Formula 1 - One Shots [First Book]

Take It Out - {Max Verstappen}

A/N: for my babe revanclaws 💖

Warning: Max is angry and that gives good sex. Bless y'all. Can we also appreciate the lip bite on the picture I added bc damn boi 🔥

You nibbled on your lower lip as Max slammed his helmet down on the table and his gloves soon followed. Monaco didn't turn out the way he wanted it to be. He was pissed off at the way Red Bull had chosen his strategy, putting Daniel in front of him and pitting him on the best moment.

"Babe...". You started, wanting him to calm down before facing the media paddock. Your hands slid over his warm shoulders, muscles tensed beneath it. You had to admit he was oh so hot when he was like this, jaw clenched and hands frantically moving to unzip his suit.

"Don't". Max growled back, shaking your hands off his shoulder. The Red Bull driver pulled his arms out of the suit, revealing his muscled torso and arms in the white, fireproof undershirt. "You need to cool down before the media, Max". You muttered, crossing your arms over his chest.

"How? How can I calm down after this disaster called Monaco?". Max hissed and you basically saw a storm unravelling in his blue eyes, his face close to yours as you were practically chest to chest.

"Take it out on me". You answered, blurting the words out before properly thinking about it. Max blinked a couple times, however moved to lock the door. His arms were quick to slam your body into his, the cold wall hitting your back as he pushed you up against it. Your lips melted together in a hot kiss, teeth clashing together and digging roughly into your lip.

You whined when he lugged your lower lip backwards and then nibbled on it to slightly soothe the pain. His tongue tasted your mouth and he soon enough dropped hot kisses on your jaw and neck, leaving your lips bruised and puffy. You cocked your head aside to give him more access, your skin on fire as it felt like his lips pressed calescent kisses onto your throat.

You took a sharp breath when Max marked your pulse with his teeth, almost drawing blood as the skin coloured purple. His eyes flickered back to yours when his fingers yanked your shirt off your front, lifting your arms to let him take it over your head.

Your nails scratched Max's skin when you tore the white shirt off his body, palms skipping over his warm torso and the firm bumps on his stomach. Max's breath was slightly faster, fingers feverishly fiddling with the buttons of your denim skirt.

Max got distracted when you planted your lips in his neck, your hands moving down to palm him through his boxers and fireproof leggings. He gritted through his teeth and pushed your hands away. You had a challenging grin on your face, which annoyed him even more. You wanted Max to unleash the lion inside him now and you were determined to push him to the edge of frustration to let him completely rock your whole being.

Your hands went down again, nails scraping down his chest and his happy trail into his boxers. Max groaned loudly when you took a hold of his length. However he pushed your hands away yet again. "Hands off". He hissed.

"You don't have to tell me what to do". You purred, your palms roaming over his shoulders and biceps and you finally got him right there where you wanted him. "Good, if you want to play it like that". A smirk tugged on Max's lips and he reached out for the jeans he wore earlier this day, getting the belt from around it.

Your eyes went wide when he twisted your around, your naked front pressed to the wall as he roughly pulled your skirt and your panties down your legs. Max tightly tied the leather around your wrists behind your back. You whimpered when you heard him stepping out of the racing overall and you felt his body heat hovering over you.