F1 Reader Inserts

The Real Prize || MV1

Request: Max fucking you in the bathroom of the F1 gala because of how good you guys look & thigh riding.

You hid the light of your phone under the table and sent an apologetic smile to Geri as she watched the prize giving ceremony. Max had excused himself to get ready for his award that was coming up, but then he had text you.

Come outside x

You kept your head low as you crept through the rows of tables and out of the event hall, only to have your hand grabbed when you passed through the last door.

"Baby, they're going to call your name soon."

Max ignored you as he led you down the quiet corridor and slipped into the bathroom. It was only when the bolt slid across and locked the door firmly in place that Max faced you, hunger in his blue eyes.

"We have time, and you look gorgeous," he said as he caught the back of your neck and tugged you closer, crushing his lips to yours. You moaned into his kiss and your hands roamed his body, unbuttoning his suit jacket so you could get to his belt free. He spun you in his arms and his hand slipped between your legs as you held his heated stare in the mirror. "We look so good together, schatje."

"You should have better self-control," you whispered as his hand teased you over the silk material of your dress.

"I can't help that I came with the most beautiful woman here," he hummed in your ear before searing your skin with delicate kisses. "You make it impossible to resist wanting these legs wrapped around me."

You turned in his arms and he walked you back until your ass hit the marble bench. His fingers snatched at the skirt and bunched it up over your hips that he grabbed to pick you up, seating you at the edge of the sink.

"Hurry up, Max," you begged as he unzipped his fly. Needing him just as much, you pushed the trousers down over his ass and dug your nails into the hard flesh. You had found it hard to keep your hands to yourself the moment he had emerged from the bedroom in his tailored suit, his bow tie in his hands as he asked you for help. "You're going to miss your trophy."

"Fuck the trophy," he scoffed as he brushed your panties aside and curled his fingers inside you to find how wet you already were for him. Bringing his fingers to his lips, he smiled at the taste of you on his tongue. "Nothing could beat this prize right here."

"Stop teasing me, please, fuck me already."

Max's smile grew at the needy whine and he sealed his lips over yours to silence the cry you gave as he gave you what you wanted. Snapping his hips forward you were instantly full and your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of being stretched out around his cock.

"Happy, schatje?" he chuckled, trailing his lips along your jaw until he was watching the mirror over your shoulder. You pouted as you were suddenly empty again but then Max was putting you back on your feet and bending you over the washbasin, in front of the mirror. "We look so good together," he repeated as he entered you.

Your cunt clenched at the sight of him taking you with complete disregard to the prestigious ceremony happening down the corridor. He had nothing on his mind except how the dress accentuated all your best features and how perfect your body fit his, warm and slick around him.

"Max," you panted as your orgasm drew near, the heat on your abdomen spreading further along your body. "Max, please."

Max ran a hand down your thigh, hooking behind your knee and raising it to rest on the marble top. The new angle drew quick breaths into your lungs as his cock hit that spot deep inside that had stars dancing around your vision.

"Look at me, schatje," he reminded as your eyes fluttered shut in ecstasy. You snapped them open and met his startling blue ones in the mirror and noticed the flush of colour on his cheeks, and the thick veins in his neck.

The sight was enough to throw you over the edge and his spine snapped rigidly as he felt your pussy walls clamp tight around him. He couldn't have held back if he tried, pleasure ran down him like a lightning bolt and he buried himself as deep as he could when he spilled himself inside. Aftershocks tingled down your legs as you felt him pulsing with his release and his heavy breathing warmed your neck before he kissed it softly and pulled out.

"Shit," he swore as he tucked himself away and saw the message on his phone from his boss.

Where are you?

He didn't bother replying as you straightened your dress before reaching out for his bow and doing the same. "Go," you urged with a nod to the door. "I'll be right behind you."

Max double checked his hair was sitting right before pecking your lips. "Ik hou van jou."

"Love you too, now go." You pushed him towards the door with a laugh as he looked ready to stay for another round. "You're late!"

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Max kicked his dress shoes off as soon as he walked in the door and tossed his suit jacket onto the coat rack. You had retired to the room earlier knowing he would be kept back late for the formalities.

"Schatje?" he called out, quietly enough to keep from waking you if you were asleep but loud enough to announce his arrival.

"In here, baby." You had just finished relaxing in the bath and wrapped a towel around your body as you stepped into the bedroom to meet him. His white shirt hung open and inviting as he sat on the edge of the bed, sighing to himself after the long hours of socialising. "You look tired."

"I am tired." He pulled you between his legs the moment you stepped into his reach and you brushed his shirt off his shoulders. A soft groan fell from his parted lips when you massaged the tension away and the sound made you clench your thighs together.

"Sit," he ordered as he tugged the towels away and saw the signs of your arousal, peaked nipples begging for his mouth.

"But you're tired," you murmured hesitantly.

He shook his head and pushed his knee between your legs, forcing your stance wider as his hands guided your hips down until you were sitting on his thick thigh. "I'll never be too tired for this."

Slowly, he began to rock your hips and you moaned at the friction his trousers gave you at the juncture of your thighs. He wasn't fazed in the slightest that you would likely ruin the expensive bottom half of his Amari suit when you came, he just wanted to see the look of pleasure on your face again.

"Go on, schat, take what you need," he encouraged. His hold loosened on your hips and you gripped his shoulders as you rode his thigh. With his hands free, there was nothing stopping them roaming your body. You gasped as he pressed a thumb to your clit and it sparked your cunt to clench as you ground yourself against him. "You're gonna ride my thigh until you come, aren't you my good girl?"

"Mmm yes..." you whined as you laced your fingers in his hair, tugging his face down to your chest until he sealed his lips around your nipple. "Yes, oh god, Max."

"That's it, schatje, keep going, you're doing so well."

Your hips rode the hard length of his thigh, feeling each strap of muscle that was hidden beneath the dark fabric he wore. You rode him harder as the pressure in your abdomen grew and your head fell back with a cry of delight. "Maaxxxx...I'm, I'm...fuck!"

Your orgasm washed over you in waves that shook your body and each twitch ignited aftershocks as the cotton teased your already stimulated nerve endings.

"You're so fucking beautiful when you come," he praised. His large hand cradled your head to his shoulder as you sagged into his embrace to recover.

"I ruined your trousers."

He chuckled as you climbed off him with unsteady legs and saw your arousal thick on the material.

"So did I."

You looked further up his thigh and giggled as you found another damp patch. "I really did good, huh?"

"Mmm, the best," he hummed as he fell back on the bed with a contented sigh. "Now I'm very tired."