Formula 1 - One Shots [First Book]

Rough - {Stoffel Vandoorne}

A/N: This is for pasfeatvic , wrote this in the car home today 😂💖

Warning: sexy time with Vandoorne 😏

Stoffel opened the back door as he came back from a friend. Between the races you traveled back to London with him, where he lived. He heard your laugh from the living room and he smiled in response to it.

The Belgian peeked his head around the corner and saw you on the phone, your back to him. He smiled and kicked his shoes off, hanging a leather jacket on the coat rack.

"You can't ask me that!". You gasped and laughed at your friend, blushing a bit when she asked how Stoffel was between the sheets as you talked about his racing before. Stoffel was about to go upstairs, he made a cup of coffee in the kitchen, quietly listening to your voice.

"Well, he's good. Stoff's sweet, it's...".

"Vanilla?". Your friend finished and you nodded in response, even though she couldn't see.

"Our sex is very vanilla. I love it every time though, but I wouldn't mind if he was a bit rougher with me you know? It almost seems like he's afraid to break me". Stoffel listened with a frown and put his cup down, leaning against the door opening with his arms crossed over his chest.

You ended the call and stood up from your spot, slightly jumping when you saw Stoffel in the doorway. "Stoff!". You shrieked. "How long have you been standing there?".

"Do you think our sex is boring?". The Belgian immediately hissed. "Stoff, I never meant...".

You stepped closer to him, yet he cut you off. "And besides, what made you think you could share that with your friend?". You nervously swallowed as he seemed to be really upset with it. Stoffel grabbed your jaw between his fingers, pressing a kiss to your lips.

"Well babe, if you really think that, get the fuck upstairs and I'll make sure you're begging me to stop".

Your breath hitched in your throat and you quickly obeyed, dribbling upstairs to the bedroom you shared. Stoffel was quick to follow and threw the door closed. He sat down on the bed and padded his lap, legs slightly spread.

"Jeans off". Stoffel said and your fingers moved to unbutton your jeans, taking the denim down your legs. "Take a seat". A grin was on his handsome face and you frowned, nevertheless obeying and sitting down on one of his thighs. Stoffel smashed your lips together, bouncing his leg once so you'd glide over his jeans and flush to his chest.

You gasped at the friction of the rough denim and you automatically bucked your hips forward for more. "Good girl". You whimpered at the nick name, Stoffel's hands wandered down your body to your bum, one of them giving a firm smack that made you hiss in pain.

"What did you tell your sweet friend? Hmm baby girl?". Stoffel purred in your ear, his hands resting on your hips to help you move along, riding his thigh. He nibbled on his lower lip at hearing your whimpers, the Belgian had to admit he found it incredibly hot to see you flustered like this.

"I believe I asked you something". Stoffel gritted through his teeth and you head to lean your arms on his shoulders, desperate for your release already. "I-I told her you were vanilla". You admitted, your cheeks flushed red and you yelped as he offered another hard smack to your bum.

"You can call her again to say you changed your mind after I'm done with you". Stoffel replied, one of his hands moving to your front to place his thumb on your sensitive nub. You cried out his name, feeling your body hot and excited to burst. The rough denim gave such a weird pleasure, however you only wanted more.