One Shots - Formula 1 [REQUESTS CLOSED]

32. - Max Verstappen

This is for amimsie , enjoy xx

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Max couldn't stop looking at you. How you smiled at his pit-crew, how your fingers touched his car, how your laugh filled the whole garage, how your hair were fluttering when there was a gust of wind.

"Max, are you listening?" His engineer clicked his fingers in front of the driver's face to take him away from his thoughts.

"Yeah. Yeah, sorry." Max shook his head and focused on the screens in front of him showing his timing in the different sectors.

You turned your face to Max when you heard his engineer talking to him. Of course, you had felt his stare on you, but you just acted like nothing was going on. You knew you would blush as soon as your eyes crossed his and you didn't want people to start wondering things.

You and Max had been secretly dating for quite some time now, but no one knew. Why? Because your father was his boss, Christian Horner. You didn't know how he would react to you dating his star driver so you preferred keeping this secret for now. It was not easy but you were managing, mostly seeing each other during the race weekends.

You saw Max discreetly showing you his driver's room with his head. You kissed your dad's cheek and told him you were going into the Red Bull hospitality section. Instead, Max grabbed your hand from his driver's room and pulled you in, closing the door behind you and pushing you against it.

His lips were on yours fast enough and you held a moan at the contact. The walls were thin, and even though there were engines noises covering your voices, you'd rather not make any suspect sound.

"You drive me crazy just standing in my garage." Max grunted as he let his lips slip in your neck to leave wet kisses.

"You'd rather I stay in the paddock instead?" You asked innocently, knowing he didn't want that at all.

"No. But I have to resist the urge of bending you over my car and making you scream my name."

You swallowed a moan as he bit the side of your jaw. Your hands were tightly griping his biceps.

"Don't leave any marks, babe."

"I want to mark my territory all over you. Love bites look so good on you!"

"Yeah, I doubt my father thinks the same." You patted his chest to push his head away from your cleavage. Max sighed and lied his forehead on yours.

"Of all the women in the world, I had to fall in love with my boss' daughter."

"I love you, Max Verstappen." You slipped your hands behind his neck, gently pulling on the small hair at the base of his neck, knowing how much he liked this. You kissed his lips and he couldn't help but turn this into a hot make-out session, cupping your ass with one of his hands and slipping the other underneath your shirt.

"You really have to leave now, before I can't control myself anymore." Max reluctantly pulled away from you, out of breath.

"Good luck for qualifying, babe. I'll come into your room tonight."

"Can't wait!" You saw his cheeky grin before you closed the door behind you after making sure no one was looking at you leaving Max's driver room.

You joined your father who was sitting in front of a computer, talking with the team's strategist. Max left the room not long after you, looking flustered and desperately trying to hide the bulge in his pants.

You let a giggle escape from your lips, making your father raise an eyebrow to which you just shook your head.

Max's eyes were burning your back, or more exactly, your butt. He was shamelessly checking you out while you were standing right next to your father. You bit your lip at him, knowing all too well this was driving him crazy.

"Y/N, can I talk to you for a second?"

Your exchange was interrupted by your father who was looking at you interrogatively. You saw Max quickly turn his head away from you and you reluctantly followed your father outside the garage, to the empty pit-wall.

"What's going on?" He crossed his arms on his chest.

"What? Nothing's going on."

"Don't take me for an idiot Y/N, you know I'm not. Is Max flirting with you?"

You bit your lip again, this time in embarrassment. He took your silence for a yes.

"Is he being inappropriate with you?"

"No!" You exclaimed quickly. "And if he is, it's not against my will."

"Are you sleeping with my driver, Y/N?" His voice raised.

"Dad! Shut up, people might hear you!" You whispered, then started talking at a normal level again. "Max and I, we've been dating for a few months. I wasn't sure if you'd approve so we kept this a secret."

Christian Horner looked to the garage where Max was discreetly trying to listen to the conversation. Max didn't turn away and confronted your father's stare from afar. He then looked at you, silently asking if you were okay, and you mouthed 'I'm fine' to reassure him.

"You love him, don't you?" You father then asked, putting his eyes on you again.

"Yes, I love him."

"Does he treat you right?"

"Like a princess." You smiled.

"Alright. Invite him over for dinner next week. Your mother and I need to be properly introduced to him."

"Dad, is this really necessary? You know him already!"

"Yeah, I know him as my insolent driver. I want to meet your boyfriend."

"You won't play the overprotective dad, huh? Please don't scare him away." You pleaded with a pout.

"I do need to make sure he's worthy of you. He won't escape my frightening speech. But he's a nice kid, I like him. It'll be fine."

Your father pulled you into his arms and you thanked him. A wave of relief washed over you. Max stopped you before you could enter the garage to know how it went.

"Get ready, you're coming over for dinner next week. And my Dad will make you the famous 'if you touch my daughter I'll kill you' speech."

"Well, it's a bit too late for the touching part, no?" Max smiled cheekily and you gently punched his shoulder.

"Shut up! Don't want to make your case any worse than it already is." You chuckled and he quickly pecked your lips, this time not scared that his boss will see it.

From the corner of his eye, Christian looked at his daughter radiating happiness in the arms of her boyfriend. You were in good hands.