Motorsport One Shots/Preferences

Too much pressure...{Max Verstappen}

WARNINGS: Content is of a "VERY spicy" nature. Some of this gets semi violent I guess. But it's not too bad. And for the love of all that is holy, you don't have to like Max but keep it to yourself.

Y/n is a formula 1 driver. More specifically, you're a Red Bull driver. Making you Max Verstappen's team mate. Set in the 2022 calendar. The Austrian Grand Prix has just ended and you're both back in the garage. Ok, you made a risky move. On the second to last lap, you dived down the inside of him when there was absolutely no more than a cars width there. Stewards dismissed it as it was just on the correct side of legal. You won the race with Max behind, despite team orders to let him through. Despite your intentions being clear, you're also going for this championship. There's been a tension building all year with both of you wanting the same title. But apparently this is the straw that broke the camels back...

"Y/n! Don't you walk away from me!" You could hear Christians voice following as you try doing exactly that.
"Come on, I don't get why you even thought I'd consider letting Max win? After last year, I thought we were all clear. I helped him, I don't expect him to help me this time but I'd have expected less team tactics." You barely even turned to look at him as you were speaking. But when your focus shifts completely back to walking away, who walks through the door to the garage? Of course, the man himself. Looking pissed.
"What the fuck was that?" He screamed in your face, so close you could feel the heat coming from him.
"I'd call that a Max special" snapping back with confidence. That didn't help his mood one bit, but before he could do or say anything else, Christian stepped in and told you both to calm down and keep walking.
Staying quiet, you both walk out into the back corridor and headed to your individual driver rooms. Finally being able to stop and breathe, you start thinking. That move was a bit risky. And it could have taken us both out. That's not wise for the team either.
Not even 5 minutes later you get up and start heading towards Max's room. You're a little anxious as he's already pissed. You're going to apologise but that depends on if he murders you on sight.
Arriving at the door, you give it a little knock and open it without an answer. Your nerves got the better of you and you just needed to get this over and done with before you go to debrief.
Walking in, the door closes behind you and you're left just looking at Max just sitting on the sofa. He looks up at you, first confused and then, as predicted, pissed.
"No, get the fuck out. Are you fucking crazy? What the fuck were you thinking, that move?" At least he's downgraded his voice to just below shouting. That's an improvement on earlier you guess. He's standing up and walking towards you as he's speaking. You're still fairly close to the door. It's at the end of a small area not long enough to call a corridor but more of an alcove.
"Funnily enough, that's exactly what I thought about your move last weekend. You know, the one where we both ended up in the wall?" it came out a bit more sassy then you meant it to be. But you couldn't help but get that in there.
This riled him up more and he rushed towards you, pinning you against the door you had just entered through. Your heart began racing, not knowing what his next move would be. You just stared back at him and you both stayed staring at each other. Flicking from one eye to the other. Both of your breaths had increased. He licked his lips quickly and you looked down at them. Before even knowing what was happening you found yourselves locking your lips together. Still pinned against the back of the door. He broke away only to look down behind you and lock the door.
A frenzy ensued. Manically hard kissing and shuffling back to the sofa where Max had originally been sat. He unzipped your race suit. Peeling it from your already sweating body and dropping it down to your hips. Next he fiddled with your underlayer, pulling it up over your head before going straight back to your lips. You break away again, wriggling your way out of the rest of the race suit and your leggings and shoes. Meanwhile, max was stripping his off. As his suit dropped, you went straight for his pants. Pulling them down his thighs just enough for his cock to spring out. He groans as you run your tongue from base to tip and stand back up. He wraps a hand around your throat and pulls you back in for kissing. Both as dominant as each other, you push him back towards the sofa, making him sit before climbing on top of his lap. Grinding your wet folds all up and down his rock hard cock, driving him insane. The need to fuck you burning in his eyes as he watches you tease and turn yourself on even more. His hands run up the back of your thighs as you move you hips. He grabs your ass and forces you to lift from him before moving his cock into position and letting your pussy swallow it. It felt so good having him stretch your tight pussy wide open. Both of you moan as it slides in so easily. You start moving up and down and his hips buck in mirror image. He lifts your bra up over your tits and starts licking your already hard nipples as you both start moving quicker. Your moans intensify as your stomach begins to knot. Trying not to get caught, he grabs the back of your head and pulls it in to his face. Hoping you'll stay quiet. Lips brushing as you both pant. Subtle noises coming from both of your mouths as you're building up to climax. "Ah fuck, Max" you struggle to control the volume of your voice.
"That's it y/n. Fucking cum on my cock."
Those words like magic, the knot releases and you both slow down as you orgasm and your legs start shaking. Your intense climax is enough to push him over the edge as his cock twitches inside of you and fills you with his cum. You both still slowly rock, breathless and gripping on to each other as you come down from the euphoria. After a few seconds of nothing but panting you finally manage to speak.
"I only came to apologise" almost laughing thinking about what just happened.
"Well this feels like a pretty good apology to me" Max replies still breathing heavily and obviously still enjoying the experience.
A knock at the door takes you both out of your trance like bubble, looking to the door knowing it's locked but half expecting someone to walk in.
"What?" Max shouts to the mysterious knock.
"You're late for debrief and we can't find y/n either" it was Christian. You both look at the watch on Max's wrist, fuck he wasn't joking. You were both a full 20 minutes late.
"I've not seen y/n. Maybe she's with the stewards over that stupid overtake? I'll be up to debrief in like 5 minutes, I got stuck with media stuff." You manage not to laugh as it's a pretty obvious lie but the truth wouldn't go down well either.

"As soon as you can then please Max, and if you see y/n, bring her up too."

Well, I did warn you guys that it would get "spicy". I'm considering doing this story line as a full book on here but I'm not sure. Let me know what you think. I would also like to apologise for going AWOL, I don't get much time these days as I'm constantly working but I'm still passionate about writing.