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maxwhathappened · 9 months ago

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The urge to send more is strong but I will not overwhelm you😭🫶🏻

Driver - Franco (idk if you write for him so if not Max)

Dish - cup

Flavors - lemon sorbet, pineapple sorbet, Rum Raisin

Drinks - brownies, mint syrup, peanut butter cups, white chocolate syrup

thank you so much for (both) requests. I am a much slower writer than you but i hope you enjoy this!

Order #2

pairing: Franco Colapinto x reader

warnings: smut 18+

word count: 1,765

order:

cup - smut

flavors

lemon sorbet - “Get back in bed right this instant!”

pineapple sorbet - “You can be so good when you want to. Why aren’t you good all the time?”

rum raisin - “Getting a little tired? Too bad.”

toppings

brownies - mint syrup - peanut butter cups - white chocolate syrup

soft dom! driver - hair pulling - spanking - aftercare

You woke up to the smell of breakfast and coffee. It didn’t take you long to find out where they’d come from. As you stretched your arms and opened your eyes Franco walked into the room with a tray that had a glass of juice, coffee, warm pancakes, and a single daisy in a vase.

“Good morning, amor,” Franco greeted with a smile. “I made you breakfast.”

“I see that,” you said with a giggle. “Why are you being so sweet, baby?” You asked as he placed the tray on your lap. “Did you do something?”

“It’s our anniversary,” Franco said.

“Our anniversary is in three weeks,” you replied.

“It’s the anniversary of the day we met,” He explained.

“You remember what day we met?” You asked.

“It was a very important day, amor,” he answered. He settled next to you on his side of the bed.

“You’re the best boyfriend anyone could ask for,” you praised. Franco smiled. He leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “Eat. I have plans for you,” he instructed. You raised an eyebrow.

“What kind of plans?” You asked.

“You will need energy for them,” Franco said and winked at you. You rolled your eyes but started to eat your breakfast. Franco watched you fondly as you ate. You had grown accustomed to his staring and said nothing about it. When you finished you picked up the tray and started to climb out of bed.

“What are you doing, mi amor?” Franco asked quickly.

“The dishes,” you answered.

“No, you’re not,” he said. “I’ll do them in a little bit. We’re not done in the bedroom.” You laughed as you started for the door. Franco was in front of you in seconds though. He took the tray from you and put it on the table by the window. “Get back in bed right this instant,” he instructed you.

“Why don’t you make me?” You teased him. Franco chuckled before he grabbed your hips and picked you up, taking the few steps you’d made it away from the bed and throwing you down on your back. He pulled off the loose t-shirt he’d been wearing and you took in the sight of his muscular abs and chest. He looked like he was cut from marble and your eyes greedily drank in his body.

“You see something you like?” He asked smugly. You smirked.

“Not really,” you answered. Franco smiled to himself as he slid off his underwear.

“So, you do not want to be a good girl today then?” He asked. His tone wasn’t mean. He was entertaining your disobedience for now. He climbed onto the bed and hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties. He pulled them off in one swift move and then tore your shirt off your body as well, leaving you both bare.

“Why don’t you make me be good?” You taunted him. Franco smirked.

“I can do that, pretty girl,” he said. Before you knew it he was seated on the edge of the bed and he had grabbed your body, roughly pulling you over his lap. You were laying face down against the mattress, bent over Franco’s knees. You turned and looked over your shoulder at him as his hand gently found your ass, rubbing tenderly against the sensitive skin. A silent look passed between the two of you that told Franco he was free to do as he pleased. He smirked at you just before his hand came down against your ass, delivering a sharp spank against your skin. You moaned loudly.

“Moaning? Don’t tell me you like it when I punish you,” he teased you.

“Please, Francie,” you whimpered.

“Aww, listen to you,” he cooed. “Already giving in.”

“Another one, please,” you begged. Franco gave your other ass cheek a smack, the sting spreading through your body.

“What do you say?” He asked you.

“Thank you, sir,” you praised him. Franco rubbed his hand against your ass.

“You can be so good when you want to. Why aren’t you good all the time?” He delivered another two smacks, one after the other. You whimpered and Franco laid another spank on you. You bent your knees, shocked by the pain, your feet shooting into the air. Franco reached out and ran his hand along your calf to soothe you. He smacked you three more times before you were reaching behind you to ward him off. He grabbed your wrists, pinning them behind your back.

“No more, Francie. It hurts,” you cried. “Please just fuck me.”

“Desperate little thing,” Franco murmured. He gave your ass two light taps, signaling for you to get up. “On your knees.” You moved off his lap, and crawled to the center of the bed, settling on your hands and knees. He settled behind you and gripped your hips, pulling you exactly the way he wanted you. One of his hands left your hip and went to slide between your legs. He rubbed two fingers against your pussy and moaned to himself.

“So wet,” Franco purred. He spread your cheeks wide and spit onto your pussy anyway. You gasped at the feeling of his spit hitting your cunt.

“Franco, please!” You cried. “I need you!”

“Shhh, shh, shh,” Franco hushed you. “You’re gonna get what you want. You know that, princessa.” You whined in protest and Franco gave your ass a light slap. You yelped and scooted away from him. He grabbed your hips, keeping you from getting away.

“Francie, I’m sore,” you complained.

“You are gonna be sore in other places when I’m done with you. Now be good. I am tired of the attitude,” he instructed. You closed your mouth. His threat wasn’t empty. If you were too bratty he could make you regret it.

“Yes, sir,” you answered obediently. You shifted back into Franco’s grip. You arched your back, pushing your ass up into the air and shaking it slightly. “Please, sir?” You begged. Franco chuckled.

“Okay, mi amor,” he agreed. The tip of his cock pressed against your pussy lips and you sucked in a breath, bracing yourself for the stretch of his cock. He ran a hand up your spine, softly caressing your skin. “Relax, baby,” he cooed. “I will take care of you.” He slipped into you, his warm, hard cock filling you till you finally felt whole.

“Franco,” you gasped under your breath when his hips were pressed against you, his full length inside you. Franco leaned forward, pushing himself slightly deeper and you moaned. He reached out and gathered your hair in his hand. He tugged at it as he leaned back, making you arch your back and push against him at a better angle. His other hand moved to your hip, steadying you. You whined and clenched down on him, tired of his teasing.

“Be good,” he ordered firmly. Before you could complain he was moving his hips, making slow and deep strokes, his tip pressing into your g spot with every thrust. His hand was still in your hair, tugging you towards him. He pulled harder, drawing you away from the mattress, your back pressed to his chest. Franco released your hair and his arm went around your front, groping at your breasts and touching every inch of you. He kissed the spot where your neck connected with your shoulder as he slammed into you.

“Franco, I’m close,” you whimpered when his hand slid to your clit.

“I know, princessa,” he murmured into your neck. “Let go.” With his consent you came hard around him, your cunt tightening around his thick cock as your body pulsed with pleasure. Franco groaned. “You get so tight when you cum on my cock.”

“Feels so good,” you cried, pushing away from him to collapse onto the mattress. He fucked you through your orgasm before pulling out and flipping you over. You looked up at him as you caught your breath. Franco smiled at you.

“Getting a little tired?” He asked. You nodded, unable to speak. “Too bad,” he told you. He shifted your body till he had you where he wanted you and positioned himself between your legs. He lifted one of your legs, hooking it over his hip before he slid into you again, leaving you no time to adjust.

“Oh! Franco!” You gasped as you felt Franco inside you again. He chuckled smugly.

“Did I surprise you, mi amor?” He teased you. You answered in a strangled whine as he began speeding up his thrusts.

“You’re so fucking big,” you whimpered as you hooked your other leg around him. His hand slid to your thigh to hold it in place. He loved to have you wrapped around him while he was inside you.

“Gonna cum inside of you,” Franco murmured. He leaned down to kiss you. The kiss was messy and wet and full of tongue but as his cock pressed into your special spot and his body rubbed against your clit, you fell apart again. Franco moaned when he felt you tighten down on him for the second time and his hips stuttered. He made two more thrusts before he was cumming. You felt him filling your pussy and tightened your legs around him, pulling him in close as he emptied himself inside you. He let his body fall down against yours when you both came down from your highs.

“I love you,” Franco murmured and kissed your neck. You hummed happily and kissed the top of his head.

“I love you too,” you told him. He pressed a few more pecks to your neck before he rose from the bed. He returned with a warm towel and wiped you up before climbing back into bed with you. He slid in behind you, his chest pressed to your back. He moved your hair to the side and kissed the back of your neck.

“Can we stay in bed all day?” You asked.

“We have a dinner reservation,” Franco said. “But we don’t have to do anything till then.”

“Good,” you replied. “I just want to stay right here in your arms.” Franco gave you a squeeze.

“We can do that, princessa,” he promised. “We can do whatever you want.” You rolled over in Franco’s arms till you were facing him. You looked into his beautiful eyes and he smiled at you.

“What about what you want?” You asked. Franco kissed your nose. He tucked your hair behind your ear and gently ran his thumb over your cheek.

“The only thing I want is you.”

#franco colapinto x reader #franco colapinto smut #franco colapitno imagine #franco colapinto x reader smut

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maxwhathappened · 9 months ago

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Order #1

pairing: Max Verstappen x reader

warnings: language

word count: 1,171

order:

waffle cone - angst

butter pecan - “I can’t imagine my life without you.”

espresso - “Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

orange soda float - secret relationship

You were waiting in Max’s hotel room. He was out celebrating after a win—out of obligation he told you. It didn’t take any of the sting out of the fact that Max had you hiding away in his hotel room instead of by his side. You had been dating for eight months. Occasionally paparazzi had gotten a photo of you together, but his manager had been able to stop all of them from going public. Max had literally paid to keep you a secret. You were upset about it. You had been for a while. But as you sat alone watching tv in the empty penthouse Max had booked you knew that you couldn’t accept it anymore.

It was 12:36 AM when Max finally came back from his night out. You were seated on the couch when he got there. You turned to look at him and he had a wide smile on his face, happy to be with you again. His smile quickly fell when he met your eyes. You had never been good at hiding your emotions. He walked over to you slowly, unsure exactly what it was you were upset about.

“Thank you for staying up for me, schat,” Max said as he sat down beside you. “I missed you.” You scoffed.

“You missed me?” You questioned, your tone harsh. Max furrowed his eyebrow.

“Of course I missed you,” he tried to assure you. “I wanted to be back here with you.” You sighed.

“You didn’t want me there with you though? You just wanted to be here with me?” You asked. Max was confused to say the least.

“What’s this about, schat? Let’s just talk,” he requested. You took a deep breath.

“Why aren’t we public yet?” You asked. Max was quiet for a moment.

“I like having you to myself,” he said thoughtfully. “The world knows everything about me, but you and I are the only ones who get to know about us.”

“They won’t know about us just because we go public,” you said. “It’s not like they get to watch us when we’re at your place together.” Max cringed a bit at the words ‘your place’ from your mouth. His place was your place. It was your home. He knew it was too soon to ask you to move in with him, though you basically already did. You only stayed at your place when he was out of town and you couldn’t go with him.

“They won’t see us at our home,” Max said. “But they’ll know more about us than you or I want.” You stared into his icy blue eyes, emotion pouring out of yours.

“I don’t want to be a secret anymore, Max. I want this to be real,” you told him.

“This is real,” Max told you firmly. “People don’t need to know for this to be real.”

“But we can’t be together. Not everywhere. I can’t kiss you in the garage before races. I can’t hold your hand or even walk into the paddock with you,” you replied.

“Is that important?” Max asked. “Isn’t it enough that we love each other?” You stared at him blankly. You hadn’t really been expecting him to say ‘no.’ It seemed like you were overdue to be public to you.

“I want to love you everywhere,” you told him quietly.

“I just don’t think it’s a good idea. You’ll be safer if nobody knows that I care about you,” Max said. You felt tears coming to your eyes and looked down at the ground. Max raised an eyebrow. He was about to speak up when he heard you sniffle. His face immediately fell. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” he spit out quickly. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

Max pulled you into his lap at once, letting you tuck your head into his neck and wrapping his arms tightly around you. You let out a small sob and Max felt his heart break.

“Shh. Shh. Shh,” he soothed. “It’s alright.” He tucked some loose strands of hair behind your ear and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry,” he murmured again.

“I just don’t get it, Max,” you whimpered. “You tell me you love me, but you don’t want anyone to know. It just feels like I’m temporary.”

“Baby, no,” he cooed. “You are not temporary. I can’t imagine my life without you.”

“Then why do you still want to keep us a secret?” You asked.

“I want you safe, schatje,” Max explained. “Once the world knows we’re together the press and fans will start criticizing you for everything you do.” He sighed. “I don’t want that for you.” You were quiet for a moment.

“I would rather the world hate me and know that I love you than if they didn’t know I loved you at all,” you said thoughtfully. Max smiled softly. He lifted your head from his neck so he could meet your eye, cupping your cheek and gently wiping away a stray tear with his thumb.

“You want the world to know you love me?” He asked.

“And that you love me back,” you said. Max chuckled.

“Do you want to officially come to the next race with me then?” He asked. “You can kiss me good luck before the race and we can hold hands in the paddock,” he suggested.

“Really?” You asked.

“Yes, schatje,” he confirmed. “I want you to be happy.”

“You make me happy,” you said. “Just you. I don’t need anything else.”

“But you need me to show you off, hmm?” He teased you.

“I need to be with you when you celebrate,” you told him. “I’m proud of you, Maxie. I want to be there with you.” Max smiled softly.

“It’s amazing how you tell me something so simple and it’s better than a whole night with my friends celebrating me,” he said.

“Imagine how great a night where we’re celebrating together could be then,” you replied.

“The two of us can celebrate when we get back to our home,” Max said.

“Our home?” You had noticed when he said it earlier, but when he said it a second time you couldn’t resist.

“You might as well move in,” Max said boldly. “You already have a key,” he reasoned. “And my closet is full of your clothes,” he added before you could reply.

“The only people who know we’re dating right now are our families, but you want me to move in with you?” You asked with a chuckle.

“I don’t see the issue,” he replied. You giggled before leaning in to kiss him. He gave you a dopey smile when you pulled away. “I love you,” he sighed helplessly. Another giggle escaped your lips.

“I’ll move in,” you told him. “I want to see an instagram post about it though,” you teased him.

“Liefje, if I’m not hiding you anymore then I’m going to be showing you off,” Max said. “There won’t be a person alive who doesn’t know you’re mine.”

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