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menagerofmischief · 1 month ago

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Hi, I love that you're also doing this !!

for my dinner order Served by Carlos Sainz can I please get Charcuterie board as a starter with a hot appetizer

For main : Buffalo wings, Sushi and Cheese fries

For drinks: Iced tea (receiving), Mint tea and vodka Redbull With dessert of course, thank you

Ps. My favorite tracks are Monza and Singapore 😉

Dia's Diner Menu

charcuterie board dating hot appetizer sweet sex buffalo wings "Count them for me" sushi "Better quiet down you don't want them to hear us" cheese fries "I love making you squirt" ice tea oral mint tea body worship vodka redbull squirting dessert aftercare + pizza "My good girl"

TW: oral sex, fingering, semi-public sex (driver's room), squirting, PiV, unprotected sex

WC: 1.7k

“You did good today,” I said, my lips stretching into a smile as Carlos wrapped his arms around me.

Today was Saturday, which meant quali and Carlos Sainz, my beloved boyfriend, got P2. With the car he was driving that’s the equivalent of pole position.

“Thank you, carino.” Carlos said, resting his chin on the top of my head as he wrapped his arms around me just a bit tighter.

I giggled, trying to push away from him only to be met with failure. “Carlos,” I whined, attempting to put some space between us. “You’re all sweaty!”

He laughed, releasing me from his hold and taking a step back. “Better now?” He asked and I nodded. Carlos slipped his hand into mine and intertwined our fingers, and then with a gentle but still firm hold started leading me towards his driver’s room. “Come on,” was all he said.

The tone of his voice left no room for argument and I knew where this was heading and it was going to finish up. Every good race and quali ended the same way. First with my legs thrown over his shoulder while he ate me out like I was his last meal and then with him buried deep inside of me, fucking me desperately and passionately, like the world depended on it.

As soon as we’re inside of his driver’s room he lets go of my hands and closes the door. I hear a click, letting me know the door is locked and then Carlos turns back around to face me.

His pupils are blown wide, his eyes slightly narrowed and darkened with desire. He crosses his arms and looks me up and down. His eyes sliding from my legs up to my head and then back down to my legs, his gaze intense enough to make goosebumps rise on my skin.

“Strip,” Carlos commanded, his voice rough and the intensity of his gaze making me hot all over.

I hesitated only for a second before I began removing my clothes, peeling item after item away from my body, fumbling with buttons until I opened them all. I stood in my underwear, a red set Carlos had bought me the last time we went shopping, and looked at him.

Carlos only raised a brow in response, silently commanding me to keep going and take my underwear off as well. “I said strip, didn’t I?”

“Yes,” I confirmed, my voice barely above a whisper. First I took off my bra, reaching my hands and unclasping it before letting it fall down onto the floor where the rest of my clothes were. Then I hooked my fingers under the waistband of my pantied and pulled them off, my cheeks burning when I noticed the huge wet patch on them.

Carlos hummed, I didn’t even notice he approached me until his hand wrapped around my wrist when I went to drop my panties to the ground. His thumb rubbed over my skin before he grabbed the material, bunching up the panties tightly in his hand, he gave me a smirk before making one step towards his jacket, hanging on a chair and putting my panties inside of his pocket.

“I’ll be keeping those,” he said in a matter of fact voice. He took slow, determined steps towards me and with each of his I took one step backwards until my legs hit the couch.

Carlos towered over me, looking at me the way a predator looks at its prey before sinking its teeth into it, and smirked. He brought his hands up and placed them on my shoulders, giving me a moment of comfort before pe gently pushed me onto the couch.

He climbed over me and placed a few kisses on my collarbones and between my breasts before moving down so was eye level with my pussy. His hand gripped my thigh, his thumb rubbing soothing circled into my skin. “Are you gonna be a good girl for me, carino?” He purred, his voice like velvet of my skin, his breath warm.

“Yes, Carlos, I’ll be good.”

He hummed, dipping his head down and placing a kiss onto my clit, gone as soon as it started, making me whine and buck my hips trying to chase any kind of friction. “Yeah, you’re gonna be a good girl and let me do with you as I please. I think,” he stopped for a second, deciding the rest of his sentence. “I’ll make you cum for me three times. Think you can do that?”

I nodded in agreement instantly. “I can do that!”

He smiled, dipping his head down, tongue darting out and licking from my opening to my clit before his lips left my core, again. “Good,” he growled. “I want you to count how many times I make you cum. How many orgasms you are about to have - I want you to count them for me.”

I barely had time to nod before his lips wrapped around my clit, giving it a long suck before his tongue flicked it, making me moan. Carlos pulled himself away just a bit and looked up at me, “The walls are thin, you know? And the garage is full of employees. You better be quiet, you don’t want them to hear us, do you?”

“No,” I whisper but it comes out more like a broken whine. However it’s enough for Carlos before he returns his lips to my cunt.

He concentrates his lips on my clit, sucking and licking like a starved man and it’s not long until I feel my orgasm approaching. “Gonna cum, Carlos, fuck! So good!” I moan, my hands grabbing his head and fingers tangling in his hair as I attempt to push his face further into my cunt.

I felt his tongue flick my clit one more time before I was cuming with a moan, my legs squeezing around his head so hard I was afraid I was going to suffocate him.

I was breathless, my chest raising and falling with each shallow breath I took, my body burning. “One,” I said, my voice cracking. “That was one.”

Carlos turned his head to the side and pressed a kiss to my thigh. “There we go,” he said, his lips brushing against my skin with every word he spoke. “That’s my good girl.”

I felt blood rush to my cheeks at his praise and Carlos chuckled when he saw me blushing. One of his hands gently stroked my waist, his eyes locked onto mine. “Good to keep going, carino?”

“Please,” I said, almost embarrassingly fast, nodding my head along.

Carlos smirked, moving his hands instantly. His lips wrapped around my clit again, making me whine from how sensitive I was from my last orgasm. A moment later I felt his fingers circling around my entrance, making me moan.

His fingers easily sink into me, all the way to the knuckles and he wastes no time to begin thrusting them inside me. I’d be embarrassed from the squelch my wetness makes while he fucks me with his fingers but with how good I am feeling, I can’t bring myself to care.

His fingers hit my G-spot every time and he sucked harder on my clit. I felt my orgasm fast approaching and before I could open my mouth to say something I felt myself tip over the edge.

This time felt different than the previous and I realized why when I heard Carlos groan and looked down to see myself squirting. The drops of my pleasure all over his face and soaking up his fireproofs.

“Fuck,” I whispered, feeling like my body was vibrating with pleasure. “Two.”

Carlos pulled away, locking his eyes with mine and brought his fingers up to his lips, licking them clean. “I love making you squirt, carino.” He said, his voice rough. “It’s my favorite thing actually.”

“Carlos, please!” I whined, reaching my hands towards him and grabbing his shoulder. “Need you to fuck me. Need to fill you in me.”

“Is that right?” He growled, already undressing himself from his racing suit. “My pretty girl needs me to fill her up?”

Carlos settled over me on the couch, leaning down to kiss me, pushing his tongue into my mouth and making me taste myself. In the meantime he ran his cock through my folds, covering himself with my wetness before sliding into me.

He filled me up in one thrust, burying himself to the hilt and making me moan into his mouth. His thrusts were slow, deep and passionate. This time he wasn’t fucking me, he was making love.

His hands ran all over my body, fingertips ghosting over my skin before one of his hands grabbed my tits. “You’re so pretty, carino.” He said, his lips brushing against mine. “The prettiest woman - and all mine.”

“Yes Carlos, yours! All yours.”

I could tell he was close from the way he twitched inside of me. He snuck his hand down, his fingers playing with my oversensitive clit and I was cumming around him. Just moments after Carlos stilled, releasing himself inside of me and filling me with his cum.

He waited a moment for me to catch my breath and then slowly pulled out his softening dick. He got up and went to the bathroom to grab a towel before coming back and cleaning me up.

He kissed my forehead, moving a strand of hair from my face. “You did so well, carino.” He said, his voice holding a gentle tone. I felt his arms wrap around me and then next thing I knew he pulled me up into his arms and started carrying me to the bathroom.

“We’re gonna take a shower now,” he said, his thumb rubbing against my skin. “And then we’ll get dressed and go out for ice cream before going back to the hotel. How does that sound?”

Carlos put me on my feet in the shower and turned the water on. “Amazing,” I hummed in content, feeling his hands gliding over my body as he started soaping me up. “It sound amazing.”

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minkyungseokie · 7 months ago

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My Birthday Boy | Oscar Piastri

synopsis; Y/n and Oscar spend his birthday together in her home country

warnings; none

note; not requested

note2; This is posted on the day that's considered the 6th from where I am. I also made the reader Japanese. You can pretend otherwise if you don't like

This is gonna be short. I just wanted to post a little something for his birthday.

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Y/n woke up and slid out of bed as sneakily as she could without waking Oscar. It was quali day for the Suzuka GP, but it was also Oscar's 23rd birthday. She wanted to wake him up with something special since it was the first birthday they were spending together in her home country of Japan. She wanted to do so many things with him while they were in Japan from taking him to her favorite hidden spots to possibly meeting her family.

The first thing she was going to do was make him some breakfast to wake up to. She didn’t really know what he was wanted when it came to Japanese breakfast, so she just makes some soufflé pancakes and some fruit. Nothing that breaks the diet too much, but something special for his birthday. Y/n made her way back to the bed and combed on top of him so that she was straddling him, “Wake up, love.” Y/n muttered, running a hand through his hair.

Oscar groaned, but made no move to wake up, “Come on, it’s time to wake up.” Y/n whined, grabbing his face and pressing feather light kisses all over it, making sure to kiss every mole or freckle. Oscar finally opened his eyes to see his girlfriend staring down at him with a blinding smile, “おはよう, お誕生日おめでとう!” Y/n greeted. Oscar smiled as he sat up, “Good morning to you too and thank you for the birthday wishes.” Oscar rasped, turning to the side to yawn before placing a kiss on Y/n’s forehead.

Y/n hopped off of Oscar’s lap and grabbed her tray with the breakfast on it, “I made breakfast. Pancakes, fruit, and tea!” Y/n presented the food proudly. It made Oscar’s heart melt that she’s not only made breakfast for his birthday, but also the fact that she should do something for him crossed her mind as soon as she woke up.

He was so lucky to have her.

Oscar gladly took the tray and pulled Y/n down next to him, “I know you haven’t eaten anything, so you should enjoy this with me.” Oscar suggested, spearing a strawberry on hood fork and holding it in front of her face. “Oh, no. No, thank you. I made it for you.” Y/n waved her hands in from off her face dramatically, “Yes, and i want to share.” Oscar said, “But it’s for your birthday.” Y/n argued, “Correct. It’s my birthday and my food that i want to share with you.” Oscar insisted.

Y/n rolled her eyes and reluctantly bit the strawberry, “Wasn’t so hard, was it now?” Oscar teased. “Oh, shut up.” Y/n said jokingly before clearing her throat, “What do you think…about… since it’s our third year together and the first time we’re in Japan together…” Y/n hesitated, wringing her hands nervously.

Oscar set the now empty tray to the side and grabbed Y/n’s hands in his, rubbing the back of them with his thumbs comfortingly, “What is it? You can ask me.” Oscar said. “Okay,” Y/n took a deep breath and looked Oscar in the eyes, “Do you want to possibly meet my parents?”

Oscar’s eyes widened before a gentle smile soar across his face, “I’d love to.” Oscar said, putting a hand on the back of Y/n’s head, pushing it a bit forward so he could kiss her forehead. “Really!” Y/n gasped excitedly, “Yeah, I’d love to meet your parents.” Oscar assured. Y/n jumped up and threw her arms around Oscar’s neck, knocking him down so he was now lying back down on the bed, “I’m so happy! I love you so much and happy birthday.”

“I love you too and thank you.”

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loganslowdown4 · 24 days ago

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Patton: *hands Virgil a coffee* Here you go! Because I like you a latte-

Virgil: This is not a latte.

Roman: Oh shut up, it was a sweet gesture to sweeten up your brew-tiful day-

Patton: *high fives Roman*

Logan: *holding a cup of tea* Well I prefer a day of quali-tea-

*everyone stops*

Patton: Did you just-?

Logan: Ah wait! No I didn’t- I DIDN’T nope stop falsehood-

Roman: Oh my god!!

Virgil: It’s like the jam day all over again—

#HAPPY 8TH ANNIVERSARY SANDERS SIDES #I love these boys so much #thomas sanders #sanders sides #roman sanders #logan sanders #ts roman #incorrect sanders sides #patton sanders #virgil sanders #ts lamp #ts calm

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smooth-perceval · 1 year ago

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“My love, my life.”

“I’m just a guy who drinks tea.”

Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader

PART TWO

Max Corner

Summary: [Max and reader crossed the line in their 3 year friendship, resulting in 2 positive pregnancy test. And 1 baby on the way.]

Reader finally forgives Lando for being a bad friend, Max finally decided what he wants- if only the reader wants that.

Warnings: 18+ little bit of idk pre-smut or just some ‘steamy scenes’, angst, pregnancy, swearing, some heavy flirting, Google translate?, no proof read.

Key: Y/N (your name), Y/L/N (your last name)

Word count: 3,783

A/N: I honestly just wanna thank use for the love on each of my post, it means so much 🖤 I’m not the greatest writer in the world, hell I even make myself cringe at things I write… and how I write them but the love I’ve received is just so lovely 🥹 Thank you 🖤 again movie quotes I think- 🥲

**Two weeks 3 days later**

The two boys stuck to what I said, they kept no contact with me… It hurt, hurt like hell that they really didn’t keep in touch, I didn’t expect them to really leave me solo- but here we are.

Slowly the whole situation became more real, I have my first private scan in 4 days- and I did feel joyous. It’s not the greatest situation, but I’m having a baby.

Truthfully the thought always brings a smile to my face, wether I’ve got Max and Lando or not. I’ve always got this baby. And that’s more exciting than anything.

The shock and tears stopped the minute I shut the door on them two boys. I knew I had to be stronger than this for my baby. And I was adamant on not letting some stupid boys bring me down in the process, I was going to do this. And I was going to be perfect, all alone.

My parents are both thrilled for me, not the entire situation… but happy for the news, which gave me the motivation I needed. I had my two parents and this little baby, I had more than enough to do this, okay my parents live back in England… but it’ll be fine.

I’ll be honest… this is my mind 24/7, reassuring myself I can do this- with or without Max’s assistance. It was a painful torture… especially when the devil on my shoulder was whispering anything but hope in my ear, telling me everyday this is going to be the struggle of a lifetime without Max… This would last for hours before the perfect little angel would shut him up, and reassure my mind that I was a mother now, and all mothers are strong, and that everything was going to be okay.

I was sitting down eating my dinner, when my phone rang out, making me jump slightly. A contact I wasn’t expecting flashing on the screen, followed by a message I wasn’t sure I’d receive.

“Landiniho 🏎️”

Please read this.

I’m sorry I haven’t been in contact, I thought it’s best to leave you be- as I wasn’t the greatest friend. What your doing is incredible- and if anything after the way Max reacted, I should’ve realised then you needed a friend than some idiot screaming because he wasn’t told a secret- I’m sorry from the bottom of my heart, I don’t want our friendship to feel like nothing to you, because it means the whole world to me… Please forgive me.

P.S: don’t give my uncle rights to Carlos please.

P.P.S: I’m so proud of you.

Love Lan x

Could I help the smile that broke out on my face? No, it’s Lando. Was I still mad at him… again no. He was just reacting in a way any friend would if their pal didn’t tell a secret. It hurt how he reacted sure… but he still my friend.

Typing a message back I sighed clicking onto Max’s contact… still reading the last message he sent

“Maxiiii 🦁”

“Hope your feeling better Schat. Me and the idiot will be round after quali x ” (Darling)

My phone sounded again multiple times, I clicked on Lando’s notification, laughing to myself at the spam messages.

“Landiniho 🏎️”

Your how far?!

Already-

I haven’t been there…

I’m sorry, are you getting an early scan?

I’d love to come?!

I’m trying to make it up to you for being a shitty friend x

Messaging him back I confirmed the scan date, time and location. Was he forgiven easily, yes. So easily, but it gave me some sense of relief knowing he cares.

The scan was a day before he had to fly out to Canada, but he was adamant on being there, meaning he had to fly from Barcelona, back to Monaco then to Canada. Which only made me feel guilty at the insane amount of effort. I’m glad I got Lando back, truthfully the sun didn’t shine without him.

The days had passed, nothing major happening, Max still hadn’t reached out, and as the days went on I was pulling myself further away from him, not wanting any association with him.

I was getting ready for my scan and my phone signalled, Lando reminding me of the appointment, he had kept in touch a lot… he really was apologetic, and I’m so glad he reached out cause it sure did dull the devil on my shoulder. He wasn’t so loud anymore…

Lando messaged last night when he arrived back in Monaco telling me he had arrived and that he would see me in the morning. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief, Max or no Max I had someone. I missed Max. Missed him a ton… even if whatever we did was a ‘mistake’ just having him as a best friend, someone I could talk to- I missed just him. It’s a different vibe with Max,

With Max it was late nights curled on the sofa, gossiping about paddock life, a glass of wine in hand and soft touches that we both swore was innocent, we just had another level of connection- someone who understood myself on a different level.

Lando on the other hand? It was hectic- spur of the moment kind of things, he would call at random times of the day telling me we are going somewhere and expect me to be ready- it was always an adventure! It was always a laugh and joke between two friends.

Two different vibes, with two different outcomes- my brain doesn’t function without Lando’s random calls, however my heart aches without Max’s teasing smiles and lingering touch… I was really in deep.

I was waiting around in the parking lot, legs jittering around nervously trying to spot Lando’s car anywhere, waiting only for a few more minutes before heading inside and checking myself in. I hadn’t heard from him for a few hours and he hadn’t respond to any messages… which only led me thinking he had to go somewhere else- which is fine, his a busy guy…

There was still no sign of him- and I was now getting called into the office, sighing with defeat I got up shuffling in. That little flicker of hope burning out- all I needed was a friend today…

Me and the nurse was going through a few documents, and details to cover about the pregnancy, before she asked me to go behind the curtain and remove my bottoms and underwear, placing a sheet over myself, then requesting for me lay down on the bed while she got her equipment ready. The door rattled slightly from a soft knock, causing us both to look up.

“Sorry- two minutes.” The nurse smiled apologetically before getting up and opening the door slightly and stepping outside.

Within a few seconds the door was opened again by the nurse and following behind was him.

Max- he had a cap on and was holding onto some sunglasses I guess he is calling that his “disguise” some dark blue jeans and a casual white t-shirt.

Mouth hung open I stared at him, sitting up on the bed. Ensuring the sheet was still covering myself. “What are you doing here?”

“Lando said you had an scan…”

“I haven’t heard from you in weeks.” I angrily whispered, I felt a rage in me all of a sudden to bite this man’s head of. Yet grab him and hold him tight and thank him for being here.

With his head hung low he stepped closer, giving the nurse a small smile. “Maybe we discuss all of that stuff after this?…” glancing back and fourth between me and the nurse.

And once again in defeat I sunk back onto the bed turning my head away from him. The little flicker of light burned in my chest, and I couldn’t help the small smile… it’s a good thing I had my head turned so he couldn’t see what he was doing to me.

Giving me hope again.

“Where’s Lando?” Mumbling I watched as the nurse started preparing everything.

“I- I asked him if he could wait out there.”

Nodding my head in acknowledgement the nurse then looked up smiling.

“Are you ready? It may feel a little cold- but it shouldn’t cause any discomfort, if it does just let me know straight away.”

Nodding my head again I smiled a little glancing over at the screen, trying to find any form of distraction.

Taking a sharp in- breath at the coldness of the gel, the nurse laughed a little apologising once again. She was right there was no discomfort, the room was silent as we was all watching the screen waiting for any sign of the baby.

“Anddd… there is your baby.” Pointing up at the screen, the picture showing what looked to be a small bean.

Resting my head back onto the pillow in a happy daze, I caught a glance over at Max, who was leaning over slightly watching the screen. As if it was out of instinct his hand clasped onto mine in a tight grip, like he needed reassurance for himself. Some form of clarity.

Squeezing his hand back, he broke his gaze looking straight at me, eyes shining with threatening tears, and as quick as he looked at me, he looked back at the screen.

“I’ll just go get the scan printed for you both-” The nurse disposed of the equipment before excusing herself, I untangled my hand from Max’s and held the sheet heading back behind the curtain getting dressed, nervously I shuffled back out from behind the curtain Max now sitting down hands covering his mouth, as if he is understanding the situation properly now.

“We really are having a baby…” his voice was barely audible above a whisper. Humming with a small smile more for myself. I finally got to see my baby- it seems so real now…

Tilting his head up He reached over taking my hand pulling me closer, nearly tumbling over my own feet.

“I’m so sorry.” He mumbled wrapping his arms around my waist head flushed against my stomach.

“It’s okay-”I whisper back, rubbing the top off his back before pulling away. My hands moved to his face wiping his spilled tears.

“I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions I was just terrified-” sighing he looked down at the floor, breathing in and out slowly.

“You wasn’t the only one- I was scared to even tell you.. I didn’t exactly tell you in the greatest way…”

“Well it wasn’t my best reaction, it’s been eating me alive for these past few weeks how bad I acted…”

Shrugging I look away, taking a seat in the doctors chair next to him “Water under the bridge… just glad you and Lando are both back. Even for a day.” Nudging his shoulder he smiled a little, taking my hand once again.

“You got me for a lifetime now.” Laughing a little I hummed rolling my eyes. “Lucky me.”

Both thanking the nurse, and leaving her office Max’s hand was gently placed at the bottom of my back, like a guidance, and in his other hand he was holding the scan photo’s looking at them with a smile on his face.

The wind was nearly took out of me, when Lando practically jumped onto me hugging me tight.

“I’ve missed you.” Letting out a huff, with a little laughter I hugged him back tight. “I missed you too.” He quickly pulled away taking the scan photos from Max walking ahead of us both to the exit.

“Why does it look like rice?” Both shaking our heads we followed behind.

“Because it’s early stages Lan.” Laughing I had a little run catching up with him. “About a month and the baby will start developing little arms and legs!” Linking my arms with his, Max trailing next to us both. I reached my other arm around Max’s linking him as well, pulling both of them closer.

Max followed me back to my place, Lando was complaining that he had to go get some more sleep before his flight in the morning. Leaving us both in the car park and the screeching sound of his tires as he pulled away.

“Did you want tea or anything…?” I poked my head out the kitchen looking over at Max.

“I don’t like tea…”

“What kind of person doesn’t like tea?” I smiled teasingly at him. Shaking my head I trailed back into the kitchen. He laughed lightly following me into the kitchen standing in the doorway.

“A person called Max” he hummed crossing his arms, I spare him a glance, a small smile playing on my lips. In silence I made a tea and offered Max a bottled water, placing his across the kitchen island, me sitting down on the opposite side.

“I’m sorry again, for everything I said.”

“I said don’t worry-”

“No- it wasn’t fair on me to shift blame… if anything it was my fault we was in that situation.” Moving his drink aside, he leaned down on the counter hands clasped together.

Smiling a little, cheeks slightly red at the faint memory. “If I remember it was both of ours…”

“No.” Moving around the counter, I turned on the stool, him now standing in front of me, lost in his own thoughts.

“I knew what I wanted as soon as I crossed that finish line.” Max stared down at me, his mind looked like it was turning, like he was trying to understand himself.

“The night ended with just a slice of what I was thinking about when I got out that car and see you standing there, smiling at me. With that smile of yours… that pretty smile...” he was mumbling words, it was as if he was in a trance, his hand moving up to my face letting his thumb swipe my bottom lip slightly before tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

I was frozen in place- scared to act on my thoughts… I didn’t want the same feeling I’ve had these past three weeks of no Max, I’d rather hold back.

“So this was all planned…?”

“Not exactly planned… I was planning on telling you the truth…” mumbling he looked down at my hands that were fiddling around on my lap. “It was just me telling you without words-” once again my face burned red at the thought of what we got up to 3 weeks ago.

“You can’t tell me you don’t feel the same?” Looking back up at me he quirked a brow- like he was taunting me for words.

“Max-”

“Ah-” Cutting me off, he stepped between my legs caging me against the island arms either side as he held onto the counter, his head had ducked slightly, trying to level with me.

“Do you, or do you not?” Shaking my head quickly, not trusting my voice, I already knew my body had given every motion for him to continue, from the way I was biting my lip, to even leaning in so our chest are nearly touching.

Humming to himself in disapproval, his hand grazed over my hip, dancing up my stomach and resting on the centre of my chest, “Your heart says different…” his eyes followed his hands as they slowly roamed my body. My body was reacting to every little touch. Telling him to continue even if I said anything different.

His fingers brushed above my heart again as he tapped his finger to the racing heart beat. “You don’t feel the same?” He didn’t even need an answer from me to know how I was feeling- I’m sure even my eyes speak for themselves.

“Max…” whispering I looked down at his hand removing the one from my chest. “I invited you for tea…” subconsciously my tongue darted out licking my bottom lip as I looked back up at him.

Raising his eyebrows a small smile playing on his lips, I tugged at his other hand removing it from my hip,clearing my throat.

“And you, don’t can’t do relationships.”

As quickly as I removed him he was back on me- like a lion stalking it prey. His lips trying to kiss every inch of my face, and as much as I was trying to hold back- I failed… my hands gripped onto his bicep and shoulder, head slowly falling back as his lips trailed down my neck whispering sweet nothings.

“You’ve stated what you think I can’t do and not what you want.”

“I don’t want something that you can’t do.” He placed a soft kiss behind my ear, making me only bite my bottom lip- trying not to give myself away any more than I have…

“Maybe I can.”

“I don’t want if, buts and maybes. I want absolutes.” Gulping, closing my eyes. I let out a shaky breath, my hands slowly moving to his chest, before I pushed him back gently.

We was both now staring at each other, breathing heavily, like it was our last.

Covering my face with my hands I stood up, my fingers combed through my hair as I left the kitchen wandering to the living room, my hands finally resting in my hips I turned to Max, who as always was following behind me.

It was awkward… the energy was still basking on lust- and me and Max just didn’t know how to use our words.

“I should go…” clearing his throat, scratching the back of his head he looked down and the floor.

“Maybe it’s for the best…” I whispered it, only because it was a lie. The silence overcoming us again.

“Right-” he moved his hands to be clasped together in front of his trousers- hiding anything to show for the little break in the kitchen. Shuffling his feet slowly he moved down the hallway to the door, quickly pulling his shoes back on.

“Oh… did you want to take one of the scan photos… you don’t have to?” Tilting my head slightly, I could barely hear myself let alone his response over my pounding heart.

I only knew what he said by the nod of his head that followed, I quickly ran to my bag in the lounge grabbing one of the scans and bringing it back to him holding it out.

Smiling a little he pinched the other corner of the photo- both scared once again to go near each other. Max was looking back down at the scan photo as he took it from me, the smile on his face only wider.

“That’s our bab-”

I couldn’t tell you what came over me- I just needed to kiss him- even if it was a last- his lips had kissed everywhere on my face today- but my lips, and they craved the sensation so terribly.

I practically jumped onto him arms around his neck- and it’s now I thank heavens for his quick reaction, I probably would’ve slid back down him if he hadn’t reacted. The scan photo getting caught between our colliding chest, both his arms were fasted tightly around my waist holding myself in the air-

Our lips felt as if they’re moulding together, both hungry, desperate, lustful.

I felt his hands slide from my waist down to the backs of my thighs tugging them up around him, before he moved back along the hall to the lounge. Both giving feather kisses, my hands tugging the end of his hair softly. He couched slightly placing me on the arm of the sofa before pulling himself back slowly.

The picture now fell from between us and we both looked down at it before he picked it back up placing it on the coffee table.

No words needed to be said, his hands were supporting me as he placed soft kisses back on my lips, and with every kiss we slowly fell back onto the sofa, Max climbing further up, one knee between my legs the other practically hanging off the sofa holding him up slightly.

And in silent agreement we both started undressing each other, as if it was the first time again. Both awed by the sight of one another.

As always, Max looked heavenly, his hair was disheveled from my fingers running through, his eyes were a bright blue filled with lust and adoration, the apples of his cheeks were flushed red… his toned body was warm to the touch. He always is perfect.

Moving closer his soft, wet kisses were making their way down my exposed chest, feeling him smiling against my skin after every kiss he placed. Mumbling things like-

“So perfect…”

“My pretty girl.”

“My schat” (darling)

I felt as if I was floating, if this is what heaven feels like I want it everyday.

I said once before- heaven wouldn’t accept two sinners. And there’s no way I could stop from sinning now- if it meant locking me up in the depths of hell I would happily dance myself down to the gates only if I can have Max devouring every inch of my body like he was.

He worshipped my body, and took me on highs I don’t even remember either of us reaching the last time we ended up in such positions.

When all was said and done, our bodies heaved with exhaustion, Max still pulled back on his underwear and hauled himself upstairs to the bathroom getting wet towels to clean us both up with. He even helped me get my underwear and his T-shirt on… he took such gentle care with me, it was difficult not to love him.

It took some time before our breathing levelled out, Max turned his head bringing his lips to kiss my forehead. A small smile tugged at my face, my head now leaning against his shoulder.

“Please stay the night…” he moved his hand around cupping my cheek, placing more kisses to the top of my head.

“Don’t have to ask twice.” My smile widened and I responded with a hum.

“I’m going to make a cup of tea, did you want a cold drink?…” slowly I pushed myself of the sofa stretching turning to look at him.

His hands slowly moving up each sides of my legs, as he looked up at me.

“I’ve got more water?”

“Actually I’ll have tea.” I raised my eyebrows at him, brushing some hair back.

“Are you trying to impress me?”

“Of course not, I’m just a guy who drinks tea.” Laughing a little I push his head back gently leaving him in the lounge.

We have so got this Verstappen.

A/N: idk what it is but I just had terrible writers block- and as you can tell it was sort of forced finished, so hopefully Part 3 I will have a bit more inspo flowing 🥲 But hope you enjoyed anyways 🖤 Part 3 hopefully end of the week the latest I’ll update if not 🖤

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#f1 imagine #max verstappen imagine #formula one imagine #imagine #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x y/n #formula one x reader

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