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piggyinthesea · 8 months

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Night In Monaco

pairing: charles leclerc x reader, max verstappen x reader

word count: 3.4k

warnings: cheating, smut, alcohol use, foreplay, shouting, oral sex (f receiving), arguments,

summary: You were on a break.

The tension was high throughout the last seconds of the race with the stadium intensely watching. You were watching from redbull’s paddock as Charles and Max fought for p1. Their cars were in a long battle, each only having p1 for a few seconds before the other took over. It was their last lap and they were only a few hundred feet from the finish line. Everyone’s eyes were on the two cars watching with anticipation. The stadium was filled with cheers of a variety of teams.

Then, all hope came crashing down and a loud pop came from Max’s car. He started losing control and you watched with horror as his car span out of control and moved in every direction but straight. Soon after, he crashed into a wall as shouts filled the stadium. Charles flew passed Max, getting title p1 for the gp of monaco. Your heart dropped and you felt disappointed as ever for Max. You knew he was going to beat himself up for this but as his girlfriend is was your job to console him.

It felt like an eternity waiting for Max to arrive into the garage and you couldn’t help but wish it lasted a bit longer. Every loss he took strained your relationship even further. Arguments flourished under these conditions and each loss was a step closer to your relationship ending. You hated knowing that the results of a race would determine whether or not you’d sleep with your boyfriend that night. To you, these nights didn’t matter, because when he won a race it felt exhilarating being with him. After a win, he’d mutter sweet words to you while placing his hands on your waist. I fucking love you, Im yours, Let me have you. Sweet words that have the ability to make you forget about the rest of the world. He’d fuck you anywhere and everywhere. Sometimes he’d be fucking you from behind, with a fistful of your hair calling you his little slut and belittling your existence. Other times, he’d let you ride him and have control over him. With your tits hanging out as held your waist with one hand and the other grabbing your tit. He’d say things like Fuck baby you’re doing so good, F-Fuck you’re so beautiful, You’re my world.

After sex, he’d kiss you on your forehead and leaving to bring some stuff to clean your insides. Sometimes he would be distracted by being so close to you and end up eating you out. Your juices would squirt all over his face. During this he’d usually and shamefully, cum in his pants. Even after you came, he’d still want more. You would have to physically pull away from him in order to let your sensitive bud recover. It was moments where he won that guaranteed you a good night.

“Baby, I’m so sorry.”

He walked right past you, not even acknowledging your existence and shut himself into an office. You considered leaving, knowing if you tried to console him it would end in a screaming match. You felt guilty leaving him and so you knocked on his office door.

“Leave me alone.” He said, his tone lingering between the borders of yelling and talking. He sounded agitated, you knew it wasn’t at you however it still hurt your feelings.

“It’s me, baby.” You replied

“I don’t care. Leave me alone.”

You sighed. It hurt to continually be shut out by your boyfriend. You knew the way other people in the Redbull garage looked at you. They looked at you as if you weren’t good for anything. Certainly not for helping your boyfriend when he’s down. Some of the looks they gave you were pitiful. You don’t know which is worse. You turned your heel and begin leaving. You walk in the corridor, heading to the exit before being stopped.

“Hey.” Charles stood in front of you, unsure of his actions. He looked into your eyes, knowing something was wrong. It was as if he read your aura. “I’m having a celebration. Not sure if Max would like to come but if you’d like to, you’re welcomed.” He offered a small tight smile. Not big enough to see his dimples but big enough that you could see a slimmer of hope in his eyes.

“Thanks, but I’m not sure I’m going.” It was an awkward moment, it looked as if he waited for any further explanation but since none came, he gave you his goodbyes and let you be on your way. Whenever you talked to him, it felt weird. The conversations weren’t boring, they just held a different vibe than you’d typically get when conversing with others. It was as if the two of you needed an extra party to be able to have a proper conversation. Truthfully, you had a small crush on him before meeting Max but over the years the crush had diminished.

You arrived at your shared hotel room, waiting until Max had come back by himself. He always stayed later than you. Having to attend meetings and all. It was a couple hours after until he arrived, rather dramatically.

He confronted you the moment he saw you. “That was fucking embarrassing. Why did you leave?”

You were confused. “You told me to leave.” You kept your voice calm, wanting to avoid escalating the situation. It never worked, though. His face was red. He looked like a tomato about to burst at your words.

“I told you to leave me alone. Not leave the fucking stadium. You know how embarrassing it is having some fucking garage worker tell you your girlfriend left home?”

“Max, I never fucking know what to do with you. You don’t let me help you.” Your words flow right out of your mouth. Within seconds, your brain mentally prepared itself for the argument awaiting. Your anxiety grew however so did your temper. Like everyone else, you believed you were right in this argument. He did tell you to leave.

“That doesn’t mean you just leave. I don’t know why it’s so hard for you to be there for me. You’re always starting these arguments in the worst possible moments.” His voice raised ever so slightly, yet it was enough for you to feel like he was shouting. It was then that his words processed. Was he seriously blaming all arguments on you? The ones he started after losing?

“Max, you can’t tell me you don’t notice the pattern. Why is that every time you lose a race we always fucking have arguments? Why do I always have to pay for the fact that every time you lose I have to deal with the argument your mentally planning?” Your voice is a decimal above the average inside voice. Max is quick to be offended. His jaw clenches and he scoffs.

“I can’t fucking take this anymore. All I fucking ask for is for you to be there for me and you can’t even do that!” He yells, the vein on his forehead bulging and glaring at you. You glare at it back. You’re fuming and Max can see it. Moments pass before either of you speak.

“I’m always there.” You grit between your teeth. You’re tired of being shut out. It sends you into a rage.

“You should go home.”

You could hear a pin drop with the silence drowning the both of you. Without thinking you grabbed your keys and phone and rushed out the room. Angry tears automatically rushed down your face as you left. You drove straight to your flat, a small but luxurious condo in Monaco.

As soon as you entered your flat you kicked your shoes off. You felt all kinds of emotions. Mostly, you felt bitter and sad. You truly were growing tired of all of this. Being in a relationship with Max began to mentally drain the fuck out of you. You wondered if you were going no where with him and if you were just wasting your time.

+635-256-2561

hey, this is Charles. I was wondering if you and Max were coming to my celebration. Don’t ask how I got your number x

The notification slapped you out your thoughts. You pondered for a while deciding whether or not to go. You decided not to and rather drown yourself in tequila. You ignored Charles and scrolled through Instagram the remainder of the day. It felt as if the world had stop when Max’s story profile came up. He had posted a pic on his close friends. He was surrounded in a group of 6, including females judging by the colored nails. They were all taking shots. You were upset. Heavily upset. It didn’t take long for him to go out and party with a bunch of friends after being ‘devastated’ of his loss. You guessed he just didn’t want to be around you. That was fine. There were people who did want to be around you.

+635-256-2561

max is busy but, I’d like to come. Send me the info :)

sent

You sent the text, and began getting ready to hop in the shower. The hot water splashed onto your skin and all tension in your body disappeared. You lifted you head upwards and let the water damp your hair. The steam had covered your glass shower cover and on the other side of the shower, your body was barely visible. It didn’t take long for you finish and when you did, Charles had texted you with the details on his party. For a moment, you regretted agreeing to attend the party however images of Max taking shots with the mainly female group flashed through your brain and all guilt peacefully washed away.

The party was a couple hours later and occurred through midnight. It didn’t take long for that time to come and so once you finished getting ready you took a pregame shot and left your pad. You left your house feeling sexy. You wore a small red dress that hugged your curves and lifted your ass. Max had never seen this dress. You’d recently bought it and haven’t had an excuse to wear it. When you arrived at the location you entered an underground club that looked sketchy on the outside. Once you entered, the building looked extravagant. Arched walls separated the bar from the dance floor. There was a gold dim light gathered by the giant crystal chandelier. You looked at the place in utter awe. You had never seen this place once in your years of living in Monaco.

You made your way over to the bar. “Gin and tonic, please.”

The bartender gave a small nod and began making your drink. She wore a white colored shirt and a black bow tie making her look like a professional bartender, if those even existed.

“Glad you made it.” A man next to you said. You looked over at saw Charles, with a small hint of blush around his cheeks. You assumed he was tipsy. He gave a small smile to you, letting his eyes ‘secretly’ rake over your body. It wasn’t so secret.

“Had nothing better to do.” You scoffed and laughed a little, before taking your drink from the bartender in front of you.

He maintained eye contact with you as you took a sip of your gin and tonic, “Care to elaborate? By the way, you look amazing. Pretty sure Max has told you already though.”

He broke contact and looked away, scanning the club in the process. It took him a while to gather the courage to look back at you.

You saw the way his eyes sparkled under the dim yellow light surrounding the club. You didn’t know whether you should tell Charles about your relationship problems. It didn’t seem to proper. However, the words are flowing out of your mouth before you have a chance to stop them. “I don’t know. Max is in one of his moods, after losing to you, you know?”

He furrowed his brows, looking a bit confused. “He gets in a mood after losing? I understand being a little upset but- I don’t know. I just don’t think it’s okay to be too upset. It’s just a race, they’ll be plenty more.”

You instantly perk up. “Exactly! I just don’t like getting into arguments each time a race goes bad.”

Charles face changes to a face of disgust but then quickly returns to normal. “You guys argue each time a race goes bad?”

You instantly felt embarrassed. It felt like you gave too much away and that Charles was judging your relationship. It suddenly felt wrong sharing the details of your failing relationship with someone else.

Charles sees this. “Sorry, that came out bad. I just meant that I don’t think you deserve that you know? I can just imagine how mentally draining it is to put up with that. To each their own though.”

You awkwardly laugh. “Yeah. I get you. Let’s stop talking about this and have fun though. Shots?”

He smiles, and nods. “Let’s do it.”

6 and a half shots later, you were drunk, laughing ,and clinging to Charles as if your life depended on it. He looked down at you, still holding his arm as lustful thoughts filled his thoughts. You weren’t sure how you heard your phone ding but you did. Yet you regretted looking at the message.

vroom vroom

I think we should take a break.

read 12:03 am

You bitterly laughed. You tilted your phone towards Charles. He didn’t have the same reaction as you, though. He took your phone, stashing it in his pockets.

“Let’s not worry about that right now, chérie.” He said. “You up for another shot?”

You drunkenly nod your head, eyes slowly filling with tears. You quickly blink them away before Charles sees and hold the small shot glass.

You maintain eye contact with Charles whilst taking the shot. The tension was thick for reasons you couldn’t think of. You had gotten to the point where the room began spinning around you and the only person you could focus on was the man in front of you. Charles slowly leaned into you and whispered in your ear, “Don’t know if I’m crossing a line here but, did anyone ever tell you how good you look in red?”

At this point, the music had mainly contained mixes of The Weeknd and the words of Charles had begin to have an effect on you. “I have a boyfriend, Charles.” You softly say, not breaking eye contact with him.

His clenches his jaw, “No you don’t. You’re on a break.” He leans forward, closing the small amount of space between you. His lips meet yours and for a second all air flies out of you. The kiss is different. It’s amazing. It doesn’t take long for you to kiss him back. You feel as if you hallucinated a camera click before Charles asks, “Yours or mines?”

“Mines.”

It doesn’t take long for the Uber to take the both of you to your pad. By the time you opened your door, Charles was already on you. He hungrily kisses you, as if you’d leave his grasp if he let go for just a moment.

He lifts you up on his waist and you wrap your legs around him. He quickly slams the door closed with his leg and sets you on top of your kitchen island. Your fingers reach the back of his neck and tug his head back, exposing his neck. You took this chance and sucked in his neck, leaving marks along the way.

“Fucking hell.” He moans as you work your magic on his neck. His hands reach towards the spaghetti straps of your dress and slips them off your shoulders. Your breasts, now exposed, were being cupped by the hands of Charles. His breath shudders as he takes one breast into his mouth and begins to suck. You tilt your head back and let out a soft moan of pleasure while massaging his soft curls. He picks you up as if you weighed nothing more than a pound and asks, “Where’s your bedroom?”

“Down the hall.”

He opens the last door and enters your bedroom, one that had been shared with you sort-of-ex boyfriend. He lays you softly on your king sized mattress. He rushes to take off his shirt and once he did, he revealed his chiseled abs and astonishing pecs. It was suddenly hard to breathe with Charles in front of you, shirtless. His eyes stared into your soul with passion you’ve never seen before. He lays down like a sniper before slowly hunching your dress upwards, giving kisses to your inner thigh along the way. He removed your black, tiny, lace panties with a soft motion. “You’re so beautiful. I’d never argue with you.” He whispers to you. After those words, he dips his head into your folds, sucking your clit. You buck your hips at the pleasure and grip his hair like he’s going to disappear. Over and over he sucks at your folds, occasionally rubbing your clit in the perfect motions. Your legs hang over his shoulders while he grabs your hips, pulling you even closer to his face. He wants nothing but to drown himself in your pussy. Loud moans fall out of your mouth. Your high gets closer and closer and if he continues longer, you’re sure you’d come all over his face.

“I’m so close, Charles.”

He does nothing but continue lapping his tongue around your clit. He licks your pussy, making sure to push his tongue deep in you before he reaches your bud and sucks without hesitance. This sends you flying with ecstasy. Your juices fill his face, covering his entire mouth area. He pulls himself out from you and gives you a long, deep, and passionate kiss. He trails kisses down your neck, leaving marks like you had done earlier. He looks you in your eyes, “I promise to make you never forget about me after this night.”

With that, he reaches his belt, quickly undoing it and releasing his rock hard dick. He gave his member a few pumps, letting the pre-cum cover his red tip. He aligns himself within you and without warning, makes himself comfortable inside you. “Charles, please.” You plea, slightly bucking your hips for some sort of friction. He answers to your begging, thrusting his hips into you with no remorse. He pins both of your hands above you head as he mercilessly thrusts into you. He used his other hand to massage your breast, circling your nipple. You felt shots of electricity shooting up your core. You wondered if he was enjoying this as much as you did for a bit, then you felt his hips falter and his breath dramatically increase. He was close. You took this as a opportunity to wrap your legs around his waist, ensuring he kept thrusting into you. He let out a moan, “I want you. I want to make you mine, forever.” He says, pushing himself deeper and deeper into you. His hand lowers down to your core, playing with your clit and rubbing it in circular motion while his dick was inside you. A familiar sensation of ecstasy fills your body and the moans of both of your enjoyments fill the room.

He continues pumping in and out of you, never letting his eye contact break you. You feel your insides squeeze him and shortly after, you felt your juices release all over his dick. He lets out a breathy moans and soon, a warm gushy white liquid dripped out from you. You wipe the sweat from your forehead that had gathered throughout. It takes you a few moments for the both of you to recover. He breaks the silence first. “Let me get you cleaned up.”

Within seconds, his between your legs again. This time, just to innocently clean the mixed juices. Afterwards, he climbed back into bed with you. He put his arms around you, bringing you close to his chest. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep with post-orgasm haze. You thought you had heard camera click right before you fell into deep sleep.

Charles knows he shouldn’t have done it. He knew he was just being petty. Yet, he did it anyway. It felt wrong in so many ways but felt right in many more ways. He truly liked you, he didn’t lie about that. However, Charles Leclerc was a messy person.

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You were woken up by the sound of loud knocking. You looked over at Charles. He woke up the same time as you yet looked so beautiful with his messy curls. He spoke with his raspy voice, “I’ll get it.”

He left to open the door shirtless and in his boxers. He walked with pride towards the door, unbeknownst of the man behind it. When Charles opened the door, he didn’t know what to think. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what to say. All he thought while Max’s fist started heading straight to his face was ‘why is he the one mad?’

Max’s fist collided with Charles’s face. Max threw another punch towards Charles but Charles was quick to dodge it. Charles face was sure to be bruised by tomorrow.

“What the fuck, mate!” Max yells, face red and all.

You leap at the commotion and let a small gasp from your mouth as you look at the 2 men in front of you. You feel every ounce of guilt come back, seeing the man you love watch you be in another man’s shirt. Max turns to you, “Are you fucking serious?”

You step toward with your mind racing with 100 different ways to apologize. Then you see his neck. A singular hickey left on his skin, placed near the side of his neck. As fast as the guilt came, it left even faster. You narrow your eyes at Max.

“I didn’t give you that hickey, you know.”

Charles didn’t know what to do. He felt uncomfortable knowing he was about to be in the middle of an argument. He debated leaving into another room however the drama was too much for him to just leave.

“I came here for forgiveness. Didn’t know you’d run to fuck another driver the moment you had the chance.”

You bitterly laughed before saying, “You fucked someone else too. Why am I in trouble?”

“I fucked a random girl! You fucked Charles! You can’t compare what I did to what you did.” He shouted. His voice bounced across the walls.

“We were on a break. I didn’t do anything wrong. Please leave my condo and I really don’t want to fight with you.” Calmly motioning towards the door. Max refused to leave.

“No you’re not just going to kick me out, not after cheating on me with fucking Charles!” He yells towards you. The familiar vein on his forehead is bulging at you again and you hate it.

This is when Charles gets up from the couch. His face was stern and his jaw was clenched. If looks could kill Max would be dead. “She said she doesn’t want you here.” Charles sternly says. He’s not yelling, but he’s not just talking either. Max throws daggers at his way and engages in a silent eye contest. He debates throwing another punch at Charles however he’s almost certain he’d report it and get him fined.

Max snaps, “Whatever. Enjoy my sloppy seconds.” He turns his heel towards the door, slamming it shut in the process.

part 2?

#charles leclerc x reader #max verstappen x reader #f1 lb #scuderia ferrari #charles leclerc #max verstappen #red bull formula 1 #red bull racing #racecar #formule1 #smut #light angst #bad boyfriend

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charlesleclerc-16 · 1 year

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40 seconds of pure perfection: Charles Leclerc playing the piano 🥰

#i am in love #my baby #he is so cute #my sweetheart #i love him #my everything #my heart #my sweet angel #charles leclerc #cl16 #leclerc #frenctv #monaco #f1 #formula1 #formule1

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f1goat · 1 year

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The sister + Lando Norris - part six

In which your the little sister of Max Verstappen and you meet Lando Norris, who quickly turns in to one of your best friends. But there's a thin line between friends & lovers.

part one part two part three part four part five

When Lando wakes up he quickly notices the strange positions he’s laying in. His head is pounding. His arm feels numb. Now that he thinks of it, is something laying on his arm? He tilts his head a little bit, looking at what there can possible lay on his arm. Fuck. What did he do last night? There’s a girl lying next to him, her head resting on his arm. He sighs. Was he really that drunk last night? Lando almost doesn’t dare to take another look at the girl, but his curiousness wins it. He wants to know who it is. How awkward would it be if it’s someone he knows…

The hair color reminds him of you. Before he looks at the girl her face closer, he thinks about you. How would you feel if you heard about this? It’s not like the two of you are dating or are an item, but still. There’s some tension. Right? There has to be something between the two of you. Something he fucked up right this second. And for who? He doesn’t even know.

He sighs softly and decides to take a look at the girl sleeping next to him. He notices her shirt, or better said his own shirt on the girl. Could that mean they didn’t do anything? He lifts himself up for a bit, careful not to wake the girl up before getting a good look at her.

Is he seeing this right? It can’t be. There’s no way that you are the girl who’s laying next to him. How did this happen? Were you just sleeping in the same bed together or did anything else happen? Fuck. Did this mean he fucked everything up?

His plan was to befriend you and maybe date you if you were interested as well, not wanting to fall in the same cycle as he normally does. Not wanting to date to find out he doesn’t like the person and move on to another girl. However, the first time he met you he already knew you were a different type of girl then his usual type…

What is he going to do? Does he need to wake you up? Maybe it’s better to let you sleep. How late is it anyway?

When you wake up in a hotel room that isn’t as messy as your own, you quickly remember last night. Since you’ve been laying in this bed, things have been weird. Lando has spend the night trying to cuddle you as much as he could. Every time you fought yourself loose, he found a way back to you. In his sleep after all. It’s not like you didn’t enjoy it, hell you loved it. The only problem is that you know Lando won’t remember a thing. Or even worse, he’s probably going to wake up all confused and will throw you out of his bed in no time. Regretting everything that happened. It’s killing you when thinking about it. Why didn’t you go back to your own hotel room?

Maybe you can make things easier for yourself.. Maybe there’s still time to sneak out. You notice that you’re laying on Lando his arm. That should mean he’s still asleep, right? You slowly lift yourself up. You move the blanket away from yourself.

Lando feels a bit of cold air moving around him. He looks around him. Quickly spotting you moving out of the bed. He doesn’t even think about his next move. Lando reaches out to your arm, grabbing it and pulling you back in bed. He notices the confused look that’s hanging on your face, but doesn’t say anything yet. The only thing he does is pulling you even closer towards himself.

You don’t know what to say, or what to do. It’s all incredibly confusing to you. What does it mean that Lando pulled you back in bed? You saw him looking at you, he’s awake. This is not the same drunk Lando as tonight anymore, this time it can actually mean something. You look at Lando, trying to catch his expression. Maybe he will say something if he sees your confused look. Or maybe you need to say something? Explain to him what happened last night. For all you know he thinks the two of you did something.

In the mean time is Lando slowly remembering different parts of his night once again. It’s pretty embarrassing. He remembers demanding Carlos to call you to pick them up. He remembers staring at you for the whole car ride without saying anything. He remembers not wanting you to leave. It doesn’t take long for him to remember everything from last night. He’s worried. His behavior from last night is going to fuck up many things probably. Instead of making things better, he’s still acting strange. How is he going to explain this to you? He already is vague towards you about certain things, that waiter being the biggest one of them. He can’t really ignore this, right?

It’s your phone that interrupts the silence. You quickly grab it, Max is calling. You deny his call, not in the mood to explain things while Lando is also here, but text him about where you are. The last text you send tells Max you’ll be with him soon.

Lando doubts for a bit. He saw you sending a text to Max, he’s smart enough to realize that something like that means the end of this. This is one of the few chances he has to say something to you. If he lets you leave right now, it will be even more awkward then normally.

“Thank you for picking us up last night Y/N,” he tells you after a bit more of doubting.

You look up at him, sending him a small smile before asking your question. “You remember?” Lando just nods as response.

“It’s no big deal, that’s what friends do right?”

Lando holds back another remark. He looks how you get out of the bed. When the two of you walk towards his hotel room door, he can’t hold back his remark anymore. You are already standing in the door way, telling him goodbye.

“Y/N,” he starts, you look at him. “Do friends also cuddle and sleep in the same bed?” He asks.

You don’t even have the chance to respond to Lando. He shuts the door. Leaving you once again all confused alone. What is this boy doing to you?

On the other side of the door is Lando mentally slapping himself. How does he manage to fuck things up every time? He sighs at his own stupidity. Is it too late to open the door again and tell you he was joking? When he opens his door, he sees you’re already gone. Fuck.

Later that day Lando meets with Max. The friends haven’t spoken to each other in a while. Max is busy with his daily life with Kelly and racing. Lando is also busy with racing, but also a bit too busy with Max his little sister.

“So what’s up with you and Y/N?” Max asks after a while.

“Nothing,” Lando replies way too quick.

“Hm, can’t say I believe you on that one mate, but whatever you say.”

A few places further you and Kelly are having a similar conversation. The big difference is that you’re honest towards Kelly, telling her about your confusing time with Lando. Kelly just smiles at you, encouraging you to tell her more. You don’t really know what to say, so you do the thing that’s a lot on your mind lately. You confess your feelings.

“I think I really like him, you know,” you tell Kelly, “but he’s so fucking confusing.”

“Want to know something?” Kelly asks you. You just nod. Curious what she has to say.

“About a year back there was this girl he was interested in,” Kelly starts, “Max and I thought that she was also interested in him. They were pretty close, she was always with him on the race weekends. After a while Max told Lando he needed to confess his feelings. It didn’t work out, the girl friend zoned him.”

Kelly pauses for a bit, you look confused at her. What’s her point?

“That would have been fine, but a day later he found her making out with George,” Kelly tells.

“Oof, that’s rough,” you say while feeling bad for Lando.

“He’s more then over it now, but I guess that’s why he’s this confusing. He now thinks that being close with someone like this can also mean it’s just friendly. I think you need to yell at him about your feelings before he believes you.”

You remember Lando his words from earlier today. His weird question about friends cuddling in bed. You quickly tell Kelly all about it, she replies rather simple: “That’s what I mean, he’s this confusing because the boy is confused himself.”

a/n; things will get even more confusing pretty soon :)

#lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris imagines #lando norris #lando norris fanfiction #lando norris x y/n #f1 fic #f1 love #friends to lovers #formule1 #formula one

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crimsonicarus · 9 months

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#alpine f1 #what the fuck is going on there #check on your frenchies #f1 #formule1 #f1 memes #a bad attempt of a meme may i add #pierre gasly #esteban ocon

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charlenechaposts · 1 year

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His french is very good ! 😄

#formula 1 #daniel ricciardo #mclaren #danny ric #dr3 #honey badger #all good all ways #danielavocado #dan ricciardo #danielric #enchanté #present momentum #stopbeingthem #abudhabi #yas marina #dannyric3 #last one #formule1 #formule un

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rorynightshade · 1 year

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Charles Leclerc is the only driver to get two poles in less than 24 hours❤️ #essereFerrari

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc f1 #charlesleclercedit #essere ferrari #carlos sainz edit #carlos sainz jr #ferrari #ferrari formula one #lewis hamilton edit #lewis hamilton #charles leclerc 16 #baku gp 2023 #azerbaijan gp 2023 #azerbaijan grand prix #pole position #sprint race #formule1 #f1 #f1edit

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simpforlh44 · 1 year

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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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youre-gonna-love-it · 1 year

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#f1 #formule1 #formula racing #formula one

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formula1blog · 3 days

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Charles: that's ridiculous, Max doesn't have a crush on me.

Pierre: yes he does

Lando : yes he deos

Carlos: yes he does

Max: internally screaming ' yes I do '

#f1 #formula 1 #formule1 #max verstappen #charles leclerc #lestappen #mv1 #carlos sainz #lestappen for life #lando norris #pierre gasly #f1 incorrect quotes #incorrect f1 quotes #incorrect quotes

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meep-meep-richie · 2 months

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Charles being a lost sad puppy without Max next to him🥹

#they both look lost tho #they didn’t put them next to eachother cause they wont pay attention then #i need more content and i need it now #lestappen #leclerc #verstappen #3316 #f1 #f1 fandom #f1 racing #f1 testing #formule1 #formule 1 #formula1 #formula 1 #max verstappen #charles leclerc #pierre gasly #yuki tsunoda

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toasttt11 · 7 months

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love language; lando norris

summary: the love languages of kaarina and lando

lando norris x kaarina raikkonen

tag list: @faithm120601 @chelawrites

Love languages the way people express their affection and love for another person. Love can sometimes get lost in translation when two people have different love languages. Not everyone communicates love the same and some people have different ways they prefer to receive love as well.

physical touch.

quality time.

acts of service.

words of affirmation.

gift giving.

beginning a relationship is also learning your partners love language and learning how to work your love languages together.

Lando’s love language is physical touch and Kaarina’s is acts of service.

Lando loves to touching people he cares for whether that’s a pat on the shoulder, arm slung across someone, a fist bump, a hug or anything really it’s how he expresses his love and care for people

Kaarina is not the biggest touch person she likes her personal space, but acts of service she loves, watching her parents growing they were platonic best friends so touching wasn’t something that was really common but Kimi making sure Marie ate during a long day of work, Marie making sure Kimi didn’t forget anything when he packed, Marie having a coffee waiting for Kimi in the morning, that was more common for Kaarina and that’s what she picked up as she grew.

Slowly the two learned each others love languages and began blending their own and the others together.

Physical touch.

Kaarina head naturally leans on Lando’s arm when they standing next to each other.

Kaarina will hold his hands under tables in public and squeeze it three times.

Kaarina let’s Lando fiddle with her hands and rings knowing he can get anxious and will pick at his fingers if anxious so she’s let him use her hands.

Kaarina tracing shapes and letters on Lando’s bare arm, back or chest when they are laying together.

Kaarina rests her forehead against his back and wraps her arms around his waist.

Kaarina who always kisses his cheek when she’s leaving.

Kaarina when their foreheads are together rubs her nose against his knowing he loves that.

Kaarina fiddles with Lando bracelets without noticing.

Lando brushing her cheek with fingers while he pushes her hair behind her ear.

Lando kissing her nose to see her nose scrunch and the smile she tries to hide from him.

Lando wrapping his arms around her from behind and nuzzling his head into neck leaving small kisses.

Lando who’s always kisses the top of her head or forehead.

Lando who loves to hold her hand and brushes him thumb the back of her hand and brings her hand up to mouth kissing her hand.

Lando cuddling laying on top of Kaarina and nuzzling his face into her stomach or lap feeling her fingers scratching his head.

Lando picking Kaarina up from behind and spinning her around, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulders.

Lando loving when he gives Kaarina a piggy back ride, especially when she’s tired and will hide her face in his neck.

Lando who always has his hand on her thigh when he drives or when Kaarina drives and their hands are intertwined on his lap.

Quality time.

Kaarina will spend time in Lando’s gaming room when he is streaming or just playing, either taking a nap or working on her ipad or laptop, just spending time together while they do their own things.

Kaarina drives them around late at night for long drives as they sing to Taylor Swift usually stopping to get them ice cream to eat and stopping at a cliff or lookout point to eat their icecream together.

Kaarina joining Lando to go to golf with him, even though she doesn’t like playing and sometimes she goes when he’s not playing with anyone and sits in the cart so he just isn’t alone.

Kaarina who knows Lando easily falls asleep so always let him rest against her in someway to make him more comfortable and never moving.

Lando will take millions of photos of Kaarina and do many photo shoots wanting to have so many photos of her and Kaarina will never complain knowing he’s passionate about his photography.

Lando who hates waking up early but will get up to watch the sunrise with Kaarina loving how she finds them so beautiful and how beautiful she looks with morning sun glow reflecting on her.

Lando loves going to her fittings and styling sessions loving how she looks in that element and enjoy wacthing her work and spend time with her.

Lando learning how to play paddel knowing Kaarina enjoys playing but not many people she’s knows plays, so he learns so she has someone to play with more.

Lando letting Kaarina pick out outfits for him and styling him for events and outfits in the paddock.

Lando who loves letting Kaarina teach him how to do makeup on her and how to do different hairstyles on her.

Lando who loves when Kaarina comes home from shopping and will try everything on and show him everything.

Lando always wanting Kaarina to teach how to cook something so he can make it for them.

Acts of service.

When the two started dating they happen to move in the same apartment building so Kaarina would always invite Lando over for dinner or lunch making sure he had food other than a meal prep or take out.

Kaarina knows Lando has days or weeks where he is in head and he’s life gets cluttered so she’s helped by picking up a few things making his environment more calm.

Kaarina knows Lando loves his hoodies and would get stains and gets sad when it’s stained, Lando also forgets t to get the stain out when he washes it so Kaarina remembers and gets the stain out for him.

Kaarina learned how Lando liked his tea and coffee, knowing he is pretty picky about his tea and made sure her house always has the stuff to make him his tea.

Lando learned how to make the coffee she loves perfectly.

Lando makes sure when they are home there’s always flowers in a vase for her knowing she really likes fresh flowers and secretly loves when he gets them for her.

After a long night out Kaarina is usally the most tired and wants to flop in bed but Lando takes her to the bathroom and does her skincare for her and brushes her hair knowing she hate waking up in the morning when she didn’t brush her hair the night before because the knots are bad.

Lando noticing her working all day and not taking and breaks or getting food or water so making her take a break and get something to eat.

Lando having everything she might need for her period at his apartment and having her cycle on his phone as well, he brings stuff he knows she needs with him in his suitcase on trips as well as other things he knows she will want on a half of the suitcase he dedicates to her and stuff for her.

Lando who isn’t the best cook but will help cut stuff or get something for Kaarina and will always clean up after they eat.

Lando who absolutely loves when Kaarina will let him wash her hair and let him do all the steps to her hair care routine.

Gift giving.

Kaarina who knows Lando loves jewelry and is always looking for pieces he would love and loves to create pieces of jewelry for him, actually ended up making a men’s jewelry line in her business just for Lando, which only Lando knows.

Kaarina knows Lando who loves his hair but doesn’t know how to get it cut or style his curls, so she learns how to take care of the curls and gets all the products to take care of them and style them right.

Kaarina finding and designing pieces of clothing for Lando that fit his style, when shopping ends up always bringing clothes and accessories home for Lando as well.

Kaarina who believes guys should get flowers too and gets them for Lando, who gets very excited for flowers.

Lando will always give the whole new quadrant merch to Kaarina, knowing she’s always proud of his line and will wear it.

Lando always buying unique or custom converse knowing there Kaarina’s favorite

Lando always make sure to buy her flowers every week no matter if they are in a hotel or at home.

Lando who loves sneakers and knows Kaarina loves fashion so he finds matching sneakers for the two of them.

Words of affirmation.

Kaarina who makes sure Lando learns that other people opinions and comments about him don’t matter.

Kaarina who isn’t the best with words but makes sure she tells Lando how beautiful he is.

Lando who can read Kaarina better than herself and reassures her when she’s down or having a off day.

Lando tells her every day how attracted he is to her and how beautiful he thinks she it.

Kaarina and Lando who both leave each other notes anywhere and everywhere about anything.

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