Uhm, smut yea I'm just gonna leave this here also the pic I found is kinda... no strange warnings ig, might be slight choking, degrading, praising, and angry sex ;) also this is a made up race so don't attack me <3
Silence fell in the room as the entire crew stared at the tv praying that this was a hallucination. Unfortunately for everyone in the room it was not, both Max and Charles were taken out of the race with one bump from Hamilton sending Max spiraling into Leclerc.
You couldn't feel anything as you watched his car slam into the wall. Panic finally setting in and you run out of the room towards the track going to get Max all of your instincts screaming at you to go make sure he was okay.
But just as you were about to step foot on the track there was an arm around your waist holding you back. Your whole body flashed with rage and you were so angry at the person holding you back from Max. You started kicking, screaming, and punching the poor person trying to save your life.
You were pulled to the ground you gave up and just cried you grabbed the person around the neck and cried into their shoulder. "Shhh it's ok, he's ok there wasn't a fire and he got out and is able to walk." a calm voice tried to soothe you. You tried to recognize the voice but couldn't calm down enough to focus.
"Hey can you look at me please I wanna make sure you're still breathing." He chuckled lightly. You looked up to see your older brother Daniel holding you and keeping you from killing yourself trying to get to Max. He smiled down at you and pulled you into a tight hug. Your sobs subsided down into quiet sniffles and you stood up with a little help from Daniel.
He helped you back to the room with the rest of the crew they all gave you a reassuring nod and a little less than ten minutes later Max slams the door open. He. Looks. Pissed. You ran and jumped into his arms feeling his body slightly relax with you in his arms. He rested his head in the crook of your neck and whispered into your hair "I'm gonna destroy something later, whether it be you or Hamilton is up to you." Your eyes widened and face flushed.
You were fully expecting him to be so mad he wouldn't say a word. So let's just say you certainly weren't expecting this. You lightly drop to the floor and look up into Max's eyes. His widen with shock and you feel his thumb graze over your cheek where your tears had been falling moments ago. He removed his hand from your face and you looked over to his hand and his thumb was covered with the mascara that had run, he had bought you that mascara for your anniversary.
He smiled a bit at you and pulled you into a kiss by your waist. The rest of the team expecting this just turned and continued watching the race knowing that their driver was ok but still had another on the track. You and Max separated and went to sit on one of the couches to watch the rest of the race. When you sat down you looked over to your brother and mouthed a silent 'thank you' to him. He just smiled at you and gave you a wink and looked over at Max. You rolled your eyes and flipped him off out of view of everyone else. He just grinned and turned back to the tv.
time skip brought to you by how blue Max's eyes are <3
You and Max returned to the hotel room. You sat down on the window ledge and stared at the beautiful view from the top floor. You heard Max approach from behind you and felt him quietly wrap his arms around your waist and began kissing the side of your neck. "Quit being such a tease love." you whispered out trying to conceal your whine.
He smiled into your neck and began pulling your shirt off, well his shirt you had stolen for race day. He turned you around and picked you up, carrying you to your queen sized hotel bed. He threw you down into the middle of the bed and basically ripped his racing suit and fireproofs off. He crawled on top of you and started aggressively making out with you, his thumb tugged at your bottom lip and you parted your lips for his tongue to slip in making you quietly moan out against him.
