💕 Kira 💕

The slight curve of your belly is barely noticeable beneath the thin fabric of your nightgown, but to them, it's everything. You're four months pregnant now, carrying their child and the possessiveness that was always simmering beneath the surface has boiled over into something all-consuming.

"Look at you," Will murmurs, his dark eyes tracing the swell of your stomach as he enters the bedroom. Macklin follows close behind, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that makes your core clench with need. "Our beautiful girl, swollen with our baby."

You're lying on the bed, propped against a pile of pillows, your body already humming with anticipation. The pregnancy has made you constantly aroused, your hormones raging, but tonight feels different.

Macklin approaches first, his hand possessively cupping your belly. "Growing so beautifully," he says, his thumb stroking the taut skin. "Making you even more perfect than before."

Will moves to the other side of the bed, his hand joining Macklin's on your stomach. "She's glowing," he agrees, but his eyes are dark with something more than admiration. "And she's all ours."

Their words send a shiver through you and you can feel yourself growing wetter with each passing moment.

"Please," you whisper, your voice barely audible. "Touch me."

Will chuckles, a low, predatory sound. "Oh, we'll touch you, sweetheart. We're going to remind you exactly who you belong to, who bred this beautiful little pussy."

Macklin's hands slide down from your belly, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. "Lift up, pretty girl," he commands and you obey without hesitation, allowing him to strip away the last barrier between you.

Will's mouth claims yours as Macklin settles between your legs, his hands spreading your thighs wide. "Already so wet for us," Macklin murmurs, his fingers sliding through your slick folds. "Pregnancy has made you insatiable, hasn't it?"

You can only moan in response as his fingers find your clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with practiced precision. Will's hands move to your breasts, which have grown fuller and more sensitive with the pregnancy, his thumbs brushing against your hardened nipples.

"These are perfect too," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "Swollen with milk for our baby. But right now, they're all for us."

Macklin leans down, his tongue replacing his fingers as he laps at your clit. The combination of his skilled mouth and Will's hands on your breasts is almost too much and you can feel yourself teetering on the edge of orgasm.

"Not yet," Will commands, sensing how close you are. "You don't get to come until one of us is inside that little pussy."

Macklin pulls back, his chin glistening with your arousal. "I want to be inside her first," he says, his voice rough with need. "Need to feel how tight she is now that she's carrying our baby."

Will nods, his eyes dark with agreement. "Take her. Show her who she belongs to."

Macklin positions himself between your legs, his thick cock already hard and ready. You watch with wide eyes as he lines himself up with your entrance, the head of his cock teasing your slick folds.

"Fuck," Macklin whispers against your lips, his voice cracking with need. ""Look at me, pretty girl," he commands, and your eyes meet his. "I need to see your face when I enter you. When I remind you that this pussy is mine. That I put a baby in there."

You nod, unable to form words and a shuddering breath escapes him as he positions himself between your thighs, dragging his leaking cock against you swollen folds.

"You're so wet," he breathes, his voice awestruck. "Always so ready for me." He nudges forward, just enough to make you gasp, then pulls back with a whimper. "Fuck… it's... it's too much."

"Please, Mack," you urge, arching your hips to encourage him.

With a shaky inhale, he pushes forward, the head of his cock breaching your entrance with a slow, deliberate stretch. Your walls flutter around him, welcoming him home and he cries out, his whole body shuddering.

"God," he whimpers, burying his face in your neck. "You're… you're squeezing me so tight. I can't… I can't…"

But he does, pushing deeper inch by inch, his movements faltering as your body resists then yields to him. You can feel every ridge of his cock as he pulses against your sensitive walls.

"Don't move," he begs, his voice muffled by your neck. "Just… just let me feel you for a second. Let me feel how perfect you are."

You wrap your legs around his waist, holding him close and he whimpers again, his hips twitching involuntarily. The movement drags his cock against your inner walls, sending sparks of pleasure through both of you.

"Please," you whisper, lifting your head to look at him with pleading eyes. You need him to fuck you, the suspense killing you.

Macklin seems to know what you need as he begins to move, his thrusts slow and shallow at first, as if testing the waters. Each drag of his cock against your walls is a delicious friction that builds steadily with each stroke. His eyes never leave yours, wide and vulnerable as he drinks in your reactions.

"Is this… is this okay?" he asks between thrusts, his voice breathy and desperate. "Does it feel good for you? Tell me it feels good."

"Perfect," you manage, your own voice strained with pleasure. "You're perfect, Mack."

His movements grow more confident then, his hips snapping forward with increasing urgency. "I need… I need to go deeper," he pants, his hands gripping your hips as he adjusts his angle. "Need to remind you… remind you who you belong to. Who filled you up with our baby."

With each deeper thrust, he whimpers your name, his body trembling with the effort to hold back. "Feel that?" he gasps, his movements becoming more erratic. "Feel how deep I am? How I'm claiming this pussy all over again? It's still mine, isn't it? Still all mine?"

You can only nod, your body arching as his cock hits that perfect spot deep inside you. Will moves to your side, his hands roaming over your body as Macklin continues to fuck you.

"Such a good girl," Will praises, his fingers finding your clit. "Taking his cock so well. You're going to make such a beautiful mother."

His words combined with Macklin's skilled movements push you closer to the edge. You can feel Macklin's cock swelling inside you, his release approaching.

"Yes," you gasp, arching your back. "Please."

"Not yet," Will commands again, his fingers circling your clit. "You don't get to come until Macklin fills you with his cum."

Macklin's movements become more erratic, his hips jerking as he approaches his release. "Going to fill you up," he whimpers, his voice thick with need. "Fill you with my cum. Remind you that you're ours."

With a final, deep thrust, Macklin comes, his hot cum flooding your insides. He stays buried within you as he empties himself, making sure every last drop is deposited where it needs to be.

"Stay just like that," Will says softly as Macklin pulls out. "Don't move."

He retrieves a pillow from the head of the bed, lifting your hips to place it beneath you. Then he gently pushes your legs back toward your chest, elevating your pelvis.

"Perfect," he murmurs, admiring the view of your cum-filled pussy. "Now it's my turn."

Will positions himself between your legs, his thick cock already hard and leaking for you. You can feel Macklin's cum being pushed deeper inside you as Will seats himself fully.

"God, you feel incredible," Will groans, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. "So wet, so full of Mack's cum. I can feel it. Can feel how you're already claimed, already bred."

He begins to move, his thrusts slower than Macklin's but no less possessive.

"God, you feel amazing," he groans, his hips beginning a slow, steady rhythm. "You're taking me so well."

"So pretty," Macklin whispers, his hands exploring your body. "Everything's so much more sensitive, isn't it?" He leans down to take your nipple in his mouth and you cry out at the intense pleasure.

Will increases his pace, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you that makes your toes curl. "Right there?" he asks, his voice thick with need. "Is this what our pregnant girl needs?"

"Yes," you gasp, arching your back as Macklin switches to your other breast. "Harder. Please."

Macklin releases your nipple with a wet pop, his eyes dark as he watches Will fuck you. "You're so beautiful like this," he murmurs, his hand sliding down to rub your clit. "So hungry for Will's cock."

Will's thrusts become more erratic, his hands tightening on your hips. "Going to fill you up too, sweetheart," he grunts, his movements becoming more purposeful. "Keep you full of our cum until you can't take anymore."

The thought sends another wave of arousal through you and you push back against him, meeting his thrusts. "Yes," you gasp. "Fill me up. Need you so bad."

With a final, deep thrust, Will comes, his cum flooding your insides. He stays buried within you as he empties himself, making sure every last drop is deposited where it needs to be.

The low murmur of voices drifts from the kitchen as Quinn stands in the hallway, his hand frozen as he overhears you talking to your friends.

"I still can't believe you didnt kiss that guy from class last year, he was so cute," one of your friends says.

"I just… couldn't do it," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Why not?" another friend presses gently. "You've been single for ages now."

There's a moment of silence before you speak again, your voice so soft Quinn has to strain to hear it. "Because I've never… I mean, I haven't really…"

"Wait, what?" your friend exclaims. "You've never kissed anyone?"

Quinn's heart stumbles in his chest. He leans closer to the doorway, his own breathing suspended.

"No," you confirm and Quinn can practically hear the blush in your voice. "I haven't."

"Oh my god," one of your friends whispers. "How have we not known this?"

"I guess it never came up," you say defensively. "And it's not like I'm waiting for marriage or anything, I just… I always wanted it to be with the right person, you know?"

"Someone like Quinn?" your friend teases and Quinn's entire body goes rigid.

"Maybe," you admit shyly and the word hits him like a physical blow. "I mean, he's… he's really great."

Quietly, Quinn backs away from the kitchen, his mind reeling. He's been falling for you for months and now this revelation changes everything.

Later that evening, you're curled up on his bed watching your favorite show with your head resting on his shoulder. Every nerve ending in his body is hyperaware of your proximity, the scent of your hair, the warmth of your body against his and the way your breath hitches slightly when his fingers brush against yours.

As the show progresses, you shift closer, your hand coming to rest on his chest. Quinn's breath catches, his heart hammering against your palm.

He wants this, wants you, more than he's ever wanted anything, but the thought of being your first kiss terrifies him. What if he messes it up? What if he's too clumsy or too eager or not enough?

When the credits roll, neither of you moves to get up. Your eyes meet and something unspoken passes between you. Slowly, he leans in, his gaze dropping to your lips.

Your eyes flutter closed, your body tilting toward his in invitation. Just as your lips are about to touch, he pulls back abruptly, standing up and running a hand through his hair.

"I should… I should probably get you home," he says, his voice strained. "It's getting late."

The hurt and confusion in your eyes is like a physical blow. "Oh. Okay."

The drive to your place is uncomfortably silent and when he drops you off, you give him a tight smile before disappearing inside without another word.

The next morning, Quinn is on the phone with Jack, pacing his living room in agitation.

"I don't know what to do, man," he says, running a hand through his already messy hair. "I really like her, like a lot, and then I find out she's never been kissed, and I just froze."

"What?" Jack's voice comes through the phone, incredulous. "You, Quinn Hughes, froze because of a girl?"

"It's not just 'a girl'!" Quinn protests, his voice rising with frustration. "This is her. Like, potentially the one. And I want her first kiss to be perfect, not some awkward fumbling session on my bed while we're both half-asleep."

"So make it perfect," Jack says simply. "What's the problem?"

"The problem is I'm terrified I'll mess it up!" Quinn exclaims. "What if I'm not what she's expecting? What if I disappoint her? I've been thinking about kissing her for months and when the moment finally comes, I chicken out like some teenage idiot."

Unbeknownst to Quinn, you've let yourself into his place with the spare key he gave you for emergencies. You were coming to talk to him about last night, to ask if you'd misread things, but now you're frozen in the entryway, listening to his side of the conversation.

"I just… I really want to kiss her," Quinn continues, his voice softer now, almost vulnerable. "Like, really, really want to. But I'm scared I'll mess it up, that it won't be special enough for her."

Your heart swells at his words. He wasn't rejecting you, he was trying to protect you. To give you something special.

Quietly, you step into the living room. Quinn doesn't notice you at first, too caught up in his conversation with Jack.

"Look, I gotta go," he says, ending the call and turning around. When he sees you, his eyes widen in panic. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough," you say softly, approaching him slowly. "Quinn, why didn't you just tell me?"

"Tell you what?" he asks, though he knows exactly what you mean.

"That you knew," you say gently. "About me never having been kissed."

His shoulders slump in defeat. "I overheard you and your friends talking yesterday. I didn't mean to eavesdrop, I just happened to be walking by."

"And that's why you pulled away last night?" you ask, reaching out to take his hand.

He nods, his gaze fixed on your joined hands. "I want it to be perfect for you. I don't want to be some awkward footnote in your life. I want to be the right person."

"Quinn," you say softly, lifting his chin so he's looking at you. "It's not about perfection. It's about being with someone who cares about you, someone who makes you feel safe and wanted. And you are the right person."

"But I want to make it special," he insists, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You already have," you assure him. "Just by being you. Just by caring enough to worry about getting it right."

His eyes search yours, looking for any hint of doubt or hesitation. Finding none, he lets out a shaky breath. "So if I kissed you right now…"

"I'd want you to," you finish for him. "More than anything."

A slow smile spreads across his face, relief washing over his features. "Are you sure?"

"Never been more sure of anything in my life," you whisper.

And then he's kissing you.

The world narrows to this single point of contact, to the soft press of his lips against yours. It's nothing like you imagined. Its not clumsy or awkward or uncertain. It's gentle, a quiet exploration that speaks volumes.

His lips are soft, moving against yours with a careful reverence that makes your chest ache. You can feel the slight rasp of his stubble against your chin, a pleasant contrast to the smooth warmth of his mouth. A tiny sound escapes you, something between a sigh and a gasp and your mind, which had been racing with anxious thoughts just moments ago, goes blissfully blank.

All you can process is the sensation, the way he's tilting his head just so to fit against you perfectly, the way his hand comes up to cup your jaw with a tenderness that takes your breath away. His thumb strokes your cheek in a slow, soothing rhythm as he deepens the kiss slightly.

It's just enough to make your toes curl inside your socks, a wave of warmth starting at your lips and spreading through your entire body. This is it, you think dizzily, this is what everyone talks about. This is what it feels like coming home.

When he finally pulls back, his eyes are dark with emotion. "Wow," he breathes, his forehead resting against yours. "That was…"

"Perfect," you finish for him, a smile playing on your lips.

He chuckles softly. "I might become addicted to kissing you now."

"Is that a promise?" you tease.

In response, he kisses you again, harder this time. His tongue traces the seam of your lips, seeking entrance, which you grant willingly. The kiss grows more passionate as his hands slide down to your waist, pulling you flush against him. His teeth nibble gently at your lower lip, drawing a soft gasp from you that he swallows with another kiss.

When you finally break apart, both breathing heavily, Quinn rests his forehead against yours again. "I've wanted to do that for so long."

"Me too," you admit.

He smiles, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Well, now that we've got that out of the way…"

The waiting room smells like antiseptic and your knee just won't stop bouncing. Quinn's hand covers it, his thumb stroking a steady rhythm against your leggings.

"Hey," he says softly, leaning in close. "It's going to be fine. I promise."

You nod, but your heart is hammering against your ribs. "I know. I just... hate this stuff. The needles, the weird pressure..."

"I'll be right there," he reminds you. "The whole time. And I'll be there when you wake up. Probably with ice cream."

A small smile breaks through your anxiety. "What flavor?"

"Whatever you want. They could tell me you want pickle-flavored ice cream and I'd find it."

The nurse calls your name then and your stomach drops. Quinn stands, pulling you up with him and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. He presses a kiss to your temple.

"You got this, baby," he murmurs as he walks you back to the procedure room.

The dentist is kind and explains everything, but all you can focus on is the needle. Quinn squeezes your hand as the mask goes over your face.

"Just count back from ten," the voice says. You make it to seven before the world goes dark.

The first thing you're aware of is Quinn's voice, low and steady beside you. The second is the distinct feeling of cotton filling your mouth.

"...and she'll be a little groggy, but that's normal. Just make sure she takes it easy with the pain meds..."

You blink your eyes open and Quinn's face swims into view. He's smiling, but it's that soft, protective smile he saves just for you.

"Hey there, sleepyhead," he says quietly. "How are you feeling?"

You try to answer, but it comes out as a muffled garble around the gauze.

Quinn chuckles, brushing a stray piece of hair from your forehead. "Don't try to talk. Just nod if you're in pain."

You shake your head. You don't hurt, you just feel... floaty. Everything feels distant and funny.

"Okay, good. Let's get you home."

When you try to sit up, the room spins. Quinn's hands are immediately on you to steady you.

"Whoa, easy there. I've got you."

Before you can protest, he's sliding one arm behind your back and another under your knees, lifting you effortlessly into his arms. You let out a surprised little sound, your hands automatically going around his neck.

"You're so strong," you mumble, your face pressed against his chest while one hand wraps around his biceps. "Like, really, really strong. Do you even lift, bro? Wait, obviously you do, because look at you. That was a dumb question. But do you just lift normal people weights or, like… buildings? Small buildings. Not skyscrapers, that's unrealistic. Although… maybe medium-sized buildings?"

Quinn laughs, a genuine, warm sound that vibrates through you. "I do lift, baby. But no buildings, sadly. Just weights. And apparently my very talkative girlfriend."

He carries you through the office and out to the car, carefully buckling you into the passenger seat like you're made of glass.

"Did I ever tell you how pretty, you are?" you ask as he gets in the driver's seat. "Like, unfairly pretty. Your eyes... they're like... ocean eyes. But not the Billie Eilish song. Just... ocean-y. Like if the ocean was a person and that person was really hot and also really good at hockey, that would be you. Ocean Hockey Man."

Now he's blushing, you can see it even in the dim light of the car. "Okay, I think the anesthesia is working its magic."

"Magic," you repeat, giggling. "You're magic. And I love you. So much. Did you know that? I love you more than... than... than pizza. And that's a lot. I really, really love pizza. But I love you more. Except maybe pepperoni pizza. I'm not sure I love you more than pepperoni pizza. That's like, the perfect food. It's just so yummy and savory and... are you yummy or savory, Quinny?"

He reaches over, taking your hand in his. "I'm... not sure how to answer that."

"You're sweet," you decide, nodding sagely. "Definitely sweet. But also... spicy? Like a chicken wing. A sweet and spicy chicken wing. That's you. My little chicken wing."

He laughs, shaking his head as he pulls out of the parking lot. "I've never been called a chicken wing before."

"You should be," you say seriously. "It's a compliment. Chicken wings are delicious. And you're delicious. Not that I've, like, eaten you. But I bet you would be. Delicious, I mean. Not that I want to eat you. Well, maybe a little. In a non-cannibal way. Just, like... kisses. I want to eat your kisses. They're probably delicious too."

The drive is a blur of streetlights and your own rambling thoughts. You tell Quinn about the dream you had while you were under, something about flying penguins and a talking ice cream cone.

"And the penguin told me that you were the one," you say, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "He had a little top hat and everything. Very fancy. He said we were soulmates. And that I should tell you that your beard is getting a little too long, but it's still cute. Like a baby bear."

Quinn just nods along, a fond smile on his face. "I'll keep that in mind. The beard advice from the dream penguin."

"He's a very wise penguin," you insist. "He also said that we should get a dog. A golden retriever. And we should name him pepperoni pizza. Because we both love pepperoni pizza."

When you get back to your apartment, he carries you inside again, settling you on the couch with a mountain of pillows. He brings you a glass of water and a soft blanket, tucking you in carefully.

"Comfy?" he asks, sitting beside you and pulling your feet into his lap.

You nod, your eyes already drifting closed. "You're so good at this. Taking care of me. It's like... your superpower."

"Just one of my many talents," he says softly, massaging your ankles.

You crack one eye open, looking at him through your fuzzy vision. "You'd be a really good husband someday."

His hands still on your feet. You can feel the shift in the air, the sudden tension.

"What?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah," you continue, too loopy to notice his reaction. "Like, if you take care of me this good when I'm just drugged up... imagine when I have, like, the flu or something. Or if we had a baby. You'd be so good. Husband material. One hundred percent. The penguin agrees."

Quinn's face is bright red, his eyes wide. He opens his mouth, then closes it, looking completely flustered.

"You're... you're really out of it," he finally manages, his voice a little shaky.

"I am," you agree, already half-asleep again. "But I'm right. You're husband-y. In a good way. Like, if husband was a flavor of ice cream, you'd be the best one. Super Husband Swirl. With little chunks of... I don't know. Responsibility. And hotness."

He's full-on blushing now, his ears turning a shade of red you've never seen before. "Okay, I think it's time for you to sleep."

"But I'm not done talking about how husband-y you are," you protest, though your eyes are closing again. "You're like... a Level 10 Husband. Maxed out your husband stats. If we were playing a video game, you'd have all the husband achievements unlocked. 'Good at Caring for Drugged-Up Girlfriend,' 'Can Carry Things Without Even Trying,' 'Has Ocean Eyes and a Baby Bear Beard'..."

He laughs, shaking his head. "I don't think those are real achievements."

"They should be," you mumble, your words slurring together. "And you'd have them all. Because you're the best. The best boyfriend. The best future husband. The best Ocean Hockey Chicken Wing Man in the whole world."

Your breathing evens out, your body going limp against the pillows. Quinn watches you for a long moment, his expression soft and unreadable. He gently adjusts the blanket, making sure you're covered, then settles back beside you.

He doesn't move for a long time, just watches you sleep, a small smile playing on his lips. The anesthesia-induced ramblings might be funny, but beneath the silliness, there's a truth that makes his heart ache in the best way.

The apartment feels too big these days. Too quiet. Will's been gone since before you woke up. Again. Another early practice leading to another late night.

It's been weeks of this. The distance growing between you, slow and unstoppable. Hockey has always come first, that's the reality of dating a professional athlete but lately, it feels like you're not even second. You're not on the roster at all.

Your keys jingle in your hand as you impulsively decide to drive to the rink. Maybe surprising him will remind him you exist. Maybe seeing his face will ease the ache that's taken up residence in your chest.

The arena is mostly empty when you arrive, just the echo of skates on ice from somewhere in the distance. You follow the sound down the corridor, your sneakers squeaking on the polished floor. As you approach the locker room area, you hear voices. Will's voice. And Toff's.

"I just don't know if I can keep doing this."

Your steps falter. You press yourself against the wall, hidden around the corner.

"Then tell her."

"I will… I just need the right time."

The ice in your veins spreads to your lungs, making it hard to breathe. You don't wait to hear more. You don't want to hear more. You turn and walk away, each step feeling heavier than the last, until you're practically running back to your car.

The next seven days are a special kind of hell. You move through the apartment like a ghost, avoiding the spaces where Will might appear. You sleep on the far edge of the bed, careful not to let your foot so much as brush against his leg. When he tries to kiss you hello, you turn your cheek. When he asks what's wrong, you say "nothing" and disappear into another room.

Will doesn't understand. You can see it in the confused looks he gives you when he thinks you're not watching. The way he reaches for you in his sleep only to find empty space. The way his calls of your name go unanswered as you lock yourself in the bathroom.

Tonight, though, he corners you in the kitchen. His hands find your arms, gently turning you to face him.

"Hey," he says softly. "Talk to me. What's going on? Did I do something wrong?"

You can't meet his eyes. You focus on the third button of his shirt instead. "It's fine."

"It's not fine," he insists, his voice quiet but firm. "You haven't touched me in a week. You barely look at me. I come home and you disappear. I'm losing my mind here, baby."

Tears burn behind your eyes. You swallow hard, trying to keep them at bay.

"Please," he begs. "Just tell me what I did."

And that's when you break and everything comes pouring out.

"If you don't want me anymore, just say it."

The words hang in the air between you, raw and ragged. Will's hands drop from your arms as if he's been burned.

"…What?" His voice is barely a whisper. "What are you talking about?"

"I heard you," you sob, the tears finally breaking free. "At the rink. With Toff. You said you couldn't keep doing this anymore. That you needed to tell me. That you were waiting for the right time."

Will stares at you, his face pale with shock. "You… you heard that?"

You nod, unable to speak through the tears. "I know you're going to break up with me. Just… just do it. Please. Don't drag it out."

"Oh my god," he breathes, running a hand through his hair. "Oh my god, no. That's not… that's not what we were talking about at all."

You look up at him through blurry eyes. "What?"

"We were talking about my contract," he says, his voice cracking. "The extension offer. I was telling Toff I didn't know if I could keep lying to you about it, that I felt bad hiding how serious the negotiations were getting. He said to tell you and I said I would, I just needed the right time to figure out how to explain that it might mean moving."

You freeze, your tears pausing mid-stream. "The… the contract?"

"The contract," he confirms, stepping closer. "The one that could mean us having to relocate. The one I've been stressing about for weeks because I didn't know how to tell you I might have to ask you to leave everything behind for me. The one I was terrified would make you leave me."

The sob that escapes you now is different. It's relief and shame and embarrassment all mixed together. Will pulls you into his arms and you collapse against him, your knees giving out.

"I thought…" you gasp against his chest. "I really thought you were breaking up with me."

"Never," he says, his voice thick with emotion. "Never in a million years. Hockey is my job, but you're my life. I couldn't do any of this without you. I don't want to do anything of this without you."

He's crying too now, you can feel it in the way his shoulders shake. You cling to him, fingers twisted in his shirt, as if he might disappear if you let go.

"I'm sorry," you whisper. "I'm so sorry."

"No," he says, pulling back to cup your face in his hands. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I've been so distant. I'm sorry I made you feel second best. I've been exhausted and stressed and I let it come between us, but I promise, I'm never letting you go."

You nod, unable to speak and he kisses you. It's desperate and messy and full of everything you've both been holding back for weeks. When you finally break apart, you're both breathless and crying and laughing all at once.

"I've been so scared," he admits, his forehead resting against yours. "Every time I thought about telling you about the contract, I'd panic. What if you said no? What if you resented me for asking? What if I lost you because of hockey?"

"You idiot," you whisper, your voice still shaky. "I've been preparing myself to lose you this whole time."

"Never," he says again, his voice fierce. "I'd quit before I'd let that happen. I'd walk away from it all if it meant keeping you."

"You wouldn't," you protest weakly.

"I would," he insists, his eyes boring into yours. "Hockey is what I do. You're who I am. There's a difference."

You finally let yourself believe him, let the warmth of his words seep into the cold places in your heart. "So… the contract might mean moving?"

"Maybe," he says softly. "But only if you're with me. Anywhere. Everywhere."

You sit next to Macklin on the couch in your living room, with him scrolling through his phone. You've been quiet all night, turning something over in your mind that's been weighing heavily on your heart for weeks.

"Hey," he says, looking up when he notices your silence. "Everything okay? You've been a million miles away."

You take a deep breath, moving a bit closer to him. "I need to tell you something."

Macklin sets his phone aside immediately, giving you his full attention. "Anything. You know you can tell me everything."

Your hands tremble slightly as you twist them in your lap. "I went to the doctor a couple weeks ago. About… you know, my irregular cycles and everything."

He nods patiently, waiting for you to continue.

"They diagnosed me with PCOS. Polycystic ovary syndrome."

Macklin's brow furrows slightly. "Is that serious?"

"It can be," you say softly, unable to meet his gaze. "There's a chance… a good chance… that it might be really hard for me to have kids. Or maybe I won't be able to at all."

The words hang in the air between you, heavy with unspoken fears. When you finally risk a glance at Macklin, you find him just watching you, his expression unreadable for a moment.

"Hey," he says softly, reaching for your hand. "Look at me."

When you do, his eyes are filled with nothing but warmth and concern.

"Is that why you've been so quiet? You were worried about telling me this?"

You nod, feeling tears well up. "I know how important family is to you. I know how much you love kids. I thought… I was scared you might…"

Macklin cuts you off by gently cupping your face in his hands. "Never think that. Not even for a second."

His thumb brushes away a tear that escapes down your cheek. "Yes, I love kids. Yes, I want a family someday. But I want a family with you. Whatever that looks like. If we can't have biological children, there are other ways. Adoption, fostering… we'll figure it out together."

You're crying freely now, overwhelmed by his response. "But what if you change your mind? What if you resent me?"

"I could never resent you. Especially not for something completely out of your control," he says firmly, pulling you into his arms. "We're a team, remember? Whatever life throws at us, we face it together."

You bury your face in his chest, breathing in his familiar scent as he rubs soothing circles on your back.

"I was so scared," you whisper against his shirt.

"I know, baby. But you never have to be scared to tell me anything," he murmurs into your hair. "We'll deal with this together. I'll go to appointments with you, we'll learn about PCOS, we'll explore all our options."

When you finally pull back, he gently wipes the remaining tears from your face. "None of this changes how I feel about you. You're it for me. Kids or no kids, we're in this together."

He leans in and kisses you softly, a gentle reassurance that speaks louder than words. When he pulls back, he's smiling.

"You know," he says, tracing patterns on your hand with his thumb, "I fell in love with you, not with your ability to have children. I fell in love with your laugh, the way your eyes light up when you're passionate about something and how you care so deeply about others. That's what matters to me."

Your heart swells at his words. "Really?"

"Really," he says, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "And hey, if we can't have kids, that just means more time for us to travel the world, more spontaneous adventures, more late-night conversations without interruption. We'll make our own version of a family, whatever that looks like."

He shifts slightly, pulling you closer against him. "You're my future, you know that? Whatever happens, whatever challenges we face, as long as I have you, I have everything I need."

Tears of relief stream down your face as you snuggle deeper into his embrace.

"I love you so much," you whisper.

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princess.yn.ln: business as usual in monaco👑🧡

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user1: omg, i can't believe it!! y/n watching an f1 race?? from oscar's garage?? my favorite princess and favorite driver interacting?😭

mclarenracingf1: thank you for gracing us with your presence!

princess.yn.ln: thank you for inviting me! it was a great experience!

landonorris: next time you're welcome to be on my side of the garage😌🧡

user2: omg not lando shooting his shot😭

user3: such a loser omg😭😭

user4: what are you doing at an f1 race?? you shouldn't go anywhere near those dirty cars!

user5: c'mon, this isn't the ancient times, she does a bunch of things like this

user6: so great to see you attending the monaco grand prix!

user7: so y/n was on oscar's side of the garage and he didn't even like this post?😭 he's such a loser

user8: didn't you see them interacting before the race?? they were so awkward😭😭

user9: well, mostly oscar. i think y/n was just unsure about the place

user10: it was fully oscar's fault, y/n was flawless as usual

user11: leave my baby alone, he can't help being awkward😭

user12: wait so a literal princess wasn't in the vip lounge?? she was down in the garage?? with all those people??

princecharming: y/n is as down to earth as a princess can get. also! she's the nicest person i've ever had the pleasure to meet🥰

user12: girl, you're so lucky😭

user13: still don't understand how a princess ends up at an f1 race, but you go girl!!

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oscarpiastri: pretty cool weekend👍

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user14: congrats oscar!! you'll win the next one!

user15: bro met a literal princess and is just like "pretty cool weekend"

user16: leave him alone, he's just pookie😭

mclarenracingf1: congrats oscar! stronger for the next one💪

user17: the white suit🤤

user18: omg he looked soo ethereal this weekend in that suit!!

user19: petition to keep the white suit forever🤤

waiting4princecharming: signing that one!

user20: tbf it was a pretty cool weekend. you took third place, met a princess... so congrats!!

landonorris: shame on you for not liking the princess' post

oscarpiastri: ...yeah and congrats oscar on p3?

landonorris: yeah, yeah whatever. go and like the princess' post!

oscarpiastri: thank you lando, congratulations on winning monaco

landonorris: thank you teammate😌🧡

user21: all of you bashing oscar for not liking y/n's post, but y/n didn't like his post either

user22: i mean tbf, he didn't mention her. why would she need to like it?

user23: and she's a literal princess!

user24: cool weekend dude! congrats on everything

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You've been talking to this one guy for months now, never meeting up, never knowing his real name. It was easier on the anonimous dating site, because that made it possible for you to date someone for yourself and not for your title.

Until a month ago, where he confessed that he was an F1 driver and that he wanted to meet you for real.

That's how you ended up in Monaco with an all access pass as the guest of McLaren and more importantly the guest of its driver Oscar Piastri. Your heart raced about as fast as he did that Sunday and were kind of glad that your background provided enough media training so that it didn't show on your face.

Because there were cameras. A lot of them. And most of them pointed at you when you entered the paddock, as you watched the race, as you did anything remotely interesting.

And after the race, after the podium celebrations, you were finally out of the public eye and right in front of Oscar Piastri. He smelled strongly of the champagne even though he pulled his race suit halfway down.

"You didn't tell me you were a princess," he started, clearly tired and a little out of it.

"To be fair, you didn't tell me you were an f1 driver either," you countered, back straight though you were feeling extra nervous now that you were face to face.

You had to admit that Oscar looked absolutely beautiful. Even with his wet hair and sweat clinging to him. With his red cheeks, which you weren't sure were only from the race.

"But I told you earlier. You should've let me know before you came..." he trailed off, looking away from you. "I would've..."

"You didn't have to do anything," you resisted the urge to reach out to him, keeping your hands to yourself. "That's why we were both on that dating app, no? To keep our realities from putting a strain on our... relationship."

Oscar sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. You knew that this was the moment you had to make a choice. Where he had to make a choice.

"If you... if this is too much for you, I understand. It's not as if we've become anything more than friends," you told him, kindly, though your heart was heavy.

After all, the life of a princess wasn't easy. Constantly in the public eye, representing a whole country. There were things expected of you: do everything good, marry right, continue your lineage. It was something out of your choice.

But Oscar had the choice and you weren't going to take that from him, no matter how much you've grown to like him.

"No-" he said then, quicker than either of you expected. "No I... couldn't- I don't want to... fuck, how do I say this?" he groaned, clearly fighting with himself. "I want to continue whatever started. Because it's been really good. I just... I'm just a bit overwhelmed is all."

"I..." you started. "It's okay. Do you want me to go?"

"No... I... could you wait for me? I have debrief and I have to change but... I want to take you out for dinner," he explained. "Can I? As a date."

"Yeah," you smiled gently. "I would love that."

Oscar finally smiled then and your heart skipped a beat. Of course he smiled on the podium, but this... this was directed at you and it was so much softer than the other one. It was beautiful. He was beautiful.

"Oh... yeah," he blinked suddenly. "Where do I even take a literal princess on a date?"

You couldn't help the laugh that broke out of you. It was half amusement, half relief at not being rejected. Your heart was so much lighter than ten minutes before.

"Anywhere you want to," you told him, grin bright.

"No, no," he shook his head. "Not only is it our first date, it's also... you're a princess!" he pointed at you.

"Yeah," you nodded. "Still... I'm fine with anything. What do you usually eat after a race?"

"If I did good, a burger, but-"

"Perfect!" you stopped him. "It's been a while since I ate a good burger. Know any lowkey place?"

"Yeah, but-"

"No buts," you finally stepped forward and put a hand on his shoulder. He was half a head taller than you, even with your heels on. "I'll be waiting for you in the parking lot. We can take my car."

Oscar stared at you for a moment longer, eyes softening and some of the tension bleeding out of him.

"Okay," he smiled lightly.

And that was the start of everything.

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yourbff: omg is this the guy you've been talking to?? ↪princess.yn.ln: yes!! his name is oscar piastri ↪yourbff: the f1 driver?? omg y/n!!! ↪princess.yn.ln: i'll tell you everything, i swear!! ↪yourbff: you better!! ↪yourbff: but first. is he cute? is he polite?? is he nice??? ↪princess.yn.ln: he's a dream, he's amazing!! yourbrother: this wasn't what we talked about... ↪princess.yn.ln: i know! hope father and mother isn't mad about me staying out late! ↪yourbrother: you know them, they're more concerned than mad ↪yourbrother: was it at least good? ↪princess.yn.ln: it was a dream come true. he's polite and knows how to treat a woman right ↪yourbrother: and a princess? ↪princess.yn.ln: he's amazing, you don't have to worry! ↪yourbrother: i always worry ↪princess.yn.ln: i know. i love you💜 ↪yourbrother: i love you too❤️ princecharming: damn, the guy looks very concerned ↪princess.yn.ln: don't let him fool you. that's just his resting face :)

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landonorris: hold on, i know that side profile! that dress!! oscar!!! are you on a date with the princess???? ↪oscarpiastri: it's just a dinner ↪landonorris: don't "it's just a dinner" me!! she looks beautiful, you're in a restaurant, this is a date!! ↪oscarpiastri: she always looks beautiful. she's a princess ↪landonorris: mate, c'mon! ↪oscarpiastri: good night lando ↪landonorris: don't leave me hanging here osc!! ↪landonorris: oscar!!! nicolepiastri: who is this pretty lady? were you on a date? ↪oscarpiastri: yeah, i'll call you tomorrow and explain it all ↪nicolepiastri: alright darling. just did it go good? ↪oscarpiastri: yeah, it went very well ↪nicolepiastri: i'm glad. good night baby ↪oscarpiastri: good night mom hattiepiastri: omg is that the princess y/n l/n????? ↪hattiepiastri: i know damn well you aren't ignoring me! ↪hattiepiastri: oscar!! answer me!! ↪oscarpiastri: yes, it is her ↪hattiepiastri: were you on a date with her???? ↪oscarpiastri: yes ↪hattiepiastri: well explain!! come on, i need to know!! was it good?? is she as ethereal irl as she is online??? is she very princess-y??? ↪oscarpiastri: yes to all of them ↪hattiepiastri: ah, you're impossible! ↪oscarpiastri: :) waiting4princecharming: can you ask her where she got her necklace from? it's really pretty ↪oscarpiastri: it's a family heirloom i believe :)

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From then on, it was easy to fall in love and start dating. Even if the dates themselves were a little hard since you were bound by duty and in different places more often than not. But even if you spent time together, you had to find a place where no one would recognise either of you.

All the hard work was worth it though when he finally asked you to be his girlfriend. And even that didn't happen without his panicking, which you came to find endearing.

Even with talking about your title and what it entailed, Oscar couldn't shake the feeling of not being good enough for a princess. You did what you could to expel those thoughts, but ultimately it just took a long time before he stopped being anxious about his every word and action.

"Is this going to reflect badly on you and your family?" he would ask. "Oh my God, what if they find out that you're out on a date in McDonald's of all places? This was a bad idea…"

"Baby," you would start, gentle in the way you talk and reach forward to rest your hand on his own. "I asked for this. This is the most normal I get to be. And my family is going to be okay, you don't have to worry. They're glad that I'm feeling calm around you."

"Oh, so they know about me?" his eyes widened.

"Of course, and they love you," you chuckled. "We're not as closed off from reality as many seem to think."

"So you mean that the royal family watches Formula One?"

"Yeah. It used to be only my father and brothers, but since we've been dating, we've all been watching it."

"And who are you rooting for?" he leaned forward.

"Lando," you deadpanned and watched as his face dropped. You laughed then and reached forward to hold his hand. "I'm kidding, we're rooting for you, of course. How could we not? With how happy you make me."

Oscar smiled then and leaned over the table to press a kiss to your lips.

"You're so cheeky," he murmured against your lips and you couldn't help but smile.

You reached up to cup his face.

"Only for you," you muttered and kissed him back.

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princess.yn.ln: the best part of the theatre world are operas. if you haven't seen an opera, go watch one! the sheer talent to these people and the amazing production, it's worth a watch!

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yourbff: which show did you watch? and more importantly, why wasn't i there??

princess.yn.ln: it was the magic flute and it was a surprise for me too! i wasn't planning on going, but it was absolutely amazing!

yourbff: oooh i understand😌

princess.yn.ln: 🥰

yourbrother: ah, that's why… was it good? did you enjoy it?

princess.yn.ln: yes! thank you so much!

yourbrother: my pleasure :)

princecharming: a beautiful show and a beautiful lady :)

princess.yn.ln: :)

user25: omg this opera is sooo good! and you were in my theatre?? i could've met you😭

user26: i saw her and she looked to be enjoying the show so much! but she also wasn't alone

user25: she wasn't alone?

user26: nope! but i didn't see who she was with. they were sitting in the shadows

user25: omg… could she have been on a date???

user27: i mean i wouldn't be so sure. she always goes to things like this with a bunch of important people

user28: plus!! her caption seems to point more toward the importance of theatre rather than anything personal

user25: so the man on the last slide is just an important person, nothing personal?

user27: i mean it's just a hand holding the paper. there isn't anything remotely romantic about that

user29: omg her dress😭 she's so pretty, it's unreal!!

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user30: omg the same opera that one princess y/n l/n was watching?? is this a coincidence?? I THINK NOT!!

user31: holy shit, this cannot be real, what do you mean oscar was at the royal opera house last night?? when y/n was there too???

user32: could they have been on a date??

user33: now hold on, there's a lot of jumping to conclusions. yes they were at the same opera, but nothing points to them being there together. there were hundreds of people attending the opera yesterday, he could've been there with any of his friends

user33: i mean his girl best friend, lily was also around this weekend!

user34: in any case, if they were there together, then good for them, i wish them all the good. lord knows y/n deserves a good man, she does so much

user35: i ship it!! #oscarforprince2025

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Your relationship with Oscar wasn't the easiest of course. Everything you did was public and there was little to no private life. So you mostly spent the evenings together on call. The feats of the 21st century.

"Yeah, it was just not an easy weekend," he sighed one evening, when he was halfway across the world from you. "And I really wished that you were there. It would've made it more... bearable."

"I know," you sighed and desperately wished that he was next to you so you could reach over and hold his hand. "I'm so sorry, my love. But I will be in Abu Dhabi."

"That's still months away though," he fell back on his bed, clearly suffering.

"If I could, I would go to all your races, you know that."

"I know," he turned on his side and you couldn't help but stop for a moment to admire just how beautiful he was. "And I accepted that you were even busier than me when I asked you to be my girlfriend. It doesn't make being away from you any easier."

"It's not easy for me either," you tried to placate him. "But it's always a little easier to bear when I know that we can talk in the evening."

"It does make it slightly more bearable," he agreed and looked at you through the phone. "I just wish you were beside me."

"I wish that too," you smiled gently. "But we're meeting before Mexico, no?"

"Yeah."

"And then I'll be free for the whole week of the Abu Dhabi grand prix," you added.

"Yeah," he hummed. "I can't wait for the winter break."

"I know, my love," you smiled as he closed his eyes. "I know how tired you are. But it's almost over and you've been doing so good. I'm so proud of you."

"Thank you," he whispered. "Thank you for always standing by my side."

"Always."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

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princess.yn.ln: waiting for my prince charming to save me from my (very important) meetings👑💜

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user36: omg, you DO have a boyfriend!!

user37: oh to be a princess and live in a castle and wear beautiful dresses every day😩

princess.yn.ln: if you don't romanticise your whole life, what are you doing?😌

user37: you're so right, i WILL wear beautiful dresses every day!!

yourbff: soft launching queen😌👑

princess.yn.ln: not queen yet!

user38: sometimes i forget that y/n is next in line and will probably become queen in MY lifetime

user39: omg not her boyfriend's nickname being prince charming, i can't😭😭

user40: she's so iconic for that!!

user41: whoever that bloke is is really lucky!!

princecharming: thank you😌

user41: girl, get out of here, we're not talking about you😂🫵

princecharming: you both look quite comfortable

princess.yn.ln: we always are😌💜

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oscarpiastri: quick stop before mexico👑

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landonorris: hold on, THE OSCAR PIASTRI DANCING???

oscarpiastri: contrary to popular belief, i CAN dance. just not that well

landonorris: AND YOU WERE AT A BALL WITHOUT ME KNOWING??

landonorris: what year are we even living in??

landonorris: HOLD ON!!

landonorris: YOU DIDN'T!!!!

oscarpiastri: 😌

user42: what did oscar do???

user43: why is he at THE ROYAL PALACE???

user44: i'm so sure that that's princess y/n, i could bet money on it!!

user45: he WAS dancing with the princess! AND HE WAS CONVERSING WITH THE ROYAL FAMILY ALMOST ALL EVENING!!!

user46: so... this is confirmation that him and princess y/n are dating, RIGHT???

user47: it HAS TO BE like there's no way he would be there without SUCH A CONNECTION!!

user48: plus the fact that he was talking to the king and queen and also y/n's brother?? ALL EVENING??

mclarenracingf1: hold on... that's our driver??🫪

user49: i'm crying, even mclaren admin is surprised to see oscar at such an event😭😭

waiting4princecharming: damn, you DO look like a prince👀💜

oscarpiastri: thank you for your kind words😌🧡

user50: girl, WHO ARE YOU??

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user51: IT HAS TO BE

user52: god i hope we get a confirmation of them being together, I NEED THEM TO BE TOGETHER #oscarpiastriforprince2025

user53: this is gonna be the most epic fight ever and i'm honestly here for it. also here for Y/N L/N, THE PRINCESS!!!

user54: i can't believe the 2025 season is real. oscar may be a world champion?? also dating a literal princess??? he's winning in life fr

user55: even if he doesn't become world champion, he's winning in life as the boyfriend of A LITERAL PRINCESS!!!

user56: but imagine him becoming a world champion AND having the title of prince!!

user57: how does that work anyway?

user58: well... should he marry y/n while she's still a princess, i believe he WOULD get the title of prince

user59: omg a world champion prince😭

user60: i desperately wish for that to be real😭😭

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oscarpiastri: lots achieved, lots learned. thank you for being with me through this journey🧡

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princess.yn.ln: i am so proud of you, my love!! if nothing, you won my heart with your resilience and pureness. i love you so so much!💜

oscarpiastri: i love you more🧡

hattiepiastri: i'm so proud of you brother!! you did amazing!

oscarpiastri: 🧡

hattiepiastri: also thank you for introducing us to the princess

princess.yn.ln: it was so good to meet you all, oscar talks constantly about you💜

nicolepiastri: you did so well sweetheart! you're going to be a champion one day, i believe in you!

oscarpiastri: thank you mom🧡

yourbff: now you get to rest, oscar. you did everything you could!

oscarpiastri: thank you. and thank you for taking care of y/n when i couldn't be there!

yourbff: always!!

princess.yn.ln: 💜💜

yourbff: 💜💜

yourbrother: it was great to see you race. you did great!

oscarpiastri: thank you!

user61: well at least one of my wishes came true! oscar is dating princess y/n🥰

user62: still baffled at the fact that meepful OSCAR PIASTRI pulled the actual PRINCESS Y/N L/N!!!

user63: i mean... oscar does look really good and is probably the biggest green flag in the whole grid

princess.yn.ln: couldn't agree more!🥰

user63: OMG Y/N!!!

user64: well... we're one step closer to oscar becoming a prince👀

user65: imagine oscar coming back to the 2026 season as PRINCE OSCAR PIASTRI

user66: omg, i would die right then and there-

user67: omg their kiss before the podium😭😭 it was EVERYTHING

waiting4princecharming: it was a beautiful moment💜

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"You don't have to say anything if you don't want to," you hum as Oscar lays on top of you, his head buried in your neck. "But should you have anything on your mind, I'm here to listen to it."

"I just... want to not think about what I let slip," he mutters into your neck and you rake your fingers through his hair, lightly scratching at his nape.

"You didn't let anything slip. You fought valiantly, beautifully," you turn your head to nose at his cheek. "Stressed me out too," you add and he snorts. "And still, I don't think I have ever been more attracted to you than during that race."

"Not even when I won?" he lifts his head to look you in the eye.

"You were very hot every single time you won. But yesterday... I saw a different side of you. And God, it was beautiful."

"And hot?"

"And very hot," you agree and cup his face to pull him closer.

You kiss him slowly, trying to tell him everything you feel without words. He matches your pace, keeping the kiss slow but oh so sweet.

This is everything that you dreamed of while you were away from each other, everything that you promised to the other. And finally spending a whole week with each other was everything. Especially with the knowledge that the whole off season was there for the two of you to enjoy with only some duties breaking it up.

"I love you so much," he mutters against your lips. "You're so good to me."

"I love you more," you smile. "My prince charming."

"My beautiful princess."

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oscarpiastri: i think i did pretty good with twinkle twinkle little star ↪princess.yn.ln: you did, i was endeared💜💜 ↪oscarpiastri: 🧡🧡 hattiepiastri: was this right after monaco?😂 ↪princess.yn.ln: it WAS!! he played twinkle twinkle little star to me😂 ↪hattiepiastri: can't believe you still agreed to date this idiot😂 ↪princess.yn.ln: what can i say? he was very endearing😌💜 charles.leclerc: i raised him right😌 ↪princess.yn.ln: hmmm i wouldn't say that🤔 ↪charles.leclerc: 😩😩 landonorris: what a loser😂 ↪princess.yn.ln: that loser pulled a princess, while you... ↪landonorris: 😦😦 yourbff: you guys are disgustingly in love ↪princess.yn.ln: thank you🥰💜💜 yourbrother: when are you two coming home? ↪princess.yn.ln: soon! it's just another three days and we'll be home!💜

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[caption: the only one who can make the off season better🧡]

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princess.yn.ln: my love🥺💜💜 ↪oscarpiastri: i love you🧡🧡 ↪princess.yn.ln: i love you more!!💜💜💜 hattiepiastri: god i love her dresses so much😩😩 ↪oscarpiastri: she says thank you ↪oscarpiastri: and told me to tell you that when you come to the palace you can choose anything to wear ↪hattiepiastri: tell her thank you!! ↪hattiepiastri: also still can't believe that for the next couple of weeks you'll be staying at the palace😩 you're so lucky!! ↪oscarpiastri: i do feel lucky😌 yourbrother: just don't get cold feet!! ↪oscarpiastri: i won't, i promise ↪yourbrother: good! take care of my sister! yourbff: i'll be arriving around 4pm ↪oscarpiastri: thank you so much! ↪yourbff: wouldn't miss it for the world!! landonorris: tell me honestly, when are you planning to make her your wife?? she's perfect ↪oscarpiastri: believe me, i know ↪landonorris: you're dodging the question ↪oscarpiastri: aren't you meant to still be celebrating with your family? ↪landonorris: yeah, but i'm also missing my best friend :( ↪oscarpiastri: 🧡

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princess.yn.ln

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princess.yn.ln: i can add "future mrs. piastri" to my list now! thank you @.yourbff for coordinating everything and letting us have a beautiful night together!

and to the love of my life: you are everything to me and thank you for your beautiful speech! i still can't believe we met less than a year ago, it feels like we've known each other for ages! thank you for always putting up with me and still loving me through it all! i can safely say you're my soulmate and i love you so much!

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oscarpiastri: princess y/n piastri-l/n does have a ring to it!😌🧡

oscarpiastri: and i love you so much more! thank you for everything this season. you're my soulmate!🧡

princess.yn.ln: it does have a nice ring to it😌💜💜

yourbff: girl, you don't know how hard it was to hide this from you😩 i wanted to tell you just how much planning went into this. but i'm so glad that you had a beautiful evening!

princess.yn.ln: it was a dream come true!! thank you so much!!

nicolepiastri: welcome to the family, y/n! we're so happy to have you!

princess.yn.ln: it's my pleasure nicole! you raised an amazing young man and i couldn't be happier!

hattiepiastri: i can't believe our family will be tied to THE ROYAL FAMILY!!

hattiepiastri: and i'm gonna have the princess and FUTURE QUEEN as my sister-in-law😭😭

princess.yn.ln: i'm really lucky to have you guys become a part of our family. you're all so amazing!!

yourbrother: glad to see that my favorite driver didn't get cold feet😌

yourbrother: also i guess congratulations!

princess.yn.ln: thank you, bozo😌💜💜

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oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: guess i'm marrying a princess😌

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princess.yn.ln: oscaar😭 what is this caption??

oscarpiastri: the truth?

princess.yn.ln: you should've let me come up with it😭

oscarpiastri: i think it's clever :)

princess.yn.ln: you're impossible😭

princess.yn.ln: still love you though💜

oscarpiastri: i love you too!🧡

hattiepiastri: you're such a loser

oscarpiastri: thank you

landonorris: i can't believe this is the way you're announcing your engagement😭

landonorris: congrats mate

oscarpiastri: thank you, mate

charles.leclerc: not even a heads up for your father?😭

oscarpiastri: sorry charles

charles.leclerc: still, congratulations! alexandra says she wants to spend a "bride-out" with y/n

oscarpiastri: i'll let her know :)

mclarenracingf1: congratulations oscar!!

yourbrother: thank you for making my big sister happy

oscarpiastri: thank you for allowing me to

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Sidney's got you pinned to the mattress, moving in that way he knows drives you crazy.

He feels so good inside you, stretching you in that perfect, almost-too-much way that has your breath catching in your throat.

Sidney's always been like this, so controlled, so precise, as if he's mapped out every response your body could possibly have. His movements carry a quiet power, each roll of his hips designed to hit that perfect spot inside you over and over again.

You can feel every inch of him like this, the thick, heavy weight of his cock as he moves inside you. The prominent ridge of the head catching on your slick walls with every withdrawal. The pulsing veins drag against your sensitive flesh, creating a friction that makes your toes curl and your mind go blissfully blank with sensation.

It's overwhelming and you're completely lost in the feeling of it.

His hips snap against yours, a little harder this time and a particularly deep thrust has you gasping, your nails digging into the strong muscles of his back.

"Sidney," you whimper, your voice high and breathy. "Oh, god, right there. Please, daddy."

The word slips out before you can stop it, an accidental plea born of pure pleasure. It hangs in the air between you for a split second and your eyes fly open in horror. You feel a wave of heat wash over you, a blush of pure embarrassment.

"Oh my god," you gasp, trying to pull away. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to..."

But he doesn't let you pull away. Instead, he stills inside you, his body going rigid above you. He looks down at you, his expression unreadable for a moment and then a slow, predatory smile spreads across his face.

It's a look you've never seen before, a dark, hungry gleam in his eyes that sends a shiver of anticipation down your spine.

"Don't you dare apologize," he says, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Say it again."

"What?" you ask, your heart pounding in your chest.

"You heard me," he says, his hand coming up to cup your jaw, his thumb stroking your cheek in a gesture that's almost tender, if not for the dominant glint in his eyes. "Say it again. Call me daddy again."

You're speechless. You expected him to be weirded out, to laugh it off or to at least acknowledge the awkwardness of it. But this… this is something else entirely.

"Well?" he prompts, his hips moving in a slow circle, grinding against that perfect spot inside you. Stars explode behind your eyes and you can feel your pussy clenching around him. "Are you going to be a good girl and do as you're told?"

A whimper escapes your lips, your body betraying you. "Daddy," you whisper, the word feeling both foreign and incredibly right on your tongue.

"That's my girl," he praises, his smile widening. "And here I thought you were such a sweet, innocent thing. Turns out you're a dirty little girl, aren't you? Getting off on calling your older boyfriend daddy."

You can only moan in response, your legs wrapping around his waist to pull him even deeper inside you. He chuckles, a low, mocking sound that goes straight to your core.

He starts to move again, his thrusts harder and more demanding than before. He's not holding back anymore, not even a little bit.

"You like that, don't you?" he asks, his voice a rough, filthy whisper against your ear. "You like it when I fuck you like this? When I pound your tight little pussy with my big cock?"

You can only nod, your head thrown back against the pillows as he sets a punishing rhythm, his hips snapping against yours with a force that makes you whimper pathetically.

" I want you to look at me," he commands, his hand tightening on your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. "I want to see those pretty eyes while I'm fucking you. While I'm reminding you who's in charge."

You obey, your eyes locking with his and the intensity you see there is almost enough to push you over the edge.

"Your pussy's so fucking tight, baby," he groans, his voice strained with pleasure. "And so wet. All for daddy."

He hooks his arm under your knee, pulling your leg up and over his shoulder, opening you up to him completely. The new angle is devastating, allowing him to go even deeper, the head of his cock brushing against your cervix with every powerful thrust. You can feel every ridge, every vein of him as he pounds into you, his balls slapping against your ass with a filthy, wet sound.

"Please," you beg, your hands clawing at his back, leaving red marks in their wake. "Please, daddy, don't stop."

"I'm not going to stop," he promises, his voice a low growl. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name. Until the only thing you can say is 'daddy'."

He's true to his word, his hips moving with a relentless, punishing rhythm that has you teetering on the edge of oblivion. You can feel the tension building in your body, an aching need for release that's so strong it's almost painful.

"Please," you whimper, your voice ragged. "I need to come. Please let me come, daddy."

"Not yet," he commands, his free hand coming down to rub circles on your clit, his touch light and teasing. "You're going to come when I tell you to."

You can only moan in response, your body trembling with the effort of holding back, of denying yourself the pleasure you so desperately crave. He's pushing you, testing your limits and you love it. You love every second of it.

"Please," you beg again, your voice a desperate, breathless plea. "Please, daddy, I need it."

"Then take it," he commands, his voice rough with desire. "Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock like a good little girl."

His words, his hands on your sensitive clit and the way he's pounding into you is too much. Your back arches off the bed as a scream rips from your throat. Your pussy clenches around him, waves of pleasure crashing through your body as you're milking his cock.

Sidney's right behind you. One more deep thrust and he's coming too. You feel him pulse inside you, hot and wet. His whole body goes rigid as he buries his face in your neck, groaning your name against your skin. He collapses on top of you, his body trembling and his face buried in your hair where he presses soft kisses against your neck.

For a moment, the only sound is your combined breathing before Sidney lets out a quiet chuckle.

"Well," he murmurs, his voice still thick with pleasure. "That's a new one."

You wrap your arms around him, holding him close, a shy smile on your face. "A good new one?" you ask, your voice a hopeful whisper.