streamer max - Max Verstappen
Y/N x Max Verstappen
Theme: Smutish, Teasing
Max is live when you decide to have a little fun in the chat x
word count: 1420+
taglist: @game-set-canet
gif by me
open for requests :)
The dim glow of your phone screen illuminates your determined expression as you create the mysterious alter ego, "goldenbooty1." It is an alias embedded with memories and an inside joke that only your boyfriend, the avid racer and streamer Max Verstappen, would comprehend.
You called him that the first time you saw him in his dark blue racing suit, accentuating his form perfectly. Since he is wearing his golden boots a lot, you combine the two and choose a similar image as your icon.
As you watch his racing stream unfold, headphones plugged in, your fingers dance across the touch screen, ready to inject a playful touch into the chat. The adrenaline rush of orchestrating this secret banter heightens your excitement. Max is in the midst of a high-speed race, navigating through virtual landscapes with finesse.
Then, he loses his rear for just a second, catching himself right after. Yet, you can't help yourself. Rubbing your back against the sofa cushions behind you, you bite your lower lip.
"Got your rear under control, huh?" You type, the message blending seamlessly with the scrolling comments. The chat erupts with laughter, and you can't help but smirk, knowing you have inserted yourself into the stream under the radar.
Max glances at the comment, his eyebrows furrowing in amusement. The connection between the words and your username must have given it away, but you cannot tell. He might have seen another comment.
But then Max licks his lips. Undeterred, he responds, "I'm always in control, goldenbooty." His rough voice echoes through your headphones, sending shivers down your spine.
His virtual car speeds on, leaving a trail of digital dust behind. A few people reply to you, most of them trying to get in on the joke, but it means much more to Max coming from you.
You continue to sprinkle comments, each one a carefully crafted blend of teasing and familiarity. The banter unfolds like a well-rehearsed dance, your connection growing stronger with every exchange.
"You're a naughty one, aren't you, booty?" He looks right into the camera, slightly biting his lower lip as he tries to hide the smirk spreading across his lips.
The chat erupts with emotes and laughter, mirroring the amusement you could almost picture on his face. Even though Max tries to stay cool and not show too many emotions, the light in his eyes makes it easy for you to tell he's enjoying it all.
You know, however, that he's just waiting for the race to end. Just by the way he's looking at the screen, the sly smirk, and the narrow eyes, he's contemplating how to get back at you.
"Don't tell me you don't like it rough, Max." You type quickly, followed by, "I mean racing, of course." The smirk on your face widens, and you hold back your laughter.
Max's eyes sparkle slightly before he tilts his head, unable to stop himself from smiling brightly.
"Of course, racing." He lifts his eyebrows, emphasizing 'racing', with his voice a little deeper than usual.
Your chest tingles as you get goosebumps, and all the other viewers in the chat add an element of thrill to your playful interaction.
Max crosses the finish line shortly after, finishing first. As he leans back against his chair, he strokes his chest gently, the sly smirk still present.
"That was fun." He says, looking right at you through the screen, licking his lips quickly.
As you watch him reply to a few other people in chat, you try to come up with another sassy line, but then, "Okay guys, give me a moment. Alright?" Max nods and turns the camera off.
Adrenaline rushes through your entire body. Your heart pounds heavily, anticipating him to confront you.
Before you can hide any evidence, you turn your head toward the door and find Max casually leaning against the doorframe. He watches you with an amused glint in his eyes.
You attempt to maintain an air of innocence, but he could read you like an open book. "Already done streaming?" You ask him, showing off your best poker face, but it isn't really effective.
"I'm just taking a short break." Max tilts his head, his voice carrying a mixture of playfulness and curiosity.
Nodding, you lock your phone and pull your headphones out, putting them away. He then approaches you confidently, wearing a tight Redbull shirt and shorts that accentuate his athletic build. You can't help but be captivated by how good he looks.
He runs a hand through his messy hair and across his chest again before he stands right next to you, tilting his head. "So, goldenbooty1, any idea who that might be?" Max asks, obviously knowing the answer already.
You feign ignorance, avoiding his gaze, but the mischief in his eyes hints at his determination to uncover the truth.
Denying any involvement, you insist, "No clue; a nice username though." However, your attempt at evasion only fuels his certainty.
With a knowing smirk, he closes the distance between the two of you. Suddenly, he starts to tickle you, knowing all your most sensitive spots.
His fingers lightly trace along your sides, sending shivers down your spine.
"Come on, spill the beans; I can tell when you're hiding something," he teases, his touch becoming more insistent. You try to suppress a laugh, but his expert tickling technique proves too effective. To make matters worse, Max climbs on to the sofa, pinning you down.
Laughter bubbles up as you squirm, trying to evade his fingers dancing all over your body.
"Okay, okay, it's me! I couldn't resist teasing you a bit," you admit between giggles. His triumphant grin signals that he has achieved his goal.
With his face hovering over yours, you try to catch your breath when he leans in, kissing you lovingly.
"Mhmm." You breathe into him, embracing his mouth on yours in an instant.
"I really love that username," Max purrs into you as his body grinds on yours.
Tilting your head to breathe, you expose your neck, inviting him to place kisses all over it.
"I hoped you'd know it's me." You hold back a low moan when his warm breath and soft lips touch your skin again and again.
Lifting your arms, you grab his waist before tracing his waistline right to his butt. His shorts are barely able to contain him, so you touch him, holding him close.
"Fuck!" Max chuckles, seemingly enjoying your firm touch. Then, he grinds his crotch against your thighs, letting you feel the desire building up inside his body throughout the last thirty minutes.
"You make me so hard," he growls deeply, breathing down your neck.
"Max," you hug him, stroking the small of his back before your hands slide underneath his shirt.
His body is tensing more and more, and you keep stroking him lovingly. Running your hands across his body, you reach his chest, and his muscles react to the slightest touch of your fingertips.
"So, naughty." He leans his head back, making it easier for you to touch his chest.
Both of you are out of breath, getting more and more into it.
At last, you run a hand down his chest, right to the bulge forming inside his shorts.
As you touch him, he bites his lower lip, looking at you with a fiery spark inside his beautiful eyes.
"Will you keep watching the stream?" He grunts, bending down once more to kiss you again.
"If you want me too?" You smile, touching him again, enjoying the effect you have on him.
"Hope you enjoy the show." Max smirks before he gets off the sofa, fixing his clothes with a casual yet deliberate motion. You seize the opportunity to have another good look at him: he runs his hands across his chest, shorts, and through his hair, letting out a low guttural moan.
Hearing his voice sends shivers down your back, causing you to giggle quietly.
He then winks, turning around and returning to his room. The way he carries himself exudes confidence, and you can't help but appreciate the subtle ca´harm in the way he moves. His athletic build and tense muscles are accentuated by the snug fit of his shirt and shorts, leaving an indelible impression.
You pick up the phone and plug the headphones back in, just in time for the camera to come back to life. Max licks his lower lip, raising an eyebrow.
"I hope you're ready for another round." He smiles, and you enjoy the rest of the stream.
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