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A birkin bag for Y/n - Lando Norris x Horner! Reader

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Warnings: sexual references, swearing, mentions of alcohol

summary: When Y/n‘s situationship gifts her a really expensive bag seemingly out of the blue it causes quite the talk in the paddock. Little does she know he‘s just trying to show everyone who she belongs to. (Inspired by the famous birkin bag scene in Gilmore Girls)

Lando was intrigued with you from day one. Literally from the get go. He remembers the first time he had bumped into you in the halls of his close friends home. He clearly remembers every second despite being hungover from the night before.

Your hands were jam packed with all kinds of crafting supplies that shattered on the ground, crayons spilling everywhere.

„Ah shit!“ the sleepy guy exclaimed as a small hand immediately slapped his shoulder. He looked at your face in shock. He was violently hungover from his late night celebraions with a certain three time world champion yet he had never seen such a beautiful thing.

„Shh!“ you whispered, him raising his brows questiongly „Penelope could hear you!“

Lando chuckled, as you started picking up all the crayons. He kneeled down grabbing some as well. He knew your face was somehow familiar. He couldn’t quite place it though. The freckles, the dimples and that hair.

„Babysitter?“ he asked mustering your face.

„Sort of.“ you nodded, shooting him an innocent yet friendly smile „Family friend.“

He hands you a blue crayon with a grin. You knew the grin probably made any girl weak in the knees and judging from the blonde woman you and little Penelope had watched stumble out of his room this morning while munching on your cereal, he knew as well.

„Well nice to meet you nanny.“

You cringe at the name before rolling your eyes „Nice to meet you to Lando.“

Lando had loved that. You hadn’t acted like you didnt know his name. You just didn’t care enough to pretend to ask. You smiled again before licking your lips and getting up. Hearing Penelope call your name. Y/n. What a name. He eatched you stumble away on that day, knowing he wanted to get to know you.

And he did. He learned very quickly,that you were in fact Horners daughter. Which was of course to his luck, because Christian loved him. So he showed up at family hosted events, made some apparences in the red bull motor home and before he knew it you spent the night at his.

Well it wasn‘t that easy. He had to do some convincing. But god Lando loved kissing you. He was addicted to it in fact. In every corner, whenever noone was watching his lips were on yours as he pressed you against the walls.

„Someone could see.“ you mumbled against his soft lips, slightly pressing your palms against his broad chest. Having to control youraelf from giving in.

„I don’t care.“ he chuckled his hands under your shirt rather quickly.

It was always like this. Sneaking around, yet most of the grid was aware off the little fling. But Lando had told you quite blank from day one; he didn’t do boyfriend and girlfriend. And having gotten out of a longer realitionship just months prior you were okay with that. You could do it, you thought. And it was fun for a minute. Exciting and new.

„No strings.“ you held out your little finger snd Lando rolled his eyes at the childish gesture. But he interwined his pinky with yours anyway after some hesitation. Laying on his hotelroom bed with your body next to his.

„No strings.“ he nodded. You smiled waiting for the next words before you raised your brows.

„You gotta say it.“ you exclaimed gesturing to your interwined hands.

„I don‘t want to.“ he groaned, his body pressing against yours as he was hovere above you.

„Okay.“ you nodded before turning around and crossing your arms „Then no sex.“

Lando chuckled pulling you into his body as he inhaled your scent „Fine.“

You smiled waiting to hear the words escape his lips as he pressed his lips against the crook of your neck „I pinky promise.“

Months passed like that. And it was fun for a moment. But reality eventually creeped back up. And as you were sat at brunch at your dads house back in England, having scrolled through endless pictures of Lando celebrating his podium in Silverstone the day prior. Including pictures of him with countless women. But you knew it was no fair. He could do whatever he wanted. Yet you somehow had gotten the sense that he maybe wasn’t sleeping around like that anymore. After all, you two saw eachother almost every week at least very two weeks. You just thought maybe it was heading somewhere, but clearly its wasn‘t.

It had been so easy. Life had been good. You had an internship at a sports paper back in Monaco. You were studying to be a journalist, meaning you weren’t necessairily location bound. And it allowed you to attend races. Which allowed you to see Lando. But not this race. You hsd promised Lando you‘d make it but cancelled last minute as you had to attend some stupid event in Monte Carlo. You had watched the race on the toilet, your phone in your hands the whole night. God you had been so proud once he had finished that crossing line. If only he knew how important he was to you. You think you might even have screamed a little when it was over. And of course you had immediately texted him. „Plan A babyyyy! so proud of you Lan, kisses and see you soon xx“

But there hadn‘t been any response. And seeing the pictures from the whole ordeal over the weekend you now understood why. While you had sat on the plan, still wearing your gown from the event he had been out and fooled around with lord knows who. You knew you had no right to be jealous or something. But you weren’t even jealous. You were just dissapointed, having expexted to be a little more important than that. But Lando was a player. He didn‘t do boyfriend/girlfriend.

You were so lost in your thoughts, not even having heard the front door open. Starkng at the perfectly arranged flowers your stepmom had on the wooden table. The whole house and every corner was so perfect, it made you think about how your dad really had a great woman by his side. She had made this place a home. Something it truly hadn’t been growing up there.

„Well good morning sweetheart!“ your fathers voice appeared behind you as your dad walked into the dining room where the brunch had been prepared.

Max and Kelly following behind him, having all drove out here to get some time off. The countryside the perfect place to do so. No people who‘d recognize you, not even in the little town nearby. And even if they did, they truly didn‘t care enough to bother you.

„Dad.“ you smiled getting up and hugging your father tightly, your arms wrapping stound his taller figure. Your dad quite suprised by the affectionate hug, as he held you close for some seconds; He immediately knew. From the second he saw you staring blankly at that wall just before to this desperate hug, something was wrong. He watched you greet everyone else with a somehow fake smile, including Max and Kelly who both hadn‘t seen you in some time as your job was keeping you really busy.

„What are you even doing back home?“ your dad later asked as everyone was eating.

„Well, I was suprised to to see her stumble in here this morning.“ Geri, your stepmom chuckled.

Max mustering you. He knew, he had seen the pictures. Well he had been there. Having told Lando if he was aware of the cameras on him as he was pushing his tounge down some girls throat. He even told some people to delete the photos. But people were drunk, plus Lando was famous. A deadly combination.

„What about Y/n, Lando?“

Max knew you two weren’t exactly offical. He had no idea what kind of realitionshipi it was. But he had seen you two. It was evident you both had feelings for eachother. So this was just stupid. It would hurt both of you. Especially you and Max thought of you like a little sister.

„Why should I care?“ Lando groaned sounding extremly cocky, making Max wanna puke. Lando scrunched his nose before he pushed past the dutch guy who just stood there baffled.

Now seeing your puffy eyes looking at everyone at the table. Max knew; you had seen the stupid pictures. You probably had flown out to England for Lando. And Lando had been an absolute idiot the past 24 hours.

„I wanted to suprise you.“ you whispered, lying to your dad. But your dad wasn’t stupid, he knew it probably had to do with a certain british boy who you seemingly had befriended ove the past few months. He had his concerns but you were a grown woman, he knew he shouldn’t get inbetween anything.So he just smiled before nodding „Well that’s nice. I‘m certainly surprised honey.“

The week passed quick. You spent some time with your siblings and Max and Kelly before saying your goodbyes again. Telling your dad you‘d see him in Hungary.

„Come to London please.“ You couldnt believe it. After three whole days of zero contact he had finally texted you. He didn‘t ask yet he clearly saw your instagram story showing you were back home. You wanted to text him, be mad and tell him how hurt you were. But you weren’t like this. Your weekend with your patents had made you realize you haf been raised better. Maybe you had lied to yourself. Maybe you couldn‘t do no strings attached. Maybe having standards was a good thing.

So you didn‘t respond. You told him a couple of days later; „sorry was busy, see you in hungary.“

It was the weekend before the Grand Prix you attended yet another absoluetly jam packed Gala event in Monaco. You were luckily not gonna be important next to all the stars and socialites there. So you put on some regular black dress, did your own hair and makeup before getting an uber there.

The evening was rather dull. But you‘d have to report on it for the paper next week so you had to stay for every second. You saw a couple if familiar faces, talked to some old family friends before admiring the beautiful hotel the thing was hosted at. The big chandeliers sparkling so brightly, you were bound to be mesmerized. It was then as you grabbed yet another glass of champagne when you turned around bumping into some guys chest.

„Oh. I‘m sorry!“ you exclaimed looking up at the familiar face. The blonde hair sitting ever so perfectly as the tailored suit sat on his broad shoulders. The tall guy shooting you a sly grin „You‘re fine my love dont worry.“

„Logan.“ you chuckled. Having seen the rookie a couple of times at least. But never really having spoken to him.

„Hello there.“ he waved awkwardly before induldging you in some small talk.

Logan was nice guy. Despite the internet making fun of him for his very american ways he was nice and polite. It started as nice chatters but somehow you two ended up at a corner at the empty bar, downing glass after glass of whatever alcoholic beverage the american ordered.

„So weird seeing you without Norris.“ he eventually bound up saying.

You scrunched your nose, a thing you always did but even more when you were drunk. If there was botox for that you might as well start young.

„Why is that weird?“ you giggle, your words coming out slower than usual as you kick your heels against the legs of the bar chair. Playing with the rim of your already empty champagne glass.

Logan looks down at you, seeing you nervously bounce your legs. He licks his lips, and if you weren‘t shitfaced you would have gotten the ick a long time ago. The guy was so obviously trying to flirt with you. Something you hated. Well except when Lando did it.

„Ah, I don‘t know I just thought he was your boyfriend?“

You burst out into laughter, causing some of the last people in there to look at you. Women being loud, something people clearly hated or were at least severly triggered by.

„What‘s so funny?“ Logan blushed looking around, kind of embarassed by the eyes on you. Lando would never be embarrassed. Yeah well Landos laugh was also way louder than yours.

„See…“ you catch your breath, before rolling your eyes and playfully punching his shoulder „Norris doesn’t do girlfriend boyfriend or boyfirend girfriend silly!“

Logan chuckled before his hand was placed on your upper thigh. It was like he had waited to hear that. It came so quick and at the most obvious time. The american guy leaned in towards you before whispering into your ear „You wanna head home?“

He smelled weird. No he actually smelled fine. He just didn’t smell like Lando. Lando smelled so perfect. Like your favorite smell ever.

Your heart ached for a second. This probably was good right? You had to do the whole multiple people thing. Lando was doing it. So you also had to.

„Why not?“

So you walked out the place with the blonde american. Not looking back once. Only what you didn‘t notice as you stumbled down the stairs with your heels in your hands was that, Arthur Leclerc who was Charles brother and Oscars best friend had waited for his girfriend outside when he spotted a very tipsy you get in a car with none other that Logan Sargeant.

The week passed rather quick and before you knew it you were sat on a plane towards Hungary. You were gonna arrive just in time for Qualifying. Heading straight from the airport to the paddock, having to change into a appropriate outfit at the airport toilet. Again. Low point.

It was a long taxi drive later that you made your way into the paddock, holding your recorder and noteclips. What you hadn’t known strutting, in there in your still perfectly white suit that could have used some ironing but no one’s perfect, that you actually had been the talk of the grid over the past two days.

Arthur Leclerc had a loose mouth. He had immediately texted Charles asking if Y/n Horner wasn’t involved with Lando Norris anymore. To which the older Leclerc responded that as far as he knew Lando and Y/n were somehow together all the time but not really exclusive. When Arthur dished the tea to him later the next day that he had seen you and Sargeant looking rather cozy with one another Charles immediately texted Carlos asking if there was trouble in heaven. The boys just loved gossip. And we all know who Carlos is best friends with.

On press day the ferrari driver asked his former teammate, right after getting of the panel „So Y/n’s really not as goody two shoes as we thought huh?“

Lando looked at him confused, he had just spent four days figuring what he had done to seemingly piss you off. No messages, the way you had stayed with your dad when you had promisef him to come to London. He missed you. He just couldn‘ admit that. No strings right? Plus he didn’t do boyfriend girlfriend.

„What do you mean? What about her?“

„Yeah well…“ Carlos chuckled awkwardly now spotting the very hot topic off his rumor talking to Oscar in the corner of the waiting room. Logan was showing Oscar something on his phone while the two youngest guys on the track waited for their turn to do interviews.

„Carlos, I don‘t have all day.“ Lando groaned, punching his friends shoulder „What about Y/n?“

Carlos contemplated for a second. He knew Lando was acting like he had no feelings for you but Carlos knew exactly that wasn‘t the case. He had after all been the one dragging the brit home after the silverstone afterparty. And the whole drive to the hotel the young Mclaren driver kept on talking about you and everything about you and everything about your looks and so on.

„Her eyes. Her hair, the way she scrunches her nose when shes confused.“ Lando slurred his head on Carlos lap as he was about to pass out „Y/n‘s just great. She- She is girlfriend material.“

„So Charles told me that Arthur told him. That last Saturday at some sort of Gala in Monaco, he spotted Y/n leaving with another driver…“

„What!“ Lando yelled immediately , causing everyone to look at him. Carlos hand covered his mouth, stopping him from screaming the place down. Shooting everyone an awkward smile as they continued their own thing with raised eyebrows.

„Shh!“ Carlos whispered as Lando looked at him in fury before removing the hand from his mouth.

„Don’t tell me to shush! Who the fuck did she leave with!“ he whisper yelled, and Carlos sighed. He really didn’t want any bad blood in between the grid to start because of him so he knew he couldn’t tell names:

„Well, Lando you two aren’t official so you dont really have the right to get mad at her.“ Carlos explained trying to sound reasonable. But Lando just raised his eyebrows holding up his hands clearly acting innocent as a lamb.

„Hold on! I‘m not mad at her! Im mad at whoever thinks its okay to take something that clearly belongs to me!“

Carlos chuckled. His friend sounded like a little kid in preschool who‘s toy was stolen. Guess that’s what love does to you „Lando first of all no one really knows if you two are offical or not…“

„I don‘t have to be offical with her, she‘s off limits for any other driver and they know it.“ he argues back and it actually makes so much sense in his head. Much more sense than it does to Carlos at least „If you don’t actually your car, I‘ll still never juste drive it.“

„But Y/n‘s not some bag Lando. You cant actually own her-„

„Thats it!“ Lando smiled and Carlos looked rather confused. He musters his seemingly insane friend who looked like he had just found the answer to lifes most profound question.

„What?“

„Im gonna get her a bag.“

You had just arrived at some food stand, grabbing a coffee and a bagle when a hand grabbed yours. You turned around looking up at the beautiful curly haired guy. Landos eyes looked at you as he had a huge grin on his face „Hey baby.“

„Lan.“ you stated, rather suprised by the bubbly greeting. Last time you had checked both of you were ignoring one another. But Lando didn‘t even give you any time, he put his hand on your back before guiding you towards the mclaren motorhome like he was on some sort of mission.

„What are you doing?“ you chuckled as he pulled you past security who grabbed your bagle and coffee as it was not allowed to bring food from outside. Rude. You looked Lando up and down as you followed him. He was already in race gear probably having to go on track any minute now.

The young guy didn’t say a word he just pulled you into his drivers room closing the door behind him quickly. Before he immediately smashes his lips against yours leaving you no choice but kiss him back. After a while you come to your senses as you push him off you “What‘s going on Lan?“

You missed this. But you weren’t naive, he was acting like you hadn‘t completely had zero contact over the last two weeks. Like he hadn’t ignored you for days after Silverstone. Lando pressed his lips together, his hands still on your waist. He looked like he was contemplating to say something but then shook his head.

„Baby.“ he whispered, his fingers digging into the material of your white blazer.

„Yes?“ you asked sounding rather hopeful. Maybe youw two were actually gonna talk for once.

Lando looked into your eyes before taking a deep breath „I got you something.“

He what? The brit now turned around and you looked at him dumbfounded. He walked over to the cabinet pulling out an orange paper bag. You furrowed your brows. Not understanding what on earth he was doing. He got you a present?

„Here.“ the brown haired handed you the big bag and you looked at him confused.

„It‘s not my birthday yet.“ you stated knowing your birthday was coming up soon. Maybe he had remembered wrong, wouldn’t be a suprise as he seemingly didn’t care where you had been the last two weeks.

„I know but just open it!“ he chuckled, sounding like an excited little boy. You can’t help but giggle nodding as you walk towards the table. You place the bag down pulling out an orange cotton bag. You look at Lando still lost before pulling out the inside. Holding a rathe big snd bright pink leather bag in your hand.

You scrunch your nose „A purse?“

„You dont like it?“ Lando looks panicked and you get even more confused. He sighs rubbing his face „I thought pink was your favorite color.“

„No it’s nice! Really nice!“ you admit looking at the bag „Im just confused why you got me a- a bag? I mean i know im a girl, and I love bags but why..“

„It‘s not just any bag.“ he chuckles, only now realizing you had no idea what you were holding in your hands. He forgot you actually grew up with only a father. This could be amusing.

„What is it then? A special bag?“

„Ah forget it.“ Lando shrugged it off, kissing your cheek . This maybe was actually good. If you didn’t know what the bag meant you‘d go parade it in front of everyone which was exactly what Lando wanted. This bag would surely keep anyone away „I hope you like it baby.“

„I love it Lan!“ you smiled, before tiptoeing and kissing his cheeks. In all honesty the bag was nice but you had still no idea why he‘d just gift you some purse. But you figured it was his way of aplogizing or somethingand you really had no time to discuss the matter at that moment „If you excuse me now I gotta go show everyone my new bag and you have to go race. Good luck!“

Lando couldnt believe it. His plan had sorta backfired. But in the weirdest most unexpected way. He was stunned as he watched you strutting away with your new bag in one hand as you grabbed your coffe on your way out. This could be fun.

Kelly was watching her boyfriend qualifying from the redbull garage as she noticed you walk up to her. The dark haired woman smiled talking off her headphones „Y/n!“

„Kells!“ you embraced her in a hug. You two catch up a little and you just wanna ask Kelly about Little P when her eyes fall onto the bright pink thing in your hand. Kelly raised her eyebrows staring at it“Wow does your internship suddenly pay that much?“

„What?“ you chuckled, noticing her eyes on your bag. You pull it up swinging it around a little before wiggling your eyebrows „Oh, this?“

You roll your eyes turning it around „It‘ a pretty nice bag right?“

Kelly looks at you a little stunned „Nice?“

„You dont like it?“ you ask mustering the older woman „Well you won’t believe this but Lando got me this, totally random!“

„Lando got you a birkin!“ Kelly now yelled covering her mouth in shock as everyone started to look at the two of you. It was then that your step mom appeared from the backroom, taking off her own headset. Looking at Kelly and than at you snd than the very pink bag in your hand.

„That’s what it‘s called?“ you scrunched your nose before chuckling„Its apparently a special purse.“

„Who got you this?“ Geri now asked looking utterly confused at the very beauty you were holding in your hands. She had seen her share of beautiful birkins but this was next level. You grew more confused by the second as people were suddenly hovered around you, well especially women.

„Well- Hello to you to.“ you say rolling your eyes „It‘s just a bag girls. Lando got me it and it was so weird, it was completly out of the blue!“

„Just a bag?“ Geri asked, looking at Kelly unbelievingly „Y/n thats a very nice purse!“

„Oh.“ you state, raising your eyebrows „Maybe I shouldn’t use it then?“

„Oh no, A birkin bag is meant to be used honey!“ Geri chuckled, and Kelly can’t help but laugh along still absolutely shocked„Max never got me a birkin bag.“

„Whatever.“ you now shrug not knowing how a bag could be such a big deal. The two women continue their jokes before you walk around and take off. You had work to do after all. You muster your bag one last time. A birkin bag. Whatever that was. You should probably google it later.

Talk of the bright pink birkin bag that had been gifter by the very Lando Norris spread like water. Soon everyone knew about the most expensive hermes bag being given to a certain young journalist who was parading it like she had zero idea what it was. Well, that was actually the truth. Even instagram had their fieldday seeing you enter Mclarens motorhomes with Lando and leaving it with a pink birkin.

But you were too busy to notice. You only noticed the stared from every woman passing you and the fact that even some of the drivers started whispering and pointing at you whenever you passed them.

When Carlos bumped into you and noticed the little thing in your hand he immediately wanted to slap Lando. He Couldn’t believe the young guy thad actually pulled through with the utter insane plan. He had watched the guy make five hundred calls the day prior. If he had known what kinda bag he was on the hunt for, he‘d probably tell him to forget it.

„Max!“ Carlos yelled running up to the dutch driver, Max turning around „Yes?

„Did you see what he did?“ Carlos asked completely out of breath. Max raised his eyebrows taking a sip of his water in his Red Bull bottle.

„Who did what?“ Max asked, looking at the spanish ferrari driver.

„Lando.“ he stated and Max ju shrugged his shoulders, completely oblivious to the gossip that had been circulating all day„He bought her a birkin bag!“

„Who?“

„Y/n!“

„That little sly fuck!“ Max cussed, not actually believing what he was hearing. Everyone knew what gifting a birkin to a woman means. It‘s like putting a lock on her. It could be only described as some sort of pre proposal, letting every guy know: she is in fact off limits and you better back off.

„He couldnt ask her out normally huh?“ Max laughed shaking his head, grinning at the thought of the young brit.

„No. It‘s Lando. Typical Lando.“

On race day you decided you had enough for once and for all from the stares shot your way every second you walked through the paddock. The bag was pretty yes, but people were surely acting like it was a god. You walked into the redbulm garage approaching Kelly who was stood there with Max and your dad.

„Guys!“ they all stared at you as you looked at them in frustration.

„What the hell is the deal with this stupid purse!“ you held up the thing once again and your dad looked at you suprised while Max chuckles. There‘s a moment of silence before your father crosses his arms, raising his eyebrows.

„It‘s hideous?“ Christian asked. Max and Kelly looking at both of you stunned.

„Dad!“ you punched him with the bag as he laughed like an evil witch. He always made fun of your clothes so this wasn’t personal.

„Y/n!“ Kelly yells before the panicked women reaches out to garv the bag out of you hands like it was a child in need. She wrapped her arms around it protectively looking at you in fury. Meanwhile you look at her like she’s the one that’s lost her mind and so does your dad.

„What the-„

„Okay Christian.“ Max took a deep breath, looking at Kelly who was looking at him in desperation. Silently begging him to put an end to her misery of watching you treat a birkin like that„You may wanna take a seat for this.“

„Bullocks.“ Christian chuckled raising his eyebrows as you looked at Max confused. What was everyone’s problem?

„Well, this bag.“ Max ponited at the thing in Kellys hand and you looked at him exceptingly „It’s a birkin bag. And Lando gave it to you? Right Y/n?“

You slowly nodded, your dad already confused on why Lando would even buy you a bag in the first place. You weren’t that serious, right?

„Well its a forty thousand dollar bag. At least.“ Kelly now stated.

You felt like your heart stopped beating „A what?“

„Why?“ your dad now looks at you putting two and two together „Why does Norris gift you a forty thousand dollar bag Y/n?“

„I- Uhm.“

„I don’t know?“ you lied, before going to grab the bag from Kelly’s hand. Your dad throwing daggers at you. Realizing his daughter actually isn’t as innocent as she seems. You grin awkwardly „If you excuse me now. I gotta go!“

You wahtched the race from the stands, figuring you‘d be safest there as you tried to grasp the sheer fact that Lando had actually bought you a bag that cost more than all your other bags combined. And god you didn’t even say thank you really. But you also truly didn’t understand why he‘d do something so insane. This was serious. You don‘t gift bags like this to your situationship. After a long day you finally headed back to the hotel. Texting Lando to come to your room to talk on your way there.

You were getting ready to out to dinner with your family when a knock appeared at your door. In nothing but yout bathrobe you went to open the door expecting it to be Lando only to be met with a certain american guy lean against your doorframe „Howdy.“

„Logan.“ your eyes were wide open as he looked you up and down with a sly grin.

„Greetings.“ god he was unbarebale when not drunk. You look at the taller guy an awkward grin plastered on your lips.

„What do you want?“ you asked and you knew it sounded quite rude. But you quite honestly didn’t care because Lando could show up any second and you didn’t exactly want him to find you here with Logan.

„I wanna talk.“ He speaks as he pushes past you. You watch him enter your room. Well he was persistent.

„Well, now really is a bad time.“ you stated gesturing to your soaking wet hair and bathrobe. He really had to leave.

„How so?“

„Well, to be quite frank.“ but you couldnt finish it because a second later the door opened behind you. You shut your eyes knowing exactly who that was and how this was gonna look for you. Lando walks in fully dressed for the night, spotting you stand there in your bathrobe, your back turned towards him and in the room none other than. What? Logan? Really?

„What the fuck is he doing here.“ Lando asked not even acknowledging Logans presence. Great. Could anything go your way. You sighed turning around and looking at him „Lan…“

„I‘m here to pick her up for dinner.“ Logan states crossing his arms. You turn back around. He was not serious. „What?“

„Excuse me?“ Lando hissed, clearly already getting worked up about the fact that the Williams driver had the audacity to show up here after he had clearly made sure the whole paddock knew you were his. The birkin had done his job. People had already texted him congratulations on the realitionship.

„Yes remember, we made the plans last week when I came to your place?“ Logan asks you, quite literally doing it on purpose. You knew he was doing it on purpose.

„So hold on!“ Lando grabbed your shoulde and you turned around to look at his pissed off expression „He‘s the other driver?“

„The other what?“ you exclaimed being quite lost. Logan just chuckling, he had heard that Lando was trying scare someone off, apparently it was him. It mad Logan chuckle, surely you wouldn’t be so easy right?

„Last week you left an event with another driver!“ Lando hissed, pointing at the blonde american whi stood there with a cocky smile “It was him?“

„Yes.“ Logan grinned and you knew if he wanted Lando to punch him he was almost there. The brit had a short temper for stuff like this.

„Wait!“ you now yelled turning your attention towards Lando only „How do you know that!“

„Arthur saw you.“ Lando hissed, looking at you with a digusted expression. He starts to pace up and down the room and you roll your eyes at the dramatics.

„Lando calm down!“

„He’sinsane.“ Logan chuckled, shaking his head „Thinking he can put dibs on girl with some freaking bag just because he‘s too stupid to ask her out.“

„Logan!“ you now sighed , pointing at the door „Leave!“

Logan looks at you unamused but seeing you were serious. He rolls his eyes before pushing past you and leaving your room. Slamming tbe door shut on his way out, causing you to flinch as you stare at Lando who‘s looking like some maniac.

„Jesus!“ you sighed.

„Did you have s*x with him?“ Lando asked, blurting it out without hesitation but scared of the answer. You looked at him completely lost on what gave him that idea. Arthur for sure wasn’t a reliable source. Noted.

„What if I did Lando? We agreed on no strings!“ you tried to reason with him. The whole bag thing and him acting all jealous. It made zero sense „Its not like you weren‘t the one who was partying with a million girls after Silverstone.“

„Because I was mad at you!“ Lando now yelled. He really hated to admit this. He hated talking. He‘d rather buy you a million birkins but he knew his words were now needed.

„For what?“

„For not being there. You knew how important it was for me!“

„Lando I had to work!“ you sighed, still lost on how this all made sense „Thats why you slept with other women? Because you missed me?“

„I didn‘t sleep with anyone!“ he now defensed himself. You take a step back raising your brows as you realize you had been foolish.

„But the pictures?“

„Yes I made out with some of them. Im not proud. But I went home with Carlos.“ he sighed, looking at your smaller frame „And I got you that bag hoping you‘d forgive me for that. Well I also got it to scare the competition off.“

„Why didnt you say anything?“

„The bag speaks for itself or so I thought.“ he shakes his head „Only I forgot you aren’t like every other girl.“

„Lan.“ you smiled weakly, approaching him and putting your hand against his face „It‘s a nice bag. But unfortunately you will have to take it back because baby, forty thousand dollars? Thats ridiculous!“

Lando chuckled knowing how insane he sounded. He looked down at you „It was fifty thousand actually. I was trying compete with the other driver. If had known it was Sargeant I‘d gotten you something cheaper trust me.“

You can’t help but laugh „You’re mean!“

„No but seriously? He’s american!“ Lando said his voice all high pitched.

„I know.“ you. giggle, shaking your head „I didn’t t sleep with him tough baby. So you can take the bag back and buy yourself a car.

„Oh thank god!“ Lando sighed in relief his whole body relaxing. God he could be dramatic.

„I thought I was gonna have to pull an exorcism to get that thought out of my head.“

„Well we kissed.“ you smirk „So theres your exorcism.“

Lando fake gags and you punch his shoulder. Before wrapping your arms around his neck. Tugging on his curls. You look into his beautiful eyes, and he smiles down at you.

„So this no strings thing.“ he mumbles, biting the inside of his cheek. You feel your heart flutter as he comes down and kisses your lips softly his hand on your chin. He smiles „Its really just silly isn‘t it?“

You giggle „It is silly baby.“

„Okay from now on its strings baby.“ he states his hands wrapping around you body.

„Oh-„ you look at him with a scrunched nose „You might wanna skip that and go do boyfriend girlfriend right away.“

„Why?“

„Mhm…“ you sighed „Pretty sure my dad knows we had s*x.“

„What?!“ his eyes are wide open „How?“

„The stupid-„ you start but he interrupts you with raised brows.

„Birkin Bag.“

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Selfish - Lando Norris x Reader (ft. Oscar Piastri)

Part 2

Masterlist

Part 1 is here. You‘ll have to read it for it to make sense.

Warnings: mentions of violence, blood, alcohol, s*xual indications

summary: Oscar is trying to come to terms with Lando and your past. Well, in Landos opinion he is trying to cut him out so you can move on with your realitionship. But what happens when old things get stirred up and secrets get revealed? Will Lando really give up?

Oscar wasn’t a guy that dealed with his problems with violence. It just wasn’t his character. He didn’t think it was cool. He didn’t think it was manly. He mostly found it embarrassing. He rarely ever got angry. He was composed and that’s what you liked about him. So it embarrassed him to lose control. Especially in front of you. The young driver didn’t want to come of like the bad guy.

Of course you had expected some sort of reaction when he walked into Lando kissing you. Well it wasn’t just a kiss, the Brit was basically feeling you up. Anyone would have been mad. Anyone would have possibly yelled or screamed. You hadn’t expected an outcome to that extent though.

„So that’s everything?“ the Aussie asked, biting the inside of his mouth so hard he felt like he was starting to taste blood. Your response came slow. You only stared at your hands in your lap as you played with the hem of your dress. Nervously fidgeting with the material. It was short. Lando probably wouldn’t have liked it. Oscar was different, he told you you looked great. Maybe even though he was younger, he was more mature than the Brit. Or maybe Oscar was just not as insecure. But you shouldn’t compare the two. You were scared of who‘d end up loosing. He was a good guy, Oscar truly was. He was sitting here after all. Hearing you out after you kissed another guy. Kissed Lando.

„Yes.“ you whispered. You had told him. Everything. That you had kissed Lando or he had kissed you. You didn’t remember or you didn’t wanna remember. Either way you hadn’t stopped the kiss.

„You only kissed this one time since you‘ve been going out with me? Right?“ he wanted to reassure himself. He knew it probably wasn’t easy for you to tell him this. He could tell by the way you avoided his gaze. But Oscar also knew he had a right to ask. He wasn’t being overly jealous. He had seen it with his own eyes. There was no denying anything anymore.

You had avoided him all weekend. He had called you a couple of times. Apologizing for reacting the way he had. But you choose to stay away till the race was over. You didn’t wanna come inbetween the two guys. But that was possibly already to late. Rumors of bad blood on the team already circulated after the internet was plastered videos of Oscar purposely bumping into Lando and the Brit cussing him out in return. The Mclaren drivers still finishing 9th and 10th. Which was an accomplishment comparing the start of the season.

You nodded, looking up at him. Allthough it had only been one time it was still dissapointing. He looked gutted. His eyes couldn’t hide it.

„I’m sorry Oscar. I didnt wanna ruin your night or your weekend.“ you swallowed, god you sounded like a bitch „But I don’t wanna lie to you“

„You still wanna be with me?“ he interrupted you. He wanted to understand why you even came here with him in the first place. You had finally called him back after the race, asking if you could celebrate with him. Wanting to talk mostly and explain what had happened between Lando and you. But Oscar didn’t wanna know. The past was done. He didn’t care, all he knew was that your brother apparently couldn’t know and it was over. He wanted to know for certain it was done.

You looked at the Aussie. Your heart was screaming to tell him no. To call Lando and tell him you loved him still. Lando who you had also completely ignored all weekend. But you couldn’t listen to your heart. It had told you to wait for Lando all these years. You didn’t want to anymore. You were tired. Drained.

„Yes I do.“ you responded, looking at him with teary eyes. Oscar nodded as he looked you in the eyes. He knew you were being truthful. You wanted to be with him. So he planted a kiss on your forehead, not saying anything before getting out the car. You watched him walk around the Mclaren. Fans already snapping pictures from the sidewalk. Your car door opened, his hand reached for yours, you grabbed it. You stepped out as Oscar immediately grabbed you by your waist pulling you into his body before he kissed you, knowing damn well people were taking pictures. Only thing Oscar wasnt aware of. That just hours later Lando would see the pictures. And wonder. Wonder if Oscar knew. Knew everything and yet still forgave you? Did he know you had texted him hours earlier asking if he was okay and telling him you didn’t know what to do. Lando was certain; you didn’t love the Aussie. You liked him but you didn’t love him. You couldn’t. How would you?

„You never told me how you got that blue eye.“ Max enters the hallway as Lando leans against the marble wall of the dim lit alley. Dressed and ready to go out as he scrolls through the endless pictures of you and Oscar on his timeline. His thumb swiping past each them stopping, whenever the angles change. His stomach twisting at the sight. The young guy looks up at his longtime best friend. He had completely forgotten about the eye. It had been talk of the paddock all weekend.

„I bumped into a shelf.“ he had told the countless interviewers that seemingly had nothing better to ask. A fake smile plastered on his lips. The internet already changing his nickname to „Mr. Bumps into shelfs“. Little did they know Lando didn’t actually find it funny. Not when he actually wanted to tell the world the truth but knew he never could.

„Did you see?“ Lando now asksed, his voice low. Monotone. Pretending to not care. He had to know how his best friend felt about it. Max put on his jacket, furrowing his brows as he lookses at the younger guy „See what?“

Landos phone is shoved into his face. The screen so close to his eyes, he has to blink a couple times to see it. A picture. His sister and Oscar. Kissing and looking all loved dovey. It had seemingly been posted just minutes prior with the caption; new couple alert. Max raised his brows, shrugging his shoulder as he turned away and checks himself in the mirror. He had come to terms with your new realitionship. He‘d never be Oscars best friend. But he also didn’t really mind him. It could be worse, right?

„So you‘re not bothered?“ Lando asked not understanding why Max wasn’t fuming.

„Of course it‘s digusting seeing my sister making iut with some guy.“ Max stated, grabbing the housekeys. He opened the front door, stepping out into the already dark night before turning back to Lando. It could be worse. Oscar had a job and manners. He was well raised and respected you. „But he‘s alright I guess. Plus she seems happy.“

Happy? Lando watched you from afar all night long. His heart beating faster every time he saw you. His hands gripping the non-alcoholic beverage in his hand. Lando knew he was being egotistical but he couldn’t handle seeing you with him. But he also knew better than to approach you as he and his friends hung out in their own lounge at the same place you attended. Well, basically everyone was here. Some of the fellow drivers even congratulating Oscar and you. Most of them knowing you, as you had basically attended most races with your brother and Lando.

„She could at least say hello.“ Lando muttered, leaning back on the lounge couch as he took a sip of his drink. Ria next to him, who was touching up her makeup, just shrugging her shoulders in response. It was funny hearing Lando talk like this. In Rias opinion, he had his chance and he blew it. She even encouraged you to be with Oscar „She did say hello to me.“

„He‘s never gonna let me hang out with her-“ Lando stated his fear but was quickly interrupted.

„Well, you’re kind of to blame for that?“ Ria now sighed looking at her friend. Side eyeing Landos blue eye. You had told her everything. She felt kinda sorry for Lando but he had provoked Oscar. He made some poor choices yea but he never intended to lose you as a friend. And with Oscar now in the picture that was bound to happen. At least in Landos mind.

„I didn’t kiss her!“ Lando defended himself, crossing his arms as Rias just let’s out a chuckle. The loud music blasting through the speakers forcing him to basically yell. Lando may have acted all hard and no feelings but Ria knew exactly he couldn’t resist you. He never had been able to. That’s why you two ended up in eachothers arms time after time. It was a toxic cycle. Neither one of you was benefiting from it.

„She begs to differ.“ Ria stated, looking at you standing next to Oscar who’s arm hadn’t left your waist all night. The Aussie looked at you so mesmerized it made Rias heart flutter. Lando just felt nauseous and told himself you eventually get the ick from the guy clearly being head over heels for you. Oscar also made sure to send a glance Landos way every so often. As if to tell him, he better stay back.

„She kissed me back.“ Lando now argues, completely throwing his first statement over the hill. He knew he had initiated it. But you had clearly wanted it, plus you had gladly returned it. Which spoke on it’s own. Lando wasn’t scared if Oscar. His stares didn’t intimidate him. He just knew better than to cause a scene. Especially in front of Max.

„Of course.“ Ria rolled her eyes, done arguing with the stubborn Brit.

„Then why is she here with him?“ Lando asked, smashing his drink onto the table in front of him resulting in a loud thud causing his friends to look at him weirdly. He awkwardly laughed it off, not wanting anyone to know what was going on. Lando could fool most of them. But not Max. Max knew something was wrong when he saw that bruise. He knew something was wrong when Lando spent the last hour, still wearing his jacket and sitting in the corner of this club looking rather bitter.

„Lando.“ Ria sighed, placing her hands on her friends shoulder as she saw his gutted face while he watched you kiss Oscar„Maybe he‘s just what she needs right now. Okay?“

What you needed? How could you need that?

Lando watched you and Oscar basically all night. The Aussie hanging onto you like a trained puppy, kissing your cheek and shoving his tounge down your throat at any given chance. It was disgusting and totally inappropriate. Not even his parents acted like that. Lando also felt like that level of clinginess wasn’t your style at all. It was clear to Lando that Oscar was insecure. Insecure that Lando was there.

Lando ended up making out with some blonde girl, who he wouldn’t even remember the name of the next day. It was more to show Max that he was fine as the Brit had tried to ask him whats wrong all night long. The Mclaren driver couldn’t tell him that he was losing his mind. Losing his mind watching you with Oscar. The dj suddenly started playing slow songs for the couples on the dance floor. Wasn’t this supposed to be a party? When Lando heard the lyrics of Glimpse of us he knew he had to get out of there.

„I‘ll get the car.“

Lando waited outside of the already emptying nightclub. It was late and there where mostly just blackout drunk people which meant no one recognized him and he was fine to stand there and wait for his car to arrive as people strolled past him. He paced up and down, checking his phone to see he had already gotten a text from that girl he had made out with. He cursed himself for having given her his number. He didn’t even notice you at first, stumbling out the night club just holding your phone in your hand as you frantically texted someone. Eyes glued on the screen, completely ignoring the outside world.

Lando watched you from afar, no Oscar in sight. He knew better than to walk up to you. You’d just yell at him and be rude. He didn’t want any of that now. His patience close to zero. Plus he was tiree. That’s when he noticed some douchebag guys next to you, clearly checking you out. Lando shifted on his feet as they stared you up and down, making stupid comments. Lando rolled his eyes as he saw you didn’t notice to focused on your phone. God you had to be a little more careful the guy thought. But he tried to keep his cool. It worked until he heard one of them drop an absolutely disgusting comment about you.

Lando couldn’t help himself, he walked over to you. Taking off his jacket and putting it over your shoulders, trying to cover at least some part of your body. You looked up, thinking it was Oscar only to see Lando stand there. You open your mouth, wanting to take the piece of clothing off but Landos hand stops your movements.

„Shh. Dont say anything.“ he gestured to the group of men behind you „I‘m just trying to protect you.“

You swallowed now fully aware of the stares you were getting as you stared the guys down. It made you uncomfortable or even scared. You never admit but you were happy Lando was here right now.

„Thanks.“ you mumbled, crossing your arms as you took a step back to ensure some space between the two of you. Lando noticed, he knew you never did that before. Things were already changing. Your eyes checking the entrance, probably looking for Oscar.

He wished he could tell the Aussie that he had to be more careful. He couldn’t let you out here alone. Especially not dressed like this. It wasn’t that Lando felt like the dress was to blame for the occasion. Some men just had no respect no matter what a woman wore. But he was aware that it caught the attention of most guys. Including the bad ones. That’s why he‘d sometimes tell you he didn’t like certain clothes. Not to be a se*ist prick. He was just looking out for you and he always would. No matter if Oscar liked it.

The Aussie walked out the club, finally having gotten both your jackets. The line had been so long, seemingly everyone leaving the club at the same time. He was also carrying your handbag, his hands full when he spotted you stand there. Oscars expression stern when he saw Lando just next to you. You weren‘ talking though. Lando was just looking at you. But the sheer fact he even was talking to you plus the brits jacket being wrappe around your shoulder, it was enough to drive Oscar mad.

„Wanna tell me what this is?“ Oscar approached you, gesturing to the jackt around your shoulder. You were surprised, looking at him opening your mouth wanting to explain Lando was just helping you. But you couldn’t, Lando concluding he had to help you.

„I was looking out for her.“ Lando responded, crossing his arms. He knew he wasn’t in the wrong for looking out dor you. He wouldn’t ever apologize for it. He hated that tone of Oscars. He shouldn’t talk to you like this. Lando didn’t even notice how patient Oscar had been. He was to blind to see that the younger guy wasn’t the problem between the two of you. He was a good guy. He never got angry at you and always gave you a chance to explain.

„You shouldn’t let her go out like that and then leave her alone at some curb.“

Oscar couldn’t believe what Lando was saying. He was painting him once again to be some douchebag. Just like when he accused him of picking up drunk girls. Now the Aussie just knew the reasoning behind the empt and honestly laughable accusations. Lando was bloody jealous and you could see it. Also Oscar had looked out for you. l He had basically stuck to your side all night. But Oscar didn’t say anything. He had learned to stay silent when he needed to. He took the jacket of your shoulder throwing it towards Lando. He then wrapped his own one around your shoulder actually undesrtanding the point of it. You mumbling a small thanks, avoiding Landos stares.

Just as you and Oscar were about to get into his car, the Aussie opened the door for you and closed it behind you once you stepped in. He got to the drivers side but before getting in he made sure to look at Lando one last time „Just let it go Lando. Honestly.“

„Absoluetly not!“ you entered the room nervously. In your hand a paper bag filled with the most scandalous lingere you had ever seen. Ria was laying on you bed, scrolling through her phone while you walk in. She looked up at you standing there in a set of bright red lace underwear that you would have sworn off ever wearing in the past. Oh, how things change.

„Oh my god!“ Ria squealed, sitting up with her mouth hanging wide open. The brown haired woman looked you up and down, not believing the sight. She knew you were stunning but right now she saw you in a totally different light. Like if she was a guy, she‘d get onto her knees begging for that.

„Woman! You look absolutely smoking hot!“ she yelled, not caring the door was basically wide open as you just had gotten back from your bathroom. Trying on the endless option of underwear Ria had brought you from some store in London. You did have underwear but more of the simple kind. Or as Ria had called it; conservative.

Ria was helping you. You had come to your friend with a problem. It was almost so embarrassing, you couldn’t get it out „We haven’t done it yet.“

Ria hadn’t react badly. That’s what you loved about her. She never judged. Even when you had cried in her arms for Lando a million times. She always acted like ut was the first time. So you weren’t suprised that she was super understanding, telling you that it was okay and actually quite a good sign. Oscar seemingly was serious about you if he didn’t mind not having s*x right away. Ria also didn‘t ask for a reason, but she knew it was probably more you than the Aussie. Knowing men usually weren’t as complicated. So your friend tried to encourage you. Getting you new lingere in hopes to boost your confidence. To remember who you were.

„I don’t know.“ you looked at your reflection in your full body mirror „This isn’t me.“

„What do you mean?“ she jumped up standing behind you „You look like a goddess. The boy‘s gonna stutter.“

You chuckled, knowing there was some truth to that. That would actually be such an Oscar thing to do. Maybe it was difficult to be with him as he wasn’t exactly dominant himself. Oscar always wanted to make sure you were comfortable and never went further if he felt like you weren’t. It was cute in a way, but you also needed someone to lead you. That’s what you were used to.

„I just think Oscar could get the wrong picture.“ you sighed looking back at Ria „Like I‘m much more experienced.“

„Well?“ Ria furrowed her brows „You do have some experience right?“

You chewed the inside of your mouth. This was embarrassing.

„Yes.“ you stated, knowing that sounded like a lie „But like not… Not a lot.“

Ria smiled, unsure of what you were hinting at „Meaning?“

„I only ever slept with Lando.“

„What!“ Ria yelled, and you immediately covered her mouth not wanting the whole house to hear. Well only Lando was home but he was the last person that should know it. You had kept your distance from him. It was hard when you live in the same house. But you had managed by keeping yourself as busy as possible. You look at Ria as her eyes were wide open. You giggle as she mumbles against your hand „You only slept with Noriss?“

„I know it’s embarrassing.“ you sighed, crossing your arms. But the girl immediately grabbed your shoulders in a comforting manner.

„No!“ she stated, shaking her head. She actually couldn’t believe how much Lando must have meant to you. It mad her mad to know he broke your heart. He was still somehow doing it „I‘m just mad he has hold that much power over you. Like every guy would want you Y/n.“

„Maybe.“ you sighed, looking at your reflection „But I don’t want every guy.“

You tip toed your way to the bathroom, right next to your room. Just as Landos bedroom door that was right opposite yours bursts open. He was in there? You try to cover yourself up with your hand but it doesn’t work.

„F*ck.“ you mutter trying to open the bathroom door, but its to late. Lando stands there. Looking at you surprised. He looks you up and down as you stand there frozen. He can’t help but smirk. Had he heard? God you had to be bright red.

„Wow.“ Lando nodded, running his finger through his hair thats out in every direction. The brit isn’t even sure what to say. He had never seen you like this. You had always been more cute in a away. Not that daring. „You look-“

„Don’t say anything!“ you interrupted him, crossing your arms over your chest. You weren’t gonna be able to handle any immature and inappropriate comment from him right now. Lando pressed his lips together. He wouldn’t have said anything bad. But he knew he shouldn’t compliment you. He had to control himself from looking you up and down once again. So the brit just nodded taking a deep breath „I won‘t“

„Okay.“ you stated, finally turning the knob of the bathroomdoor, your back facing Lando now. A glance behind. His eyes were clearly not were they were supposed to be.

„Lando!“ you scolded the guy whos eyes had landed on your ass as soon as you turned around. Typical.

„Well, it‘s-“His eyes mer yours as he held up his hands in defense. A big grin creeping on his face. „Sorry?“

The smell of fresh pizza had filled the whole house. You had walked down the stairs, a bag of your belongings in your hand. Checking your phone, to see you still had some time before Oscar was expecting you. You had literally spent hours in the shower since Ria left. Shaving every part of your body, exfoliating and doing the most to feel fresh. Which worked. You felt beautiful that night. Like something big was gonna happen. Following the absoluetly delicious smell, you walked into the living room where there was a big kitchen. No one ever cooked in this house so you were surprised at the sight.

Lando was standing behind the kitchen counter. Wearing nothing but grey sweatpants as he was preparing what looked like some chocolate covered strawberries. A closed bottle of wine on the countertop. Two glasses?

„Expecting company?“ you asked, furrowing your brows as you leaned against the door frame. The brit looked at you. You couldn’t help but let out a giggle. His hair was white from what looked like flour and his once white shirt, splattered in tomato sauce as it was layed over the kitchen sink. Was it the girl he had made out in the night club with? God you shouldn’t care.

„No. Well, yes but she just cancelled.“ Lando shrugged his shoulders, turning up the volume of his jazz music playing in the background. He seemed happy. Happier than you had seen him in a while.He had even set the table with candles outside as the sun began to set over the ocean view.

„Wow.“ you entered the kitchen, placing your huge bag on the marble counter. You looked at Lando with a questioning look. Something was surely up. You hadn’t ever seen Lando so- So grown up? “ You re really trying to impress this girl, huh?“

Lando nodded as he licked his lips. He couldn’t see past it. The curled hair. The lipstick. The perfume. The lace of your bra peeking through your white dress.

„So are you.“

You blushed, tugging your hair behind your ear as you looked at the floor, avoiding eye contact. It’s embarassing when someone knows you’re trying hard. And Lando knew. He saw you at your worst. He knew how you looked with no makeup. He knew how you looked when you woke up. He knew how you looked when you were violently sick after partying and he was holding up your hair for you. Lando knew you were trying.

„Don’t- Not that it matters.“ Lando added wiping his hands on the kitchen towel. He hesitated before deciding he had nothing to lose anyways „I like this one better.“

You knew what he meant. The white lace of your bra, slightly peeking through your dress. You knew it was inappropriate for him to tell you this. You couldn’t react. Remembering you had a boyfriend. A boyfriend who said he respected yours and Landos friendship as long as it was just a friendshipy. You mumbled a small thanks, thanking god as you were saved by the sound of the oven beeping.

„You wanna eat? I made plenty?“ Lando asked, opening the oven door as he took out to perfectly baked pizzas. Maybe it was that you absolutely loved pizza or that you had aome spare time left anyways. Maybe it was you felt sorry for Lando as he clearly had taken time and got stood up but something inside you made you nod „Yes, why not.“

Your small hand covered the rim of your glass as a drop of wine lands on the white table cloth. Lando laughed as you shook your head in protest „No Lando! I still need to drive.“

It was already dark out. It had gotten a little cold so you were cuddled up in your blanket as you sat opposite Lando. Some pizza still left on your plate, you were absoluetly stuffed. You had had a decent amount of wine though. Lando and you spent the las hour talking. It was like it used to be. Just easy and lighthearted conversations. No force or awkwardness. He never mentioned Oscar. Never mentioned your problems. It was nice. So nice you had even told the Aussie you would be a little late. Not telling him that you were having dinner with Lando of course.

„Oh, you’re not gonna be able to drive anyway!“ he furrowed his brows, signaling the nearly empty bottle of expensive wine. You had drank too much already, it would be hours before you sobered up.

You sighed removing your hand from your glass in defeat as Lando filled your glass a pleased smirk on his face „See that‘s what im talking about.“

„I‘ll take a taxi I guess.“ you mumbled taking another sip of the beverage.

It felt good to leave your worries to the side for a moment. Especially now that it was just you and Lando. It felt like it was fine. Like you‘d never had fought. It was a good moment. When something hit you. It had been like this before. You had felt so special. Lando treated you like you were the only girl in the world and yet, tonight he would have done this all for someone else. Like none of it ever mattered. It was all fake. It wasn’t for you. It never had been. You were not special.

„Can I ask you something?“ you asked, listening to the quiet music coming from inside. Somehow you felt angry at the thought of him having done this for some twat when you never got treated right. You bit your lips, looking at Landos face through the candle light.

„Yes?“

„Do you regret it?“ you blurted out It was probably the wine talking. But you couldn’t even bother your impulsive thoughts taking over.

„Regret what?“

„Me.“

It was silent. The sound of the wind, hitting the pool water along with the piano playing inside all you could hear.

Lando placed his glass on the white table cloth. He looked at you, disappointed as he got up. The Brit grabbed his plate as he walked inside, not saying a single word.You were stunned. Offended, unwinding from your blanket as you stumbled inside your glass in your hand. God you shouldn’t drink so much.

„Why the f*ck wont you answ-“

„Why do you have to f*cking ruin it?“ he yelled back throwing his plate into the kitchen sink. You looked taken aback. How were you ruining it? He was the one that treated you like you didn’t matter.

„Ruin what Lando? You acted like I meant nothing-“

„Would I do all of this if you didn’t matter! Do you really think I do all of- F*ck!“ he yelled, his hand hitting the marble counter in anger without looking. A crushing sound. Glass splattered everywhere. He had just smashed his hand into a wine glass.

You looked stunned. Not just about what had happened. Also what Lando had just revealed.He had done this for you? Your mind was filled with endless questions. You wanted to open your mouth when you start noticing the sheer amout of blood running down his hand. Your ears ringing at the sight of it.

Without hesitation you saw a towel on the counter as you stumbled around the counter. Grabbing it you even spilled wine over your white dress before you grabbed Landos hand, pressing the cloth against the cuts in hopes to stop the bleeding. Lando took a sharp breath clearly in pain as he slightly pulled back „You’re gonna ruin it.“

„God It’s a towel Lando!“

„No! The dress!“ he argued as blood had already landed on the white material along with the splatters of wine. It looked like something straight out of a horror movie.

„Doesn’t matter. Not gonna leave you now.“ you look into his eyes. He looks, relieved? You let it go. thinking he just is in pain. It‘ quiet. The music stopped. You swear you could feel Landos pulse. His hand pressed against your stomach.

Oscar. Will have to cancel for tonight. Call you tomorrow. Sorry.

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Selfish - Lando Norris x Reader (ft.Oscar Piastri)

Masterlist

part 2

warnings: mentions of alcohol, s*xual references, contains cheating

summary: Lando can’t be with you. He had told you so countless times. But somehow seeing you with his very own teammate makes him regret his decisions. A twisted game starts, the only question is; who’s gonna end up winning?

„Who?“ Lando chocked on his food, almost spilling the drink in his hand as he sat at dinner table with his friends, letting the evening slowly ring out at his absolute favorite restaurant in Monte Carlo. It had been a long although fun day of all sorts of activities as you had all gone out on his yacht. Coming back you were all a bit sunburnt and tired, not wanting to cook you went out for dinner. Figuring you may head to a couple of bars later as you all enjoyed your time together as well as the first really warm days in Monaco.

„Mister Piastri.“ Max chuckled, wiggling his eyebrows in such a goofy way you swore you could feel the ick forming in your bones. So he quickly earned a punch from you straight into his upper arm as you chewed on your food silently. Your hair still slightly wet from having gotten ready in the matter of minutes at Landos place. Wearing almost no makeup as your freckles had started to come through.

„You‘re dating Oscar?“ Lando basically yelled as he put his drink down, causing a loud thud catching the attention of the tables next to you. You akwardly smiled at the elderly people who sent your friends a disapproving glare. It was always loud when the four of you were together. Max was your brother and that would basically end in bickering ninety percent of dinners. Ria wasn’t that quiet either. And Lando, well, he was Lando. The life of the party. His smile would be contagious and his laughter could lighten every situation. There wasn’t ever a dull moment around him.

„Shh!“ you shushed Lando as you kicked Maxs leg under the table. Ria next to you chuckled, scrolling through her phone. Max squealed in pain, allthough you knew he was being overly dramatic once again „Shut it Max!“

„What? It’s true?“ Lando now continued looking clearly disturbed. Unbelievable. You stared at the Brit before rolling your eyes in an unfaced manner. Lando shouldn’t care right? He had made it pretty clear he didn‘t. So you hoped he‘d not cause a scene now. Allthough you were pretty sure he wouldn’t in front of Max. That had been his ground rule right? Max couldn’t know.

„We‘re not dating.“ you responded never the less, staring at the young Mclaren driver who’s curly hair was sitting ever so perfectly today. Max couldn‘t help but let out a chuckle as you side eyed him. He could really be so goddamn annoying, he made your blood boil. But that‘s a normal thing for siblings to do.

„Oh, sorry. You guys are just hooking-“ Max continued, nibbling on his chicken wing.

„That’s even worse!“ Landos interrupted his friend, wiping his hands on a napkin. His appetite had just left him. His plate still half full. Hi voice was as high pitched as you ever thought it could get. Now your brother sent his friend a questioning look as Ria next to you crossed her arms, very aware of Landos never ending bullsh*t when it came to you.

„How’s that worse?“Max now asked, awkwardly chuckling. He knew Lando was your best friend as well. But of course he didnt get why he‘d be so upset about this. He thought he was just being protective. Ria now raised her brows looking at you, you looked defeated as Lando almost seemed disgusted. His face scrunched up as he stared you down.

„Yeah, why do you care?“ Ria now added fuel to the fire. It was sassy and Lando knew why. He knew Ria knew about everything. She was your best friend. She had already confronted him before but he mostly told her to mind her own business. This was between the two of you. It always would stay this way. Plus it ended months ago.

„I-I…“ Lando stuttered holding up his hands as if to prove he was innocent. He looked at you and then at Max „Look I dont care I just didn’t think Oscar was her type.“

You bit your tounge. Weak shot Norris. You knew Lando still thought you were not over him. Which you‘d never admit to, had some truth to it. But Oscar was nice. He was a decent guy, he treated you with respect and you two had fun. It was the perfect distraction, only Max had to ruin it again. Ruin it by making Lando aware of it. You knew how Lando could be when it camr to you dating other guys. You hadn‘t purposely gone for the teammate. I just happened. A glance at the paddock. A social media follow and just like that the Aussie slid into your dm‘s

„Why not?“ Ria now scrunched her nose, sounding honestly confused at Landos absolute nonsense. Who was he to say, who your type was?

„Well, he-„ Lando now started as he stared straight at Ria. He had no real answer on how he knew. He couldn’t say because he himself was your type. Not in front of Max. „He‘s younger than her. Which I didn’t know she was into-“

„Oh trust me.“ Ria now smirked as you buried your face in your hands not wanting to know what was coming next „Judging from the sounds coming from her room at night she is totally in-“

„Eww!“ Lando and Max now yelled out at the same time. You were bright red now but couldn’t help but giggle, your hand covering your mouth as you looked at Ria. She winked at you. God, you loved her sometimes. She could make anyone uncomfortable. Especially someone who was messing with you. Ria loved Lando as a friend, yet she hated how he had treated you. It wad equally possible. Luckily Max chenged the subject rather quickly after that. Not interested in hearing about his sisters s*x life.

You ignored Landos stares on you for the rest of the dinner and thanked god when it finally ended. The minutes seemingly not passing at all. Lando payed, inviting you all before the group left the restaurant. Stepping out onto the streets of Monaco at night. It was Friday, the weekend just starting so the place had been packed. You guys had to wait for Landos car to arrive, so Ria and Max used the chance to go to the restroom leaving just Lando and you to wait outside.

The Brit played with his yellow team quadrant cap as he watched you type on your phone. The sound of your nails tapping against the screen triggering him beyond measures. He normally wasn’t this petty. He knew he had no right to say anything. But he was annoyed you had to go for his teammate out of all guys. It seemed like you were doing it to get back at

„Who are you texting?“ he blurted out, immediately hearing how weird it sounded. So much on letting your impulsiveness win. But that smile on your face, he couldn’t help it. He had to know if it was him. He wanted to know everything. Had you kissed Oscar? Had you slept with him? It made Lando sick to think about it.

„You talking to me?“

„Who else?“ Lando sassed back. God he hated your attitude. He loved and hated it at the same time.

„None of your business.“ you stated, sending him a fake smile before continuing to text whoever was on your phone. Lando rolled his eyes pacing back and forth. It had to be Oscar. He awkwardly stood there for a while, figuring he better should not say anything else. But adding fuel to the fire was his thing.

„You know it’s not my business if you‘re hoeing around. But it is when you choose to f*ck my teammate.“

„Excuse me-“ you looked up. You couldn’t believe Lando’s choice of words. Once again. You open your mouth wanting to say something but to Lando‘s luck Max came out running before hejumped onto his back the next second. Holding onto Lando like a monkey.

Your mouth still hubg open as you watched Lando put on a fake smile. He spent the next minutes fooling around with Max before his car arrived. Ria came back as the guys stepped into the car, tipping the guy who had brought it. She put her hand on your shoulder, immediately sensing something was up „You okay?“

„He‘s such a d*ck!“

You remember how Lando would always pick on you when you were kids. It lasted till you were teens. He had made it his duty to make fun of you with Max at any chance. But he also was always first in line to protect you. Even more then Max. Every boy Max hated, Lando hated more. Every night you went out he made sure to drop you off and pick you up. He was always there. That all changed. Changed over something so stupid. He had to go and do it. Make you feel special for a second. Making you wait all these years, hoping he‘d finally come around. Finally stand up and tell Max he was with you.

Lando had been your first everything. Your first kiss. Your first time. Your first heartbreak. Max didn’t know. He‘d never forgive him. Or so Lando always thought. Not after lying for so many years. Always telling Max he didn’t know.

He didn’t know where you spent the night; you were laying in his arms hours prior.

He didn’t know where that hickey came from; it had been him the night before.

He didn’t know why you were crying and locking yourself in your bedroom; he had told you he was dating someone else.

You almost couldnt believe the thing went on for so long. It was stupid of you to wait for Lando. You always waited. Lando didn’t know this; you hadn’t gotten with any other guy ever. You had pretended so. To make him jealous as he’d get with all these girls when he was traveling. Or so you assumed. It was a year ago you and Lando officaly ended it. Or he did.

He had always told you; it couldn’t be more than sex. His long hugs and midnight chats were what fooled you. The way he’d caress your hair, whisper into you ear when he thought you were sleeping. But you should have just believed him; It didnt mean anything to him. It never had.

„Ahhh! Your breaking my heart!“ you yelled over the loud music. Earning nothing but a chuckle from Ria as you threw your arm around Oscars neck. The Aussie ,who was holding your waist to ensure you wouldn’t fall or trip over, smirked as he shook his head at your clumsiness. He thought it was endearing though. You were a cute kind of drunk. Much more affectionate than when you weren’t though.

„C‘mon Y/n? I told you I dont dance!“ he defended himself. He had told you as you had called him two hours ago basically begging him to come to this night club. He had just gotten his first own place in Monte Carlo and didn’t really go out much yet. Especially not to dance. But after you had done the most to convince him on the phone the Aussie somehow agreed to come.

Only when he did, he found you hanging over the bar already totally wasted with Ria just laughing her ass off. But Oscar didn’t judge. He loved to see you have fun, so he refused the drinks himself so he‘d be able to get you home safely.

„You’re so-“you grabbed the young guys face, pinching his cheeks and pecking his lips as he just chuckled „You‘re cute.“

„Am I?“ you asked, eyes wide open.

„Piastri.“ Oscar looked away from you seeing his very own teammate and your brother approach him. His heart stopped for a second. He hadn’t told Lando he was seeing you. He had avoided it, knowing the Brit could get weirdly protective over you. So Oscar didn’t know how to react as he just looked at you before muttering through gritted teeth „You didn’t tell me they were here-“

„Who?“ you slurred, placing your head against his shoulder. Your hand going into his hair, his oddly soft hair. Oscar knew the position you two were in already looked bad enough. He didn’t tell Lando he was seeing one of his best friends and he had avoided Max at all costs. So this wasn‘t exactly the ideal way to come clean about it.

„What are you doing here?“ Lando asked, not even greeting the Aussie. But he couldn’t, you were all over Oscar. Lando hated the sight of it. He had thought about it all week since finding out. Now seeing it. The image was gonna be forever engraved in his mind.

„She called me.“ Oscar stated, his mouth dry as Ria punched Maxs shoulder. Because Max was giving Oscar an unnapproving look, which caused the young guy to look terrified.

„She‘s drunk.“ Lando stated pointing at you, as Oscar still was doing the most to help you stand straight. He hated the way he held you. Wanting to rip his dirty fingers off you. He felt like he had been robbed. Robbed even though he knew you werent his. You hadn’t been for so long. The younger Mclaren driver scrunched his eyebrows together, he had no idea why Lando was being so rude to him. He had thought Max had been harsh when they first met. But Lando. Lando was on another level.

„I know. I was just gonna get her home.“ the australian guy stated but was interrupted by Lando walking up to him, grabbing your arm as he forcefully pulled you towards him. Oscar looked dumbfolded as Lando raised his eyebrows, you just laying your head on whatever shoulder it now was. Feeling your head spin. Maybe you had drunk a little too much.

„You always pick up drunk girls at the club?“ Lando spat out. It was a low blow. Even Max found it a little over the top, he tried to stop Lando but was held back by Ria telling him to stay back. Not wanting your brother to make things worse for you.

„What the hell mate?“ Oscar chuckled, trying to overplay the uncomfortableness as people around them were catching on the dispute. Probably thinking Oscar was some d*ck, trying to pick up drunk women. The young guy looked at Lando and then back at Max as if to try to tell him that was bullshit. Oscar didn’t realy care for Lanfos approval. You weren’t his sister. So he didn’t understand why Lando was being such a douche.

„Let it go. She’s not going home with you.“

Lando woke up to loud banging on his bedroom door. He tossed and turned before letting out a frustrated groan. Looking at his phone next to him, god it was early. With a sigh he got up and stumbled to the door, opening it to whoever was causing the unpleasant disturbance so early in the morning.

„What?“ Lando yelled before even seeing who it is. A finger is immediately placed on his naked chest as he looks down at your small frame. He has to prevent himself from laughing, your hair was sticking out into every direction as your smudged makeup made you resemble what he only could describe as a racoon. Or maybe a panda?

„You!“ your voice was deep, signaling Lando that you were mad. He raised his brows as his lips twitched nervously „Me?“

„This is not funny!“ you now yelled, pushing Lando into the room and closing the door behind you. You didn’t want Max and the whole house to hear what you were about to say. A part of living with all your friends you hated.

Lando stood there with only his underwear on as he awaited for you to go off on him with crossed arms.

„You are such a piece of sh*t!“

„I am?“ he chuckled, shaking his head as he placed his hand over his heart. Faking being offended. It was quite obvious to you, that Lando did not take this serious at all and it made you even more mad. It was like it was all a game to him.

„So tell me.“ he licked his lips looking at you with a disgustingly sly grin „Why am I a piece of shit?“

„I woke up to Oscars texts telling me exactly how you literally bullied him out of the club last night!“ you yelled, hearing how childish it sounded. But Lando was immature, it was no secret. He could act like a literal teenager if he wanted to and it made you hair stand up.

„No, No.“ Lando now stated, shaking his head hearing what he was accused of. He knew it was true, but he‘d never admit to „I only didn’t let him take you home. You were absoluetly sh*tfaced!“

„Why do you care if I go home with him?“ you yelled, wanting to rip his head off. Lando clenched his jaw, shaking his head. He knew you both knew why he cared. He hated the thought of you with someone else. He had no right to. So he could never admit it but it was the truth.

„I-I…“ he tried to come up with some logical explanation. But all Lando ever knew was excuses when it came to you. „I don’t want him or any guy to take advantage of drunk girls.“

„Oh, how mighty big of you.“ you hissed shaking your head. You knew it was bullshit. Lando wasn’t like some feminist king going around to protect girls. You turned around, done with his lies as you walked towards the door but before leaving the room you made sure to look back „Just so you know, if anyone’s allowed to take me home while drunk. It isn’t you! Its my boyfriend.“

Boyfriend. That word rang through Landos ears all day long. He couldn’t wrap his head around it. Surely Oscar wasn’t your boyfriend yet. He had not told him so last night. He would have surely used it against him? Lando thought about it. It even kept him awake at night. Tossing and turning at the thought of you laying in Oscars arms. You weren’t home. He knew you were probably with him. Within seconds he pulled out his phone. He cursed himself for having to get up early for work the next day before he picked your contact name as he started typing.

Is Oscar really your boyfriend?

No too blunt.

Are you actually serious about Oscar?

No too passive aggressive.

Can we talk please?

Delivered 00:12 AM

„Be careful!“ you yelled out at Oscar as you looked back at the young guy hopelessly struggling on his bike. Riding bikes along the promenade was new to him. Luckily you were an expert, and the guy dressed in his orange Mclaren shirt just had to follow and hope not to embarass himself too badly. Allthough he knew you‘d never let him feel that way.

„Watch out!“ Oscar screamed at some pedestrians, who were busy taking pictures as they all cursed at him. A guy even holding up a middle finger towards him. You never laughed so hard as you could hear Oscar tell him off in a typical Oscar way, very politely and respectful he had told the guy it was rude. There were so many people here for the Gran Prix this weekend. Some even snapping pictures as they recognized the young rookie.

„That was fun.“ you jumped off your bike as soon as you arrived in front of the already busy paddock. It was only free practice day but the place was still packed with lots of visitors and press. Oscar tried to lock up his newly purchased bike, clearly struggling as he panted for air „Yeah was fun.“

You giggle looking at the young guy who you were convinced wouldnt get the lock on that bike on his own „C‘mon Piastri.“

He stood up as he looked at your smile, clearly defeated. He held the key towards you and just as you were about to take it Oscar grabbed your chin going in for a kiss. You smiled at the gesture as you wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss not caring if anyone saw. Just as Oscars hand made it’s way down your back and stopped right above your hips a loud noise went off.

You and Oscar jumped apart, at the loud sound of the car horn. Looking to where it was coming from. Your eyes locked with the guy sitting behind the tinted windows. Lando was sitting in his Mclaren holding his hands up as if to claim innocence and pretend he hadn‘t just done that on purpose. He mouthed a short „Sorry“ before getting out his car putting on his sunglasses.

„Morning Oscar.“ Lando strolled past you chewing on his gum, not even acknowledging your presence. You looked after the guy in the white shirt as you rolled your eyes. He could be so goddamn cocky. Oscar only seemed confused. He even laughed it off, figuring Lando had really not intended to do that. You grabbed the Aussies hand as you stomped towards the entrance of the paddock. Oscar just following you, confused on why you were so tense all of the sudden.

„Y/n.“ he stated, stopping in his tracks as you tried to pull him further. You sighed looking back defeated, shrugging your shoulders. Oscar mustered you. That frown. Something clearly was bothering you and it had to do with Lando. He couldn’t pinpoint what it was though. He was scared that by asking, he‘d overstep boundaries. You weren’t offical yet. Despite all the rumors.

„What just happened?“ he knew it. He sensed it. It had been like your world had just turned around. You had looked at Lando so briefly yet it said so much. So much Oscar didn’t understand. Maybe hedidn’t even phantom it as it happened so quick. Cause if he had. If he had looked really hard, he‘d see a girl who was clearly still hung up on someone else.

„Nothing.“ you brushed it off, your lips pressed together.

Oscar knew you were lying. Only he didn‘t have the guts to tell you.

„Alright.“ he nodded, was he mad? You knew you were acting like a bitch. Oscar didn’t derserve this. He deserved someone less complicated. Someone who didn’t lie and hurt people. To your suprise Oscar reached out his hand to you. You hesitated before you took it. You both continuing to make your way inside the paddock. Oscar placed a kiss on your temple just before cameras spotted you „You know you can tell me anything right?“

Anything. You were watching the practice from inside the garage as you felt his presence next to you. He just stood there with crossed arms, his mouth moving. Luckily you couldn‘t understand at least not before taking off your headset that one of the staff members had given you.

„What?“ you sighed looking at Lando who had just gotten out his car early, due to a mechanical issue completely unsatisfied with his performance and the performance of the car. Things could literally only get better. On and off track.

„I said: what are you doing here?“ the Mclaren driver repeated, looking rather unwell with his hair sticking to the sweat dripping down his forehead. The bags under his eyes telling you exactly what you knew already.

„Watching?“ you sassed back, eyes on the screen as you kept your voice low to not catch the attention of anyone. Oscar was still out there to your luck, so there stood no chance of him witnessing what was about to go down.

„Since when do you come to watch free practice?“ he hissed, shaking his head as you completely ignored eye contact. It drove Lando mad. Especially since you wore that. His favorite white dress. He had gotten it for you; you were now wearing it for another guy.

„Since I was invited.“ you now look at him, hoping the harsh tone in your voice would just shut him up once and for all. But Lando just rolled his eyes, getting closer to you before grabbing your arm and pulling you all the way back to his drivers room. You didn‘t do anything, knowing it was time you settled this. Also your legs became pudding just before. You might act all tough but Lando made you incredibly nervous. He looked different this weekend. Grown up.

„You have one hell of an audacity to show up here for a guy who you are clearly not into, in a dress that I payed for.“

You swallowed. 1:0. You couldn’t let that sit.

„Oh, yeah Oscar picked it out this morning.“ you put on a fake smile, basically feeling Landos pulse as you two stood so close. You couldn‘t help it. A glance down at his lips. Was he trying to grow a beard? F*ck. „He also told me how he‘s looking foward to taking it off me tonight.“

Lando clenched his jaw. He wasn’t stupid. He saw those wandering eyes. So he did the one thing that his impulsive mind wanted him to.

„Shut up.“ he muttered before smashing his lips onto yours. You were taken aback. But god. That feeling. Those butterflies. It had only ever been like that with him. You kissed back. You missed him. It had been a whole year. You hadn’t forgotten though. Your hands wrapping around Landos neck pulling him closer as his hands gripped your bare thighs, wandering under your dress. It was a short lived pleasure because as soon as his hand had reached your hips the door was ripped open.

„Lan- What?“

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Rumor has it - Lando Norris x Leclerc!Reader

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My first social media au! I‘m back guys, took some time off because of studies.

Disclaimer; no hate to the girl who‘s in the picture with Lando! It’s literally just for the plot.

Face claim; jade_distinguinn on instagram

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summary: Lando is spotted with a blonde model, who clearly is not his girlfriend. It leads the internet to question everything.

f1gossip

Monaco

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f1gossip Drama Alert! Lando was spotted chatting it up with a blonde model in Monaco today. Just days ahead of the Monaco Grand Prix while Y/n is in Cannes. Is there trouble in paradise?

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user23 ouch, poor y/n

lando.y/n we dont know anything yet!

y/nstan the pictures say enough

f1.fans the leclerc brothers would surely kill him

user14 yes, hope its just rumours

y/n.fans apparently the girls friends with Pierre, so could just be a misunderstanding

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Cannes

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y/n_leclerc living the dream

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charles_leclerc Arthur said the second pose is weird

y/n_leclerc tell him to shut it

arthur_leclerc Charles!? no wonder Lorenzo is her favourite

username1526 You gonna just ignore the rumors?

y/n.stans let her live! why don‘t you all go harrass Lando?

f1gossip maybe she‘s as confused as we are

carmenmmundt looking gorgeous love!

y/n_leclerc thanks Cami…see you soon🫶🏼

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Monaco

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f1gossip So Y/n has deleted a couple of posts with Lando, but she still has these up? And even pinned at the top if her instagram? I‘m as lost as you are🤷🏻‍♀️

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norris.4 see maybe they just done with the media

f1.fans yes but they could at least adress it?!

y/n.stans if she stays with him imma throw a fit

norrisupdates we don‘t even know if it‘s true? there could be an easy explanation

f1gossip yes maybe they just need time, hoping for the best though

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Monaco

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landonorris it‘s monaco time ladies and gents

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Monaco

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charles_leclerc family first

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y/n_leclerc awww Arthur looking so innocent

arthur_leclerc i am?!

charles_leclerc stop it guys

leclerc.fans family? where‘s Y/n?

y/n.stans she‘s not gonna be in Monaco

user6282 liked by Lando?!

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Ibiza

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y/n_leclerc finally feels like summer

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f1gossip Confirmed: Y/n has not attended the Monaco gp. People have peeped her posting the second photo right after Landos circulated on twitter. It‘s also confirmed that the girl who was seen lunching with Lando is still in Monaco and attending the Grand Prix.

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y/nismommy she‘s in ibiza thats why she didn’t attend

f1.fan but her whole family is there?

user415 I think they broke up

norris.news what if the model is there? the whole world is there?

leclerc16 yes, exactly. I heard she even has a bf!

y/n.lec but why is Y/n not there? she always supports Charles and Arthur in monaco

y/n_leclerc

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Barcelona

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f1gossip News: looks like the youngest Leclerc is currently in Barcelona ahead of the GP! She has been spotted hanging out with Charles as well as attending a football game with Lorenzo. We hope she‘s also there to see Lando.

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y/nismommy so glad it‘s not true

f1.fan we don’t know, she could be there with her brothers

norris.updates Lando has been spotted kissing her in the Mclaren hospitaly. Save to say they are fine!

user678 they probably were just done with all the rumors

y/n.stans i still think him with that model is fishy

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Circuit de Barcelona

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y/n_leclerc Supporting my fav reds today. Swipe for legendary Arthur content + Charlie looking like he couldn‘t hurt a fly

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f1.fansss what about Lando?

norris.updates leave them alone! They will adress once they are ready

y/n_leclerc maybe there is nothing to adress?

landonorris you look gorgeous

arthur_leclerc she‘s not even on the picture?

pierregasly you can see her from the back

charles_leclerc gonna punch you for that Gasly

y/n_leclerc Hey! leave my behind out of this 🫶🏼

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Barcelona

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landonorris P3 babyyy. couldn‘t do it without my girl by my side. Not a day goes by where I don’t think about how lucky I am. It‘s all for you my love @y/n_leclerc

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carlossainz55 Charles wants his leather jacket back

y/n_leclerc shhh

arthur_leclerc she changes teams like I change underwear

y/n_leclerc so almost never?

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Romeo asked Juliet three questions - Max Verstappen x Reader

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Warnings: smut, mentions of alcohol

summary: Your dad had done everything to protect you. In return he would ask you for one thing; loyality. To his family, to his brand. But one night with his enemies golden boy Max makes you question your morals. One night and three questions.

Growing up your dad used to tell you stories about how he had met your mother. How her dad had always depsised him and how hard her whole family made it for the two of them. The odds were against them; he had told you it was sort of like Romeo and Juliet. You loved hearing about it, especially with your mom being gone. After she had passed your father rarely spoke about her and whenever he did, you made sure to listen closely. The stories of their life before you and before success fascinating you as you were unsure of when he was gonna talk about her next. He didn‘t like it, it hurt him too much.

Their love had seemed so sweet and everything you strived for to find for yourself and even though they didn’t always have it easy you knew it was meant to be. Like Romeo and Juliet. Your dad had taught you the importance of family from early on. He said there was nothing more important than family and even when he remarried and had another son, he never made you feel like a lesser part of his life. You adored your father for that very reason and had made a promise to yourself to never dissapoint him. That’s why you chose to be in motorsports and that‘s why you hadn’t let any guy near you that you felt like wouldn’t meet your fathers standards. His agreement the most important thing to you. Until someone came into your life that made you question your morals. Made you rethink everything you had been taught. But that’s too far for now. Let’s start from day one, the day you had bumped into a guy on the paddock.

The laugh escaping his lips was something you’d probably remember forever as you rubbed your forehead with the palm of your hand, trying not to blush. You were sure your cheeks were already rosy as you looked into his ocean blue eyes. They were mesmerizing and in combination with the blonde hair. God, you had always had a thing for blonde guys but like your dad had taught you, to be on the lookout for any red flags; your eyes immediately travelled to the logo on his chest. The most important thing; loyalty. The bulls on his shirt making you frown as you took a step back „Sorry.“

With that you were gone as Max watched you leave confused. He hadn’t even seen your whole face yet and had already found interest in your beautiful eyes. But you leaving so abruptly made him wonder, maybe you were in a rush or maybe you had a boyfriend? But he hadn’t even flirted with you yet. Max had shrugged it off, continuing his way down the busy pitlane. And in the upcoming weeks he‘d see you more often. He‘d come to learn who you worked for and it would all make sense to him. The way you‘d avoid his gaze or turn on your feet and go into a different direction as you saw him in the paddock. He was understanding but to a certain degree he felt like it was childish to act like this. Just because you worked for Mercedes, you didn‘t have to act like this.

Maybe it was that, that made you so incredibly interesting to him. The mystery of knowing almost zero to nothing about you. A mission is all he had craved, a plan was set in his bones that he‘d get to know you even if it was against your will. He wasn’t unlikeable after all, everyone on the track got along with him quite decently or let’s say almost everyone. But he wasn’t okay with you not liking him. Your beauty was not lost on him but it wasn’t just that; it was the way you carried yourself, the way you laughed and greeted people who you deemed worthy of your attention.

He had caught a glimpse of it. One day in the paddock. You had approached Charles, who was standing only a few meters away from Max. Max was lost in his own world, waiting for his turn to get interviewed. Charles arms wrapped around the small of your back as you embraced him in a hug. It was more than collegial but less then friends. It seemed like Charles knew you, or at least he was acquainted with you. He was talking to you about something and Max was relieved it looked casual and more like small talk. Wait why was he relieved? That was a little extreme; he didn’t even know you, he didn’t even know your name.

Well, not technically but he had overheard someone on your team calling you Juliet. He felt like it was an odd name for someone so young but lord knows. He decided he‘d just stick with it. In his head you became Juliet. Juliet who he knew nothing about, Juliet who had no instagram, Juliet who seemed to be completely anonymous on and off track. And Juliet, who unfortunately seemed to work for Mercedes. For a moment he wondered if he should just let it go. It was clear that you didn’t want to get to know him, by the way you paid him no attention at all. If Max wasn’t so confident that it was probably just about the fact that you worked for his biggest rival, he would habe been offended for sure.

But he was so sure that after some drinks and in the right setting, he'd eventually get you around and you‘d finally let him hear your beautiful voice again. There was a gala ahead of the Monaco Grand Prix. You had agreed to attend it, after Lewis had begged you to keep him some company. With the way the season had been going for him, he felt like he didn‘t have a lot of friends on track anymore. All of them seemingly friends with Max. Max, what an odd name for someone like him. You were torn between it being the perfect fit for the blonde haired guy or it being extremely far off. It sounded innocent and childlike, two things you were convinced the guy wasn’t.

You didn‘t know much about the dutch guy and you didn’t care to know more. Even though you knew most people adored him, you only cared about your dads opinion. And though your father agreed, Max was a talent in the sport, he found his attitude and demeanor off-putting and cocky. As with everything, you took your dads word for it and avoided the Red Bill driver as well as you could and you had almost succeded. Maybe you would have, if Max hadn‘t been so incredibly determined to get to know you.

The sparkling sensation of the overpriced champagne, melting on your tongue and then slowly running down your throat made you feel somewhat less anxious. You stood in the corner of the room, your satin gold dress fitting you ever so perfectly as it was topped off with a diamond braclet around your wrist. One you‘d have to return after this event. The necklace dangling from your neck, was one of your own. It was rather simple, just a gold heart along with the Letter J. Your dad had gifted it to you and you never ever took it off. The same guy was now standing further away in the big hall, suited up in his tuxedo as he talked to some seemingly very important people.

The look he sent you, the furrow in his eyebrows. You knew he was asking if everything was okay. You shot him a reassuring smile as he continued to endulge in his conversation, Lewis next to him. You weren’t sure why the driver had asked you to tag along. He had been busy talking to different influential people all night. You felt kind of like an outsider here but you were fine with that. You knew you had kind of put this on yourself. The only women your age here were some of the drivers girlfriends but you never really talked to them either. You werent like them after all. Not yet.

You wondered sometimes if they didn’t feel silly, whenever they accompained their partner to these things like some kind of accessories to be dropped off at the bar and picked up again before going home. None of them really knew anything about the sports and you couldn’t blame them for not being interested in talking to the people in this room. Hell, not even you were interested in long boring conversations about financing and campaigning. You weren’t here to do that, and if Lewis hadn’t begged you you would have never attended this event at all.

„Is your forehead fine again?“ a voice appeared. The sound of it unsteady but somehow still confident; cocky some may say. You turn your head to the right, looking at Mercedes nemesis. His ash blonde hair styled to perfection as his tuxedo was for sure tailored; he sort of looked like James Bond like this. It made you want to giggle but you figured that would have been rude. Not that you cared about what he thought of you.

„My forehead?“ you ask him.

Max chuckles shaking his head as he takes a sip of his water. He had opted for no alcohol tonight, which might have seemed odd to anybody else. This event almost seemed unbearable to any normal human being but Max was sort of used to it. Plus he had to race in a couple of days and he found that he could use the other drivers waisting their day to recover tomorrow to his advantage.

„Yes when you bumped into me you hurt your forehead.“ Max explained in sincere hope you‘d remember. You furrowed your eyebrows, avoiding his gaze. Fuck, you didn’t remember. Max cursed himself for being embarrassing; how silly to think you‘d remember it.

„That was so long ago though.“ you chuckled, running your fingers through your hair. Max sighed in relief, you did remember. He wasn’t so forgettable after all. He only needed that validation to gain his confidence back as he quite obviously looked you up and down, only standing about half a meter away from where you were leaning against the edge of a wall, behind you a big hall that led into all sort of different directions. You cleared your throat, feeling the dutch guys eyes travel you up and down. It wasn’t that you felt insecure but no one had ever checked you out this bluntly; cocky.

Why did this make you nervous? You felt like the voices in the room went silent as the jazz music playing in the background disappeared with them. Your lungs were running out of air but you couldn’t gasp for it. Max eyes fell on your face, your lips slightly parted. Did he notice you were about to pass out? The dutch guy took a step closer to you as you held your breath, what was he doing? There were so many cameras and people here.

„Juliet.“ Lewis, your savior appeared next to you. You finally could breath again as Max took a step back allowing Lewis to approach you. Lewis eyes shortly fell on Max as he looked at you with the same look your father always looked at you with; Are you okay?

You nodded, sending Lewis a reassuring smile. Max hadn’t done anything wrong, he was just trying to be nice right? After all you looked quite pathetic alone in the corner of the giant hall.

„Toto wants you to go home.“ Lewis pressed his lips together, completely ignoring Maxs presence. The dutch guy studying what was just happening in front of him. The way you relaxed in Lewis presence, you two were for sure close; but not in a romantic way. More like a big brother and a little sister? Max for sure hoped so. He didn’t understand why though, his obsession scaring even himself somehow.

But before he could even comprehend anything else he watched your smile turn into a frown. You nodded your head, much to his dislike. He didn’t want you to go home. Why did Toto even get to tell you what to do?

„I‘ll get a cab then.“ you nodded.

Lewis furrowing his eyebrows and shaking his head „No I‘ll get you home.“

„No Lewis, you should stay.“ you put on a reassuring smile, hoping it be enough to convince the older guy. Before wrapping your arms around his shoulder, embracing him in a short lived hug. A small kiss planted against his cheek before whispering in his ear „Have some fun.“

Max watched as your eyes fell on him one last time, ever so swiftly before sending him a quick smile. It was probably just your manners, being raised right but it meant much more than just a gesture to the blonde guy. He watched you turn on your heel, heading down the empty hallway and into the dark. His body filling with regret, he still knew nothing about you. Well, except your name; Juliet.

„Who is she?“ it sounded innocent, naive. Like Max forgot who he was talking to for a second. Lewis looked at the dutch guy, squinting his eyes. He shook his head as if he was trying to tell Max; not this one. No this one was way too special. But that wasn’t Max's intention; he wasn’t looking for a quick fix. He really wanted to get to know you. Every interaction seemingly leaving him knowing less than he thought.

He paced up and down a little standing in the corner where you had stood, the glass in his hand now empty. Staring at the bottom of it. It was empty. Sort of like his heart. God, why did he have to get sentimental now? He could feel his fathers eyes on him. The man standing next to his team principle, mustering his son with the stern look he had always on. Max had to resist the urge to roll his eyes, feeling like a five year old watched by his father. Monitored. That’s when it struck him, it had only been about five minutes since you left. Taking his chance, he turned around and hurried down the hallways. Running all the way down the stairs, people passing him left wondering why the one and only Max Verstappen was running down a staircase.

Outside, cars where lining up. The staircase packed with men and women dressed in fancy attire. Everyone stopping for the cameras hoping their picture would be printed in a monegasque tabloid which only consisted of gossip as far as you were concerned. You awaited your turn, knowing it probably take a while as this was one of the busiest week all year in Monaco. Your phone rang, so you pulled it out your bag. Seeing the name on your screen you sighed; you weren't in the mood to talk right now. He was probably just wondering why you left early. A slight breeze blowed through your hair and just as you wanted to sit down onto the cold pavement of the stairs a voice appeared behind you again.

„Don't you need to get that?“ Max spoke, his hand buried in the pockets of his pants ad he stood above you just about three steps away. You turned around looking up at the guy, confused by the sight of the most popular guy in the sports seemingly leaving the gala early. Or had he just followed you out here? However you shook your head, declining the ingoing call. You didn't even know what made you do it.

"You never told me your name."

„You never asked.“ you smiled back, feeling stupidly charmed by the thought of him having actually followed you here. Max smiled, feeling satisfied seeing you seemingly didn’t just hate him with all your guts. The dutch guy opened his mouth but before he could say anything, you interrupted him by jumping up the steps till you were literally almost chest to chest. You took your hand and held it over his mouth as Max furrowed his eyebrows and looked at you with wide eyes.

„Don’t ask. You only get to ask me three things.“ you whispered and Max seemed taken a back by your little game. You removed your hand from his face, allowing him to speek to see he was actually smiling.

„Why?“

„Is that your first question?“

„Oh, wait no!“ Max whisper yelled and it made you chuckle. This was very amusing to say the least. And you knew that your dad wouldn’t agree with this, but what was the harm in a little innocent game between two strangers, who by the break of dawn would never talk to one another again.

„Okay.“ Max took a deep breath, looking around the parking lot. If he only got to ask you three questions he knew he had to choose them wisely.

„I’ll give you this one; three questions. One night. That’s all we've got.“

Max wanted so badly to ask you why. To ask why only three questions. Why only one night? But for now he‘d just accept the fact that you offered to spend time with him. So without another word he held out his hand to you. He wasn’t afraid you‘d reject it anymore and he was proven right when you grabbed it. Raising your eyebrows, as if you were trying to ask him what he was planning to do. Max led you up the stairs again and then with a shrug, he looked back at you „If we only have one night I need to show you this.“

As you walked out onto the roof of the buildingi you almost couldn’t believe your eyes. Max had bribed some security guard into letting you two up here as it wasn’t actually permitted. You wondered how he knew this? Did he bring a lot of girls up here? You looked up at the sky, stars filling the night sky as you could feel Max follow closely behind you. The sound of the church bells ringing; midnight.

„I come out here when I need to clear my head.“ Max stated. You were surprised by his sudden openness, as you held onto the railing, that was made of thick marble. From up here you could see Monaco in all it’s glory, the promenade filled with people, the lights of the boats, the beautiful ocean. You loved it here, having grown up here most of your life.

„It’s beautiful.“ you muttered, smiling at him as he leaned against the railing next to you. Only his eyes weren’t set on the view. They were resting on you steadily. You blushed, readjusting your hair; so he wouldn’t see it. Max chuckled bringing up his hand to your face and tugging the piece of hair behind your ear again and as his fingers ever so slightly touched the skin of your ear, you held your breath „Don’t do that. You’re too beautiful to hide it.“

You chuckle, shaking your head „You’re bluntly straightforward aren’t you Verstappen.“

„Yeah, well I figured if we only have one night I might as well speak what's on my mind.“

As if he didn’t already do that. You liked it though, having always had a hard time committing to your feelings. To be honest about them.

„Okay. First question.“ Max now spoke, looking straight at you. You turned your body towards him, intrigued by what he might ask. The words that escaped his mouth surprised you „Have you ever been in love?“

You cleared you throat, almost embarrassed by your own game. Thinking back to all the times you had loved and lost people. Sure you had been in love before right? No name came to your mind though.

„It depends on how you perceive the word love.“ you shrugged, acting like you had this all under control „I have been in love with a lot of things; friends, family and even food. Even with places-"

You pointed at the view. Max understood then; you had grown up here. He looked at your face, the look behind your eyes one of insecurity. Where you not content with your answer? Max thought it was beautiful. He hadn’t ever heard someone connecting being in love to a place. It was unique but then again everything about you was different.

„Okay your turn.“ the dutch driver spoke, in order to make you stop questioning yourself. He walked backwards before dropping into one of the chairs that was placed on the roof. It looked like some of the staff sometimes hid up here to smoke a cigarette or something. The roof was abandoned otherwise overgrown with weeds: you loved that. It gave it an eerie look, like something out of a movie.

You plopped down on the chair facing Max, crossing your legs as you mustered him. You were intrigued, so many questions wandering your head. What was behind this happy exterior?

„Why do you race?“

Max put on a smile, he looked almost sad though. It looked like he thought about it for a second before pressing his lips together „I used to do it for my dad but now I probably just wanna prove to him that I can actually win this championship. Do what he couldn't do.“

„So you’re still doing it for him in a way.“

Max swallowed. He knew there was some truth behind your words.

„Not only. I also truly couldn‘t live without it.“ he stated and it sounded almost defensive. You shot him a smile, signaling you weren't trying to be rude. There was a moment of silence, the cars honking the only sound you could hear from up here. You looked up, the night sky clear showing off its thousands of stars; glistening up there like glitter. Max knew he had to be honest tonight, there was no time to waist. And as he watched you sit back in your chair looking up the sky with your hair falling over your shoulder he couldn't help himself.

„Okay, brutal honesty coming."

You perked your head up, looking at the guy merely a meter away from you. Max staring straight at you. He grabbed a hold of your chair before pulling you closer to him, with one swift motion. You had to resist the urge to yelp as it caught you by total surprise but you liked it. Max somehow was unpredictable and it was totally not the impression you had had of him. With his face now only inches away from you he leaned over, you could see the clearness in his eyes. The slight stubble on his face and his perfectly placed hair and god, he smelled good. The kind of smell, you would want to breath in in your final moments.

„Brutal Honesty?“ you asked.

„I really wanna kiss you.“

You didn't need nothing else. Your hand wrapping around his neck as you connected your lips. For a moment forgetting all about your worries and why this wasn’t the best idea. Maxs hand finding its way into your hair as his lips move against yours. His tongue slides against your bottom lip as if he was asking for entrance. It only takes you parting your lips for him to slide his tounge in fully. You hold your breath, whimper even as his hands begin to roam your body. Max had imagined kissing you a couple of times ever since he had laid eyes on you for the first time. It might sound silly and like he was a hopeless romantic and he would never have described himself as one but it was just something about you. He couldn’t quite put a name on it yet.

„Second question.“ he pulled away from you breathlessly. You giggled, pressing together your swollen lips „Already?“

„Would you like to come back to my place?“

Huge trees were placed on both sides of the road as you leaned your tiny frame out the window of the car that drove down the road like smooth butter. Maxs hand placed firmly on the bare skin of your thigh as his other held the steering wheel effortlessly. There was something about him im his element, although you knew that his attention was now mostly on you. His glances and smiles not going unnoticed on you as you could see the big house appear at the end of the road. A gate in front of it. This was a mansion. It was huge, in fact it looked like a full on palace. You had been in your share of fancy houses over the course of your live but never had you ever known someone to live like this. Just outside Monte Carlo. It was a dream. For a moment you actually pictured a live there. You‘d do so much with the place. The ideas running endlessly through you mind.

Then you remembered your dad. No, you shouldn’t think about him. All your live you had done everything he wanted. Done as he pleased. And it wasn’t that you didn’t like him anymore or that he had done something to upset you. In fact you didnt know why you had gone with Max. It was just something about him. Something about that night. It all just felt so right. But you knew that no one could ever find out about it.

Max parked his car right before the entry, ambient light glistening on the big patio with a huge pool in the middle. You gasped stepping out the car, looking around the place as you held on to your clutch „You must be filthy rich.“

Max chuckled, shaking his head as he stepped out beside you „Looks like my honesty is rubbing off on you.“

He was right, it wasn’t actually well mannered to talk about someones money. You had been around people with money all your life, it didn’t have that much meaning to you. But you were also aware of the fact some people hadn’t had that much fortune in life. That’s why you had chosen a rather private life; no public social media. You were completely anonymous in this world of glamour and you wouldn't ever wanna change that. Maybe thats why you kept away from people like Max.

„What about you? Who are you?“

„That‘s two questions.“ you looked back. Maxs face only lit up by the moon. He gives you a weak smile „You only have one left.“

The dutch guy chuckles shaking his head before licking his lips „You‘re gonna be the death of me woman.“

„Ouch. That‘s sounds derogatory.“ you joked, clutching your heart as if you had just been stabbed. But the feeling in your heart wasn‘t one of pain. You were afraid it was more one of comfort and peace. You felt safe here. Safe with Max. The guy shook his head once again before stepping towards you, his hands grabbing you by your waist. Firmly the held onto you ad he pulled you in towards his. His body against you, faces only inches apart.

„I wouldn‘t ever do that.“ he whispered, and you could swear you could feel his heartbeat „I wouldn‘t ever put you down.“

„I know.“ you nodded. His on hand travelled to the back of your neck as he pressed his lips against yours once again. It wasn’t as eager as the first time on the roof. But still it was senough to make your stomach go crazy. You moved your lips against Maxs, swearing that the taste of them would be imprinted in your mind forever. Your thoughts began wandering, you only had two questions left and you wanted to make sure that they were good ones. Your hand found it's way into his hair as you slightly tugged on it. Max chuckled against your lips.

„Let‘s get inside.“

Max studied you. The way you wandered around his dark halls, mustering the paintings and all the details. You hadn‘t taken Max for this kind of guy. You thought his house would have been modern and cold. But it was everything but that. The golden details against the gorgeous walls only being topped of by huge chandeliers hanging down from everywhere. It looked like something straight out a fairytale. This is just how you had always imagines Romeos house. But enough with that story as we all know how it ends.

„Do you live alone?“

The question may seem bland. But you wondered, didn‘t it ever get lonely in this big place? Although it was so beautiful, gorgeous even you couldn‘t picture spending your nights here alone. But Max was a handsome successful young man, he probably hardly ever was alone.

„Yes.“ he nodded, looking around the place as he followed you quietly. Like he didnt want to interrupt you connecting to the place. He always felt like it was special, even almost magical how people connected to this house. And he hoped that you‘d feel it too. He certainly could feel it with your presence here. It sounds silly but to Max it kind of felt like the house liked you „Well, mostly anyways. I of course have my family, dad mostly, that spends time here. And with my schedule, I hardly get to stay here for a long period of time.“

„That’s a pity. It‘s beautiful.“ you stated stopping in your tracks as a huge marble staircase unfolded in front of you. You looked back at Max, raising your eyebrow. he nodded allowing you to get up there. At the end of the staircase there was this huge wall, displaying all of Maxs medals and prices. There where also pictures of Max, over the course of his life. You silently looked through them. It was like his whole life was splattered on this one wall. But you just felt like there was something missing. The shiny and gold didn‘t fool you. There was so much more to that blonde boy on the picture, with his fathers arm around him. The expression on his face confusing as it looked like he was smiling but the smile didn‘t reach his eyes. You traced the picture with your finger before muttering under your breath „Don‘t waste your love on somebody, who doesn‘t value it.“

„What?“

„Nothing.“ you shook your head. You shouldn‘t say anything. You turned around putting on a smile, trying to distract drom the fact you had just gotten a little to personal. Your dad used to say that to you. It was of course his favorite quote from Romeo and Juliet and you had lived by it. But you felt like it applied to everyone. Even your fathers enemies had their share of hardships and heartache. The nature of his fathers character being publicly known. How could he have treated this little boy with so little love or care? You'd never understand, coming from a loving family yourself.

„Okay.“ Max chuckled shrugging his shoulders.

„Okay.“

The pressure against the bare skin on your back drove you crazy as you felt the stone cold wall press against you. Max hands all over you as he attacked the skin on your neck with kisses. You threw your head to the side, your hair feeling greasy already. The waves of emotion you had went through tonight caused you to sweat like crazy. You were basically glistened and glazed but Max didn't seem to care much. No in fact he was eagerly undoing his white button up, as he had already dropped his blazer sonwhere. You helped him, fidgeting with the material of his shirt.

You felt nervous knowing what was about to happen, you hadn’t ever considered yourself good at it and other than that you only had a handful of experience. But Max clearly knew what he was doing. This came easy to him and you envied that somehow. If only knew that in Maxs mind everything about you was perfect in this very moment. He didn’t care about how experienced you were or even what underwear you were wearing. This was about so much more than that to him. If only you knew.

„Max.“ you whimpered, as his hands started oppening the back zipper of your dress. His lips connecting to yours again as he swiftly pressed a kiss against it. He pulled away looking into your eyes with concern. Why did he care this goddamn much?

„Tell me.“ he spoke, his hand caressing your cheek.

„I don’t know:“ you shrugged, shaking your head „I’m just not that good at this.“

„What are you saying?“ Max furrowed his eyebrows. He almost wanted to laugh at how ridiculous you were being but he was scared it might come off as rude or insensitive.

Instead he shook his head before whispering „Don’t say that. You’re perfect.“

„I’m not.“

„Brutal honesty; shut up.“

You giggled, punching his chest playfully as Max pressed his lips onto yours, so he could silence you. And you knew just then, how hard it would be to leave this one behind.

The sex was great. Really great. Max basically took the lead after you had expressed your concern to him. Laying you down on his bed, your clothes were gone within seconds. You thanked god, that it was relatively dark or you‘d have been having second thoughts about laying there completely naked. The moonlight hit your face, as Max hovered above you putting on a condom. You watched him do so propped up on your arms: It was sort of hot, watching him eagerly rip open the package. He then hovered above you again, his lips finding yours once again.

He gave you a little time to adjust to him after he entered inside you. And then his pace was steady. It was silent in the room the only sound, the sounds of your moans and bodys moving against eachother. Your legs wrapped around Max as you tried to not reach your high to early. but it seemed almost impossible, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge. And when Max‘s lips connected with yours again after whispering „You‘re addicting.“

His movements got faster. You bit the skin on his shoulder resisting the urge to scream as he want deeper and deeper with each of his movements. It was all you needed. The sweet sensation came over you and it didn’t take much longer for Max, just a couple of pushes and he was there as well. A deep groan escaping his lips, somehow so masculine but also so vulnerable. Not that those two couldn’t go hand in hand but Max seemed incredibly confident to show it to you.

He collapsed above you, resting inside you for a little while longer. Both catching your breath. And then ever so wholesome he placed a kiss on top of your lips before whispering „Thank you.“

Had he just thanked you for having sex with him?

„Max.“ you mumbled, as he held your body close to his.Laying between his sheets just waiting for the morning to come, talking about life and death. Whether or not you believed in an afterlife. Everything important you'd talk about in a relationship, just in one night. It was tragically ironic; how similar you an Max seemed to be. Considering that the sun would rise soon and you‘d never ever speak to him again. You just wished it could have lasted a little longer.

„What?“

„You still have a question left.“

„You first.“

You chuckled, thinking about it for a second. There wasn’t one question that would satisfy you. You knew that. You knew you wanted to know much more about Max. Why had you done this to yourself? You should have listened to your dad.

„Will you ever tell anyone about this?“

Max swallowed, you didn’t trust him? He hadn’t done anything weong had he. He pulled your body closer to his, noticing you tense up. It was all done on purpose by you. The sudden cold demeanor. You wanted to somehow make this easier on both of you.

„No of course not.“

„Okay. That's good."

Silence fell over the the two of you again. Max was hurt. Hurt about your sudden distance. Had he been wrong about you? Whatever had just happened? Your emotion switching not going unnoticed to him. Little did he know that a tear was dropping down onto his pillow and it was you who was just as hurt. Hurt by your own actions and hurt that you‘d have to leave this house, this place, this man in less than an hour.

The sun rose, slowly. You could hear Maxs steady breaths beside you and thanked god he had fallen asleep. That would make all of this a little less gruesome. In absolute silence you untangled yourself from his grasp. Collected your things along with his shirt, as it was probably rather fresh outside. And then you walked out the bedroom door. Down the halls of the huge place, not being able to look left or right. The only place you put in a short stop was in front of the wall. Looking at the picture of the little boy once again.

„Don’t waste your love on someone, who doesn’t value it Max.“

The weekend came around. Max was strutting the paddock after qualifying, giving interviews to reporters as his mood was rather down. Even after the good qualifying, he just couldn’t stop thinking about you. Ever since he had woken up without you in his bed that morning. He had hoped you would have at least told him goodbye. He knew he would see you again but he was sure you would not pay him attention. After all you had been stone cold clear; one night. And he had promised you, to stay true to the deal.

„Good drive mate.“ Charles approached Max, who was leaning against the wall watching the other drivers give interviews. Max smiled, patting Charles on the back. Knowing it meant a lot to the Ferrari driver that he had gotten pole in his home race. Unaware of how unlucky his race would turn out to be.

„You too.“ Max nodded, drinking from the straw from his bottle.

Charles continued to talk to Carlos, who had also approached the two guys as Max's mind began to wander once again.

The conversations he had with you. The way you had listened to him all night. How you had told him your dream was to live in a place like his house. And how he promised you, he'd buy you one one day. Your sudden change in demeanor. Your last question. And what you had left behind on his nightstand; a necklace. The letter J on it. He'd probably just drop it off at Mercedes, saying he'd found it on the ground some time. But for now he couldn't get himself to get rid of it. He knew close to nothing about you and yet he knew your soul so well. The necklace was all he had. It was horribly tragic.

„Lewis!“

Max couldn’t believe his ears. He looked to the right, seeing you sprint across the paddock after Lewis. Lewis stopped in his tracks, you handed him some paper with a smile on your face. Dressed in your mercedes attire. Lewis seemed to be happy about whatever was written on the paper but Max couldn’t be less interested in that right now. All he knew was that you were here. You were here. And you didn’t even look at him.

„What‘s the deal with that Juliet girl?“ he tapped Charles shoulder, to get his attention. Charles looked up at Max confused on why the dutch guy had interrupted him and Carlos. He furrowed his brows „Who?“

„You know that Juliet girl. That works for Mercedes.“

Still nothing. Max began to grow worried that Juliet was all in his mind. Was he going crazy?

„The one you sometimes talk to?“

„I don’t know a Juliet Max.“

„Her.“ with frustration Max pointed towards you standing next to Lewis. Charles looked confused for a second before he chuckled seeing who Max was talking about. His eyes falling on the stunning woman he did in fact sometimes talk to, having known her for quite some time himself.

„That’s not Juliet.“ Charles giggled, Maxs stomach dropped. How had he been supposed to know that Juliet wasn’t your actual name. Just how your dad had always called you; your nickname.

“Her name’s Y/n.“

„What?“

„Yeah she‘s Totos daughter. Not many people know he had a daughter some time ago.“ Charles explained and Max felt like the ground had just been pulled out from beneath him. All he had known seemingly a big lie. Well you hadn‘t lied about it, you just had forgotten to mention it. Now Max understood everything. Your secret act. The way Lewis had told you, Toto wanted you to go home. The way you couldn’t be with him. Not because of Mercedes, no because your dad absolutely despised him„Why are you asking anyways?“

Charles looked at Max, somewhat suspicious. The look on Maxs face, was not one Charles could read. Max looked almost startled.

„I wouldn’t think about it though Max.“ the Ferrari driver advised his friend, scared he might actually find you interesting „Her dad's somewhat crazy from what I've heard. Plus I think she basically is dating George. Rumor has it, that‘s how he got his seat for next season.“

Your eyes had fallen onto Max now. Charles next to him. Fuck. He knew.

The look in Max's eyes one of betrayal as he stared right at you. It all went so fast after, Max stomping straight towards you as you could hear your phone ring „George“. Just like the night on the staircase. Only now this time you choose not to ignore it, hoping it hinder Max from actually causing a scene.

„Hey George.“

„Hello love, where are you? I‘m done with Interviews.“

The terror in your eyes grew. Lewis now noticing the dutch guy strutting towards you as he nudged your shoulder a questioning look on his face. Max couldn‘t do this, he had promised you. But that was before you realized; Max had one question left.

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Inappropriate - Lando Norris x Verstappen!Reader

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Warnings: brief smut, sexual references, explicit language, alcohol, mentions of Jos

summary: Max is convinced that his sisters realitionship with Lando is inappropriate. The two of them testing his patience over and over again. But he will soon find out that them being apart isn’t much better. (ft. Pierre Gasly)

Max was in absolute terror. No he wanted to peel his skin off as he tossed and turned in his bed, desperately trying to get it to stop. Even covering his ears with his pillow from time to time, resisting the urge to get up and put and end to this immediately as he knew Kelly would be mad at him if he did so. But this was absolutely inappropriate, no it was disgusting. This was also his house after all. Why did you think it was fine to have sex here? Why did you even have to do it at all? Max cringed at the tought. Even more so because he knew, who was doing you.

The dutch driver had disagreed with his baby sister dating any of his friends from day one, especially not another driver. But along came innocent little Lando, only that he was not so innocent after all. It started kind of secretive, you only telling Max you were going out with someone. Knowing he‘d not be happy with it whatsoever. He had always lectured you about guys and their bad influence. He also never felt like anyone was worthy of you and even if you disagreed, Max felt like he was proved right when you had presented him who exactly you were dating.

„I‘m seeing Lando.“ you told your brother at lunch on the promenade in Monte-Carlo one day. The Red Bull driver, looking up from his menu furrowed his eyebrows. You were fidgeting with your white dress, trying to stay calm as you hoped your brother wouldn’t cause a scene. That was actually part of the reason why you brought him to a public place. You couldn’t exactly see his expression behind his black sunglasses, but you hoped it be a good one. Max's approval was the most important thing to you, even more important than your dads. Having been through everything togehter, you loved your brother with all your heart.

„You’re seeing Lando? Where?“ the dutch driver asked, unsure of what exactly he was hearing. You had to resist the urge to chuckle as you shook your head, was he seriously not getting it? Pressing your lips together you repeated your words „I‘m… I’m seeing him Max.“

Max expression turned stone cold in the matter of seconds, his breathing seemingly louder than normal as he placed down his menu card on the table before muttering under his breath „What?“

You could tell this wasn’t gonna be good but you had to get through this, having promised Lando you’d talk to Max after he wanted to literally do it on his own. Wanting to safe your boyfriend from getting killed you said you‘d take the matter in your own hands and arranged that lunch with your brother. And poor Max had attended it completely oblivious, not at all ready of what was to come.

„Lando. I‘m dat-" you started but where interrupted rather quickly.

„No I understood!“ Max stated rather harshly, taking of his sunglasses and looking around to see if someone was staring. You bit the inside of your mouth seeing his furious expression as Max hissed „You‘re absolutely not gonna see him!“

„I already did-"

„He‘s literally a man whore Y/n!“ Max said his voice extremely squeaky as you sighed. You knew Landos reputation but quite frankly you didn’t care, he was different with you „He hits once and then he drops you.“

You cringed, disgusted with your brothers statement, so naively you blurted out „No he didn’t!“

Max felt like throwing up, hearing you talk in past tense. You were his sister and the thought of you with Lando was enough to make him want to literally scream. So from the get-go, the driver did not agree with the relationship. Whenever he‘d see Lando and you he‘d walk the other way which was hard, considering you travelled everywhere with Max, working as an intern at Red Bull racing. Even your dad agreed with the relationship more than Max but you didn’t ever want his validation anyway. It was Max, who you cared about.

Word spreaded quick and soon enough everyone knew about your relationship with Lando. And you didn’t really care, happy you could finally be together in public without hiding.

„Baby!“ you squealed, jumping up and down as Lando stepped down the car. The cheers from around you ringing in your ears. The Mclaren driver immediately approached you taking off his helmet as his team cheered him on. You pulled of his revealing his messy curly hair and big smile. Throwing your arms around his neck as Lando smashed his lips onto yours.

„Congrats!“ you mumbled against his lips, people around you snapping photos of the celebratory kiss. Lando had just gotten P3 in Imola and everyone was happy for him. Well, everyone expect Max. He stepped out his own car, expecting you there at the front line with Kelly and his dad, like you always had been.

„Good job!“ Kelly cheered on Max, hugging him as he ran his hand through his sweaty hair. Looking around, hoping to find you with the team.

„Where’s Y/n?“Max yelled, trying to be louder than the people and music. Kelly eyes travelled somewhere behind him before shooting Max a weak smile. Max turned around, checking what his girlfriend had just seen and when he saw what it was, he wished he never had. His own sister, arms wrapped around Landos neck literally making out in front of everyone, celebrating the younger guys win.

„Is she serious!“ Max hissed looking at Kelly and his dad to see if they saw how inappropriate this was. You were a Verstappen after all but Jos just shrugged, patting his sons shoulder while Kelly had a little more helpful advice to offer „They’re young and in love Max.“

Even though Max understood the being young part, he strongly disagreed with the being in love. You weren't in love, especially not with Lando Norris. The guy literally had the maturity of a twelve year old and god was it testing Max's patience. Fast forward to Miami, the Red Bull driver was super happy to spend time with his family ahead of the race. When going out out for dinner, to which he had invited you his mood would change once again as he saw you enter the restaurant with the Mclaren driver attached to your hip.

„Oh I‘m getting the death stare again.“ Lando whispered as you two walked through the restaurant, passing a couple of familiar faces. You sighed looking at you boyfriend, his curly hair placed ever so perfectly as his white button up revealed his tanned chest. You knew even though Lando was acting like he wasnt bothered, somewhere in his heart it did bother him that Max seemed to dislike him so strongly now. Having always considered the dutch guy as a friend up until dating you. But Daniel, who knew Max quite well, had told Lando that it was understandable for the Red bull driver to act like this. He had went for the one thing that was so clearly off limits. Everybody knew how protective Max was over you and it had worked. Well, until Lando came along.

„It‘s gonna be fine baby.“ you whispered back, placing a soft kiss on his cheek which caused him to smile. Approaching the table where your family was sat along with everyone's partners. You greeted them all with a smile and a wave, giving Kelly a hug as you hadn‘t seen her in a while, having spent all your time here with Lando. The woman complimented you backless black dress and gave you a short heads up about your brother.

„Just so you know.“ Kelly whispered as the table of was too busy catching up with Lando. She looked over at Max as your eyes followed hers, the guy sitting there with his hands intwined, resting them on the table as he watched his father talk to Lando unimpressed „He is mad you brought him as he only invited you.“

„Seriously?“ you rolled your eyes sighing as Kelly shrugged her shoulders, sending you an apologetic smile. She knew Max would always always find a reason to dislike Lando, any inconvenience being used to his favor. You took a deep breath in as Kelly sat down next to Max again, her daughter painting on her high chair next to them. Lando pulled out a chair for you, right opposite Max gesturing you to sit down. So you sat down at the end of the table, Lando taking place right next to you.

„Hello Max.“ you put on a unamused smile, dissapointed in his behavior. He hadn’t even said hello to Lando, treating him like thin air. The brit could obviously feel the tension between you and your brother, placing his hand on your exposed thigh in order to calm you. He knew you and Max where actually quite similar, both extremely stubborn in wanting things your way. He loved that you were passionate but found it ironic that it was the very thing you disliked about your brother.

„Hello Y/n.“ Max smile was as fake as it could be as he leaned back on the bench with his arms crossed, still not looking at Lando once. It triggered something inside of you. Why could he not see you where happy? So after two glasses of champagne and a rather awkward first course of your dad asking Lando a million questions, you finally got it. Maybe it was the alcohol that made you think it was a good idea, deciding if Max didn’t wanna look at Lando you‘d just make him do so.

Luckily you were sat at the end of the table, out of your dads view and with your sister husband next to Lando who was to busy on his phone anyways. Landos hand still resting on your thigh awfully high you squirmed your legs a little, hoping the brit would notice. And of course Lando did as he looked at you with furrowed brows. Seeing the look on your face and you chewing on your lip immediately ringing his alarm bells. He cleared his throat trying to overplay your moving around, trapping his hand between your legs.

„No absolutely not Y/n!“ Lando whispered in your ear, awfully aware that Max could look any moment as the family was enrolled in some discussion about Mercedes performance this year. You sighed his face dangerously close to yours as you put on a pout. Your hands travelling under the table as they reached for Landos hand, pushing your dress aside and making him travel higher almost touching you. The brit clenched his jaw, cursing himself that this actually turned him on. Leaning over to you you once again he muttered in your ear „We can’t do this Y/n.“

A smirk in your lips, as you placed his hand over your private area only the material of your underwear between you. Lando took a deep breath in as he saw the look on your face, he was actually fucked and he knew it. He applied a little pressure as you whimpered slightly, now actually fully turned on. Completely having forgotten about your plan as you felt Lando slowly push your underwear aside, thanking god for the white cloth on the table, hiding what was happening. The brit leaned over to you, his voice all raspy as he muttered „This is on you baby. Don’t blame me.“

With that Lando started tracing circles on your clit with his fingers, making you clutch on to your chair with your hands overwhelmed by the sensation. Lando just sat there leaning back in his chair as if nothing was happening, continuing to listen to your fathers rant. You only now noticed Max's eyes on you. The Red bull driver looked at you with furrowed brows and a critical look on his face. Yours and Landos secretive whispering having caught his attention. You bit your lip, trying to resist the urge to make any sound as Lando picked up his pace. He was so very aware of Max's eyes on you but this was your idea, so you had to be punished. Lando ignored his own hard on as he felt your hand digging into his thigh.

Kelly had noticed Max tense up next to her as she looked at what was bothering the guy so much. When her eyes landed on you she seemed confused for a second but then seeing you squirm around, biting your lips and Landos arm seemingly somewhere on your side under the table, she immediately chocked on her water. You silently thanked god for it as it made Max turn towards her worried, making sure she was fine. Giving you the chance to turn towards your own boyfriend and mutter in his ear „Lando stop please.“

Lando had a mischievous smirk placed on his lips as his hand stopped moving. Insteading he ran his fingers through your wet folds stoping right above your entrance. And when you could feel his finger start slipping in you immediately pressed your legs together, causing the brit to chuckle „What baby? I thought you wanted this?“

You shook your head, your face flushed as you pressed you lips together sending Lando a serious look „I know but I can‘t.“

Lando chuckled rolling his eyes, he knew you were serious right now. Placing a soft kiss on your cheek before whispering „I know baby, I‘ll stop for now.“

You sighed relieved he was willing to let this go as he was normally quite serious when it came to punishing you. You‘d probably get it later, which was also kind of exciting. Kelly had finally calmed down as Max eyes fell back on you, overwhelmed with the situation. Seeing the Mclaren driver smirk at you as he whispered something which to Max's understanding was something like „You have to let me go though.“

You opened your legs allowing Lando to take his hand away, as he rearranged your panties. Pulling down your dress as his hand was placed on your thigh once again. Leaning back in his chair, like nothing had happened as you ran your hands through your hair, trying to collect yourself. Looking up to see Max look at you once again with his jaw clenched, looking severely pissed off, you innocently raised your eyebrows acting oblivious.

„That better not have been what it looked like.“

So you see, everybody would understand Max right? No one wanted to see their sister and her boyfriend act like horny teenager 24/7. From making out in front of him, to even hearing you two go at it at night, it was all too much for the dutch driver. And as you were a saint in Max's eyes he soon convinced himself that this was all Landos fault. His bad influence on you clearly evident. The amount of times Max had seen hickeys on your neck became uncountable. But that wasnt even the worst. It seemed like you and Lando had no censor whatsoever no more, which was completely disrespectful in Max's opinion. And then at the Spanish grand prix everything got sort of out of hand.

„Norris how‘s the girlfriend?“ Pierre spoke as he grabbed a water out the fridge of the break room. The guys where doing press today in different groups and of course Max had been thrown in with Lando. Her silently cursed himself, leaning against the wall drinking his Red Bull as he watched Lando sit on the couch surrounded by Charles and Pierre, Daniel still busy wrestling Yuki. The world champion shook his head at the level of immaturity in the room.

„Don’t talk about her Gasly.“ Lando warned Pierre, referencing the time where Pierre had actually tried to hit on you. Pierre was of course super drunk and put in his place by Max rather quickly. Well, he was punched in the face to be completely honest but that’s what he got for throwing himself onto you like that. Pierre chuckled, feeling like it was funny story now. He knew you had forgiven him for it now, you two even joked about it.

„Come on Lando! That was like so long ago!“ Charles laughed, placing himself on the couch next to Lando who was completely unaware of the fact that Max was standing leaning against the wall just a few meters behind them hearing every word they said. If he knew he probably wouldn’t have done and told what was about to come. As Charles wrapped his arm around the younger guy, looking at his phone as Pierre did the same from the other side.

„Oh, is that her?“ Charles wiggled his eyebrows looking at the picture on the phone which you had just sent Lando. The brit chuckled, opening the picture of you in one of his Mclaren shirts. He thought it was innocent, just you showing off how proud you were of him.

„Yes, it’s an inside joke look we have a lot of pictures-" the guy started, blissfully opening up his camera roll in order to show the guys what he meant. But the very first picture that appeared made Landos face drop and he went as pale as a ghost as Charles next to him started laughing like crazy causing everybody to look „Jeez Lando! That’s freaky!“

Pierre covering his mouth shocked, still staring at the screen. Lando couldn’t even react, because next thing he knew Max appeared behind him ripping the phone out his hand. The image engraved in his mind forever of his sister sitting on top of Lando in an orange bra and a Mclaren hat. Landos hand literally around her neck.

Charles laughter immediately stopped as he saw who exactly had just taken Landos phone while Pierre thanked himself for not having commented anything. Having felt first hand what angry Verstappen was like. Max felt nauseous as he turned off the phone, looking at Lando who just looked speechless. Had Max just actually seen that picture of you on top of him half naked? It was clearly evident what was happening in the picture which made everything even worse.

„Max-" Lando started trying to explain that he would have never showed this to anyone on purpose. But Max just shook his head, furious with Lando seemingly treating his sister like some girl he was just fucking.

Daniel had caught wind of the situation, letting go of Yuki as he approached the younger guys on the couch. Seeing Max look like he was about to kill someone, he knew he had to intervene and that was just right timing because just like that Max grabbed Lando by the collar of his Mclaren polo.

„Max dude!“ Daniel yelled, not condoling the violence while Pierre and Charles pushed Max back a little. Daniel using the chance to hold the dutch driver back.

„No he‘s a fucking idiot!“ Max yelled, clearly upset about this. Daniel nodded understanding the dutch guy, immediately recognizing that something inappropriate had been on that phone.

„I understand you're mad but right now‘s not the time man.“ Daniel tried calming his former teammate, while everybody was dead silent. Lando knew he had fucked up now. The chance of Max liking him now neraly zero and that for a valid reason.

„No honestly!“ Max said his voice nearly trembling as he looked at Daniel shaking his head. He held up Landos phone, which was turned off „That‘s my fucking sister!“

With that Max threw the phone towards Lando. The young guy catching it totally taken aback. Max looked at Lando one last time with his arms crossed and his jaw clenched before shaking his head and walking off, leaving the room evidently pissed off. Daniel sighed looking at the three young guys on the couch, especually Lando who he was disappointed in. He understood that Max felt like this was disrespectful.

„Seriously guys?"

When Lando had told you what happened you were furious with him. Not only that he was stupid enough to open it in front of Pierre and Charles but also you freaking brother. Knowing you were never gonna hear the end of this. But surprisingly Max didn't ever mention it to you again. Probably also because you had been mad at Lando the whole week and never had talked about him in front of your brother again. But you still felt like Max would normally be the one to lecture you.

„Y/n?“ Lando approached you when you were standing outside the Alpha Tauri hospitality waiting for Pierre as you had agreed to go to lunch with him. Feeling like talking to an old friend would distract you a little from Lando but here he was again. You looked at your boyfriend through your sunglasses, the sun way to hot on the pavement. Lando also sweating his ass of in his racing suit rearranged his hat „Can we talk?“

„No.“ you crossed your arms, not in the mood to talk to him right now. But Lando didn't give up, he just sighed taking a step towards you. Putting his hands on your waist as he trapped you between himself and the wall a pout on his lips as he saw your still stern expression „Come on baby. You can't seriously still be mad about-"

„Oh, trust me Lando.“ you clenched your jaw looking at your boyfriend and resisting the urge to touch his adorable face „I'm still mad!“

„I didn’t do it on purpose baby!“ Lando whined, throwing his head back his voice extremely high pitched. God, why did he have to be so cute? No! you were still mad at him. He had embarrassed you in front of your friends and your brother.

„No Lando! You should have been more careful. Do you know how embarrassing that is? Especially in front of my friends and my brother-"

„Jesus christ Y/n! It‘s not like Pierre and Charles haven’t seen a naked girl-" Lando hissed but stopped himself, knowing he had just said something incredibly stupid. The expression on the young guys face one of regret. You bit the inside of your lips, swallowing as you felt like you could literally start crying.

„So what I’m just some naked girl to you?“ you whispered, Lando closing his eyes cursing himself for his reckless choice of words. He just wanted you to see that it wasn’t that big a deal and that he didn’t want to do it. Instead he had made everything even worse. The two of you were interrupted by someone clearing their throat next to you as you looked to the right to see Pierre stand there in his white button up and with sunglasses on his head „You ready Y/n?“

You put your own ones down again, not wanting Pierre to see your teary eyes as you unwinded yourself from Landos grasp. Removing his hands from your waist as he grabbed your wrist once again. You looked back at his face, seeing he looked actually upset „Wait…Where are you going?“

„I’m going to lunch with Pierre.“ you stated coldly, knowing that Lando was sensitive when it came to you and Pierre being friends. After he had made clear indications he liked you, any boyfriend wouldn’t like it.

„Really Y/n?“ Lando clenched his jaw, feeling like you were doing this on purpose to hurt him. But you just shrugged, ripping your arm from his hold before turning towards Pierre who looked extremely uncomfortable with what he had just walked into.

„Really Lando.“ you just shrugged walking past Pierre, who pressed his lips together sending Lando an apologetic smile. But Lando wasn't amused as he looked at Pierre with his arms crossed. Disappointed the guy actually would do this. Pierre sighed before walking away backwards „Look mate it’s just lunch.“

Just lunch? The words drove Lando incredibly mad. After a long day of practicing he went back to his place, kicking of his shoes and heading straight to the shower before placing himself on his bed with his hair dripping wet. Turning on his phone to see his wallpaper a picture of you he had taken at the beach in Miami. God he loved your smile so much. Aimlessly scrolling through his instagram, he saw you had posted a series of pictures with the caption "When in Monaco". Mostly just things about your day at work at Red Bull but then the last two slides where the ones that made him wanna throw his phone against the wall. It was a picture of Pierre opposite you at lunch, drinking some orange drink while smiling into the camera and then another one of you at the beach with an Alpha Tauri hat on your head all smiles and giggles and tagged in the picture was none other than the french guy himself.

So much for going out for lunch, Lando thought as he scrolled through your comments. Lando was relieved that people also felt like you and Pierre hanging out was weird, as everyone wondered if you and Lando were fighting. Lando just knew he had to talk to you again but first he‘d need some sleep. The next day would be qualifyings after all.

„Y/n?“ Max knocked on the door of your bedroom, which sou had at his place as you were sat at your makeup table. Getting ready to go out. You looked at your brother, freshly showered standing in the doorway, Kelly behind him eavesdropping. The two of them just had a long discussion on about what was going on between you and Lando. You hadn't talked about the brit or hung out with him in over a week. Which was odd considering you were both in the same town. And your pictures with Gasly made them even more suspicious. Kelly feeling like if you two were fighting was all Max's fault and that he should be there for his sister. Max of course disagreed, telling her he wasn't to blame for the brits immaturity and that you two breaking up would have to come eventually.

„What Max?“ you asked and Max could hear you were upset by the tone of your voice. He walked imto the room as Kelly appeared in the door, seeing Max approach you. The guy put his hand around your shoulder in a comforting manner as he leaned down to her „Is everything okay?“

Kelly thanked the lord Max was seemingly finally doing the right thing she decided to give you some alone time closing the door behind her. You looked at Max, trying to not start crying as you put down your brush. The truth was that you were really not okay. You missed Lando, but you were incredibly dissapionted with what he had said to you.

So you just shook your head „No…“

„Is it Lando?“ Max asked, seemingly serious about his concern for you. You just nodded, wiping the corner of your eyes. It was hard for you to admit that Lando might actually be what Max had told you he was.

„What did he do?“ Max clenched his jaw, clearly mad at the guy that had made his sister cry. This was exactly what he was afraid of from day one. And he had told everyone, Kelly, his father and even you that it eventually end like this but no one listened to him.

„He just said some things.“ you chocked, your brother getting aggravated even more. He caressed your back, kneeling down next to you „What did he say?“

You shook your head wiping your tears, knowing you shouldn’t tell Max. He would get even more mad at Lando and you were scared he might actually hurt him by now. But Max didn’t let go, he raised his eyebrows continuing „Y/n tell me what he said.“

„He- He…“ you stuttered, trying to collect your thoughts as you looked at the floor. Too ashamed to look into Max's eyes „We were talking about that..that picture you know.“

Max swallowed, as he nodded. He of course knew what picture you were talking about.

„He didn’t even care about Charles and Pierre seeing it or how embarrassed I feel.“ you continued, trying to get to the point as it was rather awkward „He just said that it‘s not a big deal because the guys have seen plenty of naked girls. So now I understand that I’m just some naked girl to him.“

Max was furious. He had ranted to Kelly all night long on how shit guys were especially at your age. Kelly had told Max she was sure Lando didn’t mean that and that he should let the two of you sort it out.

Qualifying had been cut short, which you were kind of glad about. Knowing race day would be exhausting as it always was in Monaco. You were waiting for Max outside the Red Bull home, having spent the last 24 hour attached to his hip as he didn’t let you out of sight. Wanting to make sure you were fine at all times.

Max was gonna start P4 and right behind him was Lando, who wasn't doing well at all that day. The only thought on his mind being you and how much he missed you. He knew he should apologize but to mad you had gone out with Pierre. So he decided to keep his distance for now. His heart aching everytime he saw you that day, wanting nothing more than to hold you in his arms.

„Charles.“ Lando caught up to his friend, who was making his way out the paddock ,fans watching from aside. Charles looked at the Mclaren driver, shooting him a smile „Yes. Lando?

„Wanna get dinner together?“ Lando asked, rearranging his backpack as he ingored the yelling from people all around. The Ferrari driver sent Lando an apologetic smile „I would but I kind of...have plans.“

„Plans?“ Lando asked, scrunching his eyebrows. He knew Charles was hiding something from him. He just had no idea what it could be „What plans?“

„Alright don’t be mad though.“ Charles sighed, pursing his lips. The guy had no idea what had happened between Lando and you, but he knew you two were kind of having a crisis. Lando raised his eyebrows as he shook his head, walking alongside the Ferrari Driver „I won’t be mad I promise.“

„Well…“ Charles shrugged his shoulder, still contemplating whether or not to tell Lando about it but then decided it be the right thing „Pierre Invited Charlotte and me to dinner with him and…with Y/n.“

Lando spent all evening refreshing his instagram page, hoping he'd get to see something. He couldn’t handle the thought of you out with another guy on what seemed like a double date. You were still his girlfriend after all. You two hadn’t broken up so this was wrong. Then finally at around 11 pm a fan account posted a picture showing you next to Pierre at some restaurant. You were clearly wearing Pierres jacket unaware of the photo being taken. All smiles and happy. All the people in the comments asking what the hell was going on. Which Lando also started asking himself.

But Lando wasn’t the only confused one. Max couldn’t believe his eyes when he looked out his window that night. Watching Pierre Gasly drop you off, hugging you goodbye a little too long for his liking. The dutch driver actually felt like he was gonna go mad. Where you ever gonna learn? This was F1 biggest man whore. Even Lando was a better fit for you and that was hard for the dutch driver to admit.

When you entered Max's house he just stood there in the dark hallway with his arms crossed, looking like a literal father. You raised your eyebrows wanting to pass him but he stopped you grabbing your shoulder „Wait up missy.“

Oh god did he just actually call you that? You rolled your eyes, the alcohol in your system giving you quite an attitude. You were tired and wanted to sleep. You couldn‘t take Maxs bullshit now.

„What Max?“ you groaned, as Max scrunched his nose and shook his head.

„How much alcohol did you drink?“ he asked, as you looked at him annoyed. Why did it even matter, you were an adult after all. You unwinded yourself from Max's grasp but he still kept blocking your way. He felt like you owed him an explanation after all you had literally cried to him about your bad decisions just twenty four hours ago. Max who normally tried to keep his cool with you just had enough. As it felt like a switch had been flicked in him „You can not seriously go around the paddock and shag every driver that shows you a little attention. You know what that makes you look like. Like a-"

Max stopped himself as he saw the look in your eyes. He knew he had messed up. He didn't want to be the one to hurt you like this. You shook your head pushing past your brother as you made your way to your bedroom, going to sleep that night with a weird feeling.

Race day in Monaco was always special. But you feared you‘d remember this one for all the bad reasons. You now not only had to avoid one guy on the paddock but two. It was hard as you of course were working and Max was also there. But you spent most of your time inside, only walking around if really needed. You cursed yourself internally when Horner told you to get him his favorite salad for lunch. But hey, you were the intern so you had to.

Passing Max on your way out, who was too focused on preparations. Never ever letting his private life affect his racing.

Walking down the paddock, passing all the motor homes when you spotted Pierre. The french guy shooting you a smile as you approached him, embracing you in a friendly hug „Good morning, how are we feeling?“

You smiled, pulling back. Pierre was a great guy and the truth of the matter was that despite what people might have thought you two were really just friends. In fact the french guy had spenr all evening yesterday advicing you on how to work things out with Lando. He could obviously see how much you two loved one another and wanted it to work out for the two of you. He also agreed that Lando would have to apologize though, even if he didn’t mean what he said.

Talking about Lando. The Mclaren driver felt like he was losing his mind. He had almost not been able to sleep last night, every-time he closed his eyes the image of you snd Pierre engraved in his mind.

„I‘m fine thank you.“ you chuckled, and out the corner of your eye you could spot none other than your boyfriend. Leaning against a wall next to Daniel who was chatting with the mechanics. Lando looked rough, not like his usual happy and bubbly self. You didn’t even listen to Pierre anymore to focused on the boy who had stolen your heart. Knowing exactly what he was feeling right now, the crossed arms and the frown he was pulling giving him away. Something took over you right there and then as you abruptly interrupted Pierre, apologizing yourself before walking past him and heading straight towards Lando.

Checking the time on your watch, you saw there was enough time for you to go through with your plan. Lando couldn't believe his eyes when he watched you head straight towards him. To baffled and surprised to say anything you grabbed his upper arm, leaning into his ear and whispered „Don't say anything.“

Lando nodded like a puppy obeying your every word as you took his hand and lead him into the building. Leaving behind Daniel, who chuckled knowingly as the mechanics all shook their head. Young people.

In the backroom of the motor home, where no one usually was. You let the door fall close behind you as you turned around facing Lando. The guy too stunned to speak as he wondered what you were gonna do next. And then as you pushed him against the wall, he almost couldn’t believe it. Your lips crashing on his, your hands wrapping around his neck while Lando moaned into the kiss. He wanted to ask so bad what had changed but was scared to ruin the moment.

„I‘m still mad.“ you mumbled against his lips and Lando responded „Me too.“

„But I know you wouldn’t be able to race this worked up.“ you chuckled, feeling his hard on press against you. It was yours and Landos pre race ritual to give one another some kind of release. But this time it was different. You weren’t really here to help Lando out but little did he know. As you eagerly started pulling down his racing suit, hanging from his hips while he entered his tongue in your mouth, exploring every inch of it. Then with one swift motion your hand was in Landos pants touching him as he felt overwhelmed by the sensation.

„Fuck.“ he muttered, causing you too chuckle. Oh god if he couldn’t handle this, god save him from what was about to come. Pulling away as you looked at Landos puffy lips and messy hair. He was so totally at your ease it was endearing. You continued your plan by getting on your knees in front o the young guy. As he watched your every move with a clenched jaw. Soon enough his underwear was down and his hands buried in your hair ad you took his cock in your hand. Ever so slowly you licked his length before taking him into your mouth and then it was just waiting for the right time.

Lando was a moaning and groaning mess, his grip on your hair strong and firm as he let out a short „Fuck baby.“

As you watched his moans grow louder and his face scrunching up by every secon while you bobbed your head back and forward you almsot felt bad. Bad for what you were about to do. All so swiftly you pulled back, adding a little force so Lando would loosen his hold of your head which he did having no idea what was going on. He watched you confused as you got up, wiping the corner of your mouth „Glad to see that still works. Talk to me when you're ready to apologize.“

And than with that you left the poor guy behind, too shocked to say anything as he now knew he had to take care of his problem alone.

After a rather long day of racing, considering all the red flags you had agreed to go party with everyone. Knowing how fun these afterpartys could get. You were happy with Red Bulls work today and felt like you all deserved to celebrate. So you put on the shortest dress you owned and got ready with Kelly. All the while your brother tried calling Lando. Max had caught wind of you inviting Pierre with you and was not pleased. Even though most drivers where gonna be there, he felt like you going out your way to make sure Gasly was also there wasn’t a good thing. And even though he didn’t like to admit it, he knew the only person that could keep you from making a bad decision was annoying, childish and stupid Lando.

„Listen you little..I need you to talk to my sister.“

You downed what seemed like your 10th shot with Pierre as Charles cheered the two of you on. The party was in full swings and you were having the time of your life. All the while Max was sitting on the lounge with crossed arms, watching Gasly be way too friendly. He couldn’t believe Lando was actually letting this happen. The brit busy getting drunk in some corner with Daniel and a bunch of random women. Lando had gotten here with the plan to talk to you. But god, he was still so mad on how you had left him today that he just couldn’t do it. Plus he was so disappointed in Pierre and Charles that he went to rant to Daniel, who told him to just get drunk and forget.

When Max watched Pierre drag you to the dance floor and you literally grind your ass against the older guy he decided he had seen enough. Ignoring Kellys calls after him he pushed his way through people and headed straight towards Lando, who was sitting in some swinging chair in the corner with a drink in his hand and some random hat on, looking like he had a decent amount of alcohol in his system. Too wasted to even notice the random girls around him all thirsting over him.

„You!“ Max yelled over the music, causing everyone to look at him. Well expect Daniel, who was too busy making out with what looked like his girlfriend. Or maybe it wasn’t but Max couldn’t handle everyones problem right now. Lando looked at Max with wide eyes, clearly clueless in what was going on „You’re even worse than I thought!“

„What?“ Lando whined. his voice extremely high pitched. What had he done now? He had not even touched you! Landos drunken mind tried to come up with what Max's problem could be now „Is this about blow job? Because that was your sister-"

„Eww!“ Max scrunched up his face in disgust, hearing Lando talk about you. Lando soon realizing it probably wasn’t about that „Stop no! This is about you having to apologize to my sister now!“

Lando groaned, throwing up his hands in frustration „What? Why do I Have to-„

„Because Pierre is literally about to make out with her on the dance floor.“

That was it. Landos whole demeanor changed. It was like he had just sobered up within seconds as he jumped out his chair, stumbled over the table and pushed straight past Max showing his drink into his chest while doing so. Throwing his hat off as Max rolled his eyes, yelling after Lando to also apologize for him as he hadn't yet done so himself. He still hated Lando but the guy seemed like the lesser of two evils.

As Lando walked up to the dance floor, he could already spot Charles and Charlotte make out at the bar and just a few meters away from them there you were. Gasly's hands literally roaming your body as you were grinding up against him his face buried in your neck. You honestly didn’t even mean to dance with Pierre like this and he did neither probably. You were both just super drunk and not thinking clearly but then when you swiftly opened your eyes to see a pissed off Lando stand there with crossed arms you thought you might have just started having hallucinations. But opening them again for real and seeing your brother appear behind Lando, his usual disappointed stance you knew you weren't.

„Lando.“ you gasped, almost feeling busted. Nothing had really happened but Pierre still continuing to dance didn’t help make it look better as you stood there frozen in place. Lando clenched his jaw seeing where Pierres hand were wandering. Luckily Charles had caught wind of the situation as he ran over to you. The Ferrari Driver pulled his best friend away from you, dragging the stumbling guy away „Not your girl Pierre!“

Pierre didn't even disobey that's how drunk he was. Lando now took a step towards you a sad look on his face "Okay I apologize baby. I'm sorry for what I said"

"So am I." Max yelled behind Lando making you roll your eyes.

"I accept your apology." you chuckled, causing Lando to smile. The brit leaning in towards you and grabbing your upper arm before whispering "Now don't say anything."

You grinned, knowing he had just quoted you as you followed him past Max. Your brother sighing and shaking his head as you waved him goodbye. Not even ten seconds later he could see Lando press you against the wall and smash his lips onto yours. Max cringed at sloppy sight of it ad he turned around making his way back to Kelly, who sat there with a smirk on her face. With raised eyebrows the dutch guy sat down. Rubbing his knees with his hand as he could hear Kelly chuckle before she placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

„What?“ Max asked, having to resist the urge to smile.

„Nothing.“ Kelly giggled, before looking at you and Lando fully making out „You did the right thing Max. I‘m proud of you.“

„Yeah whatever.“ Max shrugged pretending to not care as he also looked at you Lando. Shaking his head ad he groaned „God he doesn't have to eat her up though?"

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Just an Affair Part 2 - Charles Leclerc x Reader

Part 1

Literally overwhelmed with requests asking for a Part 2. So here you go. Be prepared for some drama.

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Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, cheating, toxic behavior, cursing

summary: Charles and you have made a promise to stay away from one another. But Charles not being able to stop thinking about you and you feeling stuck in your marriage, seem to make things a little more complicated than expected.

The heat on the pavement under the sun was almost unbareable. Charles stood there, a towel wrapped around his neck as sweat was dripping down his forehead. His best friend Pierre standing next to him as they watched their opponents give interviews while doing press in Barcelona. The monégasque guy took a sip of his water, scared he might actually just pass out. Qualifying was extremely tiring and even worse with the heat they had faced today.

„You don‘t look happy for someone who has just gotten pole.“ the french guy stated, staring at his friend through his reflective glasses as they leaned against some wall, that was used as a backdrop for tv interviews. Charles kicked some gravel on the ground, crossing his arms, he hadn’t yet told Pierre what had been lingering on his mind this whole day. And it was probably better not to. He was scared to be judged or even worse that by Pierre uncontrollable urge to gossip, the thing might get out. Everybody knows how that can spiral out of control.

Pierre bit the inside of his mouth, studying Charles silence. He wanted his best friend to trust him, to open up to him, and he knew he was hiding something „Come on Charles. Im your best friend-"

Pierre was interrupted by a deep sigh coming from Charles. He of course couldn’t ever understand the guys frustration and the monégasque guy would have never expected him to do so. But how was he supposed to actually tell him the truth when it was eating him up from the inside? That he had laid eyes on a woman one night, knowing she was married. Proceeded to pursue her, knowing she was married. Made love to her, knowing she was married and then was taken aback that it seemingly had meant nothing to her. That she didn’t even hesitate or defend him in front of her husband, who he had to see all the time.

Lewis cold stares of course didn’t go unnoticed to Charles. But he had followed the British guy's orders and never talked to you again which was made easier by the fact that you had seemingly disappeared from the surface of the world the past two weeks. Charles knew he shouldn’t worry about dou, Lewis had made it clear he‘d kill him for doing anything like it. But he would lie if he said that your sudden vanishing had not only worried your fans but also him. Having normally been quite active on social media, there had been nothing but dead silence from you. Even when Lewis was seemingly living his life, posting about still being in the states and working out and stuff.

And then that day in Barcelona changed everything again. And god, it felt unfair to the Ferrari driver. Just when he was about to finally forget everything that happened and the humiliation and embarassment, you were suddenly there again. When he saw you lean against the entrance of the Mercedes hospitality, wearing a short white dress as your hair flowed in the slight wind. Your sunglasses effortlessly sitting on top of your head as you looked at the floor with your arms crossed, Charles couldn’t help but stare at you, not even making the effort to see if Lewis was around. He just felt a huge relief wash over him. You were alive and you were okay. Nothing else mattered in that moment.

You were lost in your own world, a thousand thoughts running through your mind as you awaited outside the Mercedes hospitality. So badly wanting to not have to do this. But it was time. It was then when you looked up an just about ten meters away from you, leaning against the railing as people passed him stood the young brown haired guy who had been lingering on your mind non stop. The look on his face almost one of relief with a pinch of sadness, breaking your heart. You sighed, shooting him a weak smile as you pressed your lips together. You could see Charles look suddenly change as he turned around to face the track. You weren’t confused for long, because next thing you knew Lewis stood next to you.

„Y/n.“ your husbands voice appeared next to you as you snapped out your daydreaming. Trying to brush off the fact that you had just been staring at Charles you looked up at him, your lips slighly trembling. Lewis smiled a little, scrunching his nose as he didn’t understand your weird behavior at all „Everything alright baby?“

You cleared your throat frantically nodding. Lewis took a step closer, wrapping his arm around your waist as he pulled you in close to him. Cupping you cheek with his free hand as he tried to hold eye contact with you before whispering „We’re fine. Right baby?“

„Yes. of course we’re fine Lewis.“ you smiled, biting your lips deciding you’d have to reassure him some way. Placing your lips on his shortly, not even giving him enough time to really kiss you back. But it was enough to calm your husbands nerves as his demenor softened and he seemed to relax. Lewis and you had spent the past two weeks working things out, or so you called it. In reality Lewis told you he couldn’t stand the sight of you which resulted in you leaving the states eralier than planned. With you in Europe and him still in New York, you agreed to take some time to think about things.

When you had gotten the call from your husband, saying he had thought about it and knew what he wanted you immedately were relieved. Thinking he must be on the same page as you, you two met up in Barcelona two days earlier. But you soon realized, from the moment he greeted you by smashing his lips on yours and eagerly running his hands over your body, that he was not at all where you were. You had been thinking too; things were just too broken in your opinion. They couldn’t be mend. But of course you couldn’t tell that to your husband who was set on making things right.

„I might have done something stupid Pierre.“ Charles mumbled, shaking his head as he remembered what had happened this morning. Seeing you with Lewis like that made Charles feel incredibly naive. He sort of resented you for doing this to him. After all, it always takes two. He just wanted to tell him how fucked up it was for you to leave him like that. He wanted to let out his anger and frustration, seeing you pretend like nothing happened.

„What?“ Pierre now furrowed his eyebrows, turning slightly towards the Ferrari Driver so no one would eavesdrop on them. Seeing Charles with his head hanging low, he nudged his friends shoulder, knowing something was definitely not right. Charles was not normally this down, especially not when racing. It was the thing the guy loved doing the most and even more when he was doing well, which he clearly had. So the french guy couldn’t help but feel bad, whatever Charles had done, it was clearly eating him up from the inside „What happened Charles?“

„I slept with someones wife.“

Pierre raised his eyebrows, surprised by the blunt confession as Charles clenched his jaw, shaking his head before he looked around the busy paddock. Seeing Lewis on the other end, lean against a wall as he talked to some woman. Pierres eyes followed the monégasques one, utterly confused on what had just happened. The British guy obviously noticed the stares on him as he looked straight back at Charles, a cold look on his face. It was then that Pierre realized what exactly was so bad about this.

„Wait.“ he gasped, remembering the rumor he had heard the week before. Apparently, Lewis Hamiltons wife had been seen with another driver in Miami. Pierre had heard this from his own teammate, who guaranteed him that it was a 100% accurate. The french guy knew Y/n only from seeing her, never having dared to approach the woman as Hamilton could be quite extremely possessive. Or so people told him. So when he heard the rumors, he made sure to stay even further away and when he had told Charles about it, the guy did react kind of odd; telling Pierre that he thought it was stupid that people talked about stuff they had no proof of. Pierre had brushed it off but this now left him speechless „You did not actually sleep with Hamilton's wife did you?“

„Shh..“ Charles frantically shushed Pierre, taking his eyes off the seven time world champion that was still throwing daggers at him. And the guilty look on Charles face told Pierre everything he needed to know as he gasped.

„Holy shit Charles!“

Lewis sat on the hotel bed, his head resting against the headboard as he listened to you blow dry your hair in the bathroom. His eyes glued on the tv, watching some stupid show to wind down. He knew he had to get to bed early as the next day was race day and he had to get his sleep. He watched you walk in the room in nothing but your red lace underwear, furrowed his brows as you bent over your suitcase, seemingly looking for something to wear before picking out what looked like a short red dress.

„Really into reds are we?“ he asked, watching you slip into the way too revealing dress in his opinion. You turned around, a confused look on your face. What was he even getting at? Your husband sitting there with his arms crossed as he looked you up and down critically. This was typical Lewis, always passive aggressive. Never just telling you what the problem was, leaving you guessing.

„What?“ you shrugged your shoulders, acting nonchalant as you ran your hand through your hair that was still not completely dry. Crossing your arms, sending Lewis a challenging look „You don’t like it?“

Lewis bit his lip, chuckling a little as he knew you were just covering your insecurity with your cold exterior. It was your motto to fake it till you make it but he had seen it happen enough times now. He looked at your exposed legs, before licking his lips „No, I mean I like it.“

„Then what’s the problem?“ you raised your eyebrows, taking a deep breath. If he had a problem with you going out he should have just said it. You would have probably considered even staying back at the hotel but you were sick of him not just telling you what he felt.

„Who are you going out with again?“ Lewis asked, causing you to sigh. You had told him a million times, it just seemed like he didn’t believe you.

„I’m going with Carmen, George's girlfriend remember?“ you stated, looking him straight into the eyes „You can call him and ask if-“

„No. I believe you.“ Lewis got up from the bed walking over to you as he pressed a soft kiss onto your lips. You were taken a back a little but gave in for a short while as your husband wrapped his arms around you. Lewis pulled you into him before disconnecting your lips looking into your eyes „Just don’t wear red alright?“

Lewis words were still echoing through your ears when you waited for the elevator in the hallway of the hotel Carmen and George stayed at. You had dropped off Carmen there after you had spent the night out in the city, wanting her to get home safely as she had drank quite a bit. Carmen was very nice and you actually enjoyed spending time with her. Until Lewis had sent you a million texts asking where you were and if he should pick you up.

It left you feeling confused, as you had clearly discussed you'd be home at midnight. Deciding you’d just text him you were gonna call a taxi and he should go to sleep you made your way back to the lobby. Your eyes glued to your phone as the doors to the elevator finally opened. Not looking up once you got in, the doors closing behind you. It was when someone cleared their throat that you looked up from your phone only to be met with the face of a certain brown haired guy.

„Charles.“ you whispered, seeing him in only in his bathrobe and wearing swimming trunks under neath. Your heart fluttering, feeling him so close to you after having literally thought about him day and night. The look on his face, causing your heart to ache as Charles put on a weak smile. You wanted to scream, feeling like you wanted to tell him all these thing but knowing you wouldn't even have enough time to do so. The sound of the elevator going down and with every second getting closer to the floor you had to get out at, causing you to sweat as you looked up at the monégasque guy and just asked „What are you doing?“

Charles felt taken aback, feeling like there would have been better things to say. But from the look on your face he could understand that you were probably just overwhelmed. He pressed his lips together, resisting the urge to check you out as he watched you nervously throw your hair over the shoulder „I’m going to the pool.“

As easy as that, the monégasque guy thought. He smiled a little trying to lighten the mood, which resulted in you chuckling a little „At this time?“

Charles couldn’t help but love the sound of it. God, what was he doing? He should remember Pierres words and stay away from you. The french guy had tried to talk some sense into his friend after finding out what had happened but Charles just couldn’t resist. Maybe that’s why he said what he said next „Yes, you wanna join?“

God, he wanted to slap him self across the face. What was he doing? The look on your face made his stomach twist and his face probably turn as red as a tomato. How stupid of him to suggest something like that. After all he had clearly been ordered to stay away from you by both you and your husband.But your next words surprised not only the Ferrari driver but also you „Sure.“

The pool area was completely emptied out as you quietly followed behind Charles, looking around as the blue light coming from the pool lit up the whole room. Charles stopped at some pool chair, throwing his phone and keycard onto it before taking off his bathrobe. You couldn’t help but check him out as he turned around. With wide eyes your eyes met his again; busted.

Charles smirked, understanding what had just happened, having to resist winking at you. Something that came incredibly natural to the guy. Seeing you blush was sort of endearing to him as he scratched the back of his neck, chuckling „So are you coming?“

„Yes. Ehm.“ you thought about how weird it was that you would have to actually get undressed in front of him. You didn’t have a bikini so you would obviously have to go in your underwear but Charles just staring at you with his arms crossed didn’t help make you less uncomfortable. You tried to give him a indicating look but the guy just raised his eyebrows clueless, causing you to sigh „Can you like... not look?“

„Alright.“ Charles couldn’t help but chuckle, seeing how nervous you were. He turned around holding his hands up. You quickly started undressing yourself, first your heels before taking off the black dress you had put on after Lewis pledge, revealing your red underwear „It’s nothing I haven’t seen before though.“

You rolled your eyes, giggling a little as you put your dress on the pool chair next to you. along with your shoes and bag. Standing there with your arms crossed, in nothing but your underwear, you thought about how mad Lewis would be right now. You had promised him to stay away from Charles but somehow you always found yourself back in the Ferrari Drivers presence. It was so easy being with Charles, refreshingly effortless. Even if it just meant going swimming „You can turn around now.“

Charles smirked as he turned around and he was not diasscapointed. He looked you up and down, flashbacks of what he had already done to your body washing over him. How perfect you were, it was a mystery to him. Your red underwear also caught his attention as he chuckled „A real Ferrari fan I see.“

You chuckled, shaking your head before looking at the pool and whispering „Let’s just do what we came here to do. No stupid comments alright?“

With that you strutted to the pool, feeling Charles watch your every move, close behind you. As you set your foot into the water surprised the water wasn’t actually that cold. When you walked down the stairs, holding onto the railing, water coming up further with each step. As it reached your stomach you stopped, trying to adjust to the sensation on the sensitive skin.

That’s when you could feel Charles behind you dangerously close, his skin brushing up against yours as you remembered just how wrong this was. You had promised Lewis for gods sake. Why didn’t you even hesitate?

Charles put his hand on your lower back, feeling you had tensed up. He knew what was going through your mind or should he say who. He understood, this wasn’t as black and white for you as it was for him. But he hadn’t forced you to come down here, it was your own choice that you had made so easily without a second doubt. If you went even this far, it meant more than you would probably admit to yourself. The monégasque guys fingers felt like fire on your skin as you could hear him whisper „Everything alright mon amour?“

The sound of the familiar words were enough for you to let yourself fall into the fresh water, trying to wash off, the feeling in your stomach. Charles watching you swim away, a smirk on his face before he let himself go as well. The water splashing around him, while he followed you. He watched you swim into the middle of the pool, where you couldn’t stand anymore, as you turned around to look at him only a few meters away from you. Some drops of water already covering your face. A smile forming on his lips as he looked you straight in the eyes. You blushed, having always thought his smile was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. In attempt to cover up your perplexity you slowly stopped moving which resulted into you sinking under water.

Hoping the silence under water would talk some sense into you. But it didn’t because when you came up for air, no longer being able to hold your breath Charles was right there. His face dangerously close to yours as you wiped water out your eyes, gasping for air. Charles eyes resting on your parted lips as he took a sharp breath in before looking into your eyes again. It seemed like the young confident guy had turned insecure, normally he wouldn’t have even hesitated to kiss someone in this situation. But you brought out the worst in him and he hated you so much for it. Only what was this hate, if not an equal to love? He shook his head before whispering „I won’t do it.“

You swallowed, cursing internally, knowing exactly what Charles wanted. He wanted you to show him that you wanted this, so you couldn’t blame him. And you understood, you hadn’t treated him very well. But this was all just so goddamn hard. You wanted to get to know Charles you really did but that meant leaving Lewis. And when you’re together with someone for so long, that of course isn’t a decision to make over night.

„Charles.“ you whispered apologetically, a heavy silence lingering in the room. The sound of the pool, suddenly becoming white noise as it seemed like it was just the two of you. Charles sighed, looking gutted to say the least. It was probably that look on his face that made you do what you did next. Your mind seemingly going blank as you wrapped your arms around Charles neck and eagerly smashed your wet lips on his. He was taking aback for a second but he soon gave in, wrapping on arm around you as the other held him afloat. The kiss was rough an somehow sloppy, both too passionate and filled with adrenaline to think straight.

Tugging on his still relatively dry hair, you moaned into the kiss. it drove Charled crazy as he started attacking your neck with kisses. Making sure he was slowly guiding you towards the edge of the pool where he could have a better hold of you. Finally arriving there, both panting messes, he trapped you between him and the wall continuously stimulating the sensitive skin just above collar bone. Probably leaving marks which you’d have to hide later. Water overflowing over the edge of the pool with each of his movements as Charles hand travelled down your body underwater before grabbing your butt as your own arms wrapped around his back. Throwing your head to the side allowing the monégasque guy better access as he chuckled before pulling away. You let out a frustrated sigh before opening your eyes and looking at the guy who had a mischievous smirk on his rosy lips „So needy are we?“

„Charles.“ you groaned, hating when he teased you. Charles took that as his clue to go a step further as he placed his hand your lower stomach before slowly travelling further down all the while keeping eyecontact. As his finger brushed over your sensitive spot, you couldn’t take it any longer wrapping your leg around him in hopes he'd apply more pressure. But Charles just chuckled again. as he saw you bite your lips and felt your fingers dig into his back.

He pressed down on your clit with two of his fingers before whispering „You know we have a rule mon amour.“

You rolled your eyes knowing what he was talking about as he could feel the cold material of it press in his skin. Letting go of your grasp on him you brought your hand in between you before sliding off your wedding band in an annoyed manner. Holding it up before placing it on the floor behind you all the while Charles smile grew into a satisfied one. Looking at him, you tried to resist your own urge to smile „Happy?“

„Happy.“ Charles spoke and without waisting another second he buried two of his fingers inside you. Catching you by surprise as you held on to his shoulder, taking a sharp breath in. Charles moved your underwear aside allowing him to move in an out of you more freely as you pulled him closer to you, reconnecting your lips was long overdue. The sensations going through your body were crazy, having craved feeling like this again for as long as you can remember.

„Charles.“ you squirmed a little, feeling him add a third finger as he pushed them inside you. Curling them up a little so he could hit just all the right places. It made you a panting mess. His pace getting faster as you felt the knot in your stomach grow. The tingling sensation causing your heartrate to raise while your moans got louder with each of his movements. Your lips still connected as his tongue roamed your mouth, the water around you feeling ice cold against your warmed up skin. As Charles felt your high was approaching more and more it turned him own even more his hard erection pressing against your bare leg. He pulled away from you seeing you with your head thrown back and squirming around his fingers as moans left your puffy lips.

„No.“ the monégasque guy disobeyed, abruptly stopping his movements. It took you a second to realize before you felt him pull out of you. Looking at him offended, he raised his eyebrows before chuckling „You really thought I was gonna let you cum without me? Mon amour, you know better by now.“

You gasped a little slapping his chest as you caught your breath again „What the hell Charles!“

Charles laughed, placing a soft kiss on your lips his hands now pulling down your panties just a little further. You helped him by squirming around a little, until they were finally off. Charles sliding them off your leg that was wrapped around his torso as he held them up with a smirk before joking „Talk about wet panties.“

You rolled your eyes, annoyed how even the most stupid things somehow sounded charming when he said it. Maybe it was the accent or the stupid dimples but you had never seen a more charismatic guy in your life. Though you were done with his bullshit now, eagerly pulling down his swimming trunks as his erection pressed against your leg. Seeing he was already rock hard you didnt need much foreplay, guiding his cock towards your entrance. Charles watching you do so with a clenched jaw. He loved when you got dominant, it was the reason he had gotten with you the very first night.

But this was still his game. As you placed him at your entrance he didn’t hesitate and pushed inside you without a warning causing you to yelp a little which gained another chuckle from him. His hand grabbing your chin as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip, not moving inside you at all „I‘m the one that’s making the rules alright mon amour?“

You nodded, seeing his stern expression. Charles looked like he wasn’t satisfied with that as he whispered „I wanna hear words.“

You swallowed, taken aback by his sudden change of demeanor but also finding it to be incredibly thrilling „You make the rules.“

Charles smiled, seemingly proud of himself ad he caressed your cheek. Even when taking the upper lead the guy still wanted to make sure you were comfortable as he started moving inside you a little. Pulling in and out in slow movements as he placed a soft kiss against your lips before mumbling „This is okay right? Just tell me when it’s too much mon amour okay?“

You giggled at his concern, shaking your head as you felt him move awfully slowly „It’s fine Charles. It’s perfect.“

Charles looked relieved and he also took that as his cue to start moving in and out you faster, picking up his pace as you reconnected your lips. Everytime he hit that spot inside you sending frictions through your body as your nails started digging into the skin of his chest. It was everything, the way he smelled, the feeling of his smooth skin, the sounds he made and the way he touched you. It was everything to you. Wishing you could capture this moment and feel like this forever. Was this making love? You had heard about it but it had never felt like this. It sounded cheesy but it was in all honesty the truth. With Lewis it wasn’t bad, it was just sex. This, this was different.

Charles movements started becoming sloppier as the water around you splashed around like crazy. Feeling the back of the pool against your skin as he thrusted in and out of you. His groans becoming louder as your moaning was already out of control. It only took Charles a couple more pushes before you could feel his cock twitch inside you. As he came inside you, still moving slightly and both riding of your high while panting for air. Opening your eyes to look at the guy in front of you, his face slightly wet from the water and his hair sticking out in every direction. His post sex look was just something else.

„That was-" Charles stuttered, opening his eyes all the while still inside you as you smirked. He chuckled slightly before placing one last soft kiss on your lips „You’re incredible mon amour.“

Lewis didn’t even say anything when he heard you get home at two in the morning. Maybe it was because he was half asleep. You tiptoed out the bathroom, having just brushed your teeth and taken off your still soaking wet underwear before putting on a shirt he had left out for you. Lewis always left out a shirt for you to sleep in. It made your stomach twist with guilt seeing it was a fresh one and it hadn’t been there when you left. Too tired for anything else as you got under the sheets next to your husband. You were surprised when you heard him turn around and scooch closer to you before wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into his body. His breathing slow as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, causing your body too stiffen.

„Baby… why is your hair wet?“

The next morning was a whirlwind to say the least. While Lewis had seemingly forgotten about your wet hair and how it was unexplainable he had seen something else that morning that rang his alarm bells. You two got up, planning to get breakfast before heading off to the paddock as it was race day in Barcelona. While you put on your makeup, Lewis brushed his teeth next to you, watching you through the mirror. His eyes fell onto something or better something missing as he furrowed his eyebrows.

You didn’t even catch it at first, too focused on getting on the perfect eyeliner as you could only think about Charles. Your heart fluttered, thinking you were gonna see him again today, already missing his touches. He had even texted you this morning, saying he couldn’t stop thinking about you and he had to see you. It felt good knowing he felt the same as you did. That's when you finally caught wind off your husband, looking at you with furrowed brows through the mirror before spitting out his toothpaste.

What?“ you asked, looking at him confused but also kind of afraid of what was wrong now. You looked yourself up and down before looking at your husband, who was wiping his mouth with a towel rather aggressively. Yoh immediately knew that something had just switched in him.

„Where’s your ring?“he hissed, throwing his towel in the corner of the bathroom as he pointed at your hand. You looked at your hand, eyes wide open as you remembered what had happened. Fuck, did you actually leave it at the pool. Remembering last time that someone found it, it was the reason Lewis even found out about Charles and you. Lewis wasn’t having your silence, sensing it couldn’t mean anything good. Of course there was the fear in his mind that you had done something. Who could blame him? It wasn’t the first time after all. But he just didn’t want to believe it. So instead he settled for your lie, that you had taken it off when showing it to Carmen and forgotten it in her hotelroom. It must be mentioned that it was a diamond ring along with a silver band, worth quite a bit of money. So you could just hope no one would steal it.

You had texted Charles that you needed to talk to him because of an emergency. Worried he texted you to meet him at the hotel, it would be hard to talk at the paddock without anyone noticing. Well nearly impossible. You agreed with Charles saying it would be hard to explain to Lewis but that you would try to meet him there. And just minutes later you gave Lewis a goodbye kiss before getting in your taxi and taking off in the opposite direction, having told your husband you’d go with Carmen and she needed help picking out an outfit. Lewis was glad that you seemingly finally had made a friend but there was something off. His gut feeling was telling him that you weren’t being fully truthful.

Charles looked like a little kid on his first school day when he opened the door to his hotel room. Smiling from ear to ear as he pulled you into his room, immediately pressing his lips onto yours. You chuckled into the kiss before pulling away, remembering why you were here. Staring into the brown haired guys eyes with worry as he raised his eyebrows in confusion, pouting his lips „What happened?“

Charles arm pulled you in tighter as you held up your hand with a sigh. The Ferrari driver looked back and forth between you and the hand scrunching his browes before realization hit him „Oh.“

„Yes. Oh.“ you shook your, head biting your lips as Charles pursed his lips.

„Did Lewis notice?“

„Yes, of course he did.“ you groaned, burying your face in your hands at the mentioning of your husbands name. You had told Charles about the fact you wanted to get to know him last night. You also told him you were planning on getting a divorce but it would the time. He of course understood and told you he'd be there for you, promising you wouldn't even have to sleep together if it made things complicated. He just wanted you to be happy and he knew if you didn't get out your marriage, that would never happen.

Charles took a deep breath before sighing and removing your hands with his, making you look at him as he placed a kiss on your forehead in hopes to cheer you up „It’s fine mon amour. We’ll find it.“

George Russell was confused by the sighting he had made this morning when going for a swim. The diamond glistening at the edge of the pool not to be overseen. Inspecting it, he felt like the piece of jewelry looked familiar. But he couldn't quite place it and feeling like it was probably worth quite a bit of money he decided to just drop it off at the hotel reception. But on his way over there he noticed something that struck him as odd. Engraved on the inside of the silver band in small cursive letter was a date next to a name he knew very well; L.Hamilton.

The British guy was stunned by his discovery, knowing now, this must be your ring. He remembered you had gone out with Carmen the night before and dropped her off around midnight but his girlfriend hadn’t mentioned anything about going for a swim. And Lewis was, unlike a lot of other drivers, not staying at this hotel. Which brought him back to a rumor he had heard going around the past couple of weeks; that Lewis wife was apparently spotted with another driver at a hotel in Miami. Not giving much about gossip, this now still intrigued him. Was it true? Did you really have an affair?

George felt like he had fully formed into Sherlock Holmes, putting the pieces of the puzzle together. If you had dropped of Carmen at around midnight you must have gone to the pool after which you would have needed a keycard for. A keycard you didn’t have because you weren’t staying here?

The guy behind the reception table of course looked at George critically when he was asked to check which key card was used to enter the pool area just past midnight. And although it was probably illegal, the spanish guy told George that there was in fact a single key card that had been used, entering around midnight and leaving just an hour or so later. He gave the Mercedes driver the number, telling him he couldn’t hand out names or he might lose his job.

George thanked him, realizing the information he had recieved was enough for now. With the ring in his hand he went to his room, showered and got changed as Carmen was still fast asleep. George realized he could have asked her first about what he was planning to do. But he realized Y/n was her friend and she would probably be biased. So without wasting another second he left his room and texted his teammate, feeling like it was the right thing to do; I found something you might be interested in. It’s about your wife.

Putting away his phone, he proceeded to roam the halls of the big hotel. And just a floor above his he found it; Room 247. He took a deep breath in, knowing he was about to find out someone he knew, wasn’t who he thought. To his knowledge a lot of drivers were staying here, so it could have literally been anyone. He knocked on the door a couple of times. Feeling like he could hear voices inside and after what felt like an eternity the door was ripped open, revealing a guy, he knew very well, looking as pale as a ghost.

„Charles?“ George gasped, seeing that it was actually his friend standing there. Charles looked startled but that was probably because he knew just a few meters away, hiding in the bathtub was Georges teammates wife and if that wasn’t enough to unsettle him, just one second later the elevator door in the hall opened and out stepped none other than Lewis, looking like he was ready to actually murder someone.

Charles looked at George with wide eyes asking him what the hell he had done, as the Mercedes driver just stared straight ahead. If he had known that it was his friend that gotten himself in this situation he might would have reconsidered telling Lewis what he had told him. And although George didn’t understand what had triggered Lewis into coming here straight away, he knew it must mean something had been brewing for a long time. Little did he know that Lewis had followed Y/n to the hotel as he sat outside waiting. Contemplating wheter or not to trust her. And for a short second he did, he trusted his wife and just when he wanted to take off again, he had gotten a text from George. Putting all sorts of doubts in his head. As he stormed into the hotel, knowing exactly what he had to ask; Charles Leclercs room number. It gutted him hearing that Charles was actually staying here and when he walked out the elevator and could spot George and Charles standing in the doorway anger overtook him.

Meanwhile you were literally laying in a bathtub with your hand covering your mouth as you could hear the scene outside unfold. Clearly hearing your husband voice as George tried to desperately calm hin down.

„Where is she?“ Lewis yelled, resisting the urge to push Charles who was blocking his way. George somewhere between them putting his hand on Lewis shoulder. He knew by now that Lewis must know more than he did, so he‘d probably not mention his findings and add fuel to a already raging fire.

„Calm down Lewis.“ George whispered, not wanting to cause a scene as Charles looked overwhelmed. He knew he wasn’t a good person for sleeping with Lewis wife. But he hadn't imagined feeling this guilty abozt it. Seeing Lewis face and how he genuinely looked upset.

„No! I wanna know where my wife is for god damn sake!“ Lewis cursed looking at George before looking back at the brown haired guy „I told you to stay away from her!“

George ripped his eyes wide open, hearing that Lewis had known about this. It surprised him because if it had been him who found out that Carmen was doing something like this, he would have sure as hell not let it fly by like that.

„I’m sorry.“ is all Charles could say, totally perplexed which pissed off Lewis even more. How could he come of as so innocent when he was clearly shagging someone else's wife. Lewis felt nauseous just at the thought of it, it was even worse knowing it had happened multiple times by now. How could you have done this to him? He had given you everything. You had been together since you were teenagers for god's sake. You were his. His Y/n. Not Charles, no he was just trying to pull you apart.

„I couldn’t care less.“ Lewis spat out taking a step towards the monégasque guy, an intimidating look on his face. The Mercedes driver wasn't normally someone who approved of violence but in that moment he wanted nothing more than to punch Charles straight in the face.

„I know! I know!“ Charles took a step back, scared of what Lewis might do. He wanted to explain himself but didn’t think he could ever put it into the right words. Luckily Charles would never have to because even if he didn’t know that second you walked out the bathroom behind him, tears in your eyes, as you had listened to the interaction from inside. You had to put an end to this. This wasn’t Charles fault. God this wasn’t even Lewis fault. The only person to blame for this was you.

Lewis heart was shattered into a million pieces as he saw you appear behind his opponent. His closed fist hitting the wall, causing everyone to flinch. George behind him just shaking his head, sending Charles a dissapointed look and mumbling something along the lines of „unbelievable“ before reaching his hand in his pocket. He approached Lewis who had his head hanging low, patting his back before handing over the small piece of seemingly meaningless metal to him.

„I found it this morning.“ George sighed, before sending Lewis who was staring at the ring in his hand, one last apologetic look. The younger guy then turned around and left, not being able to handle this uncomfortable situation any longer. He didn’t know the full story, but he knew he felt sorry for his teammate. No one deserves to be treated like that.

„Amour.“ Charles whispered as you stood behind him, looking at how upset you were breaking his heart „Do you really wanna do-"

„I have to Charles.“ you took a deep breath, your voice shaky as you looked into his eyes. Charles nodded, understanding what this probably meant, things wouldn’t be easy. They were gonna be real hard at first. He took a step aside letting you pass as you approached Lewis, who looked like he was about to literally have a breakdown.

„Lewis.“ you whispered but he just shook his head, seeing you with Charles and hearing him call you that felt like a knife was stabbed into his chest and slowly being twisted. Lewis looked at you shaking his head as he whispered „Don’t do this please. Don’t.“

You closed your eyes, grabbing his hand as you put the palm of your free one against his cheek. Looking him into his eyes as a tear rolled down your cheek „I have to. This isn’t fair to you. You deserve better, we deserve better. You know this isn't just because of Charles. It's been a long time coming."

Lewis felt like his heart stopped right there and then as he closed his eyes and bit his lip, stopping it from crying. Opening them up again and looking at the ring in his hand one last time before storing it into his pocket. You knew he had come to acceptance. He looked at you with his lips pressed together as he wiped the tear rolling down your cheek with his thumb „Don’t cry baby."

With that Lewis placed one last kiss on your forehead before turning around and leaving. Leaving you feeling like a hollow shell, your heart aching with each breath, grasping for air. Turning around, seeing Charles looked equally as sad as you did before crashing into his arms. And as he held you closer then ever in that moment he wasn’t being your affair, not your lover. He was just for the time being, your friend. The friend you had desperately needed all these years.

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Just finished reading both your formula 1 fics.

All I can say is WOW.

Storylines and writing where superb. I was actually choked up by the end of your Charles fic.

Thank you so much hun. Don’t know how much this means to me, especially bc english is not my first language and I truly struggle with it. All the love x

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Just an Affair - Charles Leclerc x Reader

Part 2

Masterlist

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, cheating, alcohol, explicit language, toxic behavior

summary: Feeling that your marriage was starting to fall apart you go seek comfort in the arms of a certain Monégasque guy. Knowing just how complicated things could get as your own husband was his literal opponent.

The glass of champagne in your hand was already empty again as you bit the inside of your mouth so hard you were afraid the sensitive flesh was gonna bleed. One arm crossed over your body in an introverted manner while you leaned against the cold marble bar counter behind you. Feeling stupid for having put on your fancy lingerie, stupid for wearing the short black dress that you nearly suffocated in and even more stupid that you had come there despite knowing it wasn’t gonna end well.

You watched as your husband was all smiles and giggles as he chatted with the Formula 1 elite. All of them suited up and with a drink in their hands. The drivers all clearly hated this but it was part of the job. These were the people that brought the money, so it was of course expected for everyone to be nice. When you awaited for the waiter to refill what seemed like your millionth glass of champagne your attention fell to the lounge area, seeing some drivers had accumulated there, most of them with their girlfriend or wife by their side.

It made your stomach twist with embarrassment. Seeing how Max had his arms wrapped around his partner Kelly and how a clearly tired Carlos was resting his head on his girlfriend Isas shoulder. All seemingly living the same life as you but just being better at it. You blushed as you realized your staring hadn’t gone unnoticed, feeling the eyes of a certain brown haired Monégasque linger on you. The young man shooting you a friendly smile as his hands played with the glass in his hand.

It was the week of the Miami grand prix and you hadn’t enjoyed your stay in the states so far. Even if you had just arrived less then twenty four hours ago, it had been very unpleasant to say the least. But maybe it wasn’t the places fault, everything was perfect here after all. Or so it seemed.

„Here you go.“ the bartender handed you another glass of champagne, as you had decided to stick to the sparkling beverage. Knowing how bad things could get if you opted for something stronger or started mixing different alcohols. This was merely to not upset your stomach but also get you drunk enough to forget your worries. You gave the waiter a small nod before mumbling a short thank you as you brought the rim of glass to your lips, your bracelet on your wrist jingling with your every movement. Your eyes travelled through the room again as a sigh left your lips. God, how was it always you that ended up at the bar totally alone?

„Enjoying the bar all by yourself I see.“ you turned your head to the right, checking who had just approached you. But even just the strong french accent had given it away as you stared at the brown haired guy who had a big smile on his lips, ever so perfectly showcasing his dimples. You smiled before taking another sip as you just looked at him watching your every movement „Yes but it’s good champagne at least.“

Charles shook his head, chuckling before turning to the bar and ordering himself a drink. He then hopped up onto the bar chair, causing you to raise your eyebrows. Was he really here to give you company? In a way it was sweet but also incredibly sad as you figured how pathetic you must look. But the Ferrari driver didn’t even give you much time to think about it as he signaled you to sit down as well. You did so, readjusting your short dress a little as you took place on the high bar chair. Charles eyes fell onto your legs while you did so and you could tell he was holding his breath in before brushing it off and asking „Enjoying Miami so far?“

„Mhm.“ you nodded, resting your arms on the counter top „It’s very nice, the place I mean.“

Charles furrowed his brows, the sad tone in your voice obviously didn’t go unnoticed to him. He could feel the eyes of his friends in the lounge on him, all of them wondering what the hell the young guy was trying to do. But he didn’t really care about what people thought. He had always liked you, even just from the few times he had gotten to talk to you. For a long time it was almost impossible to catch you alone, which had of course intimidated him. He wasn’t gonna risk anyone in the paddock having a personal vendetta against him, especially not the guy that called himself your husband. But things had changed lately and it didn’t go unnoticed to the Monégasque guy, that you seemingly spent more time standing in the corner all alone than usual.

„Yes, of course the place is nice.“ Charles chuckled, not really content with your answer „But what about you? Are you enjoying yourself?“

Charles saw as you wanted to say something but then decided against it. He also noticed your head turning around and looking through the room as if you were searching someone. And when you didn’t find him, your whole expression changed. Suddenly the guy found you to be much more relaxed and talkative. You two talked for nearly an hour as the place was starting to empty out. He would never forget the sound of you laughter and the feeling of your hand on his knee when you tried to calm yourself.

„He seriously said that?“ you wiped the corner of your eyes, having cried literal tears from lauging too hard.

„Yes! I swear!“ the young guy laughed, as he watched you closely. The room almost completely empty with only the two of you and people starting to clean up. Only now you noticed how nice this bar was, with the chandeliers and all the details on the walls. Finishing your champagne as you had calmed yourself a little, you ran your hands through your tangled hair.

„I may or not have to go.“ you sighed, looking at the time on your phone „Its past midnight and I’m gonna have to go back to the hotel.“

Charles lips turned into a frown as he noticed your heel playing with his chair. Your naked leg basically intertwined with his. Was this a sign? God the young guy felt scared to do what he did next but he just had to; he nervously placed his hand on your naked thigh as your eyes fell onto him. You held your breath at the sudden touch, almost giving you goosebumps. His hand travelled higher up when he saw you didn’t disobey and finally his fingers played with the hem of your short dress.

„Please don’t go.“ the young guy whispered his fingers now confidently wandering under your dress. You quickly grabbed his wrist stopping his movements as you were already a little flustered. Charles almost looked sad when you did so, thinking you had just rejected him but your next words surprised the guy „Charles, not here.“

The feeling of being pressed against the hard wall behind you was enough to drive you crazy as you remembered the last time you felt this excited with your fingers buried in Charles hair as he eagerly attacked the skin on your neck with kisses. You wrapped you leg around him trying to pull him closer into you. You couldn’t even feel the cold bathroom wall against your back as you felt this incredible rush go through your body. Charles hands roaming your body, before resting on your hips. He pulled away from you, grasping for air as he looked at you with puffy lips and messy hair „Are you sure about this mon amour?“

God how would you even resist at a sight like that. You nodded and next thing you knew Charles guided you to wrap your second leg around him as you jumped up and put your arms around his neck, your face only inches away from his. The young guy carried you over to the bathroom sink before putting you down on the flat marble surface. He placed his lips onto yours softly again before quickly undressing himself from his blazer, dropping it to the ground as he started unzipping your dress while you unbuckled his belt. Much quicker in undressing you let his pants drop down to the floor. As Charles felt your hand on his lower stomach, playing with the the hem of his underwear he stopped in his track „Wait!“

You froze pulling away from him confused, had you done something wrong? Judging from his hard on that couldn’t be the case. Charles grabbed your left hand with out another word. He then held it up, signaling you what his problem was. You raised your eyebrows sending him a challenging look „Just take it off then.“

Charles didn’t need anything else as he tried to take of the silver ring on your finger with his hand. When he realized that didn’t work he quickly put his mouth use. Taking your finger in his mouth before carefully pulling off the ring with his teeth. Was he trying to test you? You knew you where supposed to feel bad about this, guilty even. This was the worst thing anyone could do but somehow it made you feel incredibly; good.

Your ring was placed onto the sink next to you before Charles started roughly pulling up your dress, not even bothering unzipping it anymore as it revealed your black lingerie. The Ferrari driver chuckled shaking his head at the sight of it as you could feel him press against your thigh. You looked down as you felt his thumb press against your lips before he grabbed your chin „You were planing on this, huh?“

Rolling your eyes you shook your head before biting your lips; guys and their ego. You put your hands onto his lower stomach again before now going a step further and pulling them down. Charles now feeling challenged by this and wanting to keep the upper hand, quickly and roughly did the same to you before without hesitation putting his fingers onto your private area. He teased you by running his fingers through your folds, feeling how wet you were, giving him exactly what you wanted „I bet I can make you cum with just my fingers.“

You chuckled shaking your head, as you tried not to go insane at his teasing touches. Your hand now wrapped around his cock without a warning as the guy took a sharp breath in. You smirked before whispering into his ear„I bet I can do it faster.“

He looked down at your hand as he closed his eyes for a second, knowing he was fucked. With how worked up he was he wasn't gonna last long. But Charles was extremely competitive so he of course agreed to the stupid challenge and next thing you knew he entered one of his fingers into you, slowly pumping in and out. One soon turned into two and then into three as his other hand stared rubbing circles against your clit.

„Fuck.“ you whimpered, already at his mercy. Somehow you managed to pump your own hand still wrapped around him up and down, even if it was hard to coordinate. Charles groaned before pressing his lips onto yours, your head pressed against the bathroom mirror. His movements remaining steady.

„Charles.“ you now moaned, feeling his hand against you with each of the pumps. He really knew what he was doing and you couldn’t remember the last time you actually felt like this. It wasn’t like your sex life was dead but once you start to resent someone it’s hard to enjoy the sex part. Did you actually just say you resent your husband? God what was this guy doing to you.

„You’re fucking crazy.“ Charles groaned, feeling the familiar feeling rush through his body. He couldn’t cum before you though so he picked up his pace, making you throw you head back as you were a moaniing mess. A satisfying smirk placed on the young guys face but next thing he knew cum started dripping down his shaft right onto your hand. That was enough to put you over the edge and with your head thrown back and your husband opponents fingers buried inside of you, you reached that sweet high you had been longing for. And Charles did so at the exact same time. Resting his hand on the mirror next to you, as he came all over your thighs. He closed his eyes, catching his breath before wordlessly pulling his fingers out of you.

The brown haired guy pulled up his underwear and pants before grabbing some tissues and starting to clean up your thighs. You were taken aback by the sweet gesture, not used to this kind of affection after sex. But somehow the young guy made sure you were all cleaned up, before pulling up your panties. You watched him with furrowed brows closely as he readjusted your dress, his look so concentrated. When Charles was done he looked up at you, seeing your confused gaze

„What?“ the guy chuckled, not understanding what he had done wrong. But you just shrugged your shoulders shaking your head, not wanting to ruin the moment with your own insecurities. You then hopped down the sink and just when you wanted to unlock the door, the Monégasque guy grabbed your upper arm agins. He turned you around looking down at you before pressing a soft kiss onto your lips again, as his hands brushed down your hair „Now let’s get you home.“

The next morning you woke up with a pounding headache. Memories of what happened the night before flooding your brain. God, what had you done? Seeing your husband had already left for practice you took your time to get ready. The only thought on your mind while showering being a certain brown haired guy. Still wondering what this now meant. But even if it had been wrong, it had felt so good to be wanted and treated with respect.

You were also dreading going to the paddock because when you had gotten back to the hotel late last night your husband wasn’t exactly pleased. Allthough he had already been sleeping when you laid down next to him he hit you with a „We‘ll talk about this tomorrow.“

So with an eery feeling in your stomach you made your way to the Miami gardens. Not wanting him to get more upset with you than he probably already was. You had put on a white two piece and kept hair and makeup fairly simple. Maybe it was your unconsciousness trying to make you look as innocent as possible. But you felt like guilt was written all over your face when you stepped out off your Uber. Using your badge to get past security but most of them already recognizing you.

A couple of teams where already done practicing for the first session on this Friday morning. So passed a couple of familiar faces all of them smiling at you bit not daring to say anything. It had always made you feel like kind of an outsider. Even the drivers girlfriends seemed to have a shared dislike for you, which you just couldn’t understand. But then again it was probably more of an issue with your husband than you. You also walked past the Ferrari home but Charles didn’t seem to be there. It was probably better, after all you shouldn’t think about him. You were here to support your husband.

„Y/n!“ a familiar voice yelled after you, making you cringe internally. You turned around to look at the older guy with the mercedes logo on his his chest.

„Toto!“ you gave him a fake smile as he furrowed his eyebrows, wondering why you had just wanted to pass the mercedes hospitality. You hadn’t wanted to talk to anyone, so you had been heading towards the stands but that was now not gonna happened.

„Tell me, Y/n. What the hell have you done to Lewis?“ Toto chuckled, shaking his head. You couldn’t tell if it was a joke or not but the mention of your husband‘s name alone made you wanna throw up. The gravity of what you had done hitting you.

„What- What do you mean?“ you stuttered, nervously fidgeting with your bag, glad you had choosen to wear sunglasses or else Toto would have probably noticed something was up right away. The Mercedes boss looked at you critically, he had never seen you this uneasy. Normally you had always been calm and relaxed but today there was something else going on.

„The guy's totally out of it today. Yelling at people and driving terribly.“ Toto explained, earning a sigh from you. Lewis could be so moody sometimes it was one of the things you absolutely despised about him. Every little thing you‘d do could cause him to go off like a little child throwing a tantrum. But it had been even worse since he had lost the championship last year, actually that’s when your marriage had started to go downhill. Your husband just was incredibly narcissist and everything was about him all the time. Or at least that’s how you felt.

„Alright.“ you just shrugged your shoulders, actually not really caring wheter or not Lewis was doing well. You had stopped caring about him winning after last year, seeing how incredibly dependent his happiness was on the stupid competition. It was an incredible turn off seeing him do things that weren’t sportsmanship like at all when racing against Max. And the things he had said, even to you, you weren’t ever gonna forget it. It made you hate this goddamn sport so much.

The look on Totos face was one of confusion and also disappointment as he tried to find the right words to say, just now realizing how bad it stood for Lewis and you. But there wasn’t enough time for him to say something because soon enough your husband walked onto the paddock, wearing his race wear and looking absolutely done as he drank his water while people were stood all around him, handing him towels and acting like he was some sort of god. Behind him followed none other than Charles, who hair was sticking down to his forehead as he clearly struggled under the warm Miami sun. Charles looked rather startled, and even when his eyes fell on you his expression didn’t change much.

„Lewis!“ Toto yelled his arms crossed as Lewis caught up to you. He looked at you behind Toto, not acknowledging you much at all „What the hell happened? It’s not even been five minutes!“

Lewis sighed, taking of his headset as he wiped some sweat of his forehead ignoring all the cameras around him. He looked at Toto with a clenched jaw, mad the guy hadn’t been there to communicate with him over the radio when he needed him „Me and Charles touched and I spun before I went into the wall.“

Toto stomped the ground angrily, making you flinch a little. You just hoped Charles was okay and not hurt, knowing how scary crashes could get. But the Mercedes boss was more than mad by now, feeling Lewis was being reckless „This is free practice Lewis! What the fuck are you doing driving so close to one another!“

„It was his fault! He‘s super competitive and drove up on me way to closely, leaving me no space to break!“ Lewis defended himself, making sure that no one heard him. Toto didn’t even really listen to him, he just turned around and gave you one last look as if he was trying to say that this was all your fault before walking off into the motor home. You watched him leave, awkwardly bouncing on your legs as Lewis stood beside you mustering you as he drank out his straw.

„Where were you last night?“ there it was, the question you had been avoiding to hear. You looked at your husband , biting the inside of your mouth. Thoughts traveling through your mind, what if he already knew? What would happen if he found out?

„I stayed at the bar a little longer.“ you shrugged your shoulders crossing your arms. He wasn’t one to talk after all, he had literally just left without you. Not even asking if you wanted to come with him. Lewis looked at you critically, not knowing wheter or not not he believed you. He knew you very well after all or at least he thought he did "It’s not like it really matters Lewis, right? Just focus on racing-"

„Of course it matters to me when my wife gets home in the middle of the night with zero explanation.“ Lewis muttered under his breath taking a step towards you. Great, he was angry again. This could only end well. You clenched your jaw, rolling your eyes, luckily your glasses prevented Lewis from seeing so.

„I just told you why.“ you insisted, staying calm so he wouldn’t flip out. Sometimes it felt like Lewis didn’t even listen to you, like he had his mind and opinions all made up. You shifted on your feet as felt uncomfortable by all the glares on you. Your eyes wandering the paddock as everyone was noisy and wanted to know what the seven time world champion was seemingly so mad about. Your eyes fell on Charles, who was watching you with crossed arms as he sat in front of the Ferrari motor sport home. He looked mad for some reason.

„Why are you looking at everyone but me?“ Lewis now spat out, clearly frustrated with how distant you seemed to be. You shot Lewis a death stare, shaking your head. People were watching and this was incredibly inappropriate.

„Lewis please.“ you sighed but the older guy didn’t listen, instead he just shook his head before angrily walking away. You were left feeling humiliated and embarrassed as you tried to resist the urge to cry. A breakdown in front of these people who had seemingly hated you all along was literally the last thing you needed. So you took up all your courage taking a deep breath in before starting to head towards the exit again.

Charles had watched what seemed like a altercation between Lewis and you while he resisted the urge to go off at some of the Ferrari mechanics who were making fun of it.

„Seems like there‘s trouble in paradise.“ one of the guys in the red suits chuckled, clearly enjoying the sight of their opponent struggling. Charles took a deep breath in as he continued to listen to the disgusting conversation.

„Yes, I always disliked her though.“ the other guy stated, watching you with crossed arms „I mean she has to be out of it if she married that prick.“

„Can you shut up?“ Charles now interrupted the two, not wanting to hear anything else. Earning some confused looks by the mechanics Charles got off his chair. His body still aching a little from his collision with Lewis.

When he saw you take off he contemplated wheter or not to follow you. You looked sad and upset to say the least and he knew he had to be very discreet about it.Pacing up and down as he readjusted his messy hair and when he saw you disappear into the main building he decided it be okay for him to go after you. He excused himself, telling the mechanics he‘d get something to eat and walked off rather quickly. Knowing he‘d have to rush if he still wanted to catch you.

When he made it to the main building he looked around the hallway for any sight of you and to his luck he saw you stand there and lean against the wall. The Ferrari driver did on last check to see if anyone was watching and when he saw it was just the two of you, he approached you. He felt nervous, the confidence he had last night seemingly having disappeared into thin air. Little did Charles know that you felt the exact same way when you saw him. Without alcohol in your system and even slightly hungover it felt weird.

„Y/n.“ the guy mumbled finally caught up with you as you leaned against the blank white walls, next to the empty reception. This building that worked as a back entrance for all working for Formula 1 was empty all over, giving one an eery feeling when walking in the hollow halls. Charles didn’t know what to do with his hand, resorting in him awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

„Charles.“ you shot him a weak smile, sensing he was just as nervous as you. It was really endearing seeing the young guy this worked up, barely getting out words.

„I-I…“ he now stuttered, causing you to raise your eyebrows in order to signal him you wanted to know what he was trying to get across. „Are- Are you okay?“

You knew he was asking because he saw Lewis and you. Or better; Lewis yelling at you. This is exactly what you had always been afraid of, being nothing but a side character in someones life. But how could it be different, of course everything was about Lewis. All about Lewis, all the time.

„I am now.“ you stated, looking into Charles eyes. It still struck you that you hadn’t noticed how beautiful he was till last night. You had of course always thought he was a handsome guy but something was different now. It’s like you could actually see him. Charles could see it in your eyes, the way you looked at him. It made him feel incredible, like he had all the power in the world. So it only came natural that not even a second later he had his hand gripping on your waist as he smashed his lips onto your eagerly. Taken a back at first, you gave in after a couple of seconds. The kiss esger and rough but somehow still passionate, something you weren’t used to.

You whimpered feeling his tongue enter your mouth as his hands roamed your body, making you feel squirmy. Charles chuckled at the sound, pulling away and looking at you mischievously „Already?“ he asked as you punched his shoulder playfully. He knew you were at his ease and he absolutely loved it.

You reconnected your lips for a short second before backing away once more and whispering „Meet me outside at midnight.“

Charles was pacing up and down his hotel room, impatiently waiting for the clock to strike midnight. He felt nervous, checking his reflection in the mirror for the hundredth time as he readjusted his hair again. His white button up hanging loosely, revealing his toned chest. He thought about you. How incredible you were and how he couldn’t understand how Lewis could be stupid enough not to see it.

That was one more thing, normally one is supposed to feel some kind of guilt but Charles didn’t at all. He couldn’t have cared less about the man who called himself your husband.And yes that was possibly because Lewis treated you like garbage in his eyes.

You slid out from under the sheets, Lewis asleep next to you. As you grabbed the shoes closest to you before looking back on last time. Thinking, if he just got up now, if he just saw you for once, then maybe you’d stay. But Lewis didn’t get up and a few seconds later you were wandering the empty hotel halls in nothing but your black silk nightgown and high heels. Knowing you were about to do something you could never take back.

Charles had his Ferrari parked outside your hotel, when leaving the building you earned a weird look from the nightclerk but you just ignored it. Walking into the pitch black night as the air hit your face. Surprised that it was still a little fresh out even if it was already May.

The look you earned from the Monégasque guy could only be described as one of disbelief. Charles resisted to say something as he drove off with you in his car. The Ferrari driver drove what seemed like forever as he headed to some hotel he had booked a little out of town. Much more lowkey then the place he was probably staying at. But you knew you couldn’t risk anyone seeing you.

Entering the room you were surprised by the sight. It seemed like the young guy had driven out here ahead of time and prepared a setting that reminded you of those in movies. Rose petals spread all over the floor as millions of candles where lit around the room, resulting in not even needing light. And on the bed there was a tray with champagne and glasses.

„You did this?“ you asked turning around to look at the guy closing the door behind him. Charles turned around smiling like a little kid but the continuing to shrug it off like it’s no big deal.

„Yes, whatever.“ he scratched the back of his neck looking at you as he studied your expression while you looked around the room in awe. Unsure of wheter or not you liked it he whispered „Is it too much?“

This caused a chuckle to leave your lips, confusing the poor guy even more. Turning towards him as you slowly approached him before wrapping your hands around his neck. The sent of his cologne filling you with bliss, as you looked deep into his eyes before smiling „No, it’s perfect.“

Charles could have sworn he heard your voice tremble a little. Feeling relieved you were just as emotionally invested in this as him. He then continued to gently pull you close to him by grabbing your waist, his eyes still lost in yours before falling on your lips. Licking his own before he slowly leaned in. The kiss was different than the other ones you shared, resembling more the goodbye one he gave you just a night before. You never wanted it to stop, relaxing into it as you sighed. Charles then continued kissing all the way down your jaw to your neck and then collarbone. You threw your head back as his hands buried themselves in your hair.

After a little while you couldn’t handle the sweet teasing any longe so you started stumbling towards the bed, holding him by his collar gently. You put you lips back onto his eagerly roaming your hands over your body before finally ending up at his belt. Starting to unbuckle it Charles pulled away breathlessy „Wait!“ the brown haired guy chuckled causing you to furrow your eyebrows.

„What?“ you whispered basically painting for air and once again Charles took your hand and held it up. But when you both looked at it, you realized you weren’t even wearing your wedding ring at all. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion but decided to just forget about it, you had probably just forgotten it in the shower or somewhere.

„Alright then.“ Charles smirked, satisfied with the little thing tying you to Lewis already being out the picture. He continued to kiss you, laying you down onto the bed underneath him as he hovered above you, running his fingers against your bare leg. Before you knew the guy had taken off his pants, while you worked on unbuttoning his shirt. It didn’t take long and you were laying there in just your underwear, ever so slightly shivering every time his fingers grazed your skin. With on swift motion he unclasped your bra behind your back and slid it of you ever so smoothly. A wave of insecurity hit you as you held your arms over your chest, feeling exposed as you looked at the guy above you. Charles shook his head, furrowing his eyebrows.

„Don’t do that.“ he whispered, removing your arms from your chest and pinning them to your sides in a non forceful manner. He looked down at you naked underneath him, his eyes sparkling „Your absoluetly beautiful. No need to hide mon amour.“

He placed his fingers between your breast and ran down between your chest, all the way to your lower stomach as he played with the hem of your lacy panties. Although you had technically seen one another naked an intimate once before, this felt much more real and not just a spur of the moment thing. You wanted this and he did too.

Charles then continued to slowly pull down your underwear, while mustering your expression. You bit your lips as you felt his hard on press against your thigh through the material of his underwear. It didn’t take long and his lips were connected with yours again as his index and middle finger started teasing your clit. At first very slow and sensual but picking up his pace as your moans got louder.

„Charles.“ you moaned, somehow feeling very natural to say his name „Please.“

The Monégasque guy chuckled, not stopping once but only getting faster as the sounds of your moans made his erection twitch in his pants. He pulled away from you, looking down at your puffy lips „I need you to say what you want mon amour.“

„You know what.“ you sighed rolling your eyes, your fingers digging into his back. You swore you could have cum right there and then. But you didn’t want to. Ignoring the feeling in your stomach as Charles geve you a challenging look „I want you to fuck me.“

Without hesitation Charles stopped his movement. The blunt choice of your words being enough to put him over edge. In what felt like not even a second and his own underwear was thrown to the ground as he hovered above you once again. Wrapping one of your leg around him as you pulled him hinto your body, his cock pressing against your pulsing clit. You felt him align himself against your entrance, his tips teasing your wet folds.

He was fidgety and squirmy, something you hadn’t yet noticed him to be. But you found it endearing and as one would say; sweet.

„Are you sure?“ he whispered one last time as you gave him a quick nod „Yes.“

Ever so slowly you could feel him enter you. His cock stretching your insides as your walls tightened around him. Waves of sensations flooding through your entire body as you felt him stop for a second, allowing you to relax . After you did so he continued to push in all the way. You whimpered biting your lips and Charls took that as his clue to reconnect your lips. As he started moving in and out of you slowly.

His hands roaming your body as you tried to comprehend all the feelings that you felt. Realizing just how much you missed having sex like this. With actual passion and care. Your moans becoming louder as Charles picked up the pace as you gripped onto the skin of his bare back. Charles panting himself as he kept on whispering sweet nothings into your ear. As you felt that familiar sensation build up in your stomach, deciding to wait till Charles himself was there.

It only took him a couple more seconds until you felt him twitch inside you, pulling out of you quickly as he came onto your once again. Coming down from your high you chuckled seeeing how much of a mess the guy had made, sweat glistening on his forehead as he looked up at you. A smirk forming on his lips as he looked up at you „I think this might become our new thing.“

That night would change your life forever. Not just of what you had done but the fact that your husband had gotten a call from the host of the Formula 1 event a couple of days ago claiming they had found his wifes wedding ring in the mens restrooms. The guy had to legally refuse to inform Lewis of how he knew it was yours but god he had the urge to share what he saw on cctv that night.

There was no doubt in Lewis mind that you had done something wrong and when you came home early that morning wearing only your nightgown and a guys button up, reeking of mens cologne and stumbling straight into the bathroom he knew what had happened. Lewis didn’t react though, wondering who the hell you had went to see. It struck him as odd that you weren’t even trying to cover your trail. Being super obvious about it, like you wanted him to know. It made him angry to think about you being with someone else. Who was it? Was it just a guy you had met here in Miami? Why would you throw away your whole marriage for that. For someone you barely knew. But the seven time world champion would go on to pretend like nothing happened the next days. He‘d take you out dor dinner and be the best husband he could possibly be. In hopes you‘d feel bad about your actions.

Race day came around and Charles was trying to concentrate on racing. But it was hard as he could only think about you, wondering how you were and what you were doing. He hadn’t heard anything from you since it happened an it confused him even more that Lewis had literally posted an instagram story of you with him at dinner last night, clearly showing you off. Like you were as happy as ever. It left the Ferrari driver doubting on how broken your marriage really was. It didn’t look all bad after all.

Everyone had always felt like you were unapproachable and it was mostly Lewis fault. Other drivers had told Charles to stay away from you as the British guy apparently had real jealousy problems. But Charles felt like it was unfair for everyone to just write you off because of your husband. You were your own person after all. That was part of the reason why he had approached you at the bar. He wanted to get to really know you, not the idea everyone had of you. And it left him with an uneasy feeling once he realized that he maybe liked the real version of you a little too much. Having opened up to him like you did the other night.

But with Lewis and you seemingly having made up, Charles felt like you were avoiding him. You had ignored his texts after practice and had walked straight past him this morning. And after Charles just couldn’t handle his worries any longer he decided to just ask. He approached the Mercedes motor home taking of his headset starting P2 today and really proud of himself. People there just ignored him busy with work, so he just passed them walking into the hospitality.

His eyes scanning the room looking for you but instead landing on the guy he had such a strong disliking for when he spotted him in a corner talking to you. Lewis seemingly was mad about something as he pacing up and down the room furiously. While you just stood there with teary eyes, leaning against the wall. Charles contemplated wheter or not to do something and as he approached the briton he could finally hear what was going on.

„No Y/n!“ Lewis spat out, ignoring Charles presence „That’s not the point!“

Your eyes fell onto Charles, holding your breath. What was he doing in here? Wiping the corner of your eyes, not wanting him to see you cry. You didn’t want to seem weak, especially not in front of someone like Charles who you adored so much. Having resisted the urge to answer his messages the past 24 hour, feeling like it was unfair to pull him into your mess. And it had seemed like Lewis was finally happy again here in Miami. He had taken you out for dinner last night and it was actually fun. It reminded you of the good old times you two used to have before everything got complicated. He was your Lewis again. The Lewis you had fallen in love with. But today something had switched. He was angry and mad at you from the second you woke up. Every thing you did rubbing him the wrong way.

Lewis of course noticed your eyes falling onto the Monégasque guy and ignoring him in return. It pissed him off, seeing that the Ferrari driver was also literally staring at you. He had enough shit going on, he didn’t need to bother with him right now. He turned towards Charles with raised eyebrows before muttering „What’s up Leclerc?“

Charles sensed Lewis was tense but it didn’t stop his concerns for you. He decided someone had to finally confront Lewis about his behavior. It wasn’t okay. The young guy sent you an apologetic look before looking at Lewis „Why is she crying?“

Lewis clenched his jaw, looking back at you ad you tried to wipe the tears continuing to drop down your cheeks „She’s not.“

„Yes, she’s clearly upset about something.“ Charles insisted, his accent strong as he tried to talk some sense into the guy. How could Lewis not feel bad for you? After all you had been with him for so long. Through everything allways by his side.

„Even if she is, it’s not your business!“ Lewis hissed, taking a step towards the young guy. It striked him as odd that the stranger seemingly was worried about you. Lewis was hit with a wave of male cologne, making him atop in his tracks. Charles nagging voice faded to the back of his head as all he could hear was ringing. His driving suit suddenly way too tight allowing him no chance to breath as all blood left his head.

„No, I think you can’t just throw public spectacles like this and expect no conceque…“ Charles went on as your eyes fell on your husband, who was unusually quiet. When you noticed Lewis stand there almost frozen and pale you knew something had to be wrong. Wiping your tears as you rushed to your husband in worry, standing between him an the Ferrari driver.

Charles stopped his rant as he watched the scene infront of him, seeing you grab Lewis face asking if he was okay. Seemingly scared he was gonna literally pass out by the looks of it. He crossed his arms as he felt his stomach twist. Was he actually jealous of a married womans husband?

Lewis took his time, looking back and forth between you and Charles. Trying to put two and two together. But as he saw the look on the brown haired guys face as he stared at you, he knew his suspicions were confirmed. Clenching his jaw and refusing the urge to go and punch Charles straight into the face he looked at you.

„Lewis.“ you whispered, realizing what had just happened here.

„You took off your wedding ring.“ Lewis muttered, not taking his eyes of you once as you let go of his face in your hands.

„Do you really want me to have to say it?“ you mumbled, swallowing your tears as your whole body was shaking.

„I don’t.“ Lewis shook his head before looking up at Charles „I highly suggest you leave now. You’re not going to get near her ever again.“

Charles was speechless, looking for any sort of reaction from you. But when he looked at your face his heart was torn into literal pieces. Seeing you send him an apologetic look before he turned around and walked off. Realizing after all; it was just an affair.

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Keep away - Max Verstappen x Reader

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Warnings: sexual references, alcohol, cursing

summary: Sneaking around with your brothers biggest rival probably was the worst idea you ever had, especially with everything that happened last year. So as this season started there' was only one question on your mind; could you keep away from one another?

The silence in the room was incredibly uncomfortable. Heavy breathing being the only thing filling the awkwardness as you tucked the sheets over your naked body while the dutch guy above you dropped to the side. Untangling your body from his as he laid there staring at the ceiling, a thousand thoughts running through his mind which he would never be able to put in words.

You could hear cars honking on the street in front of the five star hotel, where basically all the drivers where staying at. Even though it was still early in the morning, it was race day in Imola which meant that the city was in full swings all weekend. You stared at the curtains blowing in the wind in front of the big window that led to the balcony as Max cleared his throat next to you. Nervously you turned your head to look at the guy who had his face buried in his hands as his messy hair ponited in every direction.

It was hard for you to look at Max in this state; post sleeping together. The sweat on his forehead and his puffy lips only reminded you of what you had done and brought back the guilt.

„We shouldn‘t have done this.“ you whispered, shaking your head as you remembered all the events leading up to this very moment. Max and you had promised yourselves last season was gonna be the end of it, the sneaking around and lies had to stop.

But the dutch guy knew he couldn’t resist you, from the very first moment he saw you in the paddock at Bahrain. Memories flooding his brain uncontrollably; the sound of your laughter and how you‘d moan his name seemingly forever engraved in his mind. But then when he saw the logo on the back of your jacket he also remembered exactly why this could never work. He also remembered just how badly you had broken his heart back in December.

„Y/n wait!“ the dutch guy chased after you, his hair sticking to his forehead as he was covered in champagne. He reached out for your upper arm, making you stop in your tracks as you stood in the back of the empty Mercedes motors home. Max had just won the championship and was of course over the moon and you didn’t blame him. You really wanted to be happy for him, hell you maybe even were but you just couldn’t admit to it. Not when it meant betraying your brother in the most horrendous way. „You can’t do this to me!“

„What do you want me to do then Max?“ you chocked out turning around with crossed arms as you shook your head frustratedly. If only Max could have made this easier for you. Why couldn’t he just act like any guy would and not care. Why did he have to say it?

„I want you to be with me!“ he exclaimed, clearly also frustrated on why you couldn’t see that he was offering you the world „It’s over Y/n! The championships over!“

He grabbed you by your shoulders trying to get you to look in his eyes but you just couldn’t. You knew if you looked at him, it would make it impossible for you to do what you had to. To put an end to this, finally. Sighing, you shut your eyes before shaking your head „Max…“

„No!“ Max disobeyed, his voice strained from all the cheering he had done. This was supposed to be the best day of his life but instead it seemingly was gonna be remembered as the worst one „I love you! Okay? I already told you that. I don’t care about the rivalry anymore.“

Again, those three silly words he had already said to you once that night. Just before the race as you had met him in the back, to wish him good luck. He said them, leaving you totally baffled and speechless which in return made Max super embarrassed as he stared at your blank impression. That’s how he had left for the race without you saying anything back to him. He knew you felt the same but there was just the one thing that stood between the two of you; it was Lewis.

„Max, my brother.“ you now looked at the dutch guy as you bit your lip, seeing the hurt look in his eyes as he finally understood you weren’t gonna say it back. You weren’t gonna be with him. Your loyalty to your family too strong „You said it yourself Max. The championships over, so are we.“

And that’s how you had left things with him. After literal months of sneaking around and pouring out your heart to one another you had decided it wasn’t worth risking your realitionship with your family. Although Lewis and you only shared your mother, the two of you were incredibly close. You were his baby sister and travelled everywhere with him, having trained to be his PR manager and making your living like that. He would have done anything to protect you and you knew if he knew about Max he wouldn’t ever forgive you. Maybe you should have listened to him when he told you guys would only break your hearts but then again; in this case it was you that broke Max`s.

But Max wasn’t all innocent all the time. There was this side to him, mostly the one your brother got to see and why he found a strong disliking for the dutch guy, he was cocky and arrogant from time to time. Although you knew that it came from him being extremely ambitious it did drive you mad, especially when he let if out on you.It was after the Silverstone incident, as the tension between Lewis and Max was rising that you first got to see and feel it.

Max angrily punched the wall making you flinch as you entered his hotel room, letting the door fall close behind you. You had been incredibly worried after seeing the horrendous crash, your heart stopped as it reminded you of the nasty side of the sport you loved so much. When he got out of the vehicle, clearly shaken, you realized just how much the dutch guy meant to you.

„Max…“ you approached him from behind, gently touching his back as he had his head hanging low „I was terrified.“

„It’s so unfair!“ Max spat out turning around as he ran his fingers through his wet hair. You pressed your lips together, seeing just how angry he looked. Understandably so; the crash looked incredibly scary. You knew this was just his way to deal with the shock of it. „He’s such a sore loser. Honestly if anyone else did that! Just because of who he is, he gets allowed to do shit like that!“

For a second Max had forgotten who he was talking about. He was furious with Lewis, it had been absolutely irresponsible to do what he did. At least in his opinion.

„Does that really matter now?“ you now sighed, shaking your head as you tried to get him to see that he should just be thankful it wasn’t worse „We should be happy you’re not hurt…“

„Well I know what you’re thankful for.“ Max now chuckled, but in more of a spiteful way as he looked at the Mercedes logo on your chest. He crossed his arms as he looked at you coldly „Got P1, home win. What more do you want?“

You couldn’t believe the guy, looking at him through squinted eyes as you shook your head before hissing „Fuck you!“

Max couldn’t handle it any longer, the tension way too high. He roughly grabbed your waist, pressing you against the wall. With his face dangerously close to you he muttered under his breath „What did you just say love?“

„I said…“ your voice was shaky as you looked up at him with an evil smirk, knowing exactly what power you held over him „Fuck. You.“

He crashed his lips onto yours eagerly as his hands started roaming your body. Making you whimper at his teasing touches as you felt your knees weaken. The dutch guy only separated his lips from yours one last time as he hissed „Really shouldn’t talk to me like that love.“

Max and you weren't always like that, fighting and bickering just came with the rivalry. But there was a side to Max that not many got to see. He could be increidbly passionate, loving and vulnerable. And of course he was incredibly funny. He could make you laugh like no one else ever could. That was partly why you had fallen for him. He could just make light of any situation; no matter how serious.

It was at the Belgian grand-prix, during the three hour red flag due to the bad rain that you were senselessly wandering through the paddock. Incredibly bored, having already played rock paper scissors against Lando for almost half an hour until he backstabbed you and took a nap after which you had continued to quote „perfect your self defense techniques“ with Daniel, which consisted mostly of him choke-holding you. So after spending time at the Mclaren home you got a text from Max.

Max: Where are you? I’m bored.

You chuckled, imagining him sitting there like a little kid with to much energy as you held up your umbrella in between your arm and chest so you could type.

Believe me we all are.

Max: So what are you doing? Except thinking about me.

You rolled your eyes, he was so cocky sometimes. Well, two could play at this game.

Just was hanging with Lando and Dan.

Max: Alright, so you can hang with those losers at Mclaren but not with me?

A satisfied smirk was plastered on your lips as you were still stood at the exact same spot in front of the Mclaren home, ignoring the people that were passing you as they sent you amused looks. They knew you were someone who got along with almost everyone and mostly found it endearing when you paid them a visit. Wherever you were laughter and smiles followed, it was one of the first things Max had noticed about you when he first laid eyes on you. The way you lit up every room, beaming with joy.

„Oh, hello there backstabber.“ the familiar voice with the distinct accent appeared behind you as someone creeped their head over your shoulder, looking at your phone. You laughed as you turned around to see Max wearing a Red Bull rain jacket, dripping wet. He had to resist the burning urge to touch you, which was the hardest part about all of this. He wanted nothing more than to show Lando and Daniel that you were his and that they could forget it. Hell, he wanted every guy on planet earth to know that you were unavailable.

„I didn’t know super Max could get jealous.“ you giggled, provocatively pursing your lips as Max sent you an unamused face. He shrugged acting totally nonchalant as he had his hands buried in the pockets of his jeans „Jealous? Me? No way!“

His voice was almost always strained and it was endearing to you when he tried to act all tough. So you took a step closer to him, crossing your arms as you raised your eyebrows „Is that so?“

„I’m not called super Max for nothing.“ Max joked causing you to chuckle. You knew he actually hated whenever you called him that but you just couldn’t help it, the song was super catchy. Before you could say anything else though, you could see the smirk on Max's face suddenly turn into a frown as he looked at something behind you. You turned around to see your brother approach you with a critical look on his face.

„Don’t do anything stupid Max.“ you sighed, sending Max a warning look as he rolled his eyes. He hated the fact that Lewis was always stuck at your side, it made it hard for him to spend time with you.

„Y/n.“ Lewis caught up with you, holding his umbrella as he stared straight at his rival. You knew Lewis always tried to be nice but the dutch guy somehow had always rubbed him the wrong way even if it was just by existing „What’s going on? Is he bothering you?“

Lewis turned towards you, sounding genuinely worried as Max just chuckled, making you cringe. Lewis shook his head as he looked at the blonde guy, who had his arms crossed a he gave him a dirty look „What’s so funny about that Verstappen?“

„Lewis.“ you tried to stop them but Max's petty side had already taken the best of him as he snapped back at your brother.

„Yes, sure thing Hamilton. I love to go around the paddock bothering women.“ he spat out, obviously being ironic as he was pissed off at Lewis empty accusation. Especially when it came to you, he did not play around.

„What’s your fucking problem? You have some serious anger issues.“ Lewis squinted his eyes, confused how Max was so offended by his innocent questions. You wanted to peel your skin off as you clenched your jaw, not sure who was acting more childish. But before you could even react, Lewis already grabbed your shoulder pulling you away from the dutch guy „I don’t want you to talk to him again, alright? If he ever tries anything…“

„Lewis, he really didn’t bother me.“

„Just stay away from him. He means trouble.“

Trouble. That’s what you were in for. After the season ended and you ended things with Max, the two of you basically ghosted on another. But you would lie if you'd say you didn’t check on him from time to time. Seeing him on holiday, partying and celebrating the peak of his career while you were picking up the pieces for your brother. But what hurt you most was seeing pictures of Max cozying up with some model in a club in Ibiza; seeing that he was moving on.

„It’s not that hard Y/n!“ Lando rolled his eyes, his head resting against the headboard of his hotel-room bed as he scrolled through his phone while you senselessly swiped through your tinder.

„It is.“ you sighed, tossing your phone to the side as you buried your head in the pillows. You groaned, thinking about the horrible day you had. It was the first race weekend of the season. It was the first time you had seen him again and well let’s just say he didn’t even acknowledge you at all. All weekend Max had given you the cold shoulder and you couldn’t blame him. He probably hated you after what you did. With your voice muffled you whined against the pillow „I never get any matches.“

„What?“ Lando squealed, confused as he grabbed your phone with no hesitation „Well, you’re doing something wrong!“

He went to your profile, checking how you were presenting yourself and just as expected it was rather disappointing. It wasn't doing you justice as at all. He sighed shaking his head as he made a clacking sound with his tongue „Oh, Y/n!“

„That bad?“ you asked, looking up at him with a frown as you saw him nod. You buried your head in your hands as you fake sobbed, making Lando chuckle.

„Wait! Not all hope is lost.“ he nudged your shoulder, scrolling through your phone for what seemed like an eternity „I just have to get a better picture of…“

The expression on the brits face suddenly became blank as he stared at your phone. Your heart stopped at the mentioning of pictures, leading you to put two and two together. A gasp escaping from both of your lips at the same time as you quickly snatched your phone out of the young guys hand. His expression was basically frozen as you looked at the image on the phone.

„Why are you and Max in bed together?“ you cringed af the sight of you cuddled up against the dutch guys naked chest. One of the many pictures you two had taken whenever you‘d end up in eachothers arms. It seemed like Lando had scrolled up quite a bit in your gallery and you hadn’t yet got it over your heart to delete anything.

„I-I…“ you stuttered looking at the curly haired boy. Lando looked at you with raised eyebrows, trying to give you a chance to explain but he soon understood you wouldn’t get a word out and the sad expression on your face made him feel bad for you. Whatever had happened, it was clearly over as you were asking him for help to find a guy. It now also made sense to Lando why you had rejected all the single eligible guys he had introduced to you over the last week. The brit sighed, sending you an apologetic look „Y/n, I think we found the reason why it doesn’t work.“

You had told Lando everything. Every little detail and god, it felt good finally being able to open up to someone. To get the guilt you felt both towards your brother but also Max of your chest. Lando didn‘t judge you, although he didn’t agree with the way you had lied to your family, he saw that you clearly had feelings for Max. And in his mind he was sure; those feelings still where there.

Fast forwarding to the grand-prix in Jeddah, Max was finally able to score his first points while Mercedes was clearly going through a rough patch. It seemed like everyone except Ferrari was currently having starting problems. Lewis, who usually always stayed positive even started to doubt himself. But Lewis problem was different to Maxs. Max just couldn’t seem to concentrate with you being around.

In Australia he was barely able to handle it. At practice he watched as you talked to some of the Mclaren staff with Lando by your side. Your short floral dress leaving little to his imagination as you played with the ends of your hair. He had noticed you had gotten quite close to Lando but tried to shrug it off. It was none of his business anyways. He just felt like it was incredibly unfair that Lewis didn’t seem to mind you hanging out with any of the other guys but when it came to Max even looking at you, the seven time world-champion was right there.

„What are we looking at?“ Sergio asked his teammate as he handed him a water bottle. Max took it leaning against the wall of the Red Bull motor home as he adjusted his hat and shrugged „Nothing.“

Sergio raised his eyebrows clearly not buying Max's answer. He had now known the dutch guy for quite a while and it was very easy to figure out what was lingering on his mind.

„It’s little Hamilton right?“ Checo asked, making Max's stomach twist. He was afraid of what the older guy might think of he knew the truth, so he did what he did best; acting oblivious.

„What? No!“ the dutch guy squealed, his voice incredibly high which immediately gave him away. Well, that and the fact that he was as red as a tomato. Checo chuckled, crossing his arms as he pressed his lips together watcghng Max be a nervous mess. The younger guy scratched the back of his neck, clearing his throat „Besides she’s not even called Hamilton.“

„Well, you would know.“ Maxs teammate joked, looking over at you. He mustered you for a second, trying to make sense of how the dutch guy seemed to be so smitten by you and it did add up; you were incredibly beautiful and exactly Max's type plus the sound of your laughter could be heard through the whole paddock. Sergio sighed looking over at his teammate one last time, seeing him watch you with a that certain look on his face. That’s when Checo understood; Max was in love with you.

That’s how we take off on the weekend of the Emilia Romagna Grand Prix. You always loved being in italy, so the second you stepped on the paddock that weekend, your heart fluttered. There was just something about the atmosphere there that inspired you. On the day of qualifying's if was quite cloudy so you spent most of your day going through questions for an upcoming Interview Lewis had. Crossing out the ones you didn’t wanted to be asked, mostly noisy stuff about his dating life and family. But there was this one question that caught your attention. As you read it over and over again, thinking what Lewis would say.

„Although Max Verstappen was your biggest rival last season, are there any qualities he has that you find admirable?“

Admirable. You chuckled, shaking your head. It was ironic, you could think of a million reasons why you admired Max and you were sure your brother would have a hard time even naming one. Lost in your mind you started doodling on your paper. Not even realizing the words forming on your paper.

„His humor, his smile, his ambition, the way he loves. Really hard.“

After a long hard day you went out for dinner with Toto and his wife. Lewis had decided to just go straight to his hotelroom after the horrible day he had. So you tagged along with what seemed to be like your second family. George had also been invited, to the exclusive dinner at some extremely fancy restaurant. So you had dressed for the occasion, your shorts satin dress revealing our back as your loose curls fell onto your shoulders effortlessly. Topped of with your favorite jewelry and a red lipstick you called it a day.

You were kind of mad that Lewis had bailed on you last second but you also felt comfortable around Toto and Susie. George you were still getting to know but you knew he would soon be a close friend.

„I‘m stuffed.“ George sighed, taking on last bite of the chocolate soufflé in front of him before putting his fork down. You chuckled, still devouring your dessert, sitting next to the guy who seemingly had the manners of a member of a royal family. The word distinguished truly perfectly fit him.

„Oh, come on George!“ Toto chuckled, sipping his wine as he stared at the young guy „Even Y/n‘s finishing it!“

„Hey!“ you exclaimed, slightly offended „Dont underestimate me Toto!“

Toto laughed as the waiter refilled his glass of wine and Susie massaged the back of his neck. The restaurant was completely full, a bunch of people having already walked up to your table asking for pictures. But you weren't the main attraction here just a couple of tables away from you Max was sat alongside Checo and his Red Bull team. You hadn’t even noticed the dutch guy but it was safe to say that he had noticed you as he sat there with crossed arms, pouting like a little child while he watched you sit next to George.

„So Y/n?“ Susie now spoke, smiling at you a little before getting serious „Is there any new guy in your life? It seemed like there was someone last season…“

You almost chocked on your food as you quickly gathered yourself with a blush on your face you stuttered „What makes you say that?“

Toto laughed, crossing his arms „Oh come on! It was obvious. The way you always snuck out to call someone and the smile on your face whenever you‘d get a notification on your phone!“

„Really?“ George asked, furrowing his eyebrows, he was suddenly very interested in the whole thing because let’s just say he had found something quite interesting today. When you had left the paddock, George innocently stumbled over the papers laying on your table. Not thinking anything of it he started reading through them until one very weird question caught his attention. Why would you write those things about Max? Out of all these people. Deciding to push his luck George just blurted out „So who is it?“

„What? He- He is no one.“ you stuttered, nervously fidgeting with your fingers. Your appetite having left your body, out of all people, there was only one who would probably flip out even worse than Lewis; that was Toto.

But Toto didn’t even notice you were freaking out, he was too busy pointing his camera at George and you. Snapping pictures like a proud dad, while Susie cheered the two of you on. The next few things all happened so fast and the world seemingly went blurry for a second. George was still teasing you about the mystery man in your life as your table was catching the attention of some others, mostly because of Totos loud and obnoxious laugh at you, being as red as a tomato.

This also caused Maxs eyes to fall onto you once again. He furrowed his eyebrows seeing Russell whisper into your ear, little did he know what the Mercedes driver was truly saying.

„Is he blonde?“ George wiggled his eyebrows as you muttered a small „Stop.“ under your breath.

„Is he admirable?“ George now asked, your whole heart stopping for a second. He knew. And without George being able to say another word you yelled „George stop!“ before crashing your lips onto the side of his face so Toto could finally snap his stupid picture. There where a couple of Awes and gushes heard in the room. George was just startled, not having expected this at all. But when you pulled away, mouthing him a small „Sorry.“ he understood that this was truly serious. You didn't want anyone to find out.

Max felt like someone had ripped his heart out but that wasn’t really comparable to the anger he felt seeing you cosy up to stupid George Russell. The most stuck up and boring prick there was in his opinion but maybe that was just the jealousy talking. But Max couldn’t handle it any longer, he couldn’t handle everyone staring at you and George, thinking you were a couple. He couldn’t handle seeing your lipstick smeared across the brits face. And he couldn’t handle it not being him sitting right there next to you.

So the next thing he did might have seemed stupid any other day. But not today. Without another word he stood up from his table, heading straight towards you. Ignoring the calls from his friends behind him, his eyes glued on you. When your eyes fell on him, he could tell your soul left your body. You were surprised by the sight of him and even more terrified that it seemed like the angry looking dutch guy was approaching you with no hesitation.

„Y/n.“ all eyes fell on him, most of them super confused as you looked up at the guy in the white button up „We need to talk.“

That’s how you ended up pressed against his hotel-room door with him attacking your whole body with kisses. After stumbling out of the restaurant, leaving behind a super lost Toto and Susie. By now Toto had probably put two and two together. After watching you immediately obey the dutch guys wishes, grabbing his hand and following him out the restaurant, Toto knew; he had to talk to Lewis.

„Why did you do that?“ Max moaned against your neck, his fingers running up and down your bare back as your hands buried in his hair. Ever so slightly tugging at it as you wrapped your leg around his torso, grinding your hips into him.

„What?“ you asked, innocently batting your eyelashes as Max groaned, slightly biting the skin on your chest. Inhaling the scent he had missed so much while he felt your hands travel down to his lower body. He took a sharp breath at the feeling of you ever so slightly touching him though the material of his jeans, remembering why he was so mad as he spoke through gritted teeth „Why did you cuddle up to Russell? Touching him, kissing him…“

You smirked, loving when he got like this. But right now you loved the fact that he was right there with you even more. All these months apart and all this time you spent missing him, it felt surreal to finally be able to touch him again. This was Max, he was real. This was your Max.

„He was teasing me.“ you told him, speaking the truth as you stared at Max's swollen lips. Wanting him to reconnect them with yours again you decided to give him what he wanted "He was teasing me about you. There's only you Max."

„We shouldn‘t have done this.“ you whispered, shaking your head as Max laid dead silent beside you. You thought about how you were gonna be able to get out of this again. After all things had gotten messy; Lando knew, George knew and Toto was sure as hell suspicious by your actions last night.

Max was frustrated, well not sexually at least. But emotionally, he was on edge. It took him so long to get over you breaking his heart in Abu Dhabi and he just promised himself he‘d never get himself into that situation again. But here he was next to a naked you after having sex multiple times, hearing you already regretted this.

„Yes you’re right.“ Max stated coldly, kind of offended by your statement basically saying he wasn’t worth it. But in a way Max didn’t even believe you, not after you had literally been moaning his name all night. But he was scared to say it, remembering the last time he opened up to you. You turned his back on him and god, he was afraid you might do it again.

You snuck out of Max's hotel-room that morning, you two leaving things as they were. Both knowing making a promise to stay away from each other rarely worked. Walking down the hallway still wearing last nights dress and Maxs button up hanging loosely over it, your shoes in your hand. Your phone had died and you were craving sleep like never before, knowing in a few hours you‘d have to get up again and pretend like nothing happened. What you didn’t know was that in just a few hours the pretending and lies would all stop, even if not on your own watch.

„Someone looks well rested.“ Lando joked as you stood outside the hotel waiting for your car to arrive, wearing your sunglasses and sipping on your coffee in order to wake you up. You looked over at Lando, who had a sheepish grin on his face which caused you to send him a questioning look „What Norris?“

Lando laughed, shaking his head. He clearly had something lingering on his mind. As he had attended breakfast this morning, he had heard from Daniel, who had heard it from Charles, who had it from Carlos and god knew who Carlos had heard it from; that Max Verstappen had taken a certain drivers little sister back to his hotel-room last night. And with George confirming Lando, that you had actually been escorted by the dutch driver there was now no doubt on his mind that it was true.

„Max and you so did it last night!“

Lewis hadn’t shown up to pick you up like he always did on race day, the car ride giving you time to mentally prepare yourselves for the day. He had always appreciated you being there to listen to his doubts and fears but today was different. You walked past the fans patiently waiting in the rain, greeting some of them and taking photos before you made your way to the Mercedes home. But today you weren’t accompanied by your brother, who was usually always by your side.

As you strutted past the other motor homes, you couldn’t help but notice that there was quite the crowd in front of the Red Bulls home. Mechanics and staff member had seemingly accumulated to watch what was going on on the inside. It caught your attention but when you peaked over the audience, you soon turned speechless. As you saw none other then your own brother, grabbing Max by the collar of his shirt as the two of them yelled at each other. You turned pale but immediately knew what this was about, pushing your way through the people, some of the Mercedes staff sending you nasty looks.

Christian Horner was just sitting in the back, seemingly done with the bickering of the two guys as he buried his face in his hand. Checo standing there next to him, ready to go help Max if things turned violent. When Checo's eyes fell on you, he gave you an apologetic look.

"You're so never gonna touch her again Verstappen!" Lewis spat at the younger guy as Max scrunched up his face.

"Don't tell me what to do you fucking..."

„Max!“ you chocked out standing there with all eyes on you. Max who had just cursed at Lewis like a litte child one a school yard snapped his head towards you, immediately embarrassed by his behavior. He would never hurt Lewis on purpose but what was he supposed to do when the guy attacked him out of nowhere.

„Y/n…“ Max mumbled, Lewis grip on his collar immediately tightening at the mentioning of his sisters name. He was disgusted by the things he had hears from all corners this morning and when even Toto told him that Max had picked you up like a "hooker" in the restaurant last night, the guy flipped out.

„Lewis let him go.“ you took a step towards your brother, trying to avoid everyone hearing you. But Lewis looked at you with a hurt look on his face, he had just found out the worst thing possible and even if he didn’t now the full extend of it, it was enough to make him question his whole relationship with you.

„How long?“ Lewis muttered under his breath, slowly letting go of Max, who looked like he could finally breath again. When he saw the way you looked at his rival and then back at him, he knew the answer was bad. He hadn’t ever seen Max remorseful but right now the look on his face could only be described as that „How long have you been screwing him?“

„I-I-" you stuttered but didn’t get a word out, this told Lewis all he needed to know, as he bit his lip looking at the ground. He shook his head, he had to get away from here or he might actually hurt the dutch guy.

„Show‘s over!“ Lewis adressed the crowd, swirling his hands around before angrily pushing his way through people. An awkward silence filled the room as everyone watched your brother leave, leaving behind a baffled Max and you. Checo then continued to tell everyone to go back to work before leaving himself, shaking his head. The room soon emptied, everyone getting ready for the opening ceremony. Christian being the last to walk out, patted Max's shoulder „Good job buddy. Good job.“

Max sighed, knowing Christian was pissed off. This was exactly the sort of negative press he didn’t need. But when Max saw the look on your face, he forgot about all of that. Knowing how horrible you must feel, having just had you worst nightmare come true. This wasn't his plan when he did what he did last night. He never wanted to trap you, he just still loved you.

„I‘m sorry.“ Max whispered, running his finger through his blonde hair. You looked up at the blonde guy with teary eyes, shaking your head.

„No don’t be.“ you smiled weakly, pressing your lips together as you wiped your tears from the corner of your eyes. Max raised his eyebrows, sending you a questioning look. He didn’t understand this at all, weren’t you mad that Lewis found out?

„I realized last night, that even though you might not feel the same; I can’t live without you.“ you chocked out, the dutch guy listening to every word you saying „And I know you might not feel the same anymore but…“

„What?“ Max squealed, taking a step towards you before grabbing your face with his hands, getting you to look at him. „Y/n, I‘ve not stopped thinking about you ever since you left me in Abu Dhabi. I thought you didn’t want me anymore…“

„I want you silly. I always have.“ you chuckled, tears still rolling down your cheeks making Max giggle. The blonde guy slowly pressed his lips onto yours, giving you soft and passionate kiss. You relaxed into the familiar feeling, forgetting all about your worries for a moment

„I love you.“ you then mumbled against his lips and god it felt good for Max to finally hear you say those three little words back to him „And Lewis will come around eventually, we’ll just have to show him what we mean to each other and give him time.“

„We will make it work.“ Max nodded, caressing your cheek before smiling "And even if your stupid brother doesn't want it. I love you too."

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MASTERLIST

Football

Formula 1

Disclaimer: I don't know any of the people I write for personally; everything is purely fictional. I also mean no disrespect to any of the real life partners of them, that's why I will not mention them in a mean or nasty manner.

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Formula 1 Masterlist

Requests are open

Who I write for:

Lando Norris

Max Verstappen

Charles Leclerc

Daniel Ricciardo

George Russell

Lewis Hamilton

Pierre Gasly

Esteban Ocon

Mick Schumacher

Carlos Sainz

(Literally anyone you want me to write for. So feel free to send requests.)

IMAGINES

*smut

MAX VERSTAPPEN

Keep away

Romeo asked Juliet three questions

CHARLES LECLERC

Just an Affair *

LANDO NORRIS

Inappropriate *

Rumor has it (Social Media)

Selfish 2

A birkin bag for Y/n

OSCAR PIASTRI

I love a man in shorts (Social Media)

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hi could you write a smut with trent where they're on vacation together because she's the sister of ox and they tease eachother the whole holiday, but they finally finally hook up after a night out ?xx

I hate you more - Trent Alexander Arnold x Reader

Masterlist

Warnings: ends with smut, unprotected sex, alcohol, cursing

summary: Your brothers wedding in Greece forces you to spend more time with his best man Trent. And although you swore you had always hated the guy, after being handcuffed to him, things start to look a little different.

The pain shooting through your head was only made stronger by the obnoxiously loud music coming from the room next to you. As you were wrapping up last minute gifts for the guests while the guys next you seemed to have the time of their lives.

You were sleep deprived and completely out of it but there was a shit ton of stuff to do. All the guests where arriving tonight and your brothers wedding day was less then 48 hours away. Perrie had chosen you as her maid of honor as you two where basically best friends and as you where Ox's little sister it was even better.

It was a destination wedding, so the whole planning had been quite hard. But in Ox's opinion no one cared if the wedding was planned well if they were on a beach one a small island in Greece. And in his theory only his closest friends and family would come anyway as it was further away from home.

But that wasn’t quite the case as it seemed everyone was absolutely ecstatic about taking some time off work for a vacation in paradise and nearly all the invitations had agreed to come. Which left you with a shit ton of work and no one to help you with it.

The bridesmaids and groomsmen had been assigned the whole organization part, having a schedule and telling people when to do what. Plus organizing that everything would be set up for the ceremony and so on. Because Perrie and Ox had no wedding planner, in the name of keeping it low-key, that had turned out to be rather hard. And if that wasn’t all already stressing you out, Ox had chosen absolute idiots as his groomsmen.

You furiously knocked on the door, literally drenched in sweat as it was currently a 100 degrees outside and the air conditioning in your room didn’t work. The door was swung open by Robbo, who had a tooth brush in his hand as he sang along to the stupid Pina Colada song with the biggest smile on his face. When he saw your furious face, he immediately ripped his eyes open „Oh, what did we do?“

„Andy, is Trent here?“ you asked for your brothers totally incapable best man, making sure your dislike for him was evident.

„Yes, come in.“ Robbo gestured you in, trying ro keep from smiling as he knew Trent was about to be scolded by you.

Everyone knew that you and Trent were sort of like cat and dog. Always bickering and teasing eachother. It was kind of endearing to your brother though, so he didn't mind it. He rather had you two hate each other than like each other too much.

You walked in the hotel room, hearing Trents singing come out the bathroom as you opened the door without knocking. Trent jumped up, only a towel covering his lower part as he looked at you in shock. The door hitting the wall behind it with a loud bang.

„For fucks sake Y/n!“ the Liverpool player held his hand over his heart as he closed his eyes, nearly having a heart attack „You scared the shit outta me!“

You blushed a little, trying not look the almost naked guy up and down as you cleared your throat „Trent-"

„Yes?“ Trent asked, raised eyebrows as he wondered what the hell it was now that was bothering you. He was also kind of amused seeing that you were evidently uncomfortable.

„Tell me again.“ you now stated, not amused by his stupidly charming smirk „Why could Hendo not be the best man again?“

„His missus had to work, so he‘s only gonna arrive in two days.“ Trent shrugged his shoulders.

„So Ox said you’re his best man now right?“ you crossed your arms, as you could hear Robbo chuckle behind you. You looked back to see the guy lean against the doorframe of the massive bathroom, the toothbrush had been replaced by a drink in his hand as he watched everything unfold.

„Yeah, what are you on?“ Trent chuckled, completely oblivious.

„Then why don‘t you start behaving like one?“

Robbo behind you bursted out in laughter, while Trent chuckled slightly. He shook his head as you smirked satisfied.

„Wow cheap shot little Chambi.“ Trent rolled his eyes which made you chuckle.

„Don’t call me that.“ you smiled, biting your lips as you couldn’t help but notice the water droplets on Trents trained chest. The way that his body gliste- What? No! You gathered yourself quickly and stuttered „Now there’s a lot of work, if you could get going!“

„Sure.“ Trent smirked, having caught your eyes wandering and that of course boosting his ego „But I’ll sadly have to change first missy. Plus you could also use a shower, you’re drenched!“

Freshly dressed and showered you went to dinner that night. Perrie and Ox had rented out a typical Greek taverna for close family and all the bridesmaids and groomsmen. Which was two of Perries friends plus you and Robbo and Trent as Hendo was only gonna arrive on the day of the wedding.

The dinner was nice, everyone was eating good food and drinking wine as you enjoyed each others company. Well almost, you were stressing about all the things you‘d have to do the following day, which was admittedly quite a lot.

Your mind was taken off things a little when Virgil suddenly sat down at your end of the table. The two bridesmaids both gushing over the handsome guy, who was talking to Andy and Trent while you just wondered what the hell he was even doing here. He wasn’t your family as far as you knew. But again, he was Virgil there was no escaping him.

„So little Chambi Chamb.“ Virgil smiled at you, and you just gave him a cold stare. These nicknames got more ridiculous by the day „I heard Trent is giving you a hard time.“

„Nah, I am-" Trent, sitting opposite you, tried to defend himself

„He‘s totally incapable.“ you nodded, looking at Virgil and shrugging.

„Nah, I’m not!“ Trent squealed, kicking your shin under the table which made you yelp „Ouch Trent!“

„That’s what you get for lying!“ he crossed his arms, pouting his lips like a little kid as he leaned back in his chair.

„Fuck off!“ you held up your middle finger, which Virgil grabbed quickly putting it away with a chuckle.

„Kids, kids.“ he looked back and forth between you and the scouser „No reason to be rude to one another.“

„They like eachother.“ Robbo stated, scooting closer to Virgil who nodded in agreement „That’s why they are bickering.“

Trent scrunched up his face as if he was disgusted before punching Robbo in the shoulder „That’s not true! I hate her!“

„Well good.“ you sighed, taking another sip of your wine „I hate you too.“

The next morning Trent woke up by someone violently shaking his shoulders. He groaned slowly opening his eyes, trying to adjust to the light, only to see your face hovering above him.

„Jeez.“ the guy sighed, covering his face with his hand „What are you doing here Y/n?“

You smiled, looking at the sleepy guy before holding up a piece of paper with a list on it „We have a lot of things to get done today.“

Trent groaned, slowly sitting up as he looked you up and down, already fully dressed in your baby blue blouse and shorts „How did you even get in here?“

You smirked, before pulling out a keycard out the back pocket of your jeans and swinging it around „I have my ways.“

You ended up basically dragging Trent to breakfast. He was still half asleep as you both stood d at the buffet, both a plate in your hands. Luckily not many people where down there as it was still rather early. You were about to put some fresh fruit on your plate when you suddenly spotted some familiar faces sitting at a table in the corner.

„Ox!“ you yelled through the entire hotel restaurant as your brother looked up, trying to find who was calling for him. When his eyes fell on Trent and you he smiled and waved, gesturing you to come over.

So you grabbed Trents hand without thinking twice as you approached your brother sitting there with Perrie and the baby.

„Good morning!“ you gushed, looking at the little one sitting in the baby chair „Already up?“

„Yes, you know the little one just doesn’t seem to want to sleep.“ Perrie smiled, running her hand through her blonde hair. Her eyes met Trents and yours intertwined hands and you only now noticed you were still holding him.

So you quickly let go of the scouser as your brother raised one eyebrow, looking back and forth between his sister and the tired guy behind her „Did she drag you outta bed Trent?“

„Yes.“ Trent whined as he looked at your brother annoyed while you just rolled your eyes. What a baby.

Perrie giggled, always having found the two of you a rather amusing pairing. She had always thought Trent and you would actually make a cute couple but whenever she mentioned it to Ox, he told her that was absoluetly not gonna happen. Not on his watch. Plus Trent and his sister couldn’t stand each other, right?

„There’s absolutely no way I’m gonna get onto that thing.“ you looked at the quad standing in front of you as the already warm morning sun, hit the pavement on the parking lot in front of the hotel.

Trent held out a helmet to you but you just crossed your arms, refusing to take it. He had no idea how to drive this thing. Plus this was a literal island, the streets here weren’t safe anyways.

„Don’t be difficult woman!“ Trent groaned, pressing his helmet against your chest.

„No this isn’t safe!“ you shook your head and Trent looked like he was about to loose his mind.

„Then what do you wanna do? You wanna walk everywhere?“ he asked, grabbing the helmet again. This time putting it on your head before he secured it. His face only inches away from you, which made you hold your breath. You did realize he had a point „Now let’s go.“

The wedding ceremony was gonna be held at the beach right by the hotel. There was a pavilion under which they set up tables for the dinner as well as a dance floor for the afterparty. It was all in Greek style, the decoration, the food and just the over all theme.

„So there on the front there will be a big flower thingy.“ you pointed towards the ocean, where the aisle would be, as the guys were setting up the chairs.

Robbo had gotten Virgil and some of Ox's friend to help him put everything up while you guided them. A whole folder in your hand with all the information you needed while Trent just stood next to you, sighing and groaning from time to time.

„And there will be white flowers attached to every-“ you spoke when you looked back at Trent, who was playing with the sand in between his feet „Trent?“

„Yes?“ Trent asked, innocently batting his eyelashes.

„Are you even listening to me?“

„Yes sure.“ he smiled, nodding like a school boy „Something about towels-“

You covered your mouth, trying not to burst out into laughter. This was actually sad, he was so the wrong person to do this with.

„What?“ Trent chuckled as Robbo sang along to Mamma Mia in the pavilion.

You just shook your head, quietly laughing as you looked up at your brothers friend „Nothing.“

You and Trent spent all day picking up flowers for the bridesmaid, going cake testing and getting balloons for the bachelor party Robbo had planned for tonight as they didn’t have time for it back home with their busy schedule. You did wonder if it was smart to hold it the night before the wedding but then again it wasn’t really your problem. As long as they showed up on time the next day, it was fine.

„Now let’s go take a nap.“ Trent walked out the little bakery, holding two full bags as you followed him with your eyes glued on your phone.

„Perrie just texted me.“ you sighed, reading through the brides text „Apparently Ox has forgotten to pack the bridesmaids dresses.“

„What?“ Trent hissed, concerned what this meant for him „He’s such a dumbass!“

The old greek lady, who didn’t speak a word of english watched you try on every dress with a big smile on her face while Trent sat in the corner, next to obnoxiously loud fan. You stared at you reflection, inspecting the floor length dark blue dress with a very deep neck line.

„Trent?“

The Liverpool players attention fell on you as you presented what felt like the millionth dress to him. But this time he didn’t just say it was fine, his eyes scanned you up and down as they rested on your chest area for a little too long.

„It’s- Ah-“ the guy shifted in his seat, nervously stuttering which caused the older woman to chuckle. Even though she didn’t understand any english, she knew this reaction any day „It’s really beautiful Y/n.“

You blushed, smiling a little before pressing your lips together and turning to the woman. You gave her a thumbs up „I’ll take it!“

All evening you met wedding guests at every corner. It felt like the island only consisted of people you knew, so as soon as dinner was over you made your way back to your room. Trying to escape the mass of people. While you laid there, scrolling through your phone, your eyes fell on the blue dress hanging in front the window. You couldn’t help but think about Trent. You hated to admit it but somehow the afternoon turned out to be fun.

But deciding to forget about it you turned off your lights. It was when your thoughts were racing through your mind just like anytime you tried to sleep when you suddenly ripped your eyes wide open „Does Trent have the wedding rings?“

You called all the guys you knew, that were at the party. But no one picked up. So there was only one way that you’d be able to get any sleep that night; you had to crash your brother bachelor party.

You threw on a short black dress, let your hair down again and decided that be enough for the club owners letting you in. You knew the destination of the party was only like fifteen minutes by feet, having dropped the decoration there today. So you decided you just walk there, calling and waiting for a taxi would just take longer.

The music was blasting through the speakers of the club, filled with drunk guys. You pressed your way through them, earning some confused looks by some as you tried to find Trent or Robbo. That’s when you bumped into Virgil, who was wearing some weird glittery hat and had a drink in his hand.

„Y/n?“ Viirgil slurred, looking at you confused as Robbos arm wrapped around his shoulder „Who are we talking - Y/n?“

You sighed, looking at the completely wasted guys, knowing damn well they were so gonna be hungover the next day. This was exactly what you had been afraid off.

„I need to talk to Trent!“ you yelled into Virgils ear, trying to be louder than the music.

Virgil looked at Robbo as they both burst out into laughter „We can help you with that.“

You were dragged through the club by the two guys, all the way to the back. Confused on what Trent was doing back there but not bothering to ask. And then when you saw the guy, literlly handcuffed against a chair a million questions raised through your mind.

„What on earth?“ you gasped and Trent looked up at you in shock. Robbo uncuffed Trent from the chair, leaving one of the cuffs on his wrist „Y/n?“

„Why are you handcuffed-“ but you couldn’t even finish your sentence because next thing you knew, Virgil grabbed you and the other end of the handcuff was clasped onto your wrist. You bumped your head against Trents, groaning in pain and just when you wanted to say something Robbo and Virgil literally ran off.

„Fuck!“ you and Trent both yelled at the same time and when your eyes fell on your connected wrists you both realized; they had taken the key with them.

You poured down another drink as you looked at Trent sitting next you. Your handcuffed hands rested on the bar counter. As it had turned out, Trent had been handcuffed to the chair by Virgil because he had wanted to leave earlier, really tired from the day. What mad the two guy handcuff you to him, he didn't know.

„I hate this.“ you groaned, looking at the time and realizing how late it already was. You had looked for Virgil and Robbo for almost an hour when one of your cousins informed you that they had gone to the next destination with Ox. But no one knew where.

So you were stuck in a night club, handcuffed to the guy you literally couldn’t stand. After a while off bickering around with him, you both just decided to drink away your frustration.

„I hate you.“ you slurred, studying Trents face as he rolled his eyes.

„I hate you more.“ he shrugged his shoulders, taking another shot.

„No I literally hate everything about you.“ you yelled, also grabbing a shot, pouring it down as you ignored the burning sensation in your throat „I hate your sense of humor-“

„I hate your incredible arrogance.“ Trent spat back, not impressed by your insult.

„I hate the way you dress, the way you talk, the way your stupid accent sounds.“ you continued, not realizing you were slowly leaning over to Trent more and more. The guy wasn’t even listening anymore, too focused on the way your lips were moving „I hate your stupid smile and-“

You couldn’t even finish your sentence as Trent suddenly leaned in all the way to press his lips against yours. You froze as you felt the guy kiss you, your eyes wide open.

„Just…“ Trent pulled back whispering „Just shut up.“

And this time it was you who smashed your lips back on his. Eagerly wrapping your free hand around his neck as pulled yourself closer to him. Trents hand wrapped around your waist as he pulled away from your breathlessly „Let’s take this somewhere else?“

Trent covered your mouth with his hand as he tried to get you to stop giggling, scared someone might hear you. His free hand searching for your keycard in your handbag. Struggling as he was still handcuffed to you.

„Stop laughing.“ he chuckled, roaming your bag before pulling out his hand „Found it.“

Rather roughly Trent opened the door, and pushed you in the room. The door fell shut as quick as you could think and next thing you knew, you were already pressed against the wall again, with Trent pressing his lips onto yours. You wrapped your leg around his waist, starting to grind into him as his tongue roamed your mouth.

Trent felt satisfied, feeling you push yourself against him. He knew by the way you were whimpering as he kissed his way down your neck, that you were at his mercy. His hand travelled under your short skirt but his fingers didn’t touch you were you needed it, instead they teasingly traced the skin on your thigh. You moaned, pressing your head against the wall behind you, your arm still wrapped around his shoulder „Trent.“

The guy pulled back because of the lack of oxygen as a mischievous smirk was placed on his lips „What?“

„I-I-" you stuttered feeling his hand travel higher and higher „You know what.“

„Do I?“ he raised his eyebrows chuckling, as his fingers started touching your through the fabric of your panties. You felt your stomach twist as your whole body felt like it was on fire.

Trent loved playing dumb, knowing exactly how frustrated you must have felt. He smiled cockily, seeing the effect he had on you as you stood there, speechless and your skin flushed. It excited him even more that this was sort of forbidden. The fact that he was touching his best friends sister and could get caught, it made him want this even more.

„You know what Trent.“ you whined, sweat forming on your forehead as you pushed away the urge to say it „Please.“

„Are you actually begging me?“ he chuckled, never having thought he’d see this side of you. But admittedly he was getting harder and harder by minute and it took everything in him not to fuck your right there and then. He put your handcuffed arm over your head, pressing it against the wall as he held you steady in place. His face dangerously close to yours again before he whispered „But you’re gonna need to be more clear baby.“

„Fine.“ you groaned before licking your lips and lowering your voice again „I want you to fuck me.“

It was said like it was a secret, that no one ever could find out about. It was enough for Trent to push your panties aside and teasing your exposed clit with his thumb. You held your breath at the torturing soft touches. His middle finger now circling over your entrance as you threw your head back, closing your eyes.

„God, you really are so wet for me huh?“ he whispered as he slowly pushed his finger into you. You couldn’t even respond, so you just nodded feeling his finger pump in an out of you. Trent soon added a second one as you wrapped your leg tighter around his waist, allowing him to push in further.

You were already a moaning mess as you felt his digitals move in and out of you. Leaning in, you reconnected your lips in a much needed kiss. Trent now also moaning against your lips. He also needed you, he couldn’t handle it longer. So to your disappointment his fingers pulled out of you leaving you feel empty as he started fidgeting with his belt. You decided to just help him, your lips still connected.

„Turn around baby.“ Trent spoke against your lips and without hesitating you did so, Trent holding your handcuffed hand above your head as you heard him take of his pants, also a panting mess. You knew you were absolutely needy but weren't even ashamed of it. Trent pulled up your dress, revealing your behind to him as you silently thanked yourself for having chosen nice lingerie.

Without waisting another second he pulled the material down as they dropped to the floor before you could feel his cock press up against your entrance. Trent leaned over your bent body before whispering into your ear „You really sure about this, baby?“

You quickly nodded and immediately felt him push inside you. You held your breath, clutching the wall in front of you as you realized how big he was. Trent noticed your walls clenching around him as he stopped for a second and when he felt you realx he pushed all the way in. He rested inside of you letting you adjust to him. His breath really unsteady.

„You can move.“ you whispered as he slowly started thrusting himself into you. Hitting that sweet spot with each thrust. You were both moaning messes with Trents free hand wrapped around your neck.

„You‘re doing so well.“ Trent panted, the sound of his hips hitting against you filling the room as he started going faster. Moving in and out of you harder and faster which in return made you go crazier. The pleasure bilding up in your stomach as Trent could feel you clench around his length.

„Trent.“ you moaned, knowing you couldn’t handle this much longer which made Trent chuckle „What baby?“

„I feel-„" you whimpered, feeling your high slowly build up with him pounding into you „Like I can’t go that much longer.“

„That’s okay baby.“ he moaned, this drove him absolutely crazy. The way you arched your back, wanting him to go deeper and deeper and how tight you felt around him. It was better than he could have ever imagined „Cum for me.“

That was all it took for you to reach that sweet high. Your legs started shaking and your head felt dizzy as you orgasmed, louder than you had ever though possible. Trent didn’t last that much longer, only a couple of sloppy pounds before you could feel him twitch inside you.

„Stay inside.“ you whispered, completely out of breath as you felt him wanting to pull out. Trent did as he was told, cumming inside of you before collapsing against you out of breath.

„That was-" he started but couldn’t even finish his sentence as his body rested against yours. So you shook your head as you chuckled „I know.“

You didn’t even know what exactly woke you up the next morning. The only thing you knew was that you felt a body pressed up against you from behind and arm wrapped around your stomach. And god, your wrist hurt like a bitch.

„You’re dead meat.“ you ripped your eyes open, hearing your brothers voice from next to you. In your hotel room stood not only Ox, fully dressed in his suit but also Virgil and Robbo both laughing their asses off.

„Ox!“ you gasped, sitting up and looking behind you to see Trent lay there in his underwear. Handcuffed to you? Memories from the last night flooded your brain and you shook Trents shoulder violently, seeing the look on your brothers face.

Trent groaned, he really wasn’t a morning person but when he heard Andys obnoxious laugh that ran his alarm bell. He was sat up within seconds, looking straight into your brothers eyes. Seeing you sit beside him in your underwear, he knew he was so dead now.

„Tell me the noises I heard last night weren't you shagging my sister?“ Ox muttered through gritted teeth as Virgil and Robbo tried to contain themselves.

„I- I-" Trent stuttered, feeling like his last hour had started.

„On my fucking wedding day, seriously?“ Ox now whined, shaking his head as he buried his face in his hands. He knew exactly what had happened.

„They- They-„ trent tried to come up with something to say before pointing at Virgil and Robbo. All the while you sat there trying to cover yourself up a little, absolutely humiliated „They handcuffed us!“

„What?“ Ox looked back at Virgil and Robbo who looked like busted school kids.

„Yeah well.“ Virgil pursed his lips, trying to come up with an excuse „I didn’t really think you two kids were actually gonna go that far-"

„Ah, fuck off Virgil!“you now hissed, shaking your head „You knew exactly what you were doing and then you ran off with the keys and-"

„Virgil, Robbo just get out.“ Ox sighed, and the two guys nodded as they left the room wiggling their eyebrows at you and Trent. Ox looked at them shaking his head before they disappeared, his eyes fell onto you again „Now back to you missy! You’re in big trouble, the ceremony is starting in an hour and Perrie is absolutely freaking out because she couldn't find or reach her maid of honor.“

„Fuck!“ you cursed, realizing how late it was. You had so much to do and so little time to do it.

„It’s okay.“ Trent reassured you, putting his hand on your shoulder „We‘ll make it work baby-"

„Jeez!“ Ox gagged, hearing the words that just had come out of Trents mouth „Don’t ever call my sister that again!“

Trent nodded, having obviously done it by mistake. Ox just shook his head looking at the two of you „Now get ready, we will talk about this later. Maybe when I’m not supposed to get married.“

You watched your brother turn around and stomp out the room, obviously pissed off. As soon as the door fell shut behind him, you looked at Trents face. You could see he was trying not to laugh and so where you.

„This is all your fault.“ you chuckled, looking at the scouser.

„How is this my fault?“ he squealed, his voice super high pitched.

You smirked, biting your lips „If I wouldn’t hate you so much, none of this would have ever happened.“

Trent chuckled before pressing a soft kiss onto your lips „I hate you more.“

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Mason mount imagine where you’re both famous he leaves the country during holidays with his friends, cheats and everybody is devastated

I can't leave - Mason Mount x Reader

This one actually hurt, lol.

Masterlist

Warnings: pure drama and heartbreak

summary: After the public embarrassment of being cheated on Mason and you try to figure out a way to make it work.

When you first met Mason Mount, he was just a normal guy. He wasn’t famous or a big football star. He was just Mason, the guy you fell in love with. The guy who fell in love with you. It was definitely him who had a crush on you first, no, he was actually obsessed. He had done everything to get you to go out with him and eventually you said yes. He had bragged about it to his friends in training the day after but you never knew it.

You had been with Mason through everything. Every accomplishment, award, every loss and hardship. And he had been there with you. It wasn’t like you were no one. You had your own career as an actress. You were doing quite well even before meeting him.

Mason fell in love with exactly who you were now. Of course you had changed a little but your life and career where pretty steady ever since you had starred in a movie at just thirteen. But Mason, he had changed.

You didn’t miss it. It had started to be more significant after the Euros. He had caught whiff of all the people drooling over him on social media and he liked it. He changed his hair and clothes, acted different around cameras and was very aware of the effect it had on his so called fans.

But you would have never said anything, you weren’t that kind of woman. You had to be supportive, you always had been. Plus Mason still was himself at home and that was more important to you than his social media persona.

It was one day after one of Masons games that you had of course attended without question that you and Mason got enrolled in a big argument. That would be the start of everything falling apart.

„Why would you have done that?“ you threw your keys on the sideboard in the hallway of Mason and your house.

Mason closed the door behind him, letting out a big sigh. He was tired, it was a hard game and fighting with you was the last thing he needed right now „Because Y/n, this is my fucking job alright?“

You flinched a little at his harsh tone as you turned around, watching him look through his backpack for something „No Mason your job is playing football.“

„And with football there comes fans.“ he rolled his eyes, searching for his phone. All he wanted is to sit on the couch, put on some tv and relax but now you had ruined it.

„But you don’t have to flirt with them, right in front of me if I may add.“ you hissed, crossing your arms as you thought about what had happened just two hours ago.

How he leaned over the railing, talking to these blonde influencers in the vip stands. It raised the question of who even had invited them.

„I was just being nice.“ Mason sighed, still not having found his phone so he started to unpack everything from his backpack.

Mason wasn’t just being nice. He was biting his lips, running his fingers through his perfect hair and smirking the whole time. You knew how he flirted and that was exactly it.

„Did you invite them?“ you blurted out, knowing it would probably piss him off if he hadn’t.

And so it did, Mason clenched his jaw as he turned towards you „Look Y/n, I had a really long day. I just wanna have a moment of peace. If you could just stop bitching around for one minute!“

You felt a lump form in your throat and your eyes start to tear up. God, you shouldn’t be so sensitive but Mason was just acting in a way that you had never known before.

This wasn’t you, you weren’t this kinda girlfriend. You had always done everything the right way. The chill way. Never nagging him about anything. So for him to portray you like this, it made you furious. But then again you just swallowed your feelings and walked away.

You felt horrible about the fight that you had with Mason when you woke up the next day, knowing he wouldn’t be there. He had time off of playing and him and some of his pals had planned a vacation to Cancun.

Obviously you would have loved to go but you had booked a role in this amazing project that you didn’t wanna miss out on. And you told Mason he should have a fun time with his friends, not wanting to ruin the guys trip.

All day at work, you thought about how Mason and you had left things. You hated fighting with him and now that he was on the way to Cancun you couldn’t even discuss it with him. So you ended up checking your phone every five minutes and nervously biting your nails, hoping he‘d text you as soon as he landed. He always did it, no matter where he went.

It was when you didn‘t hear from him for three days and saw his friends instagram stories of them in Cancun that you realized he was really mad this time. Maybe he just needed some space, that was normal right?

On day five you couldn’t handle it anymore. You texted Mason, knowing he‘d probably be asleep by now. Telling him that you were sorry about how you left things of and that you missed him. Telling him that you loved him.

Your makeup artist placed her hand on your shoulder as the trailer fell in absolute silence. The only noise was the high pitched voice of the reporter on the small television as everyone watched your boyfriend snuggle up against some blonde woman by a pool in Mexico.

It didn’t stop there. There where thousands of photos and videos of what seemed like a very drunk Mason literally making out with some girl. Surrounded by all his friends that you had once considered your friends. The internet was of course quick to respond, everyone furious with the Chelsea player. Not understanding how he could cheat on you after all this time. After all these years of being considered everyone’s favorite couple.

„Honey.“ Masons mothers voice spoke over the phone „How are you doing?“

You could hear the sadness in her voice, she loved you like a daughter.

„I‘m embarrassed.“ you said dryly, thinking about how you had to shoot the whole day with everyone on set looking at you weirdly. It had been a nightmare.

The press was full with the pictures, you had been harrased by paparazzi after leaving work. It was the one thing everyone was talking about. How could something like this happen in a seemingly perfect relationship.

„Has he called you?“ Masons mother now sighed, the disappointment in her son clearly evident „He hasn’t answered any of our texts. We want you to know that we’re all on your side darling.“

You felt yourself tear up, thinking about how you‘d loose her and her family. Even if they were on your side, Mason was their son and brother. At the end of the day, they would have to cut contact eventually.

„I appreciate that.“ you tried to not start crying as you spoke into your phone „And yes, he called and texted me. I just can’t handle talking to him right now.“

You had never seen Mason like this. Literally on his knees and begging you to not leave him, begging you for forgiveness.

„I know it isn’t an excuse baby.“ he cried, grabbing your hands as you stood in front of your bed „I was so wasted and I was still mad about our fight and then I saw your message and I realized how badly I messed up-"

„But you still did it Mason.“ you cried, even thinking about it made you sick. Having literally had all of your family and friends reach out for you the last couple days, everyone asking if it were true „God, do you know how embarrassed I feel? Even Declan, your literal best friend, called me out of pity.“

Mason buried his face in his hand „But you don’t have to be embarrassed. It’s me, who messed up. I love you so much and this was just all a big mistake. I need you Y/n, we are meant to be.“

„How am I supposed to stay with you after this Mason?“ you chocked, not being able to look at his face or your heart would hurt even more „People would literally think I‘m stupid!“

Mason shook his head, grabbing your face. Hearing that there was a possibility that you still wanted to be with him was enough to give him hope as he looked you deep in the eyes „We will figure out a way to make it work baby. We always did.“

The touch of his hand on yours was firm and tight. It was like he was trying to reassure you that it would be fine. Maybe if you wouldn’t overthink everything it would have been. But right now all you felt was this overwhelming urge to scream.

Your hand was super sweaty as you tried not to suffocate in the black silk dress that suddenly felt way too tight. You stood in the lobby of the hotel, waiting for Masons friends and teammates. Managers, stylists and hotelstaff where running all around you. You tried to concentrate on the pattern of the carpet on the floor as Mason leaned in towards you. His lip slightly touching your ear as he whispered „It will be fine love.“

The car ride was filled with laughter. You didn’t really dare to say anything, not wanting to ruin the mood. After all you understood the guys were pretty excited about this. They had worked hard to get here. It was another posh Gala, which you didn’t really understand. Something connected to the Premier League.

Everyone had their girlfriends by their side. They were different since it all had happens like they all felt sorry for you or better said embarrassed. Their smiles revealing their perfectly white teeth as they laughed along to everything the guys were saying. All happy they weren’t in your shoes.

Some of them even sipping on champagne. You couldn’t, not tonight as it was Masons and yours first public event since, you know what. The risk of something going wrong was just too high, so you skipped on the alcohol. You didn’t want Mason to be mad at you for embarassing him.

He graced your bare thigh, where your dress was cut out, with his hand. His fingers traveling higher with each second. You held your breath feeling Bens eyes on you. Or rather on your exposed leg.

„Mase stop please.“ you muttered under your breath, uncomfortable by the whole thing.

Mason didn’t look at you, he just removed his hand without another word before grabbing his phone from the pocket of his blazer.

„So Y/n…“ Kai smiled, as it got super silent. Noone expected him to actually talk to you. They never did anymore, they just ignored you most of the time. He was there, in Cancun. He had watched it all happen after literally having gone on double dates with the two of you „What are you gonna get Mase if he wins?“

You furrowed your eyebrows, looking at the german guy „I don’t know.“

„Ah, common. He has told us all about how you like to reward him. I know what kind of girl you really are.“ Kai wiggled his eyebrows and everyone started laughing again.

What? You wanted to dissapear into your seat. You were probably as red as a tomato. It was humiliating.

„Shut up Havertz.“ your boyfriend chuckled, still scrolling through his instagram. He didn’t even notice.

The red carpet was filled with world star footballers and celebrities being cheered on by screaming fans. You could feel everybodies looks on you, all of them thinking the same thing.

Mason lead you down the carpet, smiling for the cameras. You tried your best to put on your happiest face. His arms slung around your waist, while he guided you. Just a little further down you could see Kai and his girlfriend pose for the cameras like it was their job. You felt insecure and nervous. Mason must have noticed as he caressed your lower back, in a calming manner.

A few meters away from you Ben was standing. You could feel his eyes on you again. He grinned at the camera, clearly just wanting to be done with this.

And then just when you thought you had done it, you felt Mason let go of your waist as a gorgeous blonde woman approached the two of you. Her bleach blonde waves were hanging losely over her shoulder and her dress showed of her body perfectly. The woman gave Mason a warm smile before wrapping her arms around him. They clearly knew eachother. But the look on Masons face looked rather terrified.

You akwardly stood there watching your boyfriend hug another woman. Camera flashes started to go wild as everybody wondered what was going on. Was she famous?

It took you a while to notice that there were also some people taking pictures of you. The flashes made your eyes tear up as you covered your face, trying to avoid being blinded. People were channting all kinds of different names. You felt your heartbeat raise again. Your ears started ringing and your vision got blurry. Fuck. Don’t panic Y/n. Don’t Panic.

You tried to send Mason a look of desperation but he was too busy, trying to hide his face from the cameras as he muttered words, you couldn’t make out, to the woman.

You felt your breath start to fasten as you held onto your clutch tightly. Your feet frozen as you couldn’t move. You wanted to leave or you’d probably have a breakdown in front of all the cameras but you just couldn’t.

And just like that without having even noticed, a tear slipped down your cheek. It felt like slow motion, when the flashes started being directed at you.

Confused by the whole or deal you notice Mason stare at you and then a hand touched your arm. You looked up at the tall body shielding you from the audience.

„Let’s just walk, okay?“

„I’m… I don’t…“ you stuttered and just nodded „It’s okay… I’ll help you.“

He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to him „Just close your eyes okay?“

You closed your eyes as he held your head close to his chest, making it impossible for anyone to see you.

With that he guided you down the carpet, you could hear the muffled voices of people. Some of them asking Ben if you were okay.

Your heart fluttered feeling the warmth of his body and smelling his cologne. Then inside he led you through a couple of doors before an older womans voice said „You can bring her in here.“

After what felt like an enternity you finally came to standing. Ben let go of his grasp on you. Your hair was probably severly messed up now as you stood there still in shock.

„It’s okay, you can open your eyes now.“ the guy said in a caring way and you slowly opened your eyes.

It took you a couple of second to arrive back in reality and realize where you even where. It looked like a closet or dressing room. Coats hanging everywhere around you, making the space feel tight and suffocating.

„Are you okay?“ Ben spoke up, biting his lips as he was unsure of wheter or not he should ask. You nodded to saying a word.

You spotted a chair in the corner, hesistating before sitting down. Ben watching your every move.

You looked up at him, nervously running your hands through you hair „Thank you.“

Just as simple as that. You didn’t even really know him after all. Having only seen him from a far till now and never having really talked. The guy smiled weakly, burying his hands into the pockets of his pants „It’s fine. For a minute there… Nevermind.“

He shook his head as if he wanted to get rid of his thoughts. You didn’t wonder what he was thinking but didn’t have the courage to ask.

„Mason is gonna be so mad now.“ you sighed, thinking of how you had ruined this whole evening.

But a part of you was also mad. Mad that he would do something like this to you. He knew how you where afraid of these kinds of situations. You wondered who that woman had been. But god, you kinda didn’t even wanna know. The answer was probably as clear as day to everybody as it was to you.

„What?“ Ben asked, furrowing his eyebrows as he looked utterly confused „Why would he be mad? You just panicked. I understand, the cameras and people. It does get kinda overwhelming.“

Overwhelming. That’s what this all was to you. You had pretended to be okay with it but maybe it was all just too much. You just couldn’t forget it.

„Do you know who that woman was?“ Ben asked you as he rested his back against the door, now sitting on the floor.

He had spent the past twenty minutes in this closet with you, trying to cheer you up and make you forget about how you had just embarassed yourself by crying on a red carpet.

„No…“ you shook your head, crossing your legs as you played with the material of your silk dress.

„Probably just a friend.“ the guy cleared his throat but he didn’t sound convinced.

You knew he knew. He had been there. It was her, it had to be „What really happened?“

„Huh?“ Ben furrowed his eyebrows, looking rather confused.

„In Cancun.“ you stated, looking him directly in the eyes as you hoped someone finally be truthful with you „Mason told me it was just one night and he was wasted.“

Ben cleared his throath, nervously fidgeting with his hands. He felt sorry for you and he didn’t understand Mason. In fact he was kind of mad with his friend for doing what he had done.

„Listen Y/n, Masons my friend.“ he sighed, contemplating whether or not he should actually tell you what he knew.

„But?“

„But…“ he took a deep breath before looking at you apologetically „It wasn’t just a one time thing.“

You nodded, looking at Ben who looked absolutely gutted. There was no doubt in your mind that what you were planning to do was unforgivable but it was the only way you could put an end to this "Ben?"

"Yes?"

"I need you to do me a favor."

Mason had his arms crossed as he stared at the stage. The awkward tension clear as you sat between him and his manager. From time to time he would shift around in his chair nervously as you watched the winners being announced in the Theatre.

So the next hour or so was pure torture. As you thought about what you had just done. About how this was the last time you'd ever go to an event with Mason. You looked at the guy from the side, remembering who he had been all these years ago. You were proud of him. He was everything he had ever wanted to be.

„I can’t believe it.“ Mason chuckled, immediately taking of his blazer and throwing it into a corner „You’re bloody mad Y/N.“

You didn’t say anything, you just watched him stuggle with his tie as you took of your heels in silence. The big suite suddenly feeling like a golden prison.

„Why would you have done that?“ Mason now looked at you, dissapointment in his face „You know what everybody is gonna think now? That I’m a freaking prick that makes his girlfriend cry.“

„Because you are?“ you asked, raising your eyebrows.

Mason looked confused at your suddely confident remark. He studied your expression before carfully asking „What?“

„Because you are a prick.“ you sighed, shrugging your shoulders as you started undressing yourself „Right? You are not only a prick but also a liar.“

„What are you talking about. Is this still about me cheating-“

„No it’s about the fact that you literally slept with that woman multiple times in Cancun and told me it was a one time drunken mistake.“ you chuckled, dropping your dress to the floor as you shook your head.

Mason looked baffled, he hadn’t expected this „What? Who told you this-“

„So it’s true.“ you walked into the bathroom, closely followed by Mason as you stood in front of the mirror and tied up your hair.

Mason crossed his arms, trying so hardly to figure out what you planned to do. As you started removing your makeup with a wipe all while standing there in nothing but your underwear.

„I didn’t want to hurt you more than-“ but you cut him off with a smirk.

„So you lied out of love?“

Mason knew this was hopeless, there was no chance you’d ever forgive him for this. And he realized how stupid he had been. He hated himself so much because looking at you he saw the woman, who had been there all these years. His Y/n, how would he ever be able to do this without you?

And when you wiped the makeup of your neck, in the most obvious kind of manner. That’s when he knew what you had done as he saw your neck covered in marks that he sure as hell hadn’t left on you. Mason approached you, his hand rubbing your neck as if he tried to see if he could wipe them off.

„What have you done?“ he hissed as he frustratedly rubbed your skin and you knew you were about to break his heart.

„The mind can forget Mason, but the heart doesn’t forget.“ you spoke, tears filling your eyes as you stared into his „I wouldn’t have been able to let you go. No matter what. So I had to do something that you’d never be able to live with.“

Mason looked scared, his mind immediately going to all the worst possible scenarios. And then it hit him, the only possible person that you could have done this with tonight.

„He wouldn’t have done that.“ Mason hissed, shaking his head not wanting to believe you.

„I’m sorry. He owed me a favor.“ you whispered, actually meaning it as Mason took a step back. He felt nauseous at the thought of you being with his friend, of his friend having touched you. Of you having kissed and done things he wouldn't wanna even think about.

„I-“ Mason shook his head, looking at you in disgust „I can’t.“

He turned around and walked out the bathroom and a little later you heard the hotelroom door being shut. And in that moment you felt absolutely empty but you knew, you had done exactly what you had to in order for you to move on.

„If I can’t leave, you will have to it for me.“

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Truthfully - Jude Bellingham x Reader

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summary: In which Jude totally gets the wrong idea when he sees you vacation with his rival and friend Jamal Musiala.

Pursing your lips as you stared at your reflection in the glass of the display window. Ignoring the guys voices behind you, telling you to forget it. You were ripped out your daydream by a bike, driving right into your shin.

„Ouch Jamal!“ you yelled out, looking at the young guy that had just rode his bike straight into you.

„Sorry.“ the Bayern Munich player chuckled as his eyes fell on what you were looking at „I don’t think that’s a smart idea.“

He was talking about the brownies that you were staring at. Being that you were in Amsterdam for Germany friendlies against the Netherlands, you were truly contemplating actually trying some. This was Amsterdam after all, the capital of weed.

„Shut up Bambi.“ you punched his elbow before hoping on your bike again and starting to catch up with the rest of the guys with Jamal struggling to keep up with you.

„Can we do something together tonight?“ Jamal sighed, looking at you with a smirk on his face.

You sighed, trying to keep from smiling. Jamal was like a brother to you. You loved him very much although he could be super annoying. And you of course understood he had it hard with all the guys in his club being so much older than him.

„Alright.“ you then chuckled, seeing Serge Gnabry and Leroy Sane wait for you just a little further. They had been assigned as yours and Jamals babysitters. Not that you needed one but it was all just because of your dad being totally paranoid.

At the same time Jude was training with the England Squad at St.Georges. Checking his phone a million times a day, refreshing his instagram page just to see if there was any sign of the mysterious german girl he had met while he was in Dortmund being alive.

He had met Y/n at a party and was instantly smitten by her charm. And of course that was also the case for the young woman. You ended up exchanging numbers and basically texting day and night.

The connection was instant and Jude even took you out on a couple of dates. You spent a weekend at his place and some stuff happened. It meant a lot to him and he felt like things were going well until you basically ghosted him a couple of days ago. Just before he had to go to England. The youngster had called, texted and tried to reach out for you all weekend long. But nothing, not even a ‚leave me alone‘ text.

„Ah, Bambi nein!“ Serge Gnabry yelled as he entered your hotel room without even knocking and saw the young guy laying on the bed with you. You rolled your eyes, throwing popcorn at Serge. They were constantly picking on Jamal, it wasn’t even funny anymore.

„Get out Serge.“ Jamal groaned, pausing the movie playing on his laptop as he sat up on your bed.

„No there’s none of this happening here.“ Serge pointed at the two of you, indicating that something was gonna happen between you and Jamal.

You scrunched your nose, internally cringing „Stop it Serge! How did you even get in here?“

„Your dad gave me a spare keycard.“ Serge giggled, wiggling his eyebrows „I told him I’d watch out for you and when I saw Bambi come in here, I was alarmed.“

You sighed, burying your face in the pillows. Your dad could be so overprotective. If only he knew, you had zero interest in Jamal. The only thought on your mind was this one british boy, that was basically blowing up your phone all weekend long.

You missed Jude very much but you had found yourself in quite a situation. Let’s just say that you hadn’t been fully truthful about who you really were to him. And now you found yourself being in love with someone you knew, your dad would never approve of.

Monday came around and you were touring the city alone that day, with your dad being off in training. Jamal promised he‘d join in the afternoon, so you just spent your mornings alone doing some online school.

The whole time you held your phone in your hand, contemplating wheter or not you should text or call Jude. But what were you even gonna say? That you had straight up just lied to him. No, you couldn’t do that.

So when Jamal was finally free, you joined him at the hotel pool. Which didn’t have any other guests because the whole hotel had been rented for the National Team. You sat next to the pool, holding your legs in the water as you watched Jamal nearly drown on his floatable Flamingo.

„Are you like twelve?“ you chuckled, watching the extremely clumsy guy trying to stay afloat.

„No, this is really unpractical.“ Jamal squealed and you couldn’t help but pull out your phone to film the guy. Laughing your ass off behind the camera as Jamal eventually ended up under water.

„You’re such an idiot!“

Later that afternoon you conviced Jamal to come shopping with you. The young Bayern Munich player just followed behind you sternly, really not interested in anything. It was when you were just grabbing some ice cream at a stand and Jamal was holding on to your bags that you were approached by some German fans.

„Musiala!“ the teenage girl squealed and Jamal immediately looked terrified.

„Can we take pictures?“ another one asked and soon a lot of people accumulated to take pics with the young star. All the while you stood there a big smile on your face. You were really proud of how far the young guy had come.

But you could see it was starting to be a little too much for the guy, so you decided to end his misery by walking up to him and wrapping your arm around his shoulder before whispering „Let’s go.“

Jamal nodded, still totally flustered as you pulled him through the small crowd. Their phones still on you as they watched you walk away.

Jude clenched his jaw as he scrolled through his instagram that night. Of course he had immediately recognized the female voice in his childhood friend Jamals instagram story. And when he looked at what the young guy had been up to, he stumbled across videos of the very german girl he liked and Jamal in Amsterdam.

In Judes mind this made no sense. You had never mentioned knowing Jamal to him. He knew you were from Munich but this was honestly something he could have never imagined. His mind immediately went through every scenario; was Jamal your boyfriend, had you cheated on him? Or were you just some girl that was after Football players?

He was incerdibly mad. He had asked you to come to England with him and you had told him you couldn’t. And now seeing you were in the Netherlands with his rival it all made sense. He tried to call you again, wanting to give you the chance to explain yourself. But after it went to voicemail over and over again, in his fury he decided to send you one last text before throwing his phone against the wall.

Honestly can’t believe you. Is Jamal your boyfriend? Did you just use me for fun? What the fuck is wrong with you honestly.

You were ripped out your sleep by none other then Serges voice basically yelling next to you. You slowly opened your eyes, trying to adjust to the light and were startled when seeing the older guy literally standing next to you.

„Serge!“ you yelled, sitting up in your bed, totally shaken by him just being there in your room „What the fuck are you doing here!“

„I came to wake you up!“ Serge squealed, then he held up your phone and you ripped your eyes wide open „Why the hell do you have Jude Bellingham in your phone? And why did he call you ten times last night?“

Your blood was boiling as you jumped out your bed, ripping your phone away from the guy. Serge took a step back, sensing that you were incredibly mad.

„Why the hell do you look at my phone?“ you hissed, feeling like he had really overstepped a line here. You would expect something like this from your dad but it was just too much that the whole team felt like they needed to protect you.

„I was just turning off your alarm and then I saw.“ Serge stuttered, holding up his hands in defense „But that’s not the problem here Y/n. The real problem is Jude.“

Serge had lectured you all morning about why you being with Jude was a problem. It wasn’t like he said anything you didn’t already know. From him playing for Dortmund to you betraying your dad, everything was included.

But you couldn’t worry about him right now, you had seen Judes text and immediately started panicking. You then saw Jamal had uploaded the video, you had taken of him from the pool yesterday. And then you stumbled across the many pictures some fan had taken of you and Jamal shopping. Including where you had your arm wrapped around him.

„Jamal!“ you whisper yelled, grabbing the boy by his collar as you pulled him aside. All the guys were leaving the hotel and going to the arena but you had to talk to Jamal before he left.

„Why did you upload the video of us by the pool?“ you hissed, knowing that was what had started this all.

„What…I…“ Jamal stuttered, looking around the empty hallway as your face was dangerously close to his „It was a funny video. I didn’t see-“

„Great!“ you hissed, letting go of the boy and running your hand through your hair frustratedly.

„What’s the problem?“ Jamal asked, sounding worried as he sensed your distress.

„It’s just.“ you sighed, wrapping your arms around yourself as you felt a wave of sadness wash over you „Jude.“

„Jude?“ Jamal furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, shaking his head „Who’s- Wait!“

You covered the guys mouth as he was basically yelling so he spoke against your hand, his voice muffled „Bellingham?“

Nodding, you let go of Jamal, gesturing him to be quiet as you looked aorund to make sure noone was listening.

„I kind of had this thing with him-“

„What!“ Jamal hissed, looking incredibly shocked „You and Jude? For real?“

„Yes.“ you sighed, feeling like him being quite was hopeless „But you can’t tell anyone. It’s not even serious yet.“

„How can it be not serious! This is you! You and Jude!“

You ended up telling Jamal everything. From how you met Jude to why you had completely ghosted him. And how he now thought you had cheated with him. He probably hated you.

Jamal didn’t really get the time to give you any advice as you had to go off to the game. Sitting in the stands, you couldn’t help but think about Jude. If only you could just tell him the whole truth. You knew you had to, not wanting to hurt any more people.

The sound of the airplane engine was wildy oversounded by the guys celebrating their win. You were on your way back to Germany after the friendlies and what could be described a short vacation with the team in Amsterdam.

Jamal sitting to your right as Serge was on your left, the whole time with crossed arms. He somehow was still offended by the whole Jude thing as he felt like you getting with a Bvb player was the worst betrayal in history.

„Can you stop being mad at me Serge?“ you hissed under your breath, not wanting to catch anyone’s attention.

It wasn’t even like Jude still wanted anything to do with you, you had tried to reach out to him. Telling him you could explain everything and that it wasn‘t that simple. But Jude only hit you with a „Never talk to me again.“

„No I can’t stop being mad.“ Serge shook his head as he looked straight ahead „We didn’t raise you like this.“

„Serge I think you don‘t even know Jude.“ Jamal now stepped in, which wasn’t really a smart idea. Because next thing you knew Serge leaned over you, grabbing Jamals collar.

„You knew about this Bambi?“ Serge squealed, actung literally crazy.

„Seriously Serge?“ you whined, frustrated with the guys stubbornness as you pushed him back to his seat „I already have a dad-“

„What about me?“ your dad suddenly stood next to the three of you, looking down at you with raised eyebrows.

You took a deep breath looking at your father before putting on your most innocent smile „It’s nothing.“

This was probably a bad idea, you knew that. But you just couldn’t stop thinking about Jude. You had to see him and there was just one place you could be absoluetly sure to do so. With your bag packed you took your car, leaving a note on the kitchen counter for your dad telling him you’d be gone for a while.

You knew your dad was gonna be mad at you again for not telling him personally. But you had to hurry if you wanted to be in Dortmund in time for their match against Leipzig.

The problem of how you’d even get in the stadium of course crossed your mind. But that’s when you remembered an old friend of your dads.

Sitting in the vip stands, right by the the tunnel entrance as you awaited the guys. You were incredibly nervous, running your hand though your hair. You of course wanted to look good as you were soon gonna see Jude. You sighed, looking at the millions texts your dad had sent you.

„Missed you at the game today. Where exactly are you? - Kisses Dad“

You couldn’t help but feel guilty but that didn’t last long because shortly after the guys ran out on the field. You held your breath when you finally saw Jude again.

Jude didn’t notice you at first, it was after the game started when he ran out to drink something that his eyes fell on the sector behind his team. And when his gaze fell on you, he almost chocked on his water.

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing and actually felt a little confused. He had seen your countless text, where you requested to talk to him. But he had never thought you’d go to these lengths to actually do so.

„Jude.“ you whispered, standing in the tunnel as Jude approached you. Drenched in sweat as he had just ran across the field for 90 Minutes straight.

„What on earth are you doing here?“ Jude hissed, making sure not to cause a scene in the full tunnel.

„I…I…“ you stuttered, biting your lips as Judes face was only inches away from you „I had to talk to you.“

Jude raised his eyebrows, not believing the audacity you had to show up at his game like nothing had happened. He didn’t want any of this, it was too complicated „Look Y/n, I really don’t want any problems with Jamal-“

„Y/n!“ a blonde haired guy with the biggest smile approached Jude and you.

Jude took a step back, looking a little confused as his teammate hugged the very girl he was in love with. Y/n wrapped her arms around him as she smiled.

„Jule!“ she greeted Julian as he looked her up and down.

„God, you’ve grown so much again!“ Julian smiled and Jude felt absoluetly lost „How’s Manuel?“

„He’s great.“ you fake smiled, slightly cringing at the mention of your dad.

„Wait who’s Manuel?“ Jude now bursted out, looking at Julian.

„Manuel Neuer?“ Julian raised his eyebrows, looking at you „Y/n is his daughter.“

„Your dad is Manuel Neuer?“

You ended up telling Jude everything. How your dad had you when he was still very young and how you had never even met your mother. And why you were in Amsterdam and that Jamal was like your brother.

When your dad saw you on television at the Dortmund match, you obviously had some explaining to do. Deciding you were done with the lies you eventually revealed that you had been seeing Jude behind his back.

Manuel was of course a little mad, he was mostly dissapointed you didn’t tell him. But he wasn’t even the worst part. It was just the whole team, acting like total idiots. For example when you watched them in training one day, Leroy approached you.

„Hey du.“ Sane threw a ball at you, that hit your shoulder making you jump.

„Ouch- What the hell?“ you looked at the older guy with furrowed brows.

„Heard about you and Bellingham.“ he sighed, crossing his arms as he stood in front of the stands „So you support Dortmund now, huh?“

„No.“ you rolled your eyes, sick of the accusations „I support Jude, yes, but Bayern’s still my club.“

„Yeah sure.“ Serge now chuckled a couple meters away from you, obviously having listened to your conversations with Leroy. God he was so bitter.

„So have the two met yet?“ Leroy giggled, amused by the thought of your dad and Jude at the same table.

„No. But Judes coming over this weekend.“

„Good luck.“ Serge laughed, making you wanna rip his head off „Your dad has always disliked him ever since Jude literally ran him over on the pitch. Only god can help you.“

Judes hand were super sweaty and you could tell he was extremly nervous. You chuckled intertwining your fingers as you put your left hand on his chest „It’s gonna be fine Jude.“

„I don’t know.“ Jude sighed, biting his lips as he looked out the tunnel where he already could see some guys training.

„Dad liked you right?“ you tried to encourage him, remembering the dinner you had with your father.

Things actually went really well. After the first shock, your dad was super nice and him and Jude got along. It just showed that sometimes it’s more about misconceptions that we have about eachother.

„This is my family Jude.“ you looked out at Serge goofing around with Jamal, while Leroy stood next to them shaking his head. Even though they could be the most annoying people on the planet, they were still important to you.

„Alright.“ Jude smiled, before pressing his lips onto your‘s one last time. You kissed him back as his hands wrapped around your waist. Jude pulled away from you, a smile plastered on his face as he grabbed your hand „I love you.“

„Now what is this?" you were ripped back to reality by Leroys voice. You pulled away from Jude, who was scratching the back of his neck nervously when seeing the three Bayern Munich players stand a few meters away from him. Basically staring the poor guy down.

„In my freaking tunnels.“ Serge crossed his arms as Jamal playfully punched his shoulder, telling him to shut up. You chuckled slightly, wrapping your arm around Judes waist.

„Guys this is Jude.“

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