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"the hottest thing a man could do is drive one-handed, palming the stirring wheel."

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No Pain, No Game

this is my first fanfiction so its probably rushed into plot ect. Its Max Verstappen x Y/N.

Tw.

Swearing, Violence, Mentions of Blood, Alcohol, Car Crash, Very Unrealistic, A bit Rushed, Sex/Mentions of it (eg. Being Turned on.).

I think thats everything, its also unfinished :)

13+ - if you are under the age of 13 please don't read this fanfic.

enjoy.

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Driving for Red bull had its ups and downs. There were more positives luckily, such as, benefit's, pay; the car itself. But, a huge disadvantage? Your teammate - Max Verstappen. The three times world champion wasn't happy when you made an appearance on the team. Something just didn't click between them, and you were determined to figure out what it was, and why.

"Y/n." your advisors voice broke you out of your thoughts. "P2, great work!" He compliments, "How'd you feel about it?" he asked.

"Pretty shit." you said, not looking at him from the seat. "With Max in pole position, its basically a scrap for the win." you admitted you're thoughts sheepishly. He nods his head, understanding your worries. "What if one of us screw up? What if i crash, or he does?" you mutter, it was mainly a thought to yourself, but he heard it anyways.

"Just don't beat yourself up over it. you'll do fine."

But, you're thoughts told you otherwise.

You nodded in appritation of his words. It wasn't the crash you were worried about, it was your teammates reaction that scared you... you tried not to think about it, but the thought was engraved into your mind.

~

It was Sunday morning, 8:17 am, the sun was hidden behind a fog of clouds; as Redbull were in a meeting with the two teammates to make a stratergy.

You tried to listen, you really did, but you're thoughts and the looks Max were giving you had distracted you completely, as the poor stratagist explained everything.

You were anxiously bobbing your right leg up and down as you were lost in you're own thoughts. Surprisingly, people around you didn't notice - or they just didn't care, but it was far beyond her now.

~

POV changed to 3rd person:

She was walking to her room, when she got yanked into a room she was simply passing. The room was full of tables - like a briefing room, yet, no one was sat in a meeting. In fact no one was there at all. Except her and the person who pulled her inside.

It took her afew seconds to realise she was pratically shoved against the door, which had been closed upon her entry. She couldn't see who grabbed her, yet she could hear and feel they're breath on her. It was slow and collected, despite the situation she was in.

There was silence for a few seconds. Like the person was letting her process what was going on. Then a husky voice broke the silence, it was as if the person was trying to stay quiet, but not too quiet.

"You stay behind me in this race, you hear me?" the males voice growled, "Overtake me and see what happens." they added aggresivley. It was a threat no doubt, but why should she listen to this idiot?

She'd already put a name to the voice, which wasn't hard considering how unique the Dutch's accent was among the racers.

"Wha-" was all she could say before a hand covered her mouth. It was a bold and aggressive move, but she couldn't do anything because of the position she was in.

Max's hand stayed over her mouth to prevent her speaking, and moved her against the door, harder. "I said, do you understand?" the boy gritted through his teeth. He wasn't going to take no for an answer and it was very clear by his body language.

Since she couldn't say anything, due to him preventing words coming out her mouth, she knew a simple nod or shake of the head was all that she needed to do. She adjusted her head slightly, only to realise how close they actually were. From anyone who saw this from the outside they'd assume it was a couple being intermate, but it wasn't that. She knew it, but her brain wouldn't tell her that.

Her thoughts were clouded, with most certainly creative fantasies about this; which she wasnt happy about, for sure.

His harsh voice snapped her back into a reality check. "Y/n, I said do you fucking understand me?!" He was demanding for an answer now; and she was so dumbfounded and confused, so she just nodded like a dumb dog.

"Good girl," Were the next words to leave his mouth, moving his hand from her mouth to her chin. Guiding her face around, as if studying it. A small smirk playing at his lips. His grip was tight, tight enough to leave a red mark for an hour or two, but not tight enough to bruise her skin.

"Now go get ready for the race." He grumbled, letting her go. She could still feel his hands on her and for sure had some mark in place, and luckily it wasnt perminent, but she didn't want him to boss her about.

She knew she'd just have to deal with him for now. So she left, getting ready for this race; and man she was terrified.

~

She went to the garage to see her car, get her helmet, ect. All the necesities she needed to do to start the race. Max was in his own world, headphones in and getting ready. The two's relationship was clearly not a good one, and the interaction earlier added more tension.

She decided to go for a walk outside the paddock, due to having extra time. It was peaceful as she moved towards the still lake. She could hear the frogs croaking in the murky weather, it was sure to rain, it just hadn't yet, she hoped it it wouldn't effect her results in the race.

As she walked her boots squelched in the mud leaving new prints into the soil below her. Worms danced on the fresh mud and spiders crawling across the grass, begging for rain to fall, yet none did. The soil was moist - moist enough to squelch through it, but not enough to satisfy natures needs.

A whistle was heard in the distance, followed by the sound of someone calling they're dog. But she didnt pay attention to that.

As she checked the time it was 8:57 am. She had three minuets to get back to the paddock before they had the cars onto the track, so she headed back, quickly through the field.

When she suddenly tripped over in a ditch, landing on something that caused a cut to her knee, but she didnt look back. She had no time. She got back up and went to continue.

Luckily, she got back with a minuet to spare as she approached the garage. The cut wasnt too severe or painful, so she managed fine. It did however give her a rush of adrenaline, which is very useful for racing.

~

The car's were all lined up, fans watching as the drivers waited for the lights.

The leaderboard stood as: Max Verstappen in pole position, then Y/N L/N in P2, Lewis Hamelton P3, Charles Leclerc P4, Carlos Sainz P5, Lando Norris P6, ect.

It was good that both Redbull racers were in pole position and P2. Well, thats what they thought.

The lights turned on, adrenaline pumping through her veins. She was excited, loving the thrill of racing as most drivers did. The lights went off and the cars sped off.

There wasnt much shift in the positions in the first lap, as the clouds grew darker. Rain threatening to fall onto them.

As Y/N was driving she noticed the wheels were extra slippery, which made her nervous. If it did rain, the car could loose control and she could cause an accident.

Lap three was completed Carlos going into P4, overtaking his teammate - Charles Leclerc - Lewis went for a tire change, causing him to fall into P6, Lando P5, Charles P4, Carlos P3, Y/N P2.

The weather started spitting with rain. The track wettning becoming harder to race on. Lando managed to get to P4 as Carlos also went to a tire change.

She was nervous when the rain reports came, she felt as if the car was like Bambi on ice, and it was only a matter of time before Bambi fell.

She managed to get a 7th lap in before the second turn when she lost control of the car, crashing into Charles and Max. The three car's slid to the side of the track as a yellow flag was waved due to no one being injured. (AN ~ idk what that actually means but give me this one if im wrong)

Her body was still pumping with adrenaline when she crashed. She put her visor down, so her face was hidden by the helmet. She was upset since the accident wasnt her fault, and the tires were slippery.

She looked up, sighing. Then getting out of the car.

Charles approached her first, he was angry but understood that there wasnt anything she could have done to stop the accident. He also made sure she was okay, before going back to the paddock.

Max however, was fuming.

~

He approached her once Charles was gone and whacked her helmet, "Dumb bitch." he growled. "You had two jobs, dont crash and stay behind me. But you fucked it up." He spat at her, shoving her away from him.

She understood Max's rage, but felt he was being unfair, due to her not having full control of the tires.

He grabbed her collar; and pressed the two's helmets against each others harshly, "This is why you should stick to the bedroom. You can't go wrong when your being told what to do." he spat at her. "I'm all for women being in this sport, but you are something else." he said, she was happy her helmet was covering her face, so he couldnt see her silent, pathetic tears.

'You either be a dick or have one.' She thought. No way in a million years would she say that to Max. He'd kill her.

He hit her helmet again in frustration. "I cant believe you. im just so angry right now i could-." he stopped himself. He knew he was acting on emotions and not logic or fairness. He also knew he couldnt take back anything he just said to her. He was conflicted on what to do, and was reminding himself of his dad.

She was still his teammate after all. Half of him wanted to comfort her and apologize but the other half was thinking of violence. He was too conflicted. His thoughts moved to her fragile looking body, and it was safe to say that he blushed at that - subtly; and he was so thankful he kept his helmet on.

"Just- watch it next time." He said, keeping some annoyance in his tone. He then took her gloved hand into his and walked back to they're garage, with her trailing behind, like a puppy. He had a sudden urge to protect her, it was almost instinctive; so he acted on it. He wasnt weak he was just a teamplayer - is what he kept telling himself.

His face was like a cherry under the helmet, and her's was very similar. The vauge thoughts coming back to her. She didnt know why he's suddenly so lovely towards her, but didnt object.

~

They both knew interviewers were going to be all over what happened during and after the crash, but she was so exhausted, too exhausted to answer questions, as the adrenaline slowly left her.

Max sighed and lead her to his room, she was like a puppy, so happy and energetic, but also so vunerable and cute.

He couldnt believe he was thinking this but, maybe he was harsh because he liked her? No, he didnt like her because she was too childish, and didnt take anything seriously, right?

The thought stayed in his mind as he closed the door behind him to his room.

He faced her and put they're helmets together again, lightly this time, "im sorry Y/N." he said, "i just- i get mad, and when i get mad i act out and say things i dont mean. Its not good, i know... but i dont mean anything by it." he said, he removed his helmet and put it on the chair then took hers off, doing the same.

"You look tired," he said, not politely but it was an improvement. "Sleep." he said, putting her into his bed and tucking her in.

She was too tired, and this was new from Max. She didnt know what it meant, but she was slightly flustered by it.

As Max was about to leave she said, "wait. can you stay with me until i sleep?" it was a bold question, but she didnt want to be alone.

Max stopped, slightly shocked at the question. But reluctantly agreed. He just planned on watching her from afar, but she made spave next to her, and he couldnt resist.

The two were in an awkward silence as she closed her eyes, trying to sleep. As she was getting to sleep she shuffled closer to him, ever so slightly. He looked down at her noticing the small movement.

He sighed to himself, quietly. Then moved her so her head was on his chest. He didnt expect to be affected by this but it did something to him. It could have turned him on, made him anxious, annoyed or even happy. But whatever it was, he wasnt used to it or didnt like it. So he chickened out.

She was asleep, so he put her head onto the pillow and left. It was just too much for him at that moment.

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Im dyslexic so a lot of spelling mistakes lol

NOT proofread and not realistic

part 2 out soon !!