↳ Max can’t sleep because he misses you, so you send him something to dream about, but he doesn’t let you off that easily.
⋆ Warning and Kink Tag
↳ Sexting is the act of sending sexual text messages. It often involves sending nude, semi-nude, or suggestive photos. Minors Do Not Interact. NSFW
⋆ Word Count
↳ 1.2K
⋆ Authors Note:
↳ End Of Story.
⋆ Master Lists:
↳ Asficdiary || kinktober '25
You’re laying on your bed with your laptop across from you, a movie you’ve been half watching playing from the speakers. It’s late, later than you normally stay up, you’d put on the movie as a distraction. Sleep hasn't been easy since summer break. Without him. You had put your LED’s, a trend you hadn’t given up since lockdown, to red. It casts your room in a hazy glow. Your phone on your bedside table where it was charging dinged. You questioned ignoring it, chalking it up to probably a useless notification. No one was awake at this time of night, and even then you didn’t feel like talking to anyone.
Yet when you turned back to the movie your stomach twisted and bad thoughts started running through your head. What if it was your best friend and they had been kidnapped, and if someone responded to their message they’d be saved. Or what if it was your little sister asking you to pick her up from a party she had gone to, she was supposed to stay with a friend tonight, but what if she didn’t feel safe? You had told her to always message or call you in those sort of situations.
So you turned over and pulled your phone from the charger. It unlocked with face ID and all the anxiety inducing thoughts melted and disappeared as you saw his name across the screen.
My Champion:
Can’t sleep. Keep thinking of you.
Your lips curve into a smile before you even notice as your thumb hovers over the screen. He was supposed to be asleep hours ago, especially knowing he’s starting on pole during the race later today. Yet he wasn’t, instead he was borders away, in a hotel bed, all alone, thinking of you.
You type a response as your lip slips between your teeth.
You: Shouldn’t you be worrying about your race, Verstappen?
Max: Not as interesting as you.
Max: What are you doing awake anyway?
You wondered if you should tell the truth. Would it make you sound like a clingy girlfriend? Then again, he was thinking of you. Couldn’t sleep because of the thought of you.
You: Haven’t been able to sleep properly since summer break.
Max: So I’m not the only one waking up beside each other? Good to know.
Your breath involuntary hitched at his words and you sighed.
You: You should get some sleep, you have an important race tomorrow.
Max: The thought of you keeps preventing me from doing so.
You: So dream of me
You should go to sleep. Put your phone back on charge, and close your eyes. But you were tiptoeing into dangerous territory, you knew that. And you were sure so did Max, but when he responded your body was set on fire, and you knew sleep was out the window.
Max: Dreaming isn’t enough. I want you here with me.
Your stomach flipped, heat pooling low in your belly. You glanced around your room as if you were being watched. Your eyes land on your mirror facing your bed. You could see yourself, the glow of the Red LEDs, and the way his shirt was slipping slightly off your shoulder. Dangerous territory, you remind yourself. You chewed your lip, thumb hesitating only for a moment. You shouldn’t but the more the idea ran through your mind you rationalized it. Max would never do anything to hurt you and it’s not like it was the first time you’d shared risky photos. So you pushed yourself onto your knees. Lifting the shirt to sit in a way you could see the way the white straps of your underwear lay on your hips. You opened the camera and covered your face before taking a photo.
The flash lit up the room for a second and your stomach twisted. You studied the picture for a second. It was hot, making that heated hum in your stomach unable to ignore.
You: [one attachment]
You: Would this help you sleep?
His reply wasn’t instant, it was slow, so slow it made you start doubting yourself.
Max: Jesus Christ, Lief
Max: That does the opposite of helping.
You exhaled, nerves twisting with something sharper when his typing bubbles came back.
Max: Fuck, I need you in this bed.
Max: The things I’d do to you.
Your thighs pressed together on instinct, the heat spreading, impossible to ignore.
You: Max…..
You: You have a race tomorrow
You were trying to reason with him, he wasn’t here. He wouldn’t be able to fulfil that want that was gnawing inside you.
Max: No, don’t give me that shit.
Max: You started this little game.
Max: I’m going to finish it.
Max: Take off your shirt.
Your breath stuttered, fingers tightening around the phone. You told yourself to be careful, to close the chat, but instead you were already tugging the fabric over your head, letting it fall to the floor.
It was one more photo. Then it would be done. You’d both go to sleep.
At least that’s what you lied to yourself with.
You pull your arm over your chest covering yourself ever so slightly, in a way that you knew would drive him crazy.
The flash goes off once more and your stomach flips as you press send.
You: [One attachment]
You: This one better?
Max: Fucken tease.
The dots blinked again, his reply sharper this time.
Max: I’m going to give you another chance.
Max: Move your arm.
Max: Show me what’s mine.
Your pulse thundered in your ears. He wasn’t here, couldn’t touch you, and still you felt owned by the words on your screen. Your fingers trembled as you typed.
You: You’re bossy when you’re horny, Verstappen.
His answer came before you could even open the camera again.
Max: Don’t make me say it twice.
Max: Take another photo.
Max: Or I’m calling you.
Max: And we both know exactly what I’ll make you do then.
Your thighs clenched, heat flooding you at the thought of his voice in your ear. Maybe that would’ve been easier than this, easier than pulling your arm away and feeling the air against your bare skin.
Still, you adjusted, leaning back slightly, your arm holding you up from the back, so the camera caught everything he wanted, everything he demanded.
You: [One attachment]
You: Happy now, Verstappen?
Again his response was fast, a single world that set your skin alive.
Max: No.
You held your breath as you waited for the current typing bubbles to turn to words. And when they did you almost choked.
Max: Not until those panties are on the floor and your hands are where my mouth should be.
Your fingers froze around the phone. The idea of doing exactly what he wanted, alone, on your bed, for his eyes only, made your stomach coil in a way that left your breath shallow.
You: Max
Max: Don’t “Max” me
Max: I already told you. I’m finishing this
Max: Now am I going to have to repeat myself.
Your pulse throbbed in your temples, and heat pooled between your thighs. Slowly, deliberately, you slid your fingers to the waistband of your thong, teasing yourself just enough to feel the burn he was demanding.
You: No, no you don’t.
⋆ Authors Note:
↳ Welcome to Kinktober my loves,
As a avid reader of Ktober fics yearly, I've always wanted to attempt to participate as a author. And well, this year I said why not? Will I achieve everyday? I can't promise, but I will try my damned hardest. Full Transparency, I've never finished a writing challange in my life. I am also hoping to post my current WIPs at the same time. So, We're going to be very active this month.
I hope you liked this little teaser fic. I'm hoping to slowly transition into heavier kinks as the month goes on, but I can promise you nothing will be dark "Romance" kinky because I'm not that type of writer. Also, I fear FA14 and MV1 will be making multiple appearances in this month.... don't @ me.
Anyways I hop you all enjoy and that you'll join me along for this challenge!!
