#dark Max Verstappen

[rene-spade]

my man isn’t creepy! i | f1 grid

growing up leclerc au !

fem! leclerc! reader x f1 grid, leclerc family

part i: carlos sainz, daniel ricciardo, oscar piastri, pierre gasly & kika gomes

synopsis. when the youngest leclerc finds her partners’ ‘shrine’ of her, but she’s a leclerc so the red flags aren’t all that red

WARNING(s); i like em crazy y’all, obsessive/possessive behavior, implied stalking/shrines, unhealthy relationship dynamics, sexual implications but no smut

carlos sainz.

“What is it?” You asked, head tilted to the side as you look up at your boyfriend. The Spaniard melted, muttering a curse to himself and running his hands through his thick hair. He felt hot, nervous for what the outcome of this discussion could be.

“Dios mío, ángel, it’s— it is not what you think— nothing bad. I am just embarrassed is all.” He reassured, big hands gripping at your shoulders. But he knew it was a bit bad, even his enabling family members were worried he’d freak you out if you saw. His movements were made to comfort you, but you could tell they were more self-soothing. Arthur had a similar habit whenever you got upset with him, too.

You only frowned, but it fueled Carlos’ panic.

“Mi amor, I will do whatever you ask-! You know this. I will let you in when it’s cleaned, I swear it.” He pulled you into his chest, arms fully embracing you. But you squirmed out of his hold, making him respond with an unhappy attempt to coo you back into comfort.

“You’re hiding something in there, Carlos. This is the first time I’m staying with you in your home since we started dating, let me see.” And at the sight of your big, beautiful, angry eyes, how could he refuse an Angel? With a twitch of his fingers, Carlos unlocked the door without any movement to push it open.

With a short huff, you pushed yourself through the door, only pausing at seeing at the sheer amount of merchandise that covered every surface. It was all you-themed, from posters and cut-outs, down to a body-pillow and even an outfit you’d only worn once for a runway show. There was a glass shelf with your old perfumes, newer ones too, and photos everywhere.

“Carlos….” You began, covering your mouth with your fingers and stepping further in.

“I know—! But I liked you so much before we started seeing each other and I- I am just a passionate man is all, my whole family says so—!” You cut off his red-faced rambling with a beaming grin.

“Ouah! I didn’t know you were a super fan before we met!” You giggled, mumbling to yourself in French about the various things he’d collected. “maybe you are a bit extreme, but it’s kind of cute, no?”

“¿En serio? Sí, mi perla!” He breathed shakily before grinning, “I should have known you’d understand! Mis hermanas se burlaron de mí, ¿sabes? But it was all silly…” (You’re serious? Yes, my pearl! My sisters teased me, you know?)

“What are you saying? Your sisters… something? I’m still learning, mon chéri.” You pout at him, in a much better mood now that you knew what your boyfriend was hiding behind the door he seemed so desperate to keep you away from.

He shook his head, hair messy after having run his fingers through it many times due to stress, “We should have dinner with them tonight while we’re still in Spain, I said. Let’s go back downstairs?”

“Why? Got anything weird?”

“Don’t say things like that, amor!”

♤ ♤ ♤

daniel ricciardo.

“Danny…?”

“Shit-!” He jumped out of surprise, dropping the box he was reaching from the top shelf of the closet.

“Oh, I’m sorry, mon soleil!” You squeaked, jumping back as well. You hadn’t meant to scare him, but it wasn’t your fault he was so focused in the dead of night. You were just curious is all. The box he dropped was was rectangular in shape, but easily bigger than a shoebox. You shot him a sleepy grin, “What do you have there?”

He sighed, shaking his head, “Why are you up, sleepy girl? Get back to bed, I’ll be right there. Didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“I’m up because you’re up.” You wrinkled your nose, inching closer to him with a small blanket in your arms. You tried to get a glimpse of what fell out of the box, but Daniel wrapped himself around you so you couldn’t see. He wrestled the blanket from your fingers, careful not to be rough with long nails, and threw it over your head with smile.

As you wrestled, your boyfriend only laughed and placed kisses on any part of you he could without being hit by your flying limbs, “Pretty things like you should be asleep. Your brothers would kill me if they knew I disturbed your beauty rest.”

“Are you trying to hide something from me?” You pulled the blanket off your head, hair a mess.

Daniel froze, jaw clenching as he tried to hold a toothy smile. But he didn’t have it in him to lie to you. The moment was completely still, before you finally broke eye contact and crept passed him to see the mess on the floor. You could hear Danny gulp as you plucked the first item from the ground; a pretty, navy blue set of lacy underwear. Yours, yes. But from ages ago, you swore you lost them. Then there were a few pieces of jewelry, a lipstick tube, a silk scrunchie, a press-on nail, a red heel, and two pieces of now-hardened chewing gum. All yours from various points of this past year.

“Daniel,” no, not the first name, he begged internally, squeezing his eyes shut, deciding to just wait for the inevitable disgust and rejection. You never called him by his full first name, only sweet ‘danny’s his way, sometimes ‘mon soleil’ or ‘sunshine’.

“You know you can just ask for my things, yes? You don’t have to take.” You were looking right up at him, navy colored panties still in your hand like you didn’t even mind that he took them. His reasoning couldn’t have been pure, you know that.

You hummed, pulling at his fingers so you can shove the underwear into his balled up fist, “lá.”

“Perfect girl.” He muttered, pulling you back into him and dragging you to bed, “give me the pair you have on then, yeah?”

♤ ♤ ♤

max verstappen.

It wasn’t always like this with you— you used to be just Charles “track terror” Leclerc’s pretty little sister, a little girl. But now it was years later and you’ve become something perfect and irresistible— something he can’t live without. He knows he’d resorted to some immoral, if not a little creepy, behaviors, but it’s not like he’s one of those guys that would ever hurt you. No, you’re a deity to him. He told his sister about his feelings at one point (even thought about showing her the shrine), but she told him— “This is all because you watched You!” The Netflix show that follows a stalker.

So he took down the shrine— moving most of it into his bedside drawer and the rest under his bed. But he realized he didn’t think it all the way through when he had you in his room for the first time; all pretty and perfect and curious.

“Good race, Maxie.” You hopped back onto the bed, your hair bouncing as you landed, “You’re so tense and for what, huh?”

Max had just a little bit of shame about the whole thing, but maybe not too much. I mean, his body definitely felt some kind of physical guilt or something if you’re judging him by the shaking and sweating— but his mind was happy. You were here with him in his home. In fact, the physical reaction might just be from seeing you curled up in his bed. But you’re close to finding out how… intense he was. (As his mother would say.)

“Sorry, lief, I’m just tired and you’re distracting me by being cute.” He smiled down at you as he began to change, “you need a shirt to wear?”

“Yes, s'il te plaît. Hey, can I put my bracelets in here—? oh!” He’d barely turned his back for a second, just long enough to remove his shirt, but that’s all it took for you to pull the drawer open and see the copious amount of photos of you (some edited to have him in them) and unsent love letters.

“It’s not a shrine— I’m not a creep! It’s just some things I made back before we got together—! You weren’t supposed to see them!” He was trying to shove some of the papers back in, but you were already skimming one of the letters.

“Mijn hart,” he winced at seeing the one you had— one of the more unhinged ones. The worst of it was in Dutch, so that worked out for him at least.

“Oh c’mon, Maxie! It’s kind of sweet! You had such a big crush on me! It’s a little hot, even.”

He grew even more red and fidgety at that, “Shit.”

You giggled at the words you could understand before he wrestled the page out of your grip. You grabbed him and pressed a kiss to his cheek before he could stray too far.

“From Max Verstappen-Leclerc, hm?”

♤ ♤ ♤

oscar piastri.

“Can’t I just grab a hoodie, Osc?” You questioned as he held you in place on the counter, from his spot between your legs, still in his race suit.

“You don’t need one, Lovey, it’s hot.” He pressed himself into you so he could feel you breathe better. You’d asked for a jacket the moment you’d entered his freezing trailer just after the race. He saw you go for the closet and quickly redirected you onto the counter.

“Non, you’re hot because you just raced in a little car for hours and now you’re all over me. I am normal temperature.”

“Cold?”

“Yes.”

“Then get closer, I’m hot.”

You huff obnoxiously like the pretty spoiled girl you are and Oscar can feel the rush of serotonin he got just from the sound. He knew this is the part where you’d get cute and pretend to pick a fight, his sweet thing. But bad timing— he’s desperate to hide his secret now.

“I can’t get any closer to you if I trieddd. What? You have a girl hiding in that closet? Hm?” He scoffed into your shoulder, but stiffened, knowing just what was behind that door.

You gasped dramatically, likely playing it up to get what you wanted (a tactic you used with your brothers, Oscar noticed), “You do! Irréelle!”

“I don’t!” His face shot up from your shoulder, brows furrowed, but he didn’t let you go, “You know I don’t like any other girls!”

“Then you need to show me so I can be sure! And I’m still cold.” You crossed your arms and pulled your knees together to get him to back up.

“I can’t.” He choked out. “There’s— it’s just— I have this thing—”

You hopped down and booked it across the trailer before he could reach out and stop you, yanking the door open to see what your new boyfriend was hiding.

You breathed out a dramatic sigh of relief at the sight, “Goodness, Osc.” Rather than finding a person, you instead found some sort of… collection? Collage of yourself and your things? Photos mostly, magazines, and lots of hearts drawn on articles about you.

Oscar grabbed you by the shoulders and quickly spun you around into him, slamming the door, “You saw?”

Looking up at him with big eyes, you nodded, “Yeah, why? You really like me that much?”

“What? Yes— yeah I do. You—? Okay.”

♤ ♤ ♤

pierre gasly. | kika gomes.

“I’m prepared to blame you for this if Charles finds it.” Pierre breathed, looking at the start of his girlfriend’s collection of your things. Kika scoffed, a smile playing at her lips as she re-organizes your makeup. Mostly lip balms, you’d let her borrow some of your things, not knowing she wasn’t going to give any of it back. Kika even managed to get a few skirts from you as well. The small framed photo of you sitting in her vanity was just a personal touch.

Pierre would be lying if he said he wasn’t impressed, but he could say he wasn’t surprised. He and Kika were a good couple, a good duo in general, but especially when it came to drawing you in. Because Pierre was such a good friend to Charles, it came pretty easy; Charles was easier on him around you. Unfortunately, that grace didn’t extend to Kika just because they were dating. Charles had something of a sixth sense for when pretty girls liked his pretty sister; so he was on to Kika. Where at the beginning it was nothing to get you alone with them, it was now next to impossible.

“Pierre? Kika? Are you home?” Wow it’s like they could hear your pretty voice— oh wait they gave you a key. To their apartment. In Monaco, where you live and you can really just waltz in and see all of the things they took (—yes they, Pierre is a thief too—)

Like two naughty school children, the couple shot up to cover what they’d done before you could reach their bedroom. This was their fault naturally, none of yours at all, they were the ones who encouraged you to come over whenever physically possible.

“Grab everything and I’ll distract her!” Kika whispered, rushing to slip out of the room.

Before the ‘not fair-’ could slip from his lips, his girlfriend was off to catch you, brushing passed him and leaving the door cracked. He could hear your surprised greeting, a cute squeak escaping you, before Kika saying something like ‘Oh, Pierre is busy now’, then silence. Pulling the handle back just an inch, he peaked outside to see Kika’s lips not even a centimeter from your own, her hands gripping your jacket for dear life.

“Oh, pretty girls, ce n'est tout simplement pas juste.” Slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it. Your eyes shot to his, but Kika’s remained trained on your face. After just a second, your gaze drifted to Kika’s vanity behind him.

The couple froze, you saw. Pierre pulled the door shut behind him as Kika’s mouth opened to form words.

“Oi! Get your hands off my little sister, huh? Démon impoli et pratique, seriously.” Charles slipped into the living room from the front hallway, having obviously accompanied his little sister in her visit.

“Non, Charlie, Kika helped me when I almost tripped.” You smiled at your brother, quickly covering for them, “I was just coming to see if I could get my jean skirt back?”

You looked up at her so sweet and she thinks you’re blushing—“Oh.” She squeaked, “yes, no problem. Pierre.”

“I’ll get it for her, mate.”

“surveille ta copine. je ne suis pas aveugle, mate.”

♤ ♤ ♤

Your man (s girlfriend) is definitely creepy, girl.

note; I made kika and pierres a lil longer bc they’re two ppl so yeah ft charles

thinking part ii with lando, mick (ft the schumachers), lewis, lance, alex & lily, george and carmen?

- ren

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[buckyhad]

Sweet dreams

Pairing: Dark!Max Verstappen ft reader ft Dark!Lando Norris

Warning: Somnophilia, cnc turning to nc, smut

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Max was an amazing boyfriend, sweet, caring, and he was so pretty it makes you want to try so many different things.

Like that time you read a book and the next thing you knew, your hands were tied behind your back while he fucked your brain out.

That takes us to the article you read this morning, something about somnophilia that catched your attention so bad you couldn't wait to talk to Max about it.

"Max?" You said.

"Yes?"

"I was reading something before and I found this thing that I really want to try tonight".

After talking to him about it, he was inmediatly on board, fucking you while you slept? He had dream about it so many times he lost count.

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You were finally asleep, chest lifting and falling slowly, calm while on your stomach with your leg up. Giving your boyfriend easy access to your pussy to that thing you've wanted to try all day.

His fingers started to caress your leg slowly, fingertips bussing with excitment.

He couldn't wait to have his dick buried inside your tight cunt, he could already feel the warm around him.

He moved your little lace panty to the side, fingers touching your folds. He picked your face to see your reaction, a little sigh leaving your mouth.

He licked his finger before pushing two slowly in. Shuddering at the feeling.

After hearing you moan he just couldnt resist anymore, wetting his tip with your arousal, pushing in slowly, pausing to breathe and not come right at that moment.

"See? I told you you would feel better" Max chuckled to Lando while touching your cheek, fisting his cock watching his friend fuck you.

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"You are so annoying today whats wrong with you" Max said pushing Lando's shoulder.

"Nothing, stop bothering me" the brit whined.

"There's something c'mon tell me" Max pushed.

"Fine, I haven't get laid in like forever and my hand its not fucking enough and-" Lando started babbling

"Don't laugh, that's why I didn't want to tell you".

"Fuck, I'm sorry. I think I've a way to help you".

"I'm not fucking you".

"No mate, but you can fuck my girlfriend".

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"You really went for it last night, all my body ache" you laughed while hugging him.

Max chuckled still looking at the tv "Yeah, I was really excited".

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A/N: hey loves, finally here, didn't proof-read it so any mistakes feel free to tell me, lots of love.

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[ih34rt-alphatxuri]

Read Your Diary

table of contents/pairing: max verstappen x reader

summary: he needed to find a way to get inside of her, for ever and ever and ever.

warnings: obsessive behaviour, emotional manipulation, borderline stalking and an overall toxic dynamic with an oblivious Y/N, use of explicit language, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids), p in v, breeding kink if you squint. I absolutely do not condone any form of emotional manipulation or toxic relationships. This is a work of fiction and most definitely not a reflection of this person's real actions or personality.

message from A☆: Hey !! So recently I've been reading a lot of dark fics so I wanted to try and write one of my own. This fic has the same structure as Chewing Cotton Wool, and this (Read Your Diary) is one of my fav Måneskin songs, and I put A LOT of effort into it. Btw, I didn't use the whole song ! I only used the lyrics that I felt resonated with the storyline I wanted. (I fully went in and edited the smut part I AM SORRYYY) I hope you enjoy...

P.S, try and spot the song references throughout the fic !!

Brought you some roses, you didn't take them So I shed a tear

He was just trying to be nice. That's what Y/N thought. She'd been working as Christian Horner's secretary for only a couple months now, and his star driver had quickly taken a liking to her. But who could blame him? She was young, a few years younger than him, and absolutely gorgeous. Max would send her a bouquet if her favorite flowers every single race weekend, and in the beginning she'd never take them. How did he know what her favorite flowers were? He had his ways...but she always refused them. Little did she know, Max was watching from down the hall, sometimes he'd shed a few tears over it. After what was probably the millionth time he'd left her flowers, she finally took them. She figured he was just trying to be nice, make her feel welcomed, that's what she kept telling herself. And in that moment it was like something snapped in Max's head: he had to have Y/N, and when he did he'd keep her forever and ever and ever.

Pouring some champagne over your panties So that we can cheers

They were at a party after the race, she was getting absolutely shit-faced drunk. Y/N was wearing a short, sparkly party dress, the light catching every fleck of glitter as she moved. She danced the night away, downing drink after drink. That's when she bumped into Max, his glass of champagne pouring all over the front of her dress.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry schatje (little treasure)...let me help you." Max grabbed a napkin, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her in closer to wipe her off. He knew this was a bit risky, but Y/N wasn't refusing his touch.

"Maxie...hi!" She giggled drunkenly leaning into his touch. This was perfect. Max tried his best to wipe her off, but her dress was still sticky with the fizzy fluid.

"Y/N, darling, you should get changed...your dress is in no condition to stay on your body." He smoothed her hair over with one hand, looking into her eyes as she spoke.

"No, im fine Maxie!" She whined. She clearly wasn't, and Max wasn't going to skip out on the chance to be her knight in shining armour; even if in reality he was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Counting the hours, counting the seconds 'Till I can feel your bones

"Oh, but Y/N, liefje (darling), you're too drunk to think straight." His tone had the slightest hint of mockery, but she was too drunk to tell.

"No, Max...I'm perfectly fine to be alone.'' She spoke between hiccups, trying not to stumble over herself as Max led her back to her room.

"No you're not, come on...let me take care of you." There was a certain darkness in his eyes as he spoke. As he led her into her hotel room he had an almost malicious smirk on his face. He didn't want to take advantage of her though, even if he was counting the hours until he could feel her bones beside him. All he wanted was a chance to get closer to her, to get inside her head.

Dance in your shoes, read your diary to Get inside of you, you, you

This was Max's chance. As she peacefully slept he got up and began to go through her things. Her suitcase, her clothes, her purse, everything he could find. That's when he found it: Y/N's diary. He flipped through the pages, taking photos, drowning himself in her words. He knew it was wrong to read her diary, but this was perfect. It was all her emotions, written out in front of him. This was the way, he thought, the way to get to her. Infect her with his love, rot her mind with his sugary sweet lies. He needed her in the palm of his hand.

Forever and ever and ever.

I'm not a coward, I'm not a hero But I can be your toy I'll be the pill that you wanna swallow When you're looking for the joy

Reading her diary had been like dissecting her brain, he learned everything about her. What she liked, what he hated, the things that made her weak in the knees and swoon, and the things that turned her off. He knew just the way to have her at his will, have her wrapped around his finger. And that's exactly what was happening. After weeks of tedious yet discreet manipulation, he almost had her. Max was the one Y/N would go to first when she felt down, when she needed to get something off her chest, when she was excited about something. It was almost like he was her drug, little did she know it was all his fault. But she was too oblivious to realize it. Her friends tried to warn her, but it was no use. He was already getting to her, he'd already turned into her joy-pill.

Cried on your nudes, wearing your perfume Now I taste like you, you, you

This was wrong, so wrong. He knew it. But Max would go to the ends of the earth to even have a small taste of her. He sat quietly outside her apartment building, phone in hand. What a stupid, oblivious girl. She'd left the window wide open as she got changed, Max snapping pictures of her naked body without her knowledge. Once back in his own home, he pulled out his phone to flip through the pictures. Such a pretty, ignorant girl. He felt himself getting harder and harder as he looked at her body in each picture. Max could cry over her nudes, he needed her so badly. He grabbed a small bottle from him bedside drawer: a small travel-spray of Y/N's perfume. Max sprayed his pillow with it every night, craving her scent and body beside him. He decided to take a shower to get his mind off things, but now he practically tasted like her. There was no taking his mind off her now.

Forever and ever and ever

Oh, why don't you give a little love now, baby?

Alone, in the shower Using my left hand so it feels like you

Max had been alone in the shower for about an hour now, jerking his cock to the thought of her. The smell of her perfume still lingered, the mental image of her naked body driving him insane. He needed to have her, he couldn't wait much longer. But he almost had her, she was just within reach. He came with a loud groan, his release coating his own hand. He could only imagine how much better his cock would feel elsewhere; in her hand, her mouth, her pussy...but he had to wait just a little longer.

So please, I'm begging To feel something new

It had been like a predator circling its oblivious prey; she had no clue he already had her in the palm of his hand. She was under the impression that this was what she wanted, this was all out of her own volition. But that was far from the truth. Max was behind it all, meticulously puppeteering her feelings. But she'd never know, he'd make sure of it. As she entered his apartment, the feeling of his hand on her lower back was sending chills through her body, Max smilled maliciously to himself. But he had to make her think she was the one in control, that this was her choice. They walked to his couch and both sat down, their bodies mere millimeters away from each other. He had already brought out a bottle of wine and two glasses for them. They sipped on their drinks and just talked, but behind his blue eyes he was waiting for the perfect window to strike. About 4 and a half glasses in, she'd scooted closer to him, leaning her head on his shoulder subconsciously. Now was the moment, thought Max. His hand slipped away to her thigh, slowly rubbing up and down and driving Y/N mad.

"Max..." she whined his name, it was like music to his ears.

"What, liefje (darling), what's wrong?" He had to hide his smirk, the slightest hint of mockery and possibly pity in his tone.

"Fuck...I think I need you..." She was too drunk to think before she spoke, her thighs rubbing together slightly as she yearned for some sort of friction.

"Aww...you need help darling?" He lifted her chin, pulling her in closer. All she could do was nod, letting him pull her in for a kiss.

One thing led to another, and they ended up in Max's bed. She'd practically been begging him to feel something new the whole way there, it's ironic how she thought she was the one in control. Max put her down onto the bed and reached under her skirt to remove her panties. He ran a finger through her folds, collecting her wetness.

"You're desperate me, huh schatje (little treasure)?" He brings his fingers up his mouth, licking them clean. All she could do was whine out a reply, she was desperate. With than Max knelt before her, leaving a trail of kisses up her thighs as Y/N squirmed with anticipation. The feeling of his tongue over her pussy, he ate her out like a man starved. Every moan that rolled off her tongue only riled him up more, he licked every inch of her center and sucked her clit like it was his last meal. As she begged him to let her come, her words caught in her throat with a squeal as he plunged two fingers into her entrance. She wanted to cry, it was all too much. "Aww, you wanna come liefje (darling)?" He smiled up at her and spoke in an almost mocking tone as he worked his fingers in and out of her and rubbed greedy circles on her puffy, overstimulated clit.

"Please, Maxie, please, please let me come...fuck!" She gasped out, her hands tangled in his hair.

"Since you asked so nicely, darling, I'll let you...come all over my fingers..." He sucked her clit and pumped his fingers even faster, pushing her over the edge. He came with a loud, straggled moan, her slick leaking out over Max's fingers and palm. He licked his fingers clean once again, then pulling himself back on top of her.

"You wanna taste yourself schatje (little treasure)? Hm?" He grabbed by the neck, with a rough gentleness, while taunting her with his patronizing tone. He kissed her roughly, Y/N whined at the taste of herself on his tongue and his hand gripping her neck, she needed more. Max was her drug, and she was too far into her addiction.

"Max I fucking need you...please." She reached up and pulled his face back down for another heated hiss.

"Anything for you, liefje (darling)." He smiled down at her, their foreheads touching. This was the moment Max had been waiting for for months, dreaming, fantasizing. He wouldn't wait another minute to make her his. So, he stripped himself of his clothing and Y/N removed whatever was left of hers. He cautiously got on top of her, like she was the most delicate creature on the planet, and aligned the hit tip with her hole. But he wanted to draw this out, so he slowly dragged the tip of his dick along her slit, rubbing it on her clit and then back down. Max could've died a happy man right there, his body hovering over hers as she begged for his cock and trembled.

"Please Max, stop teasing, I need it so fucking badly..." She said in a whiny, needy tone. Seconds later Max was pushing his cock into her, stretching her out as she moaned. He didn't waste a minute, not even allowing her to adjust. It's like a switch kicked off in him, he was feral. He thrust in and out of her at a fast, rough, yet delicious speed. Within minutes of him fucking her she was already a babbling mess.

"Aww, Y/N darling, already too fucked out to speak?" He mocked, deriving a little too much joy from seeing her at his will.

"Maxieee- fuck- 's too good...fucking fuck!" She moaned out, but Max was far from done yet. She felt her walls fluttering around him as his dick twitched, a tell-tale sign they were both gonna come.

"Need to come, liefje? Aww, I'm gonna fill you up so fuck- fucking good. Gonna claim this fucking pussy..." He groaned, feeling his climax reaching.

"Please, Maxie- fuck- need to come so bad, 's too much, fuck- please" She moaned out breathlessly, but she was already gone. The knot in her stomach had already snapped, spilling her slick all over Max's cock. He soon followed suit, his dick twitching inside her and the painting her walls with his come. He took a look down at where their bodies met, smiling maliciously down at the sight of the mix of his and her release leaking out on his cock. He then collapsed on to her with a loud groan, propping himself up on his elbows to look at her face.

"You're mine now...you get that? Or are you still too cockdrunk to understand me?" He spoke in an almost patronizing tone, running a had over her hair; all she could do was nod in her fucked out state. After catching his breath, Max got up and ran over to the bathroom. He came back minutes later, picking Y/N up from the bed. She whined into his neck.

"Come on, darling...gotta get you cleaned up..." With that, he dropped her down into the tub, and he practically worshiped her body. He ran his soapy hands over her whole body, washing off the sweat with the utmost caution. He used a washcloth to wipe the come off her sensitive center, she whined softly at times. But Max was extremely gentle, and when he got her out of the bath and sat her on the counter wrapped in a towel, he took a quick rinse. He then took them both back to the bed, giving her one of his t-shirts to sleep in. She drifted off peacefully in his arms, not knowing what she'd gotten herself into. Now Max had her, he was inside her head. He was going to keep it that way, forever and ever and ever.

#f1 x reader #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x y/n #dark max verstappen x reader #max verstappen smut

[localwhoore]

hey its me again 😁

todays topic is why you freaky ass bitches are into dark! driver shit like Ok babesters !!

people can read what they want but ts is actually fucking weird bro rape kink is crazy 😭

thats weird as fuck like youre into…. being kidnapped…….. and raped??????? have you considered seeing a therapist? and speaking about your issues? and what if the drivers see what youve been writing??? WHAT IF LANDO OR MAX OR WHORVER SEES THAT YOUVE WRITTEN A FIC ABOUT HIM LOCKING YOU UP IN A BIRD CAGE AND VIOLENTLY FUCKING UR “innocent pure pink pussy with his 40 inch schlongus🥺🥺” LIKE BRO HES NOT GNA “breed u so ur stuffed w his fertile seed and stuck w him forever” ??????? WHY ARE YOU WEIIIIRDDDDD

I LITERALLY SAW A FIC WHERE THE READER GOT KIDNAPPED????? AND GOT FUCKING BABYTRAPPED????????????????AND SHE WAS OK WITH IT BECAUSE CHARLES WAS HOT???????? THAT MAKES ZERO SENSE THATS SI FUCKING WEIRD BRO I JS CLOSED THE FIC AND WENT STRAIGHT TO SLEEP BRO LMFGFKAOOO 😭

“ur mine…… and mine only 😈😈😈 grrrrrrr daddys here kitten witten schmookulicious🐺🐺⛓️🖤” be so fucking fr rn if someone said that to u irl TELL ME TO MY FACE u wld not be SPRINTING IN THE OTHER DIRECTION 😭😭😭 AINT NO F1 DRIVER BOUTA SCOOP UR FATASS UP AND SWEEP U AWAY TO THE BED TO REPOPULATE THE EARTH WHILE UR CHAINED UP AND HAVE TO FILM VIDEOS ASKING FOR RANSOM MONEY 💀

almost all the plots are;

reader talks to a rando, driver gets jealous and violently breedfucks reader to “assert dominance”

reader is a hissy brat and driver gets jealous and violently breedfucks reader to “assert dominance”

reader is casually spending time w her friends like a normal person and driver gets jealous and violently breedfucks reader to “assert dominance”

reader gets manipulated into a relationship and then driver violently breedfucks reader to “assert dominance”

driver violently breedfucks reader to “assert dominance” to babytrap so that pookie reader will 🥺never leave themmmmmmm🥺

to end things off,, lets play a drinking game! every time u see a dark fic, check the warnings. if it says somnophilia take a shot. if it says breeding kink take a shot. if it says size kink smut take 2 shots. if it says manipulation, obsession, controlling behaviour, gaslighting, or dubcon take a shot for each that shows up. now u can read the fic. take 5 shots every time a driver growls “youre mine”. take 3 shots for every ooc thing ANYONE does throughout the whole story. take 2 shots if the setting is in a random bar. take a shot if the driver gets jealous somewhere along the entire fic

and what do you get? whats your end result?

𝓪𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓱𝓸𝓵 𝓹𝓸𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰🕊️🕯️🛁🫧🎀

#🧼 rants #dark fic #f1 #formula 1 #formula one #max verstappen #lando norris #charles leclerc #f1 smut

[fangirl-dot-com]

lestappen x reader

📁synopsis: they were supposed to be the good guys. because they always do the right thing. but that was months ago, and maybe y/n doesn't think that anymore. she hasn't thought that since they tore apart her life. with blood staining the said heroes's hands, maybe this life isn't cutting out for her. And why do the villains keep looking at her like she killed her dog? The hero Opollon shouldn't care what Il Predestinato and De Leeuw think of her. But those emerald and sea eyes look oh so familiar.

Coming Soon!

#charles leclerc x reader #max verstappen x reader #lestappen x reader #they actually are all in love #platonic everyone else #platonic Oscar piastri #platonic lando norris #platonic carlos sainz #platonic Logan Sargeant #superhero au #villain au #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #vigilante au #good guys turn bad #but the bad guys are the good guys #formula one x reader #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #f1 x y/n #f1 x you #f1 x female reader #everyone has superpowers #dc and marvel type vibes #but make it dark and f1

[aquamarinemoonlit]

it's literally maxiel

#maxiel #dark curls and watercolor eyes #daniel ricciardo #max verstappen #formula 1 #formula racing #f1 drivers #formula one #red bull f1

[1655stuff]

White Swan/Black Swan

The range of F1 drivers... they all can be both really

#charles leclerc #max verstappen #alex albon #lando norris #carlos sainz #carlos sainz jr #white swan #black swan #f1 #formula one #i mean i love both but dark swan hits different #knew alex is a white swan when he gave me a reallyyyy hard time find a photo to fit the dark swan narrative #lando slightly too #might do the rest of the drivers

[rene-spade]

Ok but how are the crazy f1 dads with their daughters dating? Who on the grid do they like?

oof this is a loaded ask bc they really are all out of it 😭 they just love their babies fr

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dad! kimi | growing up räikkönen!

FIRST OF ALL kimi doesn’t really vibe with most people in general, let alone anyone who’s trying to get with his little lumienkeli. kimi was lucky to raise a little girl similar to him, who listens when he places a no dating rule lasting until she’s 21 (as far as he knows anyways). despises the guys on the grid trying to get with her; he was one of them once so he thinks of them as animals, especially leclerc who’s known for his brow-raising dating life. also hates pierre but he already didn’t fw him bc he’s french. he is SLIGHTLY more easy going with women around his daughter so any grid guys with girlfriends might have an advantage. he finds that he wants the im-a-dog-and-ill-do-whatever-my-girl-says type for his daughter, but he dislikes unintelligence. he does not like anyone on the grid, but he best tolerates:

mick schumacher!

oscar piastri (+lily)

he vibes with kika okay but hates pierre 💀

bonus! he actually really likes max but his hate/distrust for jos overpowers that so he’s not letting that happen

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dad! jenson | growing up button!

OK SO JENSON is a bit less intense than kimi, however he is much more publicly affectionate with his daughter which means that he has definitely gone on public rants about how no man is good wen enough for his baby. that being said, he is a decent judge of character so he doesn’t hate anyone on the grid. but he gets real serious when he notices people hitting on his baby. this is mostly bc he was def a whore when he was younger so he isn’t quick to trust guys who are living the same lifestyle he was. he kind of turns on dad-mode when he notices anyone eyeing her up. but alas, he raised his own mini-me, who attracts just about everyone, and who likes to flirt back. it takes warming up to, but he can see himself fine with most of the drivers. he most prefers people who are friendly and who didn’t act like him when he was in f1 like:

george russel

daniel ricciardo

lando norris

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dad! fernando | growing up alonso!

NANDO IS DEFINITELY one of those guys who thinks he’s a “cool dad” bc he’s a young father and his daughter is his best friend. but in reality he’s one of those intense, fiercely overprotective dads who have impossibly high expectations for his daughters partner. 100% the type to punch a mechanic for saying gross things about his princesa. he’ll be calm and in a good mood then someone on the grid (or any man ever) mentions his daughter and he’s like 😐. UNLESS! it’s carlos. carlos is the only one who meets his standards, sorry to literally everyone else. but even with carlos, he can be a little stern just to get his point across about not messing with his only child. he just feels the need to personally approve of his daughter’s partner bc he’s hyper-paranoid about someone hurting her. his list looks something like:

carlos sainz!!!

that’s it

i mean if you put a gun to his head maybe max bc he’s a winner but he needs to learn to speak spanish so-

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dad! jos | growing up verstappen! unfortunately

FUCK JOS VERSTAPPEN obviously, however this man is one crazy dad who we have to discuss. his love for his youngest daughter is wild and unpredictable, and it’s very different from the way he treats his other children. his baby has some extreme one-sided beef with him that he’s smart enough to know about, so he isn’t too forceful about bonding, it’s definitely more desperate since max found success in f1 and she sticks with her big brother now. her entire life, he’s never allowed her to date, and when he found out about her first secret bf, he got arrested for trying to kill the kid so. he has IMPOSSIBLY high standards for his daughters partner and definitely wants her to marry within the f1 community, but he hates losers and despises half the grid.

suddenly he’s charles leclerc’s biggest fan !

lewis hamilton but he’ll never admit it

MAYBE carlos sainz

bonus! max obvi likes daniel ricciardo best but jos doesn’t fw him like that

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Ren

#dark! f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 grid x reader #obsessive f1 #carlos sainz x reader #charles leclerc x reader #f1 oc #f1 reverse harem #daniel riccardo x reader #max verstappen x reader #lando norris x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #kimi räikkönen x daughter reader #dad! jenson button #dad! fernando alonso #dad! kimi räikkönen #jos verstappen

[buckyhad]

Forever

Pairing: Dark!Carlos Sainz x reader

Warnings: NC thats it, based on this request!

Carlos was the sweetest boyfriend you have ever had, caring, tending to your needs, loving.

Until he got jealous, every little interaction between you and another men was a reason for him to lash out at you. Nothing serious, it was normal for your boyfriend to feel that way sometimes.

Except that time went he took it a little too far.

"That's the dress you are wearing tonight?" Carlos asked furrowing his brows.

"You don't like it?" You asked a little bit sad, tonight was another gala with the drivers about something you didn't remember anymore, choosing a red long dress, with a low cut and a high slit that you loved.

"Yes, I like it, but you are showing a lot" he said.

"Its just a part of my leg".

"Whatever" you knew he was already working himself up so you just decided to leave it there, thinking that going to the gala and getting some drinks in his system would help him calm down.

But you were so wrong.

You two arrived at the place an hour before, Carlos got some strong drink while you choosed some water, Carlos hated when you drinked.

Alone in some corner while Carlos was at the bar again, waiting for his order, when Charles, Carlos' teammate went to say hi to you, making Carlos start to march where you to were happily chatting, getting there just in time.

"I really like how that dress looks on you" Charles said touching the strap of your dress.

"Thanks you, I love the colour a lot" you said blushing a little bit, taking a step back from the monagesque.

"I know, she looks so nice" Carlos said with his hands on the pockets of his pants "We are going amor, grab your things".

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"That's why you used that dress? So you would get compliments from Leclerc?" Was the first thing he said when you got to the hotel.

"No! I really liked how it looks on me!".

"Stop lying!" He said grabbing your arm.

"The fuck is wrong with you" you screamed at him trying to get of his grip.

"You know how much I love you, why do you need to flirt with other guys?"

"I wasn't flirting" you whispered "I'm going to go now, let me go, please".

"I'm sorry amor, I didn't mean to grab you, I'm just so mad" he said looking at you with those pretty big brown eyes "Please, no te vayas (don't go)".

"I just need some time, to think you know".

"Te amo (I love you)".

"I know" you said closing the door and making your way out.

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You rented a small apartment on Spain, wanting to be alone for a week, not talking or seeing Carlos.

But he had other plans, leaving at least 50 missed calls per day and thousands of unread messages.

-----

By the fifth day without knowing anything about him, someone knoked on your door, being as tired as you were lately, you just opened the door without looking.

Feeling a hand on your mouth while the person closed the door you felt their breath by your ear.

"You need to be more careful, someone could hurt you" Carlos said.

You tried to take his hand off while he was pushing you towards the table.

"I'm going to take my hand off, you better not start screaming" he said and chuckled "At least not yet".

"What are you doing" you started crying, feeling how his hand pushed your upper half onto the table, and hold you there, while his other hand pushed your dress up and your panties down.

"Read your texts with Charles, 'I'm so sorry that you fighted with Carlos, I'm here if you need anything'" he recited while starting to get his tip wet with some spit.

"Please, he just wanted to be nice. You've lost your mind" you cried feeling how he pushed inside you "Carlos you know I'm not in anything, pull out. Please" got out between sobs.

"Well, you would be mine forever now".

A/N: I'm sososo sorry this took so long, I've been studying for an exam (went sl fucking wrong) and now I've another one, anyways, FORZA FERRARI SEMPRE, happy Carlos won today, sad how they didn't listen to Charles AGAIN

#charles leclerc smut #f1 fanfic #lando norris smut #carlos sainz smut #max verstappen smut #lando norris x reader #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x you #pierre gasly smut #max verstappen x reader #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz x reader #dark!carlos sainz #carlos sainz x y/n

[tommydarlings]

pairing: charles leclerc ; carlos sainz ; max verstappen ; toto wolff ; rbr!sebastian vettel ; astonmartin!sebastian vettel ; lewis hamilton x reader

warnings: mentions of smut, mentions of dacryphilia, brief mention of chocking, mention of face sitting, mention of fingers in mouth, mention of hickeys, mention of little bites, possessiveness

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CHARLES LECLERC

This man is definitely a dom… but if you really want him to be a sub, he can also be one.

“I’ll do anything for you, baby…tell me what I should do and I’ll do it mon amour, I swear.”

“Please don’t stop, ma jolie…S'il-vous-plaît!”

You sometimes really love him as a sub, but you still couldn’t deny that you love him even more as a dom.

“You're so cute when you’re struggling.”

“You know you’re mine, aren’t you? Yeah, you are.”

CARLOS SAINZ

99% a typical dom but oh those beautiful puppy dog eyes that carry this 1%.

Te quiero mucho, cariño, me arrodillaría por ti, mi amor.” I love you so much, baby, I would go on my knees for you, my love.

LOVES it when you sit on his face while he looks up at you with those brown puppy dog eyes, whining and groaning every time you pull on his hair to pull him closer.

Enough of puppy dog eyes Carlos, let’s go to possessive Carlos 'cause oh my go was this man possessive over what he claims to be his.

Pulls you closely by your waist to his body and roughly squeezes your skin if he catches you talking to Charles for a little to long.

ALWAYS forces you by your chin or throat to look at him if you refuse to do so.

“Los ojos puestos en mí, pequeña zorra.” Eyes on me, you little slut.

MAX VERSTAPPEN

He doesn’t get called 'mad max' or hot headed or stone cold for no reason.

This man doesn’t only always dominates the racing tracks, but you as well.

Without a doubt, this man would do anything for you, but only if you would be ready to do anything for him.

“You better do as I say or you’ll be regretting it my love, I swear.”

“Oh you want to play that kind of game? Flirting around with my rivals? Then so it be, y/n baby, let’s see where it takes you.”

LOVES to taste you, no matter how attractive he thinks it is to see the bulge trough your stomach, eating you out is for him the best thing in the world, even better than winning.

TOTO WOLFF

A dom. The only logical way to say it. A. Dom.

LOVES to make you beg.

“Go on, c'mon — say please.”

“Ask me nicely and I may let you cum.”

This man enjoys watching you suck on his fingers — especially his thumb, way to much.

“Just like that schatzi, yes — that’s my good little girl, am I right?”

LOVES towering over your figure, looking down at you with a stern gaze while he’s making you feel all shy and weak.

“Not having such a bratty mouth, now do we, little one?”

LANDO NORRIS

Maybe sometimes a dom if a race didn’t go as planned or just simply after a bad day but most of the time definitely a sub.

LOVES to worship you like you're some kind of goddess to him.

Also loves to kiss your thighs for what feels like hours before he pleases you with his tongue.

And definitely whining and moaning every time you pull on his hair.

“Is this comfortable for you, baby? Are you comfortable?”

“C'mere, let me take care of you, my darling,” he would whisper into your ear before he would give you the softest neck kisses.

But when he had a bad day? You do exactly as he says.

“Get on your knees and just shut up, okay? Just like that, f-fucking perfect, b-baby.”

RBR!SEBASTIAN VETTEL

Let’s be honest…dom is literally him. It was invented because of him.

LOVES to mark you up to show everybody that you're his.

Leaves hickeys and little bites all over your body — your neck, your chest, your back, even on your thighs and abdomen.

“Want every single person on this goddamn planet to see that you’re mine, understand me?”

“Every time you’ll try oh so desperately to cover them up, I’ll give you even more and even stronger ones… and believe me when I tell you that they’ll hurt even more, mein liebling.” my love.

POSSESSIVE OVER YOU LIKE NO ONE ELSE.

“Every single day I’ll make sure that you’re mine and you’re still here right now looking like some slut, c'mere.”

ALWAYS having a hand on you. Either on your thigh or around your waist or over your shoulder or simply holding your hand, obviously visibly showing everybody that you’re his.

THIS MAN HAS A BIG THING FOR DACRYPHILIA, YOU CANNOT TELL ME OTHERWISE.

“Aww, is she crying? Did I make her cry simply because of my big cock? How sweet is that!?”

“Don’t wipe your tears away, it’s okay meine liebe, my love, I love seeing what I do to you.”

But in the end, you know that he’s always there for you and would also do absolutely anything for you.

“Thank you for supporting me every race, seriously… I love you so much.”

Bonus;

ASTONMARTIN!SEBASTIAN VETTEL:

HE'S SO BABYGIRL PLS THIS MAN COULDN'T HURT ANYBODY!

“I love you mein liebling, so so so much, to the moon and back!” And you were always only able to laugh at his sweet words.

ALWAYS wants to take care of you.

You go out and need to put your coat on? He quickly grabs it and helps you put it on.

It’s wildly raining and you don’t want to get your beautiful new pair of high heels that he bought you wet? He immediately — without hesitation, picks you up bridal style and carries you to the car.

Maybe doesn’t want to admit it but one of his favourite things to do is baking with you.

“Sweetheart, can you please hand me the flour?” “Here you go, mein liebling.” my darling.

AND LOVES CUDDLING MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE.

“Come in my arms, baby — c'mere.”

“I love to hold you, I love you.”

LEWIS HAMILTON:

Honestly… a dom.

If he tells you to do that and that, you better do exactly that and that.

VERY demanding and cocky.

“C'mere — I said, come. here.”

“You’ll listen very carefully now, alright?”

COULD BE THE SOFTEST BF EVER BUT TURNS INTO THE BIGGEST DOM IN JUST A SECOND.

“You wanna say that again?”

“No, no, no, repeat that, c'mon.”

LOVES to let you ride him.

“Just like that, oh my god, you’re bouncing so fucking good on my cock.”

#fanfic #fanfiction #f1 #charles leclerc #carlos sainz jr #Carlos sainz #max verstappen #Toto wolff #lando Norris #rbr!seb Vettel #rbr!seb #dark!rbr!seb #lewis hamilton #smut #smutty

[verstappenclerc]

#missing them hours #max verstappen #charles leclerc #lestappen #(needed a new header & i couldn’t pick) #1633 #it’s just that every single one of this pictures is so beautifully balanced colour wise #like the proportions the light to darkness ratio the contrast the colours are perfect

[saiyanwitcher]

PRINCE OF DEATH

Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen | Alternate Universe | SCIFI | Dark Drama | WIP | 9/32 Chapters posted

Charles, a man from Earth, is thrust into a tumultuous journey of self-discovery when he is taken from his home by a member of a dwindling alien warrior race. As he grapples with a newfound identity, Charles becomes entangled in a web of intrigue, lies, and danger aboard the ship of universe’s tyrant Emperor Jos. 

While navigating complex relationships and confronting the dark secrets of his past, Max, the prince of this warrior race, finds himself unusually intrigued by this newcomer and begins to struggle with emotions and the risks of giving into his feelings for Charles. Forging a path toward redemption and confronting his inner demons, Prince Max will have to navigate betrayal, horrific abuse, and self-doubt before ultimately finding solace and strength in the arms of Charles Leclerc. But, is freedom worth the risk?

Read on AO3

#lestappen #max verstappen #charles leclerc #work in progress #lestappen fic #lestappen fic rec #scifi #Prince of Death #alternate universe #Dark

[souvenir116]

Get yourself a man that can do both <3

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#so sweet as his eyes crinkle <3 but #first gif. literally alters my brain chemistry 😋 #the dark gaze. the blue #my god #gives so bad #mafia au but max is not happy with something on his business #I'm dead #Once I Pull This Trigger Off Max... #max verstappen #formula 1 #f1 #miami gp 2022

[abbatoirablaze]

Racing Stripes, Chapter 7

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings:  noncon relationship, toxic relationship, sexual abuse, anal play, bondage, mentions of oral (m receiving), ball sucking/taint licking, implied rimming, implied anal sex. 

“A deal is a deal,” Max said simply, shrugging at his friend, “there’s no reason why he shouldn’t have fulfilled it.”

“I choose Sugar!” Max smiled, not bothering to look at any of the other men.  Everyone, including Max’s normal girl La La gave him a shocked look.

“Are you sure, Max?”

Max didn’t miss the pointed, angry tone from the other driver.

“I said her name for a reason, did I not, Valtteri?”

The older driver bit the inside of his cheek and nodded, “very well.  I choose La La.”

Max’s head snapped in the direction of the Mercedes driver, “What?”

“I choose La La,” Valtteri said again, this time shrugging his own shoulders, acting as though his decision was not a big deal.  La La didn’t move.  She stared helplessly at Max, silently begging him to not let this choice stand, “what?  Everyone knows that Sugar is normally my choice…but she’s not available.  So, I’ll simply move on.  La La.  Get your things.  I desperately need some release from tonight.”

“A-are you sure?” Lando asked once again, “I-I mean, I appreciate it more than you know, yes.  I jus-“

“A few of the girls have whispered about it, pal,” Max chuckled, nudging his friend, “we all heard about the secret little rendezvous during the break.”

Lando paled, “y-you have?”

“I get it.  You’re in love with her.  We can all see it.”

He paled even more, his throat tightening, “y-you can?”

But Max only placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder, “Lando, if I place higher than Bottas I will certainly get you Sugar, alright?  And anyways…I remember what happened in Austria.  I’m grateful to you.”

“Of-Of course.  I mean, I already-“

“And I know what you did for Danny.”

Lando couldn’t help the sad smile that graced his lips, “y-yeah…”

“You’re a good man, and my friend…my brother…if I can help you, Lando, I will.”

“Thanks, Max.”

“Max?”

Max felt like he was on the verge of a panic attack. 

The choosing had occurred, and most of the guys had left to the hotels with their chosen women, but Max stood in the paddock, Sugar nervously standing beside him.

“Max?”

The young driver’s head snapped towards her. 

And suddenly he felt bad about regretting his choice.  His heart ached at the way she just naturally flinched at his sudden movement.

“I’m sorry…”

“Don’t apologize, Sugar.”

“Y-you can trade me back to Valtteri…I-I don’t want to make La la-“

“Sugar!”

Sugar stopped speaking when she saw Lando coming into the room.  Max watched as her eyes lit up, and began to get glassy.  He knew that he made the right choice in that moment, seeing another one of this friends so happy as his reaction met her own.

“Lando…”

The young driver rushed Sugar and swept her up in his arms.  Their lips met quickly, and she cupped his face as he lifted her off the ground.

Max couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous of the interaction between the pair.  Even while he cared for La La, he knew that he didn’t have that sort of relationship with her.  He stood, admiring how sweet they looked, so swept up in one another, until they broke their kiss.  He knew that his best friend Danny Ric had felt a similar way about one of the other motorsports girls, Sheila, and to see his other best friend finding his own happiness with another made him wonder if he’d ever find his own.   

A stray tear slipped down Sugar’s cheek, and Lando was quick to wipe it away, concern instantly lacing his features, “hey-hey…what’s wrong, Sugar?  I’m here, baby.  I-“

“I’m so sorry, my love,” she whispered to Lando.  She looked to Max, “Give me to Valtteri.”

Max frowned, seeing the heartbreak cross his friend’s features, “Wh-what?  Sugar, no.  Valtteri is manip-“

“I don’t want to be with him,” she said quickly, turning towards him once more.  She held his face in her hands and rested her forehead against his, “god, what I wouldn’t give to be with you, ten times over…but La La…sh-she’s not used to him.  Valtteri is going to try to prove a point because Max chose me.  He-“

“Max, you won’t trade her back, right?” Lando said quickly, cutting her off.  Max bit his lip, watching the pleading looks from both his friend and his friend’s love, “I-I picked La La for you in Austria.  I-“

“No…” Max said gently, “I-La La and I have a working relationship, and maybe it’s gotten a bit too comfortable…but I-I made a deal with you.  If Bottas wants to have a go at her…that’s well within his rights.  She doesn’t belong to anyone.  I made a deal with you, Lando.  I told you that if the time came that I could repay you for Austria, I would.  Well, it came…and I paid up.”

Lando breathed a sigh of relief, “Y-yeah…yeah.  You did…”

“We good?”

Lando nodded, holding his fist out to his friend, “we’re good, brother.”

Max bumped it, and quietly walked away from the couple his guilty conscience gnawing at his heart, knowing that his own favorite girl must be in her own version of hell, and it was all his fault.

Valtteri was beyond pissed. 

Sugar should have been here with him. 

She was all but his girl anyways. 

Sure he’d been a little stricter with her since the break…but that was only because he was aware of the fact that she snuck off while he was training for a few hours, only to spend time with another driver.

But Sugar was his.  They’d spent nearly a whole year with one another.  But instead, he had to settle on La La, when Max Verstappen had chosen her. 

And all to give her to Lando Norris.

“DID I SAY YOU COULD MOVE?”

La La flinched away from the driver as he shot her a look of disapproval. 

“I-I was jus-“

But her words were cut off as his hand fell on her throat. 

“You didn’t clean me up.” He said pointedly, his own gaze returning to his crotch.  He was still hard even after cumming, and while she had swallowed most of his load, some of it was dripping down his shaft and balls, and onto the couch.

“I-I jus-“

“Clean.  Me up.”

He released her neck and she fell back an inch, before lowering herself to his cock once more.  Valtteri spread his legs, giving her more access as he rewound the playback of the race.  His jaw twitched as he watched the overtake of where he lost out to Max. 

Beneath him, he could feel La La’s delicate hands as she cupped his balls and licked and suckled away the cum that had mixed with the sweat.  She whimpered as he spread his legs even more and she noticed the cum sitting atop the leather.

“All of it…”

“B-But you’re right there…”

“I’m aware of where I’m sitting, La La…”

She felt her stomach going into knots.  She leaned down a little more, and as her tongue slid out to get the last sticky droplets, he slid forward just enough so that her tongue came in contact with his taint.

La La fell back onto her ass, and the normally stoic man chuckled, “what’s wrong, La La?”

“Y-You moved!” she accused, “you made m-“

“I made you what?” he growled, suddenly turning his attitude from happy to angry, “what did I make you do, hmmm?”

“I-I-“

“I’m not making you do anything,” he growled, “you’re here because it’s your job…so if I want you to clean me up-“

“You made me lick your-“

“Again, I’m not making you do anything!” he pointed out with a shrug.  He spread his legs even more, allowing her to see all the way up to his puckered ring of muscle, “but I will say this…if you stay and fulfill your contract, I expect a certain level of pleasure…and right now, it’s this…”

“Y-you want me to do what, then?” she asked.

“I think you know what I want,” he smirked, his large hands splaying out over his thighs as he subtly gestured to the idea that he wanted to be rimmed, “are you going to fulfill your contract, La La?”

“I-I don’t-“

“You don’t what?”

She looked away from him, embarrassed to say that not only had she never been a giver of that type of pleasure, she wasn’t on the receiving end either.

“I’ve never…”

Valtteri licked his lips, a list of sinful brags appearing in his mind that he knew he could lord over Max and Lando, “oh?”

Before she could respond, he had grabbed her by the neck again and lifted her onto his lap.  She whimpered against his touch and how he pulled her hips tight against his.  He knew that in the morning there would be bruises, but he also didn’t care. 

“I’m going to show you so many things, La La…by the end of the week you won’t even recognize yourself.”

She whimpered again and his free hand wrapped around her waist and slid down to the top of her ass, “first things first…I’m going to show you what I like…and then, you’re going to repeat it on me…understood?”

A few tears worked their way into her eyes, and she nodded, “o-okay…”

He grunted, lifting her with himself, before unceremoniously walking over to the bed and tossing her on it, “all fours.”

She obeyed the command without a word but shied away from his hands when he attempted to spread her cheeks. 

She heard him growl from behind her and attempted to look, but the breath was forced out of her when he pushed her head and shoulders onto the bed and forced her legs apart.  She felt his body pressing against hers, his breath hot on her neck, “I was trying to be nice…you know…show you I can be a good guy…but if you’re just going to act difficult, then I’ll have to approach this differently.

She gasped when he moved suddenly.  The weight of him against her body was gone, but she was paralyzed by fear.  She didn’t even dare look up. 

Behind herself, she could hear some rustling around.  And while she was tempted, she closed her eyes and fought the tears that threatened to spill instead. 

Her head snapped in his direction, however, when she felt him grab one of her hands. He was quick to snap the cuff on her left hand and to the bedpost before she knew what was going on. 

“Wait!” she squealed, trying to fight the man as he repeated the actions with her right hand.  She tried to turn, but he dropped to his knees and started the process all over again, only this time with her feet, “What are you-hey stop that!  Stop!”

He shifted and finished it by securing her left food to the bed post. 

La La felt impossibly bare and vulnerable as her most intimate parts were spread for the driver.

“V-Valtteri, please…”

“You almost sound like my Sugar,” he mused with a smirk.  Her eyes went wide when she spotted a ball gag in his hand.  She immediately closed her mouth and his weight pressed against her once more.  She whimpered again as he pinched her nose closed, “almost…her voice wavers a little more when the cuffs come out…because when the cuffs come out, she knows she messed up…she knows she’s going to get broken.  But don’t you worry, sweetheart…I’ll get you there…one way or another.” 

The tears slipped from La La’s cheeks as she looked at the smug driver.  It was a waiting game that she knew she would lose as her lungs began to feel tight and heavy.  Her head began to feel like it was going to explode due to the lack of oxygen.  Her eyes watered even more as her body fought itself. 

But she couldn’t hold off for long.  The second her mouth opened, and she gulped in a huge breath of air, he let go of her nose but used his hands to fasten the ball gag to her mouth.  Her screams were muffled by the device, and Valtteri stepped back to admire his work. 

The naked woman was a whimpering mess. 

His cock twitched as he reached forward, groping at the globes of her ass.

“Now that you’re compliant…the real fun can begin,” he smiled, massaging the muscle.  He groaned as his hands spread her cheeks even more.  He spat on her puckered, virgin ring, and his hands slid towards it.  La La tried to shimmy away from his touch, but due to her restraints, she was limited.  Her balance got thrown off, and it pushed her face forward.  Her ass lifted ever so slightly from the misplaced balance and Valtteri took the opportunity to slip his thumb into her ass.  She squealed as he wiggled it around, “oh…we’re going to have so much fun this week, La La…”

Chapter 8

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