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[formula1messiah]

That one night in São Paulo

Max Verstappen x photographer f! oc smut

summary: they met a long time ago, but just in that rainy night things finally got real. Smut. No real plot, just vibes.

warnings: drinking, possessiveness

+18, <900 words

That one night in São Paulo, it was raining.

The silence inside that hotel room. It was always hotel rooms for him, for both of them. 

She was always busy, registering each moment of the World Championship craziness for posterity, her post as a photographer giving her okay money and an awful amount of headaches and jet lags… but that's how they met. And kept meeting. They became friend-like acquaintances. Always saying a lot in the blank spaces. Always wanting but never asking or taking.

Striding through continents like it was a tiny neighborhood. Flying and working and flirting, until they finally got out for some drinks after the race in Brazil. It was Caipirinhas this time, not the usual paddock coffee. They slurped some cups and laughed and Max blushed.

And the drinks turned to something else entirely. 

That one night in São Paulo, somehow, time stopped.

Just stopped.

The mirrored windowpane was tinted by glowing drops of water outside against flashes of the city lights: heavy rain still pouring, thunder rumbling now and then. The lampshade lights on, his eager mouth devouring her core, sucking on her clit harshly, making her whimper, rocking her hips… He loved it so much and kept fucking her soppy wet pussy with two fingers quickly, groaning when she rubbed herself on his face… So needy for him. So horny. And he promised himself to give it all to her, to give his very best so she could never forget him. 

His hard-on was painfully untouched inside his navy-blue boxers, but he couldn’t think of himself right now; he had to give it all to the task: to ruin her for all other men. To make her cum so hard, so good, and so many times, she would never want any other guy. There would be only him occupying that place in her memory, the best fuck she’s ever had. The number one.  

And the cries of her orgasms only made him harder, swallowing on his rush, grabbing her waist with nails digging into the skin. He licked fat stripes upwards over her stomach, biting on her bones, grabbing the soft flesh, laughing at the goosebumps it made appear all over his girl… his girl, only his. And between mouthing over the curving ribcage and licking his way up, Max had only two thoughts: to cum and never to let her go fucking anywhere. He wanted to drag her with him forever—just his girl and nothing else. 

Her voice sounded weak but the tiny giggle on the end made him stop his ministrations and prop himself over his elbows to look at her face:

- We took so long to do this… 

- We did.

- Come here, Max. C’mon.

  Her grabby hands pulled his unruly hair, and he kissed her hard, red wet lips devouring hers, hungry teeth and the shadow of his beard rasping, hurting. She wanted it to hurt in a way. She needed that edge at least one time. There was too much pressure, too much expectation for them not to do it like nibbly animals. 

Max pulled away, looking flushed, sweaty, breathing through his mouth. He removed his tight boxers and opened the condom package with his teeth. She couldn’t look away from him when he slid it around his hard cock and took no time to be over her again, spreading her legs wide before sliding inside her, breathing hard… Her whimpers made his cock twitch, and she moved her hips in such a needy way like she wasn’t the woman who did just cum in his mouth. 

  But it didn’t took much time for her to come again, his rough hands on her breasts, fucking fast, pubic bone rubbing on her clit. She cried and fell limp. 

-Fuck Max, oh my god…

He didn’t stop for a second.

- What, babe?

  She couldn’t answer, not with the rhythm he caught after that, placing one of her legs up his shoulder, rough thumb on her clit, rubbing, rubbing…

- Max, babe, come with me, please?

- ‘k.

  And as soon as she cried again, spine curving, eyes shut closed, he grunted and came. It was almost painful, the way his balls twitched, but it was worth the wait. To have her so completely, to come so hard and deep inside her.

And while the rain still poured heavy outside, thunder blasting closer each time, Max held her by the waist, pulling her hot body closer, closer… Her fingers found their home in his sweaty fair mane, while his eyes still had a wild pull to them, like what he was feeling wasn’t satisfaction or affection, but some primal pulse, a desire to obliterate her needs, to have her in every way, just for himself. 

- You are my girl. Mine. 

- What?

- I don’t know where this is going but…You are mine. 

- Max, what is…

  His kiss interrupted her mumbling, stealing her breath away. But she knew him enough to see the truth. Maybe he was right. Maybe he owned her now in a weird way, a strange bond she wasn’t willing to undo too soon. Maybe they shouldn’t overthink while the rain poured outside and their bodies were still covered in each other’s sweat. Maybe nothing else mattered until his next flight in a couple of hours…

[formula1messiah]

Hii I'm gonna share a snippet of my Lance Stroll smut WIP, +18 nsfw okay

chemtrails over the country club

It always starts with a kiss. Not a rushed one, full of teeth and tongue- still wet though, pillowy, the flavorful kind of kiss he always keeps for starts and endings.

He kisses you exactly like that after, yeah. With his pouty, full lips and a playful smile. The boyish grin he gives you after making you come softly on his mouth, then hard on his cock, again riding his thigh… and after all, oh-so-tired, laying on your sweaty tummy, ass-up on the bed, he pounds into your raw pussy until you come again, seeing white, ears buzzing. Yeah, he could be proud of the state he leaves you after all that: barely awake, smiling, tired, and so relaxed.