Formula 1 - One Shots [First Book]

No Shaving - {Max Verstappen}

Warning: another smut about Max's goddamn hot facial hair bc BOIIIIIII what r u doin to me.

A/N: this is also a bit for pasfeatvic she'll know what I mean xoxox 😂😂

You sat back in the sofa that was placed in the luxe yacht. You, your brother and your friend knew Victoria and Max really well and they had invited you to come along. This night you'd have a small party with Daniel, Max and Max's friends. You haven't met them before, but good lord they all looked so good.

You've been added to a group chat with them and you had quickly added their numbers to your contacts, hey you had Max Verstappen's number now. You hadn't been talking a lot as he's of course busy with his own friends and on the jet ski. So you had the time to check out Victoria's extremely hot brother.

You wore a black bikini under your summer dress and just enjoyed the Monaco weather. You snapchatted some other friends and Max came back on the boat to sit next to Daniel after saying hi to you. You eyed the dark hairs that was flush against his cheeks and sculpted jawline.

His sea blue eyes and his bronzed skin with the oh so delicious muscles running underneath it. You zoomed in with your snapchat, pretending you were just typing away and then snapped a picture of his very sexy layer of scruff. You bit your lip to giggle and quickly went to WhatsApp to send it to your friend.

You tapped onto her contact and rushed to type the message as you didn't want to be impolite and on your phone the whole time.

Me: Can we appreciate his scruff? Like damn boi wouldn't mind having that between my legs mhmmmmm i'm not allowing him to shave anymore.

You locked your phone screen and placed it next to you. Max smiled when you looked over at him briefly and then heard his phone beep. Your heart started to race as this was like the exact timing your message would reach your friend's phone. Oh my god, you hadn't...? Did you...?

Max's eyebrows raised as he read your message and he looked over at you. His tongue darted over his plumb lips to wet them, he had to admit the text message that wasn't for him at all, had turned him on a bit now he knew how you thought about him. A grin tugged on his lips and you turned away, your face bright red as you had realized you didn't send it to Max(ime) your friend but your older brother's friend Max.

You could almost cry at how embarrassing this was and you were already planning to down the whole bottle of vodka at the party tonight to forget about this.

'Wouldn't mind having him between my legs' swam around through his brain the remaining time they spend on the sea. Max nibbling on his lower lip at thinking about your thighs wrapped around his head, high moans and whimpers tumbling over your lips because his scruff was burning between your legs to give that delicious pain and pleasure mix.

Max found himself looking over at you way too often now, your figure in that bikini and your hair waving down your shoulders as you were casually ignoring him to talk with Victoria and your friend. He felt the blood flow somewhere else as his thoughts only got filthier and filthier.

"Don't even think about it, Verstappen". Max chuckled when your brother caught him looking over at you, or more staring while he had sucked his lower lip into his mouth. "Of course not". Max muttered back and grabbed onto his phone, reading your text a couple times more.

He decided to play around as well, opening your chat again to type something back.

Max: Is that what keeps you up at night, baby girl? How it'd feel if I bury my head between your thighs?

You almost didn't dare to look at it when your phone beeped, the red and ashamed blush creeping onto your face again. You felt like you were choking on air when you opened the message that you received from Max. Your brother would go mental when he knew this is what you and Max talked about.

B a b y g i r l

Oh my god you felt your throat run dry and your knees weakening at how he called you. Your head was spinning with lust and you grabbed onto the railing. "Are you okay?". Dave asked and you nodded. "Just a bit hot, must've been that last glass of wine". You added a giggle to let him believe it was the alcohol and he chuckled.

Your eyes locked with Max's bluer ones and the look he gave you, christ your blood turned into boiling hot lava. His teeth seemed to dug into his lips in slow motion and you were sure you were just hallucinating, almost believing yourself at what you told Dave about the wine.

The boat stopped at Monaco's bay and you gladly hopped off, walking in the back of the group to avoid Max again. You went back to the apartment complex, standing still in front of it as the guys wanted to get back at their hotel. Max and Daniel went to their apartments and Victoria pulled you and your friend with her to Max's apartment.

You wanted to protest, but you didn't have elsewhere to go. Victoria checked the amount of beverages that was still here and the snacks in the fridge. "How about me and Maxime do some groceries and you and Max clean the place up a little? Yes, thanks". Victoria smiled sweetly and left as fast she had barged in.

You were turned around against his firm chest, back hitting the wall as soon as the door locked behind Victoria. Max's voice dropped several octaves in your ear, hot and huskily to let a shiver run up your spine.

"You never answered my question. But now we have to clean anyway, I'm going to clean you up, princess".

A/N: Making this a two parter? Think so 🌚😏🔥