summary: returning home from a race, max comes back to find you in bed. asleep, naked, and moaning. you've talked about it before. tonight, he plans to make those pretty little dreams of yours come true.
warnings: lots of fluff, established relationship, set during summer break, really really downbad!max, 18+ (minors dni), consent attained for somnophilia, teasing, p in v, eating out, fingering, unprotected sex, lwk kinda sub!max sometimes, praising, intimate and slow // poorly proof read as usual
word count: 3.7k
a/n: a max smutttttt!! haven't done one in so long so this was refreshing to while i procrastinated studying.
Max Verstappen had been inevitably crowned with the title of 'racing-obsessed.' It was more than the genetics of his mother and father. More than the karts he had raced as a kid. More than the time childhood he had spent in the garage.
Because for every second he spent in Formula One, he spent those very moments in between still racing. Not training? On the simulator. Flying back home on the jet? On the simulator. Summer break? The perfect time to set up his own team and go racing.
People could call it what they wanted to.
Racing-obsessed.
Racing-crazed.
The primal need for adrenaline disguised as something as vain and simple as an addiction.
But as much as Max loved racing, there was one thing he infinitely loved more.
You.
The only person who blurred the lines between reality and his dreams. Who made him feel alive.
It was you he constantly thought of. With you. Away from you. In the car. Out of the car.
You-obsessed.
Lovesick.
Entirely and utterly in love with you.
Those were the crowns he would proudly wear. For there was no track, no race, no car, no trophy or championship that was more important than you.
Races away from you could only be described at torture. He wasn't sure when it had happened but at some point, he had begun counting the seconds. Not for a good quali lap or to overtake. But the seconds till he was back home with you and the pets.
Max respected it. He knew you couldn't always be with him. This career of his was beyond demanding. All this travelling took a toll on one’s physical and mental health. You had your own life, own jobs, own dreams... all of which he wanted for you.
But fuck, he missed you. It was disgusting how much he missed you really.
Just this past weekend, he was sat in the cockpit of his piece of shit car, tuning out the sounds of the garages, clinks and all. And as he sat silently, not listening to anything GP was saying. All he could think about was the sound of your laugh, the feel of your skin, your endless talking, and your stupid, stupid jokes.
Even his private jet had taken the brunt of it. He had paid a fortune for the damn thing and still it took forever to get back to you. Every time he looked down at his phone (which so painfully had the most beautifully candid photo of you as his wallpaper), he could've sworn only minutes would pass.
But eventually, he had landed in France and reached Monaco. The instant comfort of the air was unlike anything he experienced. And it wasn’t because of the hundreds of luxury cars or unreal views of the sea. But the mere idea that just a few minutes away was you. It soothed his heart entirely.
Max was cautious as he arrived at the floor of his penthouse with his suitcase in hand. It was one in the morning. The sky was completely dark, cooling with the summer heat. And you were sleeping judging by the turned off lights and the slightly opened windows—your summer routine before going to bed.
He had forgone his suitcase almost instantly, leaving it near the door with his backpack before he heard another roll of the goddamn wheels. He almost glared at the small thud of the door closing.
Why was it so loud?
Shuffling his shoes off, the marble floors felt cold against his feet while he traversed his living room carefully, blue eyes squinting to make out the odd darkened shapes and shadows.
That was the shelf where it usually was...
That round oblong thing was sofa...
That was... furry???
"Jesus Christ, Nino," Max cursed quietly, twisting his body strangely to avoid stepping on his dog. But the odd turn had his knee sliding against the nearby coffee table. Motherfuc— He pressed his lips tightly without a second thought, preventing the shout teeming on the tip of his tongue.
He blankly stared at the unbothered body of his dog, heaving with sleep. He shook his head, rubbing the spot on his knee as he limped towards your bedroom. Every time. Every bloody time, without fail, Nino was somewhere in the house causing trouble. He could've sworn he ended up with more bruises from the new addition to the family than racing gave him.
Max tried to quiet himself further as he reached the bedroom door, noticing it was wide open to let the heat dissipate. As if he was a ghost, he held his breath, steps lighter while he spotted the flow the curtains nearby. He was right. The windows were open.
His eyes travelled gently towards the bed, finding you half-wrapped in the duvet because 'you just had to have something going to sleep.' The breath he had been holding seemed to catch further, chest finally warm now that he was near you. Like all the noise in his head had been lulled to an irrelevant usher.
He couldn't quite describe how you looked just like this. With the soft rays of the moon shining over your bed, letting your bare skin glow with this iridescence that made his knees falter, dipping down onto the other end of the mattress. His lips parted with awe, taking the seconds he cared about so much to admire every tress of your hair in the odd direction, the rise of your chest with every breath, and few trickles of goosebumps from the refreshing summer air.
You were simply radiant.
And it made his stomach churn.
You looked so peaceful, Max couldn't even bear the idea of waking you up to let you know he was here. He had decided he'd just remove his clothes, the same as you, and join the dark abyss with you. Surprise you in the morning.
But then he had heard it.
That soft moan that travelled from your lips and into the night air. It made his ears perk right up and his brows furrow.
He thought he had made too much noise for a moment. That his sneaky entry had been blown and he waken you up.
But the soft moan came out again. A little deeper this time. Followed by his name tipping from your mouth, dragged with hitch he recognised from anywhere. A sound he had memorised and replayed in his head over and over again as white noise.
He wondered whether his beliefs were right as his lower stomach churned. Maybe he was still wrong. But the truth all came out when you shifted away from the duvet, unravelling yourself in front of him.
And as the goosebumps rose on your bare skin, his eyes roamed over your slowly hardening nipples and fell to your lazily spread-out legs. He swallowed tightly, fingers instantly sinking into his thighs as though he was trying not to lose his composure.
The moon did a good job capturing the slick glistening over your folds. It was endless. Like honey pouring out of you, partially smeared on your inner thighs while your body squirmed lightly.
You had talked about this. Waking up each other with sex. The both of you so addicted to each other, you were more than happy to devote yourselves to each other in the early mornings or in the middle of the night.
Despite your conversation, you had both never gotten a chance to actually carry it out. Between his travels and the exhaustion of your jobs, the idea had remained an idea.
But your moans continued to fill his ears, soft and broken. Max bit down on his lip tightly. He could only imagine what you were dreaming about right now. And the hardening bulge between his legs wasn’t helping.
"Oh fuck," Max whispered to himself when he saw your hips twitched.
This idea... he could finally make it something more.
The removal of his clothes was effortless and patient. In no hurry, he continued to watch you in all his glory. Feeding his eyes and soul on what he had missed for past month. The photos and videos... none of them had compared to the real thing.
Max almost collapsed when you moved towards his touch, large hand gliding over your bare calf and up your leg, soft and gentle. You were still sleeping but fuck, you were so responsive.
He shifted against the mattress, hard-on brushing against the material making him shudder as he laid flat, hands curling around your thighs to open them a little more. He could smell your arousal loud and clear. Whatever dream you were having was a damn good one. Leaking everywhere.
Bringing himself closer to your cunt, he breathed over the wet folds gently, corners of his mouth tugging at your shiver.
Without a second thought, he latched his mouth to those pretty folds, the sweet taste of you immediate on his tongue. His moan quietly against your cunt, patiently taking the time to prod every crevice and fold, feel his nose bump against your clit as he slurped up your slick.
He could feel you slowly writhe in his grasp as he savoured you, still torn between the line of reality and slumber. He could spot your teeth sinking into your lip, soft sounds curled in your throat while your eyes fluttered, still shut.
Max spent minutes and minutes tasting you. He knew how to do it well. Every flick and lick. The graze of his teeth on your clit. The vibration of his hums. And you only seem to get wetter in your sleep, hips bucking with light lifts from the mattress.
But you weren't asleep for too long.
Your head slowly tiled up, blurry-eyed vision trying to understand the sight of your boyfriend between your legs in the middle of the night. Trying to understand that the pleasure you had been feeling wasn't all just a dream.
"M-Max?" You breathed sleepily, sound strained when the pleasure shot up your core and your thighs tensed with the flat lap of his tongue against you.
"Schat," he lowly grunted into your cunt. "Sorry, I woke you, schat. But you just looked so good, my pretty girl. I needed to help you out. Is that okay?"
Your nod was almost instant. "Y-Yes. Oh, fuck," you whined as the feel of his two fingers pushing into your entrance, tongue resting on the bulb of your clit, expertly matching the new rhythms he had introduced.
"That feel good, my pretty girl? Yeah?" He moaned at your nod, pumping his fingers in and out of you, slow and deep. "Missed you so much, schat. Thought about this every damn night. I’ve been night. I've been neglecting you, haven't I?" He almost pouted against your cunt.
His promise came without even asking.
"It's okay, baby. I'll make it up to you."
Your fingers stretched around the sheets underneath you, knuckles white when his own digits curled up into your cunt and his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking with a torturous pressure—gentle and long.
"Max," you mewled, hips jerking at the feel of his fingers against that spongy part of you.
Max smiled against your cunt, feeling your walls clamp down on his fingers. His eyes flickered up, admiring the collaboration of the moon and your flushed state. "Close already, schat? It's okay. You were having a good dream, weren't you? Come on then. Cum for me."
Your core clenched as he sped his fingers up, coaxing every little movement out of you. For weeks, you had tried to mimic this. This feeling. But to no avail. The coil that had been wound up so tight for weeks and weeks seemed to be undone in the matter of seconds when it came to Max's touch.
White stars lined your vision, eyes shut, lips parted around nothing while the pleasure struck you like a tsunami—wave after wave making you lurch off the mattress. His hands worked as a knowing restraint, tight against your thigh to keep you down while you spasmed around his mouth and fingers.
Max's moans felt guttural, stretching out each second of pleasure for a little longer as he drank every single drop of you.
Your head dug into the pillow underneath you, chest heaving while you watched Max lift his head up between your legs, lips shiny and coated with your slick. Your stomach churned while the corners of your mouth tugged up quietly as he moved up to meet you, leaving a trail of gentle kisses from your pelvis up to your mouth.
You hummed softly, responding with the same amount of intimate, tender loving. Your hand fell to his cheek, pricks of his stubble running under the pad of your thumb. Pulling away, you gave him a small smile. "You're home," you simply said.
Max smiled warmly in response, chest aching at your words. God, you had no idea how much he missed you. Missed this. Being in the same bed as you. Same room. In your air.
"I'm home," he affirmed with a curt but meaningful nod, kissing the tip of your nose.
"Missed you," you mumbled, trailing your fingers over the crease of his brows, smoothening out the wrinkle with care, savouring the warmth of your bare skin on his.
He made a small noise, agreeing instantly. "I did too."
You snorted, raising a brow. "I can tell," you commented, looking between your bodies, identifying the thick length that had been pressing on you for a few minutes now. Aching and red—clearly marking an urgency Max required to solve.
He pursed his lips, giving you a playful glare. "Two can play at the game, schat," he retorted, fingers grazing over the curve of your waist. "Wanna tell me about that dream you were having?"
You grinned lightly, moving your hand to his hair, ache between your legs pulsing while a small hiss of relief fell from his lips. "Well, you were there," you vaguely commented, shrugging indifferently.
"Yeah? What was I doing?" Max asked, pressing his lips to the valley of your breasts, blue eyes still watching you carefully. Like he didn't want to miss a second of you.
And apparently neither did his mouth.
"Something a little crazy? Did it involve blindfolds? A whip, perhaps?" He queried yet again, amusement clear on his face.
You huffed, rolling your eyes while you hit his head gently. "You're impossible, Max."
"Well?" Max grinned, resting his cheek on your stomach, peering up at you.
"Nothing crazy," you teased, narrowing your eyes while you returned the same grin. You sighed after a beat. "Just you and me. Loving each other as per usual. Deep and slow," you whispered, shrugging again.
"Why? Wanna make it come true?" You half-joked.
It was silent in your room for a moment. Only the light frequency of the wind swirling by evident as Max stared at you. His gaze was warm and hard. Sure enough, between the millions of words in the world, there were not enough to explain how he felt.
Maybe being away from you had gotten him all sappy.
Or perhaps, the more likely answer—he had always been this sappy for you.
It only took a swift second for Max to lean back up, lips on yours, deeply pressing down as he felt you smile against him. His hand, laden with your precious slick, fell to your jaw, directing all your soft, deep sounds towards his throat. As if he needed to consume them or else.
You only writhed underneath him, friction against the sheets and mattress burning into your skin. But it was nothing like the heat he brought out of you.
The shift of your hips against his hardened length was instinctive, making him groan into your mouth. Still wet and only progressively getting wetter, you burned for the depth of pleasure you had felt moments ago in your dream.
"Max, please," you pleaded, words muffled against his mouth, tongue still half-jammed down your throat.
Maybe some other day Max would tease you. Make you beg for it till you were crying. Tomorrow, perhaps. But right now, he wanted nothing more than to feel you the same way you wanted to feel him.
The nudge of his cock against your soaking folds was absolutely sickening, coating himself in your slick with ease. More than enough to push into you with one, swift move.
You both groaned in unison, messy against one another's mouth. Your fingernails moved to dig into his back as he fully bottomed out, flushed. You swallowed tightly at the feel of his tip pushing deep against the spongy part of you.
Though your lips parted with your ask to move, Max could read your eyes in a heartbeat. His hips lifted with one slow drag, resistant against your tight walls clamping down on him. Your whimpers filled his ears, breaths uneven with every part of you needing more.
There to quell all your desires, he drove back into you, making you choke on your breath.
"Oh fuck," Max groaned reverently, eyes shut, mouth falling between the space near your ear and shoulder.
God, you felt like heaven. You always did. But all this time away from you had made him softer than usual. Desperate.
You pressed your lips haphazardly against his shoulder. "S-So good," you rasped, moving your hand to his head encouragingly. "Feels so good, baby."
It was all Max really needed before falling into a pace that fulfilled all your dreams—the dip of his hips so slow and deep, ensuring you felt every inch of him, trimmed haired tickling your pelvis. The result made the goosebumps on your skin apparent despite the summer heat.
Max lifted his head, needing to look you as he pushed in and out of you. His hand rested on your hip, the other moving to your breast, fondling the ample flesh as his eyes trailed over you. "This how it was?" He queried, breath strained. "Am I doing good for you, schat?"
You whined at his words, nodding emphatically. "So good. The real thing is so much better, hmm?" You mewled, fingers tightening around those light brown locks when he angled his hips a little deeper. "Better than the videos?"
A torn chuckle fell from Max's lips, head shaking incredulously. "So much better," he confirmed without a second thought.
You barely managed a smile, teeth sinking into your bottom lip while the creaks of your bed fill the air. Moans restrained in your throat, your hips lifted for more, greedy for the deep thrust.
It was just like the dream. The snug fit of his cock in your cunt. Angry, swollen tip pressed up against your g-spot, performing a torturous show to bring you closer and closer to the edge. The pace perfect to make you want more and yet have you complacent.
You hummed tightly, brows furrowing at the unfurling heat in your lower stomach. Your previous orgasm had you sensitive, every glide in and out leaving each sensation heightened.
"Ngh—I'm not gonna last," you choked out the admission.
Max grunted in response, feeling your walls clench around him like a vice as though to prove your point. "Me too," he admitted, smoothly beginning up the speed of his hips. "Cum with me, schat."
Your moans felt harmonious in his ears as he moved his hands and brought them to yours, intertwining them with your fingers to bring you closer to him. The cool wind mixed with the heat made you shiver strangely underneath him, coil in your lower stomach becoming closer so snapping once again.
The silence once loud had been eradicated—full of your grunts and the sound of your skin slapping against one another. The smell of fresh air replaced with the musk of sex and pure want.
"M-Max," you warned, struggling with the pleasure being so close against his carefully controlled rhythm.
"Just a little longer, baby," he pleaded, his voice cracked and strained while his fingers tightened around yours. His hips began to speed up even further, drilling into you with an attentive precision, making you feel every single inch of him. "Wanna make you feel so good—ngh. N-Need to make it up to you."
Your cunt tightened around him controllably, burning heat creeping up on your body. "F-Fuck," you cursed shakily, eyes almost prickling with hot tears for no explainable reason except for the pure love you had for Max.
"Oh, my pretty girl," Max murmured, noticing the sparkly sheen almost instantly. He brought his head down to you, swollen lips back on yours while he pushed into you. Gasping against your mouth, each kiss messy and sloppy, he breathed, "That's it. Cum with me, schat. All over my cock, baby."
And like that you had come undone with him.
Both your moans swallowed and echoed into each other as the pleasure took a hold of you, leaving your bodies shaking against one another. Beyond the white stars, all you could see, feel, hear, and taste was Max. Filling every crevice of yours was him. His sweat mixed with yours. Euphorias intertwined together.
You sighed deeply, chest heaving as you both tried to catch your breath. You felt Max's chin tuck into your shoulder, hands not moving away from yours. You swallowed and smiled quietly, pressing a gentle kiss against his skin. "Welcome home, baby."
Max chuckled softly in your ear, not saying anything for the moment. Simply relishing your touch and heartbeat.
And after some time, he lifted his head up to meet your face. "I missed you so much. You have no idea. It was miserable without you," he huffed, lips pursed with a pout.
You smiled quietly, moving your hands of his grasp to hug his waist. "Yeah? Gonna come to Zandvoort, though. And I have you for the break, handsome. You're gonna be sick of me," you joked.
"Hey... you have me always," Max breathed, blue eyes narrowed with twinkling amusement. "And besides, I can never be sick of you. It's literally scientifically impossible."
You raised your brows, beginning to grin. "Oh really? What smart author signed that off? Does he happen to be a four-time World Champion by any chance?"
He pressed his lips together. "Hmm... come on. Let's get cleaned up."
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