Warnings: Thigh kink, thigh grinding, sub!Max, reader has a thigh tattoo, semi-public (private beach), praise kink
Wordcount: 0.7k
Max had no idea why he agreed to go to the beach- Sure, he loved that it was a private beach and that they were entirely alone, but after she had gotten that thigh tattoo, he had just been so obsessed with her thighs.
He couldn't look her way without imagining her tattoo and getting so hard it physically hurt.
As she laid on the beach towel on her back, reading a book, Max was further out in the sand, finding shells, trying so fucking hard not to look at her, imagining himself grinding against her thigh, painting the tattoo with his cum- especially with the way her bikini was hugging her body so perfectly.
"You brought anything to drink?" Max asked softly as he approached her, putting the shells down on the sand close to the towel.
"Of course, I did, baby," She said softly, sitting up to reach into the basket for some water "Here, darling"
He made that stupid mistake of looking at her thigh- He had never gotten hard faster as he drank from the water bottle.
She raised an eyebrow as he whimpered softly as he sat down beside her.
"You okay, baby?" She asked softly, a soft hand on his shoulder, making him shiver slightly, almost his whole body turning a deep red.
He hummed softly, playing with the label on the bottle "No, there's something wrong. What is it?" She caressed his shoulder softly.
"Your thigh tattoo makes me so hard when I look at it," Max' words were rushed out and mumbled as he hid his face in his hands.
She widened her eyes slightly "What? Your words aren't making sense, liefje," She chuckled, watching as his body got redder from the embarrassment.
Max breathed deeply, trying to gather himself "Your thigh tattoo makes me so hard when I look at it," He said more clearly, his hands still covering his face.
She smiled softly "So you're hard, that's the problem?" She asked, removing Max's hands from his face, forcing him to look at her.
He whimpered softly before he nodded slightly, subconsciously leaning in further, trying to get closer to her.
"Why didn't you just say so, darling?" She chuckled softly, pulling Max into her lap, causing him to yelp softly.
"'M embarrassed," He mumbled, gasping slightly as she placed him onto her thigh, seating him on top of the tattoo, Max's hands on her shoulders, her own on his hips.
"Why? It's hot thinking about you getting hard because of me," She said, biting her lip softly, guiding Max to slowly move against her.
"No- no. Baby, please. Not here," Max whimpered softly, trying to keep back a moan.
"Why not? A private beach with no people around for a couple of hundred miles," She said softly, moving his hips faster, making him moan softly- shutting his lips tight immediately.
"I-I just don't… Public," He whined, closing his eyes, hands tightening around her shoulders, his back arched slightly.
"It's not public, baby," She chuckled, her hands a little rougher on his hips, moving him a little faster finally breaking his moans free as he placed his head in the crook of her neck.
"That's it, liefje," She chuckled, feeling Max starting to guide himself, her hands now useless as she softened them around him.
"P-please," He whispered between his moans, arms around her shoulders, drawing himself closer to her, chest against chest as he moved on his own.
"What, Schatz? What are you asking for?" She asked teasingly, her nails ghosting up and down Max's back.
"'M close. Can I come? Need to come- close," Max panted heavily, his hips stuttering slightly as he neared his orgasm, thrusts getting sloppy.
"Yes, baby," She smiled softly, kissing up and down Max's shoulder and neck.
Max moaned loudly as he came, his body shaking violently as his nails dug into her back, his swimming shorts quickly getting wet from his cum.
"You're so good for me, baby," She praised, Max's body flushing even deeper if that was even possible at this point as he slowly came down from his high.
She lifted his head, kissing Max softly, making him whimper softly "Can we go back? I need to shower," He panted heavily.
"Of course, baby," She smiled softly "And I'll even join- I'll take good care of you"
He nodded softly, quickly getting up on wobbly knees, and packing the stuff so they could go back to the house quicker.
HI CAN YOU PLEASE WRITE A FULL FIC ON THE VERSTAPPEN GOOD BOY TEXTS PLEASEEE
Good Boy
MV1 X GN!reader
Summary: max verstappen with a praise kink that's it that's the fic
Warnings: suggestive
Inspired by these texts
It started as a joke, really, when you said "you're such a good boy" to Max for the first time.
What shocked you was his reaction to it— the Dutchman, blunt as ever, replied, "I want to hear that in your actual voice, not through texts."
So here you were, with Max's head in your lap, petting him like he does to the cats. A soft sigh left his half-open mouth. You couldn't help but think of it as the perfect opportunity to try out what could be an amazing new addition to your sex lives.
As Max was coming close to the end of his ramble about the day's race, you ran your fingers through his hair and spoke softly, "You did so good today, baby. I'm so proud of you."
It was barely the starting, just typical praise you would always give him after a race, but his reaction was always so adorable you couldn't help but melt. Featherlight pink dusted his cheeks. "Mhm," he replied, lips pressed together in a small smile.
"Such a good boy, always making me so proud."
Heat rushed to his cheeks, cherry red now, as he struggled to keep a straight face. "Thank you, schatje."
You resumed patting his head, cooing softly, "You like that, baby? Like when I call you a good boy?"
Max was looking up at you with sultry eyes and his pupils blown wide. "Yeah," he whispered.
"Then why don't you get on your knees and give me a good reason to call you that, hm?" Max moved instantly, on his knees in front of you in what seemed to be 2 seconds at most. "You know what to do, right, pretty boy?"
He nodded, lips parted as his chest heaved for oxygen. He looked a little dizzy, pupils blown out and blushing down to his chest, and you were loving the effect the simple words had on him.
"Words, baby."
He swallowed dryly, his breath on your thigh. "Yes, schatje, please. Let me please you."
You decided to tease him a while longer, cupping his chin with one hand. "And why should Iet you do that, baby?"
His fingers toyed with the waistband of your sweatpants. "Because I wan— I wanna be a good boy. For you."
You lifted you hips, letting him take your pants off. "Oh, you already are, Max...
So, tiny request, if Maxcar is ok? But baby dom!Oscar figuring out what it means to be in control? Maybe he’s had a long day and Max sees it and decides he needs to do something about it???
yay for more requests! you summon me, so here I am once again. (ALso, any ship is okay, the more the merrier or whatever)
3.4k words, Explicit, first time dom!Oscar-ish/sub!Max. Not betaed, straight from the docs as usual, feel free to point out any typo/mistake. Will post on Ao3 laterz!
He’s glaring at a chip in the wall when he feels it.
The heavy weight of someone staring at him.
Oscar looks around from where he is on the couch he’s claimed in the deserted lounge of an old hospitality room, trying to find the source of the disturbance, brows furrowed.
His eyes catch Max’s easily enough.
The driver hasn’t even stepped into the room, standing just outside of it, still in his racing suit, which hangs open, pooling low at his waist, showing off the white fireproofs he wears. His eyes are fixed on him, unmoving, no particular emotion showing on his face except for the typical neutral scowl Oscar has grown used to.
Oscar had already been irritated on his own, but the unwanted attention just when he’d come here to be alone makes an irrational burst of anger rise in his chest, one that feels like a burn from how sharp it is. A muscle in his jaw twitches. His lips twist in anger as he straightens to stare right back at the Dutchman.
“What do you want?” he calls, voice loud, but strained from lack of use over the past hour.
Through the glass walls between them, Oscar notices Max doesn’t react, even when he knows his voice has been loud enough for him to hear.
The lack of response, whether verbal or physical, makes him fume even more, makes the twist in his chest more vicious. He’s about to snap, say something again, curses on the tip of his tongue, when Max finally moves.
He steps forward, hand rising to push at the handle of the glass door through which they’ve been eyeing one another. He doesn’t stop there, moving closer and closer until he’s standing at the foot of the couch Oscar lies on. Oscar feels his anger waver the closer the man gets, the proximity forcing him back into silence.
Max’s presence carries with it the scent known to cling to them after they’ve been in the car, a mix of burnt rubber and fuel. Oscar’s heard drivers complain of it, yet it’s always been comforting to him, cathartic, and somehow, despite his annoyance, it settles something in him where he’s sprawled.
But Max comes with more than a scent. He has an aura to him. Oscar had noticed it from the moment he’d finally stepped into F1– even earlier, watching the man win through his early seasons. It’s something that makes heads turn when he walks into a room, voices die down, something that compels respect but isn’t authority, a delicate thing that is so very distinctive to him.
Oscar has felt it before, of course, plenty, through the past few years, but somehow, it’s even more pronounced here when it’s just the two of them. They aren’t face-to-face that often, with no other driver to buffer the weight of Max’s presence. It takes a few seconds for Oscar to adjust to it, shifting his weight on the couch while Max comes to a stop and stills completely, not a muscle moving.
He has to force himself not to shift or squirm under Max’s impenetrable gaze. They stare for a moment- Oscar feels like he’s holding his breath through the stretch of silence.
“You’re not with your team,” Max is the one to break it. His voice is surprisingly soft. He tilts his head, breaking their eye contact, gaze drawn lower to take in Oscar’s own racing suit, still zipped up to his throat.
Oscar gives a shake of his head, looking away. His shoulders have sagged from hearing that there’s no anger in Max’s voice, unlike there had been in his own. It would have been justified if there had been, Oscar finds himself thinking, what with the morning they’ve had. He slowly leans back on the couch again from where he’d tensed up, his gaze drifting back to the chip in the wall.
“No, obviously not,” he answers with a slight shrug.
His avoidance of eye contact doesn’t seem to bother Max, who takes a moment to look around, at the chairs scattered around the room, the empty desk set in a corner. Distantly, Oscar wonders if Max has come here before. But he supposes the older driver has seen it all, even this unused part of the hospitality quarters, rarely given to teams. Especially this early in the season: they’re only testing and the teams aren’t complete just yet, kept only to the staff strictly required around the car. Oscar still supposes it must be used at times in races, for it does look like it has been used at some point, the coat of dust thin enough over the furniture. He simply hasn’t been adventurous enough to walk here before.
But he was today, seeking calm and quiet, craving solitude after the very first practice run on track.
When he looks back at Max, the man’s eyes have settled on him again, their gazes meeting. Oscar sighs, irritation rising once again- this is the opposite of the peace he’d sought here.
“What do you want?” he repeats, though there’s less anger this time. He only sounds tired, even to his own ears.
If he notices, Max doesn’t show it. He shrugs, hands falling to his hips, fingers catching at the seams of his racing suit.
“I saw you walk in here earlier,” he says, voice as neutral as his face is.
“And?”
“I don’t know. I thought I’d check on you.”
Oscar sighs. Though a part of him wants to be, he isn’t angry anymore. What had burst so very suddenly just moments earlier has deflated- and what little is left in him isn’t directed towards Max. That much he’s sure of, at least, especially when the older driver is intent on being nice to him. He holds his gaze for a moment, quiet, trying to find his words.
“I’m fine,” he offers finally- which feels poor, and sounds like the lie it is.
Max is kind enough not to call his bluff out loud, but the brow he raises is enough for Oscar to know he’s not believing the words, seeing right through them.
“You cut my corner,” the Dutchman says after a beat, giving a slight shake of his head. Still, there’s no anger in the words like Oscar could’ve expected. “And then ten laps later, you blocked me off getting out of the garage. We could’ve crashed.”
“We didn’t. You braked.”
“I almost didn’t. I usually don’t, you got lucky. Crashing in testing is trouble.” Max’s lips flatten to a twisted, displeased line at last.
Oscar forces himself not to look away again, keeping himself anchored in the blue of Max’s eyes despite how his cheeks flame. “Fine. I’m sorry. There- Is that what you wanted to hear then?”
“No. Why would you apologize?”
Oscar’s lips part, the frown that has been pulling at his brow deepening. He’d thought this was what Max would’ve wanted from him, apologies for this morning.
“I don’t know,” he mutters eventually.
Max gives a noncommittal hum, shoulders rising in a vague movement. “Stop apologizing then. Explain,” he requests- as if it’s simple.
Shaking his head, Oscar groans, struggling to find his words again. Max is not making it easy for him- the apologies would’ve been less troublesome. Reaching to cover his eyes, he lets his head tip back into the fabric of the couch, jaw clenching as he tries to find what to say- and he knows what to say, there is an explanation for his behavior. But he’s too frustrated for the words to get through.
“I was angry,” he says, finally, in a quiet admission. It’s the truth, condensed as it is, encompassing all he cannot articulate enough, and he suspects Max isn’t expecting much more.
When Oscar looks up, fingers sliding from his eyes to his hair, pushing back the strands falling to his forehead from how long they’ve grown through the break, Max gives a short, approving nod, as though he’d expected this to be the explanation.
“At your team. What were they telling you?”
“To go slower. To hold back. To stop asking questions about the car.”
“Thought so,” Max hums. He stares for a moment more before he steps closer. Oscar stares warily, eyes narrowing. “You know, the more you listen, the more you comply, the less you’ll have for yourself.”
“Easy for you to say.”
“Make it easy too, then,” Max shrugs again. “Take control.”
His knees are close to the edge of the couch Oscar lies on, close to Oscar’s hips. He can’t help but frown as he looks up at the Dutchman, noticing Max’s eyes aren’t on his anymore. They’ve slid down lower, moving down his chest, his hips, his thighs in a slow drag.
Oscar feels a spark shoot low in his gut at the darkness that’s grown through usually vibrant blue, now hidden beneath long lashes.
“What are you doing?” he asks when Max moves, one hand leaving his hip to reach forward, towards Oscar’s thigh. Fingers brush in the crook of his tracksuit, slowly inching higher, to finally press over his crotch, which had seemed to be their destination from the way they pause there.
It makes Oscar jolt, gaze snapping from Max’s hand back to his face, searching. But the older man only has a brow raised, his touch stilling, the warmth and weight of the contact noticeable even through the fireproofs, and the thick fabric of the suit. Stop me, the look he gets says.
Oscar, though still confused, doesn’t. He says nothing, doesn’t recoil, even as the muscles at his thigh twitch where Max’s fingers are paused. Max takes it as the ascent it is.
His hand moves, firmer now, not just a light graze of fingertips. His gaze flicks from Oscar’s eyes to where his own palm lies. There’s determination in the way his fingers span out, before they squeeze.
Oscar sucks in a breath, body tensing, his legs reflexively closing- But Max doesn’t let up. He kneads at the tent slowly forming under the fabric. When he looks up again, Oscar feels his cheeks warm at the hunger he sees in Max’s eyes, more discernible now- That’s what the darkness had been, that’s what mars the blue of them.
Max’s free hand moves, though it doesn’t join the other, and instead lands higher until deft fingers catch at the zipper of Oscar’s suit, brushing his chin. It gets pulled down quickly when Oscar doesn’t reach out to stop the movement, the sound loud in the empty space around them.
Max doesn’t stop there. The hand that had been at his crotch moves up, joining the other. He pushes the fabric at Oscar’s shoulder until he straightens on the couch, quietly pushing for it to be taken off, until Oscar himself reaches to tug at the sleeves himself to take them off his arms.
“Okay, okay,” he mutters from how pushy Max is despite the lack of words.
But he does nothing to stop the movement, on the contrary, fingers rushing to tug at the orange fabric. Soon enough, his suit pools low at his hips, the sleeves falling limp over his thighs. His cock has grown hard, pushing at the fabric of the regulation-approved underwear still covering it.
It’s only a matter of seconds before Max’s fingers return low, where they had been, grazing first at the exposed strip of skin between his top and the waistband of his boxers, before they close at the edge of them, tugging down. Oscar lifts his hips enough for them to be pushed down, enough his cock springs free. He forces himself to quiet down a gasp, afraid it would be too loud, echo around them, knowing it would make him blush even more- and he can feel just how hot his cheeks have grown already from Max’s touch.
For a moment, nothing happens. Max is taking him in, eyes trailing down Oscar’s body, before zeroing in on his cock where it stands proudly at attention. He’s still on his feet, though bent to stay close, hands curled in the fabric at Oscar’s thighs where it’s just been rucked down.
When Max sets in motion again, Oscar doesn’t expect it to be for him to drop to his knees, pressing himself to the edge of the couch, though he supposes it’s only the next step to this, to what’s going on between them.
The eye contact that follows feels electric, making Oscar’s fingers clench around nothing where his hands have dropped back to the couch, lips parting around a hitched breath.
“You’re in control,” Max says, voice low, its usual rasp more pronounced now. Oscar swallows roughly.
Is he?
“You are.” Max seems to read his mind. “You’re in control.”
“Right,”
“Stop thinking. Do it. Take what you want.”
For a moment, Oscar’s mind blanks.
It takes a squeeze to his thigh from Max’s fingers to get him to focus again, move again.
He takes a deep breath.
His hand moves then, though still a little hesitant, reaching the back of Max’s head. His hair has grown through the break, too, making it easy to hold onto the strands at the nape of his neck, something for which he gives Oscar an approving nod.
It gets easier to tug him closer. Oscar watches how Max’s eyes flutter closed as his lips finally wrap around the head of his cock.
“Fuck,” he curses quietly, hips twitching.
Max sucks around the tip, tongue swirling for a few seconds, pressing over the slit, which makes Oscar’s body seize, before his tongue stills, falls immobile, as the rest of Max is, pressed against the couch.
It makes Oscar frown for a second before his brain finally snaps the pieces together.
I’m in control, he thinks.
He guides Max to take more of him, groaning at how easily his cock slides down the man’s throat, and gets an approving hum in return, muffled as it is. Oscar gasps, the vibration it sends around him reverberating, making more heat pool low in his gut.
It takes a moment for him to feel comfortable enough to let go of the restraint with which he’s handled this until now. But somehow, seeing Max responding without resistance, seeing the blissfulness smoothing his brow, it makes his instinct take over. This isn’t just for him, Oscar realizes. Max is finding something to it, too.
I’m in control, he thinks again, more confidently this time. His fingers tighten at the back of Max’s head, his thighs spreading to accommodate. Wanting to experiment, feel around for limits, he rolls his hips until he hits the back of Max’s throat and gets a choked groan in return. But Max gives no sign he’ll pull back, fingers still curled in the fabric at Oscar’s hips groundingly, eyes shut, brow lax.
It gets easier after that to fuck Max’s mouth, once he realizes the man won’t break, realizes he wants this.
Torn between the urge to close his eyes and tip his head back, and the need to watch the way Max’s lips wrap around him obscenely, Oscar props himself on an elbow, groaning as his cock pushes deeper briefly- Max stays where he is, unmoving. His eyes have opened, though they’re heavy-lidded. He looks focused as always, almost like he does on track- Oscar can’t help a groan as their gazes meet, his hips bucking up.
There’s something in Max’s eyes that catches his attention. Something a little distant, that he hasn’t seen before, struggles to name.
But it’s hard to focus on it when his body seeks release.
All in all, it doesn’t take long for pleasure to become overwhelming. The day has already worked his body hard- The return to the car, the adrenaline, the anger. Oscar feels it all pooling low in his gut, and he grunts, rocking into Max’s mouth.
He barely hesitates before he pulls until the man’s lips are flush to the base of him, pressed to the patch of hair at his navel as he tenses and, after a choked gasp, starts coming.
Max doesn’t flinch. He breathes steadily through his nose, eyes shut. Oscar struggles to watch, his own eyes barely open, even if he wants to, only catching brief glimpses as Max swallows around him, throat working to take both his length and the spurts coming from it.
Oscar doesn’t relent on his grip until his body goes slack, until he falls back into the couch, the waves over, pleasure washing away all the negativity of the morning as he sighs heavily. Only then do his fingers relax on Max’s hair, staying there but slackening their grip. Max slowly pulls back from his cock, drawing ragged breaths.
Cheeks flushing at the sight, Oscar instinctively licks his lips upon noticing the spit at the corner of Max’s mouth, down his chin, mixing in with his spent.
“Fuck,” he says once more, voice shaky.
That gets Max’s eyes back on him.
He’s still catching his breath, but he gives a nod, a quiet acknowledgement to the curse, just as he reaches to wipe at his face with the sleeve of his fireproofs. It would be gross if it weren’t so hot. Oscar can’t help but think Max will be back in his car for the rest of the day, with traces of him, of this, still on his sleeve.
It makes his cock twitch where it lies on his hip, softening, still wet from Max’s spit. But the champion pays it no mind and slowly rises to his feet again. Oscar’s hand falls from where it had still been at the back of Max’s head, falling to his lap.
There’s an obvious tent at the crotch of Max’s suit, Oscar notices, eyes catching on the shape of it.
He stares, though Max doesn’t look like he cares. He’s pulled his arm to his chest, tugging up his sleeve to look at his watch, as if nothing has happened between them. It only catches his attention when Oscar’s fingers tentatively brush his clothed erection.
Gentle fingers are quick to wrap around his wrist then, tugging his hand away.
“Don’t,” Max says. His voice is firm, though still gentle, rough from what he’s done, throat probably sensitive.
Oscar frowns, staring up at him in confusion. Max gently squeezes at his wrist before he lets go, shaking his head.
“This isn’t about me. I should head back, anyway,” he says, already pulling away.
“Right. Right- Yeah,” Oscar mutters, straightening on the couch, as Max steps back.
They readjust their clothes at the same time, Oscar to cover himself up, tucking his softening cock back, pulling his suit over his hips again, and Max to push the hard line of his cock, trying to conceal it.
“Are you sure?” Oscar still asks as he sits up, boots hitting the ground from where they’d been propped up on the couch.
“Positive,” Max nods.
His eyes drag over Oscar, fleeting over the soft strands of hair that have fallen to his forehead again, his flushed cheeks, the color spreading down to his throat and disappearing under the dark fabric of his fireproof, then lower to his still heaving chest.
He steps close again, this time angled towards the door, ready to depart, only pausing by Oscar’s head briefly. His hand comes up, knuckles brushing at his chin to make him look up. His sleeve is still wet, Oscar notices now that it’s close, as his gaze grazes the fabric before shifting up to Max’s face.
Their eyes meet again, and Oscar knows before Max says what’s on his mind.
“I’m in control,” he’s the one to say.
He gets an approving nod, the smirk on Max’s face satisfied as he steps away, towards the door.
“See you on track,” he calls before he’s gone.
Oscar watches through the glass panels as the shape of him disappears, and he sighs as he gets back to his own feet, dragging his suit over his shoulders again. He should probably get going, too. The day isn’t over, they still have a full afternoon of testing.
Somehow, he feels more confident when he walks out of the place, head held a little higher.
At the end of the day, Oscar’s best lap time is in the top 5.
The afternoon’s session has run through smoothly, his mood improving with every lap spent on track, every exchange in which he manages to advocate for himself.
When they run into each other again between garages, Max winks at him in passing. Oscar’s eyes automatically fall to the sleeve of his fireproofs, exposed now that his suit is open, pushed down to his hips again. It’s hard not to smile at the faint stain he sees at the wrist.
Max knows he shouldn't, but he knew how good Charles' lips both felt and tasted. Just one kiss wouldn't hurt, right?
He leaned over to kiss Charles softly after he had buckled his seatbelt. He knew he should pull back again, but it felt so good, especially when Charles kissed him back.
They had a rule, but both Charles and Max were rule breakers. Besides, the adrenaline of getting caught, getting photographed, and sharing with the public was to die for.
"Max, stop it. I'm getting hard," Charles whined, pushing Max away slightly, but he didn't stop his eyes from lingering on his lips, "And she'll get mad"
"Isn't it just a little bit exciting, hm?" Max asked softly, biting his bottom lip as his eyes were on Charles' lips.
Charles sighed, "You know it is, but you also know how she gets when she's mad," It was Max's turn to sigh softly, leaning back into his seat.
"Let's just hope no one saw us and took pictures," Max said, squeezing Charles' thigh softly as they slowly started driving again.
When they got home, it was late. They had purposely tried staying out as long as they could, hoping she was asleep by the time.
"Did you purposely stay out late?" She asked, looking up from her book once they entered the bedroom.
"No," They both said in sync, causing her to sigh.
"I thought I made the rules very clear," She said as she closed the book and put it on the bedside table.
"You did," Charles said softly, his head hanging slightly.
"So, tell me why I've just seen a picture of the two of you kissing," They both kept quiet "Who initiated it?" They kept quiet again, "I'm putting a sex ban up if you don't tell me"
"Max did," Charles quickly said after her words.
Max turned his head sharply to look annoyed at Charles. He regretted turning his head back to her the moment he saw her sharp eyes, "Yes, I did," He quickly confessed.
"Get naked. Both of you," She said as she stood up from the bed, "Charles, by the headboard"
They both quickly got naked, Charles sitting up against the headboard, Max sitting on his knees between Charles's legs, back turned against him.
"Take the lube," She said towards Charles, who just looked at her with wide eyes.
"Y-you want me to do it?" Charles stuttered slightly. She knew he hated it, he usually took rather than gave.
"You kissed him back, didn't you?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.
He nodded softly, reaching for the drawer in the bedside table, taking the lube bottle out.
Max leaned forward, positioning himself for Charles as she softly sat on the edge of the bed in front of the Dutchman, his eyes droopy as he looked up at her, Charles opening the bottle.
Charles' hand shook slightly as he tried warming the lube up between his fingers, pressing them against Max's hole softly, smearing it around his rim to relax him.
She knew this would torture them both. Charles wasn't experienced in fingering- he'd be tortured by him not pleasing Max enough, and Max would get tortured because he didn't get enough pleasure.
Max moaned softly as Charles slowly pushed his finger into him, his back arching slightly.
Charles slowly started moving his finger, Max hiding his face in the crook of his arm, Charles' free hand on Max's hip, just so he had something to hold onto.
"Look at me," She said, tugging at Max's hair to make him look up at her, a whine coming from his lips.
Charles softly pushed a second finger into Max, giving him time to adjust before slowly moving his fingers again.
"You know why I'm doing this, right?" She asked softly, her hand tight in his hair.
Max whimpered, unsuccessfully getting words out, settling with a soft nod "Good. So you're not as stupid as you look right now," She sighed as Charles slowly pulled his fingers out, having stretched Max out enough.
"Turn around," She said as she let go of Max's hair, standing up from the bed and walked over to the closet.
She walked back with the strap on her hands, pulling Max back by his throat softly as he was kissing Charles.
"Did I say you could kiss, hm?" She asked, pulling Max down the bed so he was leveled with Charles' dick.
"No. I'm sorry," Max apologised, whimpering as she let go of his throat.
"That's what I thought," She said, putting the strap-on on tortuously slow, both men whining at how slow she was.
She got back onto the bed on her knees, pulling Max's hips up into the air. She retrieved the lube bottle from the bed, pouring some onto her hand, smearing it all over the dildo.
One of her hands was on Max's hip, the other around the base of the dildo, slowly guiding herself into him, pushing soft and slow, giving him time to adjust along the way.
Max moaned softly once she had pushed all the way in, his forehead resting against Charles' thigh.
She slowly began moving as he had adjusted, her hand in his hair, moving his head to hover over Charles "Come on, baby. I know you can multitask"
He slowly slid his mouth down onto Charles's dick, humming at the taste, drawing a soft moan out of the Monogasque.
She slid her hand out of Max's hair and back down to his hip, making space for Charles' hand.
Charles slowly moved Max's head by himself while she sped up her hips slightly. Her motions drew out soft sounds from Max, making them go through all of Charles' body, making him moan softly.
She raised her hand, spanking Max softly, causing him to let out a yelp, mumbled around Charles' dick in his mouth.
Charles started moaning louder as he bucked his hips up into Max's mouth, moving him faster, indicating he was close.
She slapped Charles' hand, removing Max's mouth off of him. Charles whined at the loss of warmth from Max's mouth and his orgasm being denied.
"I think you're forgetting you're getting punished too, Charles," She panted softly, her hips snapping faster against Max's, now free to moan as he wanted, and he did not disappoint.
Max let out a string of slurred curses, both in English and Dutch, his hands gripping tightly at Charles' thighs.
"I'm sorry, just… Please, let me come," Charles whined in a beg, his hips twitching slightly.
"When you're asking so nicely," She nodded, let him take over again, not even caring it was too easy to just beg, but he didn't think about it twice.
He immediately moved Max's head fast again, moving his hips up into his mouth, meeting him half-way.
She moved her hips faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room along with Charles' desperate moans.
It didn't take long for Charles to come without warning, filling Max's mouth with his cum.
She put one of her hands back into Max's hair, pulling him off to let him swallow "Keep going," Charles whined as Max's mouth wrapped around him again "Isn't that what you wanted, baby? I'm just giving you what you asked for," She chuckled sarcastically.
"Please. Too much," Charles whined as the overstimulation quickly took over, barely letting himself get soft before he got hard again, her hand moving Max's head at the same speed as her hips went.
She snaked her free hand in front of Max, wrapping her hand around his neglected dick, stroking him slowly.
Charles quickly came again, the oversimulation too much for him, his whole body shaking slightly as his hands fisted in the sheets beneath him, hips bucking up into Max's mouth, filling him once again.
She pulled dMax's mouth off of him, not forcing him to go back again after he swallowed, thinking Charles had gotten what he deserved.
The hand that was previously in Max's hair was now on his ass, spanking him repeatedly. Not hard, but enough to leave imprints of her hand.
The feeling of her fast hips and her hand around his dick, added with her spanking made Max's moans impossibly loud, and pulled him close to his orgasm, pre-cum leaking from him and onto her hand as well as the already white sheets.
The pleas he tried letting out were drowned in his sounds as he settled for coming without warning, covering her hand and sheets as his body shook rapidly, legs and arms almost giving out if she hadn't held him up.
She gradually slowed her hips down, slowly helping him down from his high before eventually pulling out of him entirely, leaving him feeling empty as he laid in his own cum, head restinf on Charles' sweaty thigh.
She pulled the strap-on off and left it on the floor before she went to the bathroom, coming back with a cloth to clean both of them up, making sure to be careful not to hurt either of them.
"And what did we learn from today, hm?" She asked softly, kissing Max's forehead, as he was spooned by Charles under the now clean sheets.
"Don't kiss in public and get caught," He mumbled, pressing himself back into Charles' chest as she went under the sheets as well, moving herself closer to the two whom was already close to falling asleep.
Warnings: Unprotected sex, sub!Max, Reader's protraited as a bit of a whore, mention of BDSM, fwb, slight overstimulation
Wordcount: 1k
It wasn't something Max usually did, but after the first time they hooked up, he looked through her room while she was in the bathroom.
He found a small black notebook under her bed. He knew he shouldn't have looked, but part of him was glad that he did, even if he was disappointed in all the names there were.
It was a list of all her previous lovers and what she had done with them. Although he only had time to read the first page, he got the idea.
It ranged from casual vanilla sex to full-blown BDSM.
He shouldn't have looked, but there was something special about her that made him want to keep her. The notebook should've been a sign that he should've just kept it to that one hookup, but he was intrigued now, wanting to know what she was capable of.
He put the notebook back under the bed once he heard the toilet flush and acted as if nothing happened. He always managed to get back into her bed and look through the notebook again. It wasn't hard to do so. There must've been something about him as well.
During one of their hookups, he sat in her bed with the notebook in hand, his mind so focused on the words that he didn't hear her. The words on the paper did something to him.
It's not like he was into BDSM, but knowing that she was capable of that, made him way too hard for it to be called a 'casual boner'.
She sighed softly as she got back into the room from the bathroom and saw Max with the book in his hands.
She got onto the bed, mouthing along Max's jaw as she took the book from his hands, closing it and putting it on the nightstand.
"There's a lot of names," Max breathed heavily, arching his neck slightly as she kissed down his skin.
"None of them matter to me except for you," She hummed, moving them around so Max was lying down on his back and she was straddling his hips.
"My name's in there?" He asked with a slight stutter, feeling her lips trail down his neck.
"Of course. You can read it if you want- later though," She said, taking his hand away from the nightstand where he immediately tried to reach "Want to have fun with you again first," She chuckled.
"I'm still worn out from the first time," He mumbled as she pulled his shirt off his body.
"Maybe, but you're hard again," She smirked softly, working her way down his body to pull down his sweats as well and his boxers, throwing them to the floor yet again.
"Kind of your fault," He breathed heavily as she kissed up his thighs to his hip bone.
"You're complaining?" She chuckled, leaning back to pull off her shirt, throwing it into the pile again, her chest exposed as she only wore her panties.
He shook his head slightly, knowing he would be able to get proper words out even if he tried.
"Hm, thought so," She hummed, kicking off her panties as well before he straddled Max's thighs, spitting in her hand before stroking him slowly, getting him fully hard again.
Max whimpered and whined as she slowly moved her hand, her thumb ghosting over his slit once in a while.
"Please," He moaned softly, bucking his hips up into her hand, trying to get her to go faster.
"When you're asking so nicely," She smirked softly, lifting her hips before slowly guiding herself down on him, both moaning softly.
"Fuck- good," He panted, fingers twitching against her hips as she slowly started moving.
"Yeah? Feels good, baby?" She breathed heavily, her hands on Max's chest, her hips speeding up slightly.
"Mhm. So good," He managed to get out between his moans as she slowly started bouncing on him.
It didn't take long for Max to start twitching inside of her, pre-cum starting to flow out of him.
"Please. Close," He moaned, hips bucking up against hers as she leaned back, hands on his shins.
"Mh. I can feel that," She moaned, feeling her walls clench down around him, adding to his pleasure.
"Please," He whined, back arched sharply, eyes closed shut tightly while his moans were loud.
"I'm not stopping you, baby. You can come," She managed to chuckle out between her moans.
It didn't take long for Max to come as he held her hips down against his.
She leaned back forward, moving herself again, her fingers pressed against her clit, getting herself impossibly close to her orgasm.
Max whimpered as he felt her walls clench down around him, making him slightly overstimulated, both from him having come twice already, and the sensitivity from having just come.
"Just a little longer, love," She moaned, her eyes shut softly, hips suttering slightly as she was close.
She moaned his name in a lewd prayer, her body shaking as she came, walls squeezing hard around him, making a high-pitched whine from him.
—
They showered before they got back into the bed, Max cuddled up into her side as he reached for the notebook still placed on the nightstand.
He was tired, exhausted even, but he forced his eyes open as he searched for his name. It was all the way in the back, the last name she had written down. She hadn't slept with anyone else since the first time they had hooked up.
She had written all the good things about him, and things she wanted and succeeded to 'fix' about his experience.
"This is what you think of me?" He asked softly, suddenly wide awake as he read the words.
"Mhm," She hummed, turning the page for him, showing where she had written what she wanted to try. Nothing major that she knew he didn't like or didn't want to try, but something she thought he wanted to try.
"We can try all this at some point," He mumbled, placing the book back onto the nightstand, curling further into her side, head on her chest as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
She stood in the kitchen preparing lunch for her boyfriend. It was simple, just a sandwich
“Here. Eat” She held out the plate, but he didn’t take it
“Babe, I’m streaming. I can’t” He said not looking up at her but focused on the game
“I don’t care. You haven’t eaten all day” She looked at her watch seeing the time was almost 2pm
“Babe…” She sat the plate down on his desk in front of him “I-“
“The plate better be empty in half an hour” She said leaning down to place a soft kiss to the exposed skin on his neck “Okay?”
“Mhm” He whimpered soft
“Goede jongen” Good Boy. She said as she caressed his cheek before leaving, but not without noticing the light blush on his face and down his neck
“I hate you” He said, wrapping his hands around her body from behind as she stood and prepared the dinner
“And why’s that?” She chuckled, feeling his arms tighten around her and hid his face in the crook of her neck
“You made me get a boner on stream” He mumbled, sending the vibrations all through her body
“I know. I noticed, and I can feel it too” She tried getting out of his grip to get over to the stove, but he just kept still “Babe, I gotta get over to the stove”
He still had his arms around her as they walked over to the stove
“Please” He whimpered, one of his hands trailing down to the waistband of her shorts “I need you” His hands disappeared into her shorts
He started placing opened mouthed kisses on her neck as he circled her clit softly through her panties
“Baby- Fuck… The food…” She sighed, feeling him apply more pressure
“Can wait. Or just forget about it. I’ll be satisfied just eating you” He pushed her panties aside, resuming his actions again
“Okay. Okay, okay” She turned the stove off, pulling his hand out of her shorts and pulled him towards their bedroom
They had barely gotten the door closed before his lips were all over hers. The kiss was messy and wet
He guided her over to the bed, pushing her gently down on it
His hands worked on her shorts as his lips went over her jaw and down to her neck
He finally got her shorts off as well as her soaked panties. They were carelessly thrown to the ground as he pulled her shirt over her head
He kissed down her chest, between her breasts, and down to her lower stomach
He skipped the place she needed him the most
“You wanted this, Max. You’re only teasing yourself” She said, threading her fingers through his hair
“Sure about that?” He asked, looking up at her as he kissed closer and closer to her cunt
“I can just leave and finish the dinner” She scrambled to get off the bed, but he pulled her back
“God, I hate you” He said before drawing his tongue through her wet folds earning him a whimper from her
“And yet your eating me out” She chuckled breathy as he flicked her clit with his tongue
“Rather you than dinner” He drew his hand away from her hip and down to her cunt
He teased her before slowly pushing two of his fingers inside her. He curled them, hitting the spot inside her that made her see stars, earning a scream like moan
“Fuck, right there. Don’t stop, baby” She felt him smirk as he drove back to lick at her clit
“Fuck, yes. Doing so good for me” She praised tugging softly at his hair “Don’t fucking stop” Her thighs were starting to shake
He chuckled at this, knowing she was close to her orgasm. Her grip tightened in his hair, making him whimper in pain
Her back arched off the bed, head rolled back, eyes rolled into the back of her head behind closed eyelids
“Fuck, baby. Gonna come” It was the only warning she gave before coming around his fingers as her whole body shook rapidly
He rode out her orgasm before pulling out and away from her. She chuckled, seeing his face all glistered on-top of a deep blush
“Get up here and let me take care of you” He hurried up from the bed, and out of his clothes
He got on the bed beside her, pulling her into his lap. She leaned down to kiss at his neck as she lined him up with her entrance
They both moaned as moved down onto him. Her movements was stilled, allowing herself to adjust to his size
His eyes were shut closed as his head was rolled back, exposing his neck, which she took the opportunity to attack it with her lips, leaving marks all over
She soothed her tongue over the marks as she started moving, making his grip on her hips rougher, his nails digging into her skin, leaving moon like marks
“Fuck, please… Feels so good. Faster, please. More” His words were slurred as he looked up are her through glassy ayes and clammy lashes
“I’m usually the one to ask for more” She chuckles, but speeds up anyways, holding onto his shoulders
One of his hands left her hip and went up to one of her wrists. She took her hand, guiding it to her throat, placing it there
“You sure, baby?” She asked softly, yet not slowing down in anyway
“Please” It was so soft she almost missed it
She nodded and started by applying only a little pressure “Harder” He choked out, encouraging her to press harder onto his throat
She felt him start to twitch inside her, as well as his hips bucking up to meet her thrusts
The only sounds filling the apartment was their shared moans and skin-against-skin contact
“Looks so pretty like this” Her other hand came down to her clit, starting to circle it “All fucked out, my hand around your throat, hickies under it, hair clamming to your forehead, and all because of me” She smirked, feeling his thrusts get sloppier
“Gonna come for me, baby?” He nodded, his whole body shaking as she clenched around him
Without warning, he held her down, coming deep inside her. The feeling of him releasing inside of her, filling her up to the brim sent her over the edge, coming around him
She let go of his throat, sliding down beside him. She pulled his body into hers and tugged them under the sheets
“If you learned to say ‘yes, ma’am’ the first time, you wouldn’t have gotten that boner, Y’know?” She said, stroking his back softly as he laid his head onto her chest, feeling her rapid heartbeat
“I know. But what’s the fun in that?” He asked, placing a small kiss on her chest above her breast
Anybody remember that “scientific research” polls I did back in August? Yeah, this is it
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Already early morning had she been pissed off
She had walked into the paddock holding Max’s hand doing media day, wanting to spend as much time with him as possible, but… Max had decided to talk to Charles the whole walk to the Red Bull hospitality
At lunch, she agreed to eat with Charles, but she wouldn’t have if she knew that the two of them would talk trough the whole meal, and even fucking flirt a few times
They ate dinner together as well, nothing fancy. At this point in the day, she was furious about how much Max was flirting with Charles
She put her hand on Max’s thigh, slightly warning him, but he didn’t react, only flirted more with Charles
Her hand got further up Max’s thigh, squeezing him softly. His breathing hitched slightly
She had enough now, standing up from the chair at the table “I’m going back to the hotel. I’m tired” She sighed
She was even more pissed when Max just said he would meet her there and not go with her
Max was back at the hotel 30 minutes after her, acting like if he hadn’t flirted with Charles the whole day
She sighed when he had changed into sweats and a t-shirt and laid down on his stomach on top of the duvet
She continued to read her book, trying to ignore how mad she was
“You’re mad at me” It wasn’t a question, he knew she was mad, just not why “Why are you mad at me?” He asked, turning to his side, looking up at her
She didn’t answer. She didn’t even show that she heard him
“Wait…” He chuckled slightly, moving to straddle her thighs “Is this because I flirted with Charles?” He asked with a teasing smile, leaning over to grip the head board behind her “Are you jealous, liefje?”
She barely looked up at him, but she did
“You are” He laughed, leaning in to kiss her, but she stopped him, grabbing his chin harshly instead
“You are mine, and only mine” She said, making him blush harshly and swallow softly “Understood?”
He nodded slightly “Words” She ordered
“Yes. I understand” He chocked out
“Good boy” She loosened her grip on his chin “I want you naked on your stomach”
He gulped slightly, knowing what that meant mixed with the tone in her voice
“Yes, ma’am” He said softly, getting off of her lap, quickly getting rid of his clothes while she went to her suitcase
She got the sealed bag where the lube was as well as she got the strap on and placed them both beside his body on the bed
She only wore one of his t-shirts and a pair of panties, which neither of them she bothered to take off as she got in between his legs, forcing them apart, making him whimper softly
She grabbed the bag with the lube bottle, taking it out, Max’s hands already tightening in the pillow under his head where he was turned to the side
She poured some lube onto her fingers, warming it up in her hand, her other hand palming his ass softly, making whimpers flow out of him
She pressed a finger against his hole before she slowly pushed it in making him moan softly and his face scrunch up in pleasure
His back arched slightly as she slowly started to move her finger, twisting it slightly as well, his moans soft
When he had gotten loose enough, she pushed in a second finger, letting him get adjusted before she started moving her fingers again, soft whines and moans spilling from his lips
She started curling her fingers upwards, hitting his prostate, making him moan loud and his back arch, his hands tight in the pillow
“He could never make you sound like this” She almost growled, having leaned over so her mouth was just by his ear, her fingers speeding up, hitting his prostate repeatedly
“Never. O-only you, ma’am” He moaned loudly, grinding his hips down against her fingers
She answered his motions by pulling out her fingers, making him whine like a needy whore
She stood up from the bed, pulling the strap-on up her legs, securing it around her hips
She grabbed at his thighs, pulling him down the bed, his feet on the ground, his upper body still on the bed
She spread his cheeks apart, slowly pushing into him, making him moan softly
She allowed him to get adjusted before she started a slow pace, making him whimper and whine
When her hips started getting faster, and she angled them to hit his prostate making him moan loud, his hands went back to her hips, keeping her close
She forcefully removed his hands, keeping them locked behind his back with one hand, the other on the back of his neck, keeping him down against the bed as she sped up
“Does he fuck you this good, huh? Does he know how you like it?” She sounded more possessive then she ever had
“Fuck- no. Only you, ma’am” He moaned loudly, slightly muffled into the sheets of the bed
“Yeah? So he doesn’t know how fast I can get you on your knees? Or how you are the same about of submissive you are in bed, as how dominant you are on track?” The grip on the back of his neck got tighter
“Just you, ma’am- please- ah” His thighs were shaking, his knees buckling slightly, almost falling off the bed of it wasn’t for her body
“What was that, baby?” She chuckled slightly, her nails digging into both of his wrists
“Please- ah. Can I come, please?” He almost cried out
She didn’t answer, she just pulled out of him, making him let out a high-pitched whine
“Stop being whiny. Get up on the bed” His legs were shaky, but he managed to get up on the bed when she had let go of both the back of his neck and his wrists
“On your back” He whimpered slightly at her harsh tone, but he did as requested, turning from his stomach and onto his back
“Good boy” He whimpered at her words and whined when she spread his legs, positioning herself in between them
He locked his legs around her hips, pulling her closer again, the head of the strap-on nudging against his hole, making him moan softly
“You’re such a needy little slut, aren’t you?” He moaned softly at her words, a deep blush spreading down his body
She positioned one of her hands beside his waist, the other pushing down on his collarbone, his hands wrapped around her wrist, as she slowly pushed herself into him again, making him whine softly
As she started moving slowly again, he moved her hand from his collarbone to his throat, making her smirk softly and press softly down around him as her hips moved faster
“Does he know how good you are at being quiet when you really want to, huh?” She asked, almost pounding into him, certainly not being very quiet
“Does he know how I fuck you in your drivers room, and you’re being such a good boy, making sure nobody can hear you?” He was about to answer, but she angled her hips into his prostate, moans ripping from his throat
“Only you!” He moaned loud, sure as hell being heard by the people next doors
“Yeah? Just me? Am I the only one who gets to fuck you like this? See you like this?” She pressed a little harder around his throat, making him cough slightly
“Only you, ma’am” He moaned out “Please- can I come? I need to come, please” He begged, almost crying out
“You can come, baby” She said, but was no where near done with him
Max almost screamed her name as he came, stripes of white cum landing on his chest and abdomen, his nails digging into her wrist
He panted heavily as she rode out his orgasm, slowing her hips down “Don’t think I’m done with you, love”
Max whined both at her words and as she pulled out of him, positioning herself to be sat up against the headboard
“Come here, baby” She said, curling her finger to tell him to come closer
He did, straddling her hips, hovering over the dildo, whimpering when she pulled him down onto the toy
He held onto her shoulders, a whimpering mess when he started moving, still sensitive from his last orgasm
“Come on, baby. Lean back” She said, softly pushing at his chest, his hands holding onto her thighs as he started bouncing in her, his prostate being hit at every thrusts, making his body shake from overstimulation
“Please, liefje. I-I can’t take anymore” He leaned forward, hiding into the crook of her neck, stopping his motions
“Come on, be a good boy and take your punishment” He shook his head slightly, whimpering when she pulled him away from her neck “Colour?”
“Green” He answered with a slight whine
“Good boy. Now, lean back, and take your punishment, okay?” He nodded slightly, leaning back again
“That’s it. Good boy” She praised him, moving him slowly before she thrusted up into him, pulling out a mixture of moans and whimpers of overstimulation
She wrapped her hand around Max’s cock, stroking him softly, making him come faster than he could ask for permission
He rode out his orgasm, falling forward and hiding in the crook of her neck, panting heavily
“I’m not sorry for flirting with Charles, I did it to rile you up, I am sorry for coming without permission” He explained
“You know, Max, if you want our sex life to be rough, all you gotta do is ask, unless you want a reason for it to be rough” She said, kissing his sweat covered hair
“I love you” He mumbled into her skin
“I love you too, love”
It’s safe to say that Max was limping into the paddock the next morning
Warnings: 18+, hand job, sub!max, degrading kink (if you squint),
Wordcount: 0.8k
A handjob (also spelled hand job) is a manual sex act involving a person stimulating the penis or scrotum of another by using the hand
God was she bored. She was comfortable in the bed, but she was bored as hell
"Babe!" She called out, not wanting to get out of bed "Can you come in here for a minute" She didn't an answer, but she heard the all too familiar footsteps walking towards the room
"What's up?" Max walked over to her, crouching down to kiss her forehead
"I'm bored" She said, pouting as she looked up into his eyes. hoping he would do something about it
"Seriously? That's why you called me in here?" He asked, chuckling a bit as she nodded "Fine. What do you want to do?" He didn't miss the way the question made spark in her eyes
"I can think of a few different things to do" She said, smirking a bit, when she sat up, almost pulling him onto the bed, getting into his lap, his hands landing on her waist
Her hands cupped his face, pulling him into a kiss, making him let out a pleased sigh, but it was replaced with a whine when she pulled away "I wanna watch a movie" She said, smiling, still holding his face
"You're such a tease" He kissed her softly again before she stood up and walked out to the living room
"Can you take the duvet with you?" She asked, already in the living room. She yet again, didn't hear in an answer, but thanked him when he came in with the duvet
"What do you wanna watch?" He asked, taking the remote from the coffee table as she leaned into his body, pulling the duvet over him as well
"You decide, love" She said, kissing his jaw softly, smiling at the way he couldn't stop the dark blush creep up on his cheeks "We both know we're not gonna watch it anyways"
He hated it, but yes, they never finished a movie. Either they would end up taking each other on the couch, or where ever they were watching it, or one of them would end up falling asleep, maybe he didn't hate the first scenario as much
"I hate when you're right" He said, tugging her further into his body after he had chosen a movie
Not even 10 minutes into the movie, and she could feel his hand travel under the duvet and down to rest at her ass
"Max?" She asked, not looking up at him. He only answered with a small hum "Could we just the movie for once?" She actually liked the movie so far, and wanted to watch it through
"I'm not doing anything" She could clearly hear the smile in his voice as she felt his other hand nestle on her upper thigh
"Sure" She rolled her eyes, but decided on revenge. She placed her own hand on his thigh, as close to his crotch she could get without touching
"Don't do that" His breath stuttering slightly
"I'm doing anything" She said teasingly, hearing a quiet moan from him when she 'accidently' touched his crotch "Stop squirming" She noticed the way he bucked his hips slightly, trying to get closer to her hand
"Please" He brought his lips on her cheek bone, kissing her softly, asking her to do something about the boner he 'suddenly' had gotten
"Only my hand, okay? I wanna watch the movie" She said, looking at him, seeing his closed eyes as he nodded
"Anything" His head fell in the crook of her neck when she managed with one hand to unbutton his jeans and got the zipper down
He moaned soft when she managed to get his cock out of his boxers. She chuckled at the sound of his moans when she smeared the precum from his tip and down his shaft
"Please" He pleaded, starting placing wet open-mouthed kisses along her neck "Please, i need you so bad" His nails dug into the skin of her thigh and her side
"Always so needy" He moaned as she started moving her hand, grazing over his slid with her thumb once in a while, drawing loud moans from him
Her hand was at a slow pace, but he needed more "Faster, please. I'm begging you" He begged, bucking his hands up into her hand
She granted him his wish, her hand speeding up, pulling a mixture of moans and whimpers that filled the whole apartment
The way his nails dug into her, it would be sure to leave marks tomorrow for him to soothe with his kisses and licks
"Fuck- please, 'm close" His words were slurred and breathy as he started twitching in her hand, almost his whole body shaking rapidly
"Come for me, baby" She said low, eyeing the way his body shook from the orgasm. This stage of him she loved; fucked out, hair messy, a panting mess, tired
"Thank you" He said panted, kissing her neck "I'll clean up and get a new cover for the duvet" He said, getting back into his pants
"Good boy" She said, slapping his ass softly as he stood up from the couch
