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bellewintersroe · 8 months

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Lance Stroll x HornerDaughter! BFF Smut.

Ok this is loosely based of an audio linked by @2-fast-2-curious because she’s doing gods work out here with her F1 audio masterlist, I’m not sure if I should link the actual audio I don’t wanna steal anything, but anyway here’s some Lance smut so 18+. warning: explicit content, intoxication, funny drunken arguments, masturbation, unprotected sex, unexpected sex, creampie, oral, admission of feelings? probs not a warning but yolo. I LOVE writing as reader being Horner’s daughter it’s just fun ok. Reader and Lance are besties and have been for a while but they reunite and something clicks between them, anyway enjoy…

Partying it up in Monaco was probably the pinnacle of my life. Nothing could get better than being 22 and dancing on a yacht with all of your closest friends. Promiscuous Girl was blaring through the speakers as the yacht began its way back to dock in the harbour. It was a Saturday night and the expensive town of Monte Carlo was bustling. Vibrant nights exploded through the night sky and vibrations of all kinds of music spread through my body.

“Should you be up there?!” Lance asked, one of my closest friends as he stared up to me on the back of the drivers platform. “No.” I giggled, “c’mon, let’s get you down.” He held his hands out, helping me down off the side. “We’re going back to Jaspers, are you coming?” He questioned as I jumped, a little uneasy on my feet as the boat rocked slightly.

“We’re going back to Jaspers? And not a club?!” I almost burst out laughing, out of everywhere to choose from we were going back to a house party- equivalent to afters? “Yeah, I don’t know why.” Lance shook his head, watching me for a second before scanning around the boat. When he turned away I stole a glimpse before mimicking his action of watching all our friend. The good majority of us had known each other for a good 10+ years, now we were all back in Monaco to celebrate nothing particular, it felt like a school reunion. “Aren’t you glad to be back with everyone?” I then nudged the Canadian who I’d known since being a child. “Yeah, it’s kinda weird. Everything feels normal again.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean…” I faintly muttered, gazing into the distance. “You’re so corny, you know!” I then teased, jabbing his side. “Hey, you asked!” He playfully knocked me back as we engaged in a gentle scuffle. “You’re the one person I hoped wasn’t coming to this party!” He joked as I gasped, “and you’re the one person I want to push overboard!” With a gentle shove back, Lance giggled cheekily, holding my arms still.

“Get your dirty hands off me. I don’t know where they’ve been.” I teased, firmly crossing my arms across my chest. “You don’t even wanna know, miss Horner.”

“You’re right, I don’t… I’m gonna go get a drink before we dock, you coming?” “Sure…”

Soon enough we docked, and the main bulk of us went to Jasper’s house. I mainly lingered around my closest girls, piling into the bathroom, sitting in the bathtub, having deep conversations in the tub one minute and then dancing the next. It was just like how it felt when we were all 16. I’d always eagerly tried to recreate my teenage years, missing the freedom and carefree attitude I always had, so the whole nice was like a free cure for any of my problems. At one point, Jasper and Kiran, butted heads. They were way too drunk, and you just know when their shirts off and their ego’s were inflated, there’d be trouble. “Nah bro, you’re still the same as school.” Jasper waved him off, Kiran frowning, squint growing as he got progressively more angry. Kiran and Jasper went to the same international school in the south of France, they always fought. They’d fight over girls, alcohol, cars, money, and when there was nothing to fight over they’d fight over nothing.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” The Italian responded as a few of us gathered, waiting for the entertainment to start. “You’re still a prick mate, you act like a fucking 16 year old.” “Oh, here we go…” Somebody muttered from besides me, I glanced up to see Lance and a smile grew. “What are they fighting over now?”

“Erm, something to do with shoes and alcohol bottles, I don’t even know.” I waved it off. “Nice.” Lance, along with about six more of us stood and watched the argument progress until the men were almost head butting one another.

“Maybe I should stop this now…” Lance comically sighed. “Or maybe I should wait for it to get physical.” Within seconds it got physical. “Oh shit.” Lance flew forwards and others attempted to break up the fight. It was comical, drunken fights always were so dramatic, it made me laugh. I stood there and laughed out loud, I must’ve looked so unhelpful but when masculine men got all fragile and crazy it was funny. The fight caused the party to end, probably at the right time, many people were staying there, but with my family’s house nearby, I thought it would be best just to head back. “Oh you’re leaving?!” My friend Molly exclaimed.

“I’m going to bed.” I yawned, my sobriety taking over and exhausting me. “What? You’re not staying over here?!” She exclaimed. “I was gonna go to my bed.” I was then met with a chorus of complaints pleading me to stay as it would be ‘just like old times’. What I didn’t expect was to be stuffed on a sheet on the floor in a room where the air-con was blasting me to death. I was in my underwear and one of Jasper’s shirts, trying to bunch up as much blanket as possible but Naomi, who I slept besides, rolled over and took them all. After an hour or so the sleep wouldn’t come, so I excused myself (silently) and just stood in the hallway shuddering slightly. I suppose it wasn’t too late to go home, it was nearing 4:30AM and sleep would be non existent, unless I found somebody who actually had a bed to themselves. I turned lightly seeing the door to Lance’s room on the bottom floor open, swiftly I patted down the stairs with a quiet giggle knowing I could bug him enough to sleep in the bed. We used to share all the time when we were younger, so to me it wasn’t such a big deal.

Creeping in, I nudged open the door to see Lance’s face lit up with the reflection of his face. “Hey..” he whispered, a smile growing as he dropped his phone to one side. “Can I come in?” I asked.

“Yeah, sure. Shut the door behind you.” He pushed himself up a little to reveal he was shirtless. Again, no big deal, right? I giggled, closing the door behind me as he patted the bed besides him. “Couldn’t sleep?” He questioned. “No, I was on the floor and Naomi was hogging the covers.” I tucked my legs up under me on the bed, facing him directly. “Unlucky. You cold? Come get under.” The Canadian hushed, budging up as I felt the relief of slipping under the blankets, warm from where he’d been laying.

“Why’re you awake?” I then questioned pulling them all the way up over my shoulders. “Couldn’t sleep. Hey, this is like old times again isn’t it?” He nudged softly, the warm of his arm brushing against the cool of mine with a hiss. “You’re so cold, c’mere.” He wrapped his arm around me, sinking down into the sheets as we borderline cuddled. “Now it’s like old times.” I pointed out as he giggled again. “Oh yeah? We used to do this a lot, didn’t we?” Expect now it felt different. Lance and I were no longer awkward and frigid 16 year olds, he had muscles, I had boobs, there was extra parts pushing against extra parts and it made me feel… different.

“I know, back when we were both frigid.” I whispered knocking into his chest which my arm laid across. Lance let out a laugh a little too loud in return. “We both were weren’t we..” He then sighed as I let out a giggle before a comfortable silence took over us. “This bed is so much comfier.” I muttered, staring into the darkness of the bedroom. Truthfully, there was something a lot more intimate about sharing a bed with Lance all these years later. “You’re a lot comfier than you used to be.” I nuzzled up, my chest pressing up against his side. “Me? Really, why?” “Muscles.” I squeezed at his bicep playfully as he swatted me away when the action must’ve been ticklish. “Yeah well, you’ve got tits now, didn’t you used to be like a waterboard?!” He fired back playfully as I choked out a gasp, attempting to push at him but his hands grasped mine.

“I had small ones, thank you very much!” Lance laughed at my response. “Oh, what the fuck.” He quickly spoke, arm falling back around me and resting softly on my upper back. “What?” I giggled, pushing up. Our faces were super close and for the first time in forever I felt something spark up inside of me. Lance’s smile softened as his eyes roamed over my face before down to my chest.

“Who’s shirt is that?” “My boyfriends.” I lied as Lance shifted quickly. “I’m kidding. It’s Jaspers!” My eyes widened. “Oh.” There was an evident relief on his face and in that moment I felt my knee knock against his leg. “I had no shirt to sleep in, but it’s kinda… uncomfortable.” The shirt was scratchy, it was drowning me and I most definitely couldn’t sleep in it. “Why don’t you take it off?” Lance glanced up and down to my propped up state. His words were quick and I could see the slight worry that twitched in his eye after he answered. “Take it off? Now?” My breath was hitched as the two of us stared back to each other.

“Yeah…” Lance didn’t break eye contact as my lips stretched out into a grin at his seriousness. “What? Shut the fuck up, I’m being serious.” He joked as I smirked down, fiddling with the hem of it.

“But I’m not wearing anything under…” “Oh you’re not?” Lance seemed on edge, eyes constantly dropping down. The peaks of my nipples were pressed up against the fabric and if he looked close I swore he could see the outline of my piercings.

“No…” I whispered gently as his free hand slid forwards, fiddling with the end of my shirt. It seemed to happen in an instant that my top was off and my breasts were exposed. I giggled, covering them slightly as I laid back, Lance propped to the side of me. “Don’t go all shy!” He chuckled. “I’m not, I’m not.” I pushed them together slightly, feeling Lances eyes fixated on them. I knew I was getting turned on, I wondered if he felt the same? There was an undeniable tension between us and I was shocked that we’d actually crossed the barrier of being ‘just friends’. “You’ve got really good tits.” His voice lowered, as I scanned over his body. “Your turn.” Except the only thing he was wearing was his underwear. With a smile, Lance pushed his hands under the hem of his Calvin Kleins, freeing himself but he was hidden under the duvet. “What’re we doing right now?” He quickly laughed to himself as I giggled, arching my back slightly. “Is this weird?” He then muttered, hand disappearing under the covers. “I don’t know, is it?”

“No… what’d you- uh, want me to do?” Lance quietly asked, almost shyly. “I don’t want you to do anything.” I teased, giggling as I glanced down. “You just said take them off!” By the looks of it they were already half off. “I know!” “Fuck it… now I’m fully naked and you’re not!” He pointed out. “You want me to take my underwear off?” My heart was beating rapidly as I laid against the pillow, gazing up to him. His hand brushed against my naked waist, resulting in me swallowing harshly.

“Yeah, I want you to..” his voice was so gentle I barely heard it. I looked down, my hands sliding under the band of my thongs feeling his hand meeting mine and pushing them off, exposing me completely. I felt the blood rush to my core as I squeezed my legs together, looking back up to him with a smile.

“What do you wanna do now?” I lightly asked. “I dunno- you wanna kiss me?” To this I burst out laughing. “Fine! We won’t kiss!” He chuckled, placing a hand on my stomach.

“Wouldn’t that make it weird?” I dumbly asked, becoming lost at the sensation of his large hand sprawled across my stomach and hip bone. “What and this wouldn’t?” He muttered, fingers grazing over my skin as I inhaled deeply.

“No.” I swallowed, glancing down to where Lance’s hand had slipped off me and onto himself. “What’re you having a wank or something?” I teased. “No, I’m just… I’m fucking hard.” He admitted as I felt a blush rise on my face.

“Why?”

“Why? Cos you’re naked and fucking hot as fuck right now.” He spoke as I smiled, “you wanna touch yourself?”

“Fuck, yeah.” Lance borderline whined as I felt his movements begin under the covers. I bit down on my finger, giggling deviously as butterflies erupted in my lower stomach. I didn’t think I’d been this turned on in a long long time- and it was over one of my lifelong friends? I always knew Lance was hot, but not this hot.

“Touch yourself as well, it’s only fair.” He panted out a laugh as my fingers slipped down. The minute I made contact with my clit I felt relief, applying pressure to my throbbing pussy. “Fuck.” Lance uttered, mesmerised as his eyes wandered over me, his jaw slightly hung slack as he jittered as his hand moved a little quicker.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this…” I snickered, hearing him hum out a laugh. “Can I touch you?” He then questioned, making me slightly nervous. “Yeah.” God, I wanted him to, the room felt red hot with tension. Lance’s hand slid over my tits, giving them a squeeze slightly before moving down to my pussy. He didn’t waste anytime, I was getting wetter by the second, and when his fingers touched me I let out a soft gasp at the sensation. My best friend was touching me so intimately, the more I watched him, the more shocked I was, it felt fucking great, the adrenaline was pumping inside of me and I felt desperate for Lance. I was trying to keep quiet, and also keep my composure, but Lance was too fucking good at this. “I need to taste you, fuck.” He shifted, sliding to the end of the bed as I covered my mouth with my arm, choking out a moan.

Lance was like a fucking god as he ate me out. His mouth was so warm against my pussy and he physically moaned as he licked and sucked over my clit. “Fuck- I can’t believe you’re so good at this.”

“Yeah… you wanna return the favour?” He teased. “Yeah.” I seriously whined. “Yeah?” He kissed my upper pubic bone as I lifted my head, nodding with a gentle breath. Lance switched our positions around, scraping my hair back gently as I smiled, shyly moving forwards.

“Is this weird?” I asked, his cock literally in my hand. “No.” He seemed tense. “Just go slow or I might bust too quick.”

“Really?” I slowly tugged on his member, teasing over the smooth skin as he let out a shaky breath. “Fuck, don’t laugh.” He nudged my shoulder as I giggled, moving down and wrapping my lips around his cock. Hearing Lance moan as I pleasured him with my mouth was something I never expected. It felt so dirty and raunchy, it turned me on even more. The way his arms trembled as he gripped the bed sheets, sliding his fingers through my hair, or when he pleaded for me to slow down.

“Fuck, don’t cum!” I laughed, swiping my thumb against the corner of my mouth. “You’re so fucking good at that, oh my god…” he sounded so turned on, his voice was low and sultry, pulling me by the arms on top of him. “I wanna fuck you, can I fuck you?” He was wide eyes, scanning over my own.

“Yeah.” I was breathless, reaching for his cock as I eased it inside myself, the two of us letting out a sigh in pleasure. It had been so long since anybody had fucked me, and the fact it was Lance made everything feel 10x better.

“Oh my god.” I moaned as I bounced ontop of him. “Oh fuck, baby, bounce on my cock, like that.”

“Lance.” I whined in response as he hummed, holding onto either side of my hips. “You feel so good.” His head tipped back with a moan as I lifted my hips, bouncing on my knees on top of his cock.

“So do you.” I panted, the sound of our skin slapping and the bed creaking filling the room. We continued like that for a few more minutes, Lance pulled me down, our faces inches apart as he fucked into me. “Fuck, I’ve needed this so bad.” He groaned, his hips slapping into mine as I let out an open mouthed moan, his hand sliding up the back of my head.

“Kiss me, fuck y/n, kiss me.” Lance begged as I pressed my lips against his firmly. It felt so good, the kiss was so heated and desperate, it spurred the sex on further.

“Fuck, my legs.” I groaned, “lazy.” Lance teased as I scoffed. “Shut up or I’ll stop.” He smirked, flipping us around as the bed creaked under out movements. There was movement outside the other room, footsteps drawing closer and moving past the room as Lance and I stared back to each other in amusement. “Sh, sh, sh.” He hushed, looking towards the door. I giggled, bucking my hips up playfully.

“They’re going to the bathroom.” He whispered, turning down and laughing, purposefully pinning his hips up against mine to the bed. The movements started again, slowly. I could hear whoever was in the toilet flushing the toilet and the run of the tap, until we heard the bedroom door close again it was a mission to stay quiet. “Fuck me properly now, fuck me.” I pleaded with Lance, wrapping my arms over his shoulder as he spread my legs wider, beginning to thrust into me once again. Our quiet moans filled the room, his cock pushed up deep inside of me as his balls slapped against my skin.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this, oh my god.” He laughed as I giggled, pulling him in for another kiss. “I wanted you for so long.” He admitted as I let out another moan, muffling it with another kiss. “Fuck me, fuck me.” The sex continued, in doggy, spooning, back in missionary, it felt like we were at it for ages.

“Can you cum like this?” Lance questioned, voice on edge as he held me close. “Not like this.” I admitted, he didn’t hesitate to move down and pleasure me with his mouth again.

It didn’t take long before he was pushing me over the edge, giving me the first ever orgasm from oral ever. I felt like I was in bliss, and after a few more thrusts inside of me, Lance was jerking himself over my stomach and tits, spilling his cum with a bitten back groan.

“Fuck, fuck.” The Canadian man tossed his head back, falling forwards on top of me, kissing me deeply as I hummed against his lips, scraping my hand through his messy hair. “You were so fucking good.” I cooed as he let out a husky hum, continuing to keep his lips against mine.

“So were you. Fuck, I’ve been in love with you for so long…” his words startled me, a warmth spreading through me as I gasped out. “Have you?” He pushed up on top of me, lingering there as he nodded shyly.

“I think- I think I love you too…”

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formulavilla7 · 2 years

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Max Verstappen x Horner daughter reader Chapter 5

Here’s the 5th chapter to my Max story. I’m so so sorry for the long wait, I know it’s been ages since I posted chapter 4 and thank you so much for sticking with this story. I was really struggling for ideas for this chapter and I had a writer’s block so thank you to those of you who helped. I’d like to give a special mention to @kiimmie33 and @laura-naruto-fan1998 for their help as I was really finding it hard and they gave me inspiration. I’m hoping to have the next chapter ready quicker than this, I’m looking forward to writing it as I have lots of ideas that I hope you’ll enjoy.

The Hungarian Grand Prix, held at the Hungaroring near Budapest, always had a high attendance. The fans were passionate and loud and it was always a great race. Well, ‘always’ was subjective on this occasion.

The weekend had started quite well for him. He’d been in the podium positions across all three practice sessions and had qualified third overall, which he didn’t mind too much. Qualifying third could be beneficial on a race start anyway. He knew that

Going into the race, he’d tried to banish all thought of Silverstone from his mind. His bruises had healed and he’d had two weeks to train and return to his strong mentality. It wasn’t only physical bruises he’d had from the crash. His pride had also suffered but he’d patched it up. This could be his race.

The optimism he’d had wilted on the first lap. It was chaos. Their previous tyre strategy all went out of the window as the rain forced them to use intermediate tyres rather than the preplanned softs

Hamilton had got away well from the beginning but Bottas hadn’t and had dropped back to allow Max to come up alongside him. The Finn then dropped places and had contact with Lando Norris which created a chain reaction of crashes like a line of dominos falling. Both Max and Sergio were caught up in the crash alongside some of their fellow drivers. Then Lance Stroll arrived quickly onto the scene and crashed into a Ferrari and a McLaren, causing the stewards to red flag the race.

Max was furious, he’d fallen down the order and his car had a lot of damage. His race had become tougher now and he was without Sergio following his retirement from the race.

Everyone pitted for the standing start besides Hamilton, which Max had never seen before. The track had dried so most people had decided to change their tyres. Following his pit, Max came out 13th and managed to quickly climb to 12th.

Hamilton pitted allowing Max and the rest of the field through and then Max rose to 11th after Mazepin’s retirement.

Max was fighting hard with Mick Schumacher to get 10th position. Mick wasn’t giving up and Max went off the track in the process, with the Haas driver staying ahead. The Dutchman went for the overtake, going round the outside of the German and banging wheels with him, finally getting ahead at turn 3 and into the points positions. Max had always liked and respected Mick. They’d been friends since they were children when their fathers were racing and he remembered himself and Mick creating their own Dutch-German hybrid language to communicate and how kind ‘Uncle Michael’ had been. They were fond memories but at the moment Max had no time for sentimentality.

He rose to 9th. Hamilton was setting the fastest laps in the race but was currently behind him in P11 and pitting. Max pitted a lap lately to try and hinder the Brit’s advantage but Hamilton managed to undercut him as Max was coming out of the pits, which only added to the frustration Max was feeling.

The chequered flag arrived and the emotions still bubbled within Max. Hamilton had come 3rd following the race and later on it was revealed that he would be boosted to second as Sebastian Vettel, who’d taken second in the race, had been disqualified because they couldn’t complete the fuel check.

Esteban Ocon had won his first Grand Prix in Formula 1. He wasn’t the closest with Esteban, they’d been rivals in karting and the lower Formulas and they’d had a very public disagreement in 2018 at Brazil when the Frenchman had hit him trying to unlap himself but Max was happy for him. He knew that Ocon was a talented driver and that it meant a lot to win your first race and so he briefly congratulated him.

Now he was sitting in his hotel room, the race result still swimming in his thoughts. He’d finished 9th and taken two points from the race whereas Hamilton now had 18 points

His phone buzzed. It was Daniel. ‘Hey mate, I know today’s race was a bit of a mess for a lot of us but we were going to go out and try and forget it for the night. You in?’

Max considered it for a short time, trying to decide if he was up for that. He sighed, he didn’t exactly have anything better to do and he didn’t want to wallow in self pity all night. ‘Sure’ he replied before he got off the bed and started to get ready.

They arrived outside a club in Budapest and Max began to wonder if he was really up for this. He saw some of his fellow drivers like Lando, Pierre, Yuki and Mick alongside Daniel and Charles Leclerc. They all turned when he walked in and smiled but Max knew that for some of them it was more of an effort. The majority of those drivers had been affected by the crash besides Pierre and Yuki who’d finished 5th and 6th.

“Hey guys” he said, trying to force a smile of his own

“Hey” came the various mumbled replies

“Right” said Daniel abruptly “That’s enough of that. I know most of us didn’t finish where we’d like but we’re going to forget about that and have fun. Okay?”

“Okay” they all agreed

“Good. Now who’s buying the first round?”

The evening progressed rather well after that with Max slowly beginning to forget the race and enjoy himself after a few drinks, relaxing a bit and having fun with his friends.

Then he saw her. Y/N. She was standing on the opposite side of the club, wearing a beautiful dress and chatting animatedly with a tall man.

Jealousy reared in Max and he began to lose his enjoyment again. She laughed at something he’d said. He highly doubted she was flirting with the man but that didn’t curb the growing insecurity within Max. Did she find the man more attractive than Max? Did she think he was funnier?

He scolded himself for thinking like that and at that moment she turned her head and a bright smile appeared on her face. She said something to the man and left, coming towards Max.

“Max!” She said cheerfully “Hi! I didn’t expect to see you here”

“Hey Y/N” he said trying to act normal “Daniel invited me. We all thought we’d try to take our minds off the race”

She turned smiling at the other drivers, who were all looking at them curiously. Daniel, however, was giving them both a knowing look and Max was getting the brunt of it. He glared slightly at him

She turned back to Max, still with a warm smile

“Who were you talking to over there?” Max blurted, unable to stop himself. He winced straight after, knowing how he sounded and met the wide eyes of Daniel.

Y/N’s eyes widened and the smile flickered on her face slightly “He’s someone that I used to know. He moved to Hungary years ago and I haven’t seen him since”

“Were you close?” Max had started now and he had to know

“Not particularly, we talked and got on but we weren’t close”

“Right” Max said. He believed her but still that insecurity was there. Her eyes were truthful and her face was honest but Max was still questioning himself

“He was telling me about a Hungarian girl he met anyway, they’ve been dating for a while now. He showed me a picture”

That made Max feel a bit better

She lowered her voice, noting the company they had “You don’t have to be jealous Max. I like you and only you. You don’t have to be insecure, I think you’re amazing as you are.”

Max was overwhelmed with emotion and only one thing was on his mind “Ik hou van je, schatje”

She smiled “What does that mean?”

“I’ll tell you one day” he smiled secretively

She rolled her eyes fondly “Come on, let’s enjoy the rest of the night”

And so they did. They chatted and laughed with the others, dancing and drinking and just being carefree. The other drivers began to get a clearer idea of their relationship from the looks in both of their eyes and their previous behaviour but they were happy for them. Some of them even pushed Max’s buttons in a friendly way by asking Y/N to dance and watching as Max tried not to get jealous, his attempt at a smile more of a grimace as if he’d sucked on a lemon but he visibly brightened every time she returned to his side.

It was now Spa. Max’s honorary home Grand Prix. He was Dutch and had always felt more Dutch despite being born in Belgium yet Spa was one of his favourite races. The circuit was iconic and part of the history of Formula 1. It had a famous corner in Eau Rouge that he wished was safer but for the most part he enjoyed his time racing at Spa.

They’d had a long break for the summer and Max had appreciated having the time off to relax and take his mind away from racing. He’d spent time with his family and also gone on holiday to soak in the sun whilst he could. He’d kept in contact with Y/N of course. They’d had video calls late into the night talking or watching a film or anything they could think of, which usually ended with Y/N falling asleep on the other side. She’d even come to Monaco for a few days and had managed to keep it hidden from Christian and Geri somehow. They’d walked around the principality, spending hours sitting by the harbour and they’d eaten ice cream together. He’d laughed when she’d accidentally smeared some on her nose and he’d wiped it off. He’d had a lot of fun.

Now he had to return to racing. He was still battling for the title and he couldn’t let his guard down now. The weather was a different story now, it had not stopped raining since they’d got to Belgium. It wasn’t light rain either. The rain was pelting down.

He’d managed podium places across practice and qualified first for the Grand Prix ahead of a surprise inclusion in George Russell. The Williams driver had done amazingly well and had relegated Lewis Hamilton to third in a much slower car, helping Max as Hamilton was 8 points ahead in the championship.

The day of the Grand Prix came and the weather was no better. The FIA were delaying the race in the hope that the weather would improve and they’d even cancelled the Formula 2 races before them. All the teams stayed sat in the garages trying to keep warm and entertained whilst they waited for more information. Y/N had decided she’d try and be helpful and had been making warm drinks for the team. It was a small thing but it was the least she could do and everyone seemed to appreciate it. She’d just handed steaming cups of tea to her dad and Max’s race engineer, GP and was now on her way over to Max.

“Hey Max” she said with a warm smile “I um, I brought you a cup of tea. I don’t really know if you like it but you looked cold.” She held it out to him with a hopeful look

He glanced at the cup with the brown liquid and at the look of hope in her eyes. He didn’t really like tea even though he’d tried to drink it in the past but she’d been kind enough to think of him so he accepted it.

“Thanks” he said, taking a sip. He still wasn’t really a fan but he tried to drink it and not show that on his face.

“How is it?” She asked

“It’s good, thank you” he said, as convincingly as he could

She smiled though she wasn’t certain she believed him. “You don’t like tea, do you Max?”

His eyes widened at being caught

“Erm… I do” he said, voice wavering at the lie

She gave him a look that said “Really?” and he caved

“Ok fine, I’m not a huge fan of it but I do try to drink it. It’s better than coffee”

“Next time just tell me. It was sweet that you drank it anyway but you don’t have to lie”

They stayed chatting for a little while longer, standing close to each other. Some of the team did double takes at seeing them so near each other but most knew that they were amicable with each other but they didn’t know the extent.

Christian was staring at them suspiciously, watching as Y/N giggled at something Max said and the young Dutchman couldn’t help but join in. There was something about them, something in their behaviour and in their eyes that suggested to Christian that there was more under the surface. He’d been oblivious to it but there were small signs. Then again, he could be reading too much into it. He had no idea. He shook the idea from his mind and concentrated on trying to find out more information about the race.

A few hours later and the information was clear. The race would go ahead but they wouldn’t complete the entire race distance as it was too dangerous. They would instead complete two laps under the safety car to allow the race to be classified.

As a result Max was declared the winner and was awarded 12.5 points. Russell received his first podium in F1 and Hamilton gained 7.5 points for finishing third. Naturally Max would take the extra points and the race win but it wasn’t an entirely satisfactory win as there was no racing. He celebrated the win but felt conflicted by how the race had been run. He felt that the fans had been the best by sticking behind the race even when it looked as though it would not go ahead.

He saw people criticising him for his radio message announcing that his visibility was fine because he was at the front. Of course he recognised that for people behind him the visibility wouldn’t be as good but he was answering a question from GP. He tried to ignore them.

He went back to his hotel feeling exhausted after the long, draining day out in the cold and wet weather. He pulled some warm, dry clothes on and had a chill evening watching a film.

He was excited for the next race, his home Grand Prix and he hoped he could be the first Dutch driver to win it. He’d have to wait and see if a dream could become a reality.

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