Formula 1 Imagines

Masterpiece - D.R x Reader - 18+

Warnings: 18+, smut, fluff, dirty talk, aftercare, swearing

Word count: 7.8k

Summary:
"Are you going to stare at me all day or are you going to paint?" He says with his back to you. You bite your lip when you come up with an idea. or; what happens when Daniel decides to paint in his overalls... and nothing else.
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You hum along to the soft music playing, your body moving to the beat. Bending down, you dip the large paintbrush into the light-coloured paint. You move the paintbrush back to the wall in front of you, moving the brush up and down to paint a layer of white over the olive colour already on the wall. A small smile makes its way onto your face at the sound of Dan quietly singing behind you, busy painting the opposite wall. You turn to look at him, still painting. You bite your lip as your eyes run over his body, watching as the muscles in his arms flex and relax with every stroke. You stop painting, fully turning your body to face him.

He's shirtless, only wearing overalls. You can see little specks of paint on his arms and hands. The way he's painting, his arm looking so thick, his fingers gripping the paintbrush, his hips now moving to the music. You almost let out a small groan, thinking about everything you want him to do to you right now.

He turns around, feeling your eyes on him. He gives you a little smile at first, but it slowly turns into a smirk when he realises how distracted you are and that you're biting your lip while looking at him. When he notices how turned on you are, he makes sure to tease you a little more before he does anything. He squats down as he puts more paint on the brush, he knows how hot you think it is. He takes his time, gripping the brush a little tighter than before. He looks at you as he's doing it, trying to make it look sexy.

You're just standing there watching him, wanting him to take you right there. Once there's enough paint on the brush, he slowly gets up, he makes sure to groan a little as if it hurt just to tease you more. He knows that you love his groans. He turns back around and starts painting again, knowing that you're watching him. "Are you going to stare at me all day or are you going to paint?" He says with his back to you. You bite your lip when you come up with an idea.

You quietly put the paintbrush down and start to walk towards him, trying not to make a sound. When you get close enough, you stand behind him, looking at his back. He tenses when he feels your hot breath on his back, but he doesn't turn around or say anything. He keeps painting. You move so your arms slowly wrap around him, your face resting on his back. He smiles a little, thinking you're being cute. You move your head to press kisses to his back, slowly making your way to his neck, making sure to leave little marks everywhere. He tenses again when you start kissing his neck, his grip on the paintbrush tightening. He's trying not to groan, but when he feels you lick him from the bottom of his neck to his ear and leave a little kiss there, he can't help it.
At this point, he's stopped painting, paintbrush still in his hand, too distracted by your mouth and body heat. His groans get louder the more you mark him. You know he loves it, so you keep going. He's breathing heavily now, letting out little gasps when you nip at his skin with your teeth. You slowly move your arms to take his overalls off. He either doesn't feel it or doesn't care, lost in the feeling of your lips and tongue. Once the overalls reach his hips, you slowly move your hand to his dick.

One hand is resting on his chest, keeping his back to your front, while the other is lightly touching his dick, only with your fingertips. He's groaning louder and more frequently now. His groans are so loud you can't hear the music anymore. He wants you to do something more, but he can't say anything. Every time he goes to speak, he lets out a little gasp followed by a groan. Your fingers move to wrap around his dick, not moving. He lets out a whine at the feeling of your lips still marking him. "Please do something. Please, baby," he says breathlessly.