Formula 1 - One Shots

Max Verstappen- " I love you because you come with baggage"

A/N Hey guys sorry I've been so inactive recently but A levels are hard guys, anyway I hope you enjoy this although it does deal with some sensitive topics
WARNING- Contains themes of abuse

Tonight was the night you had been waiting for; after eight magical months of being with him, you were finally going to give yourself to Max in every way possible.

That's perhaps what you loved the most about Max, after the both of you had been out together five or six times you told him that you were still a virgin and weren't very confident with your body and he totally understood and never pressured you into anything you weren't comfortable with, he simply reassured you that you were perfect in every way and that he was more than happy to wait for you to be ready and that his hand would be more than sufficient in the meantime.

Unfortunately, there was one big piece of the puzzle that Max was missing, it wasn't that you weren't ready, it was that you didn't think that he was ready to see the horrors that hid beneath your clothes that acted as armour to your heavily wounded body.

In the last couple of months, you started to think that you needed to stop letting your past define your future as for so long you could remember you never thought you would have someone as wonderful as Max and now that you found him you didn't want something you had no control over to ruin the relationship with the wonderful man you had the privilege to call yours.

Max being the complete gentleman that he is, took you out to a lovely quiet restaurant in London where you chatted for hours about everything from your jobs to the best places to eat in Brazil; you just spoke to each other as if there was nobody else in the world.

After Max paid for the food, despite you insisting on splitting the bill, you walked hand in hand back to his shiny Aston Martin where he drove calmly back to your apartment whilst you both hummed along to the songs that played calmly on the radio and echoed the sound of the car dancing through the streets of London.

Once the two of you were back in your apartment, you both knew what was going to happen next so naturally Max took the lead and pulled you close by your waist locking your lips together in perfect unity whilst you started to run your hands through his dishevelled dirty blonde hair as he discarded your jacket somewhere in your living room and started undoing the buttons on his shirt that led to his beautifully chiselled abs.

Max took a moment to look into your eyes to make sure that you wanted this as much as he did, you giggled and nodded your head whilst letting your face fall into his collarbone breathing in his masculine scent.
He needed no further instruction as he easily hoisted you up against his hips, carried you up the stairs, carefully kicked the door to your bedroom open and then gently placed you onto the bed whilst running his hands down your clevage.

"Did I ever tell you that you are absolutely stunning and I love you to the moon and back" He hummed while he left a trail of kisses down your shoulder and into your breasts.

"I think you may have mentioned it a couple of times, but I don't tire of hearing it so you can say it as much as you like" you replied whilst making sure the rest of the buttons of his shirt were taken care of; which resulted in your hands being dangerously close to his growing bulge.

You were so caught in the moment you didn't realise Max had peeled your skirt off and was now making his way through taking your shirt off.
Your reflexes took over and you automatically pulled your shirt back down, you felt so ashamed that you had just ruined this perfect moment with your perfect man but you couldn't let him see the worst part of you.

"Baby, you know that I think you look perfect always and I love every part of you with or without a shirt you are absolutely breathtaking " Max spoke looking at you in a way that you thought nobody would ever look at you.

"Max it's not that, well it is but that's not the point... I'm damaged goods I have so many scars and if you see them you're going to see right through me" You cried, tears now clearly streaming down your face.

Nevertheless, you plucked up the courage to show him, you knew that he would never be able to look at you the same way he once did; but you wanted your relationship to stand for something if you never got to give him your body you could at least give him the truth. He deserved that. So with that in mind, you slowly pulled the shirt over your head.

"Before you see this I need you to know that you gave me the best 8 months of my life and I understand that I can't be loved like this but always remember I love you so so much" you cried continuously having to stop to catch your breath that felt like it was running away with your heartbeat.

"Just stop, I'm going to love you always and forever no matter what " Max retaliated with tears filling his eyes.

After a moment to gather your thoughts, you turned around your bare body so Max could see your back which was filled with scar upon scar which littered the whole of your back not to mention all of the faded stitches from the countless times the doctors tried to make it just a little better and although they may have made you physically look slightly less revolting,in your mind you would always still be the same abused little girl.

"It was my dad" you softly answered the question that was forming in his head as he slowly traced his fingers down all of your scars, you were so vulnerable at this moment, you knew he wouldn't be to love you after this but you wanted to savour these last few precious moments.

" When I was a kid my stepfather used to lock me in the basement and beat me when he came home dd...drunk" you stuttered as your eyes kept flooding with tears.

"No more, "Max said with authority in his voice, and you knew this was it. How could you expect a formula 1 superstar that could have any beautiful girl in the world to love a broken piece of trash like silly old you?

"I love you so fucking much. so so much" Max unexpectedly started kissing all of your scars and you could feel his tears transferring onto your skin.

"You can't love me like this Max you must see that people like me cannot be loved, end of story" you cried as you tried to scramble and put your clothes back on.

"Don't say that about yourself, I love you because you come with baggage because it makes you strong, brave, kind, humble and so so loving" He stated as he pulled you into his arms and kissed your forehead.

" And when you're ready I'm going to show you just how much you deserve to be loved, but I don't think you're ready yet, I think that you wanted to give yourself to me not because you're ready but because you have been conditioned to please and give others what they want. But that's not how it's going to be from now on" He spoke in the most gentle way possible.

" Plus me and my hand have become really good friends lately," Max said with a cheeky grin and a wink in your direction.

After that he grabbed the comforter that was at the end of the slightly messy bed and wrapped you up in it before he went to the bathroom to grab some tissues to wipe the both of your eyes. The rest of the evening you spent wrapped in his embrace whilst you slowly retold the chilling story of your childhood so he would know the full story.