𝘽𝙄𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙍, max verstappen

chapter forty-eight.

max had always known camila to be stubborn, but fucking hell, she was really testing his limits now.

he had the worst sleep of his entire life last night, tossing and turning amongst groans of frustration, craving the feeling of his girlfriend in his arms.

the only way he managed to even drift off for the slightest bit was at the thought of her. her smile, her laugh, her eyes, everything. all he could do was think of camila's entire being.

but his thoughts eventually got the better of him, as they were once sweet and innocent, but soon travelled to a much darker version - max reminiscing on their heated mornings and nights wrapped in between sheets, his body over hers, his fingers burning at the touch of her sweet skin. max could imagine it all so clearly as he slept, and it was no surprise to himself when he awoke feeling a bit flustered and hot in his lower body.

he knew he shouldn't have, but max found himself spending his waking moments having to relieve himself, knowing it was the only way he'd be able to get over his dirty thoughts as soon as possible, and he groaned under his breath as images of a vulnerable camila flooded his mind while he pleasured himself.

max continued to remind himself that he'd only do this once, as his detailed and vulgarly descriptive thoughts of camila almost made him feel disgusted with himself, especially when he'd let her name slip from his lips, but he couldn't control it either way.

he attempted to conceal his heavy pants and groans, yet it was no use, he needed to get this out of his system if he had to deal with camila ignoring him for the rest of his day. his noises were probably loud enough to travel though next door, but he didn't have time to care when he needed this satisfaction so badly, he hadn't had one in weeks.

and fuck, it felt good when he finally did. max was wondering how long it'd take for his desires to finally reach a breaking point.

in a very humbling moment, after max had finished dealing with his situation, his phone buzzed, as a message from the group chat with himself, daniel, lando and camila appeared on his screen, reminding him of another situation he'd forgotten about today.

knowing how camila would get sometimes, max wouldn't be surprised in the slightest if she'd said she was too busy to play padel today.

but, as he checked the messages, max couldn't help but smirk to himself as he noticed camila had liked daniel's message of 'See you all at 10?'

after showering and getting ready, max grabbed his things for padel, heading to his rental car for the weekend and beginning to type in the address daniel shared. max had scoffed to himself when he'd realised that camila should be sat next to him in the passenger seat, but she wasn't, and that drove him insane. his knuckles turned white as he clenched the steering wheel.

as he arrived at his destination, max grabbed his things and began to head inside.

upon entering, he was met with a laughing lando and daniel, who were talking about god knows what.

when the duo turned to notice max walking inside, their brows raised in suspicion, as they noticed he'd arrived by himself, camila nowhere to be found.

they'd immediately asked max questions, which came as no surprise to him.

"where's cami?" lando piped up, while daniel looked at his friend hesitantly.

max shrugged casually. "she wanted to come here on her own" he brushed off, as the two mclaren drivers looked at each other, baffled by the statement.