*ೃ࿔ ≡ 🏎️🌫️🫧 .･*｡ max verstappen x fem!reader — — the one where max usually isn't so sentimental, but something about him is different after you.
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— And Max, question for you. do you have a favorite memory from this year?
— Ah, racing or no? Any?
— Any. yeah, any.
— Several. It has been a very good year, all around. But there is one. I guess, in the least amount of words, I've learned a new favorite song.
— Oh?
— My wife likes it very much, so.
SIX MONTHS AGO
HE'S ALWAYS ENJOYED DANCING WITH YOU.
When you met, he usually could only steal those moments inside a club or bar with loud music and a drink in each of your hands. Back then, dancing usually ended up with both of you in whatever hotel he was booked up in with Red Bull and his racing stuff thrown all over the room and doing something else entirely under the sheets.
A very different kind of dancing.
Now, he considers himself blessed with some kind of cosmic luck. He's managed to make things work. Despite the long distance and the arguments, the two of you always make it back to each other. He's hurt you, and you've hurt him, but in the end it didn't seem to matter all too much. For him, always came back to you. Always.
You two own a home together, buried in the further out rolling hills of Monaco. He still adores the country, and could never find it in himself to want to leave. His life started here, not only with racing, seeing it was the very place he met you.
You were both so different then. Young, stupid, whatever you wanted to call it.
You're both older now, smarter, kinder, gentler. You've learned the ins and outs of each other, figured out what makes the other tick. But Max likes to say he learns something new every day, like how's he's just learned that you look the best in black. He'll say you're beautiful in blue, stunning in red, sexy in white, and adorable in anything of his. But black is his favorite. It's classic, it's timeless, something he'll never get over.
He's seen you in skin tight dresses in a club, in formal floor length gowns while being his date to those FIA events he hated so much, in matching exercise sets when you promise you'll join him for a run, in matching lingerie that he's ruined, in a a black bra and shorts waddling around your home while carrying your first born son.
