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I love three houses discourse because I'm pretty sure everyone just picks their route based on which house leader they're the most gay for and then tries to defend their pick by pointing out the other sides's war crimes via twitter memes. Reader, all four of them do substantial quantities of war crimes. So many. We're just here because the woman with Issues and a big fuck-off axe said so, and then we gotta justify everything she did in the name of dismantling the class system. I mean, I'm here for that, but you could also try justifying Charm Man uses poison and perfidy to try to stop racism, A Sad Little Meow Meow gives no quarter instead of doing therapy, or the Thicc Pope tries to bring back her mom via human experimentation, depending on your tastes
#This is 100% swinging at a hell of a hornet's nest#Do I tag it?#Yeah fuck it we ball#fe3h#fe16#edelgard von hresvelg#claude von riegan#dimitri alexandre blaiddyd#rhea fire emblem#I should probably clarify that I love all of these characters quite dearly#Well except Rhea#I think she's a good character but I'm not feral about her like Edelgard or charmed by her like Claude or desperate to save her like Dimitr#discourse#edelgard discourse#Edit: I actually donât care about 3H discourse either way lol#thereâs plenty of interesting shit to talk about in this game#also I get that the people who say âx did war crimesâ actually donât mean âthis was bad because it violated the Geneva Conventionâ#but any time I see something about how many war crimes someone did (usually Edelgard or Dimitri) I just think:#âHah itâs a war crime to deploy Cyril to rescue Flayn because heâs still 14 thenâ#also I got into this game because someone told me âso thereâs a gal with an axe and traumaâ and I booted it up#and I have a friend who likes Rhea despite his moral reservations solely because âsheâs hot thoâ#and thatâs also really funny#point is I donât really wanna participate in most fe3h discourse cuz I have shit to do but this post isnât meant to be a dunk on anyone#Iâm not upset when I see it; itâs either funny or fine or sometimes right#Iâm just gay for Edelgard and amused by the idea of applying the Geneva Convention to a world where it Clearly Isnât A Thing
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The Happy Gilmore Golf Swing
#happy gilmore#adam sandler#golf swing#horrible golf swing#golf club#golf ball#running start#golf#funny movie
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there is truly nothing funnier to me than the all work no play ghost hunting episode
#the pre show banter is great#sam talking about his gen con outfits. liam revealing he found potentially human bones in his backyard and threw them in the RECYCLING BIN?#and them showing up in ghost buster outfits to a haunted tour#laura's incel ghost that called her gorgeous and then immediately a hoe#ghost lap dance#âeat.â âass.â âEAT ASS!â#them finding this dudes completely uncleaned bathtub and going âthat drain got haunted by somebody's ballsackâ#playing on the haunted battery powered toy piano#this dude for some reason having a closet in his basement with a couch and tv with an exposed wall with a hole full of cigarettes and bones#and the entire seance is so fucking funny. has me in tears#âi do know what im doing i've only had one person burst into flamesâ [5 seconds of dead silence] âheh.â#AND THEN HER FOLLOWING IT UP BY SAYING THEIR BURN SCAR WAS A TRAMP STAMP OF A DRAGON#this medium clearly swinging and missing sooooo bad on trying to pin a ghost on liam#liams fake ghost spelling out fist and drawing a dick and balls on the chalkboard#the next ghost drawing a bad oval and the medium being like .... it died on the hindenberg thats a blimp WHAT#the ��energy chantâ#âi wish my grandpa would touch meâ
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anOTHER thing about bunny. which i will post a full scathing review of if i ever fucking finish it my god this book is a drag. is that it missed the tiktokification of hyped-up literature by like a year and a half so it comes off incredibly dated whenever the characters talk about books. like the mfa-ification thing is over! its done! we're not even doing that anymore! it's not about The Body and The Work and The Wound and Interrogating The Piece and The Death Of The Novel. that shit was insufferable but it's barely even happening what's happening now is the equally insufferable marketing of Things To Read by how many popular tropes they cover and which kinds of representation they provide and saying nothing about the plot or the themes or the characters because once the book's been read the reader will realize that those things can't market the book on their own because in these books they're too thin, they're an afterthought. writing and selling books is about frankensteining together a collection of carefully market-tested Appealing Elements and then making quirky videos about it
#obviously there are still good books of all kinds out there . just dont look for books based on which ones are being advertised hardest#because those ones? invariably suck balls#that said it is kind of funny how fast the lit world seemed to swing from pseudo-intellectual genre-disdain to anti-intellectual tropeyness#like. girl whats happening . the environment from when i went to college eight years ago? completely unrecognizable#q
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murieltes is such a fun ship like.
it's about the deception and the betrayal and the hope and the sweet, innocent love of a faithful paladin. it's about loving someone life and life after life and finding each other in every new life. about the fact that before everything came crashing down around tesilid, for quite some time the happiness and hope he felt was real.
it's about the reversal of fortunes where muriel goes from being the "watchmaker" tasked to look after the "clock needle of the world" tesilid argente, to being the one who knows less and who is effectively a mouse in a trap. it's about the fact that tesilid has over 40 lifetimes and counting to learn about every inch and facet of muriel. this was originally done with love, but now, theoretically, this knowledge can be used to hit her where it really hurts and to engineer situations that let him play her like a fiddle - perhaps even worse than what she had done to him before.
it's about the fact that muriel always starts every round with the same amount of information. it's about her going "thank god i don't retain memories from previous timelines", but is that a good thing, actually? when the person who does remember has a very good reason to hate you in all timelines?
#s-class heroine spoilers#murieltes#like. for as long as tesilid is trapped in this world#muriel is also trapped with him#(SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS) like if he hadnt gotten trapped in round 100 things couldve gone soooo badly for muriel#like. who better to take your anger out than the literal representative of the god who put you in this position#and who actively chose to deceive you for 40+ rounds. she's not a passive bystander#hopping up and down in excitement muriel haters where are you!! please get on this ship with me!!#we could put muriel in situations together :))#đđ swings them around. they should kiss!#anw novel ch 245 had a moment that was unspeakably funny to me#when muriel and reed looked at each other and they both went 'that face....'#please kiss. not because itd do them any good and in fact its make them worse#but they would both hate every second of it and i think it would be funny#i think it would push them both to their extremes and it would be fun to watch#anw murieltes has SUCHHH range#bc early rounds murieltes is so cute and fluffy#and then end rounds murieltes is a raging forest fire#i loveeee tesilid his ships all hv such range bc HE has such range#never had another character that is as easy to stretch and squeeze into an deformed ball like theyre a slime toy
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Since everyone seems to love my sex shop stories, hereâs another one.
Phone calls were literally a game for us. Not all phone calls, but there was a specific brand of call where guys would creep on us. 90% of the workforce at the sex shops was women. So weâd get dudes calling jacking off or trying to get their jollies from us.
The game: make them hang up. We could have hung up. On a few occasions I did, but for the most part we made a sport out of getting creeps to go flaccid. It really depended on a caller.
You couldnât just go in for belittling them straight off- some guys wanted that. You had to tailor your strategy to the perv. Overall it was pretty fun and it turned an aspect of the job that couldâve become a major bummer into a fun sport. Weâd get excited when the phones rang.
So one day the phone rings. I pick up and it was very clearly a young teen who was putting on a deep voice. I was utterly delighted, Iâd never had a crank call before. He said, âI have a dildo emergency! Can you deliver 5 boxes of dildos to my home?!â
It took everything in me not to crack in that moment. It was so funny. It was like three kids had walked through the door in a trench coat and the phrase âdildo emergencyâ was one of the funniest things Iâd ever heard.
But I kept it together. In smooth customer service tones I replied, âOh, Iâm sorry to hear youâre having an emergency, but due to the nature of our product we do require people to come pick it up themselves.â
The caller audibly deflated. Some of the deep voice he was putting on bled away when he said plaintively, âBut itâs an emergencyâŚâ
âIâm sorry, sir, rules are rules.â
He hung up. I burst out laughing and told my coworker what had happened. She said, âI will buy you lunch if you call back and pretend you can deliver something.â
This sounded like an all around win for me, and the kid hadnât used anything to block his number. So I called back.
âHello!â This was before caller ID was common for home phones and so he picked up in his totally normal voice, several octaves higher than before.
âHello, Iâm calling regarding your dildo emergency?â
âOh! Hem hem,â he coughed, getting his voice back into character for me. âYes! The emergency!â
âWell Iâve spoken to my manager and itâs your lucky day. Weâll be able to make a delivery after all. Five boxes you said? We can swing it by later, weâll just need your name, address, and credit card number.â
He was thrown by needing to provide info and was silent for a moment then said, âWell how much is it for five boxes?â
âAbout five hundred dollars, sir.â
He slipped out of his character voice to exclaim, âFive hundred dollars?! What kind of dildos are they?!â
âJust standard six inches with balls, sir.â
This was his breaking point. He started wheezing with laughter trying to repeat the phrase âsix inches with ballsâ incoherently.
âSo your address and card info?â
He hung up and I broke down laughing too. We both got a kick out of it, and I won the game twice in one day.
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QUIET <3
Tw - Mommy kink, slight exhibition kink, this is so funny bc I was planning on writing about dom!choso today but end up writing this?? Not proofread
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âShhh, gotta be quiet Choâ you tantalizingly whispered to his ear, smiling at his hazed-out, innocent expression as you bounced yourself up and down his cock, dragging your sweet cunt that's he's so so addicted to, on his lengthy dick, spreading your creamy slick all around itâyour hands gripped and squeeze both of his muscular biceps during the process, feeling the raw strength beneath your touch as his head slightly leans against the wooden headboard.
You quickly hastened your paceâtrying to get the both of you to cum as soon as possible before his mom comes back to check up on you again. It was your first ever sleepover today so what better way to make it an unforgetful memory then to tease and take advantage of your sweet, doting boyfriend who would do anything for you, as long as it made you happy.
His fingers greedily dug into the soft flesh of your plump ass, grasping your curves possessively as he stared up at youâeyes filled with desire and lust as he captured your lewd expression as his angry cockhead furiously jabs against your g-spot over and over again. Bullyingly impaling your pretty pussy opened around him.
Heâs trying his very best to stifle the desperate urges to moan and whimper too much but he just canât help itâfeeling the intoxicating pleasure of his seductive, horny little girlfriend manipulating his poor cock and body and using him as a fucktoy for your pleasure drove him crazy, just like this.
He loves it when you use him as your personal little toy to fuck. He was made for itâhell, heâd even let you use him while heâs asleep if you need to, He doesnât care. He loves it.
He wouldnât ever admit it but the dirty thought of even getting caught in such a lewd situation like this made his hardened dick throbbed excitedly against your tight soppy wallsâthat were two seconds away from milking him dry. No one has ever seen this side of Choso other than you, so the thought of even partially getting caught sent shockwaves through his mind.
He bit his lips and lets out a string of curses under his breath when he notices the streaks of cum coating his pulsating cock every time his cock disappears into your core and appears again and there was even more cum overlaying it, driving him sooo fucking crazy. The sight pushed him closer to the brink of ecstasy. He was so so close to stuffing you full of his seed.
âYour pussy is sâgoodâ he whimpered out of breath. A mischievous smirk tugged at your lips as you adjusted your hips, grinding your ass against him at a better angleâcoaxing a loud, unrestrained moan out of him.
âNghhâfuck, mâso close Mommyy!â he lets out a low, guttural moan, his hands now gripping onto your waist, desperately trying his best to keep up with your pace as his gaze fixated on the rhythmic bounce of your breast which only further fuels his ardor.
He almost got a heart attack after hearing the next door slamming open. The sudden noise startled him, sending his heart racing with fear. You moaned out deliciously as you excitedly bounced faster, giggling at his scared expression. Heâs so adorable, who knew a big, strong man could be this cute and vulnerable?
Your tight walls hugged his cock so snugly and warm inside of you, you felt like heaven. You grind your hips back and forth on his lap, causing a ripple of pleasure that made your muscles clench even tighter, making his head fall back while he fought the urge to release a moan that threatened to escape his lips.
âGon-naa cum! Hahhh!â He quickly announced, before shooting his seed right up into your sloppy pussyâmaking your head fall back as your back arched slightly, you satisfyingly laughed at the pleasure of your insides slowly being filled up by him. You quickly stuffed two fingers in his mouth to quiet him as you drained more and more cum from his thick balls.
The door swings open with a sudden force, "Heyy kiddos! do you guys need anything? If so let me know and you should get some sleep soon!!" Choso's mom enthusiastically calls out by the door.
You smirked wickedly, pressing your soft boobs against his chest, causing a surge of desire to pulse through him. Before leaning your face into his neck, âBe a good boy and answer her for me, Chosoâ you whispered in a teasing tone before licking a long stripe of his sensitive neckâmaking his cock jolted with arousal against your gummy walls, you can literally feel it beating rapidly inside of you with his seed still stuffed inside of you as you cockwarmed him.
âIâye-yes! Weâre ohh!- okay~â he stammeredâit was all he could make out before his eyes rolled back from the sudden pleasure overwhelming his senses. His head thumped loudly against the headboard as you sucked on his neck, sending shivers down his spine and causing him to lose himself in the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that consumed him.
âChoso, sweetie are you okay?â His mom questioned worriedly, trying to make out what was happening but couldnât see one bit because she didnât have her glasses with her.
âYe-yes! Please juuust go!â His voice cracked as tears prickled from his eyes, his heart pounding with a crescendo of fear and desperation.
âOkay! If you say soâŚâ she replied with a tinge of uncertainty in her voice, casting a quick glance back before gently closing the door behind her with a soft click.
You slowly pulled away, a smirk played on your lips as you took in the sight of how utterly fucked out he looked. So fluttered and adorable.
You cradled his face in your hand, tenderly caressing his cheeks before pushing it deep into your boobs, gently patting the back of his head as he inhaled your scent with a groan. âShhh Cho, I got you baby. Youâre such a gooddd boyâ you cooed comfortingly at him.
You giggled excitedly, feeling his cock rock solid again.
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Golf day || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader



Summary: INSPIRED BY THIS TIKTOK
Warnings: pure fluff hehehehe
Word count: 497
A/n: if anyone has any tiktoks that they want me to turn into a Rafe fic, send them thru pls!!!! I love finding random vids on my fyp that are so Rafe coded. ALSO BEGGING FOR MORE DAD!RAFE REQUESTSS
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âDo you think sheâll enjoy it?â Rafe questions, turning his head to you, his eyes lingering on Mabel, comfortably nestled on your lap. He looks genuinely concerned, his brow furrowed with worry.
âYou know she loves watching you do anything,â you reply with a reassuring chuckle, trying to soothe his anxiety. As you adjust the tiny hat on your daughterâs head, you canât help but smile at her innocent excitement.
It was Mabelâs first time at the golf course, and Rafe had been on edge all morning. Heâd peppered you with questions like, âDonât you think it will be too hot?â and âWhat if she gets bored?â His nervousness was palpable, a stark contrast to his usual composed demeanor.
You had spent the morning reassuring him, reminding him repeatedly that Mabel would be perfectly fine. You knew she would be thrilled just to watch her dad play golf, her eyes following his every move with awe and admiration.
âDo you think sheâll like this spot?â Rafe asks as the golf cart comes to a gentle stop under the shade of a large oak tree. âBabe, youâre the one playing,â you giggle, enjoying his overprotectiveness. Rafe laughs softly, his eyes crinkling with amusement. âMabel, do you like it here?â he asks, his voice tender as he tickles her chin. Mabel responds with a delightful giggle that melts your heart.
You adjust Mabel on your lap so sheâs facing Rafe, her wide, curious eyes tracking his every move as he unloads his golf clubs. The sun casts a warm glow over the course, and you canât help but admire how handsome Rafe looks in his golf gear. âDoesnât Daddy look so handsome, Bels?â you murmur to Mabel, pressing light kisses on her rosy cheeks. She giggles uncontrollably and tickling sensation.
Rafe turns at the sound of her infectious giggles, a broad smile lighting up his face. âYou girls doing alright?â he calls out, his eyes sparkling with joy. You chuckle, giving him a thumbs-up and lifting Mabelâs tiny hand to wave at him.
Remembering that Rose wanted a video of Mabelâs first time at the golf course, you quickly pull out your phone and aim the camera at Mabelâs expressive face. Sheâs watching Rafe intently, her anticipation palpable.
As Rafe lines up his shot, you can see the concentration etched on his face. The moment the club makes contact with the golf ball, sending it soaring through the air, Mabel flinches in surprise. You canât help but laugh, immediately clamping your hand over your mouth, feeling a bit guilty for laughing at her reaction.
Rafe shields his eyes with his hand, squinting into the distance to see where the ball landed. Satisfied with his shot, he turns back and walks towards you and Mabel, a broad smile lighting up his face. âDaddyâs pretty good, isnât he?â Rafe chuckles as he reaches you, gently lifting Mabel from under her armpits and pressing a loving kiss on her round cheek.
You quickly snap a photo of the sweet moment. Their joy is infectious, and you canât help but chuckle as you send the video and picture to Rose. Mabelâs earlier reaction to the sound of Rafe hitting the ball plays in your mind, making you smile.
Rafe notices your amusement. âWhatâs so funny?â he asks, his curiosity piqued as he sees you smiling at your phone. You glance up, grinning, and show him the video of Mabelâs startled reaction to his golf swing.
âAww, Iâm sorry, babygirl,â Rafe says with a laugh, his eyes softening as he watches the video. âIâll let you know when Iâm going to hit the ball next time.â Mabel, already captivated by her dadâs presence, giggles and reaches out to touch his face, her earlier surprise forgotten.
Rafeâs heart melts as he cradles Mabel in his arms, swaying gently. âYouâre my good luck charm, you know that?â he murmurs, his voice filled with love. Mabel coos in response, her tiny hands grasping at Rafeâs shirt.
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Safe to say MbappĂŠâs career is safe đđź

funniest thing he's done in a while
#love how none of them can do anything other than drive#occasionally swing at a ball#or use a paddle#itâs so funny#never change
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Itâs a good thing the elevator in your apartment hadnât gone out yet, otherwise the man on your arm wouldâve been upsetâthough heâd never let you know that.
He just loved you too much for that. And, you kept telling him about how much of a good night it was for you. Seeing old friends and getting drinks. Heâd never dream of ruining that.
âBaby,â He stated quietly, pulling your arm around his waist higher, as it kept slipping. âHold on, just a little longerâŚwhyâd you have to live on the 10th floor? Thank God the elevator isnât out. Is the view really worth it though?â He watched the numbers climb, illuminated electronically above the door.
Your eyebrows furrowed, and though you were hunched against him, you willed your head up.
Deadpanning, you replied, âduh.â To which he just laughed at, âYou just donât get it, Mark! Have you seen it? Itâs beautiful! Not more than you but, you know.â
âMany timesâactually, I helped you move in, baby.â
You giggled, head falling into his side, âY-yeah, you didâŚdo you remember haechan falling up the stairs? He wasnât even carrying anything heavy! Oh my god, it was so funny, I swear I peed my pants!â
Mark thought that, for a drunk girl, you were very good at not sounding slurred with your words. However, standing or walking in a straight line were two very different tasks for you to accomplish in this state. But, he thought it was cute that you thought of him to pick you up and make sure you got home safely. He loved that you loved him so much; shared so many memories with him and were still willing to make them.
And truthfully, he loved you more.
The elevator dinged, the voice telling you that the doors were now opening. Mark braced his arm around you tighter, hiking you up to be, at least a little, straighter.
You trudged along, holding back his attempts to keep a steady pace. You knew it was difficult to move on your own accord in your current state but, honestly you couldâve just fallen asleep on the floor if you fell.
âWorkâwithâmeâhere, y/n. Please,â He gritted, practically dragging your giggling figure, âDo you even want to sleep in your own bed?â
Your eyes narrowed soberly, âAre you staying?â
âWill that make you walk faster?â
As if possessed, the thought alone was enough to make you straighten your back and begin willing your legs to moveâclumsily, of course, but you knew your boyfriend was still a crutch to make sure you didnât hit the floor.
He laughed in disbelief, then relief once you two finally had made it to your numbered door. Mark put in the passcode and it chimed with satisfaction.
âYou scare me sometimes, baby.â
You hopped in place, the door swinging open with the length of his arm. You slumped against the wall, unhooking the strap of your heels and kicking them off.
âLetâs go to bed!â And when you were about take off down the hall, a hand grabbed yours and stopped youâyour feet comically still stomping in place. Your eyebrows furrowed, and you looked over your shoulder in confusion.
âFirst,â he started, leading you down the hall; for a moment you thought he just didnât want you to run but, he turned off into your bathroom. Mark hit the switch and illuminated the room, your eyes shutting instinctively. âYour makeup.â
As if it was a daunting statement, you whined, trying to get out of his grip. âNo.â
âYouâll kill me in the morning, babe,â He grabbed your waist, hoisting you onto the counter and trapping you with his body, âIt wonât take long.â
Your pinky swung from the porcelain and into his view, âPromise.â You werenât asking, and that made him laugh.
His pinky connected with yours, âPromise.â He replied adamantly, mimicking your movement and kissing the end of his balled fist.
He got to work, grabbing the remover and a couple cotton rounds. He gently swiped your skin, and you swear your head kept drifting to the side with tiredness. You couldnât help that your boyfriend was the sole reason you could get a good-nights sleep.
Instead of trying to keep you up, he grabbed it, huffing out another laugh at your antics but, letting you fully fall asleep in his hand.
Mark admired you as he tried his best to get the mascara off, smudging it and making you look a little foolish. He thought you were cute; the way your lips were parted, small snores leaving them. The slight crease of your brows as he put your moisturizer and serums on. He swears he could feel his heart swell, knowing you were just that comfortable around himâso adamant to have him by your sideâto have him love you.
And, he did.
He loved you so fucking much. His future was you. If he was your world, you were his sun. You were his lifeline. You were the one person he knew he could rely on without contest. If he was a producer, you were his muse. Everything revolved around you. Even if his thoughts werenât originally for you, theyâd eventually make their way back to you. He was excited to talk to you about anything and everything. He was blindsided by a love as strong as this mutual one.
Heâd die for you, and thatâs why he lives.
Honestly, he was so embarrassingly emotional right now for you, he could practically feel the tears welling up.
Mark swallowed the lump in his throat, grabbing the other side of your head and watching as you blinked yourself conscious.
You smiled sleepily, âWhenâd you get here, baby?â
He could feel your arms climb to be around his neck, pulling him and simultaneously pushing yourself to get body-to-body. You always craved the warmth (even subconscious) like you were cold-blooded.
âIâm always here.â He kissed the side of your mouth, whispering against your lips, âNow, letâs go to bed?â
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Leaving VIII
Alexia Putellas x Teen!Reader
Summary: You win Olympic gold
Alexia will be the first to admit that she doesn't understand tennis.
She gets it from an objective stand point like how she gets football. Two teams (two opponents) meet on the pitch (the court) and kick the ball around (hit the ball over the net) to score a goal (get a point).
The scoring for tennis confuses her as does the terminology.
She doesn't get the words they use like ace and deuce and double fault.
She kind of thinks a double fault is like a foul but she still can't understand how because you're not tackling anyone.
Either way, Alexia doesn't understand tennis but this is a final and even though she's got her own quarter final today, she's still travelled to Paris to watch you.
You're against Zheng.
She knocked out Iga but now she's against you.
You've played her once before in at the United Cup and she'd knocked you out as well.
This was revenge though.
You serve hard and fast or, at least Alexia presumes you do.
You're wearing your Barcelona cap and your gold Nike shoes and you look like an absolutely beast on the pitch (the court). You hit the ball viciously, catching Zheng off guard completely with the force of your shots.
"Has she got somewhere to be today?" Eli says, a little laugh escaping her as you breeze through the first set.
Alexia frowns. "No? I don't think so. I think her only plans are to go back to bed."
Alba laughs. "It was a joke, Ale. Mama thinks Y/n has somewhere else to be which is why she's getting through the set so fast."
"Wait, is she going too quickly?"
Alba sighs. "You've been to countless tennis matches, Alexia. How do you not understand it yet?"
"They're complicated!"
"She literally hits the ball over the net!"
You seem anxious to get the match started up again, wiping off what little sweat you've produced and drinking half of your water. You don't even reach for your energy gel or anything of the like.
You're up on the court as soon as you can be, bouncing around on your feet, kicking up some of the clay dust underfoot.
Zheng serves next but that's all she really ends up doing because, yet again, you dominate.
Alexia can feel the atmosphere swell from the audience and gets the funny feeling that she's missing something again.
Her head ping pongs around trying to keep the ball in sight.
There's an uproar in the crowd as Zheng swings.
And misses.
Alba's on her feet, fist pumped up in the air and a cry of triumph out of her mouth.
Eli's got her hands covering her mouth in shock.
Just lower down, Alexia can see your training partner and coaching team celebrating.
You're grinning. You kiss your racket before turning to face your family.
You bow, the exact same pose and the exact same way Alexia did at Camp Nou and at the Champion's League final.
You come up, grinning before bursting into tears.
You move to your coaching team first, being drawn into a hug by everyone including Iga.
"Should I start getting worried about my space as number one?" She teases but all you can do is let out a wet little laugh.
You make your way up to your family next.
Alexia gets to you first.
She may not understand tennis but she knows a winner when she sees one.
She gets to you before anyone else, tugging you into a hug.
You've always been smaller than Alexia. That was to be expected but you'd shot up around puberty, growing like a weed.
She's glad that you're still smaller than her though, still small enough the she can easily hold your face in her hands and kiss your forehead.
You smile at her, sniffling.
"I won."
"Yes."
Your smile widens. "You didn't even realise."
"What?! Yes I did!"
"Don't lie. I saw you. You thought we were meant to go for another set."
"What's a set?"
Laughter overtakes your tears, bubbling out of your throat at the clueless look on your sister's face.
"No, seriously, what's a set? Is it like the two different halves?"
"Don't worry about it, Ale."
"No, wait, I want to know! Did you already have halftime? The match went kind of quick. Surely you should have had halftime before it finished?"
You're properly laughing now and behind Alexia, you think Alba and Eli are laughing too.
"Does it really matter?" You tease," I just won Olympic gold."
"No, I guess not."
There's silence between the two of you for a moment before you shriek.
Alexia lifts you like you weigh nothing, like you're just that little kid again with a scraped knee and pigtails.
Like you're not the Olympic tennis champion.
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warnings: stalker!rafe but hes so cute and sweet about it hehe, fluffy, brief drinking, slut shaming (not by rafe), protective!rafe
rafe whips out his phone the second it beeps, the familiar chime that has kelce and topper rolling their eyes.
âdude, come on. if it's some dumb mobile game, we won't judge you.â topper says, wanting to know what draws rafe to his phone every so often, interrupting whatever it is they're doing to check it, staring intensely and hiding it away from their view.
âyeah man, i once spent $40 on candy crush, no judgement.â kelce says, and even rafe looks up to give him an incredulous look.
âit's nothing.â rafe hums, shoving his phone back into his pocket.
âwell, it's your stroke then man.â topper gestures down at the golf ball at rafes feet.
âyeah, yeah.â rafe nods, mind still elsewhere.
--
âfunny seeing you here, y/n.â rafe says with a grin, his arm swinging around your shoulder and tugging you into his side.
âoh my god, how do we keep ending up at the same places?â you laugh, stepping away from your friends that all look at you with a mix of jealousy and confusion, unsure why you can't see that rafe is so obviously into you.
âwell, i was craving something sweet.â rafe places a hand on his chest as he looks at you. âand i guess i found it.â
âso whatcha gonna order?â you ask, aware that the line is moving fast.
âchocolate cone, and you?â rafe already knows he's going to insist on paying for whatever it is you want from the ice cream shop.
âumâŚâ you tap your finger against your lips, rafes eyes staying on your mouth as you reply. âsprinkles flurry.â
âjust sprinkles?â rafe raises his eyebrows.
âyup.â you nod, popping the p.
âdamn, i really have found something sweet.â
--
âshit, shit, shit!â you squeal, looking at the deflated tire that you certainly can't drive on.
you groan as you pull your phone out of your pocket, not sure if you should call a tow truck at this hour of night or just a friend to pick you up.
before you can decide, your phone rings, your heart fluttering with relief when you see it's rafe.
âhey.â you answer quickly.
âhey.â you can hear the smile on rafes face. âjust had a feeling i should check on you. everything okay?â
âactually my car just got a flat out on old stoney road. is there any way you can come pick me up?â
you can instantly hear rafe shift and the jingle of keys. âim on my way, stay in your car.â
you do as rafe says, staying on the phone with him until he arrives, allowing him to pull you into a hug.
âill call a tow in the morning, okay?â rafes hand gently moves up and down your back as he leads you towards his truck.
âmkay.â you say thankfully, climbing into the passenger side. you look at rafe as he rounds the truck and gets into the driver's seat. âhow do you always know when i need you?â
âi guess you could say sixth sense.â rafe says with a soft smile.
--
rafe watches the blue dot move on his phone, watching it turn down streets and get closer and closer to his house.
rafe closes the app and shoves his phone in his pocket once he's sure.
he quickly tidies up his room, just in case he manages to get you into his bed.
rafe manages to hurry downstairs and open the door before you even knock, your eyebrows raising in surprise.
âhi rafe!â you say quickly.
âwhat's up darling?â he questions, leaning casually against the doorframe.
âwell-â you clear your throat. âyou always check on me, and i figured i should do the same for you.â you shrug.
âoh, how sweet.â rafe steps back so you can walk into tanneyhill, shutting the door behind you and making sure to lock it now that he has precious you inside.
rafes eyes are unashamedly on your ass as you walk further into the house. one day he'll make his move, but he's too into the chase.
--
âso how do you know tina?â you ask, taking a sip of your strawberry margarita. you thought you would hate a blind date, but the man sitting across from you actually isn't too bad so far.
âim friends with her brother.â joshua explains, leaning back in his chair and taking an aggressive gulp of his beer.
âahh, leroy.â you frown slightly at this. you've never been a fan of tinas family, considering her the only true good one out of the bunch.
you try not to let it affect you for the rest of the date, even though the thought is at the back of your mind during every awkward silence.
âwell i had a really good time.â you tell him, heading towards your car, purposely only having one drink along with your food so you could drive yourself home from the restaurant.
âi did too, darling.â the word coming from joshuas mouth makes your nose crinkle up, realizing how you only like it when rafe says it to you.
âill text you.â you take a step away, but joshua follows.
âdon't you wanna keep the good time going?â
âoh, umâŚâ you shake your head no. âit's not that i don't like you, but i don't do that on a first date.â
âreally?â joshua hums. âi figured you'd be a slut like tina.â
âexcuse-â you can't even finish your sentence before you feel his chest pressing into your back. his scent envelops you and you don't even have to turn around to know who has come to your rescue yet again.
âyou can go now.â rafe simply says before placing his hands on your shoulders, guiding you towards his truck.
âshit.â you take a deep breath as you climb into his passenger side. âthank god you're always here to save me.â
âmhm.â rafe starts up his truck, it's not even a discussion on whether or not he's taking you home.
âhow do you always know?â you question.
âdon't worry about it.â rafe says, reaching over to pat your thigh.
--
ârafe.â you hum out, stepping into the shade and leaving your friends behind to tan on the front of the large boat.
âwhat's up?â he sits up quickly, having been watching you the entire time, loving your new bikini that shows off even more skin.
âi found this weird app on my phone.â you open up the device and hand it to him. âyou're good with this stuff so.â you shrug, explaining why you're coming to him.
last time you had an issue with your screen brightness randomly turning up and down, and rafe fixed it for you.
âhm, just leave it.â rafe says, trying to keep his voice casual despite his nerves skyrocketing.
âare you sure?â you question. âit looks a little suspiciousâŚâ
âit's not, babe.â rafe throws your phone down, needing to find something to immediately distract you, knowing how your mind could spiral.
he whips his shirt off so he's in just his swim trunks. âwanna swim?â
--
location services are no longer transmitting. please redownload application. now showing last location.
âshit!â rafe groans. he honestly can't think of a worse notification to wake up to as he rushes out of bed, getting ready as quickly as he possibly can to jump into his truck.
rafe knocks on tinas door. he swears if her brother or joshua opens it he's going to freak out, his heart already pounding thinking about what you could be doing in there.
ârafe?â you question, surprised when he quickly tugs you into a tight hug.
âgod, im glad you're alright.â rafe sighs deeply, eyes flickering up to see tina watching the two of you in the doorway.
âwhat happened?â you question, pulling away to look at rafe, placing your hand on his cheek to bring his eyes back down to you.
âi-â rafe begins to explain himself when tina interrupts.
âi told you that app was sending your location. now we know who was on the other end.â
you take a step back from rafe, your mind slowly putting the pieces together.
âbaby, i can explain-â rafe looks like he's ready to drop to his knees and beg, but you instantly know that's not necessary.
âyou could have just asked.â you say with a small chuckle as rafe looks at you in confusion.
âyou could have just asked.â you say again. âfor my location. i would have given it to you without you having to be all sneaky.â
âim so sorry, i never should have done it without your permission.â rafe says as tina quietly slips away, realizing this isn't something she needs to be watching.
âi forgive you for all the times you saved me.â
âso um⌠we're good?â rafe asks.
ânot quite.â rafe is ready to apologize a million times over when you place your hands on his shoulders and push up to your tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips.
it takes rafe a second to realize what is happening, and then his arms are around you, depending the kiss as he holds you tight to your body.
ânow we're good.â you giggle as you pull away.
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just for tonight | S.H.
Summary: You and Steve can't stand each other. You always jump at each other's throats whenever you are together. You have set a goal during his birthday party, but you didn't think it would work.
Pairing: Steve Harrington x f! reader
Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI), p in v (protected sex), oral (m receiving), choking kink, fingering, (sort of) aftercare, a little bit of angst
Word count: 4.6k
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If there's something Steve hates the most besides hating you, it's the fact that Robin insisted you should come to his birthday party. And he insisted it was his birthday, and you would ruin it if you were there. He wasn't wrong, though. You made his life a living hell simply for the fun of it, but he would always make sure he did the same.
And there you were, holding the same scowl on your face as he does. Whenever he had to walk past you in his big apartment, he would try to avoid your gaze, but deep inside he wanted to show you how much he despised your presence. You couldn't give a shit about him, completely ignoring his existence as you were drinking your PiĂąa Colada while talking to Eddie about something random.
At some point, you started to notice how Steve would go back and forth. While you were sitting in the stool of his living room with Robin and Nancy, you would notice he would stand there and huff. Now you try to pretend you're not listening to him as you look straight forward, but your left ear perks up when you listen to what he's saying. He's complaining he has been turned down twice until now. You try to hold back a snort and sip on your drink to avoid that to happen.
Pretty, golden kissed skin, perfect sat hair on his head and muscled Steve Harrington was complaining he was being denied. Twice. You thought your night wasn't going to be good at all, but the sight of him with pouty lips as he talks to his girl friends, it was worth getting out.
You lost count on how many drinks you had, you already smoked weed with Eddie, who drank more beers than he could count as well. Argyle was also in a funny state of drunkenness. You were dancing with both girls too, bumping a few times into each other as the alcohol traveled through your system. You're in a daze as you swing your body to the music, barely keeping your feet steady and Eddie has to hold your waist a few times so you won't fall on your face. You laugh at it all.
You laugh even more when you watch from afar while a girl rips herself from Steve's grip and gives him an apologetic nod, before turning her back to him. He turns his head directly at Robin, who's dancing beside you, and it's enough for him to notice you were watching all of it as well. This time, you snort and cackle. You laugh so hard, there's no reason to hide it. He rolls his eyes and walks towards you, his hands balled into fists as his face holds a scowl again.
"Is it all amusing to you?" His face gets closer to yours, his eyes are kind of blown from the weed he also smoked.
You sipped on your drink, nonchalant, and shrugged. "Well, I just think it's funny how king Steve can't seem to score on his birthday"
Robin tries scolding you with a warning look on her face.
"It's okay, Steve! Someone will like you!" She comforts him with a gentle look. Her hand rubbed his shoulder.
He's actually still shooting daggers at you, mouth closed on a thin line. His chest is kind of puffed because he feels like his body is rigid from his anger.
"You should just stop being such a brat. This is my house. Go find something better to do" He scans you up and down with disdain over his eyes and you just hold your gaze at him.
And you did.
But you never intended to stop looking his way to make sure he wasn't getting a girl. And it's not like there were many options, because it wasn't a big party anyway. You complained to Eddie about the way Steve talked to you, and he laughed it off.
He was being annoying too. He would try at all costs to bump into you whenever he got closer. Steve was trying to get on your nerves just so you could feel what it's like. And when you were left alone for a moment, he would send you this taunting sly smirk. When you were leaving his bathroom, you were caught off guard when his sudden shadow made its presence in the hallway. He passed by you, shoving his shoulder against yours when he made his way to the bedroom.
Back to the living room, when you were all dancing, he made sure he would hit his back against yours, making you stumble forward. It was getting really infuriating. You looked back over your shoulder, just to catch him mouthing a forced "sorry" with another smile. Then something switched inside of you. You weren't getting guys either, but because you didn't want to. So you decided there would be a goal tonight.
You placed both hands over Eddie's shoulders and danced to the music. You swayed your hips to the rhythm, sliding down until you were almost crouched. Your dress rode up a little, showing a little more of your skin. He was flabbergasted to see you dancing like that out of nowhere.
You stood up and kept swinging your hips left and right. Turning on your back to your friend, you couldn't help but notice how Steve's eyes would divert whenever you caught him looking. You smirked. It was working. You then moved to Robin, dancing on your back to her as she placed her hands on your hips, dancing in sync with you. You dropped your head back, leaning against her shoulder, biting your lip.
"Yeah, honey. Whoo!" She gripped your skin through the fabric and grazed your stomach.
You and Robin were always too touchy and sometimes it made people think you had a thing. Steve included. He swallowed the dry lump in his throat, growing impatient as he saw the way she was holding your ribs, fingers touching the curve of your breasts. He tried to focus on his other friends, but it was too hard when you were looking at him that way.
He waved it off, reminding himself why he hated you, why he despised you. He remembered why he didn't invite you even then, you were forced to come because of your friends. But the thought of ripping off the material and sucking on your skin was making him become annoyed.
You were twerking with Robin and Eddie, your ass bouncing to the music. Your hips rolling as your legs are tangled to Eddie's. He doesn't care if you look hot, you're like a sister to him and it's hard for him to actually sexualize you. They knew what you were doing by now. They were catching sight of Steve holding his glass of whisky tightly. Your eyes drifted to him a few times, and your tongue would slip between your fingers in a cocky way. He knew that.
There was no one in the kitchen. You went looking for a beer as the buzz of all the drinks you had was too much now. There were too many empty bottles spread through the sink, along with the bottles of booze. A few snacks were on top of the kitchen island. You were too absorbed into your own thoughts as you ate the food and sipped on your newfound beer. You didn't see when Steve came right behind you.
His frame caged you between the kitchen island, while towering over you. His big hand found your hip and he swung you around, your faces barely touching as your eyes widened. He wasn't scowling, but his brows were furrowed and his lips were pursed.
"What?" You ask in confrontation, his arms leaning against the furniture behind you. "What? You're frustrated no one would fuck you on your birthday?"
Steve didn't answer you, rather, he chuckled with sarcasm. You watched as he shook his head, looking down. When he looked up at you, one of his hands flew up to your face, he was gripping your jawline almost forcefully.
"You know it sounds like you're just jealous, right? It seems to me you wish you were the one I was hitting on".
You laughed at his words, you truly laughed. But you couldn't deny the fact that Steve Harrington was almost God's grace.
"Oh, Stevie. Not even if the world was ending" Your own hand came up to his cheek, where you left a mocking slight slap.
He reacted to that. He truly wished you didn't have to be so bitchy about it. But now it was his time to play your game. His free hand reached for your side, fingers sliding up to your ribs. His thumb stroked your skin through the dress, right under the curve of your breast.
"Are you sure?" He rasped, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. His breath hit your skin and it left goosebumps.
The ones you couldn't fucking control. He mused at your reaction. "Yeah. That's what I thought".
Your only plan was to induce him. You didn't think Steve would actually come after you at all. And now you didn't have cards to play against him. And it made him realize he was the one ahead of you this time.
"So now that you have no other options, you come crawling to me?" You spread your hands against his chest, slipping your fingers down his white t-shirt, all while he tightens his fingers around your side.
He has to hold a grunt, because you're so hot and yet adorably annoying. He hates you, yes. But he would never deny fucking you either.
"Now, you wish. Don't pretend you're not enjoying this, pretty girl" His voice is like honey when it reaches your ear.
His fingers are rough on you, but they never hurt you. His expensive cologne is not helping either. And the way his hair falls on his face makes you think you wish you could rake your fingers through them. Your legs almost close in response to the pet name, but he's pushing one of his own legs in between yours. You didn't even notice it.
"Don't be so arrogant. You may be handsome, but you're far from being worth the time".
And you lie. You don't even budge, you don't blink an eye. It makes you realize how good of a liar you are and how bad it would make you look.
But it's not like he doesn't know you well enough to see you're not saying the truth and he laughs again. There's a soft, but still hard look on his face, he pouts at you with a sided smile and tilts his head. You wish you could admit he's not worth it.
"Right. So I won't waste your time" He then leaves your skin, and steps back. You immediately miss his touch. His leg isn't between yours anymore and he gives you another look before going back to the living room.
Steve can't do this anymore. He wished for a long time he would fuck you dumb. Just to hear you say his name. So he slowly retrieves back and turns his footsteps. And he waits, for a moment, but he waits. He's walking away sluggishly from you.
And you watch him walking away. Your heart is pumping faster and your hands are gripping too tight on the edge of the kitchen island. Your knees are wobbly. For a few seconds, you think it's better this way. Maybe you won't work in bed either. Maybe it would be a disaster doing that. But your body aches for him, your stomach burns craving for his touch. You call him out in almost a whisper, but it's enough for him to hear you.
He turns his head first, the corner of his eyes peering at you. "Are you sure?" He barely sees when you just nod, still holding yourself up from all the tension. "Fuck this".
He clings to you in a rush, holding your waist with both hands as he brushes his lips against yours. "Tell me we're not gonna regret this" He breathes out.
"I know I won't" Your arms wrap around his neck, hands finally tangling between his hair.
He needed reassurance, because there was no way he would regret this either. There was a fire growing inside his chest from seeing you this night. Obviously he wished he went to bed with another woman, but there's something about you that pulls him in. He wants to drown in you. His lips finally crashed against yours, for the first seconds it was an intense rush of feelings. You let out a muffled whimper, leaving him desperate to taste more of you.
His tongue slips through your mouth, colliding against yours. He tastes your beer and you taste the bourbon he was having. It's an explosion of lust between you two, finally. Steve lifts one hand and plants it on your neck, his rub stroking your chin. You wouldn't know he was soft after all you've been through. All the bickering, all the mocking. Every time you crossed paths, there was a look of aversion at each other.
You were almost always together. There were times you refused to go out with your friend because he was going too. Or he wouldn't go to someone's house or go out either because you'd be there. It's been like that for almost two years, ever since you saw him making fun of Eddie when he was still a new friend. And you hated that. You started to hate him with a growing avoidance to be near him.
After you started to mistreat him and be ironic most of the time. Until he started to fight back. Eddie was such a sweetheart, he was the one to stop you from fighting. He said it was okay, because then he became friends with Steve. But you never agreed to that and never forgave him either.
Now you were almost turning into a puddle. He kisses like he can't get enough of you. And you battle for dominance with your tongue. You pull the nape of his hair back and he groans. He tugs at you and pushes his hips forward until you feel the bulge straining in his jeans. His thumb slips down your neck as he feels your pulse, and then squeezes your throat lightly. You breathe out against his mouth with a soft moan and he loses it.
"Fuck, you're going to kill me" His voice is hoarse. Steve opens his lids only a few inches just to look at you with lust fulfilling his eyes.
He doesn't waste anymore time as he holds you up and you wrap your legs around his waist. He makes his way to his bedroom, locking the door as he shoves both of you against it. He kisses you again and there's no romance in it. He's impatient and bites your lower lip, pulling it back gently. It's a mix of roughness and softness at the same time. He drops your weight, only to capture your ass with both hands this time. His fingertips graze over the curve of your ass, digging his nails against it.
There's a jolt on your body when he slaps your asscheek. It stings but it doesn't hurt. "You like that, huh?" He chuckles against your mouth and gives your lips a smell peck before slapping you again.
"You're such an arrogant dork" You pull back and use both hands to shove him by his chest until the back of his knees hit his bed.
He watches in awe as you bend down in front of him, small gentle hands undoing his jeans, sliding your fingers against his boxer. You feel the roughness of it, his cock being pressed by the fabric, a damp patch forming around it. You don't need to waste your time with teasing, so you immediately get rid of both at the same time, watching as his hardness springs free. Reddened tip, leaking precum. His length surprised you.
You wrap a hand around his girth, stroking him a few times. You look back at him behind your lashes, his eyes trained at you with such an unreadable expression. He doesn't seem to hate you right now. You see how his chest rises quickly, and you bite your lower lip when you notice how his eyes shut when you stroke him harder.
Your fingers spread the liquid over his shaft before you finally get to taste him. You lick a stripe from his balls until the tip and put on a show for him. You swirl your tongue over the sensitive spot and open your mouth, sucking on it. Steve throws his head back, leaving a loud growl in reaction. You can't help but hum. You lower your head further down, bobbing it a few times until you're used to his size. You don't think you can deep throat him, but you try your best to get past half of it without gagging.
His tip hits the back of your throat and he moans. He doesn't care if he's vocal. You use your free hand to rest it over his stomach, fingers grazing his hairs, nails scratching his skin. You use your tongue to lick him through his length, pumping him with your mouth.
He grabs a fistful of your hair, fingers tangling on it. He bucks his hips forward and fucks your mouth. He can't stop whimpering either. You hear your name slipping out of his throat every now and then. You hold his shaft and suck his cock mercilessly, saliva dripping down his skin. You pull back with a pant, looking at him straight in the eyes and he hurriedly pulls you back up. Your mouth is so wet, from the spit, from his precum.
Steve is fast when he swings you around, removing your shoes and throwing them off. He pushes you slowly to the bed so you bend over to him, your ass in the air for him. He plants his palms over your cheeks, stroking them before slapping one and you jolt forward again, leaving a mewl.
"You're such a pretty needy thing, aren't you?" His tone is raspy and it trembles from his sight. Another slap. "Always so pretty. Delicate". Another slap. "It's such a shame we hate each other. Could've had fucked you way before".
You feel his hands lifting the hem of your dress, reaching for your underwear. He rolls it off your legs, getting rid of it before opening your legs apart with one knee. The air gets knocked out of your lungs when he uses his thumb to spread your slit. His finger reaches for your clit and rubs circles around it, making your hips stutter.
"Fuck, Steve" You plead. He collects the wetness of your cunt and uses it as leverage to push into your pussy and you cry out. "Shit".
He's lightheaded, drunk on you. Steve strokes his cock as he pumps his finger inside you a few times. He rubs his thumb up and down, pressing your swollen nub. He hisses whenever you roll your hips against his finger, feeling your slippy skin against his thumb. His cock is almost bursting into a mess and he can't seem to hold it back for too long, but he tries. He picks up a condom from his drawer and rolls the plastic around his shaft.
Still on your fours, you can feel him shifting behind you, positioning himself. His free hand stays on your waist as he uses the other one to rub his dick against your slit. You bite your lip from the obscenities you want to scream.
He pushes his tip first, feeling you clench around him. He takes another second before thrusting against you once, carefully so it won't hurt. You drop your weight forward, whimpering from the sensation.
"Fuck, I'm so big for you" His hips slowly start to hit on your ass. "You okay, pretty?"
You can't formulate an answer so you just nod. Steve could never be this gentle in your head. And yet, there he was, making sure you were good. You heard his own voice proclaiming curses under his breath each time he digs his cock further into your pussy. He starts pounding on you quickly, slapping his skin against yours.
You're both a mess of moans, you can't stand on your elbows and you can't stop rolling your hips against him. He holds your waist with both hands, firmly gripping on your skin.
"Oh God, Steve. That's it. That's so good" You yelp when you feel the tip of his cock hitting you.
His hair is a mess, there's a few strands falling over his eyes as he looks down. He takes his shirt off and throws it away as well, feeling his body on fire. Sweat streamed down his hairy chest, reaching his happy trail.
"You're so fucking good" He praises.
He leans down on you, thrusting harder against your pussy. The new position makes you feel every inch of his cock, his balls slapping against your ass too. Steve carefully wraps one hand around your throat, squeezing it. It's enough for your windpipe to close a bit.
You shut your eyes and your brows crease, voice too strained from pleasure to say anything else. He can only listen to your crying moans.
He licks his lips, moving closer to your ear. "You're such a kinky girl, I see" Steve whispers, his hot breath hitting your skin. You clench around him again and he leaves a groan next to you. "Fuck, do that again".
Now you chuckle, still in a daze. He's still gripping your throat tightly, fingers digging on your neck, straining you. You cage his cock so hard with your pussy, he pushes it all inside of you. He can't move it, and the more you clench around him, the more he feels his pleasure building up.
He pounds hard once, his free hand still holding your waist for support. You throw your head back and roll your eyes. His other hand never leaves your throat. He pushes further again, hips meeting your ass, and you cry. He then decides to pull you up, leaning your back against his chest. You're feeling limp already. His tip hits a different spot inside of you and it makes you roll your hips against him.
Steve rests his head over your shoulder, and he whispers such dirty things for you but you can barely comprehend what he's saying. He's wrapped an arm around you, snapping his hips against you. The other hand slips down your body, cupping one of your breasts. His fingers pinch your hardened nipple, ripping another moan from you.
He loves the way you're falling apart for him, as much as he's glad you're doing the same for him. Even though he would love to see you riding him. He feels your legs wobbling, tension contracting your body. Your muscles are sore and there's a knot forming in your stomach.
He's clinging to you, his sweaty chest is sticking to your back. Now he's not even pounding on you anymore, he's just pushing his cock in a soft motion as he whispers into your ear.
He grazes his teeth between your earlobe and breathes against your skin. You're already clenching so hard, he thinks his cock could snap in half. "Come for me, pretty girl".
Steve spreads wet kisses against your neck, sucking on it as he trails your skin down to your shoulder. You don't want to deal with that right now, you don't want to think how soft he's being to you. There's a coil inside of you and it snaps as you cum on his cock. Your body jolts and trembles over him, legs almost faltering.
You're squirming and clenching around him as he thrusts faster when he feels his orgasm reaching its peak. He usually doesn't cum together with a partner. It's either he waits for them to cum first and he finishes minutes later, or when he's feeling needy he finishes first. But it's hard for something like that to happen.
You're still coming down from your high, he spurts into the condom, feeling his muscles contracting. He never leaves you, he groans from the pleasure over your ear and leaves marks from his fingertips on you.
He gives his final thrust, throwing his head over your shoulder. He's heaving against your back, cock still twitching inside of you. You turn your head to the side where his head is resting and kiss his temple, ripping him from his daydream, catching him off guard.
He painfully pulls back from you, missing your pussy right at the same moment. Steve disappears into his bathroom for a few seconds, walking back and picking up the clothes from the floor. You notice you're completely naked and start wondering when the fuck you got rid of your dress.
You look at Steve. Sweat coating his skin. His hair is wet, as well as his chest and his stomach. His face is flushed and his breathing is still uneven just like yours. He hands you your lace underwear and gets dressed up. You're still peering at him from the corner of your eye, watching the way he tries to fix his greasy sweaty hair with his fingers, only making you feel giddy about it.
But it surprises you when he hands out a comb for you to brush your hair. Your head immediately snapping at him, eyes wide and mouth agape. He clears his throat when he notices your reaction, sitting on his bed close to you.
"I uhâ Maybe we should, you know" He gestures with his fingers, but it's unclear to you what he wants.
And you giggle, tilting your head at him. "Are you getting shy on me, Steve Harrington?"
But he waves you off, pretending he doesn't know what you're talking about. It's kind of a strange feeling to be around him without jumping at each other's throats, but at the same time, it's a good thing.
"I meant, we should talk it off. You know, hating each other. I know you never bothered to show how much you hate me because of Eddie. And I know I was a dick" Steve never even tried to apologize to you before, knowing you were never open to it.
"Let's not get through this tonight, we should try to have fun on your birthday. See if you can actually score".
He chuckles when you finish your sentence, knowing there would be no way he would fuck someone else this night. Not even if he wanted to. "So... we're kinda good tonight?"
You look down at his hand that is expectantly waiting for you to shake it. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea after all. "Yeah, kinda. Just for tonight".
He shakes your hand as well, flicking his eyes between your hand and your lips. God, he wanted to kiss you again. You both get up from the bed and fix your clothes before leaving the bedroom, but when you're holding the doorknob, you feel his hand wrapping around your wrist carefully.
You look to your side, to the way he's facing you in a different way. His hand slips to yours, interlocking his fingers with yours, and he pulls you closer to him. You just let him. He holds your jawline with his free hand and hovers his lips against yours lips.
"Just... let me do it one more time tonight" And he kisses you, soft tongue colliding against yours again.
There's something conflicting inside of him. Like his feelings are battling against his mind. Because to him, there was no way he was starting to have emotions towards you.
Not now, not ever.
He breaks the kiss, and when he opens his eyes he realizes something. He was fucked.
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Birthday Blues
Pairing: Max Verstappen x reader
Authors note: finished this yesterday but tumblr deleted it xx
Warnings: none, for once
Word count: 5.9k
Requested: yes/no

Max was tired. Heâd been at this charity event for hours, sat to the side sipping at some drink heâd been handed as he watched coworkers and acquaintances mill about, spreading joy he didnât have.
Heâd came alone, contrary to most of his friends who all danced and laughed with their partners, swinging around loosely under the evening lights, faint music guiding their hearts in a loving dance.
Heâd come under the notion that heâd get to hang out with Daniel or Charles, maybe even Checo. But they were all whisked away with the brush of a gentle hand and a lipstick kiss, leaving with the merry call of their lovers giggle and leaving a disgruntled and lonely Max in their wake.
So here he was, his friends preoccupied and in love, a frown gracing his face and the ideal of charity being the only thing keeping his perfectly clean dress shoes cemented to the tile floor.
He takes a big swig of whatever drink was in his hand, grimacing as the bourbon burned his throat on the way down. He vaguely considers leaving, debating how much his presence would be missed by those happier than him when one of the few people in the same boat as him comes bounding up.
âMaxie!â Max winces at the volume of Landos voice as he stomps happily up to the Red Bull driver, a toothy grin on his slightly intoxicated face. Max disregards the awful nickname, choosing instead to humor the McLaren driver.
âHi Lando,â Max smiles, unable to truly be displeased around the ball of absolute joy in front of him, âEnjoying yourself?â
Lando laughs, although Max isnât entirely sure whatâs so funny. He doesnât mention it though, tilting his head in the Brits direction.
âYeah, yeah, itâs fun,â Lando starts, moving to lean against the wall Max was standing on, âSeems to be more romantic than usual, though. Not exactly my cup of tea.â
This causes the frown to reappear on Maxâs face, his lips forming a firm line as heâs reminded of his loneliness in the face of the romance that surrounded him. Max simply hums in response, suddenly wishing he had another drink. He turns to grab one from a nearby waiter, eyes trailing after them as they walk away. As he traces their path, his gaze finally catches on you.
You were stood a few yards away, your form perfectly blocked by the way Lando had been standing. After seeing you, Max wishes heâd pushed Lando out of the way much sooner. His gaze traces the features of your face delicately, scrawling over the expanse of your flowing dress, the red shining beautifully against your skin. Max wishes for nothing more than study the freckles that dot said skin, knowing he could makes the most beautiful constellations if given the chance. Your hair falls perfectly around your face, framing it as if it was a work of art. Even after one look, Max isnât sure that you, in fact, arenât one. Heâd certainly pay good money even if your face was the only exhibit.
Lando, even in his drunken state, catches on to Maxâs staring and turns to catch your attention, calling out your name in the loudest of fashions. Max finds himself mouthing your name to himself the second it leaves Landos lips, hoping heâd have to use it a lot in the future.
You turn and smile as you spot the pair, taking the few steps it takes to reach them. Lando slings an arm around your shoulder and Max is suddenly struck with the terrifying idea that you were dating the small, insane, terrifyingly unromantic Brit next to you. It would certainly be strange, considering Lando had just dismissed the event for being âtoo romanticâ. But as you lean into his hold, Max has to stop himself from frowning.
âMaxie, this is my friend, Y/N. Sheâs just moved here so sheâs crashing with me while her place gets furnished or whatever. Sheâs just as boring as you so Iâm sure youâll get along great,â Lando grins. You donât seem offended by his words, probably both aware of the amount heâs drank and understanding of the joking connotation behind his rude statement.
âI donât go out to a club with you one time and you decide to write me off for being boring ever since,â You roll your eyes, a charming smile on your lips. Max lights up at the realization that youâre not, in fact, dating the extremely talented McLaren driver next to you.
Lando snorts unceremoniously, swaying the two of you side-to-side, âMaybe you shouldâve come out, then? It was sick, you wouldâve loved it.â
âI was watching a movie, mate,â You laugh, ruffling the hair of your friend, âAnd I was sick!â
Lando laughs, finally releasing your shoulder from his grasp and falling back into place beside Max, âYeah, yeah, whatever princess. Just be glad I brought you chicken soup the next day. Even with my nasty hangover and two hours of sleep!â
You smile warmly at the memory before something seems to strike you, âYou fell asleep on my couch and then woke up and drank all my coffee!â
The thief in question holds his hands up in surrender, seemingly started to slowly back away from your accusatory glare, eyes scanning for an escape route, âUh, why donât you talk about that with Max, Iâm gonnaâŚâ
His eyes finally catch on something on the other side of the room, his feet speeding up below him, âGo talk to Oscar! Bye, Y/N!â
You and Max turn to watch Lando speed away, careening into the back of Oscar, the Aussie stumbling forward from the impact. You look away, turning back toward Max with a slight laugh. As you face him, Max thanks the heavens for the atmosphere provided as the setting sun through the expansive windows combined with the soft lighting from above shine down on the side of your face, enlightening the curve of your lips as they open to release the soft melody of your voice.
âHeâs so weird.â
Max laughs at the statement, his head moving on its own to agree with you, âHe definitely is.â
You look up toward his face, your eyes quizzical and your head tilted slightly, âIâm so sorry, I donât think Lando even properly gave us a second to meet. Iâm y/n.â
Max nods, âMax.â
You smile, grasping a flute of champagne from a passing waiter into your perfectly manicured hand. Max takes a large gulp of his own glass, grateful for the temporary respite from his growing thirst.
âI know you, Max,â You smile, taking a sip of Champagne, âBeen to a couple of races with McLaren. Congrats on being completely dominate by the way.â
Max laughs, ducking his head slightly as his face flushes red for a few moments, âThank you.â
You nod, satisfied, as your eyes go back out or stare at the party flowing smoothly in front of you. Max leans slightly closer to you, causing your attention to snap back to him.
âIf Iâd known youâd been at a race I wouldâve asked Lando to introduce us sooner,â Max smiles, liquid courage clearly causing excess confidence to bleed into his words.
You flush at his words, biting your lip in an attempt to cover your obvious grin. Maxâs eyes widen warmly as you turn your face away, covering your warm cheeks with your free hand before turning back to him. Max is just happy he got you to laugh.
âIs that so?â
âOf course.â
You take another sip of your champagne, fully angling yourself toward the Dutch man, looking up through your eyelashes at him. Max isnât sure on how yet but all he knows is that he wonât let this end, the party he once detested now becoming the most interesting thing heâd entertained in a while.
Max scans his eyes over your figure, gaze catching on a stack of bracelets sitting delicately on your wrist. A charm bracelet lays gently with a stack of bangles on top and, finally, a few ornately stitched thread bracelets are mixed throughout the stack.
âI like your bracelets.â
You perk up at his words, glancing between him and your wrist before lifting your wrist slightly up toward him, âReally? Theyâre from this brand in Greece! Theyâre all custom made and personalized however you want them to be.â
Max just watches as you fidget with some of the dangling charms on your bracelet, Max spotting a wave and a bird as they clank against the blue and gold thread of your other bracelet. He listens as you explain the lore behind the stack, a small grin forming as you get lost in your mind.
Youâre not sure how long youâre stood there, conversing quietly as the party progresses without you. The sun sets in the time you talk, the only light now being the soft glow that the floating chandeliers cast onto your faces. Youâre also not sure on how the topic comes up but you suddenly find yourself discussing your birthdays, Max shocked to find out you have the same one.
âSeptember 30th, yeah?â You ask him, bright eyes widening as he nods. You seem to grin wider at his confirmation, another thing you have in common being added to the ever-growing list, âAny plans?â
Max is suddenly struck with the fact that, for once, he didnât have any plans for his birthday. It wasnât a race weekend so Red Bull wouldnât be doing anything, he was grown enough where his family wouldnât be organizing anything and this was the first year in a while he didnât have a girlfriend to at least keep him company. He pauses at the thought, the absolute depressing notion of a thought causing his eyebrows to furrow.
âI guess not, no.â
You seem to catch onto his mental dilemma, gently reaching a hand up to rub small circles onto his shoulder. He tries his best not to move suddenly as your warm hand makes contact. He glances over, sporting the sympathetic smile on your face.
Not wanting to rain on your parade, he really tries to force a smile but it seems to come out as more of a grimace as you pat him, your hand dropping away, âYou could always come to my birthday. Landos renting a boat. Id love to have you there.â
âI wouldnât want to intrude or anything-â
You stop him, shaking your head with your persistently charming smile, âNonsense, itâs a big boat, you wouldnât be intruding anything. Itâs your birthday too!â
He doesnât seem fully convinced, though, and you roll your eyes, leaning fully toward him. You swing both arms around his neck, hands connected behind him and your body weight now fully leaned against him. Max, not wanting to knock you both over, rests his hands against your waist, hoping to save your balance.
You look up at him, biting your lip to stop the laugh threatening to escape your lips, âIf you donât want to share a birthday party, then Iâm cordially inviting you to my birthday party as my friend.â
Max looks down at you, gaze soft as he stares at your gentle and genuine expression. He could tell you werenât going to let this go, even if he turned down the invitation. So, despite his best judgement, he finds himself nodding as a yes, a grin starting to peak out on his usually stoic face. You laugh happily, leaning out of his grasp to sway merrily.
âI canât wait to see you there,â you grin at the Red Bull driver, elation seeping into your voice, âMaxie.â
Max groans at the nickname but, for once, maybe feels a little charmed by it as it seems to bring you so much humor. You set your now empty glasses down on a nearby table, leaning forward to grasp Maxâ hands in yours and practically tear him away from the spot on the wall heâd taken up for the past few hours. You start to lead him away from his corner of solitude toward the heart of the party which was still beating healthily despite the late hour.
âCome on, letâs dance,â you bounce on your heels excitedly as you pull him along, âYou can help me plan what party information to feed Lando over the next few months. He still thinks itâs a surprise party but we live together and heâs anything but subtle.â
Max just smiles, following along behind you as he listens intently to your echoing voice. He sticks close to you, following your every step despite the fact that the idea of dancing at this party made him want to throw up. The idea of doing it with you and being able you hear you talk animatedly for a bit longer making the idea bearable enough for him to endure it. For your sake.
A few months later, Max finds himself on the deck of a yacht, sun shining down brightly onto his shoulders as the deep blue expanse of the Mediterranean stretched out in all directions below him.
Heâd seen a good amount of people from the second heâd stepped onto the boat that morning, both people he knew and some heâd never met before. He knew Lando was around somewhere, his loud voice bouncing off the edges of the boat.
He hadnât seen you yet but he wasnât completely alone. Lando had taken the liberty of inviting Oscar whoâd dragged along Logan, the two blond drivers having been sat on the upper deck since before Max had arrived.
Itâs not that Max felt lost but he did feel a bit out of his element. Your friends milled around, wandering throughout the boat, conversations (and alcohol) flowing smoothly.
Just as Max moves to head up to where heâd seen Oscar and Logan hanging around, heâs frozen by the sound of your voice ringing out from a few yards away, âMax!â
Maxâs eyes turn toward you, drifting over your body as he takes in the red swimsuit hugging your skin, the fabric the same shade as the red dress youâd worn at the gala all those nights ago.
Sunglasses sit perched on your nose, your hand moving to push the bridge of them back up from whereâd theyâd starting to slip down. Sunscreen sits atop your sun-kissed skin, casting a soft shining glow as the sunlight bounces off it.
âHi, y/n,â Max smiles gently at you, still not completely at ease on the boat, âHappy birthday.â
You grin, quirking your head at the driver, âHappy birthday to you too, Maxie. Iâm glad you decided to come.â
Max squints slightly as the sun beats down, rays of light sneaking into his unprotected eyes, âI didnât want to miss your party, Lando even invited me himself.â
You laugh, head dropping back at his words. You both knew Lando was still under the impression that the whole party had been a surprise to you that morning. You were considering a career in acting with how Lando had believed your reaction.
âWell, make yourself comfortable, Landos paying soâŚâ you trail off, shrugging your shoulders as you glance around, eyes tracing between the ocean and the sight of your friends lounging around before they land on the bar, drinks already being handed out, âWeâll set off in a few minutes, I think weâre just waiting on one more person.â
Max nods as you continue to look around, his eyes being dragged back to you.
Youâre notably missing any jewelry, no doubt not wanting to lose it when you swim later. Max does notice the fresh set of nails youâve got on, white and gold decorating the ends of your fingers.
You seem to notice Maxâs attention on your hands and you grin, lifting your hands toward him, âYou like? Got them done yesterday, I was more excited to spend the day with my mom than actually getting the nails. Iâd usually get blue but I thought white would match my swimsuit better, you know?â
Max nods, grateful to, once again, hear your joyful rambling, âI like them, theyâre really pretty.â
Your face forms into a satisfies smile, glancing over the nails in question before you look back up toward Max, âIâm glad you think so.â
Max smiles his first genuine smile since stepping on the boat, eternally grateful to have you here in front of him. Just as youâre about to say something, your eyes catch on something over Maxâs shoulder and your mouth falls closed, a small exhale leaving your mouth as you seemingly hold back a laugh.
âMax!â A voice calls out from behind him. When Max turns, heâs met by the sight of one Daniel Ricciardo bounding down the dock, wearing a giant grin and a familiar burnt orange hat. Maxâs eyes widen at the sight of the Aussie as he jumps onto the boat, his toned arm coming to swing around Maxâs shoulders.
Daniel looks down at you, a humored smirk on your face, âHi y/n, happy birthday.â
âHi Danny,â you hum, looking between the pair of friends.
Daniel looks around, his eyes quickly catching on Lando, no doubt doing something stupid. He pats Max on the shoulder before peeling away, âHappy birthday Maxie, Iâll see you in a minute.â
Daniel bounces away, echoes of Landos name being shouted out of his mouth, the Brit quickly enduring the tackle of the older Aussie. Max laughs as he watches the attack, eyes crinkling and shoulders shaking.
Max looks back toward you when he hears your own melodic laugh ring out beside him, âYou invited Daniel?â
You turn your head toward him, smiling shyly as you nod, âItâs your birthday too, didnât want you to be too lonely.â
Max shakes his head, although he canât fight the warm laugh that escapes him, already having a better birthday than heâd expected to.
âNow that our final guest is here, we can finally set sail,â you say, walking away from the boats entrance. Max, not entirely sure of where Daniel had gone, decides to follow you.
Max isnât sure what heâd expected from the party but whatever was currently happening was exceeding that.
With the arrival of Daniel, he was officially friends with over 50% of the guests in attendance. After a few drinks, it was pretty easy for him to befriend your brothers as well, especially when he found out they were both huge sports fans.
As the boat sailed idly around the open water, the party roared smoothly, new and old friendships forging deeper bonds. Music played from the speakers, Landos playlist quickly being switched out for your own.
After a few hours, the boat stopped and Lando was quick to throw himself overboard, his happy shouts echoing as he hurtled toward the water below. Heâs followed by Logan who reaches the water with a surprisingly elegant dive, his departure causing a begrudging Oscar to jump after him.
Then comes your brothers, the pair of them roughhousing the second they both come up for air.
You roll your eyes playfully as you watch them all come down, you and Max having been already laid out on the lower deck, the water lapping at the edge of the boat just a few feet away.
You snort as you watch a couple of your own friends push eachother into the water, your head turning back toward the sun above you when you hear the splash of them entering the water.
Your eyes stay closed as the sun shines down on you, the warmth spreading through your skin. Though your eyes do shoot open when you feel water splash over top you and a loud laugh rings out next to you.
Max watches as you sit up, your eyes locking on Daniel whoâd just stepped over you in order to cannonball into the ocean, successfully converting both you and Max in the cold water. Max was fighting the urge to laugh, scared heâd end up being pushed in if he laughed too loudly.
You scowl playfully at the Australian who laughs before diving under for a few seconds, shaking his wet hair as he comes up and getting even more water on you.
You stand up, flipping him off before moving to walk away. Max stands up after you as you toss your sunglasses on a nearby couch, âIâm getting a drink, Max.â
Daniel, though, calls out toward Max, happiness coursing through his words, âYou coming in, mate?â
Max glances between you and Daniel before quickly taking a few steps to cut in front of you just as your about to enter the heart of the ship.
âHi, Max,â you smile cheerfully, no idea what was in store for you in the coming moments.
âForgive me,â Max mumbles as your furrow your eyebrows.
âWhat?â
Before you can even ask for clarification, Max scoops you up in his arms and starts to walk back toward the water.
âMax!â You laugh loudly, arms threading around the back of his neck and tightening as he jumps off the edge, both of you hitting the cold water shortly after.
He can hear Danielâs nearby laugh even under the water, the sound coming through muffled as he pushes his way to the air above, your arms still intertwined behind his neck. As soon as he reaches the top, he can hear you laugh freely, the loud noise rivaling the beauty of the sunlight above.
âI hate you,â you quiet a bit as you say it, though thereâs no venom behind your words. In fact, thereâs a toothy grin on your face, accenting the sight of your wet face, hair now soaked and dripping as you try your best to stay afloat.
The water runs down your skin in rivulets, catching the rays of lights from above as it drips down, causing you to glow more than you already did under the Mediterranean sun.
Max hums, âI donât think you do.â
You quirk your head, eyes narrowing as you look closely at him, âI donât.â
âY/N!â Your lean away from Max as your name is called, your attentions being drawn over to Logan who seemed to be attempting to drown Oscar, the Aussie trying his best to fight back. Max watches as Logan goes to speak again, Oscar successfully managing to get away, âWeâre gonna do the jet-skis!â
You push away from Max and start to paddle toward the younger drivers, Oscar having started to attempt his revenge on the American. Logan, though, is unfazed by the shorter driver, turning to tackle him as you make your way over.
Maxâs eyes stay on you as you swim away, watching as you intervene in the fight, pulling Oscar away. Max canât help the dopey smile that forms on his lips.
âYou like her,â Daniel sings, swimming his way to where Max is leaning against the edge of the boat.
Max rolls his eyes, the smile dropping off his face, âShut up.â
The hours pass by, your friends eventually being pulled back onto the boat in order for it to set sail back home again.
You all come back together for dinner, sitting around on the deck as you dine. At one point. Lando pelts Oscar in the face with an empty water bottle. Oscar, who wasnât looking up when it happened, mistakes the thrower for Logan and decides to start fighting him again, Lando sitting back with a grin on his face.
Now that they donât have to stay relatively sober in order to swim, drinks flow much quicker.
As the sun sets on the horizon, your friends spread out across the boat, relaxation seeping into their bones, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up to them.
Max laid out on the lower deck with you, watching as the sky explodes with hues of orange and pink. You both watch the sun lower down, a bottle of champagne laying between you.
Max doesnt think heâd even felt so at peace. Or had such a perfect birthday.
Your peace is interrupted after the sun has fully set, making way for the stars to break through and shine next to the moon above you.
You turn around as you hear a chorus of voices shout loudly, âHappy birthday!â
Your met with Lando standing just a few yards away, a cake held tightly in his hands, a few sparklers and candles sticking out of the top of it.
âAwww,â you laugh, standing up to face your friends, âPlease donât sing.â
This causes a laugh to spread through the group, Lando piping up to respond, âI donât think that would go very well even if we wanted to.â
You snort, walking over to the cake, looking closely at the words written on top. Max sits back as you walk away from him, standing up after a few moments just to observe.
You look a bit closer at the cake before turning around to face Max again. He raises an eyebrow as you beckon him over, one of your hands swinging out to wave him toward you.
Max isnât entirely sure why you were interrupting your own candle blowing to call him over but he agrees anyway, making his way to your side.
He glances down at the cake, a grin splitting his face as he reads it.
âHappy Birthday
Max & Y/Nâ
Max laughs slightly, the alcohol currently coursing through him inhibiting him from feeling any amount of embarrassment at the amount of eyes on him.
You turn and grin at him, the soft light of the candles reflecting off your shining eyes. Even in the dark of the night and with salt water stuck in your hair, Max still thinks you look rather beautiful.
You gesture down at the cake, candles still alight on each half, âYou wanna blow out the ones on that side?â
Max doesnât want to look away from your face but he does eventually manage to pull his eyes away, nodding as he spots the candles. You smile, leaning down toward the cake in Landoâs outstretched hands. Max leans as well, and you both are quick to blow out the candles to the cheers of your friends around you.
Lando walks to put the cake down on a table, leaning over to ask your brother to find the plates and forks. As you move to watch the recording of the small celebration on Loganâs phone, Max walks over to the Brit.
âThanks for the cake thing,â Max says, picking up an abandoned water bottle and taking a quick swig.
Lando quirks his head, rubbing the back of his neck absently, âThank y/n, not me. She told me that if I were to, hypothetically, get her a birthday cake, she wanted your name on it as well. All hypothetically of course.â
Max laughs, his face softening when he thinks about your conversation about dropping birthday hints for Lando to pick up on. But from Landos recount, this specific hint was a bit more obvious than the other ones. He turns his head to see you laughing at something Logan had said, Oscar looking closer and closer to sleep as the conversation went on.
Maybe if heâd been completely sober, Max wouldâve felt a lot warmer at the thought of you thinking about him even for your own birthday party. But he wasnât completely sober so the only thought he had when he looked at you was just how pretty you were.
Your brother comes back with plates pretty quickly, Lando cutting pieces in the most even way he can, unceremoniously plopping the largest piece down on your plate with a giggle.
Once everyoneâs eaten their cake and properly disposed of their plates, itâs just a waiting game until the boat docks again.
You all lay out on the outer decks of the boat, looking up and watching the stars above you. Max can vaguely hear Danielâs light snores, signaling the Aussie had fallen asleep from where he laid a few yards away.
Once you do dock, all your friends start to make their way off the boat and back to their own homes. Max watches as Logan carries an inebriated Oscar on his back, the Aussie sporting a brand-new, bright red sunburn on his face.
Lando vaguely follows them, the pair having crashed in his place for the weekend considering neither of them resided in Monaco.
Your brothers take the liberty of waking Daniel up, the driver walking tiredly off the boat.
As the rest of your friends leave, Max is left alone with you on the deck of the boat, the moonlight bouncing off the water and lighting up the space between you.
Youâve got something clutched to your side, Max is too out of it to question it.
âThank you for inviting me,â Max starts, a genuine smile on his tired features, âIâd probably be sat alone on the sim right now otherwise.â
You laugh, not entirely aware of how much truth there was behind his statement, âIâm glad you came, it was really fun.â
Max hums, an absent smile crossing his face as he gazes softly at yours. Heâs too busy looking at you to notice you bring your hand up from your side, a small box clutched in your manicured hands.
âI got you something,â your eyes light up as you push the box toward him, glancing between his face and the small white box, âHappy Birthday, Maxie.â
Max accepts the box, though he shakes his head as he does, âYou didnât have to-â
âNo, but I wanted to,â you interrupt quickly, grinning and pushing the box closer to Maxâs chest.
Max looks at you for a few seconds longer before glancing down toward the box, his hands moving to open it, the top swinging on its hinge to reveal whatâs inside. With the amount of alcohol still in his system, it takes a few tries but he does eventually get it open.
Max freezes as he sees whatâs inside.
A bracelet, not unlike one of your own, sits gently in the center of the box. Orange and gold thread twist around to form the circle, the threads shining under the distant street lights. Right where the threads come to an end and meet the clasp, a few small charms are clustered together. Max looks a bit closer at the charms and sees a thirty-three, his initials and, lastly, a small lions head.
When Max doesnât respond immediately, you seem to assume the worst, words falling out of your mouth in a tipsy ramble as you start to pick at a patch on your skin, âIf you donât like it, thatâs fine, really! I shouldâve asked. Is it too much? I shouldâve done one instead of thirty-three, Iâm sorry max-!â
Your voice cuts off abruptly as Maxâs hands wrap gently around the side of your face, the bracelet being shoved into his pocket. Your eyes widen under his touch, looking up into his own. Max takes a breath before speaking, liquid confidence fueling his words, âCan I kiss you?â
Your mouth opens and closes a few times, seemingly searching for words you cannot find before it ultimately falls shut. You nod your head instead.
Max leans down to capture your lips in his, your hands moving to tug gently at his salty hair. Max grins against your mouth before he dives back in, one of his hands sliding to tug your form closer to his. Max feels almost light-headed, the spark of your lips against his causing his brain to practically short-circuit.
When you split to take a breath, you lean your forehead against his. Maxâs opens his eyes to glance warmly at your flushed face. When your eyes fall open and lock on his, you lean away, a loud laugh echoing from your lips.
You gaze over him as he brings you back close to him, your hands clasping behind his neck. Your thumb rubs passive circles on his skin as he goes to speak.
âThank you,â Max says, bringing your attention back to his face, âFor the bracelet. Itâs perfect.â
You hum, lips turning up into a blushing smile, âIâm glad you like it.â
Max looks down at you with stars in his eyes, watching the way the moon light shines off the side of your face, your features looking even more striking under night sky, âI do. I really, really do.â
At his words you tug him down toward you, leaning your face up to kiss him again.
Just as your lips brush, a loud voice shouts out from off the boat, âY/N! Weâre leaving! If you donât come now youâll have to get your own car!â
You groan loudly, shoulders sagging as you rest your forehead against Maxâs chest, eyes locked on the ground. Max has to struggle to hold back his laugh, his teeth sinking into his lip. Watching your despair, Max is struck by an idea.
âYou could stay with me?â Max suggests, grinning as your head pops up.
âCould I? I donât want to deal with Logan and Oscar, especially not while hungover,â you brighten as you ask him.
Max, instead of answering, grabs your hand, pulling you off the boat. You speed up for a few steps in order to fall into his side, his arm coming up to wrap around your shoulder.
As Max leads you up toward the street, youâre met with Lando stood at the open car door, tiredness clear in his stance. If Max were to lean forward, heâd see Oscar and Logan passed out, limbs tangled in the cramped seats.
âYou coming then, mate?â Lando asks you, pushing his glasses up on his face. Max isnât entirely sure why he was still wearing sunglasses in the dark of the night but he chose not to question it.
You flush, leaning into Maxâs grasp, âIâm staying with Max.â
Lando smirks, raising his glasses to look between the two of you with a nod, âDonât have too much fun tonight.â
You roll your eyes, leaning out of Maxâs grasp. Max finds himself missing the feeling of your body next to his. He doesnât have to miss it for too long, though, as after you plant a gentle kiss on Landos cheek, you fall right back into Maxâs hold.
âThank you for the party, Lan. Love you.â
Lando rolls his eyes, sliding his glasses back down his face as he shakes his head, âYeah, yeah, love you too. Iâll see you at lunch tomorrow, you should bring your boyfriend.â
It Maxâs turn to blush, a chuckle leaving his lips. Instead of replying, you both walk away from the Brit, Max laughing loudly when he hears Lando mumble something about âbirthday shaggingâ from behind your backs.
You both continue to walk away, Max bringing you closer to his side and your head falling against his shoulder.
Max leans over to press a kiss to your temple, your skin warm against his lips, âYou ready to go home?â
You pause, looking up at Max as he looks down at you. You state warmly up at him for a few moments, simply taking in the look on his face. Your smile widens as your cheeks flush, âIâd love to.â
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