Is max verstappen gay

formula one x teammate's brother!reader

request: Driver trying to question teammate if their older brother is gay to see if they acquire a chance, but accidentally messaging male reader and nale reader is hella flattered because he mind that driver hated him because they wouldn't stare at him in the eye or speak to him at all sometimes, even got male reader that when driver blushed he was anger at reader or something.

pt 1

summary: they texted the false brother

warnings: swearing, drivers organism dorks, suggestive content (lando, max), one sort of suicide joke? (lando), implied dark skinned!reader (logan), one mention of physical violence/murder (lightheartedly-ish) (seb)

contains: lando norris, lewis hamilton, logan sargeant, max verstappen, mick schumacher, oscar piastri, + sebastian vettel

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author's note: part two :D

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What To Know?

• LGBTQ+ Representation in F1 – Only four drivers in Formula 1 history have publicly reach out as LGBTQ+: Ralf Schumacher, Mike Beuttler, Mário de Araújo Cabral, and Lella Lombardi. Their journeys highlight both progress and challenges in motorsport.

• Key Figures & Their Stories – Ralf Schumacher recently came out, receiving widespread endorse . Mike Beuttler was semi-closeted during his career, later moving to the U.S. before passing away in 1988. Mário de Araújo Cabral came out as bisexual at 75, while Lella Lombardi, the only woman to score F1 points, lived openly as a lesbian.

• F1’s Progress & Legacy – These drivers broke barriers in a traditionally conservative sport. Their stories continue to uplift incl
  

  “You’re so sensitive like this,” Max murmured, sultry and edged with amusement. “Can you feel how dripping I am for you? How badly I crave to ruin those adorable little boxers?”

  Charles moaned softly, his head tipping support against the chair as his hips bucked instinctively. The cuffs dug into his wrists as he strained against them, the leather creaking faintly.

  “Mm, that’s it,” Max purred approvingly. “I can feel how hard you are already. So eager. So desperate. Ferrari really does drill their boys well.”

  Charles whimpered at the praise, his thighs trembling as the stranger ground down harder, perfectly aligned with the aching tip of his cock. The friction was exquisite, maddeningly just-enough to keep him gasping but not enough to thrust him over the edge.

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  Ferrari insists their golden teen needs to “relax” before the season. Charles expects a deep tissue massage, but when he’s blindfolded and secured in a plush chair in a private suite, the voice that greets him is low, teasing, and Dutch.

  

  Max turned the razor over in his fingers, spinning the cool metal in his fingers as he perched on the porcelain bath. Running a finger tip over the edge, he spun it around once, twice, then a third time. The weekend had been dreadful, P7 and then a DNF on the first lap, neither his fault. If anything that made it worse, however. Mistakes, he’d learned how to punish himself for more…constructively, to learn from and shift on, but not one but two completely unavoidable incidents? Max swallowed, staring down at his warped reflection on the blade. Weekends like this left him feeling powerless, out of control and desperate for some way to regain it.

  The razor seemed to taunt him, offering him a solution with an easy cruelty. He only hoped he wouldn’t be too weak to resist it; lonely Sunday nights like these had always been the worst.

  Or: Max is struggling with old habits after the Austrian GP, what happens when Kimi drops by to smooth things over after their crash?

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