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krys4h · 2 months ago

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𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 ☆

summary◞﹒୧ Choso has a crush on his favorite customer at his vinyl shop, and he wants you bad.

contents◞﹒୧ 7.4k words, fluff, nsfw, smut, au modern setting, vinyl shop au, vinylshopowner!choso, chubby!reader, thick!reader, singlemother!reader, fem!reader, shy!choso, praise, pet name (baby), vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, doggy style, smut with plot, not proof read, minors dni.

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𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥

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Choso wasn't a womanizer, and certainly not a seducer. He was a stoic man, always wearing an aloof expression, as if he didn't want to be here. When he found a girl pretty, he simply looked away, no emotion crossed his face and he continued his day as if nothing had happened. He wasn't a virgin, just not the most comfortable at flirting.

In high school, Yuuji had more success than him. This cheerful guy attracted all the girls, his smile was a powerful tool. Choso, he was way too shy to even approach a girl, and way too aloof to let himself be approached.

So when you came into his vinyl shop, nothing could prepare him for the reaction, the wave of emotions that you were going to bring out in him.

With your daughter in hand, you walked into the shop, looking at your surroundings. The vinyl shop was a little place decorated with multiple plants, and hundreds of music posters were plastered on the walls. From Destiny's Childs to Linkin Park, rock, jazz, rap, all genres of music were on the walls.

Right next to the cash register were vinyl turntables, where “Kiss of life” by Sade was playing. There were vintage CDs bins under the vinyl bins. There was a special charm to the place, and a sweet smell of jasmine enveloped the room.

Choso was writing something behind the cash register when he raised his head to look at his new customer, all the air in his lungs disappeared. It was like those moments that shape everyone's life.

Saying you were beautiful was an euphemism. You were drop dead gorgeous, shaped by God himself, an angel sent to earth to drive people crazy. It was a sunny day, the sun's rays penetrated the shop to illuminate your figure, and made your skin glow.

Wearing a black maxi skirt that reached down to your feet, it hugged every curve of your lower body to perfection. Your jewelry made noise with each of your steps, and Choso didn't know where to look, your belly chain called him just like the multiple long necklaces that came down in your cleavage. Your chest was enhanced by a close-fitting top, black like your skirt, the perfect ensemble for the shape of your body. Your stomach was bare and you proudly displayed the stretch marks of your pregnancy under your belly chains.

When you turned around to rummage through the vinyl bins, Choso had to make a superhuman effort not to stare at your ass, the tight fabric of your skirt perfectly fitting your curves. Instead, his gaze was lost in your back, your top was backless, and it was the sexiest sight he has seen. Seriously, who was that girl? He never saw someone so gorgeous. Your skin was glowing in the sun, and your jewelry accentuated the shining aura you had.

The image of your body and face was forever imprinted in his memory and he swears he was not the same man at that moment. It was like your beauty had short-circuited his brain.

“Hey,” you said softly, placing your forearm on the wood counter.

He raised his head and blinked. Two times. Three times.

“I am looking for the vinyl of “Diamond life” by Sade. I didn’t see it in the “S” jazz section, are you maybe hiding it behind?” you smiled at him, and your hand pointing to the vinyl bins behind the counter.

Your eyes lingered on him. He was a very attractive man. Dark eyes and long black hair, there was something sexy about this combination. Dark locks of hair hid his forehead and framed his angular face, he had the hottest eyes, piercing and intense. Your hand intertwined with your daughter tightened as you looked at him.

He blinked so many times, trying to regain control of his thoughts.

“Sade? Yeah, it’s kinda rare, but once in a while, we have some,” he shrugged, typing something on his computer, preferring to look at his computer screen rather than at you, because you made him nervous. “Sorry, we don’t have it today.”

“Aww, too bad. I like this band so much.”

Your daughter fidgeted, visibly disappointed, her cute eyebrows furrowed. “They don’t have it ? But it’s a vinyl shop, I thought they would have all the vinyls in the world.” She pouted.

You chuckled softly, lowering your head and placing your hand on the top of her head.

“My daughter loves them too, as you can see,” you smiled at him.

Choso’s face softened, he thought your daughter was adorable. She looked exactly like you, like a mini you. He noticed the two of you had the same nails designs, yours in acrylics, and your daughter with simple nail polish. It was cute, honestly.

“Sorry miss, we don’t have all the vinyls of the world, but I’m sure nobody in Tokyo has my taste in music.” He took the pen he had been hiding behind his ear, grabbed a blank piece of paper, and leaned over the counter, looking thoughtful.

“Describe your type of music. Fav Genre, fav bands, and all.”

Your eyes widened, enthusiastic about talking about music.

“Oh, don’t get me started,” you laughed.

A ghost of a smile flashed Choso’s face.

“I’m not the type of person that lets his customers leave his shop with nothing.”

He started writing on the little piece of paper.

“Your like Sade, so you like Jazz, right?”

“Yeah, but I’m more in love with her person and her voice than the instruments. I love female singers who sing about love, poverty, and feelings.”

He looked up to you, seeing the fondness in your eyes as you talked about her. You were a real fan, and he liked that about you.

“I think I have something for you.”

He stopped writing, and left the counter to go get some vinyl from the bins. You could admire his lean body, he had baggy black jeans, but his thighs looked muscular even from where you were standing. His shirt was tight on his torso, you could see the outline of his abs, and how his biceps were flexing as he searched into the bins.

He found what he was looking for, and took the vinyl out of its packaging, to put it on the turntable next to him.

“Lauryn hill, To Zion. A song about her love for her child, with Carlos Santana. Amazing song, amazing vocals.”

The song began with guitar, and the soft voice of Lauryn Hill enveloped the shop. You swung your head gently to the sound of the music, and at the moment the chorus came where it went into high notes, you smiled at Choso.

“I love it, it’s such a cute song. Gonna make my daughter listen to it now,” you looked down at your daughter, and stroked her cheeks.

“I don’t listen to a lot of jazz to be honest. My favorite genre is mostly R&B, and rock. But soft rock, like Cigarette After Sex. I’m into rap too,” you explained as he came back behind the counter and picked up his pencil.

“Recent R&B or 90s?”

“Both. Love Brent Faiyaz, SWV and Aaliyah.”

“Good taste,” his praise made you all tingly.

He remained silent as he continued writing on the paper, and you leaned over to see what he was writing. As he did, your chest pressed against the counter, making it perkier, and when Choso raised his eyes, his cheeks heated up. With rosy cheeks, he continued what he was doing, trying not to stare too much at you, not wanting to look like a creep.

“There,” he handed to you the paper with a soft expression. “I hope you like it.”

You took the paper, and your eyes lit up at the number of artists and songs he had written on it. From recommending music from Aaliyah that you might like, to new artists like The Roots, Lauryn Hill, Erykah Badu, Jodeci… He had categorized each artist by genre, offering you alternative R&B with Frank Ocean to 90s R&B with Mint Condition, and rock with The Smiths. He had picked up on the fact that you liked female voices and had made a small category of female singers just for you, singers like Cleo Sol and Jill Scott.

“How did you know I could like Amy Winehouse?! I fucking love her!”

“Just a guess,” for the first time, his lips curled into a soft smile as he gazed at you. He was touched by your enthusiasm for music. You had that in common.

Your heart raced, you were so thankful. You were already excited to go home, open Spotify or Itunes and listen to all his recommendations.

“Thank you so much, I’m not depressed anymore for Sade.”

“You see, sweetheart?” you bowed your head to pat your daughter’s head. “We have lots of new music to listen to together, thanks to him.”

Your daughter stood on tiptoe to look at the paper you held out and she giggled, happy.

You didn’t want to go now. You wanted to talk with him again about music, and wanted to know more about him and what he liked to listen to. To have a real discussion about music, not a commercial discussion. He was really good at sales and business, you were already thinking about coming back next week to find vinyls of the artists he had recommended to you.

As you made your way towards the exit, you were suddenly pulled back softly by the arm, Choso grabbing it. He moved so fast from the counter to stop you.

“Just one last thing,” he began, his cheeks rosy, “I’m totally not doing that to ask you out, I promise.”

You paused, tilting your head.

“What is it?”

“My brother has a bar. A bar specializing in jazz and r&b. He’s quite famous, and a lot of artists come and do mini concerts there. I thought you might like it.”

A smile flashed on your face.

“That’s so cool! Where is it?”

He gestured to the wall next to you where a poster for a chic bar was posted. “The Groove”, it was named.

“Thank you,” your smile widened, “I will definitely go there this week with some friends. We were looking for a quiet place in Tokyo, this is perfect.”

“Good.”

He seemed shy, as if the contact of your skin burned him so he hastily let go of your arm.

“So…”

“See you soon? I’m definitely coming back!!! I’m gonna make a tierlist of all your recommended songs.”

His gaze softened, and he chuckled, putting his hands in his pockets. You were pretty, funny and has good taste in music. He was starting to have a horrible crush on you.

“See you soon.”

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𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝐪𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐚

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Choso’s music taste was so good.

You had listened to all the recent albums by the artists he had recommended to you, and listened to all the songs he had written down on paper, and all of them were a bop. You had come back to the vinyl shop to find the vinyls of your new favorite artists and to give him your opinion on his recommendations. In the end, it had become a habit. You always came all happy in search of new vinyl and he always prepared a paper with new artists to discover.

Choso liked you. You were his secret crush. He waited impatiently for the day of the week when you were going to pass by, the similar heat invading him when he caught a glance of your hair in the sun in the entrance of the shop. He liked your voice, which always got excited to talk about music, and softened when you talked about your daughter, he liked your clothing style, you took his breath away every time you passed by the shop with an outfit that revealed the shape of your body. He liked talking to you, answering your daughter's curious questions. He liked you.

You liked him too, to be honest. He was fine as hell, you remembered precisely the day he had carried vinyl bins and how his shirt had ridden up, revealing tattoos on his hips and lean abs. He had tattoos on his neck, his hips, his arms, everywhere. You had memorized all his piercings, one in his nostril, many in his ears, and one in his eyebrow. He was always dressed in black, and he looked good like that.

He was passionate about music and knowledgeable about his subject. You could spend hours listening to him talk, and watch him put vinyl on the turntable so you could hear his recommendations. The problem was that you only talked about music when you wanted to know a little more about him. Know the meaning of his tattoos, what music he listened to when he was sad, how he got into music, his name. You wanted to know more about him as a person.

You were listening to some Frank Ocean song when your friend Mina called you. You stopped doing the dishes, dried your hands, and took the call.

“Hey,” you softly said, and you were greeted by her enthusiasm.

“I’m on leave!! My boss is going to leave me alone for the week, time to go out and have fun girl!”

You burst out laughing in your kitchen, listening to your friend energetically tell how she finally had some time off after months, and wanted to celebrate with you. You worked from home to be close to your daughter, so you had a lot of free time compared to her who worked for a big company that was stingy on vacations.

“You don’t leave your house often, I'm gonna get you out of here!”

“I'm leaving my place to do grocery shopping, and search for vinyls,” you remind her as you dries the dishes.

“Boooh, that’s so lame,” you could picture her rolling her eyes at the other end of the phone line, and you chuckled.

“Wait, I didn’t tell you about the cute guy I met-”

“Drop the tea!!! It’s been years since you talked about a man, I’m excited!”

You told him everything from the beginning, until today when he lent you a book about jazz and all the greatest artists of the genre.

“He’s definetely in love with you,” she stated and you laughed.

“Please.”

“You got a whole man bending over the counter to write playlists for you every week. And he gave you a book. Sounds like the beginning of a love story to me.”

You sighed, amused by her. It was true his actions were cute, but being in love with you ?

“He’s so fine, he can’t be single.”

“Tell me more about him. I bet he look like an emo kid.”

You paused, laughing you ass off.

“What the fuck?”

“You think I don’t know you ? Your type is men with long hair, tattoos and piercings.”

“You just described him.”

“See?” she chuckled.

“Okay, maybe… Maybe, it’s true. But he’s more like a punk kid than emo. There is a lot of punk bands in his shop,” you said as you were cleaning the sink with one hand, and the other holding the phone.

“Whatever, the two of you are a match in heaven. Don’t sabotage this, I beg you.”

“Sabotage?”

She sighed, and her voice was hesitant.

“You know what I mean. You always sabotage your relationships before they could grow.”

“You mean me being having standards for me and my daughter and taking no shit?” you frowned.

It was true since your daughter's father left you, not wanting to raise a child, you were very careful about who you trusted. You didn't want your daughter to get used to seeing different men hanging around the house, so you avoided bringing your dates home, and you were very demanding. Your daughter's safety was what worried you the most, and you didn't want to bring just anyone home.

“Not that. More like your trust issues ruining the relationships.”

“I found out my last date had a criminal record for sex trafficking, sorry to be careful now,” you mumbled, a bit irritated by the way she was judging you. She was your friend, but she didn’t know what it was to have a child.

“Oh my god.”

“Yeah. But enough talking about this,” you said, waiting to drop the subject. “My daughter is at my mom’s house. I’m free tonight if you want to drink something,” you smiled.

Explosion of happiness on the other end of the line, you moved the phone a little away from your ear while Mina screamed in joy. You were grateful to have a friend like her. She was honest, enthusiastic, and took time to check on you every month, to see how you were doing alone with your child. She could be a little blunt at times, but she was caring in her own ways.

Suddenly, you reminded something.

“I think I have the perfect bar for us.”

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“The Groove” was a chic bar, located next to a park. The walls were made of brick and covered with paintings by world-famous artists. There were large sophisticated lamps that dimly lit the bar, creating a sensual atmosphere. The room was built so that the stage was in the middle and the tables and chairs were placed around it. The bar counter was rounded, everything was made of wood, the counter and the tables, while the chairs were made of vintage fabric with flower patterns on them.

Choso occasionally worked for his brother Yuuji, when there was a shortage of waiters. He stood behind the bar counter, wiping glasses with a dishcloth, when he looked up to see who had come in. He froze in place when he saw you. Just you, he was staring at only you, and didn't even acknowledge your friend. You stole all his attention.

Dressed in a long dress that touched the floor, you walked into the room, amazed by the lamps around you. Artists played the saxophone on the stage, and you were immediately immersed in the atmosphere of the jazz bar. Your black dress was elegant, and the neckline deep. It was a completely black dress with no artifice but a bare back. Simple, elegant, perfect for going to the bar.

Yet, you were stunning in his eyes. The same heat arose in his body, as every time he saw you. As you walked in the bar and soon arrived at the counter, his brain was thinking fast. He was almost done with his shift, and he will be damned if he didn't take the opportunity to talk to you for real, get to know you, or even flirt with you. Shit. He wasn't a seducer, he didn't know what he had to do to seduce you, but he wanted you bad.

Your eyes widened when you saw Choso behind the counter bar. You nudged your friend.

“What?”

“The cute guy I was talking about is literally just here,” you whispered in a tense voice.

She looked at the direction you were looking and her eyes lit up.

“You have so much taste in men, damn. He’s so-”

You nudged her again, not wanting to play along.

“Stop it, be normal. Please,” you mumbled as you approached the counter.

“You didn’t tell me you worked here,” you placed your hands on one of the high chairs at the bar, a polite smile on your face.

It was at this moment that Choso noticed that you weren't alone, and he looked at your friend, who also had a long golden dress, which was the perfect match with her dark brown skin.

“You didn’t ask me,” he simply said as he continued to wipe his glasses. “It’s nice to see you here, what would you like to drink?”

His voice was nonchalant but inside his heart were racing. The thing about Choso was that he was shy in places and situations where he was not in control. His vinyl shop was his safe place, music was his favorite subject, he was in something he knew perfectly. But seeing you here, at his brother's bar, was something else entirely.

“Two mojitos please,” your friend said softly, and begin to walk towards the table area. “I leave you alone,” she whispered in your ear before leaving.

You were grateful, and smiled at her, before your attention was back on Choso.

“You never told me your name.”

“Choso. Choso Kamo,” he started to do your drinks. “And you?”

You said your name, and he repeated it softly, to see how it rolled on his tongue.

“It’s pretty. Like you.”

“Did you just compliment your customer?” you smile widened.

“You’re not my customer here, I can do whatever I want with you.”

Was he flirting with you? You didn’t know but you liked where this conversation was going. You leaned against the counter.

“Does that mean we can ask ourselves questions that have nothing to do with music?”

“Like, can you wait for me before you leave with your friend? I’m almost done with my shift, and I’d like to talk with you.”

He was bolder and bolder, and you liked it. Your cheeks ached from smiling, and you nodded.

He gave you your drinks, and his eyes lingered on yours for a moment as yours hands touched each other when you took the drinks. You felt hot under his gaze, and you felt his eyes on you on your back even when you walked toward when your friend were sitting.

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His shift was over and he had to go home but he was sitting on the high chairs at the counter bar, his eyes still on you. He was already thinking about what he was going to say to you when he was alone with you, and his legs were shaking with nervousness.

“What are you waiting for?” Yuuji said, who was making cocktails behind the counter.

“A girl.”

“A girl ?!” Yuuji’s eyes widened with surprise.

Choso never talked about girls, crushes or conquests. He was too shy to do anything with a girl. So Yuuji was surprised.

“She’s here?”

“Shut up,” Choso’s cheeks grew rosy, and Yuuji chuckled.

“You’re whipped,” Yuuji smirked.

Just at that moment, he heard a chair scrape the floor and turned his head toward you. Your friend was picking up her bag, ready to leave. This was his moment, he thought. He stood up from the high chair, took a few strides, and came to your table. He didn't look you in the eye as he sat down where your friend was.

“Hey,” he said softly.

“Hey.”

The moment you were waiting for the most was here. A slight silence settled between you. It wasn't awkward, you were busy watching the artists play the saxophone in front of you. The melody gently enveloped the room. You were far from drunk, but a little tipsy, and smiled like an idiot.

“You're really pretty tonight,” Choso broke the silence first.

His eyes scanned your figure from head to toe, to remember it better later. He tried not to fix his eyes too much on your chest.

You turned your head towards him with a soft expression.

“Thank you,” you sipped your drink a little.

You acted calm, but inwardly you were nervous and you struggled to hold your glass steadily. It's been a while since you flirted with someone, you were too busy with your job and your daughter to do that.

Another silence.

“You…”

“So…”

You start your sentence at the same time and Choso chuckled softly.

“I'm not good at that,” he confessed, his voice low.

“Neither I am.”

“Really, though? I’m actually surprised you let me flirt with you.”

“What do you mean?”

He leaned his body over the table, moving closer to you.

“I mean,” he whispered, as if it was a secret, “a beauty like you can't be single, or am I just incredibly lucky today?”

Your stomach warmed.

“You're surprisingly really smooth for someone bad at this.”

“You're not answering the question,” he grinned, and you paused, admiring how his smile lit up his whole face.

“I’m single.”

“My lucky day.”

“Who said I was interested?”

“I will make you interested.”

You let out a soft chuckle.

“Confident, aren’t you?” you teased him.

He was anything but that. Under the table, he rubbed his sweaty hands on his jeans, his heart pounding. He was going to do things right, and had the goal of having at least your number by the end of the night. Or give you his, he was still hesitant.

“Tell me more about you. I can name your top 3 Spotify artists but I don’t even know your favorite color.”

“I'm a graphic designer who works at home, and I love reading romance books.”

“Graphic design? You make posters?”

You nodded.

“I work for a startup and do advertising. I make their posters, flyers. Pretty much everything visual for the brand.”

Choso listened to you attentively.

“Cool. I bet you must have favorite fonts.”

You let out a small laugh. He liked the sound so much and wanted you to always make it in front of him.

“Yeah, but nothing could beat New Times Roman. She's a badass,” you joked.

You talk to him about work for a few minutes, telling him what you like best about your job, what you like least, and how much fun it is to do it from home. Choso took the time to listen without interrupting you, nodding his head from time to time. You felt like he was interested in everything you said so you spoke without censorship. He had trouble looking you in the eye so his eyes darted to the side at times or he looked at the stage.

“It's cool how you're so passionate about everything.” He leaned against the back of his chair. “Your eyes are always bright when you talk about something you care about.”

“Really?”

You had never noticed this side of yourself.

“Yeah, it's cute. Your daughter is the same.”

Nothing could prepare you for the effect it had on you. It was a little thing, but it softened you, and warmth released in your belly.

“You're becoming a softie everytime I mention your daughter,” his eyes softened.

“You're really observant, it's scary.”

“I’ve been staring at you since you came to the shop. You steal all my attention.”

You were having trouble inhaling. He was going to make you shy if he kept this up.

“Enough talking about me, it’s your turn.” you decide to change the subject.

“You know my job already.”

“Your life is your job?”

“Pretty much. It’s my safe place. My hobby, my passion,” he said firmly. “My life is music.”

“What’s the last concert you went to recently?”

“Cigarettes After Sex.”

“Oh my god! Tell me about it.”

He smiled gently.

“It was amazing.”

“Of course it was, you’re so lucky to have managed to get tickets.”

“When you work in the music industry, it’s easier.”

You continued to talk about everything and nothing. Choso was easy to talk to, and he was a good listener. You learned more about him, about his bond with his brother Yuuji, what studies he had done or not done since he had dropped out of college to start his own thing, his shop. That was why his shop was so important to him, it was the realization of hard work and his biggest dream.

“I had to make a lot of sacrifices for my shop, dropping out of college was scary. It was like taking a plunge into the unknown.”

Empathy filled your eyes.

“I get that. It’s like your little baby, your shop. I was scared too when I got my daughter.”

“Are you raising her alone?”

“Yeah,” you sighed, “Her father didn’t want her.”

You confided in me about intimate things, but you felt comfortable with Choso. There was a connection with him, something inexplicable that bound the two of you together. You felt like you could tell him anything.

“What’s it like raising a child alone, not too tired?”

“Let’s just say my life revolves around her now, everything I choose for myself will have consequences for her. I can’t have fun dating just anyone, I think about how it might affect her,” you said with a thoughtful expression, looking down at your glass.

You told Choso how you had been through your pregnancy alone, and confided in him about the postpartum depression you had been experiencing. Choso listened to you attentively, he seemed really interested in what you said, and it put you at ease. It felt good to talk to someone other than Mina. You discussed current events, music, and books. It was a nice evening for the two of you where you felt safe with each other. You could be vulnerable with him.

Before leaving the bar, Choso had slipped a piece of paper with his number on it onto the table. He hadn’t looked you in the eye during the movement, staring at his knees. You found the action cute, finding it cute that he was so shy when he had been hitting on you all evening. You took the paper and put it in your bag.

Choso walked you towards the exit, his hand on the small of your back. His touch made everything tingly.

“It was a nice evening, Choso.”

“I hope this isn’t the last between us.”

You turned to him, a soft smile on your face.

“I can consider the idea.”

“Take your time, I’m all yours,” he whispered just near your ear and goosebumps spread across your skin.

Leaving the bar, the cold air outside made you shiver and you rubbed your arms. You turned to Choso still with your stupid smile because of the alcohol.

“So…”

“I’m walking you home,” Choso’s voice was firm, it wasn’t a question. “You’re tipsy and a woman alone in the night.”

You had no objection, and found his concern endearing. He took off his leather jacket to gently place it on your shoulders and you were melting inside. You continued to chat into the night, walking side by side.

You really liked Choso. He was a kind, passionate and caring man, who was close to his family and serious in his work. He had let you confide in him about your deepest pain concerning your daughter, and you didn't want it to stop there. You were planning on using his number, and seeing where this connection could lead you. Mina's voice came back into your head, advising you to stop ruining your relationships, and for the first time in a long time, you told yourself that she was right, and that you didn't want to ruin that connection with Choso.

But when you arrived in front of your house, you didn't know if it was the alcohol that made you act or the hidden desire you felt for him that resurfaced, your lips acted on their own when he lowered his head towards you to say goodbye. You gently pressed your lips against him, and he froze on the spot.

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𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 - 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫

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You traced his bottom with the edge of your tongue, and he let out a soft sigh, his lips parted. If you wanted a kiss, he was going to give it to you. He was waiting for that all night long. He sucked in a breath, lips itching for passion, and brushed his tongue against yours as his hands gripped the back of your head, bringing you closer to him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, and tangled your tongue with his. At first the kiss was gentle, teasing then it quickly became hungry, intense. He was craving you. You don't know how you get into the building, all you focused on was how he was ravishing your mouth while grinding his hips against yours, his length hard and needy in his pants. You pressed the elevator button then your floor number, and let out a soft moan as Choso pinned you against the elevator wall, continuing to kiss you with ardor and voracity.

He placed his arms under your ass, lifting you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist. You rocked your hips against him, your lower half throbbing in need for friction. He slammed you against the elevator wall with each of his thrusts. Your hands in his back, you gripped at his shirt while you were panting against his lips. It’s been months since you did that with someone, your head was on fire. The elevator went up as you rubbed against each other, kissing.

The elevator stopped at your floor, and you stepped away from Choso for a few seconds, catching your breath.

“Follow me,” you took his hand in yours, and led him with you to your apartment. He followed behind you, his eyes on your ass. He wasn’t shy anymore, you had awakened a burning fire in him that he was waiting to release. You took out your keys to open the door but your hands were shaking. This was the first time you had brought a man home since you had your daughter.

“Where is your room?” he pinned you against the door once you were inside the apartment and lifted you again, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“At the back on the right.”

He carried you to your bedroom while pressing soft kisses on your jaw. Arrivé dans ta chambre, il te jeta sur le lit. Tu te redressais sur tes coudes, looking at him.

“Your daughter isn’t here?”

“She’s at her grandmother’s.”

“Perfect,” he said, rubbing his hands together and the action made you laugh. He looked like a child about to unwrap a Christmas present. Even though it was funny, it was making you kind of nervous, your heart raced.

“Choso, I…”

“What is it ?” his eyes softened as they roamed your figure on the bed. He noticed the little shaking of your hands. He walked forward and placed one knee on the bed.

“It’s been so long since I did this, I don’t know if…”

He bent over, took your hand and placed it on his chest, on his heart. You felt the rapid beats under your palms.

“I’m as nervous as you,” his voice was tender, “I’m not that experienced, I’m afraid of making mistakes, and ruining the moment. But as you can feel it, I’m excited as fuck. I want to do this.”

He lowered his head just above yours, his gentle eyes roving over your figure on the bed.

“So, can you trust me?”

Lips pressed against yours, he ravaged your mouth. His kiss was feverish, hungry. Your lips molding against each other, tongue brushing against each other, the atmosphere quickly became sensual and intense. Your hands caressed his arms, gripped as his shirt when he nuzzled your neck to press soft kisses against it.

“I always wanted to see your tattoos,” you whispered, turning your head to give him more room to kiss you.

“You do?” Choso smiled against your skin, his tongue licking at a spot on your neck. You shivered at the sensation.

He straightened himself, knees on the bed. He took off his shirt, and your eyes widened at the amount of tattoos he had on his chest and arms. You lifted a hand to touch them, hypnotized.

“Do they have any special meanings?”

“No, I liked the drawings.” He took your hands and let it roam on his skin.

His skin was smooth, you were taking in the sight of him, shirtless in front of you, his muscles flexing with each of your touch. He looked like a fallen angel. An extraordinary beauty, complex and dark with ink on his skin, and his long black hair.

“Let me see you too,” he murmured and tugged at your dress.

You flinched, hesitant. This was going to be the first time a man saw you naked after your pregnancy. You couldn’t help but be invaded by insecure thoughts about your body. You hadn’t yet lost the weight gained during pregnancy, and working from home, you weren’t getting much exercise. You had the “mom bod” that people online liked to criticize. Choso noticed your expression and bent over again, cupping your face. His touch was gentle.

“What is it?”

“It’s embarrassing,” you chuckled uncomfortably.

“Tell me.”

He looked so good just above you, you were almost jealous of him. You looked away, not knowing how to explain what you were feeling. His eyes narrowed as he looked at you.

“I want to hear it, even if it's embarrassing,” he whispered softly, not backing down.

“It’s been a while, that’s all.”

He gently eased the straps of your dress down your arms, and you flinched without wanting it.

“You’re sure you want it?”

Your stomach dropped, feeling guilty. You were ruining this.

“Of course I do, it’s just…”

God, it was so frustrating. You didn’t want to make a fool of yourself in front of him and call yourself fat, you didn’t want to seem like you needed attention. Raising a child alone has taught you to be independent, to not rely on others, so why did you feel so weak right now? You were worth more than this.

“Leave it to me,” Choso whispered, his voice soft and reassuring, and you were grateful to have come across someone so gentle with you.

He nuzzled against your neck again, kissing the sensitive flesh. As he was wandering his lips on your skin, his hands were busy removing your dress. He removed each layer of clothing gently and patiently, his touch soft on your skin. With the dress off, all you had left was your underwear. Your heart was pounding, and you fought the need to cover your breasts with your arm. As you breastfed your daughter, your breasts were a bit saggy and was your biggest insecurity.

His eyes never left your face, his head went down and down, kissing your shoulders, your collarbones, and then your chest. Goosebumps spread across your flesh as the cold air of the room brushed your skin. He wrapped his tongue around one of your nipple and sucked it. You arched your back on the bed, dipping your hands in his hair. He revelled in the pleasure he could make you feel.

Tits stuffed in his mouth, his hands wandered around your thighs, teasing you. His palms were dangerously close to an area that was yearning for his touch. You let out a soft moan when his fingers started to caress your center. He shivered at the sound, and continued his caresses on your clothed cunt. His index and his middle fingers moved back and forth at the wet spot on the underwear, and he smiled against your skin as he felt you squirming under him.

He didn't torture you for long, as he slid his fingers under your thong to finger you better. His elbow on the bed, he kept his eyes on your face as he pushed his fingers in and out, the soft squelch of your pussy enveloping the room. He took pleasure just by looking at you squirming and gasping for air, hearing your soft pleas. You tugged at his hair, as you rocked your hips against his hands, chasing your orgasm. You were so close, you needed a little more.

“Cho’,” you were a mess, moaning his name as his thumb rubbed against your clit.

“I know, I know,” Choso sucked on your nipple, his fingers thrusting in and out your center, his hands sticky by your arousal.

There was something magical about having your tits eaten while being fingered. It was an incredible, intoxicating feeling that washed over you as you came on his fingers. For a second, you forgot about your insecurities and were overcome by pleasure.

Choso didn’t waste time, and quickly took off his jeans and boxers, and threw them somewhere in the room. He was so excited, his cock was throbbing.

“Wait,” you stopped him, coming down from your high.

You sat up to grab a condom from your nightstand and handed it to him. A deep, low laugh rumbled in his chest as he took it.

“My bad, I almost forgot.”

He put the condom on and positioned himself between your legs. He looked up to take in the sight of you lying on the bed for him. He saw the stretch marks that you proudly displayed, your saggy breasts that made you self-conscious, and the parts of your body that were thick and round, and he fucking loved it. Electric feeling sparked across his body as he gazed at you with feverish eyes. You were so fucking sexy that he couldn’t wait to ravish you. He had always told himself that he did not have a type of girls in his life, but as he looked at your chest rising and falling, he thought that his type was you. He wanted all of you, and it was with the intention of driving you crazy with pleasure that he lined his throbbing cock with your entrance, and slammed into you.

You jolted, a moan of pain slipping out of your mouth. He was so big, and was making you feel full, you needed time to adjust at his length.

“Sorry,” he whispered as he rubbed his thumb on your clit to relax you.

He pushed in and out in a slow motion, giving time to adjust. When he noticed your expression was relaxed, he started to picking up the pace of his thrusts. His hands gripped your love handles to hold you in place and you were flustered by his animality. He was going to fuck you stupid, you knew that.

“You’re so beautiful, it’s a crime that you’re not married to me and I can’t fuck you like this everyday.”

You wanted to answer to him but you were panting, and struggled to even articulate a sentence as he pounded into you. He was fucking you stupid, the shy and gentle Choso wasn’t here anymore and all that remained was the wild creature he was becoming because of you. He was fucking you to oblivion, his cock rutting into you. Lewd and wet noises enveloped the room.

“You hear how good I am making you feel, baby? If you were mine, I would let you feel like this everyday,” he breathed out.

In pure bliss, his eyes roamed your figure on the bed, your tits and other parts of your thick body jiggling and bouncing because of his hard thrusts, and he felt in heaven. That was what he wanted in his life. He turned you around, your chest pressing against the mattress, and your ass up. Nervous, you turned your head to look at him behind you but he pushed your head against the pillow as he grew more dominant and slammed his hips against your ass. Your whole body jolted and you moaned into the pillow, gripping it in your hands.

“That ass is to kill for,” he grunted as he gripped your love handles even tighter, and he was becoming dizzy as he looked at your ass ricochetting on his pelvis with each of his thrusts. He slapped your ass with force, and soft pleas left your mouth.

He completely ravaged your body, fucking you with force and intensity from the back. Gasping for air, you rolled your eyes to the back of your head, moaning helplessly into the pillow as you were close. Even when you came, he didn’t stop. He continued to pound into you as if it was his last mission on earth, and when he finished, you had no strength anymore in your body.

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“I’m not casual about you,” he whispered softly in your hair, “I'll scare you if you knew everything I imagine with you.”

A soft chuckle escaped your mouth. Lying on the bed together, legs intertwined, bodies sweating, and slowly catching your breaths, you relaxed together.

And you imagined a life where Choso were yours, and you felt happy in his arms.

𓍯 𝐤𝐫𝐲𝐬

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♪ — 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗥𝗢𝗖𝗞 - part ten max verstappen x fem! driver! reader ( fluff ) series summary . . . when the lives of an f1 and WEC prodigies collide, they find out they find out that they’re not that different and carve out a place for themselves in each other's hearts. the commentators from Sky Sports call this Lovers Rock.

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content warnings . . . ( very short smut near the ending/at the beginning of the final scene, very long chapter, mix between smau and prose writting )

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You’d only been staying with Max for a few days after the fire, but it already felt like you’d lived there forever. Max wasn’t sure if it was because you’d brought your dogs, your vinyl player, and a small mountain of suitcases, or because you’d somehow filled his apartment with this contagious energy that made it feel brighter, cozier. Whatever it was, he found himself looking forward to coming home more than usual—especially today.

Max pushed the door open, carrying a bag with the vinyl he’d impulsively picked up for you earlier. He’d noticed the way you meticulously handled your records, the soft hum you gave when you browsed through his collection to find the perfect track to play while the dogs sprawled out on the rug.

You turned your head as he walked in, Marshmallow hopping up from where Sauce was napping to greet him. “Hey,” you called out, your voice light and warm, the sound pulling an easy smile from him.

“Hi,” he replied, setting the bag on the counter before leaning down to ruffle Marshmallow’s ears. “Got something for you.”

Your eyes lit up with curiosity as you padded over. He pulled out the vinyl—a Beatles song you’d mentioned loving once in passing—and handed it to you, watching as your face shifted into surprise, then pure joy.

“No way,” you breathed, clutching the record, ‘And I Love Her,’ to your chest. “You remembered?”

Max shrugged, trying to downplay the warmth spreading in his chest. “You’ve been playing my stuff non-stop, and I don’t even have a lot of vinyl. Figured it was time to add something you’d actually choose.”

You laughed, setting it on the player before turning to him with that smile that made his stomach flip. “Thank you, Maxie.”

He cleared his throat, suddenly feeling too warm. “Alright,” he said, stepping forward and pushing the coffee table aside, making space in the center of the room. “Now you’ve got to teach me.”

You tilted your head, curious. “Teach you what?”

“How to dance,” he said, his tone confident despite the faint flush creeping up his neck.

You blinked, a small laugh escaping. “Max Verstappen wants to learn how to dance?”

“Don’t make it a big deal,” he muttered, putting his hands on his hips and giving you a disapproving look. “I’m serious. Show me.”

Grinning, you grabbed his hand, pulling him into the empty space. The music started, soft and lilting, filling the room as you guided him. “Okay, just follow me. Step here, then here—make it like a box.”

Max concentrated, his hands awkwardly settling on your waist as you moved, his feet shuffling to match yours. You giggled softly when he tripped over his own step, looking up at him with mock seriousness. “You’re supposed to be good under pressure.”

“This isn’t pressure,” he grumbled. “This is humiliation.”

“You’re the one who asked me to teach you.” You stopped, resting your hands on his shoulders. “You’re doing fine. You’ve got rhythm—it’s just hiding under all that ego.”

He gave you a deadpan look, but the way your laugh bubbled up made him relax. You guided him again, slower this time, and he let himself follow the rhythm, his eyes focused on yours. The moment stretched, the music filling the quiet, and when your head rested on his chest, he felt a strange, overwhelming peace and… yellow, bright yellow, nothing that he’s ever felt before.

After a while, you glanced up at him, admiring how he had his eyes closed as you swayed, trying to ignore the rest of the world and concentrate on you. “You know,” you murmured, “I always go to your races… you should come to one of mine.”

Max looked down at you, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Belgium?”

You nodded. “You’d love it. The atmosphere’s insane, and I could use the support.”

He smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead, then cheek. “Alright. I’ll come.” Max gave in, pressing a final kiss on your lips.

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You slipped your arms into the sleeves of your race suit, the familiar snugness grounding you as you adjusted the collar. Across the room, Max leaned against the doorframe, his casual posture doing nothing to hide the way his eyes followed your every move. Lando was perched on the small couch, phone in hand, shooting you an occasional grumpy look as if the mere presence of Max was interrupting his peace.

You see, after asking Lando to join you and Max and after Lando’s initial decline, you had to blackmail the McLaren driver to join you. You needed a third wheel to try and make people think this was more of your friends supporting you, not your single friend who’s rumored to be your lover.

“Kiss for good luck?” you asked Max, who was indeed your lover. Your voice was soft and a little hesitant, shy, your head tilting as you glanced at Max. A nervous smile tugged at your lips, and you tried to ignore the way your heart thudded in your chest.

Max’s lips curled into a smirk as he pushed off the doorframe, stepping closer. “How could I say no?”

As he leaned in, Lando groaned loudly from the couch, throwing his head back for dramatic effect. “Oh, for god’s sake, get a room!”

You turned to Lando with a raised eyebrow, heat rushing to your cheeks as Max’s hand found your arm, holding you close to his chest. “This is the room, Lan. My room.”

Max chuckled softly at your retort, his hand slipping up to cradle your cheek. He pressed a gentle kiss there, his lips warm and lingering before pulling back slightly. Then, as if he couldn’t resist, he leaned in again, brushing his lips softly against yours, the touch delicate yet enough to make your breath hitch.

“For good measure,” he said quietly, his voice tinged with affection, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled.

You bit your lip, your face flushed, but you couldn’t help the smile that mirrored his. “See you at Parc Ferme?” you whispered, barely audible.

“Yeah. See you there, schat,” Max murmured, his tone as warm as his gaze.

Just as the moment settled between you, the door swung open, and Carlos strolled in, completely oblivious to what he’d interrupted. “Ready to go?” he asked, his tone cheerful as his eyes flicked between you and Max who had shoved you away like you were the plague quickly upon the Spaniard’s entrance.

Your heart skipped a beat, but you managed a quick recovery, stepping toward him with a smile. Carlos had no idea you were staying with Max, blissfully under the impression you were crashing with Lando—a small mercy you’d taken advantage of to avoid his overly curious nature.

“Yep,” you said, wrapping your arms around your brother in a quick hug. Carlos patted your back with a broad grin, but the sound of Lando’s poorly contained chuckle made you tense slightly.

Carlos pulled back, giving Lando a side-eye. “What’s so funny?”

Lando just shrugged, his smirk remorseless. “Nothing. Just... happy to be here.”

You shot Lando a warning look, but he only grinned wider, his eyes flicking briefly to Max before returning to his phone. As Carlos turned to lead the way out, you glanced back at Max, who gave you a small nod of reassurance—not that you needed it, but now that he offered one, you took it—his gaze lingering for just a moment longer before you followed Carlos into the hallway.

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Your voice rang through the radio, high-pitched with joy and laughter as you passed the checkered flag. “Someone kiss me!” you squealed over the radio excitedly, your happiness bubbling over into giggles and squeals as you eased your car over the finish line. The euphoria was electric, coursing through you like a live wire, each cheer from the grandstands fueling the grin on your face.

After completing the cooldown lap, you pulled back to the finish line, only to see Antonio and Alessandro, your teammates, waving for you to slow down so they could join you for another victory lap. You didn’t hesitate, climbing out of the cockpit and onto the top of the car, Antonio already up there with the Ferrari flag billowing in the breeze. The two of you waved it triumphantly as the other Ferrari car trailed close behind, your team creating a moment of celebration for the fans who had been cheering relentlessly.

The grandstands erupted as you waved to the sea of red in the crowd, the Ferrari fans screaming your name and chanting as if the win was their own, which it was. You could feel the pride and love radiating from every corner of the circuit, and for a moment, you let yourself bask in it fully.

When you finally rolled into Parc Ferme, it was pure chaos. The Ferrari team enveloped you in their arms before you could jump in, pulling you into a whirlwind of hugs, pats on the back, and shouts of praise in Italian. It felt grounding, their pride wrapping around you like a warm blanket. You hugged each of them tightly, feeling the weight of the victory settle in your chest.

And then you spotted him. Max stood off to the side, his hands crossed on the railing, watching with a small, pleased smile that he tried to hide. You didn’t think twice, jogging toward him and throwing your arms around him. He caught you easily, his hands steadying you as you clung to him, the weight of the day spilling over into your embrace.

“Congratulations,” he murmured, his voice soft enough that only you could hear. His hand gave your bicep a light squeeze, grounding you further in his quiet support. “I’d kiss you if there weren’t so many voyeurs,” he added, scrunching his nose in mock distaste as he gestured toward the bustling crowd around you. “I will, but after all of this,” he promised softly.

You laughed, light and breathless at his expression, leaning back to catch your breath before you turned to Lando. “You’re next!” you teased, lunging at him with the same energy.

Lando groaned dramatically as you messed up his perfectly styled hair, swatting at your hands. “Why do you always do this?” he groaned, a fake pout on his lips as he hugged you and squeezed you back, though the laughter in his eyes betrayed his true feelings.

The celebration was cut short, however, by the unmistakable presence of Carlos, who had been observing the entire exchange from a few steps away. His brows furrowed slightly as he glanced between you and Max, his hug tighter than usual when he pulled you in. “Incredible race,” he praised, his voice warm but his eyes narrowing slightly at Max over your shoulder.

You couldn’t see it, but Lando did, standing between Carlos and Max with a laugh that he barely managed to suppress. He bit his lip, trying to contain the laughter bubbling up, but a soft snicker escaped anyway. Carlos turned his head sharply, giving Lando a questioning look as you stepped back from the hug, oblivious to the silent standoff.

“Why are you laughing?” Carlos asked, suspicion creeping into his tone.

“Nothing,” Lando replied, feigning innocence as he looked between the Red Bull driver and the Ferrari one. “Just... enjoying the moment.”

You gave Lando a playful shove, still too caught up in the whirlwind of victory to notice the tension. “Come on, guys, it’s a good day. Let’s keep it happy.”

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After two hours of celebrating and drinking at a club, Max shouted the words in your ears, “Let’s go home,” kissing your neck up to the spot at the back of your ear that had your brain almost shutting down.

“Back to Monaco?” you asked, dazed from the alcohol and his ministrations.

“I have a house in Belgium. Forget the hotel,” he said in your ear, holding your waist as the two of you swayed through the crowd.

You tilted your head as you looked into Max’s blue eyes, lost in thought. The alcohol was suddenly giving you the ability to think, and the only thing you could think about was how beautiful this man was.

The Uber drive to Max’s home in Belgium was a blur of laughter and drunken chatter, the adrenaline of your race win still pulsing in your veins. Max had been more animated than usual, a mix of pride and a little too much celebratory champagne loosening his reserved demeanor. You couldn’t stop teasing him about how loud he’d been cheering for you, his voice cutting through the roar of the crowd, along with the excited Lando, of course.

“You were basically a one-man fan club out there,” you teased as the car pulled up to his estate.

Max smirked, stepping out and opening the door for you. “What can I say? I’m your biggest supporter.”

The house was quiet when you entered, holding Max’s hand as he pulled you along. The contrast was striking compared to the noise of the club. Max flicked on a few lights, guiding you through the minimalist space. His fingers brushed yours as he led you from room to room, drunkenly introducing you to his furniture, the warmth in his touch a stark contrast to the cool, sleek interior.

“And this,” he said, opening a set of glass doors, “is the pool.”

You stepped out onto the deck, the soft glow of underwater lights illuminating the crystal-clear water. “You didn’t mention this earlier,” you said, turning to him with a grin.

“You didn’t ask,” he replied, leaning against the doorway.

Without a second thought, you began unbuttoning your shirt, letting it fall to the ground before stepping out of your jeans. Max’s breath hitched as you walked to the edge of the pool, tossing your underwear off as well because why not, before slipping in with a soft laugh.

The cool water enveloped you, your laughter echoing in the stillness as you turned to him. “Are you just going to stand there?” you asked, reaching your hands for him.

Max chuckled, shaking his head as he pulled off his shirt. Moments later, he was in the water too, swimming toward you with ease. When he reached you, his arms slid under your thighs, lifting you slightly.

“Hi, schatje,” he murmured, his voice soft and full of affection.

“Hi,” you replied, your arms wrapping around his neck as you leaned in closer, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Max’s forehead rested against yours as his hands held you steady, his gaze locking with yours. “You know,” he said quietly, his voice barely audible over the gentle ripples of the water, “I love being your boyfriend.”

Your breath hitched, the sincerity in his tone making your heart swell. “I love you being my boyfriend,” you whispered, a soft smile playing on your lips.

He didn’t say anything more, choosing instead to pull you closer, his lips finding yours in a kiss that felt like it carried everything he couldn’t put into words.

Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the rumpled sheets. You stirred first, nestled against Max’s chest, your legs tangled together under the blankets as you traced shapes on his soft and beautiful stomach. How could a tummy be so beautiful, you wondered.

You’d both taken a bath together to wash away the pool water. These were the most vivid memories you had from last night: Max kneeling in front of you as he brought the feeling of euphoria to your body that you couldn’t quite explain. His tongue lapping and sucking at your most intimate parts, eyes looking up at you as if he was ready to throw away his life for whatever you demanded.

Max, feeling like the devotee he was with his tongue between your legs, with his hands on his lap, felt so grateful just to be there, no matter how much his knees hurt from the floor or how much you tugged on his hair. He was happy to be the one pulling such noises from you, even if they were just squeaks of confusion and tiny, tiny whines. He was whining with you too, almost crying from how good you tasted and how much he needed you to touch him that it hurt.

“Morning,” Max murmured, his voice husky with sleep as his fingers brushed gently against your back.

“Morning,” you replied, your lips curling into a smile as you nuzzled closer, your fingers tracing his chest softly.

The peaceful moment was short-lived as both your phones buzzed incessantly on the nightstand. Whining, you reached for yours, squinting at the screen.

“Oh my god,” you muttered, scrolling through the flood of notifications. “We made it onto Twitter.”

Max leaned over your shoulder, pulling you back to his chest. A sleepy grin spread across his face as he saw the pictures of you two from the club—dancing, laughing, kissing. Kissing wasn’t even the right word, and eating each other was not even close to describing what your mouths were doing. “We look good,” he said, smirking.

“I bet Lando is enjoying this,” you said, already opening your contacts to call him.

The line rang twice before Lando’s voice answered, hushed and frantic. “What do you want?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “What do you mean, what do I want? I’m calling to tell you where we are! Aren’t you worried about my safety? What if I was kidnapped?” You gasped in mock offense, too tired to be actually offended.

“Shh!” Lando hissed. “Carlos is here. And he’s doing all the worrying for me.”

At that moment, you heard Carlos’s voice in the background, loud and unmistakably angry. “What is this about Max and Yn? Is Yn on the phone?”

Max raised an eyebrow at you as you put the call on speaker. Carlos’s rapid-fire Spanish filled the room, his tone accusatory and full of disbelief.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you translated the angry Spanish words to Max calmly, “He’s saying you’re an idiot, that you’re reckless, and—oh, this one’s good—that you’re a terrible influence on me.”

Max chuckled, leaning back against the pillows. “Tell him he’s right about the last part.”

You shot him a mock glare but couldn’t suppress your laugh. “Carlos,” you said into the phone, your tone even, “we’re fine. Just celebrating.”

“Celebrating irresponsibly!” Carlos barked back, his voice so loud Lando groaned audibly, seemingly nursing a hangover.

Max took the phone from you, still grinning. “Carlos, it’s fine. Yn won Belgium. You should be happy for her.”

Carlos’s reply was too rapid to catch, but you could tell from the tone that he wasn’t letting it go anytime soon.

“You know,” you said, taking the phone back and ending the call with a cheeky smile, “we should probably go back to sleep before Lando calls us again.”

Max chuckled, pulling you back into his arms. “Agreed,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Let’s deal with the aftermath later.”

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