Formula 1 - One Shots [First Book]

Scruff Part 3 - {Max Verstappen}

A/N: Final part! Thank you all so much for voting and placing those amazing comments that gave me such lovely compliments on my writing, much love to y'all 💖 I'm promising I'm going to work on the requests again tomorrow 😅

I have gotten some inbox messages where is being said that it's a bit scary to ask for a one shot with sexual intercourse. I absolutely understand! I don't mind whatever you ask me to write, you can also ask me to not mention your name at the top of the one shot to stay a bit anonymous. Never be scared of requesting anything!

You stirred in your sleep, slightly waking up. You stretched your arms above your head and whimpered at the feeling of your aching muscles. A strong pair of arms wrapped tighter around you and pulled you against a bare, firm chest.

Max didn't seem to be awake yet, his fingers spreading out over your midriff in his sleep. You turned around to face him, almost not possible in his grip. You giggled softly when he wasn't awake, but something else definitely was.

"Horny kid". You muttered and traced his jaw, the rough hairs your fingers felt immediately reminding you of your bruised inner thighs of last night. While looking at his adorable sleeping form, you planned your devilish karma plan, your hand moving down his chest. You assumed he didn't have anywhere to be as it was pretty late in the morning and he was still here, sound asleep.

You took your time to feel his muscled body, smiling as goosebumps rose upon his skin, the hairs on his biceps standing straight up. You nibbled on your lower lip at seeing the prints of your fingers as blue, purplish bruises in his skin and you smirked quietly, at least you have left some stains on his body.

You slipped out of his arms and disappeared under the thin sheets. Max still was awake and you rolled eyes, even though he couldn't see it. You pressed your lips to his lower abdomen, nipping at his skin. Your moves were still gentle and you slightly pulled the elastic band of his boxers away.

Your tongue swirled around the dip of his hipbone and the v-lines that made your mouth water. Your teeth dug into the sensitive skin and that's were he finally woke up. Max groaned and moved the sheets away, eyes wide as he saw you between his legs, your moves never stopped.

"Good morning". You chirped, your hand palming the bulged that was prominent in his boxers.

"Good morning it is". Max grunted, his blue eyes focused on you completely. His hand reached out for your hair to pull you down and urge you to please move on.

"Don't think so". You swatted his hand away. You moved up for a moment to cup his jaw in your hand. "Before I forget". You started, a sweet smile on your lips. "I don't want to feel one single touch". Your nails slightly pressed into his jaw and cheek, but it didn't hurt him too much.

Max grunted lowly in response, you used the same words he had used last night, with a different task that was just as hard for him as it had been for you. He could stop you if he wanted to, he was strong enough after all, but he didn't want to. Because this was too hot, too excited to stop it.

Your finger finally moved his boxers away, his length springing up against his lower abdomen. Your small hand didn't even cover up the half of it, which definitely gave his ego a boost.

Max looked at you with his jaw clenched, knowing oh so well that this was his sweet karma. And he let you, he let you tease him because he didn't even want to stop you, finding it way too hot and too sexy if he may add that you turned the tables and showed your dominant side.

You looked how his eyelashes fluttered as you moved your hand upwards and down again with slow moves. "Fucking hell, Y/N". He lowly growled, already wanting to tangle his fingers in your hair.