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for the 3k event can you do oscar or max (or both iykwim🤭) with “i want to hear you beg” and “aw, to bad i don’t care”
“i want to hear you beg.” + “aw, too bad. i don’t care.”
( event masterlist \ main masterlist \ drop a request ) ★:summary:: you have a meeting to attend but your jealous boyfriend couldn't give less fucks. well one fuck. ★:feat:: max verstappen x reader ★:genre:: NASTY smut ★:a/n:: kinktober? 3k event? max's birthday post? who knows
"max, i-i really can’t right now. i’m late," you say, trying to keep your voice steady. you glance at the clock on your desk, anxiety gnawing at you. you should already be in the conference room, and yet here you are, pinned against your own desk by the man whose jealousy has been brewing for days.
his response is a low growl in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "you’re not going anywhere," max murmurs darkly, his grip tightening on your hips. his body presses against yours, the heat of him radiating through your clothes. “not until he knows who he's messing with.”
you try to protest, to push him away, but your body betrays you. the moment his lips crash against yours, you’re kissing him back just as fiercely. the intensity of it, the raw possessiveness, sends your pulse racing. you want to tell him to stop, to remind him of the meeting you’re late for, but the words die on your lips.
instead, your fingers clutch at his shirt, pulling him closer. you hate how much you want this— how much you want him— despite the circumstances.
"m-max," you breathe, but it’s not a real protest. you feel his hand slide up your thigh, your skirt hiking up with every touch. "i ha.. have a meeting…"
“aw, too bad i don’t care,” he mocks against your ear, his fingers already hooking into the waistband of your panties. you gasp as he tugs them down, the cool air hitting your skin. his voice is thick with jealousy, low and possessive. "you want this just as much as i do, baby. don’t pretend you don’t."
he’s right, and you hate it. you can feel the wetness between your thighs, it's almost embarrassing, your body betraying the urgency of your situation. the logical part of your brain is screaming at you to stop, to tell him no, but the rest of you is aching for him, craving the way only he can make you feel. you just wish he knew that too.
you hear the rustle of his clothes as he frees himself, and before you can think of another excuse, he’s thrusting into you, filling you in one swift motion. a moan escapes your lips, your hands gripping the edge of the desk to steady yourself. the suddenness, the intensity—it’s too much, but at the same time, it’s exactly what you need.
"see?" his breath ragged as he thrusts deep into you, pinning you against your desk, slapping your butt as it wiggles back into him, seeking some relief. "no one else can fuck you like this. no one else can make you feel this good." before his words even finish, his hips already start moving with a relentless pace.
his words send a wave of heat through you, your body arching back into him, seeking more. the meeting is a distant memory now, completely overshadowed by the sensation of him inside you, the roughness of his hands on your hips.
the door to your office is unlocked, and the thought of someone walking in on you, seeing you bent over your desk while max takes you, only heightens the intensity.
"max, s-someone could—" you whine, your voice shaky with both desire and fear, a deadly combo.
"let him," he growls, his grip tightening. "let him see who you really belong to."
his words send a surge of arousal through you, and you know you’re already too far gone to care about anything else. the way he’s thrusting into you, his pace unyielding, his breath hot against your neck—it’s everything. every time you try to form a coherent thought, it’s shattered by the overwhelming pleasure that’s building inside you.
you try to hold on, to fight it, but your body is betraying you. his possessiveness, the roughness of his touch, the way he’s claiming you—it’s pushing you closer and closer to the edge. your legs tremble, your breath coming in short gasps as you feel yourself unraveling.
"max, i’m-" you try to warn him, but the words get lost in the haze of pleasure.
he leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he thrusts harder. "you’re mine," he growls, his voice thick with satisfaction. "say it."
"i’m yours," you moan, your voice trembling as the pressure builds, the tension in your body coiling tighter and tighter. the thought of someone walking in, of seeing you like this—helpless, claimed, utterly his—sends you spiraling. and then the worst thing happens.
"max, noo!" you whine pathetically as he pulls out of you, the string of juices connecting you both drops on the floor and tears well up in your eyes as your thighs tremble, your poor hole clenching around thin air. your boyfriend flicks the tear away and shushes you as holds your body firmly.
"i just wanna hear ya' beg, honey." you open your eyes to watch him eyeing his dick that was rubbing the slick against your clit, your puffy pussy barely able to handle it. so fucking messy. each rub, each touch making your back arch further. "bad girls don't get free orgasms."
"c'mon, baby." max taunts with a fake pout as you move to get more friction, to reach that high again. "don't go all dumb on me now."
it wasn't till he was removing his whole body from yours that immediate cries of please max, please, please, plea- was falling out of your lips.
your boyfriend immediately goes back into action and it wasn't too long before he was inside you again and his hand connected to your clit that you were gasping and screaming altogether.
your orgasm crashes over you, your body convulsing around him as you cry out, barely able to hold yourself up. the intensity of it makes your vision blur, your legs shaking as you cling to the desk for support. your mind goes blank and all you can fell is your boyfriend still rutting into you, now frantic and not in a rhythm, meaning he was close.
"fuc-ck," max groans soon enough. you feel him tense, his hands gripping your hips even tighter, surely going to leave bruises, as he thrusts into you one last time, whispering your name as he spills inside you. for a moment, you’re both still, breathless and trembling, making sense of what just happened.
you’re the first to break the silence, your breath coming in shallow gasps as you try to pull yourself together. "i- max, i have to go," you whisper, though your voice is weak. your legs still feel like jelly, your body still buzzing from the intensity of it all.
you barely manage to stand, your legs shaky, your mind still reeling from the intensity of whatever the fuck just happened. before you can even begin to gather yourself, there’s a knock at the door. panic surges through you as you try to fix your dress, max rushing to help you look put together but it’s too late.
the door opens, revealing your coworker—the one who’d unknowingly triggered max’s jealous streak in the first place. his eyes flicker from you to max, confusion and something else flashing across his face as he takes in the scene. you’re flushed, disheveled, barely holding it together, and max? max is smirking still patting your clothes and your hair because you can't move.
he gives your coworker a nod, as if to say, yeah, i know. the unspoken message is clear, and the smirk on max’s face says it all. he kisses your temple as he doesn't break eye contact with your coworker while you figure out the fastest way to die on the spot.
you’re late, and everyone knows why.
with a final, cocky grin, max walks out, leaving you to face the consequences. and the worst part? you liked it. all you can think about is him during the meeting, your ego too big to admit it out loud to him though.
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Yours Or Mine
Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x eng!Reader x Max Verstappen
Summary: Switching Teams seemed like a bad idea until it wasn't? Or was it?
Genere: Angst, little fluff here and there, I feel like there will be some drama along the way lol
Warnings: strong language I'll add more along the way if there's any
Word count: 520
Chapter one: The Begging of the end
Mercedes was the dream. the one you worked all your life for, so why they are letting you go now?
"listen to me, I hate to see you go but look at the good side it'll be for one season only"
' no cause what the hell are you talking about lew? I feel like I'm getting thrown away and to who? To red bull? To max? really?'
"it's not like that, we're not throwing you away, you're the best aerodynamics engineer we have"
'then why letting me go lewis? Why?' at this point, you've lost it, you're eyes are getting teary and it's hard to see already
"because that was the deal, you know if it was up to me I would never do that to you. now stop crying please let's not make this harder" he said while hugging you.
When you first came to Mercedes you were in an awe, achieving your dreams and all inspired you to work hard to prove yourself, you kept your interactions with everyone friendly at first until one time...
The whole team went out to celebrate after lewis won a race. It was a fun night where you all danced and had drinks.
You and lewis shared a deep conversation that night and since then the people who were once your coworkers became your family, your new home.
So that's why it hurts, having to wear a red bull t-shirt for the season hurts.
You've never liked max as a person, it's just something about his aura that felt off to you. So even if you accepted the term of changing teams, you'll never accept working directly with max it doesn't matter which team he's in. Working with him was definitely out of your list of wishes.
When you went home, the thoughts of starting the season with a new team filled your mind. You knew you had to keep it professional, you have to accept it, but in the same time you didn't know if you are capable of doing that.
The sound of your phone ringing disturbed your thoughts...
"hello"
'hey'
"how are you doing now?"
'still terrible lew' you heard him sigh once you answered him
"I'm sorry.."
'don't.. It's not your fault there's nothing we can do but to accept this'
"but you know it doesn't change anything between us right? You will always be ours"
'I know...but not for this season'
"___"
he sighed again, the way he said your name gave you goosebumps. You and lewis always had this thing between you two. The affect he has on you, it's like electricity every time he says your name specially when he says it like that.
'I'm just saying the truth lew'
"I know.."
You both stayed silent for a few moments, just listening to each other breath until lewis decided to speak again
"I'll miss you" you felt your heart bounding fast like the race cars you see almost every day
'I'll miss you too lew'
Working with max sucks but not being able to see or talk with lewis again definitely sucks more.
A/N: for the first time writing here that wasn't too bad hehe, the reader literally hates max for no reason but she'll come around soon 🤫 please be patient with me I promise it's full of surprises and I would really like to hear your thoughts on this chapter 💕
Chapter 2 of yours or mine is almost done 🥺I still need to re-read and make some edits but yeah, i think I can post it on Tuesday so be ready!
P.S: it's longer than the first one 👀
Yours Or Mine
Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x eng!Reader x Max Verstappen
Summary: Switching Teams seemed like a bad idea until it wasn't? Or was it?
Genere: Angst, some fluff, enemies to friends with max
Warnings: strong language, car accident
Word count: 881
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You don't know if you feel betrayed or if you feel like a cheater in your Red Bull T-shirt but you were definitely hurt. You were excited about the new season and the new beginning that it held but all that excitement died once you stepped your foot on Red Bull motorhome.
Chapter two: New Beginning
"welcome to the team!"
"welcome! We're excited to work with you"
"yeah! Hope you feel comfortable here"
'thank you guys, I really appreciate it' you smiled a little
You weren't expecting that, the welcoming and all made you feel warm inside. Maybe it wasn't that bad maybe you misunderstood max and he's a sweet person in the end of the day and you were just overthinking this. You hoped so and you also hope for the season to pass quickly so you can go back to where you belong..
The team meating wasn't bad at all, everyone was focused on the strategy and had the passion to win. Even max wasn't as bad as you thought. You thought that maybe with time you'll get around and learn how to work with them just like the way it happened in Mercedes.
After the meeting finished, you went with the rest of your colleagues to check the car one last time before the race starts and once you made sure everything is perfect you moved inside the motorhome again and waited for the race to start.
When the race started everything was fine until they collided, everything happened so quickly and you found both of Max and lewis out on the gravel. Lewis's car almost went to its side and You gasped, that wasn't a part of the plan. It didn't matter whose fault it was, you wouldn't want lewis to get hurt and in that moment you found yourself hating the season more.
You can't just run to Mercedes motorhome to check on lewis even if both of them had to retire from the race and you wouldn't be needed much here.
When max arrived you pulled him a side
'what the hell was that?'
"what the hell was what?" you can't believe that he actually looks confused
'that fucking clash max, what was that?'
"what do you mean what was that? It wasn't my fault I lost the grip, there's something wrong with the car" and at this point you were fuming
'there's nothing wrong with the car! I literally checked it before the race and everything was perfect'
"well apparently you don't know how to do your job so stop blaming me on something I had no control over"
'excuse you...'
"you heard what I said, you need to get your priorities straight. You're no longer in Mercedes, so stop concerning yourself with hamilton and focus in your job instead" he left you standing stunned. The bad thing that what he said wasn't wrong. You weren't at Mercedes anymore so if anything you should focus on max and max only, but how are you going to do that when all you can think about is lew?
Well maybe this season is going to be worse than you thought.
~
Later that day you called lewis after you went to your hotel room
'Hey'
"Hi"
'are you okay? You didn't get hurt, did you?' you were nervous to hear his answer
"yeah I'm good don't worry how about you? How was your first day?" you breathed in relief
'was worth than I thought' you heard him sigh
"what happened?"
'everything, you were in a crash in the first race of the season and there was nothing I could do, I got in an argument with max and I don't think I can continue like this'
"no wait a sec-why did you argue with max" oh shit. You definitely shouldn't have mentioned that. You can't just tell him that you argued with max because of him.
"hello? are you still here?"
'yeah yeah I hear you'
"so why did you and max argue"
'uhm he said that I'm not doing my job properly' that wasn't a lie but it wasn't the whole truth either. You're not going to tell him that you argued with max because you were too worried about him.
"what? Why would he say that?"
'I don't know let's just change the subject' you knew if you two kept talking about max you'll expose yourself, you've been always a terrible liar specially when it comes to lewis
After finishing the call with lewis, you spend hours thinking because you've never been confused like that before. You don't adapt to changes easily, you loved being in Mercedes and you loved having lewis as a part of your team, but now you feel like you've lost him and you hated that. The connection you two had was like a magnet, you can't stay away from him too much, he is addictive and once you get closer to him you won't be able to get enough.
A/N: Hey everyone! Hope you enjoyed today's chapters. This is literally the biggest thing I have ever written in my life so I'm kind of proud of it. I'd love to hear your feedback about today's chapter whether do you think there's too much details or if you think the story is moving quickly? I'd really love to hear your opinion because I want to improve and I want everything to make sense you know 😂 next chapter is going to take some time to be posted but hopefully it's going to be better and maybe longer 👀
He was a great person, kind hearted and always inspiring. No one could blame you for your feelings. But you hope that you would come around with time, because in the end of the day you may have lost lewis as a team mate but you still have him as a person right?
Taglist: @ironmaiden1313
Happy new year everyone! 💕 I know it's late but exams are literally kicking my ass, I'll hopefully write chapter 3 today so in the meantime feel free to share your thoughts and complain about characters with me
I think I also might open requests today so be prepared 👀
an actual footage of me opening tumblr and seeing video of max mentioning grindr AGAIN and clip of him taking off his pants:
someone needs to edit max verstappen to the "am i a bad person" nike ad
max getting kicked out of the conference hallway for having his own independent press conference, then saying “no problem, we'll do it on the go. come on" and leading a group of journalists behind through the paddock on a trip? cinema
got fia mandated community service for saying 'fuck', refused to speak, and held his own press conference outside. max verstappen everyone
Drive To Survive Season 4, Episode 10 | Max winning his first WDC at the 2021 Abu Dhabi Grand Prix
𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐬 [𝐌𝐕𝟏]
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gif credits: @overtake
Pairing: Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader
Summary: Seeing your boyfriend play with his nephews stirs emotions inside of you. While it may be the first time you and Max have acknowledged it, it may also be the last.
Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, like one mention of alcohol, mentions of an unknown future, parenthood, lmk if I've missed anything!
Word Count: 1.0k words (3 mins reading time avg)
...
The sun dipped below the Monaco skyline, its rays streaming through the expansive windows of the apartment you shared with Max.
In celebration of his successful '23 season, you both agreed that throwing a rather modest dinner would be the perfect way to bring everyone together after a demanding year.
You'd dumped the last of the dirty plates into the sink, thanking Vic as she was already some steps ahead of you, cloth and disinfectant spray in hand as she wiped down the table.
Casting a quick glance around, you confirmed the absence of any stray cutlery, leaving only everyone's respective cups.
However, both your mind and your movements abruptly hit pause, as if your heart had taken the reins, softening at the sight of your boyfriend playing with his nephews, attentively listening to every word they were saying, whether it was meaningful or mere babble.
You smiled as Luka got up and wrapped his small arms around Max's neck, his hand rubbing up and down his little back.
Your eyes even threatened to well up a bit at the wholesome scene. As you brought your fingers up to your face, Max's gaze lifted to meet yours.
You fake-coughed, pretending to shield your mouth, averting your eyes and busying yourself, desperately trying to regain your previously lost train of thoughts.
Max couldn't help softly smiling to himself, but his moment of retrospect was interrupted by a few taps on his cheek from his nephew, who was determined to recapture his uncle's attention.
…
As the evening progressed on, you constantly found your mind plagued with thoughts that unravelled a potential future with him, one that included the laughter and chaos of children.
Yet, a persistent counterargument resounded in your thoughts, reminding you that neither would be ready, both still traversing the barely begun stages of real adulthood.
The internal conflict tugged at your emotions, creating a fine line between the yearning for a future adorned with parenthood and the sober acknowledgment of the unadorned present. As the dinner gradually transitioned into an intimate gathering with hushed conversations among the group that remained, you politely excused yourself.
Max's arm, once comfortably wrapped around your body, now gracefully descended onto the sofa behind you. With your hand placed flat on his thigh, you leveraged yourself up, slipping out of his gentle grasp.
He let maybe five, ten minutes pass by, granting you some alone time should you have needed it.
But eventually, he placed his beer bottle on to the corner table, crossing the lounge before pushing open and then shutting one of the doors to the apartment balcony.
Lost in thought, your mind had barely registered the sound, your body jolting when his hand pressed into the slight dip of your waist.
You sighed when you recognised the touch a few seconds later, turning your head to meet Max's rather sympathetic eyes.
"Sorry," he quietly apologised. You shook your head, dismissing the need for one. Turning to face him, you wrapped both your arms around his torso, gently resting your head against his chest - a hug he warmly welcomed.
"Want to tell me what's going on in that big brain of yours?" He asked, and you could practically sense the smile creeping onto his lips. He had an uncanny knack for knowing when you needed to unload your thoughts, and his intuition was always eerily accurate. You sighed, feeling his grip on you loosen as you pulled away. Leaning against the railing behind you, Max took one step closer, then another. Pursing your lips, you realised how pathetic this may possibly sound when vocalised. "Just watching you with your sister's kids. It got me thinking, I guess."
Your boyfriend already had a strong inkling as to where this was heading, but he patiently granted you the time and space to elaborate.
He arched an eyebrow. "Thinking about what?"
You lightly shrugged, pressing your bottom lip up to your top. You hesitated for a moment before the next words left your mouth.
"You know, family and stuff. Kids."
Max studied your face for a moment. "Kids, huh?" He said with a knowing smile.
You avoided eye contact, answering with a simple, "I don't know."
He chuckled softly. "Is 'I don't know' code for 'I do know but I'm scared to share my answer' because you think I don't know mine?"
Caught off guard, you silently cursed that eerie sixth sense of his, tensing as you looked up into his eyes. They were light, despite the depth of the topic.
You frowned. "Well, do you.. want children, I mean?"
There was a warmth in his gaze, one that offered you comfort. He looked over your face, his shoulders slumped as if the walls of undiscussed territory had crumbled without much of a fight.
"With you, yeah."
Your frown deepened, but this time, a different emotion flickered in your eyes.
His admission was unexpected, and a pleasant shock washed over you. The corners of your lips twitched as surprise softened into a tender smile. For a moment, your gaze lingered on his face, searching for any sign of jest or hesitation, but you didn't find any.
"If you're ready, then so am I." He added.
And just like that, the hours you spent wrestling with your own thoughts now dissipated into the evening breeze. You held back the surge of emotions within you, searching for the right words.
"Really?" you managed, but not without a quiet sob escaping at the end.
Max chuckled, rolling his eyes as he pulled you into him, embracing you for the second time tonight.
"So fragile," he teased, and you smiled despite the tears streaming down your face.
"Shut up," you retorted, your voice a mixture of laughter and tears.
There was a moment's quiet before your boyfriend spoke. "On second thought, why do I need a baby when I've got one right here?"
It was your turn to roll your eyes now, your voice muffled as you tried to argue.
"Babies cry a lot more."
"Hmm, between you and a newborn? I'd say it's pretty even."
You lightly slapped Max's stomach with your hand; his laughter eventually melting into a warm smile, and he pressed a lingering kiss to the top of your head.
...
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me if writing the best friends to lovers trope was illegal
how do none of them own an iron…
The sister hood of the traveling white button up shirt
I can never see it fully as me.
Max Verstappen ↳ During Media Day at the 2023 Monaco GP