♪ — 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗥𝗢𝗖𝗞 - part seven
max verstappen x fem! driver! reader (fluff)
“. . . this is what they call: puppy love.”
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2024 Australian Grand Prix
-> Thursday: press conference
"Yeah?" Max whispered, leaning down when you waved him closer so you could whisper in his ear. You cupped his ear so the audience of reporters on the other side of the conference room couldn't lip read.
"Can you get me a Red Bull, please?" Maybe Max is the one who needed to lip read because he is sure what he heard was not correct since there's no way you just asked for a Red Bull.
He gave you a confused look, before leaning down again. The other drivers talking on the microphone must have made him mishear. "I don't like coffee and we're out of tea. Can you get me a Red Bull? Please?" Max pulled away looking at you even more confused and lost. You stuck your bottom lip out in plead. Max pretended to think for a second, scratching his neck and raising his eyebrow in question and thought.
"What flavour?" He asked quietly.
"Blueberry." You whispered back, a smile lighting up your face. Max felt himself smile upon seeing your smile, going back to looking at the reporters with a proud smile despite them not knowing what he was proud about.
Logan Sergeant who was sitting on your other side noticed. "Blueberries?" he asked, confused from the missing context. You nodded, leaning closer so you could whisper in his ear. From across the couch, Charles felt jealous at the sight of Logan blushing and smiling shyly at the touch of your hand cupping his ear.
"Do you want one too?" you asked before pulling away. The blond tried to suppress his smile, thinking for a moment before shrugging and nodding, not seeing any harm. "Which flavour?"
"Blueberry." he nodded and you nodded back before turning back to Max who automatically leaned down for you to whisper.
Charles huffed lightly at the sight of you and the dutch laughing between yourselves. The Monegasque was clearly displeased that he was left out. He'd arrived at the conference room two seconds late, losing the only other vacant seat beside you to the American blondie and his Dutch Childhood Rival.
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"At the beginning of last year, you guys posted 'my first day' photos. Do you think anything from your list has changed since last year?"
You found yourself blinking confused, bringing your mic to your mouth, but no words leaving from utter confusion.
"She wasn't here last year." Max chuckled, pointing his thumb to the girl sitting beside him.
You chuckled shyly, "I don't think my brain is here with us today, I'm sorry. I understood nothing."
The conductor of the conference didn't hesitate to start explaining and describing the photos the drivers posted. Max on the other hand wiped out his phone and showed you. "Ohhh, yeah that makes sense now." you chuckled, gently taking Max's phone to see. "He's lying though. Max is lying. He does have a hype song." you pointed to the blond cheekily.
Max gave you an unimpressed look, and you shrugged in innocence as the other drivers started commenting on their changes. "What about you Yn? What do you think you would've written?"
You pursed your lips for a second, racking through your brain for possible answers. Max had unlocked his phone again for you to see what the questions were. "Well, it's obviously my first year in F1, if it counts as a year per se? I'm still from Spain. My favourite food . . . well I'd say burgers. I love burgers. Especially if the patty has cheese- is like cheese stuffed." you shrugged making the American smile and chuckle as he looked at you. "I just don't like the bread."
"As for my hype song I'll go with . . . I have no idea." You laughed sheepishly.
"See!" Max protested loudly, nudging you playfully. "Then you get angry at me for not picking something." The blond couldn't hold his smile as you pushed him back and he did again.
"Fein by Travis Scott." You stuck your tongue out at him.
"Thank you, drivers."
"Wait, she's missing one-" Max cut off, holding his finger up in wait. "Yn, what are you going to do this year?" Max asked with a smile, holding up his mic for you. You smile at him glancing at the sea of reporters,
"Maybe steal a win?" You joke making a few people around the room laugh. "I know that would be very difficult, but I'd like to at least share another podium with Max and Charles, Lando and Nando too." You laughed lightly. "I've also made new friends who I know I'd enjoy a podium with."
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2024 Australian Grand Prix
-> Friday
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Standing around the media pen after a long driving session wasn't one of your favourite things. Your body was tired and so were you, feeling like you could nod off and get away with sleeping if the press officer wasn't talking your ear out about what to say about the incident in FP2.
"Señor y salvador." [lord and saviour] You mumbled as the dutch driver approached you with his bottle you could only hope was filled with his endless Red Bull supply. "Bendiga tu alma." [bless your soul] You praise him as you take (more like steal) his bottle for a long sip. Max finds himself chuckling, feeling a small blush creep on cheeks with how comfortable you were drinking from his bottle. He gently placed his hand on the small of your back to guide you out of the way of the preparing reporters.
"I saw what happened in FP2, you're not hurt or anything right?" Max asked, not surprised when Lando inserted himself in the conversation.
"Yn? Hurt? More like she's the one doing the damage" You glance between the two as you continue to drink from the hollow straw, taking big gulps.
"What is that? Vodka?" Lando scrunched his eyes at the bottle you were hungrily swallowing from. "Gimme that" He reached to take a sip but you pulled away. A few of the other drivers watched as you tried to escape Lando. He did eventually steal the bottle. You watched with a pout as Lando wiped the straw with his sleeve and took a sip.
"That's just Red Bull." Lando stated, disappointed.
"Yeah, we'll it's her Red Bull now." Max chuckled, taking the bottle back from Lando and handing it to you. Your face lightened up as you continued to drink happily from the straw.
Max tried to hold in a smile, acting normal when Carlos joined the group. "I thought you were going to stay in the garage." You tell him, nudging his abdomen making the Spaniard double over.
"I'll get you back for that." He huffed, nudging your hip back. "This is not yours. Stop stealing people's stuff." Carlos continued to scold, pulling the Red Bull branded bottle from your hands.
"It's fine, she can keep it." Max tried to defend you but was given a 'no' signal by Lando.
You sighed as Max took back the bottle, taking a sip. You did try to take a sip from Lando's orange one but you were cut short by your press officer. The three men watched as you were the first to enter the pen for an interview. "I saw Leviana." Carlos whispered to his former teammate once you were out of earshot.
"Leviana- what? What's she doing here?" Lando scrunched his face in confusion.
"Who's-?" Max wanted to ask but found himself left out of the conversation. Max could tell though that whoever that woman was, clearly left a bad taste on the two driver's tongues. It also made him realise how little he knows about you.
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Max pursed his lips as he scrolled through the results page on google, reluctantly pressing on the Wikipedia link. He pursed his lips as he looked at the pronunciation guide. “I mean, I know how to pronounce her name.” He mumbled to himself, trying to ignore the fact that her name is probably pronounced differently in Berber (a branch of Afro-asiatic languages spoken by berber communities who are indigenous to north Africa. If I made a mistake please correct me).
Scrolling down, Max couldn’t help but take a glance at your racing record. He’s seen you around FiA prize giving galas but never really concentrated on the events to know what any of the attendees were awarded with. Now seeing the WEC table littered with golden boxes labelled [1]s was not a surprise to him. You were a three time world champion too, in the same years as him as well.
Max wonders in how many more ways you two are similar. Having fathers who raced in Formula One and took care of their karting career. Scrolling up, Max sunk back into his bed, reading the article uneasily. Like the nerd he is, Max knew wikipedia was not a reliable source so he did the next thing he could think of: opening twitter.
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Me pareció extraño que ellos (sí, ellos, por supuesto) no simplemente optaran por duplicar su apuesta por Barbie Fitness. Para bien o para mal, ya estaba algo establecido. ¿Qué crees que les llevó a cambiar de rumbo?
Dear Bizarre Anon,
Como siempre, primero la traducción y luego - mi respuesta.
' I thought it was bizarre that they (yes, of course, 'they') didn't just choose to double down on Fitness Barbie. For what it's worth, that was already a fixture. What do you think made them change their mind?'
I have many conflicting thoughts and yes, even feelings about all this, Anon, at the moment. I think it was a botched plan from the very start. Must have picked her from Raya, she was cheaply available (a quick buck for a quick side job, for her) and he did not vet her at all.
Why not double down on the other woman? Too loud, too orange, too brash are things that immediately come to mind. I think she sealed her fate with that Scottish week-end, when she had to share her son's vomit with the entire world. And overexpose a child, in the process. Probably also some things we might never be privy to - so, no use to look for answers in the Room of Nothing.
My answer to your second question will be very short: Park Anon. Panic. The problem was that this pap walk was picked up by People, a media outlet read by many in Hollywood, including agents, directors, producers, etc. A Big Problem, indeed.
For the moment, he turned off tags. I don't think you will see that girl ever again, Anon - and I do think this is a sure sign.
My questions are perhaps simpler:
How many IG followers will he lose in the foreseeable future?
How will this impact OL's broadcast ratings for Seasons 7-B and 8?
How will this impact Sassenach Spirits' sales short and middle-term?
How will this impact his business relationship with Southern Glaziers and the like?
How will this impact MPC's subscription trends and financials?
How will this impact his CSR relationship with NGOs, such as WWF, Blood Cancer UK, etc?
How will this impact a personal brand that can now be legitimately described as unreliable and borderline schizophrenic? And I mean it in a very logical way, as the impossible reconciliation between manwhoring and philanthropy.
From my watchpoint, I couldn't care less about any other rationale. These are the real questions he will have to face soon enough. All the rest is bullshit and sentiment. And we are now forced to talk business, not sentiment. For as far as sentiments are concerned, my answer will never change: they will find a way, even if in the process they might hurt each other. True love is never easy.
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Question: for Virgin! Canon Levi; how do you think that would go down? Like full blown sex one night? Taking it slow over time? Just how do you think reader would need to navigate it with him? Slow burn / build up, a passionate night, tipsy reader?
This is assuming Levi and Reader’s emotions are confirmed for each other
Hiiiii~~ How are you? What have you been up to lately?
Haha, honestly, I'm not entirely sure what caused this full blow-up of questions, but I'm kinda loving it.
Mhh, I think my answer depends a lot on two factors: "Levi's age" and "the experience of the reader." I know you said Canon Levi, but I wonder if you mean canon season 1-4 Levi, Underground Levi, pre-promotion Levi, etc. haha
I'll conclude that you meant "canon season 1-3" Levi. While I personally don't headcanon Captain Levi as a virgin during the "overall" period of AoT (I mean, since season 1, not ACWNR or Underground Levi), I think his reaction depends a lot on how much experience the reader has. Levi strikes me as one of those friends/partners who loves you, cares about you, etc., but hardly ever talks about themselves. In my humble opinion, even if Levi has feelings for you and you two decide to pursue a relationship together, it may take him a lot of time to open up about his past. I mean, this man gets along with Hange amazingly in the story; Isayama says that Hange is who "understands" or "gets along better with Levi," and yet Hange didn't know about Kenny.
So this may be a wild take… but I think Levi wouldn't tell you it's his first time, lmao. He may try to play it cool; you might notice he's not the most "skilled" dude out there ('cause let me tell you, no amount of Ackerman powers makes you seem experienced, lol), but he's not telling you it's his first time. Which, you know, everybody is entitled to their past. Perhaps if the reader is also a virgin and she opens up emotionally like, "It's my first time," Levi would feel she's opening up to him, and he would feel it's a good time to be honest too and be like, "Well… it's mine too, so I guess we will figure it out as we go."
About "how" it would be, I think the reader would have to set the tempo. Most men are READY to blow off some steam if you give them a chance, haha, so if the reader is also a virgin and they kinda want to test the waters before going all the way, Levi would be down for it, especially because it will give him time to catch a trick or two, learn what she likes.
I think that porn or movies make us believe how "sex" usually happens, and I mean, talking from my experience and my friends' experiences… none of us went from 0 to 10. Like, we kiss, we make out, then maybe we got a little handy, then riding on top of clothes, oral sex, fingers, etc. Especially because maybe you don't have your own place to crash at, maybe you two would like to talk it out before it happens. Buy condoms, get ready, etc.
Now, if you are curious how I think Underground Levi would decide to lose his V-card while younger… probably rather quick, steamy, and not giving it much thought, haha. He'd let the hormones talk and make decisions for him. In both occasions, I don't think he made the girl cum before him, which is something that happens a lot; we women are harder to please, it requires more technique than men who… well, let's say that they come rather easily, lol. BUT he will 100% offer to make her cum anyway, with fingers or mouth. Levi will be such a fast learner, give him a chance or two, and he will pick it up like a champ.
Though why can't I shake the idea of a younger Levi in the underground in his 18s, having something with a girl slightly older than him, perhaps 20, etc. And her saying between chuckles, "Slow down, boy."
God, I would pay to see his blushed, embarrassed face.
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HELLOOO, i totally love your work sm so i had an idea where tom and reader get into a fight after readers boy bestfriend was being too touchy and flirty with her at a party. Tom drags her out and they fight at his apartment and it ends with smut.
I think you know what im trying to say, hope you see this. Much love ❤
HIIII MUNCHKIN
Bold
PAIRINGS: Tom 2009 x Female reader
CONTENT: ANGST + SMUT + FLUFF (at the end)
SYPNOSIS: At a party, your boy bestfriends gets too bold and starts to hit on you, you never notice and only chalk it up to him being jokey, but Tom sees it another way. When Tom catches him grinding on you that's when he loses his shit, dragging you out of the party and on a quest to punish you when you get home.
A/N: meow
WARNINGS: dom!tom, reader!sub, p in v (doggy), teasing, yelling, eating out, hair pulling, spanking
Me and my best friend Jake had gone to a party together, my boyfriend and his brother Bill had also tagged along. It was just a party from a mutual friend, one that threw the biggest and craziest ones.
I wore something kind of skimpy, Tom had given my trouble for it before but I just shut him down, reminding him that I love him and him only and if something happens I won't entertain it.
We walked into the party, counters scattered with bottles of alcohol, random drugs on the floor in little ziplock bags. I picked my drink of the night, settling on pineapple vodka, my favourite.
"What're you drinking?" Jake came up from behind me, resting a hand on my waist, "oh, just my favourite of course, I put in a special order before the party," I giggled, pouring him some shots.
"Lucky, you know he never takes special orders, he must like you," jake smirked, taking a few shots before taking some whiskey. "I don't get how you like vodka, whiskey is way better," he muttered, grabbing a big glass.
"Well, me either," I shrugged, not being able to come up with an excuse. I felt eyes burning at the back of my head and knew it was Tom, I turned around and saw him staring daggers at me, his eyes glazed over with jealously and possession.
I just smlled and blew a kiss, knocking him out of his trance, him doing the same. I sighed and went back to drinking, grabbing Jake and going to the dance floor.
Tom of course followed us, staying eerily close to make sure no one did anything to me. He leaned against a wall with his arms crossed, I just ignored him and started to dance.
"You look so hot y/n," Jake smirked, I chuckled, "oh thanks, you're not so bad yourself," I always took his compliments as a joke, he'd never ever tried to make a move on me so I didn't care what he said.
After a while of dancing and singing along to random songs we went back to the drinking area, grabbing some more drinks and even snatching a joint off of someone.
I lit the joint and pressed it to my lips, sucking in the smoke, passing it over to Jake. "You take that so well," he chuckled, taking a drag from the joint.
I giggled, "yeah I guess so, but fuck..that shit is strong," I took another drag, blowing the smoke in his face. We went back to the dancefloor and started dancing again, I swayed my hips to the music, lost in the moment.
I felt Jakes hands on my hips but didn't think anything of it, focusing on the way I was dancing, I didn't notice that he was grinding on me and attempting to kiss my neck.
I heard heavy, raging footsteps coming towards me, I looked over to see Tom storming over to us, rage in his eyes. "What the fuck?" he yelled over the music, grabbing me and leaving Jake no time to talk back.
"Tom stop!" I protested, trying to break out of his grip as he dragged me away. "Stop fighting!" he growled, trying to pull me away again but I kept stopping him.
He grunted and grabbed me by my waist, slinging me over his shoulder and marching out, slamming the door behind him as he walked to his car.
"You think it's funny huh, grinding on him in front of me?" he yelled, shoving me into the passanger seat. "Grinding on who? Tom what are you talking about?" I chuckled, "don't act dumb y/n, you and Jake were fucking grinding on each other," he turned the car on, speeding off.
"But..what? I wasn't Tom.." I murmered, cursing myself in my head, realizing I was too lost in the music to realize what he was doing. "Oh shut up, you knew what you were doing.." he scoffed, pulling into the driveway.
He grabbed me and dragged me inside the house, shoving me into our bedroom. "When I get back you better be fucking bare, ok?" he tilted my chin to look up at him, I nodded. "Good girl," he sighed and walked out.
I instantly took my clothes off, throwing them somewhere in the room and getting onto the bed, I heard his heavy footsteps trudging in the hallway, his tall figure emerging in the doorframe.
"Fuck..see, this is what he doesn't get to fucking see," Tom approached me, leaning down and kissing my neck roughly. "I'm sorry..I didn't realize what he was doing.." I whimpered, laying back on the bed.
Tom just ignored my cries and crawled towards me, leaning down and putting his head between my legs, admiring my glistening pussy. He dove his head into my cunt, pressing a kiss to my clit, my body tingling.
He began teasing my entrance with his tongue, slowly flicking it against my wet folds. His tongue delved deeper into my pussy, tasting my sweet juices as he lavishes kisses on my folds.
"Oh fuck.." I moaned softly, his tongue swirling around my sensitive nub, shock waves coursing throughout my body as the pleasure built up. "Fucking slut..so ungrateful.." he murmered, wrapping his arms around my thighs and pushing his face fully into my pussy, licking and sucking on my clit.
"Mmmh!" I cried out, throwing my head back. He ate me out like a starved man, bringing his fingers to my hole and shoving 2 in, thrusting roughly.
"T...tom!" I groaned, arching my back. He continued his assault on my pussy, his tongue flicking against my clit with expert precision.
Hearing my moans only fueled his desire and he began licking and sucking at a faster pace, "mm..you taste so fucking good.." he groaned.
Tom increases his efforts, his tongue circling my clit in a rhythmic pattern, his fingers curling against my g spot, he could feel my body tensing up as I near the brink of ecstasy.
"Let me hear you scream my name.." his voice is low and husky, sending vibrations against my sensitive skin as he continues to lick and suck at my pussy.
With one last lick I came, my juices spilling onto his fingers. Tom gripped my hips tightly as I rode out my orgasm, his tongue still flicking against my clit to prolong the waves of pleasure throughout my body. He smirks up at me, his eyes dark with desire and satisfaction.
"Get on all fours, now," he demanded, standing back up and watching as I blindly obeyed him. I kept my ass high in the air, exposing my wet pussy to him. He growls in reponse, gripping my hips and pulling me back towards him.
I heard the sound of his belt unclicking and his pants dropping down. He pressed his clothed cock against my ass, grinding softly. "You know what happens to bad girls?" he whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my neck.
"No.." I whimpered, "they get punished.." he growled, freeing his cock and letting it rest at my entrance. He pulled me down onto his cock, starting to thrust into me. The sound of skin slapping filled the room. His fingers dug into my hips as he fucked me with fierce intensity.
"So fucking bratty.." he smacked my ass, causing me to yelp. Toms thrusts became more urgent and desperate, the headboard beginning to bang against the wall with each thrust. He kept smacking my ass viciously, leaving bright red marks on the skin.
He fucked me with all the force and intensity of a man possessed, like he was being controlled by something. His muscular body slick with sweat as he took me roughly, "oh my god!" I cried out, feeling his tip abuse my g spot.
He reached down between my legs and starts to rub my clit roughly, pushing me closer to another orgasm. His cock hit all the right spots, I felt myself getter closer and closer to an intense orgasm, my head hazy from all the pleasure I was intaking.
He grinned wickedly, seeing the amount of pleasure I was in, his fingers worked their magic on my clit as he pounded roughly into my sopping cunt, feeling my pussy softly start to clench around his cock.
He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up to his chest, bombarding my neck with roughly and sloppy kisses. He reveled in the power he had over me, his hands roaming down to my breasts and squeezing them roughly, "fuck..you're mine, don't ever forget that," he growled.
He loved seeing me like this, completely under his control, knowing he has me wrapped around his finger. His cock continued to slam into me, hitting my g spot perfectly, my orgasm dangerously close.
"Gonna cum!" I whined, he grunts as he fucks me harder, feeling me tighten even more around his cock as I start reaching my peak. He can't hold back any longer and with a loud groan he spurts a thick load into me, "fuck!" he moaned.
I whined at the feeling of being filled, my orgasm washing over me, juices spilling all over his large cock. He collapsed on top of me, spinning us around me letting me rest on his chest, knowing I was exhausted after 2 intense orgasms.
His gaze softened as he saw me, my chest heaving up and down, sweat coating my forehead and my eyes screwed shut. He brushed a stray hair from my face and kisses me softly, causing my eyes to flutter open.
"Look, I know you didn't mean to do anything with him..but, I don't want you around him anymore, he gives me weird vibes and it won't be long before he does something like that again," he sighed, trying to get me to understand his point of view.
I nodded, "after that I don't think i even want to see him again, I don't want him to draw a wedge in our relationship, I love you a lot Tom," he smiled softly, "I know baby, I love you too, get some rest ok?" he kissed the top of my head, caressing my back gently.
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