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Long Time Lovers

Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: reader is horner’s daughter (very minimal scenes with him), enemies to lovers, Daniel and reader are besties, jealous!Max, some swearing (would it be a max fic without it), sexual relations (thigh riding, PinV), mentions of alcohol and the consumption of.

Word Count: 6.4k

Author’s Note: it’s fricking hard to find a gif without Max covered in red bull gear // this one is for @halsteadssneakylink, happy birthday baby!! <33 (now I know it's not hard core smut like you wanted but bare with me lmao)

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It’s safe to say you didn’t have the best relationship with your father when you were younger. Your parents weren't together, they were both in their early 20s when you were born and your father traveled for work, so you saw him twice a year maybe, three times if you were lucky. It wasn't until you were 14 that your dad started making an effort to have you in his life.

He had brought you along with him to Abu Dhabi, even after much protest about how you didn’t want to go, ultimately you were glad that you did.

Your dad is team principal for Red Bull Racing, the year is 2012 and 14 year old you has just watched Sebastian Vettel win his 3rd consecutive world championship.

You hadn't been there for the rest of the season nor did you even watch the sport prior to even seeing this race but you instantly fell in love with it.

The pride and happiness made your heart swell, you remember your dad had introduced you to the crew and to Seb before the race. Seb had come over and hugged you after the race when you congratulated him.

From that day, you were there for every race you could be. You had fallen in love with the sport; you felt the highs and lows just like the guys did; not to the extent the drivers did but you felt it. You loved the adrenaline rush you get pre-race, watching everyone rush to get the drivers into their cars and hooked up for the race. After Sebastian’s 4th championship, the team got a bit of an overhaul.

2013; Sebastian wins his 4th consecutive world championship and his teammate, Mark Webber, announces his retirement.

2014; Daniel Ricciardo joins Red Bull Racing, he and Sebastian being your favourite duo far, aside from Seb and Mark.

2015; Sebastian has just left Red Bull for Ferrari after 4 world championships, leaving Daniel Ricciardo there along with Daniil Kvyat as his replacement.

2016; Daniel and Daniil were still going strong until Max was promoted to Red Bull, bumping Daniil back down to Toro Rosso mid-way through the season.

It wasn't until 2017 that you met Max, or as you liked to call him, the devil’s spawn.

2017.

You were sitting on the pit wall, one of the engineers going over stats prior to the start of practice which was in an hour. You felt someone grab your shoe and tug, pulling it off your foot.

Daniel was standing in front of you when you spun the chair, a very bright blue sneaker in his hand. “Can I have my shoe back, Danny ?” you asked nicely and the Aussie smiled, handing it back to you.

You and Daniel got along well, the two of you bickering like siblings. He saw you like a little sister, the two of you had a 10 year age gap between you but that didn’t stop you from putting Daniel in his place when you two fought. Oftentimes, you two would end up sitting around the paddock, he'd show you the potential girlfriend he was talking to and you’d give a snarky comment, ending with you being chasing down the pit line only to hide behind your father.

Max was the same age as you, you would think you two got along but you fought like cats and dogs.

You avoid him at all costs, he always had this arrogance to him that was different than the other drivers; you understood that he was young and stupid but he didn't care about anybody else but himself on the track. Usually, you could appreciate a driver who is young and hungry, ready to put his everything into driving and winning but when Max does it, it just rubs you the wrong way.

The Dutch driver’s feelings towards you weren't any different. He saw you as a stuck up, full of yourself, princess who wouldn’t get their hands dirty or that you didn't understand the basics of racing and that you were only there because of who your father was.

This was the furthest thing from the truth.

The two of you had this tension to you; the room falling silent when you were both in there. You tended to avoid him for the team’s sake because it wouldn't bode well to have the team principal’s daughter cuss out one of the drivers.

You're in Hungary this weekend, you’ve already started your summer break from school but it’s the last race before the summer break for the racers and you’ll be spending yours with your dad so you joined him ahead of time.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay by yourself?” Your father asks you as he walks you to the elevator in the hotel.

Now at this point, your relationship with your dad is still a bit rocky, a good case of teenage rebellion putting him in his place; you reminded him of your mother when she was your age.

You could see why he’s worried about leaving you by yourself while he heads out for dinner with the other team principals. “I’m fine, I'll call if I need anything.”

“Promise?” He asks, as you push the button.

“Promise.” you give him a smile and he kisses your temple before walking off.

You reach for your phone, 9:30 and you’ve been banished to your room for the night. At 18, this couldn’t be worse but surely, there were people in worse situations so you shut your mouth and kept quiet.

The elevator door slides open, a young couple steps out and you smile at them as you step past and into the elevator. The door had almost shut when you heard someone shout; “hold the elevator!”

You press the button to open the door, instantly regretting it when you see who steps in.

“Oh, y/n.” he gives you a nod, moving to the spot across from you.

“Max.” you hum, hitting the 11th floor button. Max doesn’t say anything and you assume he’s on the same floor. You always had a scowl on your face when you were in his presence and to Max's knowledge, he hadn't done anything to piss you off.

“What’s your problem?” he blurts; shyness was never something Max had worried about.

“Excuse me?” you glance up from your phone at the boy across from you.

“I don't understand you. One minute, you’re laughing with Daniel and the next, you’re looking at me like you want to bite my fucking head off.”

“I don’t like you.” you tell him plainly, picking at your nail.

“Why? What did I do to you?”

“I don't like that you’re cocky, I don’t like that you think you’re better than everyone else, I don't like how you drive, I don’t like that you don’t care about the other guys-” Max cut you off, his lips meeting yours as he closed the gap between you two.

His hands on your hips and yours cupping his face. His cheeks weren’t as chubby as they looked when he smiled. He leans into your touch, pressing a few kisses to your lips before pulling away just as the elevator chimes -- 11th floor.

Max leaves you in the elevator and you end up riding it 2 times before getting off at the 11th floor.

2021.

The last race of the season was always heart wrenching.

This is the first year in a long time that Red Bull has had a chance at winning the championship. Everything was riding on Max. The race is tight, Mercedes putting in everything and everyone is holding their heart in their hands.

It’s the final corner and things are looking good. You run after the pit crew and the mechanics to the pit fence, cheering and screaming for Max. The navy blue Red Bull rounds the final corner, the silver Mercedes hot on its tail.

A nail biting finish and you all knew it was going Dutch in 2021. Everyone is climbing up on the fence now, screaming for their world champion.

Max Verstappen is champion of the world.

Everyone is screaming and cheering, there's tears running down your faces, smiles so big they hurt.

You jump down and run to the pit wall, jumping into your father’s arms who was already happily shouting at the engineers. He swung you around before putting you down.

“Champion of the world!” He shouts, his hands cupping your face as you two grinned at each other.

“Champion of the fucking world!” you shout back, laughing as you two walked down to the podium.

There's so many hugs and congratulations to each other and you haven’t even seen Max yet. Your heart swells for the driver, there’s a sense of pride; not only for the team but for Max.

You met him when he was all but 18 years old, cocky and annoying and over the last 5 years, you’ve watched him grow into his arrogance and put it to good use.

Everyone was pushed up to the barricade, shouting at the driver as he pulled up to the first place spot. Max pulls off his helmet, sweat and tears covering his face even though he wouldn’t admit to crying; he was. He comes over and hugs his father and then your father, words of congratulations being passed around.

Max finally moves on to you.

He wraps his arms around you, under your arms and yours are over his shoulders. He holds you close, pulling you over the barricade to properly hold you.

Your hands meet his face, you grin at the world champion; surely, you looked a mess. You had started crying before he even crossed the finish line. The mascara smudged under your eyes, tears dried and still falling with the smile that Max loved so much on your face as you looked at him like he held the sun and the stars. Max pulls you back into him and you almost kiss him but catch yourself last second, kissing his cheek instead and whispering to him. “Proud of you, baby.” you hold him a little tighter for one more second.

“I love you.” he whispers, letting you go and stepping away.

The exchange between the two of you raised brows; especially from your father. Everyone knows you two hated each other so the sudden display of affection was off putting but everyone wrote it up to nothing more than championship affection.

No one knew about the secret romance you two had. The last 4 years have been a whirlwind of secrets and hidden moments between you and the driver.

You stood there in awh of the man; not because of his win but because this was the first time he told you he loved you.

He loved you and you did nothing but stand there in shock.

2022.

You hadn’t been home in almost a whole month. You joined your father in Miami for the inaugural Grand Prix there and then went back to England with him over the week’s break to see your siblings only to join him in Spain for the Spanish Grand Prix. Today was the first day you’ve returned to your apartment in Monaco. You drop your bags by the door, kicking the door shut with your foot as you make your way to the couch, dropping yourself on it.

“Home sweet home.” you sigh, sinking into the couch.

You had a few days before the Monaco GP and you planned on lazing for as long as possible.

Someone’s knocking on your door, already interrupting your peace. Pulling yourself up, you go to see who’s at the door. When you open it, you find someone standing with a bouquet of flowers; sunflowers with little pink and white roses stuck between them.

He peeks out from behind them; “hi pretty girl.” Max smiles at you, handing the flowers over to you.

“Hi, how’d you know I was home?” you ask, stepping aside for him to come in. Max hands the flowers over to you and you smile, picking at the paper as he follows you to the kitchen.

“Heard a herd of elephants trampling up here and I figured you were back.” He teased, grinning at you as you rolled your eyes.

You were unwrapping the flowers to set them in a vase; “no seriously though, I can’t possibly be that loud.”

“Y/n, I live in the unit under you; you have no idea how loud you are.” He fills the vase with water as you trim the stems to fit the vase. “Christian said you were coming back with him today.”

You hum, setting the flowers into the vase before you carry them over to your dining room table.

“Perfect,” you smile to yourself before you feel Max wrap his arms around you, hugging you from behind.

The two of you had been in an on and off relationship, if you can even call it that since you were 18. After the kiss in the elevator, it just spiralled. You two only really saw each other at races or if he snuck away to call you; you never called him because you didn’t know who had his phone when he was busy.

When you turned 20, you decided to move to Monaco. You were going to the University of Monaco for your business degree and it just didn’t make sense to rent a place and go back and forth between Monaco and England. Your dad helped you find a place and you moved in over the summer.

Max just happened to live in the same building, your father gave you a warning not to irritate his driver and told Max to not piss you off either.

It was easier to see him now that you lived in the same building. There were so many nights when he returned from races and came straight to your apartment and not his. You two would find yourselves tangled in the sheets until the early hours of the morning until reality sets in and you both had to go.

Now, you were both 24, soon to be 25 and you had the weight of the world off your shoulders; at least you did. You had finished your degree and now you were taking the year to relax before job searching.

Max is in the lead for yet another championship and you couldn’t be more proud. You loved watching him do what he loved and he loved having you there.

His chin rests on your shoulder and one of your hands comes up to rest on his cheek. “It’s good to be home.”

“It’s always better when you’re here.” he says, turning to kiss your cheek.

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Race day and the sun has kept peeking out all day but the clouded skies had the threat of rain looming over your heads. You were headed out of hospitality when someone called for you, you turned to see Checo and his two kids behind you.

“Hey!” you smile at the Perez family, crouching down to hug the little boy who was running over to you. You hugged Checo Jr and kissed his cheek as his dad, who was holding his sister, came over.

“Can I ask a huge favour?” the driver asks, and you already know where this was going.

“Give her here.” You take the little girl from him and Checo smiles. “Thank you, Carola is doing something and I don't want to interpret her,”

“No worries, I’ll bring them to your driver’s room before the race.”

Checo had become Max’s partner at the beginning of the 2021 season. You two got along well, he was sweet and extremely funny, not to mention a great driver. His wife, Carola, was always kind to you and his kids were adorable. You loved to hang out with them when you weren’t with your dad so you didn’t mind watching the kids if they were busy.

Now, Max; you still had to play the part of dislike towards the driver. So whenever you saw your father, you always asked why he was still there, telling him it's time for Max to move on. The argument was that Seb won his championships and left; “championships with an S, plural. He’s staying until he’s got an S.” your father would quip back, leaving you in his office.

Checo had left you with the two kids, making his way over to his press officer and you’ve got Carlota in your arms and Checo Jr is holding onto your free hand. The two kids had on Red Bull shirts, their dad's number on the back and you had on a Red Bull shirt too, except yours had a 5 on it -- Sebastian’s number.

Max complained about the shirt every time you wore it which only made you wear it more often.

You were walking down the padlock with the kids, passing by the Aston Martin garage, Lance waving hello to the kids as he passed with the engineers. Seb comes out and hugs you before saying hello to Carlota and then bending down to talk to Checo Jr.

“I like your shirt, buddy.” He tells the little boy who smiles and says thank you. Sebastian notices your shirt when he stands back up, paying you the same compliment.

You turn to show him the number on the back. “My favourite,” you smiled at the blonde, making him laugh.

“I would take credit for your love of the sport but that seems too much,” he smiled.

“You'd be right.” You laughed, waving goodbye as Checo Jr pulled you down the pit lane with him. You heard someone wolf whistle, causing you to turn as you continued your walk with the kids. Daniel in his bright orange t-shirt caught your eye.

“Hey!” he jogged over to you, kissing your cheek when he got over to you. He gives Checo Jr a high five and tickles Carlota’s side, making the little girl giggle and squirm in your arms. You two walk with the kids, chatting down the pit lane.

The media loved to catch you two together, you and Daniel had similar personalities; loud and funny. You said what you had to say but in a way that wasn't so off putting but you were still serious.

It was no secret that you two go along well. No one really understood the relationship you and Daniel had, you two were best friends but there’s always been a rumour that you two were dating, even when you were barely 18 and he was well into his 20s. Of course, it wasn't true but that didn't mean you two didn’t fuck with the press all the time.

Between the hugs at the track, Daniel picking you up for dinner, the conversations in the car to the candle lit dinners, laughing at nothing as you walked down the road, arm in arm; it all pointed to relationships.

To the outside world, it was plausible that you and Daniel were dating because as far as anyone knew, you were single.

Daniel and you started walking back to Red Bull hospitality because the sun was disappearing quickly and the dark clouds were rolling in. You still had Carlota in your arms but Checo Jr stood between you and Daniel, his little hand in each of yours as you two swung him with each step; the boy laughing as did the two of you.

Max happened to catch a glimpse of you from the window of the conference room. His stomach twisting, the jealousy eating him alive.

That should be him with you; should be the two of you with your own kids someday. That made his heart swell, the idea of you two with your own kids in their own little Red Bull jerseys with his number on it; and surely, you’ll still be wearing your god forsaken Vettel jersey.

The thought made him laugh out loud which earned him a few odd looks.

It’s not a logical idea. Everyone knew you two despised each other since you were 18. Your dad thought you two would grow it out but you didn’t.

But no one knew about the secret romance you’ve had for the last 7 years.

The flowers sent to your hotel room.

Kisses in the hallways only to pull away when you hear footsteps which made you two giggle like teenagers or the cuddles in his driver’s room when you get the chance.

The fact that your bedroom smelt like his cologne or that his sweatshirts smelled of your perfume.

The 33 pedant sitting on the chain beneath your shirt.

The way your ankle would hook his under the table at dinner.

Red lipstick stains on the collars of his shirts.

Max continues with his meeting, the race set to start in an hour if the rain holds off and you were back in hospitality, the kids sat at the table with you as Daniel heads back to his own garage.

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The race was delayed due to the rain and when it finally got on, the team was more than pleased. Both drivers up on the podium this weekend was a win for them.

Checo in 1st, Max in 3rd and Carlos between the two in 2nd.

You stood with Carola off to the side of the podium with the kids, they watched as their father held the trophy up above his head.

Max’s face wasn't as pleased as it usually is. His smile a little less bright and you knew that look all too well; he was pissed.

You knew he was proud of the team and of Checo, any win is a big deal in the sport but he wanted that for himself.

Max always pushed, he put his everything in a race and he deserved the pay off, you knew that’s what he thought and you thought that too.

You ignore Max’s sour expression and join everyone at the rooftop pool. There’s a crowd around the rectangular pool, pit crew, engineers, friends, families, guests of Red Bull.

Checo comes running up the stairs, the Mexico flag over his shoulders as he jumps into the water. He pulls some of his engineers into the water, one of them tugging your dad in as well.

“Come here!” Your dad swims up to the edge, grabbing your leg.

You were sitting by the edge of the pool, “no! Dad, no!” You barely had time to toss your phone to someone before he yanks you into the pool.

A round of cheers being shouted followed by a chant; “Checo! Checo! Checo!”

You look around and Max is nowhere to be found. You get out of the pool, shaking the water off your skin before grabbing your phone to take a photo of the crowd and posting it to your instagram. The hallways of hospitality were fairly empty, most people celebrating the win on the roof and you trying to get out of your wet clothes and into dry ones when someone grabs your arm and pulls you into a room.

“What the fuc- Max! What the hell?!” you groan at the driver when he lets go of you. You ignore his stares and get a towel from his cabinet, drying off your face.

“What’s going on?” he asks you and you look at him confused, your brows pulled together as you pull your shirt off and wrap your hair up in the towel. You reach for another towel as you rake your brain as to what he could be talking about.

You come up blank; “What’re going on about?”

“You and Daniel.”

“Me and Daniel.. what?” you ask, clearly still confused.

Max tosses you his phone, an article opened with a photo attached at the top. It’s from that morning of you and Daniel with Checo’s kids with the headline attached; “Family practice for the love birds; Ricciardo Jr on the way ?”

You can’t help but laugh, hunched over in the middle of Max’s driver’s room with your hand pressed to your chest as you try to catch your breath between laughs. Max’s phone is still in your hand and you can’t bring yourself to stop laughing. How could he even believe this shit after everything you two have been through?

“Are you serious, Max?” you ask him, laughing. He stood there, looking at you like you’ve lost your mind.

“You can’t possibly believe this shit; you know Daniel and I are just friends.”

“Friends don’t look at each other like that.” Max says, his jaw clenched.

“Like what ? We’re looking at junior,” you scoffed, tossing his phone on the couch in his room. You go to walk out but he grabs your arm, “where are you going ?”

“Away from you until you get your temper in check.” You pull your arm away from him.

The driver scoffs, “first of all, you have no shirt on and two, I don’t have a temper.” “You don’t have a temper ?” You rolled your eyes, “yeah and pigs can fly, right?”

Max is pulling you with him back to the couch and you reluctantly follow him, you didn’t care that Max was upset. You knew him well enough to know that the pent up anger from the race and the bullshit article could be solved with a fuck.

He pulls you down onto his lap, your legs sticky from the pool water but your shorts still damp. “Your pants are gonna get wet.” You point out, unsure what to say.

“Shut up.” Max mumbles, his knuckles brushing along your jaw. “That’s rude,” you tell him, leaning into his touch.

“Like you’re not?” he quips, pulling you down for a kiss.

You shook your head, mumbling protests against his lips before you felt Max’s hands on your hips, shifting you over to one of his thighs. You ignore the movement, moving your lips to kiss his jaw down to his neck. Making your way to the spot at the base of his neck, the man shifts you forward and then back a few times before you catch what he's trying to do.

When you go to sit up, Max holds you close to him and still rocks you back and forth. His lips brush against your ear, “go on, schat. You know how I love to watch you.” He whispers to you, moving one arm behind his head while the other rests loosely on your hip.

You roll your hips on his thigh, moving back and forth for a few minutes. Max watches you, he doesn’t move his hand from your hip but he just watches you.

Something about you getting yourself off on his thigh that does it for him.

“Max,” you whimper, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

“Yeah sweetheart?”

Your head drops to his shoulder, your face buried in the crook of his neck and from the laxness in your pace, he can tell why you called for him. He ignores the fact that you didn’t answer him and bounces his leg instead, earning a moan from you.

Max scoots you back on his thigh, undoing the button on his jeans. You catch the hint and undo your own shorts, sliding them down. You get back on his lap, straddling him before Max pushes into you, your lips against his. The breathing was heavy, chests pressed against each other and Max’s hands on your ass as you bounced up and down on his lap.

“So good for me,” he hums, kissing down your chest.

“All mine.” He mumbles against your skin, the words causing you to slow for a second. Your hands find his cheeks, cupping them as your eyes meet his.

“Yours?” You ask, brows raised.

Max’s hand slides up your back, pushing you down towards him. “Mine.”

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The doorbell rings, you call out to come in and your dad walks in, his phone being slid into his pocket as you step out of your bedroom.

“You’ve gathered quite the collection,” he glances around your apartment. The last time he was there, you had just moved in and it was practically empty.

“I’ve been here for a while so, yeah.” you give him a kiss on the cheek as you pass by to get your purse and keys from the dining room table. Your eyes catch the flowers on the table as your father wanders through the apartment. Your mind runs to Max and you glance down, you weren't sure if he was home yet.

“Beautiful,” he calls from the doorway, causing you to turn. “Me or the flowers?” you teased, gesturing to your green dress.

“Both,” he smiles, “I wouldn't have pegged you for a sunflower girl; roses, I can see but never sunflowers.” He admits, eyeing the flowers on the table.

“Saw them in the market and decided to pick them up. The place could use a little colour.” You hum, getting your bag and keys. Your apartment was fairly neutral; black and white with a little touch of silver and gold where needed so the yellow of the sunflowers with the baby pink and white roses stood out in the black and white room.

“Ready?” he asks, his hand stretched out for you and you take it, the two of you heading out for dinner.

It wasn't often that you two actually spent time together, believe it or not. When you were in England, Geri and the kids were there so it was more of a family trip. When you’re at races, you’re surrounded by people plus you had dinners with the team, you even traveled with them so you weren't ever really alone with your father.

Dinner was quiet, the two of you chatted about your siblings, your plans for next year, what was happening in terms of the championship before you headed back to your place.

He pulled up outside the building, you grabbed your purse and leaned over to give him a hug. “Do you want me to walk you up?”

“I’m not a baby, dad. I’ll be okay.” You give him a smile before you get out. Your dad gets out too, looking over at you from the driver’s side.

“Sugar! For what it’s worth, I think you should follow your heart. Don’t get tied down if you don’t think it’s right. You’re young, you have time but make sure whatever you do is on your terms.”

“What are you on about?” You ask him, confused at the sudden advice that seemed to fit the conflicting feelings you were having.

“Fatherly advice. Be safe, I’ll call in the morning.” He watches you step inside before pulling off.

The entire journey up, your mind kept running back to Max.

His claim on you really threw you for a loop.

You had been trying to get him to come clean and just admit you two are together in public but he always had an excuse; not a right time or he has to focus on his career.

Part of you wanted to stop on his floor and go see him but you decided against it.

Maybe you’ll change and head over to have a glass of wine with Daniel.

The key slides in the lock and clicks as you turn it and push the door open, dropping your keys on the side table. You shut the door and turn the lock, you were reaching down to pull off your heels, the stupid shoes squeezing your feet all night; thank god for valet parking.

The lights were still off when you dropped the heels on the floor, you made your way through the apartment to the kitchen and opened the fridge to get the bottle of wine you had opened while getting ready. The fridge light was open as you left the door open, pouring yourself a glass before shutting the door. You were singing your favourite song to yourself softly as you sipped on the wine and went to turn on the lights. Your back to the couch and when you turn, you nearly jump out your skin when you see the mess of blonde hair sticking up from the cushions.

Quietly, you make your way over to see Max on your couch, eyes closed. You nudge his foot with yours, “Max? Max.” You leaned over to shake him.

He groans, rubbing his eyes before blinking a few times to adjust to the lights and then he looks at you. “How’d you get in here?” you ask him, sitting on the coffee table across from him.

“My key.” He yawns, stretching. You had given him one for when he got home and you were out, he could just come up and wait for you.

“You gotta go.”

“I need to talk to you.”

You shake your head, “if it's about Daniel, I don’t want to hear it.”

“I want-”

“No. Listen to me. It's been 6 years, Max. 6 years since we've been seeing each other. You’ve been stringing me along since I was 18 years old and I can’t do this shit anymore.”

“What ?” his head tilts slightly, looking at you. “What do you mean you can’t do this?”

“You love on me and call me yours in private but you won’t man up and tell the world? You hide me like it’s something to be ashamed of.”

“You think-” he scoffs in disbelief, “you think I'm ashamed of you? Y/n, I'm in love with you. I’ve been in love with you since we were 18 years old and we kissed for the first time in Hungary in that shitty elevator that always creaked,” he laughed at the memory, earning a smile from you.

“I was so focused on my career and I was young and stupid and scared; scared that you didn’t love me or more so that you were in love with me. I was scared that I would fuck up my chances at Red Bull by being in love with the boss’s daughter so I kept my mouth shut.”

You had a look of amusement on your face, trying not to laugh. “You’re scared of my dad?” you giggled.

“Not really now, but at 18, yes.” Max laughed, leaning closer to you and rested his hands on your knees. “Doubt anything in this world but don’t doubt that I love you.” He says, the sincerity dripping from his voice and his expression.

You lean closer, your hands cupping his face as you kiss him. Max pulls you forward, off the table and onto his lap. Your dress bunches up on the top of your thighs before Max carries you to the bedroom, your wine long forgotten as you two get to the bedroom.

Max sits on the bed, you’re on his lap as he lays back and you get off his lap, laying beside him. Your hand finds his, interlocking fingers with him.

“Did you mean it?” you ask him.

“Yes.” He rolls onto his side to look at you and you look over at him too. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” you grin, kissing him. “I don’t mean to ruin the moment but are we going to-”

“I think we should.” He smiles, kissing you once more.

After 6 years, you two finally decide to make your relationship public to the world through a series of joint photos on your Instagram accounts.

The photos ranged from vacations to Greece and Spain together to sweet moments at home like a video of you two dancing in the kitchen in your pjs. A few of anniversary dinners; even though you two weren’t officially at that point, he took you out every year for the anniversary of you two meeting. The final two photos were your favourites, the first being from the beginning of the season; you and Max in front of his car, his arms wrapped around you as you smiled at each other. The phone was on a timer and the garage was empty when you two snuck that one in. The second photo was from Abu Dhabi 2021, his championship winning race; your hands on his face as he lifted you over the barricade.

That one was framed and on your bedside table, Max had an identical copy in his apartment.

The caption was simple and sweet; “6 years of love and happiness with my favourite person.”

You hit post and you locked the phone, the jitters setting in. Max noticed and he grabbed your hand, pressing a kiss to it. “No backing out now.” He joked, smiling at you.

“You wanna back out?” You asked, slightly shocked. Max shook his head frantically, “kidding, darling. I’m all in, 100%”

You leave Max in your bedroom as you go off to wash off your makeup and change into pjs. “Oh I left you jersey on your laundry basket!” Max calls from his spot in bed.

You glance over at the basket, your beloved Vettel jersey sitting on the pile of dirty clothes. “If you had it, what did I wear home?” You call back, pulling on one of Max’s t-shirts.

“My shirt.” he laughed, “had to find another one before press.”

“Sorry,” you laugh, climbing into bed next to your boyfriend. You curled into his side, your leg tossed over his as he scrolled through Netflix on your tv. Your phone chimed and you ignored it before it chimed a few more times.

“Who is that?” you ask, he reaches for the phone and scrolls through the texts before handing it off to you with a smile on his face.

There are 3 messages from your dad.

From Dad: Called it since you two were 18.

From Dad: Glad you two figured it out.

From Dad: And followed my advice! Love you kid.

“I guess we’re busted hm?” You glance at your boyfriend.

“Just like we’re teenagers again.” Max laughed, leaning down to kiss you.

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