One Shots - Formula 1 [REQUESTS CLOSED]

Leftovers - Max Verstappen

This is an angry Verstappen for LittleMissUnnoticed ! Thank you for your request :))

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"George! I was just on my way to see Seychelle! You did so great in qualifying yesterday!" George Russell was just outside the Williams motorhome when you caught sight of him in the paddock. His girlfriend, Seychelle, was your best friend amongst the Formula 1 drivers' girlfriends. You were the same age, compared to most of them who were already past 25, married or with kids.

You had met Seychelle a while ago, when she wasn't dating George yet, but was coming to the races to see her brother Nyck de Vries, a Formula 2 driver. It was a bit weird at first, because you knew she dated Max, your boyfriend. But she told you it was a long time ago, that they didn't even have feelings for each other nor had sex together. It was just a teenage romance.

Now she was dating George, who had been promoted to Formula 1, and you saw each other at most races, at least the European ones where you both could travel to.

"Fancy seeing you here, Y/N!" George gave you a hug. You liked his company a lot, especially because his British accent was pure music to your ears. Besides that, he also was a nice and funny guy. "Thanks, the car felt good yesterday! I hope it will be the same during the race." He took his time to look at you and winced when he noticed you were wearing Max's Red Bull sweatshirt. "You're going to bring me bad luck with that."

You laughed and shrugged, knowing he was not superstitious at all and was just messing with you.

"I'm sure Seychelle will support you with every Williams clothes she can find if you just ask her." You passed your left hand through your hair, a ray of sunlight through the clouds shining on your diamond ring.

"Well look at that!" George exclaimed with an accent worthy of a tea with the Queen. He grabbed your hand to look at the huge diamond on your ring finger. "Seychelle told me. Congratulations, future Mrs Verstappen!"

"Thank you, George!" You blushed, still not used to hearing your future last name. Max and you would be getting married in a few months, at the end of the season.

"I'm really happy for you. Though I'm not sure you chose the best Formula 1 driver to get married with." He teased you with a grin on his face.

"Don't you have your own girlfriend to see, Russell?" You turned around, surprised to see Max standing behind you, and even more surprised by the tone he had used. His whole body language was closed.

"Yeah I do, I was just congratulating Y/N on the engagement." George didn't lose his temper and answered Max politely, even though he was a head taller than your fiancé.

"No need to flirt with her, in that case." Max angrily put an arm around your waist to push you against him. You were embarrassed by his behaviour, especially since George did nothing wrong, but you had to admit an angry Max was a complete turn on.

"I wasn't flirting with her, you should know better, man. I feel sorry for you if you don't trust her around men even though you are engaged."

"Do I need to remind you I dated your girlfriend before she was with you? You should stop picking my leftovers." The two drivers were standing face to face now.

"Max!" You exclaimed in surprise and pushed Max away from George. He was acting like a jerk towards one of your friends and you didn't like that. He had no reason to talk to George like that.

"Let's go Y/N." Max tugged on your arm to take you away from the British driver.

"Sorry for that, George. Good luck for the race!" You quickly excused yourself and followed Max towards the Red Bull motorhome.

"What the hell did you do that for?!" You exclaimed once you stood in his private room just next to the garage.

"He was flirting with you!"

"No, he was not. We're going to get married, Max, you won't be able to keep me away from all the boys on the planet. You need to start trusting me." You shook your head in disappointment.

"I do, I trust you. It's them I don't trust! Babe, you don't realise how perfect you are." He put his hands on your hips, pulling you close to his body. "Every guy would be stupid not to try to steal you away from me."

"But I don't care about them, Max. I only want you. I love you, lieveling (NB: hope this does mean something, I admit I used Google translate for this, shame on me). Now, you better apologize to George because I plan to ask Seychelle to be my bridesmaid." You smiled brightly, only for his anger to come back at the mention of the British driver.

"I need you to bend over the table before that, babe, cause I'm still angry and you're too gorgeous for me to handle with that Red Bull sweatshirt. Now, be a good girl, and don't scream my name too loud, yes?"