#omega max verstappen

[laura1633]

Another random omegaverse headcanon for Omega Max that I think about from time to time is ...

Max getting stressed or anxious during a race and Alpha GP having to use his alpha voice to sooth him over the radio and get him to calm down and do what he asks. It is a really controversial thing to do and everyone in the paddock is shocked but Max trusts GP more than anything and they make it part of their regular race weekend.

#Max Verstappen #gianpiero lambiase #omega max verstappen #Alpha Gianpiero Lambiase

[tetralea]

I never planned to write this chapter but here it is, pure smut! 😅 I think it’s time to really finish this baby now, hehe. Thank you to everyone who encouraged me at any point while writing this story! 💕

#charles leclerc #lestappen #max veratappen #abo lestappen #omega verse #true mates #omega max verstappen #alpha charles leclerc

[wisteriagoesvroom]

charles… you have to stop… your babygirlism is too strong, your cutie is too patootified.. they’ll kill you… charles

#charles leclerc #max verstappen #lestappen #WHAT is his hand doing #people saying he’s alpha in the streets omega in the sheets are absolutely not wrong #how are we supposed to defend the allegations when he does this unprompted #wisteria talks

[itshoneywhatever]

Charles had woken up that day feeling out of sorts. Just an overall sense of being off. Not bad, but not great either. And definitely that’s not how you want to feel during a race weekend, when you have so many commitments besides driving on an incredibly competitive sport when all you want to do is lay on your nest and nap. But still, he somehow manages to power through most of the commitments he has scheduled for the media on Thursday.

But the feeling persists throughout the day, skin itching and tight with something he can’t name, so once he manages to get away from Silvia and the endless list of media obligations, he lets his feet carry him wherever it is they want to take him, trusting them to carry him somewhere safe and comfortable. It isn’t until he hears his name being called that he actually pays attention to where he is.

And he’s not meant to be in the Red Bull garage, sticking out like a sore thumb in his red Ferrari shirt among a sea of navy blue.

Wide eyed he turns around to look at Christian, who had called his name repeatedly.

ao3 / idea

#my fic #honey writes #lestappen #lestappen fic #max verstappen #charles leclerc #omegaverse #alpha max verstappen #omega charles leclerc

[adimouze]

Me just waiting for the maxiel fics that will no doubt be born from max’s possessive, dominant behaviour today hehe

#maxiel #it’s giving alpha max #and it’s giving omega daniel #i need like ten million fics #max verstappen #daniel ricciardo #f1

[grogumaximus]

This is what Christian Horner said about this possibility earlier this month

#max is getting surgically reassigned as an omega 😔 #fernando alonso #max verstappen #sergio perez #translated from: x: @Agustinms67 #this can't be true.. #like nando would not want to be 2nd to max.. #but it won't happen #i would believe AM gets sold n nando lose his seat for next year than this tbh

[witchywitchy19]

An idea that I have brewing. Max/Lewis

A/B/O

This world was a cut throat one.

If you were not given the title of Alpha, you were not cut for this world, your life would cease to exist depending on what area you were born into.

The underground territory of F1, worshipped the Alpha's whilst the Omega's were sold off to breed the next best alpha's.

Omega's were just property, no free will to their own.

Max ran his hand through his hair for the eleventh time. He did not care for these auction events no matter how hard Christain tried to convince him. The dutchman held no interest in obtaining an Omega, his focus was of the racing they did in their spare time.

"Cant we just go Christian"

His team principal shook his head and Max groaned listening to Checo laughed behind him. Nothing was new to these events, it was the same boring line up Omega's from the different the teams, other than Red Bull who only ever had Alpha's in their team and Mercedes.

There had been rumours of an Omega within the silver arrows, that Toto had been hilding out and protecting said Omega but nothing could be confirmed. Max let out a groan and watched as Ferrari with Fred, Charles and Carlos took their seats in the booth.

"The rumoured omega that Mercedes have been protecting is being put up by Toto"

Both Max and Checo turned to Christain with surprise in their face.

"And supposedly this omega is a rare gem"

This had gained some interest from Max, the so call rumoured omega.

Afterwhile Toto had stepped out on to the platform, in his hands a chained rope that lead off to the side of the stage.

"There have been rumours speculating that we Mercedes have an omega that has been in our protection for some time, i can confirm that true however tonight this omega can be yours for the right price"

The Austrian team principal pulled roughly at the chain and suddenly there was another person in front of Toto. The man, roughly pulled at the braids of this smaller body, yanking the head up so everyone in attendance could see.

Gasps could be heard through out the building and loud whispers began to echo.

But Max did not care.

There on the platform was the most beautiful omega he had ever seen, the coco skin standing out amongest the white silk draped over the body. Deep gorgeous coal eyes staring up through thick eye lashes and a whine so spine chilling.

The alpha stood forward and bent down behind Christian, he had grabbed the man's shoulder, his claws having made their way out were now inbedded into the shoulder causing a flinch from the man.

"I want him"

#lewis hamilton #f1 #formula 1 #mercedes #44/33 #max verstappen #max and lewis #lewis/max #alpha beta omega #red bull f1 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #ao3 #4433

[le-stappen]

If Charles and Max launched a line for omega and alpha supplements.

#this was the first thing that came to my mind when i saw the advertisement 🤣 #lestappen #charles leclerc #max verstappen #omegaverse #omega charles #alpha max

[laura1633]

Do you have any omega Max ideas🥺I miss my beloved omega max

I love Omega Max too anon 🥺 He is adorable. I have a multi chapter omega Max story that I am in the very early stages of planning but that I am excited about! There are quite a few other Omega Max ideas in my (ever increasing!) list of fics to write.

I will share two of the omega Max fics that will hopefully be written soon(ish)

Alpha Charles feels really good about the fact that baby Alpha Ollie has come to him for advice on how to court an Omega. Ollie seems really nervous but tells Charles just how perfect the Omega is, how they have this gorgeous curvy body and the sweetest scent and he’s getting all red faced whilst talking about it. Charles gives him lots of hints and tips and thinks it is really cute however he later finds out that Alpha Ollie is trying to court his Omega - Max. Max is completely oblivious and thinks Ollie just likes hanging around him because he can give him racing tips. He has no idea at all that Ollie is trying to court him - just like he had no idea Logan was trying to court him or Oscar or any of the other younger alphas that follow him around like puppies. He is completely oblivious that he is turning all these younger alpha’s heads because he only has eyes for his alpha. 

Omega Max and Alpha Charles are mated and completely in love. Max gets really really needy during his heats though. He needs something inside him at all times, whether that is Charles’ knot or his fingers or tongue. Charles loves his omega and loves how affection Max is during heat but he can’t always keep up with how much Max needs so they decide to ask another alpha from the grid to help with Max’s next heat. Max gets to spend his next heat with two alphas who can give him 24/7 attention and keep him full up at all times. They also make sure that he gets all the softer things too - like cuddles and scenting and keeping him nice and comfortable. Just a nice fic of Omega Max being fully satisfied by two alphas.

#anon asks #Omega Max Verstappen

[tetralea]

‘My Omega sibling always craves chocolate after their Heats, so I bought you some too.’ Alpha Charles being a cutie to omega max

Oh, this is so cute! 😍

Charles swallowed hard as he rang the door bell of the building of Max’s pack.

He come bearing gift true, but he was an alpha, courting Max who was just around at the end of his heat, and he didn’t want trouble.

After a few seconds the door opened and Daniel stood in front of him. ‘Hello, Charles.’ He greeted the brunette with a smile. ‘I’m afraid Max is still sleeping.’ He said while peaking behind his shoulder, not even having to ask why the other one was there.

‘It’s okay.’ Charles was quick to answer. ‘Um, hi, anyway.’ He was shuttering. He wasn’t used to deal with Max’s pack yet, he barely dared to ask the omega out a few weeks ago yet. He was disappointed Max couldn’t come out but he tried to shake it off quickly. ‘I thought he might not be able to come, but I bought these to him.’ He said lifting the small package. ‘My omega siblings always crave chocolate after their heats so, I thought, Max might like them too.’ He said shyly, his fingers holding the package securely.

A huge smile spread on Daniel’s lips, looking tenderly at the alpha. ‘That is very nice, I’m sure-‘ he trailed off stepping aside, ‘-oh, hi Max.’ He opened the door wider revealing the tired omega.

‘Max.’ Charles eyes lit up, a soft smile spreading on his lips, he wanted to step closer but a low growl stopped him. ‘Sorry.’ He looked at Daniel, before turning to Max, taking him in. He looked like he just woke up, which didn’t surprise Charles. Heats, mostly heats without a mate could wore omegas out endlessly.

‘Hi.’ Max smiled and gave a look at Daniel, he didn’t need to be babied. ‘I heard your voice, so I thought I’d come.’ He explained, earning a soft happy sound from Charles and surprising Daniel at the same time.

‘How are you?’ Charles asked, his body instinctively trying to lounge him forward to hold his omega, but he tried to control himself in front of Daniel.

‘Tired.’ Max laughed and reached out wrapping his hands around Charles’ free wrist, stepping closer, ignoring Daniel’s concerned looks. Sure Charles wasn’t his mate or part of their pack, but he knew the brunette too well, he knew Daniel was afraid that Charles won’t be able to control himself around an omega barely out of his heat, but Max had no doubts. Also not like Daniel, an alpha , would know how Max felt in that moment, finally seeing the person he was yearning for in the last week.

‘I brought you this.’ Charles lifted the box once more, proudly, handing it to Max. ‘Chocolate. I hope you will like them, my siblings go crazy for them after their heats.’ He repeated himself just in case, curiously examining the omegas expression.

Long fingers wrapped around the box, leaving Charles a bit disappointed when Max let go of his wrist. After some rummaging it was open and Max examined every piece carefully. They were not a selection you can buy anywhere, they were hand picked by Charles. There were a few he knew he told the alpha he liked and a few, he never tried but were very similar to his favourites. It warmed his heart and it might have show, because he caught Charles inhaling deeply, his pupils dilating as an effect of smelling just how happy he made Max.

‘I love these, thank you.’ He said, putting the box to the self next to the door, stepping closer to Charles, his fingers holding the freckled hands, pulling them gently, and Charles couldn’t resist. He wrapped his arms around Max, embracing the tired omega, letting his sweet scent filling his entire being and his own catch Max’s skin, marking him immediately.

‘How was your heat?’ He asked carefully, gently caressing the broad back and the soft hair.

‘Shit.’ Max admitted it bluntly. ‘I was begging the others to bring you here, I missed you.’ He mumbled slowly. ‘I never needed anyone so much in my life before, I thought my skin would break, and leave my body raw, if I can’t have you.’ His words sent a shiver down on Charles spine and a dull ache in his chest.

‘If you will still want me I can be with you next time.’ He promised, nuzzling into the pale neck, his hands now scenting Max all over without even thinking about it.

‘Yeah, that would be nice. I mean I love the chocolate too, but I might just need you to be with me more.’ Max was grinning ear to ear, making Charles blush a little, which he found endearing. The soft lips found his easily, kissing him gently, making Max gasp when he could taste Charles finally after almost a week, it was intoxicating and soothing to his nerves at the same time. He purred into the kiss, making Charles strengthen the hold around his body. ‘Do you wanna stay a bit?’ Max asked a bit breathless. ‘We could try one of those chocolates then I’ll most probably fall asleep, but I rather have you with me this time.’

‘I’d love to, but I’m afraid Daniel would tear me to pieces.’ Charles laughed, bringing his hand up to cup Max’s cheek, his heart fluttering in his chest finally being with his omega.

Max snorted, shaking his head. ‘No, he just like to act tough, actually he is a sweetheart.’ Before Charles could have protested Max pulled him in and shut the door, picking up the box with the chocolates. ‘It’s okay, actually only he is here now, looking after me, since the other omegas are gone to catch their breath. They were with me in the last days and it was rough.’

He walked Charles trough an empty corridor, which looked like connecting several rooms, before Max opened his door and led him into the room. It was small, but cosy, most of the space was occupied by a bed and Max’s nest. The blonde on autopilot climbed into the nest, placing the sweets next to himself. Charles followed a bit insecurely, not wanting to over step any boundaries, but Max looked confident enough to trust him it was ok. He didn’t want a pack of angry alphas after himself.

Picking a package Max opened the chocolate starting to munch on it, while the alpha climbed next to him. It was nice and calm, Max’s scent overpowered everything in the room, and Charles could pick up faint memories of it from his heat. It was different, it hit him differently, but it was still unmistakably Max. He fed the blonde with some chocolate, before sensing just how tired Max quickly become, falling into sleep in his arms easily.

‘Sleep, sweet omega.’ He kissed his forehead, scooting closer to cuddle up to the sleepy blonde. ‘You still need to recover.’ He let Max fidget a little, trying to find the most comfortable position.

The mumbling was barely audible. ‘You know my nest will smell like you now, and that is the best part.’

Charles shook his head and placed another kiss to the plump lips. ‘I promise I’ll be with you next time.’ Max mumbled something else something Charles couldn’t understand then he could only hear the soft even breathing of his omega. His heart was soaring, fingers slowly moving in soothing circles on the plain cotton shirt, he was happy.

After some time he slid out of Max’s embrace, discarding his shirt and placing it back to the omega’s hand. He quietly padded out of the room, closing the door behind him. He was almost at the entrance when Daniel found him. ‘That is not your shirt.’ He teased, looking at the oversized T-shirt the brunette was wearing.

‘Yes I left mine with him, it might help him sleep better.’ He shrugged with a small smile.

‘I’ll tell him to return it to you when he is feeling stronger.’ Daniel winked and opened the door for Charles, waving him good bye.

#charles leclerc #lestappen #max verstappen #omegaverse #abo lestappen #omega max verstappen #alpha Charles leclerc

[ijustbookmark]

Our Story Needs a Second Part by winterfvIconx

RatingNot Rated

Archive Warning:No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:M/M

Fandom:Formula 1 RPF

Relationship:Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen

Characters:Charles Leclerc, Max Verstappen, Original Child Character(s), Victoria Verstappen, Sophie Kumpen, Pierre Gasly, Daniel Ricciardo, Lando Norris, Carlos Sainz Jr, Sergio Pérez, Jos Verstappen, Nikita Mazepin

Additional Tags:Alternate Universe, A/B/O - AU, Alpha Max Verstappen, Omega Charles Leclerc, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, sorry for the angst, also hurt/comfort, And a Divorce, and implied cheating, but there is no actual cheating, i really dont know how to tag, Post-Divorce, Idiots in Love, Mildly Possessive Behavior, Implied Mpreg, Post Mpreg, they have kid(s), Male Lactation, Allusions to Jos Verstappen's A+ Parenting, and a lot of drama, And a lot of feels, but also fluff, Getting Back Together, Angst with a Happy Ending, did I mention I hate tagging, also I hate writing summaries, Author Has Insomnia, I don't know why I wrote this, No Beta We Die Like My Hopes in Ferrari

Language:English

#f1 #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 #lestappen #charles leclerc fanfic #max verstappen fanfic #omega charles #divorce #pregnancy #mpreg fic #breakup #relationships #kids #family #heartwarming #fanfic #charles leclerc #max verstappen #moodboard

[misseffect]

what’s the flashpoints equivalent of this lewis ferrari insanity 😭 😭

phenomenal ask, thank you so much anon

it's a bit like if Shepard announced she was leaving Red Bull Normandy to drive for Ferrari Hierarchy. but thankfully she doesn't

we also have Garrus ditching Hierarchy after one (1) season to drive for Omega but he's just some rookie making a bizarre career move and not like. a seven time world champ

#flashpoints #f1 au #ask #why did i decide to write a fic where the MC is basically max verstappen with +20 to charisma? #i dont know. i ask myself that all the time #spectre are mercedes. i dont know why its just vibes #destiny ascension are williams (historic. flopping) #conclave are haas (shoestring budget duct-tape ass car) #alliance are alpha tauri (normandy B team) #cerberus are mclaren (orange. evil) #omega / archangel are brawn (shouldnt have worked but did) #i guess sovereign are aston but that's mostly alonso's propensity for crime and their bond villain team boss #arlakh company are alpine (car blows up all the time)

[jellycrusher]

Wolves and Lambs: Part 3

Alpha Max Verstappen x Omega fem!driver

Genre: Series, Omega verse, Enemies to Lovers, Romance, Eventual smut

Synopsis: Male Alphas are the ones who dominate motor sports all around the world, especially Formula 1. It is a well known fact. Females in general nor Female Omegas are never heard nor encouraged to join the sport since the 1950s. Well, up until now...

Word Count: 3.9k

Chapter’s Premise: "You are his mate."

Taglist: @laura-naruto-fan1998 @fanboyluvr @giffywiffy3408 @notyouraveragemochii @cmleitora @exotic-iris13 @topguncultleader @mirrorball-6 @barcelonaloverf1life @silscintilla

Parts: W&L masterlist / general masterlist

"Mom, how did you know Dad was The One?"

"I just knew. Your dad was a mighty Alpha, someone who commands attention and respect with every step. Out of everyone I've dated, his pheromones were the only one that affected me to such great extent. Turns out he felt the same way with my pheromones."

"Pheromones?"

"Oh my dear y/n. My sweetheart. Someday you'll know in your heart when you meet the right person."

The sound of the V6 engine. Crowds going wild. The feeling of starting on the front row. Red lights go one by one. It's a rush. Nothing can beat this.

Max was quick to snatch the lead from you on Turn 1. Charles also proved he was a tough act to beat. Ferrari's car was faster on the straights but Aston Martin has amazing rear grip during high speed corners.

And for this track with 4 long straights, fast straight line speed was needed. Even with DRS to assist you, you couldn't keep up with Charles. It was degrading your tire too much.

By lap 35, you descended to P12 after a horrific slow pit stop of 3.4 secs. The pressure got to you and you were about to radio-in your frustration but you were also quick to clear your mind.

Y/N: "What is the gap to the car ahead, Ben?!" Ben: "Albon ahead by 2 secs, then Gasly by 4 secs." Y/N: "All on old tires?"

Ben: "Confirm."

You quickly maneuvered your way on the first chicane going on the inside, easily overtaking Albon and Gasly. You gave everything that you can to battle it out with the Mercedes pair. Russell locked up and you took this opportunity to go for wide and overtake. You were in DRS range of Hamilton during the straight and you went for it as you both take the corner.

The remaining laps felt like an eternity. The confidence you had on your car the past few days didn't translate to today's race. Pre-season testing and Qualifying laps were different. Back then, you were getting a feel on the car without actually pushing it to the limit. But now? It's like getting an expensive exclusively tailored running shoe and using it for a marathon after only practicing with it for a few days.

Everyone had their difficulties on the first track of the season since this will be the first time these cars will be tested against each other's. These are experienced drivers. Driving in F2 compared to this is a whole different story.

And then the race ended much quicker than you've anticipated.

As much as you wanted a podium on your first race, it didn't happen. You were grateful to have gotten the pole position during qualifying but you repeat to yourself that P5 on your first race isn't bad. You could've given more but you aren't attuned to the car just yet. It'll get there.

You halt your car at parc ferme along with the other drivers. As you crawl and lift yourself up out the cockpit, the other drivers went on to congratulate you. Pierre and Alex were so quick to put their arm on your shoulders after you removed your helmet and balaclava.

"That was some amazing driving!"

"You got some moves, y/l/n!"

Both cheered at the same time and Pierre even rustled your hair. Yuki and Esteban joined them in congratulating you. Even the elder drivers such as Lewis and Fernando were amused at the camaraderie you've built with the other drivers.

Max was also able to notice your closeness with the other drivers from where he was standing. He had already celebrated with his mechanics and is just waiting at the side to wait for his turn while Carlos is being interviewed for finishing third.

He doesn't usually make a lot of effort to befriend any rookie but it left a bad taste on his tongue knowing that he's the only one you're not in good terms with. His friends are a good judge of characters and seems to be enjoying your company. Being the competitive person that he is, surely it won't be that hard to make you see him as a friend.

After the podium celebration and media commitments, you were summoned back to the hospitality and had a debriefing with the whole team. Datas upon datas are presented on the screen. The team discussed what worked and what didn't work during the whole race weekend.

Fernando praised how technically involved you are with the team for the car's development. In this line of work, you can't be too critical of yourself or else, it might even negatively affect your performance. P5 was a feat worth celebrating.

You ask Megan if you could stay for a bit inside the room to re-watch your race. Your notebook is your only company while you endlessly analyze every bit of your race.

It was enlightening and relaxing after an hour of working alone in the de-briefing room of the Aston Martin hospitality. You bid goodbye to the other mechanics and engineers that were still in the garage and walked across the paddock to your car.

You see, in the paddock, all hospitalities are arranged closest to farthest from the entrance based on your place in the championship last season. It's a given that the race leaders (Red Bull, Ferrari, and Mercedes) are the ones near the entrance. The midfield teams and back markers are at the end

A real Walk of Shame.

But with Alonso's and Lance's help last year, Aston Martin has now become part of the mid-field and a contender for being frontrunner.

You passed by the Ferrari hospitality when you heard Charles' voice calling out your name. He runs to catch up to you and matches your pace.

"Didn't expect you to stay behind as well." Charles called.

"I wasn't satisfied with my performance." You huffed.

"That was one of the best rookie performances on an opening race I've seen so far. Don't be too hard on yourself." He voiced. "Have fun! It's nerve-wracking but one of the best experiences you'll ever feel." Charles pats your head gently.

"You're right. I'm actually having fun looking at the reactions of the boys whenever I beat them." You joked.

"As harsh as it sounds, I'm glad there's a healthy rivalry between you and the grid. Anyways, how will you get back to the hotel?" Charles asked.

"I brought a car. How about you?"

Charles just grinned and chuckled without saying a word. As if waiting for a response.

You come to a realization on what he was hinting. "Do you want to hitch a ride with me?"

Charles did a poor attempt of a wink and did a thumbs-up gesture. You almost snorted in amusement because the man could not wink properly at all. Thank God, he's good-looking.

"As long as I'm driving." You suggest and Charles hitched a breath. "No arguments or else, I'm leaving you here." You looked around at an almost empty paddock.

He contemplated for a minute. "Fine. Just for the record, I am against this and I wanted to be a gentlemen. You owe me a car ride but next time, you're my passenger." Charles gave in and didn't insist.

"Deal."

The drive to the hotel was short but it didn't feel awkward at all. Charles was such a goofball especially when he opened the window and stuck his head out to scream. Clearly, he was on a high for bagging a podium.

There was a brief moment where you and Charles' eyes met. It was actually comforting, rather than awkward. He was comfortable being goofy around you and you were grateful that somehow this moment made you forget how you were beating yourself up because of the race result.

Charles turns up the speaker after he connects it to his phone and even invites you to sing out loud to As It Was by Harry Styles. He bobs his head so hard and screamed every lyrics out the window. You've seen the reactions of some of the people you've passed by. They're either weirded out by a strange man screaming his lungs out or amazed after they've recognized that it was the Charles Leclerc.

A crowd of people were waiting outside the hotel, screaming and cheering when you and Charles arrived at the hotel lobby. Charles waved at them and you dropped the car key to the valet. His fans were screaming his name in a deafening manner.

Charles walked towards them to sign a few merch items that the fans were holding out.

Somebody screamed out your name and it made you stop in your tracks from entering the lobby. It didn't occur to you that you would have fans this early in the season. You were just a rookie. Still a nobody.

Charles also called out your name and pointed at your fans when you turned.

Two small kids and their mom were screaming your name, beaming with joy. As you go near them, you stretched out your hand to take the shirt they're holding that visibly shows your number.

The kid was so adorable when she saw you signing her shirt. She was grinning from ear to ear, bouncing up and down while tugging her mother's shirt.

"She's a massive fan. She said she wanted to be like you when she grows up." Her mother leans slightly forward to whisper.

"Thank you so much! That's such a high honor." You replied as you knelt down and ruffled the kid's hair. "Did you watch my race?"

The kid aggressively nods. "Yes. You were great! I couldn't take my eyes off you from the screen. I promise to watch your race every time!"

"Well, then I promise that you have something worth watching for." You hand back the shirt to the kid and stood up.

Charles was done taking photos and signing stuff for the fans at the same time you were walking back to the lobby.

"Thanks for the ride! I enjoyed it." Charles turns to you after entering the lobby.

"Just rate your Uber Driver 5 stars please." You chuckle. "I enjoyed it too. You're my favorite passenger so far."

Charles was about to talk but was cut by Carlos who suddenly appeared beside him, arms crossed on his chest. You notice that he wasn't aware of your presence yet.

"Hey Charles! Why did I hear from your manager that you refused to use the car back to the hotel? You left it in the parking lot at the --"

Carlos choked at the sudden slap on his back by Charles. "Really? I wasn't aware that we had a car for me." Charles nervously muttered.

The poor man was confused at Charles' deflection but realized straight away when he noticed you watching the two of them. He stood straight up and waved at you.

"Hey Carlos! I brought back your partner in one piece. He hitched a ride with me." You cackled.

"Did he go crazy again? Turned up your speakers on max?" he asks.

"YES! He was a great passenger though." You beamed.

"Hear that? I was a 5-star passenger." Charles puffed out his chest.

"Yes, yes. Mate, you're late for dinner." Carlos said as he pats Charles' shoulder.

"Oh right!" Charles gasped. "Thank you again for the ride. If you need a driver, don't hesitate to contact me. Okay?" he adds as he slowly walk away with Carlos. You nod and gleamed in return.

It was a peaceful walk back to your room. The thrill of your first F1 race was slowly dying down. You weren't as dejected as you were a few minutes ago. Thanks to all the people who were supporting you.

Your phone buzzed as you exit the elevator. You pull it out from your pocket and saw an unexpected name.

HE WHO MUST BE AVOIDED AT ALL TIMES: Hi Y/n! I just would like to congratulate you for a great race. I saw some of the highlights in the cooldown room.

Aston Martin Y/N: Thank you Max. You too, congratulations on P1!

HE WHO MUST BE AVOIDED AT ALL TIMES: So I guess you also have a team dinner?

Aston Martin Y/N: Just a simple one here at the hotel. Nothing too fancy.

Aston Martin Y/N: I'm sure Red Bull would celebrate your win.

HE WHO MUST BE AVOIDED AT ALL TIMES: I didn't want to but Christian insisted. They've started to open the champagnes. Checo also brought some tequila.

Aston Martin Y/N: Tequila as a post-race reward actually sounds good right now

You assumed that was the end of your conversation but it also surprised you that it continued to go on. You were even replying to his messages during your team dinner.

Max was surprisingly easy to talk to. He could throw very hilarious jokes and even shared some memes with you that some fans have made from the Bahrain GP. The one that got you on a chokehold was a meme of George during the driver's parade. A true meme king. You almost snorted out your nose the water you were drinking while you were checking your phone.

Your constant exchange of banters with Max went on even during the two week break until the Saudi Arabia Grand Prix. You haven't yet talked to him personally outside of the phone conversations. It was easier this way. If only his scent wasn't a cause of your torment, you and Max could even be better friends.

Good thing that almost all of the drivers were so busy with media commitments come Wednesday of the Saudi Arabia GP. Even if you enjoy being text mates with Max, you still felt the need to avoid him.

In contrast with what you feel, you find yourself checking your phone almost every hour to see if you've gotten a message. It was quiet.

"How many times have I seen you checking your phone today? Are you waiting for a text?" Oscar asks as he walks with you through the paddock.

"Nah. I don't know. Kinda feels weird my phone is quiet. Must be busy." You murmured. "I heard Lando saying that you have New York Cheesecake for dessert. Can you spare some for me? Steal some from the Mclaren hospitality? Pretty please?" You hide your phone in your pocket and gestured puppy eyes at Oscar while tugging his shirt.

"Geez, you're such a sweet tooth. Fine, I'll steal some and deliver it to your garage later." Oscar replied. He effortlessly leans his arm on your head and teases you.

"Thanks Mom!" You skipped in joy.

"You have to stop calling me that. If that gets out, the people in the internet will surely start making memes of me as Mom Piastri." He jokes.

"That doesn't sound too bad, Mom." You teased the Australian Driver.

Max just got out of the Red Bull hospitality with his physio when he quickly noticed the two of you meters away from him. He takes note of how often he sees you in such a sunny disposition with the other drivers. He wanted to take out his phone and text you right then but was interrupted when his physio called him out.

It's finally race week!

The pace of your car was wonderful during FP1 and FP2 on the first day. There were no issues and the car was enjoyable to drive. You always land in P2 to P4, and it made you confident going into FP3, qualifying and the race.

However, something felt a bit odd on the second day.

Y/N: "There's a bit of a smell. A strange smell coming from the car. Is something wrong?" Ben: "Okay, we'll have a look." Y/N: "Doesn't feel different when driving but can you please double check?" Ben: "Nothing's coming up on our monitors. You can continue." Y/N: "Copy."

This started during FP3 but thankfully, you were able to finish it with no issues.

During Q1, things started to reach a decrescendo. Even the commentators were starting to get uneasy with how many reports you were giving back to your engineer.

Y/N: "My downshifts are really, really bad." Ben: "Standby." Y/N: "They're just super long. The whole downshift procedure." Ben: "Is there a specific corner?" Y/N: "The last corner is fucked up."

What happened on Q2 was the one that takes the cake. It ended your qualifying stint before you even had the chance to get everything out of the car.

Y/N: "Uhh I have a problem. Engine. Engine Problem. It's almost not accelerating." Ben: "Ok. Understood y/n. Well, we'll do what we can. We're happy for you to try and limp home, if possible."

"Traumatic twist that no one saw coming. The dominant Aston Martin car could not complete Qualifying. and y/n will have to fight through from 15th at best." Brundle commentates.

You went back to the hotel feeling dejected and almost wanted to stay cooped up in your room but the boys were so eager for you to join them for a short game night.

The boys were so chaotic playing Overcooked 2 in Lando's room. Yuki and Pierre were screaming at each other on whether they should throw the burgers their avatars were holding or place it on the counter, while Lando and Alex were bickering and laughing while they figure out how to maneuver their avatars.

"I could use some stress reliever. Thank you." You said as you nudge Oscar's side.

"We all needed it." Oscar replies.

Oscar was quick to react when a knock was heard on the door. He ran to get it and came back with Charles and Max following behind.

"Max, such a surprise to see you here!" Alex calls out Max while his eyes are still glued to the screen.

"I begged for him to come." Charles gleefully pats Max's chest and sat beside Alex.

Max sees you standing on the other side of the bed near Pierre and Yuki. You wave at him and he waves back. This was the first time you've interacted with him this weekend.

The first game ended and the boys gave the controllers to the rest of the group. Oscar sat beside you while Charles and Max sat together.

Charles suggested that they change teammates since Charles and Max's team usually wins during game night. As a handicap, Charles would be your teammate and Oscar would be with Max.

You laugh at the suggestion because when Oscar sat down beside Max, he reverted back to his introverted self. He wasn't as close with Max unlike with the others. He looked like a scared little lamb.

Charles was hilarious all throughout the game. He was even more riled up than you. You let him shout the steps to you while you concentrate on finishing the tasks.

Oscar was doing good with Max. They were bickering like kids but they were able to finish the task better than you and Charles. Max was now standing and focusing on the screen like nothing else mattered.

Everyone was basically cheering and screaming at this point. It wouldn't be a surprise if somebody reported a noise complaint.

At the end of the night, everyone bid goodbye to Lando and Oscar and walked back to the elevator together.

"I'm glad you had fun." Max whispers as he leans closer to you. Both of you were at the back of the group.

"I didn't expect for you to join us but I'm glad you did. Now we have the right amount of people to play the game." You replied.

"Oh right..." Max pauses. "Well, I'm glad I came."

Everyone got in the elevator with you being the last one to enter. The boys were still chatting with each other as you were looking at the screen at the side which says the floor. It dinged on the next floor and a group of five entered.

The other 6 drivers were now quiet while the five strangers were chatting. All of you got pushed back and you were now leaning hard against Max who was behind you.

You try your best not to be nervous at the sudden close proximity between you and the dutch driver. Your body burns at the sensation of his hands at your waist trying to steady you after you waddle out of balance when another person got inside the elevator, further pushing you against Max.

Max noticed a sweet scent within the elevator. Probably from the other people who just came in, he thought. However, when his face got close to backside of your neck, the scent got stronger. He can't help but be drawn to the succulent scent you're emitting from your nape.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt Max's breath brush against your skin. You could almost feel Max's chest purring against your back.

Max's scent was also starting to change and you were the only one to notice it. The scent emitting from him was sweet and musky. You could almost whimper at how ambrosial it smells. There was no sense of fear, but pure elation.

The other drivers were blissfully unaware of the tension building up between you and Max as they chat away with the others. You also see Charles joking around with Alex and Pierre.

Max felt your knees buckle slightly and his hands that were on your waist steadies you. Unaware of his surroundings, he continues to take in your delectable scent.

"Stop it, Max..." You whisper, careful not to let anyone else hear you but Max.

He was getting drunk with your scent. It was making him dizzy and he couldn't get enough of it. Like a bee being attracted to a flower's nectar.

His fingers on either side of your waist were now starting to bore into your skin. His growls were now getting slightly audible. The other drivers faintly heard it and were starting to notice a sweet scent as well but didn’t actually realize those were coming from you two. You gripped his right wrist but it didn't even faze Max.

It took him out of his trance when you nudged his stomach with your elbow after you heard the elevator ding and the strangers exited. You stride to the side beside Yuki, and Max steps away opposite to you.

No one could describe what happened between you and Max in that elevator. It left the both of you flushed and panting. Your minds lingering on each other's touch. Eyes glued to each other's gaze.

One by one, the drivers stopped at their respective floors. Leaving you and Max to be the last one left in the elevator. Max's eyes never left you. You avoid his gaze and frantically pressed the elevator button.

Max makes his way to you and slaps his hand on the wall next to you, pinning you in position by his proximity. Completely towering over you.

"Care to explain what happened?" Max grumbled, fighting through his daze.

"I don't know what you mean." You whimpered.

"I'm not stupid. Your smell..." Max slowly leans his face near the crook of your neck. He growls under his breath after one whiff of your scent. "Unlike any pheromones I've smelled."

Max was now burying his face in your neck. You notice the screen on the wall about to stop on your floor. "Max!" You push him slightly, freeing yourself away from him.

You stepped out of the elevator, fighting for your life to stay sane and not get affected by Max's scent. Max's eyes were droopy and his lips were glistening.

Max had no control over his body. He was frustrated that he wasn't able to stop you from fleeing away from him. The farther you ran away, the more his daze faded. The doors of the elevator were now closed and continued to ride up the building.

He knew exactly what had happened. He heard about this from Checo and his parents. There was no denying that you were an Omega and the reason why the both of you had felt that way earlier was because the two of you were fated to meet.

You are his mate.

Next part: Part 4

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see me bare my teeth for you

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Formula 1 RPF Rating: Explicit  Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply  Relationships: Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen  Characters: Charles Leclerc, Max Verstappen  Additional Tags: Accidental Bonding, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Intersex Omegas, Omega Charles Leclerc, Alpha Max Verstappen, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bites, Dubious Consent, Internalized Misogyny, Degradation, Slut Shaming, 2017 Formula 1 Season, Hate Sex, Enemies to Enemies Who Fuck Nasty, Name-Calling, Jos Verstappen's A+ Parenting, Max Is A Cunt, Max Is Also In Charles' Cunt, Boypussy, Dom/sub Undertones, Unsafe Sex  Series: Part 1 of bare your teeth verse (abo) Summary: 

It has been five years since Max gave Charles his mating bite on a rainy day in Val d'Argenton. Five years of Charles keeping his head down and ignoring it had ever happened. Until the day he set foot in the paddock, freshly signed to drive in F2, his dreams becoming true. Only there is one problem: his mate is too close for his body not to react.

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KINKTOBER DAY 19: A/B/O [MAX VERSTAPPEN X READER]

NOTE: This is an NSFW fic with omega!max and alpha!reader. If you're under 18 or this is not something you're interested in, then scroll past. If you like what you see here, then check out the rest of my blog :))

This fic is part of a kinktober series where I discuss a different kinky concept with a different motorsports athlete every day. We also discuss the concepts in more detail through asks on my blog so if you have any thoughts, feel free to stop by!

(For a while now we've been discussing the idea of omega!max crashing and then going to heat when a marshal helps him out of the car, I thought that for today's kinktober we could finally give this concept it's own fic! If anyone wants to add their own thoughts or hear more about this, please send in some asks! I'll be tagging everything with 'marshal!reader')

You watch from your marshal post as a red bull goes wide and hits the barriers, the car spins twice and then settles, losing a wheel in the process. You wait until the yellow flag is out and then rush forward to collect the debris, as you have been trained.

You check on the driver, realising it's max when you see the number on the car. You try to confirm he's conscious, but when he spots you he motions for help getting out the car. There are other marshals already clearing the debris so you do as he asks.

The moment he's out the car, he's frantically trying to get his helmet off. He appears unharmed, but you can smell the fear off him from a mile away.

The moment his helmet is off, he takes a few deep breaths, looks at you, and then just drops his helmet and gloves and dives into your arms. You nearly both topple down, having not expected it, but luckily you manage to catch him.

He whines high in his throat, turning his neck to the side as he clings to you and that's when you smell it. The scent of slick finally making itself known.

You realise he's in heat.

You try to back away, knowing you're unmated alpha and that he must be reacting to you. But he whines and clings to you even tighter, refusing to let you go.

"Don't leave," he mumbles against you, "please don't leave."

The medical car arrives but max still refuses to let you go, trying to hide against your neck.

The doctor ends up telling you to come with him, knowing that trying to get an omega in heat away from an alpha they've chosen is a losing battle. You don't want to leave your post, but your instincts are completely honed into the omega who won't let you go.

You know you have to go with them.

Max is whining the whole car ride to the medical centre, hissing at the doctor when he opens the door when they arrive. You have to coax Max out of the car, promising him that you're coming with and that you won't leave him.

Not that you would ever want to leave him.

They end up injecting heat suppressants into his arm, which calms him down enough that you can convince him to let you go and escape out the medical centre.

It hurts so much, because all your instincts are screaming at you to go back and look after the omega who has chosen you. But logically you know that's not the case. Max must have gone into a shock heat when he crashed, and you were simply the first alpha he encountered. He doesn't even know your name, there's no way it's anything more than instincts and now that he's been giving suppressants, you're sure he's going to be mortified once he can think straight.

So you leave.

What you dont know though, is that the suppressants stop working after a few hours and he asks for the marshal who helped him. They offer him several toys and other alphas, even Daniel shows up to offer to help. Max turns everyone down, crying out for the marshal.

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