Formula 1 | One Shots (1)

Ready For It 🔥 | Max Verstappen

Authors Note: this story was requested by: Maxieandsebforever 

⚠️ 18+ spicy!!! Little plot, mainly spice. Skip if desired.
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The rain was drizzling over the podium, mixing with my tears as they slipped down my cheeks. The Brazilian GP had been chaos, beauty, heartbreak, and success all in one. And now, here we were. Max stood at the top step, soaked in champagne and rain, his trophy held tight in his hands.

It had been seven races. Seven long, frustrating races without a win. He never said much about it, never complained, but I knew. I knew how much it weighed on him, how much he hated to lose, even when he was still leading the championship. He was a three time World Champion, winning was in his blood. And today, he had finally done it again.

As the Dutch anthem played, he lifted his eyes and found mine. Even through the rain, I could see the fire in them, the relief, the pride, the emotion he tried so hard to keep buried. But I saw him, I always did. My heart swelled as I smiled up at him, my face slightly damn from the rain, my hands shaking from the overwhelming feeling of it all.

This was his moment. And yet, somehow, he still made me feel like I was part of it.

Max's grip tightened around the trophy, his expression unreadable to the rest of the world. But I knew that look. I had seen it in hotel rooms late at night when he let himself be vulnerable, when the pressure of being Max wasn't weighing on his shoulders. It was his way of saying, "we did it." His way of telling me he had never stopped fighting, that he had done this for himself, for his team and for the people who loved him.

I looked up at him, biting my lip as more tears slipped free. He smirked just slightly, almost as if telling me, "come on, don't cry, you'll make me emotional too". But I could see it, the slight quiver in his jaw, the tightness in his throat. This win meant more than just points or trophies. It was a reminder that he was still him. That no matter what, he would always fight his way back to the top.

As the anthem ended, the crowd cheered, but for a few seconds, it felt like it was just the two of us.

I mouthed, "I'm so proud of you."

Max only gave me the smallest nod, but his eyes spoke for him. "I know. I love you."

And in that moment, under the Brazilian sky, with the rain still falling and his victory sealed, I had never loved him more.

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I waited patiently, my heart pounding as I watched Max move through the post race chaos. Media duties, interviews, team photos...he handled it all with the same confidence he always did. But I knew him. I saw the restless energy in his stance, the way his fingers twitched at his sides. He was looking for me.

I stood off to the side with some of his team, my arms crossed, barely holding myself together as I watched him. The adrenaline was still coursing through me, my chest filled with emotions I couldn't quite describe. And then, finally...finally, his eyes found mine.

For a second, everything else disappeared. The crowd, the cameras, the endless amount of people in the paddock, it all blurred into nothing. There was only Max. Only the way his blue eyes darkened with something fierce, something unstoppable.

And then he moved.

He didn't hesitate, didn't stop to think. He pushed past everyone...his team, the journalists, whoever was in his way, until he was right in front of me.