HI CAN YOU PLEASE WRITE A FULL FIC ON THE VERSTAPPEN GOOD BOY TEXTS PLEASEEE
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...
"you're such a good boy."
