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Request: Ughhh i love your fics! Could I potentially get a fic about max following an enemies with benefits trope?
Pairing: Max Verstappen x Y/N
Words: 4.6k
Warnings: smut, spanking, unprotected sex, minors dni
A/N: sorry this took so long! I really enjoyed writing this, I hope you guys enjoy reading it <3
‘For fucks sake! He cannot be serious!’ You couldn’t help the anger in your voice as you spoke to your race engineer over the radio, trying to keep your focus as you sped round the track. You were currently P2, should’ve been P1 in your opinion but the stewards decided that your rival forcing you off the track didn’t need to be looked at. Your rival was none other than Max Verstappen, and the rivalry wasn’t just confined to the racetrack.
Max and yourself had been competing against each other for years now, having competed against each other in karting and then moved up in your careers beside each other. Yet, the longer you spend together, the more the hatred seemed to grow between you. It was clear to anyone who looked at the pair of you that you both had incredible levels of natural talent when it came to racing, and this meant you spent more than a decade being compared to each other.
warning: mature! nsfw content warnings below the cut.
pairing: max verstappen x horner!reader
summary: it was not morally correct to have sex dreams about your father’s golden driver. but every time you see him, you knew he was the one to give you what you wanted. sheltered your whole life, you could visualize every single thing you wanted him to do to you. this feeling wasn’t forever, but it was dominating your brain. he wasn’t the one but he was the one for you right now.
word count: 8.8k
a/n: the first in the s(ex) tapes collection! listen to the playlist here while you read or after. i hope you enjoy! ♡♡♡
content warning: christian horner, horner!reader, sex dreams, fingering, oral (f receiving), power dynamic (if you squint?), loss of virginity, lots of pet names and praise, penetration, SAFE SEX (because we love sex ed here)
A hand creeps up your dress, your breath hitching in your throat. There’s a snicker from the person in front of you, blue eyes staring at your flushed face intensely. You recognized that voice, the accent thick in his words as dirty talk fell from his lips. Movement from his fingers were enough to drive you insane, inexperienced and vulnerable to… Max?!
Holy shit. You were getting finger fucked by your father’s golden boy. Your eyebrows furrow at the sensation, a small croak that was almost a moan escaping you much to Max’s amusement.
“I like when you make noises,” His voice is husky, “Especially when they’re because of me…” This couldn’t be real, you knew it wasn’t real. God help you if it was.
Max is cursing under his breath as he watches you squirm from his touch, whimpers falling from your own lips. “(Y/N)…” you tried to reply to him but he just repeated, “(Y/N)… wake up!”
It’s your step mother, shaking you awake. Shaking you awake from a sex dream. A sex dream about your father’s most treasured driver. Geri had a sweet smile painted on her face, tucking your hair behind your ear. “I was worried about you when you didn’t come for breakfast, did you sleep okay?”
Geri was the sweetest, you couldn’t ask for a better bonus mother in your life. Although you almost wanted to curse at her for interrupting one of the more stimulating dreams you’ve had. Sleepily though, you nod and rub your eyes with a yawn.
She presses a kiss to your temple before speaking, “You let me know if you’re hungry, yeah?”
“Thanks Ger,” you smile drowsily at your step-mother, “I will do.”
And with that, your step mother leaves you alone with your thoughts once more. It’s your first time spending an F1 season fully with your dad, being too busy with school to even think about bailing. But graduating early because of all your summer schooling paid off, earning praise from your peers and family beyond belief.
Travelling as the prized Horner child was almost a reward for your efforts. A graduate of marketing meant you had a keen eye on what made people buy and that was a major asset to the team. You insisted that you didn’t need to be paid and that the experience is enough but your father insisted… so you now have a lump sum in your bank account. It wasn’t a bad thing by any means, you just didn’t want people to think you were a nepotist baby.
It was one of the session breaks between weekends, making you stuck at home with your father, Geri, and the lot of siblings you had. Time had passed away from you being at school, originally shocked at how big the little ones were getting. You were thankful to spend at least some of your time with them, and especially Geri. Who else could say they had a Spice Girl as a stepmother? It was a great fact at college parties.
However, with as much focus as you had on school, you had no time for dating. And yet? All your friends were getting married and having babies while all you had was dirty romance novels, your virginity, and a terrible first kiss story. And apparently, now sex dreams about people who work for your father? God. Not good.
Seeing him face to face on the paddock after this could easily be the most amusing event or most embarrassing moment of your life. How are you going to look him in the eyes knowing the thoughts you had about him? Does he have the same thoughts? Of course not. Who would dream about their boss’ daughter? Max doesn’t feel like that type.
With it being just your luck, you unfortunately find yourself face to face with the Dutchman in the paddock as soon as you get there. Despite his reputation in the media occasionally, you knew he was the complete opposite in real life. Still fiercely competitive, though he had a huge soft side to him. You never noticed how his eyes light up whenever he sees you around during a race weekend.
Max sure as hell noticed how your demeanor changes when the two of you are alone versus when others are around… especially when your father is around. The shyness seems to melt away from around you the moment the two of you were alone. There was a part of you that didn’t want to admit you had a small crush on the Dutch kid, the mere thought of him making you want to tug your lip between teeth.
On his face he wore an endearing smile, looking both thrilled and amused seeing that you made it to the race. “Here to cheer me on?” It’s a joke, though you respond with a delayed laugh realizing you never reacted to what he said and chose to stare at his lips instead.
God… you wondered what that mouth would do… what it could do. “I guarantee I’ll win… so prepare to celebrate later.” The ego that Max wore with pride was so fucking attractive and you couldn’t place why.
Before you could stop it falling from your lips, you reply more flirtatious than intended. “Maybe if you do well… there could be a reward?” A flush instantly paints over your whole face once the words leave your mouth, eyes darting around to make sure no one else is around you and your massive crush.
His laugh was so charming, clutching at his stomach after what you said. “Do I want to know what reward the daughter of my boss has for me?” Max looks directly at you, an eyebrow cocked up waiting for a response.
“Guess you’ll have to win to find out…” With a wink, you pivot away from Max and walk away. You weren’t too sure of where that confidence came from, usually you were a shy blubbering mess around him… unlike how you were with his teammates before.
Ever since that conversation in the hallway, something changed between the two of you that weekend. It wasn’t just in the way the two of you interacted with each other but it carried over into your subconscious, creeping into every fucking dream you had that weekend. It was absolutely unholy, unacceptable even. The fact that he seemed to live in every corner of your mind made you groan in both frustration and rage.
Thankfully, your family lets you have a hotel room of your own instead of sharing a suite with them. You loved them, yes. You also loved privacy; not just for reasons that you're embarrassed about but also because you needed it. Almost instantly after the first confrontation with Max you locked yourself in your room, quoting jet lag and some sick feeling in your stomach. They bought your excuses luckily, letting you both avoid Max in person again and confront whatever thoughts you were plagued with. Besides, you hated galas anyways.
Back against the closed door, your hand moved over your mouth reeling at the words you spoke just moments before. It’s not the fact that you’ve never been that confident in situations like that before– it was the fact that your dad was Max’s fucking boss. If these thoughts didn’t kill you, your father surely would if you ever tried to make them real.
There were parts about your attraction to Max that you couldn’t explain. Blue eyes were your weakness, and of course he just had to have a pair that you could drink up all day long. So rich in colour and emotion with every subtle movement he made. You knew these thoughts weren’t permanent, you were just fresh in the paddock with the hormones of a teenage boy due to your unwanted celibacy in university thanks to studying. It’s left unsaid, but you knew deep down that you stared at him too long each time he caught your gaze or that you seemed to have memorized the placement of every freckle and mole on his face.
Guilt plagued you as you found yourself touching yourself later that night to the thought of him. Where the fuck did these feelings come from anyways? Max has definitely matured since you’ve last seen him… and you suppose he could say the same about you. You were no longer the teenager who saw life with rose-coloured glasses, and he wasn’t the awkward kid who only knew how to talk about racing anymore.
In all honesty, there weren't many years that separated the two of you physically. You found more of the differences in your emotions, intelligence, and attitude toward literally anything. Max’s ability to be determined about anything is something you respected about him in comparison to your meek demeanor. Thinking about his personality, having those simple thoughts turn you on made you realize that these feelings were worse than you originally thought. Surviving this weekend was going to be hell.
Free practice day wasn’t exciting, too busy to breathe and think about anything else besides work. It didn’t entirely stop you from stealing glances at some of the monitors to observe what Max did best. Working with marketing involved either sitting around the motorhomes editing social media content, reaching out to investors and sponsors for potential brand deals, planning merchandise– you practically did everything behind the scenes that made the fans love all of the drivers the way they did. Luckily, most of your paperwork this weekend involved you carrying your laptop with you like it was your child… It basically was.
Guilty as charged, you promptly choose your seat in the garages entirely avoiding the quiet of the motorhome for the buzz of the pit lane. If you didn’t have ulterior motives, it would’ve been a struggle choosing between Sergio’s side and Max’s side of the garages… but it was you. Of course you were going to choose Max.
The girl with her father’s face perched in the corner of a garage, cross-legged with a laptop open and balancing on them wasn’t a distraction to the pit-crew considering how used to you they’ve become. However, even if you didn’t notice, Max’s breath hitched in his throat every time he saw you. That new habit was only exasperated when he didn’t expect you to be sitting right there.
Fingers tapped away at the keys, too “focused” on potential ideas to make it seem like you weren’t waiting for Max to approach you. He didn’t want to notice how your eyes flicker between taking in his appearance and failing at making it look like you didn’t notice him, but you did. To him, there was just something charming and endearing about you hiding behind your laptop screen as if he didn’t realize you sat here on purpose.
Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, hair matting together from the moisture. It’s amusing to Max that you think he doesn’t notice how your gaze crawls up his frame, soaking in the imagery of the navy fireproofs clung to his torso and racing suit around his hips. With the way both of your eyes seemed to darken at the sight of each other, it should’ve been a sure fire sign that any move made on each other would end in tragedy.
In your head, you were practically ripping the skin-tight garment off the Dutch man’s body. Fingertips tingle at the mere thought of running the pads over his smooth, toned skin. Fuck. You were biting your lip, in front of everyone at the garage, thinking of getting laid by the hottest commodity in motorsport lately. Max couldn’t lie if someone asked if he was thinking the same about you, your gazes meeting as his eyebrows raise. Lips tingled as he brushed his fingers over the flesh, passing it off as if he was scratching his facial hair. His mind was running rampant with everything that he wanted to do to you. Things you wouldn’t forget if you gave him the honour.
Max knew he shouldn’t be thinking this about his team principal’s daughter; but he’s looked at her this way since they were younger. The shy, socially awkward kid entirely endeared by how loving and bubbly one person could be just after a single introduction. You still had that quality about you, a dazzling personality that he was ultimately jealous and envious over. Media and fans alike both know that he isn’t the best in the communication department but yet you and your team made him look like a professional in just under one season. Maybe his lack of skills lead to such a long, strung out fight within himself over how he felt for you. You were too good for him anyways, he’s convinced himself of that.
You continue with the act of looking surprised to see him, “What’s up, superstar?” An endearing nickname you’ve managed to stick to him, only becoming truly accurate after he won his first championship. Sliding over slightly, you pat the spot beside you.
“What’re you doing in the garages?” Max laughed, voice cracking at the end of the question. Eyes flickered to his lips, watching how they moved with each syllable he spoke. It took half a second too long to register what he asked you, but luckily Max didn’t point your obvious silence out.
“Trying to get inspiration…” You shrugged before putting your laptop to the side and tucking yourself into your knees.
“...For?” He plopped himself beside you, a small grunt as he jumped up onto the counter you claimed as home base. God, is that what he sounds like? You can’t let your mind wander like this, especially when he was right beside you.
“Social media stuff… It’s what we’re known for, but I think we’re running out of ideas so I wanted to see what we could create during the busier part of the weekend content wise.” It wasn’t a lie at all, really. You truly thought the marketing and media needed a facelift after the old marketing manager stepped down. You just didn’t plan on actively thinking of ideas this very moment as an excuse to watch him in his favourite environment.
Surprisingly, Max agrees with what you said. “I mean… we’ve been doing the same format for too long if you think about it. I can’t really argue with your logic, you gotta let me know what you come up with though… Gotta give me the best options and Checo the worst.” The Dutchman wiggled his eyebrows before giving you a smile.
“Ah… Can’t play favourites now.” You tease, the two of you already knowing you preferred him over Sergio any day. His attention is pulled away soon after your interaction, Max giving you an apologetic smile as he turns to speak with the engineers. As if you were never there, you sneak out before he is caught up with what they were saying. You felt the need to keep a sense of mystery for Max. Not that you had really anything mysterious about you, you could try.
The rest of the practice sessions and time spent between the track and the hotel consisted of longing gazes from each party. You picked up on a tension forming but you had no idea it was because he felt so much for you. A part of you convinced yourself that he was getting annoyed with how you hovered this weekend with a bad excuse as an accessory. There was something about how both of your breaths would tremble in the presence of each other.
Max had been waiting for some sort of sign for too long that he even had a chance with someone like you. Your recent confidence and flirtatious behavior was more than enough of a sign to move in than anything he’s experienced with you before. The lack of eye contact and clear flush on your face was enough to say it all as you directed both him and Sergio around the media pen. In your head, you prayed that no one picked up on your nervous energy around two men you were supposed to be absolutely collected with. Well, only one of them made you anxious if you were to admit the truth– but to people who didn’t know you closely the choice wasn’t as obvious.
If you were to continue being good at your job, you had to nip this crush in the bud before it bloomed into something controllable. For some reason, your plan involved being alone with him… In a room… To talk? Maybe it wasn’t the brightest idea but if nothing happened then you knew you were in the clear. If nothing happened then you knew that you were making up all of the little actions you thought were signals in your brain. If nothing happened then you knew you were just projecting because you were lonely.
You were repeating this in your head as if it was some sort of mantra, completely unfocused on where you were walking. Searching high and low for the world champion yourself, eventually you caved into the idea of asking others where he was. No one really questioned you, though they were unsure as well. It wasn’t until you asked one of the mechanics that you finally were questioned about why.
“Just to run an idea by him for marketing…” The lie slipped from your lips with ease, you were getting too good at this. Either that or your job was supremely easy to lie about.
“Do you want me to find Checo too? Where do you want to meet them?” Panic was almost revealed from your expression, shaking your head a little too fast and shooting down the mechanic’s offer.
“No, no…” A nervous laugh, “It’s just an idea that’s more Max’s avenue anyhow…” Luckily for you, the mechanic bought your piss poor excuse and shrugged it off directing you toward Max’s driver room. Of course. An obvious place for him to be before qualifying– what if you fuck up his qualifying by gaging the situation between you for your own needs? No one would know… or accuse you… right? Even if you weren’t Horner’s daughter, they wouldn’t have a reason to pin it on you.
There wasn’t even time for you to knock on the door, Max opening the door to almost tumblr over your smaller frame. His blue eyes blink down at you, startled at first but immediately apologizing for almost knocking you sideways. A laugh stops him from continuing to spill sorrys from his mouth. “Are you busy?” You questioned, giving a nervous smile.
Max shakes his head, “Nope… just heard someone outside my door but didn’t think they were… right there I guess…” The Dutchman gestures for you to come into the room, clearly not nervous about the two of you being alone together. Maybe you were overthinking this, maybe not. Stepping in, you rock back and forth between the balls of your feet to the heels.
“I uh… I… wanted to run an idea by you?” You didn’t sound confident whatsoever, eyes darting all around his driver’s room to avoid eye contact. Tucking a stray hair behind your ear, you wait for his response. Instead you were greeted with him closing the door behind the two of you and chuckling to himself.
“What idea?” He had that stupid cocky smirk that you wanted to wipe off his face. You swallow the saliva stuck in your mouth and clear your throat before speaking as he leans against the door frame. It was hard not to let your eyes roam as he wore the same tight fireproofs again.
“I was uh–” You clear your throat again, breaths shallow. The small room began to feel smaller the more you realized how fucked you were. “–I was thinking of doing a small video series of what you do before races… Just you though, not uh… not Checo.”
“Why not Checo too?” He moved closer to you, “Thought you said you weren’t picking favourites, Y/N…”
You hold your composure, straightening your posture and taking another deep breath. “Not picking favourites, just thinking about who does better on our… on our social media.” Max raises his eyebrows at the statement and the fact you were biting at your lower lip as he moved closer. Your heart was practically banging against your chest, each pump more violent than the last.
“Well some might say you are…” Max teased, “But I can’t blame you when I’m clearly the prettier one…” The two of you were practically face to face now, Max being unable to deny his racing heart as well. He swore you’d be able to hear it clear as day if your own heartbeat wasn’t ringing in your ears.
“Yup…” You agree, popping the p at the end for emphasis. When your gaze meets for the first time this close, something just clicks between the two of you. Eyebrows furrow as you feel the cool touch of his hand resting against your cheek. “Wha-”
Before you could even question his actions, Max was leaning in and hovering just before fully making contact with your lips. He felt how nervous you were now, tense in his touch, breath stuck in your throat. “We shouldn’t…” Max breathes out, though not moving away from you quite yet. Both his breath and stubble tickle your sensitive skin, a hand sliding up to run a finger down his jawline.
“But… what if I want you to?” With that, Max sighs. You knew his resolve was fading fast, barely having the focus to continue weighing the pros and cons of kissing his boss’ daughter. Just as your lips were about to touch, a familiar voice echoed down the empty halls of the residence. Your eyes widened and breath trembled, hearing as Christian made his way toward Max’s room.
Instantly, your hand drops from his face before you stumble and nearly fall over into his closet. There was a moment of fear and genuine consideration about hiding in the small cupboards or closet but realized you’d probably make the situation worse than it already looked. It was probably easier to just keep your original fib.
The two of you manage to compose yourselves before he knocks on the thin door. Shaking hands smooth out any wrinkles that could have appeared in the shirt. Max opens the door with you acting surprised to see your father standing behind it. Silent prayers from the two of you that he either didn’t question this or believed every word from his daughter’s mouth. Words refuse to register in your brain, hardly making out what your father was telling Max. You eventually figured out that Max had to get out to the garages to prepare. The rest of your day after that was a piss poor attempt at forgetting that ever happened.
It was clear that Max didn’t want to move on with the way he was trying to get contact with you. Convinced all your problems would leave if you repressed these dumb feelings or just ignored them. This is beginning to feel like a cycle for the two of you lately, a cruel one at that. The two of you are close, someone has awkward feelings, you dwell on it for too long before pretending it’s normal and the cycle continues.
Text after unread text, Max eventually gave up for the night. Somehow, he was convinced he’s managed to fuck his whole professional relationship and personal friendship with you up. He didn’t realize that you were battling your own feelings and trying to push them down without even considering the fact that he felt the same. However, the one text you managed to force yourself to look at read: If I win, will you still give me my prize?
That cheeky bastard. Cursing to yourself, you type back a reply to that text only. Leaving his other questions and attempts unanswered, Max knew you weren’t mad but the fear still laid deep in his bones. His anxieties were laid to rest for the time being after hearing his phone chime after waiting around like a lovesick puppy. Only if you win is all the text read.
Were you really going to do this? You whine to yourself as your mind wanders thinking of the memory of his lips almost on yours. It was a phantom pain at this point, fingers ghosting over your lips and chin missing the tickle of the stubble. This was nothing more than lust between the two of you. Nothing more than lust, nothing less than a chemical attraction to each other. It was your hormones driving you to the most convenient option in your life (at least, that’s what you convinced yourself despite the abundance of dating apps in the world). He wasn’t the one for you, he never was going to be. He was the one for you right now, there were no other feelings attached. You swore to yourself that there was nothing else there. The lust between the two of you and the desire to share your first time with someone you trusted was enough of a motivation to approach him. Besides, he could do so much better than his boss’ daughter– his reputation would never recover from that.
Most of race day went by as a blur for you, your mind too preoccupied with the thought of what his prize was. You knew it was obvious he was going to win after receiving pole position, though for once a guilty part of your brain hoped that he would have to retire to save your dignity. Though, seeing how well he was doing this year was also enough for that part of your brain to stay quiet. You knew he wanted to win, not just to see your prize, but to hold the title once more. Something like that is something you refused to let your selfish thoughts ruin for him.
The moment he crossed the finish line however, is when you felt your heart drop into your stomach. Both nausea and excitement came in a wave over your body, losing balance for a moment in an attempt to take in what just happened. Joining the rest of the team to celebrate and greet him was a risky move, but you wanted to make it known that you were keeping your word.
Everything moved in slow motion as Max took off his helmet, shaking the sweat-coated bangs out of his eyes. Gazes meet each other from a distance, though somehow his stare burns straight through you. His lip quirks into a smile before he greets the crew, purposely hugging the section you were huddled into the longest. From afar it was never noticeable but when you were tracking every move of each other— you noticed.
The expression on his face after pulling away is one that will be burned into your memory forever. Blue eyes twinkle in the low light of the ambiance of the night race, focusing on no one besides you. You could’ve sworn you felt your heart skip a beat as he turned away from you to head to the cool down room. If you blinked, you would’ve missed the small wink Max shoots you before disappearing.
Illuminated by the backlights of the podium, all eyes were on him but his eyes could only focus on you. His undivided attention was overwhelming, no one noticing the way your limbs trembled with anxiety or how your palms grew clammy. There was something mesmerizing about the way he moved around the stage, champagne raining down and glistening under the lights. This holy image painted before your eyes only solidified Max Emilian Verstappen as the Red Bull golden child.
Meeting him in the halls post-race once all media obligations were done was the most dreaded part of your evening. Not because you didn’t want to see him, but because you were terrified of being alone with him. The last time you tried to face this fear it backfired on you with him nearly catching your lips with his in a chaste kiss. You knew the next time he had the chance, the kiss would be anything but chaste.
“So…” A familiar Dutch accent whispers behind you, “What’s my prize, Ms Horner?”
“I would rather you not refer to me like you’re speaking to my deceased mother, Max…” There’s a chuckle before you pivot to face him, the height difference becoming apparent to the two of you instantly. Raised eyebrows from Max as he gazed downward, curiosity written all over his face as a mischievous grin crept on to his lips.
“I never realized how small you were…” A finger taps your nose while your face is angled toward his. This was a side of Max that the media didn’t get to see– the charming, tender-hearted side hidden beneath his competitive mask. You scrunch your nose in reply, a lip jutting out in a pout as if you were trying to protest his claim.
“We shouldn’t be standing like this in the open…” It’s almost a mumble as your gaze travels around the space the two of you occupied.
“You scared someone will see?” You knew Max was teasing, rolling your eyes now at his comment. “We could go sit in my driver’s room and you can tell me what my prize is because you still haven’t told me–”
“Fine. Yes.” You agree by turning the direction of his room, “Room. Private.”
A smaller hand grasped at his larger one, pulling the two of you along until you reached his door. You didn’t hear the click of the lock behind both of you, the sound of your own heartbeat drowning out any other noise. For the most part, your anxieties have settled after being out of sight from anyone who could get you in trouble. Though entering his driver’s room again seemed to have solved one problem… but it brought on an onslaught of problems along with it.
Max laughed to himself as he watched you pace around the small parameter of the room. Your arms were crossed over your chest, eyes blinking rapidly as you thought of what to say. All of your dreams that involved him were rushing back into your memory, the phantom sensation of how you dreamt of his touch on your skin. Brushing your fingers over your lower lip, your gaze reaches his amused stare.
“What’s the prize, liefje?” His voice was soft as he leaned against the door frame, temporarily breaking you out of your nervous trance.
Stutters were all that fell out of your mouth, full words somehow not processing enough in your brain to be able to coherently voice your thoughts. All of the longing stares from across the room, pining for each other, flirtatious jabs… they all lead up to this moment. And yet? You couldn’t even bring yourself to speak the truth of it all.
His tender, loving smile… it was somehow still teasing. Your breath hitched as Max moved closer to you, lip trembling with each inhale and exhale. All you could register was his hand cupping your cheek as your eyelids fluttered closed. There’s electricity in his touch, the same buzz you felt throughout your body just before qualifying. “Does your prize include a kiss?” It’s an innocent question that has you nodding into the palm of his hand. Max laughed in response, the warmth of his breath tickling your lips ever so slightly as he hovered.
He starts off slow, both of his calloused hands moving to hold your face in his gentle grasp, lips ghosting over yours. The moment his lips finally pressed over your own is the moment you felt warmth throughout your body and tingling every limb. Dainty hands found a home resting on his hips just above where his race suit was tied clumsily as you eagerly pressed into the kiss. Every inch of you felt electrified, disbelief clouding your brain that this wasn’t just another one of your dreams.
You were standing on your toes, confidence flourishing with each subtle movement of your lips against each other. Max knew there was something deeper than lust sitting in your kiss, but a part of him knew you’d never admit that as easily as he would. Untying the arms of his race suit, you were impatient and flustered to shed at least one layer from him.
“So there’s more than just a lucky kiss, mm?” Max eggs you on, aiding you in shoving the heavier layer into a pool of fabric on the floor.
“Maybe?” Nervous laughter against the nape of his neck as the two of you take a moment to breathe. You wanted more, you really did. The only thing stopping you was the secret you let loom over your head the longer you avoided speaking about it. Virginity was a stupid construct, at least you thought– but if you were going to have someone take it per se, you’d rather it be someone you trusted.
A part of you thought this would just be stress relief for him, attempting not to read into the kisses you’ve been sharing. They felt too tender to be nothing to him, but maybe he just considered you a good friend. Every inch of your body felt so small in his grasp, the world champion holding you as if you could break under too much pressure.
“We only go as far as you want…” Max speaks breathlessly, tucking hair behind your ear. “Besides, there’s much better places to give prizes than in a stuffy driver’s room…”
“But why wait to give the winner a prize when he can receive it right now?” You could almost choke on your words as they fell from your lips. Against his skin, you could feel how his vocal chords vibrated as he laughed. A gentle kiss against the warm skin of his neck, another along his jaw before Max looks down at you in surprise.
“If the prize… is what I think it is…” Max clears his throat, clearly affected by your now roaming hands. “... then I’ve been waiting for this moment for too long.”
Realization over his statement didn’t immediately settle in, the cogs and gears in your brain turning and struggling to process the fact that he just admitted he’s been waiting for you. When the thought finally sinks in, you take a step away from him. Rapidly blinking and rubbing at your eyes to make sure you weren’t dreaming– it earned confusion from the other but he eventually found amusement in it.
“Is it that hard to believe that I like you?” It comes out as a laugh, though you know the question is genuine. You shrug, hands gliding down the thin fabric of the fireproofs. It would be better with these things off— but did you want to rush this? Did he have other places to be? The confidence you’ve tried to build was fizzling as you second guessed every touch on his body.
“I mean… kind of?” Your answer to his rhetorical question surprised him. “You don’t really expect the person you have sex dreams about for months to actually reciprocate—”
“You dreamt about me?” A flush grew on your cheeks, eyes quickly darting away from meeting his gaze. He wasn’t supposed to know about that but… it slipped.
“Yes.” It’s a mutter, almost under your breath but not quite. “The dumb daughter of your boss is so desperate to finally be touched by someone she shoves all her fantasies onto someone that she works for too…”
The word vomit that fell from your lips still seemed to amuse Max, his hand reaching out to turn your face toward him. “Can I show you the things that I’ve thought about?”
“But that’s not a prize for you…”
“How do you know that what I want to do isn’t my favourite thing in the world?” Those words of his, spoken in a hush with a husky whisper, could’ve melted you into a puddle right there. “Only if you want to… No one is going to look for us… told them to leave me alone.”
“I want to…” Looking up at him through your lashes, the Dutchman sighs happily. His gaze asks for permission to untuck your blouse and slide it off your body. Nervously, you agree with a small nod and let him help you peel the fabric off to the floor. He gasps slightly at the sight of you, eyes darkening as they meet your gaze again.
Kissing again and it felt so fucking good, teeth nipping gently at your pulse point. It was almost like a hidden button, each suckle and pinch provoking a whimper to fall. Hands move from his shoulders and to the crown of his head before tangling in the dirty blonde strands. Your movements contrasted his own, hands gripping your now bare hips as lips moved to your clavicle.
He was in dangerous territory now, hovering just above the valley of your breasts. Eyebrows raise as if he’s asking permission once more, you smile and nod. The sensation of his warm breath tickling your exposed skin raised goosebumps. Max probably heard your heart thumping in your chest, the rhythm akin to an 808. With bated breath, you let the straps of your bra slide down your arms so he could easily strip you down further.
There is something devious in his smile as he reaches behind to unclasp the garment, a sharp inhale as he takes in the sight of you. “Shit…” The curse under Max’s breath was one of the hottest things you’ve ever heard. Reaching out with your own hands, you struggle at attempting to tug the snug layer of the fireproof off his body.
As soon as you saw the navy fall to the floor, curious hands trace the lines of his toned body only to be cut off by the taller one kneeling down to be eye level with your chest. Kitten licks and sloppy kisses were peppered all over the tender flesh as you stumbled backward at the sensation. Max found one of his hands resting on the small of your back to steady your balance, kissing down your body moving on quickly from your breasts— he was more of an ass man anyways.
Gesturing his head to the side, Max was trying to move the two of you to a poor excuse of some sort of bed in the corner of the space. You shuffle to the cushion, plopping down and reaching greedily for Max the instant he seemed too far away from you. It didn’t take much for him to lean back into you anyways; pulling you into another intense kiss while he’s on his knees in front of you.
“I’ll show you what I imagined,” whispered in your ear, hands holding the weight of your breasts as you sigh. “As long as you tell me what you imagined. Tell me what you like, baby…”
There’s a whimper as you feel his touch glide down, the sound of your button being popped open shooting nerves and anxiety throughout your whole body. Your silence was noticeable enough for Max to stop his movements– “You have to tell me what you thought of baby… otherwise I’m not going to do anything… I have to know…”
A shake of your head, cursing under your breath for his deviousness. “I thought of how you–”
He smiled at how you began to speak, clicking his tongue to signal you to lift your hips up for him. “Up, up…” Sighs fall from your lips matched with a shiver at the sudden temperature change on your skin. That cheeky smile of Max’s was going to be the death of you.
“– I thought of how your touch would feel…” The boy drags a finger lazily up and down your bare thigh, teasingly close to the part of you that ached the most. He hums in agreement, coaxing you to continue speaking. “... Thought of your fingers… thought of them inside me…”
That sentence seemed to intrigue him, pursing his lips with knitted brows as he tested the waters by dragging a finger just between your folds. “Thought about how… thought about–” You couldn’t even finish your thoughts, honing in on the sensation of lazy circles being drawn on your clit.
“That nice?” Max’s lisp was getting more prominent the more the two of you spoke in hushed tones. You adored how he spoke, the lisp and the Dutch accent mingling into the most heavenly sound you’ve ever heard. It’s a quick and curt nod that turns into throwing your head back against your shoulders after his finger dips in ever so slightly.
“T-teasing is so mean…” You were a mess already and he’s barely touched you, Max relished in the sight as if it was the last thing he could possibly get to enjoy. The snicker he let out almost seemed crueller than his teasing was; you now realizing where he was placed with the skin of your thigh vibrating from his laughter.
Vision blurring as he continued on, memory hazy and the only coherent glimpse you remember is his eyes staring into yours just above your pubic bone. If anyone asked, you wouldn’t be able to tell them how long this whole ordeal lasted. The slick sounds of him working you filled the air of the small space, whimpers being muffled behind your own fist in fear of getting caught despite Max assuring you that was far from close to happening. Flat tongue, pointed tongue… Flicking and fluttering– there was no movement he left untried to hear you call out his name.
Stories of your inappropriate dreams continue to fall from your lips while you weren’t busy trying to hide the noises he was coaxing out of you. It was everything Max has wanted since he first laid eyes on you all those years ago, making you feel like this. The ego boost he got from you admitting you dreamt about him was undeniable and only fueled his own desire.
The praise falling from his lips confused you due to the fact… he was the one making you feel good and not the other way around. Regardless, the words sparked something within you… lighting up your insides with a warm glow. “What else do you want, baby?” Max is moving up from between your legs now, chin slick with you before he’s whispering into your ears. “You must want more than just my fingers, sweet girl…”
“I want you…” You breathe, nerves bundling in the pit of your stomach once more. It’s true that you wanted him– but you were scared. Would it hurt? You’ve always heard that it would hurt but with the way his fingers stretched you out, you had no idea what to think anymore.
“How so?” Max was teasing you again, you knew that. A tender kiss placed on your lips, tasting yourself all over him– the kiss was hungry as his large hand grasped the back of your neck. You couldn’t help but let your gaze trail down to the growing bulge in the thin fabric below. Oh. He really did enjoy hearing what you wanted… and what you thought about. “You want me inside you?”
A frantic nod before he stops your movements by putting his forehead to yours, smiling. Yeah, there was something more than lust between the two of you. The gazes, the tender touches– it wasn’t just seduction and a quick meaningless fuck.
Eyebrows knit together as your mouth falls slack feeling his fingers dance around your clit again, everything still worked up from before. He continues to rest against your forehead, slowly pushing his fingers back into your warmth. “Use your words, liefje..”
“N-no… not just your fingers… I know you want it too…” It’s a whine as you squirm, foreheads still connected as you struggle to keep your eyes open. Dutch curses fall from his lips, cheeks growing warm and flushed as you continue to squirm against him. Dainty hand reaching out to palm him softly, a hushed whimper rewarding you in return.
“Only if you want to…” Max whispers, eyes closed now matching yours as the two of you just feel each other. This is perhaps the most vulnerable you’ve ever seen him, you wanted to drink it in.
“Haven’t I made it obvious that I do?” The question comes out as a breathy laugh, your free hand moving to caress the side of his face once more. This would either turn into the most beautiful moment of your life or the moment you would regret for the rest of your life. Max was going to be the one for you right now– but would he be the one? After all of this, you decided that’s when you’d worry about the logistics and intricacies of whatever relationship you’ve fumbled into. “Do you… have anything?”
“Protection?” Somehow, Max attempting to clarify what you meant sounded so innocent and genuine. You couldn’t place your finger on why it registered that way, it just did. “Y-yeah, yeah I do…” He’s clearing his throat now, adjusting himself to slide his fingers out of you and reach for his wallet hanging on one of the side shelves. The loss of contact makes you whine with Max hushing you and pulling the foil packet out of his wallet.
“Be gentle?” You whisper, looking at him with knitted brows. Chewing on your lip out of a nervous habit, your gaze was fixated on how he slid the rest of his outfit down his toned legs. Crinkling of the foil tickled your eardrums, breath hitched in anticipation. In your mind, he looked akin to some sort of god despite being basked in stale lights in the motorhome. Though, it felt sacrilegious to say considering the acts you were about to commit.
A huff as he slides the condom, turning back to face you with rosy cheeks. “I would never hurt you… We go at your pace…”
Those words made you blush, the bar practically on the floor for that to be the standards that make you lose your mind. Once Max made sure it was secure over his length, he moved to hover over you with a soft kiss. Gentle hands turn you to lay fully flat against the small cushion, the more experienced making sure everything was comfortable and perfect for you.
“You ready?” Spoken into your lips, feeling how hot each other’s skin felt against each other. Instead of speaking, you opt to hum your agreement– all of this was overwhelming for the first time but you couldn’t have chosen a better person to share it with.
A sharp inhale from him as he pushes into you slowly, a hand running up and down your thigh in attempts to comfort you. Your eyes screw shut, breath hitched and held in your throat as he stretched you out. “I know, I know…” He whispers, squeezing your thigh lightly. Whining as he bottoms out, the sensation feels both uncomfortable and euphoric at the same time. The breath you were holding releases with a tiny gasp, eyes blinking open to meet his blue ones.
“Is that good?” Voice trembling as he stays buried inside you.
“Y-yeah…” It’s a pleased sigh, finally feeling comfortable with the stretch below. Max takes this as a sign to begin moving, hips tilting back before angling back toward you. The pattern continues for a while until he catches you smiling, the pace finally enough to coax small pants from your swollen lips. It’s encouraging to him, movements picking up a faster tempo as he grunts between clenched teeth.
There’s something affectionate about the rhythm he’s created; it was enough to get you off but not too much to hurt you. Both of your skin grew clammy with each thrust, sweat on your brows from how close your bodies were. One of your hands grip at the side of the cushion while the other dug nails into the soft flesh of Max’s neck.
Profanities escaping both of you as the ache between your thighs grew, heat pooling in the pit of your stomach signaling that you were close. With an arched back and a withering body beneath him, Max savoured the feeling of you clenching around him. If he could stay in this moment forever, he would. Never would he admit this out loud, but the euphoria in this moment almost beat the feeling of Abu Dhabi last year.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful…” A purred praise from his lips, words as sweet as honey. “Sweet girl, you are so fucking beautiful…”
Sweet girl, an unexpected pet name from him. Though you didn’t hate it, if anyone else dared to call you the same? You’d scoff and turn away. It was magical coming from his lips, eyes twinkling as if you were every star in the whole sky sitting in his grasp.
No pet names fell from your lips, only his name. Max didn’t care though, hearing his name being cried out was more than enough to fuel his ego. You were dripping under him, sounds of his name and wet movements filling the air as Max felt his abdomen grow tighter– knowing his release was approaching.
“Max…” You sputter, eyebrows knitted together and mouth agape. Your nails were going to leave a permanent scar at this point with how hard you gripped into him. “Close…” Words didn’t make sense anymore, your vision blurring again as it did before.
“Yeah?” His grip on your thigh tightened as his pace increased, “Tell me if it’s too much, baby… wanna make you feel good…” Frantic nods from you again as his hips snap into yours, composure slipping from your grasp with each passing moment.
As your eyes roll back and strangled gasps escape your throat, Max continues to curse to himself. “So fucking beautiful… I love you so fucking much…”
In your haze, you couldn’t tell if those words were something you imagined or something Max actually admitted to. “I love you so fucking much.” This time the statement is said with certainty, feeling how his cock twitched inside you. Walls shattering down for Max as the World Champion falls apart on top of you, spilling into the condom with whimpers and sighs. You continued to ride out your own high, clenching around him and seemingly milking him dry.
Silence fills the air for the first time in a long time, the only noise being both of you attempting to catch your breath. He stays inside you as he composes himself, huffing with intense eye contact. Though, his gaze wasn’t rough by any means. Max stared at you with love. As if he truly meant those words he spat out in his vulnerable state.
“Did you mean that?” It’s a whisper, scared that speaking louder would ruin the moment. Fear paralyzed you as he didn’t answer, choosing to slide out of you and discard the condom in silence. You chew on your lip, wondering if you did anything wrong. Maybe your thoughts were wrong, maybe this was Max full of lust–
“I want…” Max clears his throat with a nervous laugh, moving to grab a towel and fresh underwear for both himself and you. “... I want…”
His reluctance surprised you, considering he’s never been this way with you. Careful, tender strokes of the damp towel as he moves to clean you up. “You want what, Max?” Your tone was soft, trying not to sound nosy… or eager… or harsh.
“I want to be your first time, but I also want to be your last.” He’s bashful as he finishes his thoughts finally, sliding a pair of boxers up your weak legs.
“Meaning?” An eyebrow cocks up, “I don’t think Dad would like it if you murder me, Max.”
You see him roll his eyes and laugh, a light swat to your leg. “You brat, I meant… I meant I want to be your person. Unless you don’t want me to and I’ve overstepped– Unless this wasn’t… wasn’t anything like that for you. I might have over analyzed how I thought you looked at me and thought you were too scared for too long to make a move or–”
Max is tugging the fabric up his own legs now, rambling off to fill the silence in the room. You’re blinking in surprise before letting a soft, affectionate smile spread across your expression. “Are you in love with me, Verstappen?”
“I mean, I did say it… didn’t I?” A laugh from the both of you as you sit up still topless, moving to pull him into a kiss. “I guess I can let that happen…” Muttered against his lips that were curved into a relieved smile, “I can let you be the one but first we have to figure out a way to tell my father…”
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Summary : after Rue almost died from her overdose, you’re looking for someone to blame & end up fighting real bad with Fezco. You meet again a few weeks later, and well, the reunion is… interesting.
Warnings : mentions of alcohol, drugs, lots of bad words, bit of fighting, bit of teasing 😇, reader being a bitch, fezco (my boy deserves a warning)
Pairing : FezxFem!Reader
Word count : 3k
Side Note : english is not my first language, feel free to tell me if you find mistakes or just weird sentences lol
You had been friends with Rue for years, at this point you were practically siblings. And this implied the good sides and the bad ones. You shared the same kind of humor – a great mix of sarcasm and self-depreciation – and knew you could trust each other with your lives. But there were also more complicated moments, Rue overdosing on pills being the latest. Speaking of drugs, she actually introduced you to Fez a few months before it happened.
The guy wasn’t the most talkative or expressive, but he had always been courteous in his own way. You had wondered many times how someone so gentle and calm in appearance could lead such a life, punctuated by violence and despair.
You were never that close but talked a bit and had a laugh at every party you both went to, and you hung out a few times with Rue. He was chill, and you got along pretty well, even found him cute at times. That is, until you saw your dearest friend laying unconscious in a hospital bed because of the shit he sold her.
Back then, you really thought she was going to die. Seeing her in that bed had awakened a rage and a disgust in you that you had not thought you’d ever be able to feel before that day. You showed up at Fezco’s place the next morning and things went pretty far. You basically called him a murderer, screaming and calling him names, which led him to shout back and things were said and never forgotten on both sides.
He was an irresponsible and disgusting brainless criminal, you were a spoiled and fucking ignorant kid who knew nothing about life. From this day on, you hadn’t spoken a word to each other, despite crossing paths a few times during the last few weeks.
Had you known he’d be there tonight, you probably wouldn’t have come.
➺ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 « you and your fezzy share a moment at party
➺ 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 « after catching up on euphoria in two fucking days, this little scenario popped into my head. welcome to my new fixation everyone and i hope you enjoy! if you would like to be tagged in anymore euphoria works, my taglist link is in bio (p.s. there are no spoilers in this and the reader in 18 this fic. also, i saw somewhere where angus said fez is 19, so we'll go with that. <3 (gif credit: @dollybarnes)
The first time you saw Fezco tonight was shortly after you arrived at Robbie’s routine Friday-night party.
He sat in his usual position on whatever couch he deemed most comfortable. Every now and then someone would appear in front of him and offer the necessary amount of money needed for whatever drug they desired. The handshake that follows Fezco getting the bills in his pocket is seemingly nonexistent, just as anyone involved in this activity would want it to be.
The dealer was in the middle of an exchange when your eyes caught. He returned your small smile and wave with a cordial nod of his head, successfully ignoring the way his heart speeds. He found himself disappointed when he looked back and you’d disappeared. Probably dragged somewhere with Jules or Maddy.
The second time saw Fezco was while you were looking for one of your best friends, Rue.
He could tell that you're a little tipsy by the way you stumbled over to him. You made no moves to shake Fez’s hand, which he used to steady you as you plopped next to him on the couch.
“Hi Fezzy,” you smile lazily, “you look bored.”
“I’m alright, cutie,” Fez promises, barely biting back a smile at the nickname. (You still didn’t realize you were the only person he let call him that.) “I’m just workin’ right now.”
You nodded before lying your heavy head on the back of the couch. “Do you know where Rue is? I haven’t seen her since Jules made me go dance with her and Maddy.”
“Shit, I haven’t,” he tells you, “I would help you look, but I’m on the clock.”
He almost forgets to breathe when your turn and look at him through your pink-tinted eyelashes. (Jules was kind enough to do your makeup for the party.) “Dang it,” you whine, and Fez has to force himself to look away from your pouted lips.
Was that… strawberry gloss? Cherry, maybe.
“Sorry, mamas,” he draws out, eyes running across the mini dress you had on. Noticing this action, you take the chance to let your gaze dance over his face. You study everything from his eyebrows to his lips, chest heating at your discoveries.
Before either of you realized, you’d managed to lock eyes. You couldn’t find the strength to look away, and neither could Fez.
Maybe it was the electric atmosphere… maybe it was the alcohol coursing through your veins, or the haze Fez is currently in due to the joint he smoked earlier… but the both of you were spellbound. You didn’t even realize you were smiling until you saw Fez smiling back.
Soon enough, intoxicated giggles were leaving your mouths. Fez held onto you as you leaned into him, and it took a few moments for you to gather yourselves.
“Um, okay,” you sigh, still feeling butterflies throughout your system, “I’m gonna go look upstairs or something.”
Fez eyed as you rose from the couch, not letting his eyes flick to where you had to pull down your dress.
“Come back soon, yeah?”
You turned to Fez as he asked the question and nodded sweetly. “Of course, Fezzy.”
He grins at your answer before letting his body sink back into the couch. “Alright then.”
Although you didn’t want to leave, you knew you needed to go find Rue. (Only God knew what she was getting herself into.) You gifted Fez with one last glance before you made your way to the stairs, only leaving him with the option of a longing stare.
The third time you saw Fez was after you’re friends convinced you to get your head out of your ass.
“Get over there,” Maddy commands, the rest of the girls around you agreeing in their own ways, “and get your man, bitch.”
“There she is,” Fez rumbles out. You could tell that he’s significantly more faded than when you left, but that doesn’t bother you in the slightest. “You came back.”
“I told you I would,” you reply, sitting next to him. Neither of you says anything about how the proximity between the two of you has decreased from when you visited before. You don’t catch the way he bites his lip when you brush up against him, too busy eyeing the joint in his hand. “May I?”
His eyes drift over to the blunt, and he nods immediately. “For sure.” Although he seems to move in slow motion, he eventually rises the stick up to your lips. His gaze cements itself on your face as you wrap your lips around the end and inhale. Your eyes close as you allow the smoke to sit in your lungs, Fez becoming mesmerized when you smile at the feeling.
Before his brain can catch up with his voice, he rasps out, “Yo. You know you're, like… really fucking pretty, right?”
A small puff of smoke leaves your lips as you respond, “you think so?”
“Hell yeah,” Fez nods before taking another hit. “Prettiest one here.”
The smile that breaks across your face is too strong to hold back, so you have to dip your head. “You can’t get all shy and shit on me now, princess.”
“I’m not,” you mumble sheepishly, reaching out for the joint. He laughs quietly, drawing it away from your grasp. You groan playfully as you reach out again, but he moves it even further.
“What’s the magic word?” Fez asks, but you don’t respond. Instead, you find yourself on the top of his lap, outstretching your arm out for one more try. “Gotta say it, or you can’t get no more.”
You collapse on top of him with a huff, but he only looks up at you. You can barely think as you feel Fez’s eyes roam over your chest. He only looks up at you when you whisper out, “pretty please. With sugar on top?”
Fez grins knowingly and raises the blunt up in-between the two of you. However, when it’s him to take a drag from the joint, you furrow your eyebrows.
“Fezzy,” you whine, but he shakes his head at you before you get the chance to continue. You watch with hooded, but curious eyes as his stare bore into yours. His movements are slow, but intentional as he pulls you into his chest.
Although he doesn’t speak, you automatically know what he wants to happen. You eagerly part your lips and Fez blows the smoke into your mouth. You inhale once again before closing the gap between Fez and yourself. He lets out a quiet groan, one hand falling to the small of your back.
Lung burning from the smoke and little oxygen, your arms snake around Fez’s neck. He can’t help but groan out again as your nails lightly run over the back of his head.
It’s is only when your chest begins to burn that you are forced to pull away. You nor Fez gets a chance to say anything further before you’re interrupted by a loud yell.
“Yeah, bitch!”
Looking to your left, you spot a proud Maddy surrounded by a beaming Jules and Kat. And then there’s Rue. Although there isn’t an obvious smile settled on her face, the teasing glint in her eye tells you she was pleased.
Rue: It’s about fucking time.
“Don’t forget to use protection if you, guys! Which, by the way you’re looking right now, I assume will be happening,” Rue adds after Maddy’s exclamation. All you can do is shake your head. Fez, on the other hand, closes his eyes in embarrassment and buries his head into your neck.
Part five of the Exodus Mall series! (Can be read independently, but you’ll get some extra backstory if you read the other parts first!)
Summary: If Kyungsoo is the brains behind Barada Pizza, Chanyeol is the bravado. Flirting with customers young and old in his loud and cheerful voice, in between calling out orders. With his ability to seemingly remember every customer’s name and order it’s no surprise that everyone who meets him falls in love. Outside of work he has no problem living up to his nickname of Playboy Park, with his personality and good looks. But beneath his bravado is a heart that he gave away years ago, to a girl who won’t even give him the time of day anymore.
A/N: Here you are, my bae @bread-jinie, thank you for all the music help! I hope this is the 90′s boyfriend Chanyeol of your dreams! 💕
January 6th, 1997
It’s the usual slow Monday night for Chanyeol, wiping down the counters, humming along to the mall’s radio. A laugh behind him draws his focus and he smiles at the last two employees to leave.
‘Have a good night,’ he says to Luis and Donna as they head out for the night.
‘You too man, see you tomorrow,’ Luis says. Chanyeol drops his rag to do his traditional dramatic handshake with Luis.
Donna laughs. ‘At this rate we’ll never leave,’ she sighs, but she can’t help the smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
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A wedding is supposed to be a celebration. A joining of two people in love, to live happily forever as one family. Surrounded by the people you cherish most in this world; to dance and drink and enjoy, together. The happiest day of your life. Supposedly.
Your wedding was nothing but a complete representation of all the fuck ups in your life. It wasn’t out of love, but a business deal, a pay off.
As you walk down the aisle, your father’s grip on your arm is tight as if he’s afraid you’ll run out if he lets go. You’re thankful for the thick veil that’s successfully hiding the grimace painted on your face.
Getting a call from Chanyeol was not unusual. I mean, he was your boyfriend, and he was the type to prefer talking over texting, so… he called you pretty frequently.
It’s not like you were surprised in any way, shape, or form when your phone lit up and you saw ‘Yeolie🦊🐰💖’ at the top of the screen.
But you knew it was Guy’s Night.
He’d been at someone’s place playing poker or video games or a puzzle or whatever game he and his friends had decided to play tonight. (If it was Junmyeon’s house, it was unquestionably a puzzle.)
And… he’d also definitely been drinking.
So it was with great anticipation that you picked up your phone, pressing the ‘accept’ button and pressing it to your ear.
“Hey you,” you answered.
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