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Rivals with Benefits - Part 1 - Mick Schumacher x reader

Mick Schumacher x female!reader

Summary: Mick and you were both set to drive for Ferarri. You were two best friends climbing through the ranks together (and through the sheets) but things turn sour. You join Red Bull and Mick is never the same. 

Warnings: This series will contain smut, sexual innuendos, Mick being cocky, swearing

Word Count: 5.6K

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It wasn’t hard to spot him in the crowd. His red racing suit and bright blonde hair stuck out like a sore thumb. His smile glowed as bright as the stars as he held the trophy every driver longed to maintain, the Championship trophy. He had won this year, beating his old teammate to the title they both desperately wanted. 

Mick Schumacher was a world champion, but at what cost? 

Jealousy was plastered all over your face but it wasn’t always like this. You and Mick had driven alongside one another at Haas. Everything was perfect. The pair of you were close, so close to one another that fans and journalists speculated that the pair of you were dating but you both frequently denied that rumour. Technically you two weren’t together but there was something there.

One night you found yourself moaning his name as he fucked you and this wasn’t a one-time thing. A one-time thing turned into a two-time thing then a three-time thing and then it happened every night. That was until Mick suddenly called it off. He turned sour with you, sure he was still nice to you but he seemed to care less for what the two of you once had but that didn’t last. 

Mick joined Ferarri, leaving you at Haas. Since that day he acted like you didn’t exist, he wouldn’t even speak to you for the rest of the season but you couldn’t work out why. Mick just wanted to finish this season and run off to Ferarri so he’d never have to deal with you ever again, Haas wasn’t competitive enough to run for a World Championship so he wouldn’t have to worry about competition, that was until RedBull announced you’d be driving alongside Max Verstappen for them next season. 

You’d broken a promise you’d made Mick a long time ago and now, he never wanted to set eyes on you again. 

“He’s such a prick.” The familiar sound of your Dutch teammate grabbed your attention. Max’s eyes were fixed on Mick and Charles as the two embraced. 

“I thought you liked Mick?” Your eyes fell from Mick and onto Max. 

“I did until you became my teammate, got to hate everyone you hate, it’s in the contract.” He gave you a light smile as he put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. Max had always been there for you when you joined RedBull, he was one of the few people who knew the truth about Mick and he vowed to keep it a secret. Max would often hold you close to him around Schumacher, just to get a reaction and needless to say Mick certainly gave him one. 

Both you and Max had a few DNF’s last season due to Mick but Max made sure to push him to the edge of the track at just the right time for him to hit a curb and go flying into a wall. Yes, it was stupid and extremely dangerous considering it was one of the most dangerous sports in the world; but Mick started it, right? 

“Forget about him, next season…” 

“He won’t get near that trophy next season.” You took one last bitter glance at the boy who turned his head to face you. His beautiful eyes met yours as you turned your back on him. 

That was last year, now Red Bull had a plan, everyone knew you and Max could challenge him for the title, the pair of you had finished second and third last season and Max was already a World Champion so it was possible, you just needed to try harder. The first race of the year was in Bahrain and all the press wanted to know was how you felt after last season. 

Ignoring every single one you headed off to the driver's briefing before qualifying, Max following close behind you. Upon entering you saw Mick with the brightest smile on his face, talking to Daniel about last season. The German's eyes fell on yours and his smile fell and turned into a rather cocky one. 

“Y/l/n…” His tone was a snarky one. You paid him no mind, trying to brush off the fact that every driver was looking towards you as you sat down with Max. “How are you?”

“As good as one can be after being cheated out of the Championship.” 

“You weren’t cheated out of the Championship.” He shifted on his seat to look at you. “Maybe if you learnt to stay on the track you might have scored a few points.”

“I -” Max didn’t let you finish.

“Maybe if your fat ass didn’t push everyone who even got near you off the track we might have finished.” 

“I thought you liked me Verstappen?” Mick arched his brow. 

“Not when I know the truth.”

“Oh?” Mick let out a laugh. “What pathetic lie did she make up about me this time?” 

“Gentlemen…” A loud voice snatched the attention away from you and Max. “And y/n…” Niels Wittich nodded your way, you gave him a small smile at the late acknowledgement as he sat down. “We called this meeting to discuss a few things…” 

“Ignore him.” A British accent flew through your ear. Turning in your seat you were met with two warming smiles, one from Lewis and the other from George. “He just wants to look big in front of everyone else, he wants them to be scared of him so they’ll leave him be on the track.” Lewis winked as he finished speaking. 

Sending a warm smile to the two Mercedes drivers you spoke. “Thank you.” 

Lewis gave you a nod whilst Max took a slight glance at who was behind you before glancing down at you, grabbing your attention. “What?” You whispered. 

“I hate your rivals so you need to hate mine.” 

“A rival for one season, Mick’s been mine for a while now.” 

“Still…” He pouted like a child as he looked at you but like children, you both couldn’t hold in laughter, even if you were in the middle of a meeting. 

“I’ll dislike him, how about that?” You smirked. 

“It’ll do for now.” He turned his attention back to the meeting. 

“I wanted to discuss a few incidents that took place last year, you all know how dangerous this sport can be therefore I want to let you all know that penalties for purposely reckless driving will be higher -”

“Does that also apply to the drivers who live off daddy’s money or just the ones who’ve had to work for it?” You cut Wittich off. “Because if I recall last season Schumacher was given a five-second penalty when he forced me off the track and when I fought him for the track a few races later I got a ten-second penalty, he didn’t leave the track but I did yet for some reason he got off lightly when he made me lose several places -”

“I can assure you Miss y/l/n we will be looking at incidents closely and no favouritism will be shown.”

“Is that you implying favouritism was shown last year?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Sounded like it -”

“Let the man speak y/n.” Mick huffed, throwing his head back slightly but not enough where you could see his expression, not that you needed to. Anyone could tell he looked the spitting image of his father after that famous incident, he always did when he was annoyed. “Also my dad worked for his money.”

“You didn’t.” You hit back. “You just took him for all he had, the famous Schumacher name can’t buy talent, Mick.”

Mick turned on his chair to look at you, venom on his tongue as he spat his next words. “Talent? You want to talk about that? I’m a World Champion, you’re not.”

“You cheated -”

“Cheated? You couldn’t even finish half the time -”

“Because you wouldn’t let me, you’d push me off and cause an accident!”

“Oh come on y/n,” Mick’s devilish smile grew. “We both know I’ve made you finish.” 

His words made the other drivers smirk and a few let out a small giggle, that was mainly Lando and his childish ways. There were a few drivers who never found Mick’s cocky attitude to be amusing, those were Max, Lewis, George, Pierre and Yuki. Charles and Daniel were very much on the fence when it came to these things. Charles wanted to defend his teammate but also adored you. Daniel was the same, to an extent, he wanted everyone to enjoy themselves but never wanted to pick a side, he liked you both. Seb was the same, kind of anyway, you always knew he’d be there for Mick more than you but that never stopped him from pulling Mick aside and talking down to him. 

“I faked it every single time Schumacher.” You wouldn’t let him embarrass you further. If he wanted to tell your secret to the grid (you were sure they already knew anyway, you weren’t exactly silent throughout the whole ideal) then you’d play along with his game. 

“She doesn’t fake it with me.” A smug french accent filled the room. 

“Gentlemen please!” Wittich attempted to calm everyone and bring the focus back onto him, not really wanting to know what went on behind closed doors with the drivers. “And y/n…” He gave another light nod towards you. “Please keep that to yourselves. Does anyone else have any other queries?” 

Everyone stayed silent until Max spoke. “Is that what we were all called in here for?” He raised his brows in amusement. “Just to be told that we can’t drive around like idiots?”

“Yes…”

“Could it have not been sent in an email?” 

“Well yes…” “What a waste of time…”

“Verstappen I think it is key to remember you are one of the drivers I have in mind when talking about reckless driving.”

“This is Formula 1 not ballet.” 

You smiled at his reply, he had a point. You can’t expect people to take part in one of the most dangerous sports in the world and not expect some dangerous moves. Sure stupid ones that would purposely put someone in a coma needs to be pulled up but nine times out of ten it was always an accident unless it was you and Mick. 

“Are we done?” You spoke. 

“We are.” 

“Perfect.” Both you and Max spoke in unison and quickly headed out of the door, not wanting to be walking alongside Mick. 

Qualifying was set to take place in a few minutes and the only time you wanted to think of Mick was when you were holding that Championship trophy in front of him. Even if you had to play dirty, you’d get it this year. 

“How was the briefing?” Christian Horner, your boss approached you and Max as you made your way into the garages.

“Shit,” Max replied. “Schumacher is such a bitch man…” 

“Yeah well do your talking on the track.” Christian turned to you. “Especially you, we’re getting that title this year, either Max or you are going to win it, no one else.” 

“That’s the plan.” You gave him a light smile as you checked over your car. “Or we could just join with Mercedes and let Lewis win it, let him get his eighth and then just annoy Mick by reminding him his dad isn’t as good as Lewis Hamilton.” 

“Over my dead body are we doing that.”Christian gave a small smile to your idea. “Plan A is to get you your first title.” He turned to Max. “Plan B is to get him his third.”He looked back at you. “And if that all goes to shit then Plan C is to let anyone but Ferarri win it, so I’ll consider the Lewis plan.” 

Max frowned. “Why is y/n Plan A?” 

“Because you’ve already won two, you selfish git.” He laughed a small smile on Max’s face appeared. “Now get in that car, you two know the plan, get out ahead, keep it clean and always aim for the fastest lap. Remember you two are a team, work together and never against one another, be a team player when it’s needed but remember you two are both capable of getting that title.” 

Putting your helmet on you couldn’t help but notice a pair of eyes on you. Your sight fell onto Mick. His eyes scanned your body before he met your gaze, a smirk was plastered on his face. He winked as he put his helmet on and turned to his mechanics. Rolling your eyes you turned your attention back to your own car. Your mind was always focused on beating Mick to a title, that was the dream. Your eyes darted over to the Ferrari garage before you looked back to your car. 

Why go for one world title when you could go for eight? 

You and Max were the first ones to get out on track, immediately setting the fastest sectors but it wasn’t long before Ferarri made their moves. Charles was holding the fastest lap time and was standing in P1, Max was P2, Mick was P3 and you were just holding on to P4. You were going into Q3, one last chance to get on pole. 

This time you waited, you watched as Mick and Charles started their laps and that’s where you noticed your mistake. You were still young, a couple of years behind Mick and mistakes would often happen but learning from them could be rather easy, even if you were learning from your rival. It was something Lewis had taught you, watch everyone in front of you, mimic their ways of driving but make it better. You watched as Mick cut the third corner rather tight, making him faster. It was a corner which you took a little wide, losing a valuable second. That and hearing Max yell ‘just put your foot down!’ was more than enough. 

You got back out on the track, your mind thinking logically but also not caring if you went through those corners a lot faster than advised and after just one lap you were up into P1 and Max was in P2, pushing Mick down to P3. You just needed to keep it up and not just for today. 

The session ended with both Red Bulls carrying P1 and P2 and Mick down in P3. The team cheered as the two of you drove back into the garages, trying their best to fight off the media to congratulate you first. Climbing out of the car, you raised your fist to the crowd, smiling as they all cheered yours and Max’s names. Max climbed out alongside you, pulling you into a hug. 

“That was fucking brilliant.” He laughed. “Keep that up tomorrow and you’ll lap Schumacher.” 

“We can only hope.” You smiled as you and he made your way to the team, falling into their arms as they showered the pair of you with praise.

“Well done mate.” Christian smiled as he hugged you. “Brilliant driving today.” You removed your helmet, fixing your hair as you smiled back at him. 

“Thank you.” Taking a deep breath your eyes fell on the glow of the crowd holding banners and flags as they looked down on you. Although Red Bull wasn’t the most loved team in the world you were certainly loved. There was something about being an underdog and working for your opportunity that people loved, even if you drove for one of the most hated teams and you had a rivalry with the golden boy of formula 1 who happened to drive for the most popular team in the world. 

“Mick!” An interviewer grabbed your attention, you watched as he pulled Mick aside. The blonde ran his fingers through his hair, his eyes falling on you for a split second before jumping back to the man in front of him. “You were very unlucky out there today, it seemed as if Ferarri were going to have a one, two today…”

“Yeah it looked hopeful but the Red Bulls are fast, we’ve always known that. They have two very talented drivers so we always knew it would be a challenge but they were clearly the better ones today.” 

You hated this about Mick. He would always act so nice in front of the media, sure he’d throw a few digs your way occasionally when things got heated but he always acted like the perfect person in front of interviewers, clearly, media training had paid off for him. 

“Do you think you’ll be able to take it back tomorrow?” 

“It’ll be a challenge but I think so. We’re in a good position, it could be worse,” He laughed at his own words. “But we certainly have the car to do so and the drivers so it’ll come down to strategy and who can stay calm under the pressure.” 

“Hopefully they’ll fuck up their strategy like they normally do,” Max whispered in your ear, making you laugh. Ferrari was known for many things and their shit strategies were one of them.

“Thank you, Mick.” Mick nodded as he handed the microphone to Max, joining your side. 

“Nice driving today, something sparked up in Q3.” He spoke, looking straight ahead to not draw attention to the two of you. 

“Well Max P2 for you, both Red Bulls starting ahead tomorrow, what did you make of it?” You ignored Mick, focusing on the interview before you. 

“Yes things went very well, very happy for y/n, she did so well today and deserves to be in the front for tomorrow.” You smiled at Max as he spoke, earning an eye roll from Mick. “We’re in a good position, hopefully, we can finish like this tomorrow.”

“Would be a perfect start to the season!”

“Yes definitely, the winning year for one of us hopefully.” 

“Do you plan to go for your third this year?”

“Only if she can’t get her first,” Max replied. You never understood why the man got so much hate from fans, he was as sweet as anything. 

“God he’ll make me be sick if he continues,” Mick complained, he looked down at you before speaking again. “Are you really fucking Gasly?” 

“Still upset?” 

“Just curious.”

“None of your business.” Your blunt tone was enough to suggest he stop talking but he didn’t take the hint. 

“No you’re right, it’s none of my business what man touches what’s mine -”

“Fuck off Schumacher I’m not ‘yours’ you were the one who called off our little affair.” 

“I’m aware y/n but I know one thing that Gasly doesn’t.”

“And what’s that?”

“How to make you feel good, he won’t ever make you feel like I do.” 

“Christ I thought Gasly’s ego was big yet here you stand proving the world wrong yet again.” 

“I’m gonna do the same this year.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

“Win as many titles as my Dad.” 

“That’s sweet.” You faked a smile. “You want to win seven?”

“That’s how many my Dad has won…”

“That’s cute…” You glanced up at him as Max finished his interview. 

“How many do you plan on winning? If you can even get to one?” 

“The first one will come at the end of this year Schumacher but if you must know I plan to win eight, beating you once won’t ever be enough.” You walked off to the interviewer who brightly smiled your way as Max joined Mick.

“Is she really sleeping with Gasly?” He quickly asked Max. 

“Ask her that, not me.”

“I did.” Max scoffed at his reply, a smile and laugh escaping his lips as he did so. 

“She lives in that head of yours more than you like to think.” 

“Y/n!” Max focused on the interview, making sure to jump in if he was needed. “Congratulations for today!”

“Thank you!” Smiling back you felt the glare of Mick and the soft protective eyes of Max. 

“Think you can do it this year?” Laughing softly at his reply you answered. 

“I hope so, I have an incredible team behind me and an even better teammate, I got far last year because of him and them so hopefully we can push that little bit more and secure the title.”

“Max clearly looks out for you a lot, is that something you feel you didn’t get from your past teams and has it helped?” You knew he was referring to Mick and Haas. Everyone was incredible at Haas, Mick included but when he started to throw you aside your times got worse it was only Red Bull who saw potential and put it to good use and it evidently paid off. 

“I had an incredible team at Haas, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for them, so I certainly didn't lack anything there.”

“What about a teammate?” 

You didn’t hesitate, even a small utter of silence would be enough to start a media frenzy. “Mick was fantastic like I said I wouldn’t be here without him.” You gave a thin smile, hoping he’d go back to questions as both Max’s and Mick’s gazes burned your skin. 

“It’s nice to see you both speak so highly of one another after last year.” 

The year Mick cheated you out of the title. 

You let out a low laugh, not wanting to reply to his words. 

“Good luck tomorrow y/n.” He finished. 

“Thank you.” Handing the mic back to him you gave Max a silent request to follow you. The pair of you left Mick and headed back to the garages for a quick debrief before going back to the hotel. 

Max picked up on your deadpanned expression, knowing you wanted just to tell everyone to stop asking about Mick but it if you did it would just come with repercussions, Max knew that well. “They want a reaction -” He broke the silence. 

“They’ll get one if they keep going.” 

“Take it from someone who’s been in your position, don’t give them one.” 

“Is that you telling me you regret threatening a group of journalists?”

“Not really, more think of your PR assistant.” He smiled. “She works hard as it is so don’t make her job any harder.”

“Can’t make any promises Verstappen.” 

—

“What team do you think we’ll both be driving for in the future?” Your sweet voice filled Mick’s hotel room. You laid on his chest as he played with your y/h/c hair. 

“You don’t think we’ll both stay at Haas?” 

“Oh come on Mick we both know we can’t challenge for the title in Haas.” 

He smiled down at you, taking in every inch of your soft skin. “I can see us both in red.”

“Oh yeah?” You propped yourself up on his chest, looking up at him with wide eyes. “You think so?”

“Both of us for Ferarri would be a dream.” He moved your hair out of your face as he smiled brightly. “Promise me?”

“Promise you what?”

“No matter what we’ll stick together and drive for Ferarri together.” His eyes stared deep into yours, longing for an answer. “Promise me?”

You pecked his cheek. “I promise you, we’ll both drive for Ferarri and we’ll win a title one day.” Mick leaned down and placed a long kiss on your lips, deepening the kiss before rolling you over on your back so he could be on top. 

Your mind often wandered back to these memories, Mick’s did too but you both looked back on that one with spite. Mick felt betrayed you never came to Fearri with him but you felt pride for getting some common sense. 

—

The cool night air filled your senses. It was the first race of the season, your first chance to show Mick that you weren’t giving up after last year. The formation lap was about to start, Max was just behind you in P2 and you knew he’d hold Mick back as best he could for you. Max had as much determination to win it as you did but he wanted nothing more than to see Mick Schumacher lose out like you did last year. 

“Don’t look so nervous.” A sudden voice grabbed your attention. You spun around to the garage entrance to see Mick standing before you. “You’ve done this a million and one times -”

“You shouldn’t be in here.” Your tone was sour. 

“Technically I’m not in the garage.” He pointed to the line on the floor which indicated where the garage started. “I’m just outside of it.”

“You know the formation lap is about to start.”

“I’m aware y/n,” Mick smirked. “Then again you do start ahead of me so you should be getting out there…” His smirk grew even wider. “Can’t say you’ll finish in front of me.”

“I did several times last year.”

“Not enough to become Champion though.”

“You cheated.”

“Cheated? No love I won that fair and square.”

“You knew the only way to beat me was to force me off the track but this year that isn’t going to happen.” You took a deep breath. “And don’t call me that.”

“You seemed to like it when I was between your legs -”

“Go fuck yourself, Schumacher.”

“Why would I when you do that for me?” He let out a cocky laugh as he turned on his heel and walked back to the Ferrari garage. You knew he was only doing it to get a reaction, hoping it would set you off before the race but you wouldn’t let it get to you. Without glancing back at him you threw on your helmet and climbed into your car. He wasn’t going to win again. 

“And it’s lights out and away we go!” 

You didn’t hesitate, setting off the moment the lights gave their signal. You got off to a good start but so did Mick. He and Max were already battling for P2 which just gave you time to break away from them both. Red Bull was fast on the straights but Ferarri was just as quick if they timed things right. 

You had managed to stay out for a solid twenty laps before you were called back to the garages for a tyre change. You trusted your team more than anyone else in the world, they’d taken Max and Sebastian to greatness multiple times and you knew they’d do the same for you. Once you’d had your pit stop Mick was in front of you. He would put up a fight but it was nothing you weren’t already used to. 

Catching up with Mick you sped up down the straights, keeping your eyes on Max who was behind you but also focusing on the man before you. You knew Mick would cut the corner a little too soon, forcing you to stay behind him but if you got close enough to him before the corner he wouldn’t be able to force you off without receiving a heavy penalty. 

The pair of you had battled one another for the rest of the race and now with three laps to go you grew frustrated. “This fucking dick…” Yelling down the radio you kept going. Max had always played a little dirty when it came to these things and maybe it was time you took a leaf out of his book. Without thinking much of it you sped up down the straights, getting closer to Mick to push him closer to the edge. Your quick move made him slow slightly, not wanting to head off the track which gave you enough room to overtake him. 

The Red Bull garage cheered at your move, putting you into P1, ahead of Mick. Max was also doing his best to catch up in the final laps and push Mick back down into P3 where he started the race but it was no use. The only good thing about those two going for one another was that Mick wasn’t paying too much attention to you, allowing you to pull away from the two of them. 

“She’s won it in Bahrain! y/n y/l/n has won the first race of the season!” You were hailed over the commentary as you crossed the finish line. 

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” You beamed down your radio. “Wow… thank you guys so much, one race down many more to go!” 

“Fantastic driving today y/n, really well done.” Christian praised. 

“Thank you man, where did Max finish?”

“He finished P3, not the result we wanted for him but it was a solid drive.” 

Your heart sunk for Max. You wished you and him could have shared a P1 and P2 with him but Mick had another idea. You couldn’t dwell on it now, you had a trophy to collect. Driving into the garages you stopped before the sign displaying you had won before getting out of the car. You ran over to your team, jumping in their arms as they showered you with attention. 

You turned to greet Max who pulled you in for a hug. “You fucking beat him!”

“For now!” You laughed back, taking your helmet off. 

“You know for a minute I didn’t think you would.”

“Had to play dirty like Verstappen to win.” You winked at him as the pair of you turned away to get weighed. “Shame you couldn’t get past him.”

“Little shit didn’t want to give in that easily after you beat him.”

“He better get used to it, he’s not winning it again this year.”

“I won’t let that happen.”

—

After the ceremony and your national anthem being proudly sung throughout the stands, you and a few other drivers decided to head to a nearby club for celebration drinks. Mick would occasionally attend the drinks but that was only ever if he won so he wasn’t here tonight but you didn’t care. 

Your mind was intoxicated by the sound of the music blasting through the club and the feeling of Pierre Gasly’s touch on your waist as you danced alongside him. When Pierre was all over you like this you wished Mick was here to watch. Mick might have been able to lie to you about his feelings but his actions said otherwise. 

His jaw would clench every time Gasly and you were mentioned. You could evidently overhear what he was asking Max when you were being interviewed. It was no secret that Mick Schumacher was jealous of other men around you but one thing you struggled to work out was why. He was the one who called off your late-night sex sessions not you so he really had no right to be jealous, did he? 

 The night drew on and so did your tiredness. Max offered to walk you back but you politely declined, you could handle yourself just fine and besides, Daniel had just ordered shots for them both so you told the Dutchman you’d see him in the morning and headed back to the hotel. 

The plan was to just go to your room and sleep off the celebrations but it seemed as if the universe had other plans. As you got into the lift you were joined by someone else, none other than Mick Schumacher.

“Could you not have waited for the next lift?” You narrowed your gaze at him, your nose scrunching at the smell of alcohol that left him. 

“There was a time when you begged me to join you in every quiet moment we got.” 

“Why do you keep bringing that up?” You snapped, looking up at him. “Every single time I see you, you have to make a comment.”

“First time you’re complaining y/n.”

“That’s not true.”

“Why do you complain?” He arched his brows, his eyes scanning over your outfit. “Scared it’ll bring back memories?” 

You laughed at his comment, meeting his gaze as you answered. “Scared? Someone should hold up a mirror for you to see your reaction when anyone mentions Gasly.”

“Why would I care for him?”

“You don’t care for him Mick but you care for how he makes me feel.”

Mick swiped his tongue across his bottom lip before he turned his body to face you. Stalking closer so your back hit the side of the lift, Mick looked down at you, his cocky grin growing with every breath. “He won’t ever make your legs shake like I did, god what I would do just to hear my name fall from those pretty lips of yours again…” He moved your hair from your face, his fingers grazing across your cheek whilst the other hand lingered on your dress. 

“You called it off, not me.”

“I know, maybe I regret it.” His eyes met yours. 

“Why now?”

“When I won…” His lips replaced his hand, trailing down your cheek as the other tilted your chin up. “I felt like something was missing… I wanted you that night too…”

“Maybe you could have had both if you didn’t cheat.” Mick grabbed your throat at your words, pushing himself into your body. 

“Such a sore loser y/n…”

“I’m not doing this with you again Mick…”

“Once more, for old time's sake.” His thumb traced your bottom lip. “And then you can run off to Gasly all you like and we’ll see if you come back…”

“You called this all off.”

“I know.” His lips now hovered above yours. “Once more won’t hurt, will it?”

Were you really going to fall back into his arms so soon?

I'M SO HAPPY FOR HIM, HE DESERVES IT SO MUCH

Rivals with Benefits - Mick Schumacher x reader - Part 4

Read Part Three here

Mick Schumacher x female!reader

Summary: Mick and you were both set to drive for Ferarri. You were two best friends climbing through the ranks together (and through the sheets) but things turn sour. You join Red Bull and Mick is never the same. 

Warnings: Swearing, angst, implied smut, fluff ish 

Word Count: 3.6K

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The dinner felt like a lifetime and Mick’s teasing didn’t subside and neither did your attitude towards him but after years of media training, you could quickly hide your emotions. Max on the other hand, not so much. If looks could kill then Mick would more indefinitely be dead although, his Mum and Mick’s Mum clearly didn’t pick up on his disgust towards his former friend. 

“So y/n,” Mick’s Mum caught your attention as you did your best to ignore her son. “How are your family?” Her smile infected you, she always had that effect on people. 

“They’re good although I don’t see them as much as I’d like to. I mainly spend the downtime before another race on my own.”

“y/n!” Gina’s ecstatic voice made you look up from your food. “You haven’t been to the ranch in years, there’s a break before Spain. Come and ride the horses like old times with me!”

“Well if you did you wouldn’t be alone,” Mick spoke. 

“Come on y/n, Billy misses you.” Gina referenced her horse. “And I never get to see you anymore.”

You couldn’t say no to Gina. She was a walking bundle of joy no matter where she was. She always had the power to make even the saddest of people smile. “I’ll think about it.” You smiled back at her. “I may see my parents soon, seeing as they don’t come to the races-”

Mick’s Mum suddenly spoke. “They still haven’t attended a race yet?” Her brows arched at her own question. 

“Not any since I’ve joined Redbull. They’re just busy all the time and Formula 1 isn’t really their scene.”

“How so?” Gina asked. 

“Too many rich people.” 

Mick let out a light laugh at your words, his gaze falling to you as he interjected. “Do they know who their daughter is? And the sport she’s in?”

“Well considering I’m never home anymore I’m sure they’re aware.” Your smile was sarcastic as you met Mick’s gaze, something that boiled Max’s blood even more. Knowing the truth behind the two of you he knew Mick was only ever going to taunt you for his own personal gain, anyone that smug didn’t deserve an ego boost. 

“Do they still work?” Mick asked despite knowing the answer to his question. 

“They do, they won’t let me retire them-” 

“Well to me they seem very proud, not the type to scream from the rooftops.” Max quickly butted in, sending a reassuring smile towards you as the words left his lips. 

“Can’t imagine why they wouldn’t scream from the rooftops though,” Despite Max’s attempt to end the conversation about your family, Mick clearly wanted to continue. “It’s not every day someone like you climbs to the top-”

“Someone like me?” Your head snapped to the side, sending a glare towards the blonde. Your actions alone made his hand jump from your inner thigh. “What someone with no money? No status in your world-”

“That’s not what I meant…” His words were stern, almost like he was talking down to you. 

“You sure Mick?” 

“y/n I meant someone who doesn’t have family in the industry-”

“So a status in the industry?” 

“Don’t make this a big thing.” His voice fell to a whisper before he spoke louder. “Not like that, I meant a foot in the door. You and Lewis have a similar story.” 

You wanted to yell something back at him, believing he was implying something different when Max’s phone suddenly sounded. Excusing himself from the table he walked away leaving everyone in silence to finish their drinks whilst he paced the restaurant. 

“Take your hand off my thigh.” You spoke through gritted teeth at the man who quickly obliged with your request. 

“y/n I didn’t mean to imply-”

“Imply what Mick? That I wasn’t rich enough for your sport? That I wasn’t at a high enough status for you?” 

“No.” His eyes poured into yours. “Money doesn’t matter in this sport-”

“Of course the rich guy who got here because of his Dad would say that.” Rolling your eyes you slumped back in your chair. 

“You know it wasn’t easy for me.”

“But easier for you than me.” You hit back at his words, taking Mick back. As he opened his mouth to reply Max’s voice grabbed everyone’s attention. 

“I’m really sorry guys I’m going to have to leave. My neighbour just called and Jimmy managed to escape the flat and now he’s hiding in my neighbour's house. He has a dog so poor Jimmy is stressed out. I’m grabbing a flight now.” Max turned to you. “Can you make your way back to the hotel? Or shall I call you a car?” 

Smiling at the brunette a smirk filled your face as you spoke. “I’ll be fine Max, I can get Gasly to come and pick me up.” 

Smirking back at your words, knowing you were only trying to piss Mick off he spoke. “I’ll text him a heads up.”

“I can take you back.” Mick now mirrored your and Max’s expression. “I think Gasly mentioned he was heading back to France early, he had a dinner planned with his parents.” 

Brilliant. 

“It’s fine, I’ll call Oscar.” Your words took Mick back by surprise. 

“Oscar? The reserve driver?”

“Nothing gets past you, Mick.” 

“Didn’t even know he was capable of even talking to a woman.” He muttered, his attitude showing. 

Max said his goodbyes before heading off to his flat seemingly several hundred miles away. It wasn’t long till everyone else said their goodbyes and made their way to the car park. Unlike everyone else you stood just outside the restaurant door, scrolling through your phone and wondering who you could call to come and pick you up, Settling on Daniel you were about to call him when a familiar voice pulled up beside you. 

“You know it’s getting late.” Mick looked down at you, hands in his suit pockets. “I don’t want you out here on your own.”

“Since when did you care about my well-being?” 

“Just because we ‘hate’ one another doesn’t mean I don’t look out for you.”

“Does that include during the races?”

“Daer God no.” His smile grew. “I thought me pushing you into the wall would’ve answered that question for you.”

“So you’re admitting it?”

“No one else will believe you.”

“I think a few Redbull fans will.” 

He shrugged. “They can believe all they want.” His head turned to look down at you. “I still have the Championship.” 

“Because you cheated.”

“Oh y/n let it go.” He pulled out the keys to his car before walking over to the passenger door. He opened it before looking back at you, a silent beg to get in the car. You could wait for Daniel but your bed was calling your name and you could ignore Mick if you really wanted to. 

“You know Max and Christian will kill you if they see me leaving your car.” Your heels sounded on the concrete as you obliged and climbed into his car.

“Well,” He closed the passenger side door before jogging around to his door. “Good thing Max is on a plane right now and Christian is probably fast asleep.”

“Lucky bloke.” 

“Can join me in my bed if you’d like-”

“You didn’t win so no.”

“Give it time.”

Most of the car ride was silent, thankfully. The only sound was the softness of the radio pouring from the speakers of the car. Mick quietly tapped his steering wheel as he drove, humming every now and again if he recognised a song on the radio. Occasionally he’d turn his head and look over to you, almost like he was preparing himself to say something.

“Is something bothering you Mick?” You broke the silence. 

“No.” His gaze flickered to you again. “Why?”

“You keep looking over at me.”

“And?”

“Why?”

“Why not? Am I not allowed to look?”

“It’s not that you’re not allowed more not wanted.”

“Can’t help you look good in that dress.”

“I’ll let Pierre know, he picked it.” Your smug grin caught his attention. 

“I bet he did.” His grip on the steering wheel tightened. “Can I ask you something?”

“If you must.”

“Are you really fucking Gasly?”

“Why do you automatically jump to me sleeping with other drivers?”

“Because if the two of you were dating I’m sure you wouldn’t have jumped at the idea of sleeping with me again.” His eyes danced over to meet yours. “Unless you just couldn’t help yourself…”

“I was drunk when I agreed to that.”

“Could’ve backed out.”

“You wouldn’t let me.” 

Mick laughed at your words. “Very fair point y/l/n… but you still didn’t answer my question.” 

“Is it any of your business?”

“Well, considering I’m sleeping with you I’d rather not share.”

“You always did have a tinge of jealousy to you.” 

“Not always, you can flirt with as many men as you want but at the end of the day I know that when I’m at the top of the podium you’ll be coming home with me.”

“And when you’re not?”

“You’re too busy out celebrating to even think of another man, you’ve always been the type to sacrifice any relationship for your success.” 

“You’re one to talk.”  

“That wasn’t the sole reason why I called it quits.”

“Then what was it? The real reason?” 

“It’s complicated y/n.” He pulled up to the hotel car park. 

“No, it’s not Mick. You still wanted the luxury of taking home as many girls as you could-”

“Oh come on, you know I’m not like that.”

“You act like it at times.”

Rolling his eyes he turned his car engine off. “I’ll never convince you.”

“Maybe if you didn’t- Shit!” Slumping down in your seat as far as you could your hands attempted to cover your face. 

“What are you doing?” Mick scrunched his face up in confusion. 

“It’s Christian!” Mick scanned the car park before meeting the dull eyes of Christian Horner. “Shit Mick just drive away!”

“Drive away? He’s just watched me pull in here!”

“Then do something!”

“Like what? I can’t just make him leave!”

“Try anything! He’ll kill me if he sees me with you!” 

“Fine.” Mick clambered out of the car, locking his vehicle behind him as he caught the attention of Christian Horner. You honestly thought his plan was to just head back into the hotel, exchanging words with Horner until he was out of sight before coming back to get you but as time passed on that plan you thought he had quickly faded.

You: Where are you? 

Mick: Got caught up with Toto, I’ll come to get you soon

You: Are you serious Mick? I’m locked in your car

Mick: At least the seats are comfy

You: Mick please hurry up

Mick: I’ll try

You: No come now

Mick: Toto bought me a drink at the bar, I can’t exactly run off

You: Yes you can, tell him you need to go or that you left something in your car

Mick: And then he catches us together?

You: Mick, please

Mick: Please what my love?

You: Just hurry up

You could feel his smirk through the phone which only pissed you off more. Getting up from your crouched position you sat back in your seat, your head fell back as your eyes quickly shut. Sleep slowly took over your body as you did your best to get comfy in Mick’s car seats. At this point you didn’t even care who saw you in his car, you were good at lying and a good lie would easily get you out of your situation although little did you know you wouldn’t be sleeping long in your rival's car.  

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Sunlight disturbed your sleep, causing your eyes to squint open. Raising your hands to cover your face you groaned at the feeling of being awoken. You had every intention to quickly drift back to sleep when a voice caused your eyes to burst open. 

“Morning pretty girl.” Bolting up your eyes met Mick’s who was sitting in a chair opposite the bed you were currently in. “Sleep well?”

“Is this your hotel room?” Ignoring his question your eyes scanned your surroundings. 

“Well it isn’t yours.” Mick replied as he brought a mug to his lips. 

“How did I get here? Did we…?”

“No we didn’t.” A light chuckle fell from his lips. “I planned to walk back in the hotel with Christian when Toto saw me, he asked if I wanted a drink and I couldn’t exactly say no, could I?”

“I mean you could’ve.”

“It’s Toto Wolff you don’t say no.” Rolling your eyes at the man he quickly continued after a light pause. “Anyeay, he bought me a drink and we got to talking, I did try and get away but you don’t run away from Toto Wolff. When I got back to my car you were asleep, I couldn’t just leave you there so I brought you back here. Your dress is over there,” He pointed to your dress which was currently draped over the bathroom door. “I did my best not to look but I wasn’t going to let you fall asleep in that, it looked so uncomfortable.” 

“Thank you, Mick.” Surprisingly the pair of you shared a small smile that didn’t have an underline of sarcasm laced to it. 

“You’re welcome.” He moved over and handed you a plate of breakfast. “I’ve booked a late check out for this room and yours so I’ll leave you to it.” He grabbed his things before he walked over to you. Leaning down he planted a kiss on your head, a gesture which took you off guard entirely. “I’ll see you in a few days when I take P1.” Sending you a wink Mick quickly left the room leaving you alone with your thoughts. 

He didn’t need to do what he did. He could’ve easily left you in his car for the other drivers to see in the morning and Ferrari wouldn’t bat an eyelid at the Stargirl of Red Bull in his car but Christian Horner would. You finished your food in silence before sneaking back to your own room in his clothes, you’d give him his clothes back eventually but you couldn’t lie that they were comfy. Maybe you’d hang on to them for a little longer than you planned. Ironically the next race was the Emilia Romagna Grand Prix which you won, Mick trailed behind in P2 and Lando claimed P3. 

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Miami was in full swing. You could tell you were in America as everything was amplified by 100. Celebrities littered the garages as the race quickly approached. You were starting in P2, Max in P1 and Mick in P3. You and Max were finishing up your preparations for the race, and one thing the pair of you started doing was playing a game of snap. 

Anyone who looked on would’ve thought the two of you were just being childish and didn’t really care about the race ahead but the truth was when you joined Red Bull your anxiety worsened before a race. Max picked up on this almost instantly and posed the idea of doing something to take your mind off what was going on around you both. He posed the idea of playing snap with a deck of cards, the game allowed you to block everything out and completely focus on what was in front of you. Every week he bought different themed cards, last week it was different breeds of cats this week it was zoo animals. 

“Snap!” You called out, pointing to the pile of cards before you both. You both sat crossed-legged on the floor hidden away as you played.  

“That’s three to you and one to me.” Max kept a little notepad in the garages to keep the tallies of every game. At the end of the season the pair of you would add up who’d won the most and whoever lost had to buy drinks for the team at the end of the season celebrations. 

“At this rate, you’ll be buying the drinks in November.” Smirking up at him you shuffled the card deck before splitting it in two.

“It’s a marathon, not a sprint y/n.” He returned the smirk as he looked at his cards. “Ready?”

You nodded as the two of you started to place one card down at a time, the pair of you watching intently at the actions of the other, ready to jump in at any second. Your focus couldn’t be broken until a number of boos and yells sounded at the garage entrance. Both you and Max raised your heads to see Mick Schumacher come strolling towards you both. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Max spat, standing from the floor. 

“I came to speak to-”

“Brilliant you’ve spoken now get the fuck out!” Max blocked Mick from even looking towards you with his frame. 

Mick held his hands up in surrender, a smile on his lips. “That’s no way to talk around your teammate's parents.”

“What?” Max scrunched his face up at Mick’s words before his eyes fell on a couple who looked rather similar to you, standing behind the Ferrari driver. 

You’d now risen from your spot on the floor and were looking towards the scene before you. “Mum? Dad?” You were just as taken back as Max was. Your parents weaved past your rival and teammate to pull you into a hug. “What are you two doing here?” Your eyes glared at Mick. 

“Mick invited us.” Your mother pulled away and smiled at you and Mick. “We couldn’t get here until this morning due to your father’s work but we’re here for the big race!” 

“Heard you’re on track to win the World Championship this year!” Your Dad smiled as he spoke. He was always supportive despite knowing very little about Formula 1. 

“For now,” Mick spoke, his smug smile gleaming at his remark. You wanted nothing more than to wipe it off his face. You would never be able to read him, one minute he wanted to take care of you, making sure you didn’t get in trouble with your team principal then antagonising you to the point where you contemplated throwing a punch at his perfect face. 

“You shouldn’t be in here Schumacher,” Max interjected. 

“You’re right Verstappen,” Mick spoke to Max but his eyes never left yours. “Good luck y/l/n. Be safe out there.” He turned on his heel and walked back to the Ferrari garage without another word. 

“He seems lovely.” Your Mum put her hand on your arm. “You used to be teammates, didn’t you?”

“That’s what Mick told us.” Your Dad joined in on the conversation. 

“We used to drive alongside one another a few years ago yes, for Haas.” You gave them a light smile, your eyes glued to Mick’s figure slowly fading from your eyesight. 

“He speaks very highly of you.”

“Does he?” Max asked. 

“Oh yes.” Your Dad smiled. “Says you were one of his closest friends.” 

Friends that fucked one another.

“Times change when you get to the top.” Grabbing your helmet you quickly said goodbye to your parents as they took their spots in the garage to watch the race. 

The race wasn’t the cleanest. A collision between Max, yourself and George made Max retire and you had an unfortunate stop to the garages.The pit stop fixing your car which took a little too long made you come out behind Mick. You tried everything to get past him but he was defending with every fibre of his being. You finished the race in P2 whilst he took the win. 

“That was good racing today y/n, really well done,” Christian spoke down the radio. “There’s an investigation against George so we’ll see what comes from that.”

“Won’t take us to P1 but thank you guys for today, good thing we still had one car on the track, how’s Max?”

“He wants Russell’s head on a stick.” You laughed at your team principal's words, you wouldn’t be surprised if Max was waiting for George in the garages. 

“I don't blame him.”

A loud sigh left your lips as you parked your car behind the P2. You knew what it meant if you saw Mick in P1. Another night of hell (liar). Yet your anger didn’t last when you saw your parents standing alongside Christian Horner. The pair of them held your country's flag in their hands, screaming your name. Anyone would’ve thought you’d just become a world champion. 

Leaving your car you ran straight to them, holding them close as they sang praises in your ears. You moved on to the garage team and Max before heading off to the podium, your smile growing on your face. 

“You that excited to sleep with me again?” Mick leaned down and whispered in your ear. The two of you were waiting with Charles to collect your trophies. 

“Not everything’s about you Schumacher.” Mick’s hand trailed down your waist, pulling you back against his chest. 

“I’ll let you savour the moment with your parents.” You turned your head to meet his gaze. “You can hold up your end of the bet when you come to the ranch.” His lips pecked your forehead before he stepped back, acting like the interaction between himself and you had never happened. 

Well, you know what they say, save a horse, ride a cowboy.  

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