s your turn to make dinner, Max!” you scoffed back. “Why? You’re a fucking woman, why have you even got such a difficult job, you should be in the kitchen!” he yelled. Lando and Charles’ eyes widened on the screen as you stood still, not saying anything. Without another word, you silently left the room, going to the kitchen. Thinking over his words, you ended up making a small dinner of sausages and mash before you took your plate to your room. Max walked down the stairs an hour later, seeing the food on the table. That was weird, you never ate without him.

He had forgotten what he said earlier, eating his food with a small frown as he tried to figure out what had happened. When he finished, he knocked on your door, interrupting your Netflix session. You didn’t say anything as you moved Sass, Max’s Bengal cat onto your lap. “Y/N, baby?” Max called. Oh. So now he wanted to be all nice and cuddly. Unlucky for him. He opened the door, seeing you with your laptop in front of you, your eyes trained on the screen. “Y/N, don’t ignore me,” he said, frowning as he watched you.

You said nothing. “Y/N, what the hell?!” Max snapped slamming the lid of the laptop shut. Your eyes slowly met his, your Y/E/C orbs darkening. “I made you dinner,” you said simply. “I know,” he said like it was obvious. “Am I supposed to still be in the kitchen, your highness?” you said with a sarcastic smile. “What? Y/N, fuck,” he said, remembering what he had said. “Let me go polish the silverware,” you rolled your eyes, walking out of the room. “Y/N, it’s not a fucking big deal!?” he exclaimed. “Apologies, I didn’t realise my gender determined my cooking abilities,” you said.

A/N - Part Two?

#max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x y/n #max verstappen imagines #max verstappen

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Warnings: Dramatic Lan-Lan 😍, one singular suggestive comment

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

Summary: Lando’s a whiny little bitch

Only for the millionth time, Lando was streaming, his eyes glued to the screen. His fingers rapidly moved across the keyboard, thumb moving up and down along the mouse. This must be why he’s so good with his fingers. “NO!?” you heard the outraged exclamation of your boyfriend from the kitchen. You rolled your eyes, you’d never met someone who got so annoyed over a game. You shook your head, a small smile on your face at how lucky (or maybe unlucky when you had to hear the constant whining) to have such a good boyfriend. “NO, WHAT THE FUCK?!” Lando yelled, you heard the banging of his hand on the desk. “God,” you muttered, leaving your stuff on the table for check if your boyfriend was having a seizure. “Lan?” you said softly, walking into the room as he turned around. “I died,” he whined, resting his head on your stomach. Your eyes flickered to the screen, it erupted wish gushing comments about you two as Lando groaned. “You look alive,” you joked, making him his.  

“Besides!” he continued, crossing his arms. “I want a Fortnite skin,” he huffed. “Why?” you sniggered. “Lewis has one, it’s not fair!” Lando cried, slouching in his chair. “Lando, what do you want me to do about it?” you stifled your laugh as he squirmed. “Buy Fortnite and make me,” he stuck his tongue out. “You’re so dramatic,” you rolled your eyes, playfully running your hands through his chocolate brown curls. “Stream ending,” Lando said, not even giving anyone a chance to say goodbye as he lifted you up into his arms. “Lan!” you squealed, he was a hell of a lot beefier than you remember. “You’re still streaming,” you pointed at the camera. “FUCK,” he yelled, turning a bright shade of crimson red. “Whoops,” Max smirked.

@kuratingn - this one’s for you xxx

#lando norris x y/n #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagines #lando norris #f1 23 #fortnite

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Friend Shouldn’t. But They Will. p2

Warnings: Angst, Swearing

Pairing: Max Verstappen x leclerc!fem!reader

Summary: Y/N and Max can hardly ignore the tension in the room.

Fuck. You knew you shouldn’t have yelled at Charles. Especially not before a practise session, stress with something your brother was not the best at dealing with. Instead of apologising, something your ego wouldn’t let you do, you went to the Ferrari garage, making a point of talking to Carlos instead of Charles. He must have told his teammate about the argument, because it was Carlos wanted to say something about it. “Why don’t you go kiss Max good luck?” Charles whispered spitefully in your ear, making you scoff and turn around. “Real mature, Charles,” you snapped back, rolling your eyes. It was almost as if having a sharp tongue was a common trait in your family. “What Charles means,” Carlos said, emphasising the last word, “is that he’s sorry for jumping to conclusions,”. Charles made to retort against the statement, not before a sharp kick from the Spaniard. “Sorry, Y/N,” he mumbled. “Thank you,” you said sarcastically. This was not over. Moving past you with a final cold glare, he got into his car, Carlos moving to do the same.

“He’ll get over it,” Carlos added, a pathetic smile on his face. You nodded. He better, you were not having another scene. “Fuck,” you whispered, watching your brother’s car slam into the barriers. Shit.

You could hear the collective sighs from the rest of the team as Charles stepped out of the car, slamming his hands on the barrier wall. After around half an hour, the debris had cleared up, and you were hoping Charles’ mind had done the same. He marched into the garage, ignoring all the pitiful glances from the pit crew and the offers of a reassuring hug from a few others and walked straight to you. You braced yourself for the yelling that would follow. “I’m always the problem anyways,” you thought bitterly to yourself. However, you were immediately surprised when the older Leclerc wrapped his arms around your neck, making you stumble back. “I’m fucked, Y/N,” he sniffed, voice muffled. With a small glance to the right, you saw the camera attempting to zoom in on your brother’s face. 

Defensively, you shot a pissed glare to the camera man and gently led Charles to his room. “I’m never gonna win this championship,” he said harshly, resting his forehead in his hands as you clucked your tongue. “Says? Not me, and I’m always right,” you joked. Charles sighed, evidently not getting the joke. “Charlie…” you said, voice becoming softer as you moved to sit next to him, “it doesn’t matter if you win. What do you always say?” you said, sounding like your mother. “We’re Monegasque not French?” he said, his face the absolute picture of comedy. “No, what else do you say?” you said, giggling. “Arthur, let go of that plunger and stop trying to marinate the dog with spinach?” he said, still not getting it. “Oh lord, no,” you laughed. You find it amazing just how many times he’s said that one. “I mean, you always say, if you ever won a championship, it would be for us,” you said, poking his chest where his heart would be. He hummed as he continued to listen. 

“And Arthur, as much as he likes plungers and spinach, won’t care if you don’t win this one. Lorenzo wouldn’t. I wouldn’t. We only care about the fact that you did all of this for us,” you smiled, hugging your brother. “So don’t you ever,” you said, shoving him playfully, “talk shit about yourself,”. He did a mock salute, bracing his body to attention. “Yes ma’am,” he said briskly as he tried to stop his smile. You both cracked up into a fit of giggles, one member of the team knocking on the door to tell Charles he had media to do with the other nineteen drivers. “Can you come?” he asked, after the man left. “But I’m usually not allowed…” you trailed off, shrugging. “And what? C’mon,” he said rebelliously. “Y/N, how lovely to see you,” the reporter at the media pen said. You nodded and smiled. “She’s always one the fans love,” Charles added, hugging you. “If you don’t mind me asking, a question for Y/N?” she asked Charles. He nodded and shrugged, he didn’t mind. “Y/N, we all saw the tension with Max at the conference. Did you see Max’s amazing practise results?” she asked. Charles’ arm slid off of your shoulder and his eyes turned icy. “I’ve got this,” you elbowed him. “First of all, also being a woman, I thought you’d understand what it’s like to have every friendship turned and sexualised in ways which you don’t need nor want them to be,” you said, your tone rough and aggressive. “And second of all, no, no I didn’t see the practise result. I was flossing my teeth,” you said sarcastically, marching away as Charles followed silently.

“Bitch,” he said, mouth open in an “O” shape. “That’s my little sis,” he high fived you as you laughed. “I sure hope she is,” a voice came from behind you. “George,” you pulled a mock face of disgust. “Y/N,” he copied. “Coffee tastes like old socks,” Lando said, his face screwed up as he stuck his tongue out. “Y/N, that interview was so good!” George said, fist bumping you as you laughed. “Thank you,” you bowed. “Quite,” a thick Dutch accent came from behind you. “Hey mate,” Max smiled at Charles, slightly acknowledging the others with curt nods. Your cheeks reddened, you hated that they did. Especially in front of your brother and his friends. Max smiled before his hand jumped to his chest, where his heart would be and put on a mock accent of sadness. “I thought I was important enough for you to skip flossing your teeth,” he acted hurt as he fake stumbled backwards, making you laugh. “Sorry, these pearly-whites need care, Verstappen,” you sniggered. “Not even on a first-name basis?!” he exclaimed jokingly. 

You shrugged. “You need to get to know me better,” you winked. Fuck. That sounded oddly suggestive. Thank god Charles was deep in conversation with the other two boys. “And then he was like ‘oh yeah Lando, drink this, it tastes like honey’” Lando exclaimed, “I tell you! Honey doesn’t taste like plungers and spinach!”. You exchanged looks with Charles. Your youngest brother (still a year older than you) was nothing short of a menace. “We should head off,” Charles said, he evidently needed to recover from the practise. “Alright. Night, Charles,” Max nodded. You turned to leave, as Charles walked ahead of you. Max gripped your arm, stopping you as you turned to him. “Good night Y/N,” Max said, voice deeper than when he addressed Charles. You gulped slightly, nodded and repeated the first two words.

A/N - This chapter is mostly just cute Charlie brother material

#charles leclerc #f1 #angst #max verstappen x y/n #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen imagines #fluff #my god #I am drunk today

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Friends Shouldn’t. But They Will. p1

Warnings: Slight Angst, Fluff, Swearing

Pairing: Max Verstappen x leclerc!fem!reader

Summary: Y/N and Max get a little too close for Max’s liking.

A/N: @otaki5811 you are actually the best ilysmmmm <333

The 2022 season had started off amazing for your brother - you could see right away from free testing that he was a great contender for the championship. Arthur was doing well in F2 as well, he was close to the top of the standings already. Being the youngest sister of Charles Leclerc had always been difficult, what with the publicity side, but you had no idea things were about to get even worse. 

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“Y/N, can you help with this?” Charles called, making you look up. Putting your phone down, you walked out of his Driver Room, past the car and into the pit lane. Your older brother was standing by the Ferrari Pit Wall, his eyes closed as the golden sun shone down on his face. “Hey,” you said quietly, not wanting to disturb his peaceful aura. He had hardly had any since the season began. “What do you think? Of Arthur joining Ferrari?” he said softly, looking at you, his large green eyes meeting your matching ones. “I mean, Enzo was nervous when you joined,” you said slowly. “Yes, but I know the dangers of F1-“ Charles begun, his usual excuse. “Charlie…we all do. Jules, he…I knew him too. I was two, yes, but I saw what happened,” you put a hand on your brother’s shoulder as he turned his head. “You don’t have to look away, Charlie,” you said, resting your head on his bicep. “I’m worried, cocotte (casserole),” you laughed at the nickname. He’d called you that ever since you were 6 months old and it had definitely stuck.

“Charles! I…oh,” a voice came from behind you, making you turn around. It was Max Verstappen - your brother’s biggest rival, they were still friends however. His cheeks were red, he looked flustered as he waved his hands vaguely around before dropping them to his side. “Max,” Charles nodded politely. “I thought…Charlotte…” he started again. Both of you got the hint immediately, he thought you were Charles’ girlfriend. You both froze for a second, realising the half-hug you were both in. Charles let go of you as you let out a nervous laugh. “No, no, ew,” you stuttered, god, you sounded like you were lying. “She’s my sister, dude,” Charles took over the situation. “Wait…Y/N?” Max’s eyes widened. He knew who you were? “I haven’t seen you since you were tiny,” he smiled, eyes twinkling. “Not that you’d remember that,” he added. “I’m Max,” he continued. “I had no idea,” you said sarcastically, a sweet smile on your face. 

“What’s up?” Charles said, turning back to Max as his eyes narrowed at how comfortable you were both getting with each other. You rolled your eyes discreetly before letting them talk. “Track walk?” he said, gesturing to the track. “Sure, why not,” the Ferrari driver shrugged. You waved at both of them, you couldn’t deny the extra smile you gave Max. In all truth, you did remember him. Just a bit. You had seen him around when you were a teenager, and there was no saying you didn’t think he was attractive. You did. Oh, most definitely yes. You shrugged him off and forgot all about your brother’s friend, too caught up in the excitement of the Saudi Arabia Grand Prix, your brother was in the first group in press conferences. 

You stood in the corner of the room, not wanting to interrupt  anything. The drivers all walked in one by one; Lando with George, Fernando alone and Charles with…Max. His piercing blue eyes gently surveyed the room, before they locked with yours, a small smile on his face as he nodded. You waved gently back, the press conference began. As per usual, the man at the front asked all the prioritised questions, then Crofty stood up. “David Croft, Sky Sports,” he said as usual. “Question for Max and Charles. Obviously, Max already being a world champion, Charles has more to lose in this. What are your possible losses in this?” he asked. Charles picked up his microphone first, and answered with “Other than the obvious championship, I’m doing this for my family, my sister, of course,” he sent a (very bad) wink at you, as the camera turned to you. 

“Hi Y/N,” Max said quietly, making your cheeks go red. “What’s this I see?” George said, narrowing his eyes playfully at you. Max rolled his eyes as you turned away. “Shut up mate,” Charles said jokingly, though you could see right through your brother. He would do everything in his power to make sure you and Max don’t get any closer than friends. Preferably not even that. Forget Charles, Enzo would kill you. You gulped as the camera moved away from you, Charles’ eyes fixed deeply on you. They darkened slightly as his piercing gaze never broke contact with yours. You turned away, hoping in your head that the press conference never ended; you did not want to deal with an angry Charles.

Surely, if you left, he wouldn’t be able to find you and he’d forget it, right? You were about to head to the door, but a voice rang from behind you, making you kick yourself internally for not moving quick enough. “Y/N. We need to talk,” Charles said quietly. “Charlie…” you started but he wasn’t having it. As soon as everyone was out of sight, he gripped your arm with considerable force and moved you to his room, sitting you on his bed. “What’s up with you and Max? You just met him 2 hours ago!?” he snapped, letting go of your arm. “Nothing, jeez, he just say hi!?” you yelled back. “Really? That didn’t look very friendly to me,” he scoffed angrily, rolling his eyes. “Fuck you, Charles,” you hissed, standing up and marching out.

Oh god.

#Charles Leclerc #max verstappen x y/n #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen imagines #angst

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Max Verstappen 🦁❤️💛💙

Friends Shouldn’t. But they will - Part One

Friends Shouldn’t. But they will - Part Two

Friends Shouldn’t. But they will - Part Three

Toxic

Toxic - Part Two

Think Of Yourself

#Max Verstappen #max Verstappen x y/n #max verstappen x you #max Verstappen x reader #max verstappen imagines

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Charles Leclerc ♥️🌹🏎️💋

Triangles

Paws

Your Wish Is My Command

Cover Me In You

#charles is just one silly little simp of a boyfriend #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagines #charles leclerc

[alfa-lfa]

Lando Norris 🧡🍊🥕🧶

Books and Books

Winners And Losers

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Big Sissy

Little Lando Norris

SERIES

Breaking Down Barriers - Part One

#lando norris x y/n #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagines #lando norris

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Lewis Hamilton 💙🦋🐬📘

Only Have One - Part One

Only Have One - Part Two

Louder

#lewis hamilton x y/n #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton imagines #lewis hamilton

[alfa-lfa]

Louder

Warnings: TRIGGER WARNING: ABUSIVE EX, gentle smut, panic attack

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader

Summary: Lewis helps Y/N get over her ex…

“Okay Y/N,” Lewis smiled down at you as you hung into his neck, “I’ll be gentle,”. You didn’t say anything, still clinging on to your boyfriend as he slowly rocked you on his lap. He gently prised your fingers off of his body as he laid you down. “You remember the safe word, don’t you?” he said, checking with you before he even touched you. Oliver never did that. He didn’t even care if you used it. You were taken aback for a second before you nodded slowly. “Baby, are you okay? We don’t have to if you don’t wanna,” he said, pressing gentle kissed along your arm and collarbone. Another thing Oliver didn’t do. “Lulu, I’m sure,” you said, voice quiet. He still looked worried but you squeezed his hand as reassurance. His lips didn’t leave from your neck as he removed his belt and jeans, lifting your skirt to the side. 

He pushed in, making you bite your lip. Lewis let you adjust, before he gently rocked his hips against yours. You felt moans in the back of your throat but you held them back; Oliver hated when you made any noise. Lewis frowned at you as he moved faster, still no noise. “Baby, why are you quiet?” he asked, slowing down. “I…I’m supposed to make noise?” Zyou asked, confused. “Okay, stop,” he said, pulling out and sitting you up. “What happened? You’re not like this usually,” though this was the first time you were having sex, you’d always been open with your boyfriend. “Nothing, Lewis, it’s just-“ you started but Lewis wasn’t hearing it. “What happened? Was it Ollie?” his eyes widened. “He-he didn’t like when I made noise,” you said quietly. His face changed from a look of calm control to utter rage. “Why?” he whispered, trying to keep a still attitude for you. 

“I didn’t know you were supposed to make…noise,” you said, frowning slightly. “You are, sweetheart,” his face relaxed as he laid you on the bed again. “I want to hear those moans,” he said, lining himself up with your entrance. He pushed in, you felt another moan and this time, you released it. Lewis looked at you, cheeks red and eyes wide. “Sorry,” you began, covering your face but he moved your hands out of the way. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever head,” he trailed off, pushing in and out. You didn’t stop any of your noises, and it was safe to say, yours and Lewis’ orgasms were amazing. You were not gonna stop any time soon

#lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton imagines #lewis hamilton #f1 #fluff #angst #smut #TW: abuse