One Shots - Formula 1 [REQUESTS CLOSED]

27. - Max Verstappen

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"Hello, beautiful."

You were at the bar, asking for a drink, when someone arrived behind you. The music wasn't too loud so you could clearly hear him. Probably some guy from the team messing up with you.

You took the cocktail that was handed to you by the bartender and turned around to face whoever was joking with you. You almost took a step backwards when you saw who it was. Max bloody Verstappen.

"Verstappen. To what do I owe the pleasure?" Your voice showed anything but pleasure, and the Dutch driver quickly understood you weren't so pleased to see him.

"I've been staring at you all night, I thought it was time to introduce myself." He shrugged and tried to lean closer to you but you avoided him. "Hi, I'm Max."

"Well now that you did introduce yourself, you can leave, thanks." You turned your head towards the rest of your team, most of them dancing in the middle of the room, as you hoped one of them would come and help you.

"Why do I sense that you don't like me?"

"Good of you to notice that!" You exclaimed ironically. "Indeed, I don't like you."

"Ferrari?"

"Mercedes. In fact, I'm one of Lewis' mechanics."

"Oh." Max's face fell. You were quite proud of your little effect.

The problem was: Verstappen did some Verstappen again this weekend. Lewis was leading the race and he should have won, if Max didn't push him into the wall after failing to pass him fairly. Lewis retired and Max still finished the race on the podium. To say you weren't a huge fan of the Red Bull driver at the moment was an understatement.

"Yeah. Now if you excuse me, I'm gonna join the rest of the team and celebrate the victory we should have gotten."

You turned around and were about to leave when Max grabbed your hand. You felt some kind of electric current run through your body.

"I'm sorry for what I did." You faced him and raised an eyebrow. You definitely didn't expect apologies.

"That's not me you should apologize to."

"I already went to see Lewis. Can we still have a chat? Or does the fact that I'm Max Verstappen blacklist me from your life?"

"I just hope karma will hit you like a bitch at the next race." You smirked and it was enough for him to understand that you weren't going to turn away from him again.

"Oh, it probably will." He laughed. "But maybe I'll get lucky enough to have you to comfort me."

"Are you flirting with me, Verstappen?" You couldn't say it was bothering you. In fact, it was more the opposite. You were flattered.

"I totally am!"

"I'm going to be bold for once and ask you to take me back to your hotel room. And if you say no, I'll blame my question on alcohol."

"Why my hotel room?"

"Because I don't think you'd survive very long coming out of my room tomorrow morning in a hotel full of Mercedes staff members." You smirked. Max smiled and slipped his fingers through yours to take you out of the club and you both got into a taxi. You didn't know what you were doing and even less why you were doing it. You just were.

"Will you let me kiss you?" Max whispered to make sure the taxi driver wouldn't hear. You were sat against the backseat door and Max was next to you. Your thighs were touching.

"Probably." You shrugged.

"Will you let me touch you?" His hand lied on your naked knee and up your thigh.

You nodded and tried to control your breathing.

"Will you cry my name?"

You turned your head towards his to see a grin plastered on his face. He had an effect on you and he knew it. Just at that moment, the taxi stopped in front of a hotel. You both stepped out of the car after Max handed the driver a fair amount of money.

Max guided you to the elevator, a hand on the small of your back. As soon as the elevator doors closed behind you, Max pushed you against the metal wall. He kissed you like you had never been kissed. His lips cherished yours and his tongue explored your mouth in an expert way. It was almost as if he knew everything you liked.

You two got out of the elevator and you kissed a couple more times in the corridor. Max opened his door and guided you inside. Soon, your legs were wrapped around his waist and your back against the wall.

"I hate you. I really do." You grabbed his hair at the back of his head to take his mouth away from your neck so you could face him.

"Let's see if you still hate me after I gave you the best orgasm of your life."

You swallowed with difficulty. Your lower stomach was burning with desire. Max lied you on his bed and his lips found your cleavage. On the next day, you didn't hate him anymore.