Formula 1 - One Shots [First Book]

Under The Table - {Max Verstappen}

A/N: Have y'all noticed how long Max's goddamn fingers are? Me neither till pasfeatvic send a picture and I was like yes I need to write something with that because I was studying history of the conflicts in the Middle East and I needed a smut break.

Warning: Max's fingers are long and he likes to use them on inappropriate moments.

"It's very nice to take me and my parents out for dinner, Max". You smiled while looking over at him in the reflection of the mirror you were seated in front of. "I just want to meet them in the best way possible". You giggled and rolled your eyes as Max gave you a boyish grin. "And of course let them think you're the perfect son in law".

Max smiled a little and looked away from you, letting you know you were right. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked back at you as you dipped the little, detailed brush of your liquid eyeliner into the small pot of black ink.

He swore he could look at you for hours, drawing the thinnest line onto your eyelid with such precision he will never understand. "You're staring at me". You mentioned, pausing a moment as you could feel Max's crystal eyes on you. "I'm just looking at how you're adding art to an already beautiful painting". Max smoothly said, a smug grin tugging on his full lips.

"Cheesy". You replied, nevertheless smiled at it. The smallest blush blossomed on your cheeks, however you choose to ignore it and finish the line on your left eye. Max stared at your concentrated face, your tongue poking out a little that made him groan softly, looking away briefly only to turn his head back again later.

Max just loved watching you doing your make up, he was curious for what every product was and what I'd do. He always told you, you didn't need any of it as you'd be just as gorgeous as you would be with makeup, but he always added that he didn't mind if you liked making up your face. All that mattered for Max was that you felt just as pretty as he thought you were.

You were done with your eyeliner, the wing sharp and thin, not too big, not too small. Max cocked his head lightly to the side when he watched you brush a little amount of brown powder just under your cheekbones, his lips slightly parting at the shiny powder you added above. You stood up and turned to him with a smile.

Max's nostrils caught the whiff of perfume around you, his favourite. He loved it when his shirts smelled like you and he immediately placed his hands on your lower back to pull you into his chest. "You look very handsome". You said as your hands went to his shoulders and chest, smoothing out the material of the grey shirt that snuggly fitted his thick biceps and broad front.

"And you're the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen". Max smiled and you scoffed, turning your head away at the blush that he managed to blossom on your face yet again. He smiled and placed a kiss on the side of your face, one hand reaching up to place underneath your chin to kiss you. "Are you ready to go?". You nodded and laced your fingers through his.

You arrived at the restaurant a little later than your parents, but they didn't mind as they could just take a seat at the table Max had booked. Max had his hand placed on the small of your back as you waved at your parents. You greeted them with a hug and a kiss and Max politely waited till he could shake their hands and introduce himself.

He pulled a chair back for you and you sat down with a smile. "Nice to finally meet you, Max. We're happy she found someone she's so happy with, however we'd like her home a little more often!". Your mother laughed and you chuckled a little, knowing she missed you when you went along with Max to his race weekends.

"I'm sorry, Mrs Y/L/N. She made the mistake to fall for a F1 driver". Max grinned at you and you rolled your eyes, the smile never leaving your face nonetheless.