can i request like a dark max x reader au where hes dating oc’s older sister? they’re from a wealthy family, maybe met at a sponsor dinner, and max was first introduced to the eldest daughter, the one his age. at first the relo is good, until max starts hanging out with the family more and becomes secretly drawn to the younger girl
I’ll see what I can come up with ……
I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THE FOLLOWING BEHAVIOURS INCLUDING IMPLIED CHEATING.
Max knew he never should have got mixed up with your family. They were wealthy sponsors of the FIA, ever present at meetings, galas, and events—people he could never avoid and usually disliked.
However, when Christian introduced his father to yours, he knew there’d be no chance of having a table to himself at any more sponsor dinners.
There was four of you, mother, father, and two daughters, all looking glowy and well-fed with the sheer money that seemed to ooze off the parents in the form of designer labels and expensive, heady perfume. Max himself came from a relatively wealthy family, but this was obnoxious. However, Jos seemed right at home.
It was inevitable that Max’s father, Jos Verstappen, would try to set something up to benefit himself. Namely, a politely forced relationship between his son and his friends’ eldest daughter.
Now, everything aside, she was nice enough. Quite thin, with dark hair and dark eyes, the woman should have been exactly what Max wanted at his age. There was only a year between them both and they got along well enough—nice, vague and boring just like everything else Max associated with the FIA.
He was restless. How did his father expect him to function in this pairing? When her idea of a good time was to be paraded around Monaco like one of her Louis Vuitton handbags?
This was the first crack in Max’s resilience. For, he’d been trying to ignore just how much better he felt when he was around his girlfriend’s younger sister.
You were about four or five years younger than him, not a scandalous amount, which was something he wasn’t even supposed to be thinking about. As hard as he tried, though, Max always found himself chatting to you whenever your families caught up, ignoring the way his girlfriend—your older sister—watched with hawklike eyes.
To make matters worse, you were also far more interested in racing than your sister. This made conversation worryingly easy.
One particular evening, after Max’s girlfriend had excused herself to go find her friends across the restaurant, you invited him to dance without really expecting him to say yes. To your surprise, Max did, though after a furtive glance in the direction your sister had just disappeared.
You told him he had nothing to worry about. You were practically in-laws.
The wish that you weren’t passed simultaneously through both of your minds, and the identical look of barely restrained longing you exchanged with the Formula One driver being led onto the dance floor by your hand must have given it away. Though it would, no doubt, take some ordained doomsday to for it to be acted upon.
Soon enough, you reached the dance floor. It was quite small, with three or four other couples already taking up a large portion, but you and Max slid between two and made yourselves at home.
The song piping from some hidden speaker was a little on the slower side, so you just swayed with Max for a while. He had absolutely no schoolboy nerves at all, one of his hip-bones prodding your lower stomach and making you blush.
Nothing, however, happened. Nothing more than simply moving with each-other to the music. You tried to tell yourself it was good—because you, of course, didn’t want anything to happen, right?
Max was less adept at hiding his disappointment. It was clear when he was walking out the door with your sister, barely paying attention to whatever gossip she’d procured from her friends’ table, and not even bothering to open the passenger-side door of his car for her.
He’d experienced what it was like to be with someone more interesting. And it was incredibly difficult to go back to whatever level of unbearable this relationship was.
The next time he saw you was when you were house-sitting for him and your sister. Max had booked a holiday—after much pleading—and they flew out in a few hours. While the two were gone, you were looking after the two cats they owned, alongside their penthouse apartment.
While his girlfriend was doing some last-minute shopping, Max was showing you around his home. Where the cat food was, mainly, and some small irrelevant rooms, too…
‘My sim setup,’ he opened the door to a darkened room, and you gasped. The money sitting in front of you in the form of monitors, pedals and framework was almost unfathomable.
‘Pretty cool, right?’ Max’s Dutch accent was incredibly prominent, which was unfortunate—you’d always found it far too attractive.
‘What’s—what’s your favourite track to race?’
‘Spa is fun sometimes,’ he said after a pause. ‘You can try it one day?’
You barely had to register his words to know it wasn’t really a question. Max wanted you in his house again, sitting in his sim rig, and listening to him talk about all the things he couldn’t when your sister was home.
The thought sent a shiver down your spine. The prospect of going behind your sister’s back was thrilling, especially with Max. He wasn’t doing anything to foster the withering shreds of hope that this could be brushed off as friendship, either.
For the (Eighth? Ninth?) time today, his hand brushed your waist. As you turned to glance at him, he was already reaching over your shoulder to play it off, hand closing around a coffee mug he must have left on his desk earlier.
‘Back to the kitchen. I have to wash this.’
You let him close the door behind you with one last longing glance to the rig, hearing his sigh and smiling slightly.
‘You gonna miss it while you’re on holiday?’
Max made a little “hhmph” sound. ‘What am I not going to miss?’
‘Her?’ you almost regretted saying that, until the broad shoulders just above your line of sight shook with laughter.
anyone want a part 2? lmk !
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