Max Verstappen x GN!Rookie!Reader
summary: You're the latest addition to the grid, and you've caught Max's attention. warnings: Slight NSFW, no use of Y/N, really rushed and bad writing lol, gender neutral reader, driver reader note: Hi!!!! This is my first time posting my writing directly to Tumblr, hope u enjoy!! I hope ya'll don't mind the format, I've been experimenting <3 divider by: @pixopix
β Ever since Max entered F1, he has slowly stopped keeping up with the lower leagues. He had too much on his plate and too much at stake to really care. So when your debut was announced, he didn't pay it much mind. You were just another rookie who would either prove themself worthy or get left behind with the rest. After another driver suffered the wrath of the second seat curse, they were swiftly removed, and one of the drivers from the Racing Bulls took his place.
β Taking the empty seat at Racing Bulls made your head swim with pride and excitement. It didn't even feel real till you were sitting at a press conference, making your grand media debut. The media outlets and press ate you up. You were a new, young, and bold face on the grid. Everyone was anticipating and predicting your potential, your future performance, and how it would shake up the current dynamics.
β The first time you caught Max's attention was at your debut race. Even though he had secured P1 and defended the position till the very last second, all attention was on you. You had managed to claw your way to a P4 despite beginning in P12. Not only had you scored points on your debut, but you embarrassed the others while doing it. You drove with the fervor and aggression that was instantly comparable to Max. In the cooldown room, Max stared at the highlight reel intently, analyzing your driving style. That night, while celebrating the immense success of both Red Bull teams, you kept feeling eyes burning holes into the back of your head. Max couldn't help but stare, eyes lingering long enough that even his friends around him noticed.
"Don't try to kill them already, they've only just started!" An engineer shouted into Max's ear, words slurring from the four shots he was nursing.
"I'm just impressed, their performance was good today..." Max replied, voice trailing off when he realized you had disappeared somewhere in the crowd.
β After staying relatively consistent with your results throughout the season, you were moved up to replace the next driver to fall. The poor guy made it only halfway through the season before getting tossed to the curb. Online communities exploded immediately after a journalist leaked the switch to the public. The vicious veteran versus the hungry rookie; how could anyone take their eyes away from this?
β Fans picked up on the tension immediately. The way both of your stares lingered far too long on each other, the way you'd glare up at him with burning passion as he stood on the podium, the snide comments you two would make about each other at press conferences; it was all clearly accumulating to something big. The tension became so palpable that other drivers on the grid refused to be in the same room as you two. They often joked that they were suffocating on the hostility between you two.
β Well, they were right. The tension finally broke when your aggressive offense, Max's combative defense, and a poorly timed lock-up took both of you out of a race. Max didn't even wait till you two were off the track before he began screaming at you. You could hear him calling after you as you trudged through the gravel, anger, embarrassment, and adrenaline silencing any potential attempt at retaliation. Your jaw was clenched so tightly, you would've been worried you'd shatter your teeth if you weren't so upset.
β The briefing after your crash was entirely blacked out from your memory. You remembered nothing. Not a single question and most definitely none of your answers. As you made your way back to your driver's room, you were aggressively yanked into a side hallway. You were met with burning blue eyes instantly. You've never been the one to be pinned simply by a look, yet here you were.
"Who the fuck do you think you are? You think you can swerve into me just because I was ahead?" Max's words dripped with venom. Every word he said was meant to hurt you, to frighten you, and you knew it. You weren't going to let him win this.
"I didn't crash into you on purpose, and you know it. I'm not you." You punctuated the last word with intent. Just because he was older and more experienced didn't give him the right to talk down to you.
You held his gaze. It shifted from pure, unbridled rage to something...different. Something more complicated. He looked conflicted, like he was debating something in his head. Max wasn't used to people not immediately bending to his every need. He was riding the high of a fourth WDC and currently fighting for a fifth; most people wouldn't attempt to talk back, let alone a rookie. He thought he would be angry with this, yet it ignited something in him. It further fueled the fire beginning to burn in his belly.
"You better fucking watch yourself." Max finally uttered.
"Or what?"
Before you could lead up with a smug retort or break from his grip, he yanked you into a kiss. It wasn't romantic; it was unfiltered emotion. A mix of anger and unrelenting desire. You hadn't even realized how badly you had wanted him till he was all over you. The way your pulse picked up in his presence, the way your cheeks burned hot when you two accidentally locked eyes; it was all want. He pushed you against the edge of a table, slotting one of his legs between your thighs. He had one arm around the small of your back, pinning you against the solid muscle of his chest. His other hand tangled in your hair, his hand cradling the back of your head. Max wasn't much taller than you, but he had enough height to leverage it against you. He didn't need to raise his leg to press his thigh into your crotch. A wave of pleasure weakened your knees, throwing you off balance. You were practically melting in his arms.
You were so high on the pleasure, your mind could only think of Max. The way Max's arms felt around you, solid and secure. The way he kissed you breathless till you both of you were panting. The way his quiet, Dutch curses melted away any attempt at a coherent thought as he trailed kisses from your jaw to your neck. At any moment, someone could walk in. Whether it be a fellow driver, a staff member, hell, even your boss. The danger only fueled both of your arousal. This wasn't going to end well.
