#my dad's hot best friend

[gabybeatrix2103]

My father's best friend is a very possessive man when it comes to me, he hates any other man other than him when any man talks to me, and I see how he gets very angry with me.

But I was like: John, you are so fucking crazy.

When my parents go on a work trip, they don't want me to stay home alone. because of a robbery that happened last week and my mother was very worried, because I was alone at home when the robbery happened and she doesn't want me to be alone at home, so my parents agreed with it. I came to spend a few days at your house while my parents were traveling for work.

I always sit in the living room drawing a picture of him fucking me while he makes spaghetti with white sauce.

And there was a time when I left my notebook and pencil on the couch. while I was going to take a shower, when I came back from the shower. I had already changed into short red pajamas that I liked, I went back to the living room.

And I saw him holding my notebook, and I almost fainted and he was leafing through the papers that had several drawings of me and him.

He finished closing my notebook, looked at me and said dinner was ready. and we went to dinner in silence.

I was very embarrassed and wondered where I could stick my face.

When we finished dinner, I went to put the plates and glasses in the sink while he placed other cutlery and a vase on the drainer.

I went to the living room, and lay down on the couch and started covering myself. and I see him sitting on the sofa where I'm lying, and he covers himself and lifts my legs and puts them over his legs. and he starts giving gentle massages.

I love the massages he gives on my feet and my body.

I took the cover off my legs, and turned the other way. and I see him very angry while holding his cell phone.

I knew how I could help him de-stress.

I got up from the couch and crawled over to him. and he was so focused on his cell phone that he didn't even notice that I was no longer on the couch.

I was facing him, and he didn't even see me and I started running my fingers up his leg, and when I ventured further up his thigh. my fingers reached his dick, and the sigh I let out...

When I realized how big his dick was.

— Get my dick out. - he says to me, and he looked at me.

I smile, my fingers went to his belt, and my hands were shaking. and I managed to undo his pants and when I reached and felt his cock, I let out a soft moan and looked up at him. — you're so big, Daddy. - I whispered, running my fingers over his penis.

— Yes, I am, and my sweet girl virgin whore is going to take it all, isn't she. Doll? - he asked.

I quickly nod my head, and let out another moan when his cock is in my hand. I carefully freed him, and when he is completely exposed. I looked at him and licked my lips, I ran my fingers over his dick, and started exploring his cock and balls, moaning again when I saw the precum forming on the head of his dick, I ran my finger over the head before I bring it to my lips, and I started sucking my finger clean and gave him a raw, needy look that threatened to drive him crazy.

The last shred of sanity left in him.

I turned 18 and he is 42 years old.

— Fuck, my little slut, if you don't start sucking my damn cock right now, I'm going to go so fucking crazy. - he growled at me.

I smile and lower my head, and look up at him. I ran my tongue over his balls before sliding down his shaft, licking his head and exploring his slit with the tip of my tongue.

He watched me while I kept licking and sucking his head, and I really like teasing him. until he couldn't take it anymore and groaning, he reached down and firmly gripped my hair hard enough to make me moan.

— Open wide, sweet little whore.

I stuck my fingers into his thighs, and I opened my lips and began to lower myself onto his cock. he breathed quickly as he watched me slowly slide down his shaft, my tongue running over it. driving him crazier with every teasing movement and lick until his balls are so tense he can barely stand it. He watches me, waiting for the moment when I start to choke. and I know it's going to happen any second.

When that happens, he heard me let out a soft moan before turning my watery eyes up to him, and he let out another deep moan and tightened his grip on my hair.

— You have no idea how many times I've fantasized about you choking on my cock, sweet little slut.

I try again and choke again, and he smiles when he sees my tears start to fall.

— Sweet little bitch. - he says making me give me an angry look that made him smile even more. — a cheeky little virgin whore. - he used his tears to wipe my tears before squeezing my hair. — my perfect little slut.

The soft moan I let out made his cock grow even bigger, filling my mouth so full he was surprised. As soon as I managed to stand it, my saliva ran down his cock, coating his shaft and making it easier for me to slide a little further down.

When I started to choke again, he put his hand on my face. caressing my tear-stained cheek before wrapping his fingers around my slender neck. — relax, my sweet little slut.

My body softens at his words, winning me from blinking my eyes and caressing his.

He slid his thumb along my neck, he pressed his fingers around my throat, enjoying the sight of me on my knees with my mouth full of his cock for a few more seconds.

— Fuck your tasty pussy for me, sweet little slut. let me hear how wet you are.

I groaned and quickly moved my hand between my legs, just like he knew I would. and the wet sounds of me thrusting fill the air around us as he tightened his grip on my throat and made me come down on his cock and I didn't choke.

— You are not allowed to finish until I say so. - he warned me, sliding me further down watching his cock disappear between my plump, wet lips. — don't disobey me this time, sweet little bitch, or I'll punish you in the worst way.

I groaned and nodded my head in agreement as best I could, slowing my hand down enough to let him know I'd be a good girl and comply. he lowered me some more moaning how fascinating this feels and when my lips finally reach the bottom, he growled. — fuck!

He keeps me still, he knows I can't breathe, but that doesn't stop me from masturbating or looking at him with my light green eyes. they are bright with desire and begging him for more.

— So good, my sweet little slut. - he says to me, making me let out a moan that runs through his cock and balls. — now I'm going to fuck your perfect face, and I'm going to do it hard and fast. Will you be a little fuck slut for me and take it?

I groaned and mumbled. — mm-hmm. - speeding up my hand, the wet and messy sounds of my pussy almost made him lose control.

He clasped his hands and lifted me up, allowing me a quick breather before throwing me back down. I moaned and sighed and sank my free hand into his thigh, holding him tight as he fucked me hard at a brutal pace that made him cum in no time. He felt my mouth relax as I gave myself completely to him, letting him use me however he wanted, and my tears streamed down my face as his cock hit me again and again, he saw my hand working faster and harder, and long before to enjoy. — swallow. - and came so hard that it momentarily blinded him.

I screamed around his cock with my orgasm as he continued fucking me hard and fast slamming into me as he shot his cum down my throat. With another deep growl, he buried his cock inside me, groaning as he felt my throat contracting around his head as I swallowed everything.

I loved the attention he gave me, I sucked his dick until he was completely satisfied, then I looked at him and slowly took his dick out of my mouth, releasing his dick with a loud, wet sound. he saw me worship his cock. and the most delicious thing he received. — let me taste your sweet pussy, sweet little slut. - he says.

I ran my tongue over his balls, before giving a gentle suck that made him deliver a rush of direct pleasure.

I smile and stood up my fingers were shiny, with a groan he sucked my fingers. savoring the taste of my intimacy as I ran my tongue along his cock. and he is already completely excited again and dying to penetrate my tight pussy.

He gave my fingers one last suck before saying. — get on the table, my sweet little slut, and show me what's mine. - he says demanding.

I run my tongue over his dick again, surprised that he's already completely hard again, and look up. God, he's so hot sitting there with that intense look in his eyes, like he wants to fuck and claim every inch of my body. my legs are shaky. but I manage to crawl over to his desk, sitting in front of him with my knees spread makes me feel fucking good. I can't help but want to provoke this son of a bitch, knowing that I'm the one keeping him, and this tense and nervous atmosphere. the one that makes you have that hungry look in your eyes and the one that holds that giant, thick cock in your heart is simply intoxicating.

I give him a mischievous smile and lean back a little more on the table so I can put my feet up, he also watches my every move. and when he leans back so he can pull my knees close to his chest before pulling them apart, he lets out a primal moan that makes my pussy even wetter. — do you see how much I need you, sweet little slut? - he said.

My legs spread as I move my hands to my pussy.

— You're dirtying my table, sweet little whore. - he growls at me.

— Good, daddy. I purr, running my finger along my wet slit before slowly sliding it into my tight pussy.

He helps, his jaw is tense and the hunger and raw need in his eyes makes me bring my fingers to my swollen and aching clit quickly.

— What a damn sweet little whore. - he murmurs, getting closer while gripping my thighs tightly.

As he holds me tighter, keeping me in place as he lowers his face towards my pussy. He captured my fingers in his mouth, sucking on them before biting me hard enough for me to pull my fingers away. he laughed and winked at me before turning his face to my pussy. — I'm going to eat your virgin pussy, sweet little slut, and then I'm going to fuck your pussy.

— Yes, daddy. - I sob, leaning back on his desk and moving my hips towards him.

He holds himself in place as he runs his tongue along my wet slit, setting my entire body on fire. When he sticks his tongue in me and starts fucking me with it, I let out a moan and reach out so I can lay mine on top of his. holding him tight as he presses his fingers harder into my thighs.

— Fuck. I moan as he withdraws his tongue and gently sucks each of my pussy lips before licking and kissing his way down to my clit.

He flicks his tongue against my clit, and lets go of my thigh so he can slide a finger into my throbbing pussy. let's see if you can make an even bigger mess for me, Princess. he murmurs against my pussy as he starts to rub somewhere inside that makes me moan and rock my hips as the intense sensation starts to build.

— Daddy. - I moan without understanding what the fuck is happening to my body.

— It's okay, sweet greedy little slut, just relax for me. Daddy will take great care of you. - he says with a calm tone.

Knowing he's in control makes my body relax, instantly and as he wraps his lips around my clit. and sucks me, I let out a moan and squeeze his hand even tighter, needing the connection with him to keep me balanced while he continues to work the other hand harder. pushing me toward something I didn't even know was possible when he sucks on my clit again. I scream his name as my entire body contracts and I am overcome with pleasure, my innermost selves contracting around his finger before I feel a hot gush of fluid leave my body. I'm so caught up in the ecstasy of it all that...

I don't even have time to feel ashamed, I can only move against him and accept everything he's giving me until I'm breathless, shaking and moaning innocently on top of his desk. He slowed his finger down, slowly penetrating me as he gently licked and sucked my clit. I'm so sensitive that I'm squirming and trying to break the contact, but he grabs my thighs, spreading me wider and forcing me to stay still. — you are going, daddy...

— I'll give you whatever I want, my sweet little slut. -he whispered against my clit.

— Yes, daddy. - I moan, loving how he is.

He runs his tongue over my sensitive clit, while I let out a scream from the mixture of pleasure and pain. He teased me, licking and fondling my swollen, used hole until I came again and felt like breaking into a million pieces and floating out of his office. He keeps his movements slow and smooth, guiding me through the orgasm. controlling your every movement and stroking me until I trembled and panted, kissing my pussy for the last time. He lifts his head and I'm surprised at how wet his face and neck are.

— Is this because of me, daddy? - I asked, making him laugh as he unbuttoned it, revealing his muscular chest and abs to all the peaks and grooves of hard muscle that I'm dying to explore with my fingers and tongue.

— Yes, it's all because of you, sweet little whore. I knew my perfect girl would be an ejaculator. - he says with a mischievous smile.

I smile, making a mental note to ask him later.

Right now I'm too busy watching this hot man undress. when he's naked, my eyes roam his body. I can barely believe that my dad's friend is about to take my virginity when he comes over and gives me a mischievous smile. Holding his cock, he teases me by slowly dragging the head along my wet slit before sliding it over my clit.

— Please, daddy. I begged, rocking my hips and bringing my hands up. to my breasts, kneading them while he watches me.

He smiles and presses the head of his cock against my tight pussy. — you think you can handle all this, little virgin.

— Yes, daddy. - I moan, pinching my nipples hard. I can take it, open your little girl, and fill me with your cum. -I beg, shaking my hips and opening my thighs wider.

— Fuck, sweet little whore. - he growls, holding my hips and sliding the head of his cock into me.

Overcoming my body's natural resistance. and taking me inch by inch, I cry in pain and I feel the tears start to run down my face again, but I love every second of it. It opens me up more than I ever thought possible, I never imagined it could feel so good to be so completely and utterly fulfilled. When he's completely inside me, he moans and brings his mouth closer to one of my breasts. wrapping his mouth around it and sucking me while running his tongue over my hard nipple, I placed my hands on his head. Running my fingers through his brown hair, keeping him close to me as he devours me.

My chest as he lets me get used to the feeling of him buried inside me. Kissing his way to my other breast, he gives my nipple a gentle bite, making me moan and squeeze his gray hair even tighter. He puts one hand to hold the back of my head as he kisses his way down to my lips. His tongue and teeth tease me in a fascinating way, and when he finally connects his lips to mine, I'm more than ready for him to start fucking me.

— More, daddy. - I beg, running my tongue over his lips before sliding inside to meet him.

He kisses me hard as he slowly begins to fuck me, and the sensation of it sends me a fresh wave of pleasure and pain that has me moaning against his mouth as my nails dig into his back.

— Holy shit, you're so tight, sweet little slut. he growls against my lips, fucking me hard enough to make my breasts jiggle and my eyes roll back in my head.

— You're so big and thick, daddy. - I pant, making him smile.

He slowed the pace of his hips, fucking me with long, slow thrusts that make me moan as I feel the familiar lying build of tension that he's quickly got me addicted to. He watches me as he fucks me slowly, keeping his hand resting on the back of my head and protecting me from the hardness of his table.

— You are so perfect, my sweet little slut. - he whispered against my lips. — and now you're all mine and only, aren't you my sweet little whore?

— Yes, daddy. - I moan, scratching his back and making him let out another deep moan. — and you are mine too.

— Fuck, how I love your defiant attitude. he bites my lower lip, hard enough to make me moan and squirm against him.

— Yes, daddy, I am yours and yours alone. -I smile and move my hips harder against him. fuck me harder. - I beg. - make me so sore that I won't be able to walk afterwards.

— Fuck, sweet little whore. - he moans before kissing me and giving me exactly what I need.

He fucks me with a hard, brutal rhythm that makes me hold on to him and scream against his lips as I cum so hard I see stars and hear ringing in my ears. He doesn't slow down he just keeps pounding his thick cock, penetrating me until all I can do is hold back and give myself completely to him. When I come again, I bite his shoulder and when my pussy tightens around his cock, and he lets out a fierce growl and lets go, I feel his cock pulse inside me. filling me with his semen as I empty him of everything he has.

When it is finally empty. He sighs and holds my face, placing his forehead against mine. — my sweet, sweet little slut, I will never be able to fuck you. - he says.

— Great, Daddy. - I say, making him smile. — because I'm completely addicted to your cock, daddy.

He laughs and kisses me before lifting me up, keeping himself buried inside me. He slides his hands down my body, stopping to pinch my nipples hard. Grabbing my thighs, he spreads my legs again before slowly withdrawing from me. I let out a soft breath of pain as he lets out a deep groan at the sight of my pussy used and claimed, and the unmistakable proof of my lost virginity written all over his cock.

— This is how I want you to always look. - he growls, pressing his fingers even more into the flesh of my thighs. — your pussy must always be sore and dripping with my semen, my Princess.

— Yes, daddy. - I say, knowing that there will never be a time when I don't want to feel him inserting his thick cock into me, I would ask him to fuck me again right now if I didn't already have other plans for his rapidly growing cock. I give him a shy smile and say. — there is still another place you need to claim.

He arches an eyebrow at me, but he doesn't say anything. — I want you to be my ass, daddy.

•••

He looked at his girl and he smiled, her thighs still shaking from his grip. and he knows she must be so fucking sore, but she's still trying her best to move her hips against him as she begs him to fuck her virgin asshole. he let out another moan when he saw the thin stain of blood on his dick, it's yours. It's going to be fucking weird having your father-in-law working under you. but your father-in-law will get used to the idea, he would never let his friend's daughter leave his house.

This sweet girl is all yours, just the thought of another man touching or tasting what's yours. What pissed her off is yours and yours alone.

— Do you want me to fuck your ass, sweet little slut? - he asked, smiling when he saw her eyes light up at his words.

— Yes, daddy. - she moans, squeezing her breasts and rolling her nipples hard with her fingers.

He believes his sweet girl has a bit of a pain fetish, and lucky for her. he can give her the pain and pleasure she desires.

He leaned down and kissed her, sucking and biting her bottom lip until she moaned and held her legs together. around him and trying to guide his dick back into her pussy, and he gave a harsh laugh and pulled away. From the table, he squeezed her buttocks, making her let out a soft moan. — that's not the hole you want to fuck right now, my sweet little slut. - She smiled and held on to him when he lifted her, holy shit, every damn inch show me your virgin ass. pressed her body even more against hers drove him crazy. — bow down, sweet little whore.

She lets out a hearty giggle and quickly turns around to do as he says, her ass is arched and at the perfect height. he ran his fingers over her ass, groaning when he saw her buttocks were still red. holding one in each of his hands, he opened her and exposed her little hole to him, moving closer. He ran his tongue over her virgin hole, and smiling when she released one. — fuck, daddy! - she slams her hand on her desk.

He circled his tongue around her, and stimulated her entire nervous system as he slid his two fingers into her wet, used intimacy. as he brought his soaked finger to her tight hole. he gave her one more lick before inserting his finger into her, she moans and rocks her hips as he masturbates her with his fingers.

—Do you like this, my sweet little slut? - he asked.

— Yes. - she moans in a breathless whisper. — yes, please, daddy. - she says with a sweet tone.

He smiled and watched his finger disappear into her tight hole. — let's see if you can take any more, sweet little whore. - he says pressing his fingers against her anus.

He slowly pushed in, letting out a moan as he saw her tight asshole opening even wider to receive his extra finger. — good girl. - he praised her, sliding his fingers all the way in and feeling her tight asshole contract around him.

He fucked her slowly with his fingers, stretching her and preparing her for his cock. she moans and rocks her hips as he lets her go. — please, daddy. - she begs, looking at him over her shoulder and pleading with her eyes. — please fuck my ass.

— I'm fucking, sweet little whore. - he says and opening his fingers wider and giving her a better view of what's coming.

She lets out a groan and hits the table again. - with your dick. - she begs. — I need you to fuck my ass, you big dick. please daddy, fuck my ass.

— Fuck, I'll never get tired of hearing you say that. - He removed his fingers and held her hips, pressing the head of his cock against her tight ass. — just relax, my sweet little slut, and let me in. - he pressed himself against her, but she is nervous and her body automatically makes it impossible for him to enter without hurting her much more than he wants. he kept his dick pressed against her ass and slid his hand down her belly to cup her pussy. - god, you're so wet, sweet little slut. - he groaned, sliding his soaked fingers over her swollen clit.

— Sorry, daddy. - she whispered softly, keeping her face buried in her elbow.

He stopped his hand and growled. - look at me, Aria. - she turns her head and looks at him.

Her pale green eyes are threatening to spill tears and her face is red with embarrassment. She's so fucking hot, and it's taking all of his willpower for him to control himself.

— Don't apologize to me for not getting fucked in the ass sooner. do you think I'd like it better if you bent over and took my dick like a whore you've been a million times before? - she doesn't say anything, just watches him with her eyes. - I love that you came to me as a virgin, and that you are so afraid of getting fucked that you are squeezing it and making it impossible for me to enter. - he slid the head of his cock over her tight asshole, she moans and immediately rocks her hips. arching her ass even more towards him. — but even though you're scared, you want him so much you can barely stand it. you have no idea how much this drives me crazy, sweet little slut. I could cum all over your tight virgin ass just from that.

She moans and rocks her hips as he slides back along her anus. — and don't worry my sweet little slut, you'll soon be opening up to me. I can promise you that.

She takes a quick breath as he starts massaging her clit again. stroking and rolling it between his fingers as he presses the head of his cock firmly against her tight anus, her breathing intensifies, and he knows it won't be long. when he gently pinches her clit before stroking it in firm circles, she moans his name.

She started to cum, he felt her body tense, he waited for it to pass, and just when she was consumed with ecstasy and feeling relaxed, he slid the head of his cock inside her.

— Holy shit, daddy! - she gasps as he slowly slides inside her.

— Slow down, sweet little whore. - he tells her, feeling her body start to tense.

He played with his fingers around her clit, avoiding the overly sensitive bundle of nerves before sliding his three fingers inside her pussy, letting her see how good it can feel to have both holes filled.

— Yes, daddy. - she moans, fighting against him.

He must be so hungry for more.

— Harder, I need stronger. - with a growl, he slid until he was buried balls deep inside his girl. Leaning over her, I kiss along her shoulder before gently biting the back of her neck. — see what a good girl you are, sweet little slut? he asked, licking the crook of her neck and kissing his way up her neck and along her chin until his mouth was close to hers. — do you like having my dick buried in your ass, sweet little slut?

— Yes. - she moans. - you're so big, little bitch, you're opening me up so much.

— That's right, sweet little slut, and you're taking it so well. I'm so proud of my good girl. - he says proudly.

She smiled and gently sucked his upper lip. open me up more. - she whispered her lips. — fuck you good girl hard, show me what that cock can do, please daddy.

He let out a growl at her words, and kissed her hard as he began to fuck her slowly. she may be begging him for rough, hard sex, but he knows that no matter how much she thinks she wants it now. she will regret this later when she can't even sit down, he will fuck her hard. but only after you think she's ready for it, she slides her tongue along yours and holds out her hand so she can run her fingers through your gray hair. he continued fucking her pussy as he slowly fucked her in the ass.

— Please. - she begs. — I'm so close, daddy.

— Then cum for me, my sweet little slut. let me hear how much you love my dick in your ass. - he squeezed her pussy harder, letting the fleshy part of his cock rest the palm of her hand firmly against her clit while his fingers work more intensely.

It's not long before she's screaming his name again and writhing wildly on him. he groaned as her body contracted with orgasm, threatening to take him with it. but he clenched his teeth and refused to give in, he's not done with her ass yet and he sure as hell isn't going to spill his cum now. When she starts to relax, he gives her another kiss before lifting her hips and digging his fingers into her skin.

He held her down as he started fucking her faster, his eyes are fixed on the sight of her tight ass receiving his dick. His balls slap against her wet pussy and used with each hard thrust, he felt her body start to shake. and the soft little moans she's making are pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

— Fuck! - he growled when she started to cum again, this time he left her tight body and took him with her. she contracts even more around his cock, sending him over the edge with a fierce growl.

Each thrust made him ejaculate another thick braid of cum into her tight asshole, filling her until the cum overflowed until he was completely spent and there was not a drop left in him.

— Shit, sweet little whore. - he says, trying to catch his breath.

Her body is completely limp as small tremors run through her, he slowly withdraws his cock from her ass. Moaning as he saw both her holes dripping his cum carefully, he picked her up. Cradling her small body against him as he felt back in his chair, she curled up in his lap.

She fits into your body, resting her head on your shoulder. and he kissed her forehead and brushed away a strand of sweaty hair, he gives her an adorable smile and lets out a soft sigh.

— That was fucking hot, daddy. - she says happily.

He smiled and gave her a soft kiss. — I'm very happy that you liked it, sweet little bitch.

She smiled and whispered. — thank you for taking my virginity, daddy. - she says kissing his cheek.

He laughed and hugged her tighter. — now you're mine, sweet girl. I'm going to take you to the bathroom and let you enjoy a hot, bubble bath. take a shower and then I'm going to spend the whole night fucking you, I wonder how many times I can make you cum before the sun comes up.

— There's only one way to find out. - she says, making him laugh.

— Fuck, you're going to be a challenge, aren't you? - he asked raising an eyebrow.

— You can always spank my pussy when I'm a naughty whore, daddy. - she asked biting her lower lip.

He groaned, and squeezed her ass. — oh, I will, sweet little slut, don't worry about it.

She smiled at him.

He got up from the couch, with her on his lap. and he took her to take a bath in the bathtub.

— I love you, daddy! - she says stroking his beard.

— I love you too, sweet little slut. - he says, closing the door behind him, while holding her in his arms.

[coconut530]

AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES

[saym0-0]

who gave bro the right to be such a silly goofy guy singing about people dying in a fire om a space station

​but like actually go watch the full video his expressions are really silly, it really shows off how mime makeup is made to emphasise and exaggerate expression (cool af mimes are awesome)

[menthol-innocence]

family friends, pt.1

you're at a family friend's house for new year's eve. it's an intimate gathering--your parents brought you to see your mom's college friend, whose daughter ella is your age, and her husband, david. besides the six of you, the only other person present is ella's boyfriend. but somehow, there just aren't enough seats at the dinner table.

at first, you and your mom share a seat. your dad volunteers to sit on the couch, and david and his wife take turns sitting and bringing dishes to and from the table. when dinner is over, your mom leaps out of her seat, insisting on helping her friend do the dishes. but just as quickly as she leaves her seat, somebody else takes it--david.

the first thing that you notice is how big he is. he's tall and broad, and takes up much more space than your mom on the seat you two share. though there's still a little space between him and you, you can feel the heat of him through his crisp dress shirt.

the next thing you notice is his smell. he has on an expensive-smelling, woody cologne, but the most prominent scent is the white wine on his breath. he's more talkative than normal, joking with your dad, who has moved to the spare seat at the table. he's gesturing excitedly with his hands, his face a little flushed. with each gesture, he closes the gap between you two, until you're completely pressed up against his side.

he finishes his conversation with your dad and turns to you, asking you about your classes and your plans for college. you have to tilt your head up to meet his eyes, cheeks flushing at the thought, before responding. as you tell him, he lifts his arm up, as if to give you a fatherly clap on the shoulder. but instead, his arm snakes around you, caressing the ribs underneath your breast and the curve of your hip before settling on your lower back. you shiver, equal parts aroused by his touch, terrified of what might happen next, and humiliated at the thought of other people seeing this unfold right in front of their eyes.

your dad is, thankfully, oblivious to the scene. but across the table, ella and her boyfriend watch in quiet discomfort. ella decides to speak up.

"papa, do you want to sit together so she can have her own chair?"

david barely acknowledges her, brushing off the question before continuing his conversation with you. you shoot her a grateful smile before turning your attention back to him.

before you can pick up where you left off, your dad takes the interruption as an opportunity to leave. he gets up, saying something about going to the grocery store to get dessert. but even though there's now a seat for everyone, david remains next to you.

~~~tbc~~~

[the-blossica-fan]

Actors AU ^-^

When it comes to Bessmert, Marta and Doctor Dores, you could either say they're the same person and just with a long name... or, the funny idea, in which they're all identical triplets 😭 (quadruplets counting Urð 😭)

Dores: Gertrude, what does these texts say? I, ah...

Gertrude, looking over: ...They're fans of you and your sisters. Very big fans. They mention you have nice lips.

Dores: Oh! Well, aren't they sweet ^-^

What's your thoughts? ^-^

I'd say it's just one woman doing everything, and as for her name, it would be funny if they just chose a name and last name for each character, something like: Martha Urd Dores Bessmert. Two names, two last names.

But the idea of quadruplets is so funny 😭

So then, one of them had Vertin, Vert, Mercuria and adopted Yenisei and the others are just divorced aunts with no kids. One has no kids and a divorce pending, the other isn't even married yet and the last one is single to this day.

I still believe it would just be one woman. Bessmert can't catch a break from acting, she appears left and right and haunts the main story, meanwhile backstage she's just a married woman who loves burgers.

And well, did you see that woman? She's to die for. We can't take one we won't be able to take FOUR of these women.

Vert: Most people as if Mom's single, it's starting to get on my nerves.

Regulus: Yo, Vert. Is your mother single? 'cause that woman's so hot!

Vert: ...Regulus I swear to God--

She would get along with Balloon Party as well, she probably has a side job as a college teacher and gave Gertrude a couple classes when she studied for her PhD. Bessmert's a good teacher, I don't doubt her.

[todayisafridaynight]

Is that character gay? *points at Mine*

Allegedly.

[yansurnummu]

i made drals and azandar in the sims and they live in a shitty cabin and have an extremely turbulent relationship. i love them

[dark-elf-writes]

Shika is a delight in every au he’s in. Best boy :)

I keep picturing him as this kinda depressed child genius that likes sleeping so much because nothing is stimulating enough for him while awake. Everything is just boring and dull, so why bother with it?

But Naruto? He’s bright in all the ways he possibly could be. Hair, eyes, smile, personality, laughter.

And Naruto dragging Shika around after this and all but pulling him up the tree on the playground because “you’ll see the clouds so much better from up here!”

Kakashi hears about Naruto’s new friend and how he’s so smart and likes watching clouds and is almost as cool as Lee and realizes that he’s going to have a problem once the kids hit puberty.

Shikaku realizes he already has a problem when after his call with his son’s new teacher he asks Shikamaru about it and the boy actually smiles (a half smile really but more of a smile than anything his child has ever given to anyone other than one of the deer or Choji) and says “He makes school feel like less of a drag.”

Yoshino is already planning the wedding tbh.

Iruka is just happy that his bored genius is now paying more attention and is also helping his resident ball of ADHD with strategies to help him stay focused.

[dumbass-duo-showdown]

I’m mad that I only see Damien get submitted. In a game about dating DADS, I only see ONE dad. COME ON WHERE IS CRAIG??? BRIAN??? MAT???

[an-unrecognizable-face]

the scrunkly.. ^_^

hey it's the mouse bites guy

[tsukuhoe]

VIRGIN!JJK FIC RECS

something about virginity loss fics makes me sooo wet... req by anon ^^ adding onto the list whenever i find more <3 mdni, nsfw content!

gojo digimon—but making u cum is my real hobby - blkkizzat strongest sorcerer virgin - megumiluv virgin and unexperienced bf!gojo - fatal fairies number one sorcerer (and virgin) - inmaki nerds do it better - sugugasm virginity loss & riding - creamflix inculpatus - jaegerbby teach me how to pleasure my future wife (you) - fvsm4x

geto reformed player!geto - akicult virginity loss & riding - creamflix losing your virginity to geto suguru - yasu-1234 his favourite - h34rtbeat just let me love you - sttoru salvation - puppykento inked - choslut

nanami she said it's her first time - classyrbf sins of the flesh - semisgroupie perfect lover: the life of nanami kento the 35 year old virgin (series) - kanekisfavouritegf

yuuji oh my god, pretty - lokissweater virgin!yuji x virgin!reader - nana-au bff & virgin!yuji - nana-au yuji x f!reader - ickyuji

megumi best friend megumi fushiguro - onismdaydream megumi's birthday - mommypeick first time having sex is awkward - wild-jackaloupe how to fuck 101 - chosok-amo i think i'm ready - romantichomocide95 first time - megvmijx

yuta that boy is mine! i can't wait to try him! - rosesaints gummy bear - loveanddeepdick right here - love-jelly smile, you're on camera - seraphdreams

choso virgin!choso - teasingchoso choso kamo x f!reader - jaegerdilf mind body and soul - admirxation cherry blossoms ( 1 2 3 4 5 ) - sellenite cherry smoke clouds - kleftiko he's such a (hot) looser - classyrbf emo boy - krys4h

toji sins of the flesh - semisgroupie

taboo crush - spideyyeet best friend's dad - nanaslut

sukuna virgin!sukuna - screampied

etc jjk!boys x virgin!fem reader v!rgin killa - screampied asking the jjk characters to take your virginity - nanaslut cherry popper - satorusugurugirl

[todayisafridaynight]

grabbing rainbow sherbet vodka for the stream because I know it's what ichi would want 🤞

bro grabbing that fucking super mario vodka what the shit 😭

[harrysfolklore]

misunderstood hero with a heart of gold - mv1

summary: max verstappen has never been one to read books, but everything changes when he comes across a pretty booktuber who describes him better than anyone else did before

word count: 8.2k + social media posts

folkie radio: another one of my babies finally sees the light of day 🥹 this fic is really special and i was lowkey gatekeeping it but i feel ready to share it, plss take care of it <3 i hope you like it

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

Max Verstappen was bored.

It was late and he was alone in his hotel room. He had a race the following day and he knew better than staying up late. His team was already on his ass for sim racing at ungodly hours of the night when he had a race, but nevertheless, he was bored and not sleepy yet.

He scrolled through his phone, not really paying attention to what popped up on his Instagram feed, Tiktok for you page or Twitter timeline.

After a few minutes, his finger landed on the YouTube app, one that he barely used if he was completely honest, but for some reason he never deleted it.

A bunch of videos showed up on his main page, most of them about F1, gaming, fitness or cats. He scrolled through the thumbnails absentmindedly until one title caught his eye: "Formula 1 Drivers as Romance Book Character Tropes."

Max had no idea how that video ended up in his suggestions page. He wasn't much of a reader—he had only read two books in his entire life, for crying out loud— but curiosity got the better of him. He clicked on the video.

The screen shifted to a bright and lively setup, where a young woman with vibrant energy and a contagious smile greeted her viewers. "Hey everyone! Welcome back to my channel. Today, we have a fun video where I'll be pairing Formula 1 drivers with romance book tropes!"

Max found himself smiling for some reason, he thought she was really engaging and funny — and really pretty—. He leaned back against his pillows, more intrigued by the second.

"As some of you might already know, books are not my only passion, I'm also a huge Formula 1 fan since I was a little kid thanks to my dad, so I thought it would be fun to do a little crossover of my two obsessions."

Max grinned again, finding himself oddly invested in this unexpected combination of romance literature and Formula 1. Or maybe just mesmerized by the pretty girl who was talking on his screen.

"Let's begin with Mercedes," she said, clapping her hands together, "Lewis Hamilton is definitely our 'Charming Prince Charming.' He's got the looks, the talent, and that air of royalty about him."

Max chuckled, thinking it was a fitting description for his rival.

"Now for George Russell," she continued, "I'm going with 'The Boy Next Door Who Grew Up Hot.' I mean, have you seen his glow-up?"

Max chuckled again, nodding in agreement. George had indeed transformed quite a bit since his Williams days.

"Moving on to Ferrari," she continued enthusiastically. Max wondered if that was her favorite team on the grid, "Charles Leclerc is our classic 'Childhood Best Friend You've Always Had a Crush On.' He's got that sweet, familiar charm, but with a spark that makes your heart race every time you see him."

Max raised an eyebrow, surprised by the change in description. He had to admit, it fit Charles quite well.

"And for Carlos Sainz," she paused dramatically, "he's either our 'Older Brother's Best Friend' or the 'Bad Guy Who's Mean to Everyone but His Sweetheart', just think about it, he's got that rugged exterior, but you just know he's a total sweetheart deep down."

Max laughed, realizing she had Carlos pegged perfectly. He watched with growing interest as she continued.

"Now, let's talk about McLaren," she said with a sparkle in her eye. "Lando Norris is our 'Adorkable Comedian Who Steals Your Heart.' He's funny, relatable, and has a way of making you fall for him before you even realize it," Max grinned at the description of his good friend, "And Oscar Piastri... he's 'The Shy Genius.' Quiet, reserved, but incredibly talented and intelligent. He might not be the loudest in the room, but he's someone you'd definitely want on your side."

Max nodded in agreement, thinking of how Oscar had impressed everyone since joining McLaren. She continued pairing each driver with a character trope, she described Daniel as the "Life of the Party with a Sensitive Soul," highlighting his infectious energy and hidden depths. Pierre was dubbed the "Resilient Underdog," emphasizing his ability to bounce back from setbacks. Yuki was described as the "Fiery Spitfire with a Soft Center" and Logan was labeled the "Rookie with Untapped Potential," suggesting a character arc of growth and discovery.

With each driver's description, Max's anticipation grew. He found himself eagerly awaiting his own characterization, both curious and slightly apprehensive about how the pretty girl with an obsession with books and Formula 1 would describe him.

When she finally got to Red Bull, he sat up a little straighter, his interest piqued.

"Now for Sergio Perez," she said, "he's our 'Loyal Wingman Who Deserves His Own Happy Ending.' Always there to support, but with a story of his own waiting to be told."

Max nodded, thinking it was a pretty accurate description of his teammate.

"And finally, saved the best for last," she said, her eyes twinkling, "we have Max Verstappen."

Max held his breath, oddly nervous about how this stranger would categorize him.

"Max is our 'Misunderstood Hero with a Heart of Gold,'" she said with a warm smile. "Often perceived as cold or distant, but actually deeply caring and protective of those close to him. He's the type who shows his love through actions rather than words."

Max felt his cheeks warm significantly. This description caught him completely off guard. It wasn't the usual 'aggressive driver' or 'arrogant champion' narrative he was used to hearing. Instead, it felt... true. Uncomfortably true. He wasn't sure how to feel about being seen so accurately by a stranger.

As the video ended after she said her goodbyes, Max found himself staring at his phone screen, replaying her words in his mind, his thumb hovering over the comment section. He had never left a comment on a YouTube video before, but something about this one compelled him to break that habit.

After a moment's hesitation, he tapped the comment box and began typing, Once he was done, he paused, reading over his words. It felt strange, almost vulnerable, to acknowledge her characterization of him. But there was also something liberating about it. He added a thumbs-up emoji at the end and hit 'Post' before he could second-guess himself.

As Max set his phone down and settled into bed, a small smile played on his lips. He had a important race the following day, but all he wanted to think and dream about was the pretty stranger who had somehow seen through his carefully crafted public persona.

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f1gossip “I went to bed early last night. Just listened to the team’s orders, you know?”

Max Verstappen for media day today, however he left a comment on a YouTube video around 2:46 am 😭

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username1 HES SOOOOO

username2 the fact that he left a comment on a BOOKTUBER’S channel MAX VERSTAPPEN YOU DONT EVEN READ BOOKS 😭

username3 he looks so pretty tho

username4 MAX WE ALL SAW YOU

username5 max was actually checking which romance trope is him according to booktubers

username6 HES SO RANDOM

username7 max’s search history: lestappen as fictional couples

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ynreadsbooks in honor of max verstappen x3 world champion commenting on my latest video (which is insane to say out loud wtf) should i do another f1 themed video?? any suggestions?

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username1 YES QUEEN

username2 that max comment was so random but so real

username3 max verstappen, the man who has read two books in 27 years watching booktubers was not on my bingo card

username4 @/maxverstappen1 you favorite youtuber will do another video about you

username5 BOOKS WITH RACING THEMES

username6 books inspired by f1 circuits would be fun

username7 @/maxverstappen drop a suggestion

maxverstappen1 started following ynreadsbooks

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f1gossip Max Verstappen was seen outside of a bookshop in Monaco today !

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username1 BABYYYY

username2 max ??? bookshop ????

username3 WHAT SHIFTED

username4 he thought it was jimmyz

username5 HEELPP what is he doing there

username6 hello i work there. he arrived with a list of books in hand that he wanted, he bought around 15 action and fantasy books

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↳ username2 max said book girl summer

↳ username3 this is so random

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If someone had told Max that this year he would spend his summer break reading, he would've laughed at their faces. Yet here he was, lounging by the pool in his Monaco house, a book in his hands and a smile on his face.

As he turned the page of "The Martian," the latest sci-fi recommendation from YN, Max couldn't help but reflect on how different this summer break was.

Usually, his days off were filled with lavish yacht parties, exclusive clubs, or intense training sessions and hours of sim racing to stay sharp for the second half of the season. But now, he found himself eagerly devouring books and spending hours chatting with YN about plots, characters, and everything in between.

As the weeks passed, Max found himself growing increasingly close to YN, despite never having met her in person. Their text conversations flowed effortlessly, ranging from in-depth discussions about the books they were reading to playful banter about racing and life in general.

Max was surprised by how much he enjoyed her company, even in this digital form. Her wit, intelligence, and genuine interest in his thoughts beyond his racing persona were refreshing. He found himself sharing things he rarely discussed with others, and looking forward to her messages became a highlight of his day.

He also thought she was absolutely gorgeous.

As if on cue, his phone buzzed with a new message from her.

Max chuckled, about to reply when he heard the doorbell. He remembered Lando and Daniel were coming over for dinner. As he got up to let them in, he quickly typed a response, telling her that he would talk to her later.

"Well, well, well," Daniel's voice boomed as Max opened the door. "If it isn't the newly minted bookworm of Formula 1!"

Lando peered around Daniel's shoulder, "I half expected to find you wearing glasses and a sweater vest, mate."

"Very funny, guys. Come in," Max rolled his eyes as he stepped away from the door.

Ever since his friends noticed his brand new habit, they took it upon themselves to tease him whenever they could. As they made their way to the backyard, Daniel spotted the book on the lounger.

"The Martian?" he read, picking it up. "Isn't this a bit advanced for your reading level, Maxy?"

"Ha ha," Max deadpanned, snatching the book back. "It's actually really good. It's about this astronaut who gets stranded on Mars and has to use science and engineering to survive-"

"Whoa, whoa," Lando interrupted, holding up his hands. "Who are you and what have you done with Max Verstappen?"

Daniel draped an arm around Max's shoulders. "I think our boy here is trying to impress a certain bookish YouTuber. What was her name again? YN?"

Max felt his cheeks warm. "It's not like that. We just... talk about books and stuff."

"And stuff," Daniel repeated, wiggling his eyebrows. "Is that what the kids are calling it these days?"

Max rolled his eyes, trying to brush off their teasing. "Seriously, it's not like that. We just have a lot in common."

Daniel and Lando exchanged knowing glances before bursting into laughter.

"Sure, mate," Daniel said, patting Max on the back. "Whatever you say."

They settled by the pool, beers in hand, and started chatting about the upcoming races and their plans for the rest of the summer. Despite the playful ribbing, Max found himself genuinely enjoying their company. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed his friends.

As the evening wore on, the conversation eventually circled back to Max's books and his little friend on his phone.

"So, Max," Lando started, a mischievous glint in his eye, "have you color-coded your bookshelf yet? Or are you more of a chronological order kind of guy?"

"Nah, mate. I bet he organizes them by how many times YN has mentioned them," Daniel chimed in, "Top shelf is probably her favorites, right Maxy?"

Max felt his cheeks flush, but he couldn't help grinning. "You two are impossible."

"When are you finally going to meet her in person anyway?" Lando said, sipping from his beer.

Max shrugged nonchalantly, trying to hide the slight flutter in his chest. "I don't know. That's not something I've really thought about,"

He lied. In truth, the thought of meeting YN had crossed his mind countless times. The idea of finally seeing the girl who had captivated him with her intelligence, humor, and beauty made his heart race. He'd catch himself daydreaming about her smile, wondering if it was as warm and infectious in person as it seemed in her videos. But he wasn't ready to admit that to his friends just yet.

Lando and Daniel exchanged a look, clearly not buying Max's nonchalant act.

"Oh come on," Lando scoffed, rolling his eyes dramatically. "You expect us to believe that? You've been glued to your phone for weeks, mate."

"I bet he's already planned their first date," Daniel leaned in, "What'll it be, Max? A romantic book reading by candlelight? Or maybe a visit to the library?"

Max felt his cheeks heating up again. "It's not like that, guys. We're just friends."

"Friends who talk every day and have you blushing like a schoolgirl," Lando teased, nudging Max with his elbow.

"I do not blush like a schoolgirl," Max protested, knowing full well that his face was probably bright red by now.

"Sure, sure," Daniel said with a wink. "Just friends. So, have you at least thought about inviting her to a race? You know, show her what you do when you're not reading about Mars?"

"Why would I invite her to a race, that would be weird," Max protested again, "And she already knows what I do, she's a fan of the sport."

"Man, you're so stubborn sometimes," Lando rolled his eyes at him, "If you like this girl, why don't you invite her to a race? It could be a great way to finally meet in person."

"And who said that I liked her," once again, Max's defensive self came through.

Daniel and Lando shared an exasperated look before turning back to Max.

"Come on, mate," Daniel said, his tone gentler now. "It's pretty obvious. We've never seen you this invested in someone before. Not to mention, you're reading books voluntarily for the first time since... well, ever."

"It's written all over your face," Lando said, shaking his head. "You like her, and there's no shame in that. You light up every time your phone buzzes. It's kind of adorable, actually."

Max sighed, running a hand through his hair. He knew his friends were right, but admitting it out loud felt like a big step. "Okay, fine. Maybe I do like her. But it's complicated, you know? We've never even met in person."

"That's exactly why you should invite her to a race," Lando insisted. "It's the perfect opportunity. She gets to see you in your element, and you get to finally meet face-to-face."

"Plus," Daniel added with a mischievous grin, "if things go well, you can always show her your trophy collection. I hear that's a great way to impress the ladies."

Max couldn't help but laugh at that. "You're ridiculous, you know that?"

"Maybe," Daniel shrugged, "but I'm also right. What have you got to lose?"

Max pondered this for a moment. The idea of meeting YN in person both thrilled and terrified him. What if they didn't click in real life the way they did over text? But then again, what if they did?

"I'll think about it," Max finally conceded.

Lando and Daniel exchanged triumphant grins.

"That's our boy," Lando said, patting his back.

After a few more beers and food, Lando and Daniel left.

As the night deepened, Max found himself lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. The conversation with Lando and Daniel kept replaying in his mind. His phone sat on the nightstand, silent but somehow still demanding his attention.

Max's thoughts raced. Should he text YN? Invite her to Zandvoort? The idea made his heart beat faster. He imagined seeing her in person for the first time, wondering if her smile would be as pretty as it was in her videos. But doubt crept in too. What if things were awkward? What if the chemistry they had online didn't translate to real life?

He rolled onto his side, eyeing his phone. The urge to reach out to her was strong, as it always was. Max realized that Lando and Daniel were right - he did like her. A lot. The thought of meeting her filled him with equal parts excitement and nervousness.

Taking a deep breath, Max grabbed his phone. Before he could overthink it, he started typing.

Hey YN, hope I'm not messaging too late. I was wondering if you'd like to come to the Dutch GP at Zandvoort? It's the first race after the summer break, and my home race. Thought it might be fun if you could make it.

He hit send before he could second-guess himself. The wait for her response felt eternal. When his phone finally buzzed, Max's heart leapt.

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username2 ARE YOU GOING WHERE I THINK YOU’RE GOING

username3 f1 x books this is literally me

username4 hot girls support max verstappen

username5 ahh if she’s going to the gp i’ll be so happy bc she’s a huge fan

username6 the way roles reversed and now max is his fan 😭

redbullracing We can’t wait 💙

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As Max headed to Zandvoort Circuit for the Dutch Grand Prix, he felt the familiar weight of expectations settling on his shoulders.

The second half of the season loomed ahead, and the pressure to maintain his championship lead was on. He knew the team was counting on him to deliver strong results, especially at his home race where the orange-clad fans would be out in full force.

But amidst the pressure and responsibility, there was another emotion bubbling up inside him - a giddy excitement that he couldn't quite contain.

The thought of finally meeting YN in person after months of texts, calls, and shared book recommendations made his heart race in a way that had nothing to do with driving at a car at a very fast speed.

As he drove to the track, Max found himself smiling at random moments, his mind drifting to imagine what it would be like to see her smile in person, to hear her laugh without the filter of a phone call.

Max realized that for the first time in a long while, he was looking forward to a race weekend for reasons that extended beyond the track.

Unfortunately, his busy schedule kept them from meeting right away. Media commitments, team briefings, and practice sessions consumed his time, leaving him feeling frustrated and guilty for not being able to see her sooner. He sent her a quick message apologizing for the delay, promising they'd meet after qualifying.

As he made his way to the garage, a familiar voice called out behind him.

"Oi, Max! Ready for the big day?"

Max turned to see Daniel jogging up to him, his trademark grin in place.

"Yeah, should be a good quali," Max replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

Daniel raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't talking about qualifying, mate. Your special guest arrives today, right?"

Max felt his cheeks warm. "How did you even remember that?"

"Please," Daniel scoffed. "It's all you've been talking about for weeks. So, have you met her yet?"

"No, my schedule's been packed. We're supposed to meet after quali."

"Ah, saving the best for last, eh?" Daniel's grin widened, "Smart move. Nothing like the adrenaline of a good qualifying session to make a great first impression."

"Or to completely mess it up," Max muttered.

"Hey, none of that," Daniel clapped him on the shoulder. "You'll be fine. Just be yourself. She already likes you for who you are, remember?"

Max nodded, feeling a bit reassured. "Thanks, Dan."

With a deep breath, Max headed into the garage, Daniel's words echoing in his mind.

Qualifying went smoothly, with Max securing a front row start to the delight of the Dutch fans. The cheers of the home crowd were deafening as he climbed out of the car, but his mind was elsewhere.

After the post-qualifying interviews, Max sent YN a quick text letting her know that he was free now and she let him know that she was around the hospitality area.

As he walked towards there, Max spotted YN standing near one of the motorhomes, looking around with wide eyes. She hadn't seen him yet, and for a moment, Max just watched her, taking in the sight of the girl who had been on his mind for months now.

She was even more gorgeous in person than he had imagined.

Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she took in the bustling paddock around her. The way the sunlight caught her hair, the gentle curve of her smile as she observed everything with wonder - it all took Max's breath away.

He noticed little details he couldn't have seen through a screen: the way her eyes sparkled, the subtle freckles across her nose, the graceful way she moved as she looked around.

Taking a deep breath, Max walked over, his heart pounding. "YN?"

She turned, her face lighting up with a radiant smile that made Max's breath catch. "Max! Finally!"

They moved toward each other, and without hesitation, Max pulled her into a hug. The embrace felt natural, as if they'd done this a hundred times before. He was aware of how perfectly she fit in his arms, the subtle scent of her perfume, and the warmth of her body against his.

"It's so good to finally meet you," he murmured into her hair. "I'm so sorry it took so long, this weekend's been crazy."

She pulled back slightly, looking up at him with understanding in her eyes. "It's okay, Max. That qualifying was amazing! I've never experienced anything like it."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. Come on, let me show you around."

He took her hand and he was struck by how natural it felt. Her fingers intertwined with his perfectly, and a warm sensation spread from their joined hands throughout his body.

They strolled through the paddock, Max pointing out the various team motorhomes, the garages, and the media center. YN was all wide-eyed fascination, asking questions and soaking in every detail. As they walked, Max found himself relaxing more and more, his previous nerves about their chemistry being gone fading away.

As they rounded a corner, they nearly bumped into Lando Norris. Who couldn't help but smirk at the sight of their hands intertwined.

"You guys met already!" he cheerfully said, "You must be YN."

Her cheeks flushed, clearly surprised that Max had mentioned her to his friends. Max felt a warmth spread through his chest at her reaction.

"Yeah, this is YN," Max said, unable to keep the smile off his face, "Meet Lando, the perpetual pain in my ass."

"Nice to finally meet the girl who's got Max reading," YN laughed, and Lando extended his hand, "Quite the accomplishment."

"Nice to meet you too, Lando," YN said, shaking his hand. "I've enjoyed watching you race, I'm a big fan. Congrats on the pole position."

"Cheers," Lando replied, then turned to Max with a mischievous glint in his eye. "So, has he bored you with car talk yet, or has he actually remembered how to discuss books?"

Max rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "Shouldn't you be preparing for tomorrow, Lando?"

"Alright, alright, I can take a hint," Lando chuckled. "Enjoy your tour, lovebirds!"

As Lando walked away, Max felt a mix of embarrassment and pleasure. He glanced at YN, relieved to see her smiling.

"Sorry about him," Max said, shaking his head with a chuckle. "Lando has a way of making everything awkward."

YN laughed softly, her eyes twinkling. "It's fine. He seems like fun."

They continued their walk, finally making their way to the rooftop terrace of the Red Bull hospitality area. The view was stunning, offering a panoramic look at the circuit and the sea of orange-clad fans below.

"This is incredible," YN said, leaning against the railing and taking it all in. "Thank you for showing me around, Max."

"Of course," Max said, standing beside her. "I'm really glad you could come."

They stood there for a moment, enjoying the view and each other's company. Max felt a sense of contentment wash over him, the stress of the weekend melting away in her presence.

"Max," YN said softly, turning to face him. "I know this weekend is important for you, and I don't want to be a distraction. But I'm really happy to be here and to finally meet you."

"You're not a distraction," Max replied, reaching out to take her hand again. "You're the best part of this weekend, honestly."

They shared a smile, Max was well aware of the butterflies that fluttered on his stomach and the high school girl blush his friends teased him about, but he didn't care. He felt happy with the pretty girl who had been his source of comfort for months, finally face to face.

"You know," YN said softly, "when I made that video calling you a misunderstood hero with a heart of gold, I never imagined I'd get to see it firsthand. But being here, seeing how you are with your team, with the fans… I was right about you, Max Verstappen."

Max felt a warmth spread through his chest at her words. He had always been guarded about his public image, but hearing her perspective meant more than he could ever imagine.

"I'm glad you think so," he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "You know, that video... it changed things for me. Not just because it led to us talking, but because it made me reflect on a lot of things."

"Who would've thought," YN said with a smile, "When I recorded that video, I never thought you would ever see it, let alone have an impact on you and let alone lead us to talking and me being here."

"Everything happens for a reason, right?"

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username1 OMFGGGG

username2 no one deserved this more than her for real

username3 SHE MET MAX TOO?? DESERVED

redbullracing Come back soon! 😉

username4 red bull finally inviting people who actually love the sport

username5 GIRL WE NEED A VLOGGGG

username6 omg how did this happen spiiiill

↳ ynreadsbooks let's say i got invited by the world champion

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↳ username2 so MAX invited her not redbull help he really did become a fan after that video

danielricciardo Hope to see you around soon, love ! 👀

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When it came time for YN to leave the Netherlands, Max insisted on driving her to the airport himself. The car ride was filled with comfortable silence and soft conversation, both of them trying to stretch out their remaining time together.

Despite their short time together, Max found himself completely smitten, captivated by YN's intelligence, humor, and the way her eyes lit up when she talked about books or reacted to the thrill of the race.

He didn't want to admit it to himself, but he was head over heels for her.

As they stood in the departure terminal, Max felt an overwhelming urge to kiss her. He hesitated, his heart racing, but ultimately settled for a long, warm hug, breathing in her scent and committing it to memory. As he watched her walk through security, he already found himself missing her presence.

Now, a week later, Max was in Monza for the Italian Grand Prix. The day had been busy with media commitments and team meetings. Finally back in the quiet of his motorhome, Max flopped onto the couch, feeling drained but content. Without thinking, he reached for his phone and hit the FaceTime button next to YN's name.

Her smiling face appeared on the screen, and Max felt an immediate surge of warmth.

"Hey, you," she said, her voice soft and welcoming even through the phone's speakers.

"Hey," Max replied, unable to keep the grin off his face. "How's your day been?"

"Oh, you know, the usual. Editing videos, reading, missing the excitement of the paddock," YN teased. "How about you? Surviving the media circus?"

"Barely," Max groaned dramatically, "I swear, if I have to answer one more question about RedBull and their big mess, I might go mad."

YN laughed, the sound making Max's heart skip a beat. "Poor Max. Whatever shall we do to take your mind off your beloved team?"

"Well," Max said, shifting to get more comfortable, "I've been reading that new sci-fi book you recommended. 'The Martian-like Odyssey to Titan,' or whatever it's called."

"'Project Hail Mary,'" she corrected, "And? What do you think so far?"

"It's incredible!" Max's eyes lit up, "I mean, the science is fascinating, and the way the main character problem-solves is just... I don't know, it reminds me a bit of what we do in racing, you know? Constantly adapting, finding solutions on the fly."

"That's exactly why I thought you'd like it! The way Andy Weir writes about scientific problem-solving is so engaging."

They dove into an animated discussion about the book, Max marveling at how easily conversation flowed between them, how YN's passion for books was infectious. As they talked, a thought that had been brewing in Max's mind for days suddenly surfaced.

"YN," Max said, his voice softer than before. "There's actually something I've been wanting to ask you."

"Oh? What is it, Max?" she tilted her head, curiosity evident in her expression.

Max took a deep breath, suddenly feeling like he was about to qualify for a crucial race. "Well, I was wondering... have you ever been to Monaco?"

"No, actually, I haven't," YN's eyebrows raised in surprise, "It's always been on my travel wish list, though. Why do you ask?"

Max felt his heart rate pick up. He'd rehearsed this moment in his head countless times over the past few days, but now that it was here, he found himself fumbling for words.

"Well, you see, I have a two-week break coming up before the Baku GP, and I was thinking... maybe... if you're free, of course, and if you'd like to... you could come visit me in Monaco?"

The words tumbled out faster than he intended, and Max felt a blush creeping up his neck. He watched YN's face carefully, trying to gauge her reaction. His mind raced with possibilities - what if she said no? What if this was too forward?

YN's eyes widened, and for a moment, she seemed at a loss for words. "Oh, Max, that's... wow. That's really sweet of you to offer."

Max, sensing a hint of hesitation, quickly added, "You could stay at my place. I have plenty of room, and it would be great to have you around. Plus I have two adorable cats that I'm sure you'd love."

YN's expression softened, a mix of excitement and uncertainty in her eyes. "That sounds amazing, Max. But… are you sure? I wouldn't want to impose on your personal space or your time off."

Truth was, Max wanted to spent every free moment he had with her, but he wasn't sure how to let her know without sounding too forward or like a creep, so he just pressed on.

"You wouldn't be imposing at all, I promise. I really want us to spend more time together, away from the craziness of the race weekends. And I'd love to show you around Monaco."

He watched as YN bit her lip, considering his offer. The silence stretched for a moment, and Max found himself holding his breath.

"If you're not comfortable staying at my place," he added quickly, "I could book you a hotel room, or there are some great Airbnbs with amazing views of the harbor. Whatever makes you feel most at ease. I just… I really want to see you again."

As he spoke, Max realized just how true his words were. The thought of having YN in his space, sharing meals, exploring the city together - it filled him with a warmth he couldn't quite describe. It was more than just attraction; there was a comfort in her presence that he craved.

YN smiled, a warm look in her eyes. "You really mean that, don't you?"

"I do. Look, I know it might seem like a big ask, but I just... I can't stop thinking about how much fun we have together. And Monaco is beautiful this time of year. We could go for drives along the coast, have dinner at some amazing restaurants, or just relax by the pool if you prefer. No pressure, just... us. And well, the cats."

Max held his breath, waiting for her response. The thought of having YN in Monaco, of being able to spend uninterrupted time with her away from the pressures of the race weekend, made his heart soar. He imagined showing her his favorite spots in the city, maybe taking her out on his boat, or just lounging by the pool and talking for hours.

"Alright, Verstappen, you've convinced me. But I have one condition."

"Name it." Max grinned, relief and excitement washing over him.

"If I'm staying at your place, you have to let me cook my infamous waffles for breakfast. They're a secret family recipe, and I guarantee they'll be the best you've ever tasted."

"Deal," Max's smile widened, a burst of joy exploding in his chest. "But I warn you, I take my waffles very seriously. They better live up to the hype."

"Oh, they will. And I can't wait to meet the cats."

As they continued to chat and make plans for YN's visit, Max felt a warmth spreading through his chest. The prospect of having YN in his home, of waking up and knowing she was just in the next room, of being able to spend lazy mornings together over homemade waffles - it all seemed almost too good to be true.

He found himself imagining what it would be like to have her there. Would she curl up on his couch with a book? Would they watch the sunset from his terrace? Would he finally get the courage to kiss her?

The thought made his heart race. He remembered the moment at the airport when he had wanted so badly to kiss her goodbye. This time, he promised himself, he wouldn't let the opportunity pass by.

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The day of YN's arrival in Monaco had finally come, and Max felt like a giddy teenager preparing for his first date.

In the days leading up to YN's visit, Max had found himself unusually preoccupied with preparations. He wanted everything to be perfect for YN's stay. He'd bought new sheets for the guest bedroom, making sure they were the softest he could find. He'd stocked the fridge with an array of foods, unsure of her preferences but making sure to have options. He'd even gone so far as to buy a small collection of books he thought she might enjoy, arranging them carefully on the nightstand in her room.

The morning of her arrival, Max woke up early, his stomach a knot of excitement and nerves. He double-checked everything one last time - fresh towels in the bathroom, extra toiletries in case she forgot anything, a vase of fresh flowers on the kitchen counter to brighten up the space. He felt almost silly with how much effort he was putting in, but he couldn't help himself. He wanted everything to be perfect for the girl he was smitten with.

As the time to leave for the airport approached, Max found himself pacing, checking his watch every few minutes. He'd planned the route to the airport meticulously, factoring in potential traffic to make sure he'd be there in plenty of time. Just as he was about to grab his keys and head out, the doorbell rang.

Confused, Max paused. He wasn't expecting anyone - he'd made sure to clear his schedule completely for YN's visit. Frowning slightly, he opened the door to find Lando standing there, a wide grin on his face.

"Lando? What are you doing here?" Max asked, glancing at his watch.

"What, can't a mate drop by for a visit?" Lando replied, trying to peer past Max into the apartment. "Thought we could hang out, maybe play some FIFA."

Max shifted awkwardly, blocking the doorway. "Lando, mate, I'm actually just about to head out. I can't hang out right now."

"Oh, come on," Lando's grin faltered slightly, "Just for a bit? We haven't had a proper catch-up in ages."

"I'm sorry, I really can't," Max insisted, glancing at his watch nervously. "I have to pick up a friend from the airport."

Lando's eyes narrowed suspiciously, a mischievous glint appearing. "A friend, huh? Is it that your book dream girl? You're flying her out over here?"

Max felt his face heat up, a blush creeping up his neck. He tried to deny it, but his reaction gave him away.

"It is! Oh man, this is brilliant," Lando's eyes widened in delight, "Max Verstappen, blushing like a schoolboy over a girl."

"Shut up," Max grumbled, but there was no real annoyance in his voice. He couldn't help but smile.

"So, YN is finally gracing Monaco with her presence," Lando teased. "No wonder you've been so distracted lately. When do I get to hang out with her?"

"You don't," Max rolled his eyes, "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go."

"Alright, alright," Lando stepped aside, still grinning. "But I want details later, yeah? And tell YN I said hi."

Max waved him off, hurrying to his car. Despite Lando's teasing, he couldn't wipe the smile off his face. The excitement was bubbling up inside him again as he drove to the airport.

As he parked and made his way to the arrivals area, Max felt his nerves almost making him want to throw up. He found himself fidgeting, alternating between pacing and sitting, his eyes glued to the arrivals board.

Finally, he saw that YN's flight had landed. His heart rate picked up as he watched the doors, scanning the crowd for her familiar face. And then, suddenly, there she was.

YN emerged from the arrivals gate, looking a bit tired from the journey but still radiant. Her eyes scanned the crowd, and when they landed on Max, her face lit up with a brilliant smile.

Max felt his breath catch in his throat. He raised his hand in a small wave, a grin spreading across his face as he walked towards her.

"Hey, Max," she said as she reached him, her voice warm and slightly breathless.

"Hey," he replied, suddenly feeling shy. "How was your flight?"

Without thinking, he pulled her into a hug. As he wrapped his arms around her, breathing in the scent of her hair, he felt a sense of rightness wash over him. It was as if all the pieces were falling into place.

"It was good, just long," she hugged him back tightly. "I'm so glad to be here though."

As they pulled apart, Max found himself reluctant to let go completely. He kept one hand on her back as he reached for her suitcase with the other. "Here, let me get that for you."

"Always the gentleman," YN teased, but her smile was soft and appreciative.

As they walked towards the exit, Max found himself stealing glances at her, still hardly believing she was really here. "So, um, I thought we could grab some lunch if you're hungry? Or if you're tired, we can head straight to my place so you can rest."

YN considered for a moment. "Lunch sounds great, actually. I'm starving, and I'm too excited to sleep just yet. I want to see Monaco."

Max chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through his chest at her enthusiasm. "Lunch it is then. I know just the place – it has a great view of the harbor."

As they made their way to Max's car, chatting easily about YN's flight and Max's plans for her visit, Max felt a sense of contentment he hadn't experienced in a long time. The nervousness from earlier had melted away, replaced by pure happiness.

Loading YN's suitcase into the trunk, Max caught her eye and smiled. "I'm really glad you're here, YN."

She returned his smile, her eyes sparkling. "Me too, Max. Me too."

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Three days had passed since YN's arrival in Monaco, and Max couldn't remember a time when he'd been happier.

True to her word, YN had cooked her infamous waffles for breakfast on the second morning of her stay. As Max had taken his first bite, his eyes had widened in surprise and delight. The waffles were light and crispy on the outside, yet fluffy on the inside, with a perfect balance of sweetness and a hint of vanilla. He'd declared them the best he'd ever tasted, earning a proud smile from her.

The days that followed had been filled with laughter, conversation, and exploration. They'd spent hours by Max's pool, talking about everything and nothing. YN would often bring a book, reading aloud passages that she found particularly interesting or amusing, while Max listened, content to hear her voice and watch the way her eyes lit up when she spoke about something she loved.

They'd explored Monaco together, with Max showing YN his favorite spots and discovering new ones together. He'd taken her to the Monte Carlo Casino, where they'd marveled at the architecture and people-watched. They'd strolled through the streets of Monaco-Ville, the old town, where YN had been enchanted by the colorful buildings. They'd even spent an afternoon at the Oceanographic Museum, where YN's enthusiasm for learning had been infectious, and Max had found himself just as excited as she was about the marine life exhibits.

Throughout it all, Max felt himself falling deeper for her. It wasn't just her beauty or her intelligence that captivated him, but the way she saw the world. Her curiosity, her kindness, her ability to find joy in the smallest things - it all made Max see his surroundings through new eyes. He found himself noticing details he'd never paid attention to before, appreciating moments he might have otherwise overlooked.

What struck Max most was how easy and right it all felt. There was no pressure, no awkwardness. Being with YN was as natural as breathing. They could talk for hours without running out of things to say, but they were also comfortable in silence, simply enjoying each other's presence.

As they returned from another long day of exploring the city, both Max and YN retreated to their respective rooms to change into more comfortable clothing. Max opted for a soft t-shirt and sweatpants, relishing the feeling of being relaxed and at ease in his own home.

When he emerged from his room, he found YN already settled on his couch, her legs tucked under her, a book in her hands and one of his cats curling beside her. She was wearing one the t-shirt she picked the night she arrived when she realized she forgot to pack pajamas. It was too big for her frame but Max felt like melting knowing she was wearing his shirt.

The sight made Max's heart skip a beat. There was something so intimate and domestic about the scene - YN looking completely at home in his space, in his clothes, absorbed in a book as if she'd always been there.

Max couldn't help but smile, a warmth spreading through his chest. He found himself wanting this view in his life every day - coming home to find YN there, comfortable and content. The thought both thrilled and terrified him. He'd never felt this way about anyone before, never wanted to intertwine his life so completely with another person's.

YN looked up from her book, catching Max's gaze. Her lips curved into a soft smile. "Hey. Want to join me?"

Without hesitation, Max crossed the room. Instead of sitting next to her, he surprised both of them by lying down on the couch and resting his head in her lap. He looked up at her, his eyes vulnerable. "Would you read to me?"

YN's expression softened, her eyes twinkling with affection. "Of course," she said, her free hand moving to gently run her fingers through his hair.

Max closed his eyes, reveling in the sensation. He felt her shift slightly, getting comfortable, and then her voice filled the air, soft and melodious as she began to read.

Max's lips curved into a smile. "Emma," he murmured. "I remember you mentioning it was one of your favorites."

YN paused her reading, looking down at him with surprise and pleasure. "You remembered that?"

"Of course," Max opened his eyes, meeting her gaze. "I remember everything you tell me."

A huge grin appeared in YN's face, and she bent down to press a soft kiss to Max's forehead. The gesture was so natural, so tender, that it made Max's heart flutter.

As she continued to read, her fingers still combing through his hair, Max found himself only half-listening to the words. Instead, he was acutely aware of every point of contact between them - the warmth of her lap under his head, the gentle touch of her fingers, the soft cadence of her voice washing over him.

In that moment, Max realized with startling clarity that this was what he wanted for the rest of his life. Not just the glamour of racing or the thrill of victory, but this - quiet moments of intimacy, the comfort of being with someone who understood him, who made him want to be better.

He reached up, gently taking YN's free hand in his own, intertwining their fingers. She paused in her reading, looking down at him with a question in her eyes.

"YN," Max said softly, his voice filled with emotion. "I'm really glad you're here."

She squeezed his hand, her smile radiant. "So am I, Max. So am I."

As she resumed reading, her voice mixing with the soft sound of the Mediterranean breeze outside, Max closed his eyes again, a sense of peace settling over him. Whatever the future held, he knew that this moment, this feeling, was something he'd cherish forever.

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As the final day of YN's stay in Monaco dawned, Max found himself feeling so many bittersweet emotions. The past week had been nothing short of magical, and the thought of it coming to an end left a hollow feeling in his chest. She hadn't even left yet, and already he missed her.

For their final day, Max had decided to take YN out on his yacht. He wanted their last hours together to be special, just the two of them away from the bustling streets of Monaco. As they prepared for the day, packing a picnic and gathering sunscreen and towels, Max couldn't help but reflect on the past week.

Daniel and Lando had teased him mercilessly about his sudden disappearance from their usual hangouts. They'd made jokes about Max being "whipped" and how he'd fallen hard for his "YouTube dream girl." But Max didn't care. He was too happy, too caught up in the bubble of joy that surrounded him and YN.

As they boarded the yacht, the Mediterranean stretching out before them in shades of turquoise, Max felt a pang in his chest. This perfect week was coming to an end, and he wasn't sure he was ready to face reality again.

Once they were out on the open water. YN leaned over the railing, a look of wonder on her face.

"This is incredible, Max," she said, turning to him with a dazzling smile. "I can't believe I'm here, experiencing all of this."

Max moved to stand beside her, their shoulders brushing. "I'm going to miss you," he said softly, "This week has been… I don't even have words for it."

"I'm going to miss you too, Max. So much. But you know I have to go back home. I have videos to make for my channel, work stuff to catch up on…"

Max nodded, understanding but not liking it. "Maybe you could make a video about 'A Week with an F1 Driver'? I'm sure your subscribers would love that."

YN laughed, playfully shoving his shoulder. "Oh yes, I'm sure that would go over well. 'Day 3: Watched Max eat his bodyweight in pasta. Day 5: Learned that F1 drivers are actually big babies when they lose at Mario Kart.'"

"I am not a baby!" Max gasped in mock offense. "I'm just… competitive."

"Uh-huh, sure," she teased, her eyes twinkling. "Is that why you pouted for an hour after I beat you?"

"I did not pout," Max protested, but he was grinning.

"You know, it's still surreal to me that a random video I published got us here. If someone had told me a year ago that I'd be spending a week in Monaco with Max Verstappen, I would have laughed in their face."

Max reached out, caressing her cheek softly. "I'm glad you made that video," he said softly. "I'm glad I stumbled across it. I can't imagine not knowing you now."

As they stood together on the boat, the gentle rocking of the waves mirroring the tumultuous emotions within them, Max found his gaze drawn to YN's lips. They were slightly parted, soft and inviting. His heart raced as he lifted his eyes to meet hers, a silent question in his gaze.

YN's eyes, warm and full of affection, met his. A small, knowing smile played at the corners of her mouth, and in that moment, it was all the permission Max needed.

With a gentle tug, he pulled her closer, one hand coming to rest on the small of her back while the other cupped her cheek. Time seemed to slow as he leaned in, their breaths mingling in the space between them. And then, finally, their lips met.

The kiss was tender at first, a soft exploration. But as YN's arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers threading through his hair, it deepened into something more passionate. Max poured all of his pent-up emotions into the kiss - his joy, his longing, his hope for what they could be.

When they finally parted, YN's eyes were sparkling. "You know," she said, a playful tone to her voice, "I've been waiting for you to do that all week."

Max couldn't help but laugh, a mixture of relief and happiness bubbling up inside him. "Really? All week, huh?"

"Mmhmm," she nodded, her smile widening. "I was starting to think I'd have to make the first move myself."

"Well," Max said, his voice low and teasing, "allow me to make up for lost time."

With that, he pulled her in for another kiss. This one was different from the first - more confident, more passionate. His hands roamed her back, pulling her flush against him as her fingers tangled in his hair. The world around them faded away until there was nothing but the two of them, the taste of salt on their lips, and the warmth of the setting sun on their skin.

When they broke apart this time, both were slightly dazed. Max rested his forehead against YN's, unwilling to put any distance between them.

"I really like you," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. "More than I've ever liked anyone before. This week with you… it's been incredible. I don't want it to end."

YN's hand came up to cup his cheek, her thumb gently stroking his skin. "I really like you too, Max," she replied, her voice equally soft. "These past few days have been like a dream."

Max pulled back slightly, just enough to meet her eyes. "I know you have to go back, but… I want to make this work. Us, I mean. If that's something you want too."

"I do want that. Very much. It might not be easy with our schedules and the distance, but I think you're worth it."

"We'll figure it out," he said, determination clear in his voice. "I'll come visit you when I can, and you can come to some of my races. We'll make time for video calls, and I'll text you so much you'll get sick of me."

YN laughed, the sound like music to Max's ears. "I don't think I could ever get sick of you," she said, her eyes twinkling. "But I'm holding you to that promise about the races. I expect VIP treatment, Mr. Verstappen."

Max grinned, pulling her close again. "For you? Always," he murmured, before capturing her lips in another kiss.

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The month following YN's stay in Monaco had been blissful happiness for both YN and Max. Their parting at the airport had been bittersweet, filled with lingering kisses and tight embraces. They had spent a good hour cuddling in Max's car in the airport parking lot, neither wanting to let go.

"I'm going to miss you so much," YN had whispered, her face buried in the crook of Max's neck.

Max had tightened his arms around her, breathing in her scent. "I'll miss you too. But we'll see each other soon, I promise."

When they finally managed to separate, their goodbye kiss had been passionate and filled with promise. As Max watched her disappear into the airport, he already felt a piece of his heart leaving with her.

In the weeks that followed, they took every opportunity to be together. Max would fly to YN's home during his breaks between races, often arriving exhausted but immediately revitalized by her presence.

Their reunions were always intense, filled with desperate kisses and roaming hands as they made up for lost time. But it was the quiet moments that Max treasured most - waking up with YN in his arms, her sleepy smile the first thing he saw; cooking breakfast together, stealing kisses between flipping pancakes; or simply sitting in comfortable silence, each lost in their own tasks but finding comfort in the other's presence.

Now, as they walked hand in hand through the paddock in Austin for the USA Grand Prix, Max felt a sense of pride and joy unlike anything he'd experienced before. Having YN by his side at a race weekend, this time as more than just a friend, felt right in a way he couldn't fully express.

"This is incredible, Max," YN breathed, squeezing his hand. "I don't think I'll ever get used to it."

Max grinned, his heart swelling with affection. He loved seeing the paddock through her eyes, rediscovering the magic that he sometimes took for granted.

"Wait until you see the track," he said, pulling her closer. "And the sound when all the cars start up… there's nothing like it."

They paused for a moment, watching as a group of mechanics wheeled a set of tires past them. Max took the opportunity to really look at his girl. She was radiant in the sunlight, her hair catching the light and her eyes sparkling with excitement. He couldn't resist leaning in to place a soft kiss on her cheek.

YN turned to him, a playful smile on her lips. "What was that for?"

"Do I need a reason to kiss my girl?" Max replied, his voice low and teasing.

She laughed, the sound music to his ears. "I suppose not. But maybe save some for later? We are in public, after all."

"You're killing me," Max groaned dramatically. "How am I supposed to focus on racing when you look like that?"

"Oh, I'm sure you'll manage," YN teased, patting his chest. "After all, I hear you're quite good at this driving thing."

Their playful banter was interrupted by a familiar voice calling out. "Oi, Verstappen! Finally decided to grace us with your presence?"

Max turned to see Daniel approaching, his trademark grin in place. Lando was close behind, an equally mischievous look on his face.

"Hey guys," Max greeted, unconsciously pulling YN closer. "You remember YN, right?"

"Ah yes," Daniel's grin widened. "Nice to see you again, love."

"It's great to see you too, Daniel," she smiled warmly. "And you, Lando."

Lando's eyes darted between Max and YN, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "So, Max, finally managed to seal the deal, huh?"

Max felt his cheeks heat up, but before he could respond, YN jumped in.

"Oh, he did more than that," she said, her tone light but with a hint of something that made Max's pulse quicken. "He's been quite… impressive."

Daniel let out a low whistle while Lando burst into laughter. Max couldn't help but join in, marveling at how effortlessly YN fit into his world.

As they chatted, Max couldn't keep his hands off YN. He found himself constantly touching her - a hand on the small of her back, playing with her fingers, rubbing her arm softly. Each touch was like a spark, reminding him of their passionate reunions over the past month.

He thought back to their last meeting, just a week ago. He had flown to her place straight after he was done with some meetings in Monaco, exhausted but desperate to see her. The moment he stepped through her door, all fatigue had vanished. They had barely made it to the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes in their wake. The memory of her skin against his, the taste of her lips, the sound of her gasps and moans… it was enough to make him want to whisk her away to his motorhome right now.

Max was pulled from his thoughts by the approach of another familiar face. Charles Leclerc was walking towards them, his trademark charming smile in place.

"Max! Good to see you, man," Charles said, clapping Max on the shoulder before turning his attention to YN. "And who might this lovely lady be?"

Without hesitation, the words tumbled from Max's lips: "This is YN, my girlfriend."

He felt the girl stiffen slightly beside him, and for a moment, panic flared in his chest. Had he overstepped? They hadn't explicitly discussed labels yet. But when he glanced at YN, she was smiling warmly at Charles, her hand still firmly in Max's.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Charles," YN said, shaking his hand.

Charles raised an eyebrow at Max, a hint of surprise in his expression. "The pleasure is all mine. I hope you're enjoying your time in the paddock."

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, they parted ways. Max led YN towards his driver's room. Once inside the relative privacy of the small space, YN turned to him, a playful glint in her eye.

"Girlfriend, huh?" she said, her tone light but with an undercurrent of something Max couldn't quite identify.

Max felt a flutter of nervousness in his stomach. "I… yeah. I mean, if that's okay? I know we haven't really talked about it, but…"

YN stepped closer, her fingers playing with the collar of his shirt. "It's more than okay, Max. I was just surprised. We've been in this beautiful bubble, and hearing you say it out loud… it made it feel real in a way it hasn't before."

Max let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. His hands found their way to YN's waist, pulling her closer. "It is real," he said softly. "I've never felt this way about anyone before. Feels like you're everything."

Her eyes softened, her hand coming up to cup his cheek. "You're everything to me too, Max. I love you."

The words hung in the air between them for a moment, both realizing it was the first time either had said it. Then Max surged forward, capturing YN's lips in a kiss that was equal parts tender and passionate.

When they broke apart. Max rested his forehead against YN's, his eyes closed as he savored the moment.

"I love you too," he whispered. "God, YN, I love you so much."

YN's answering smile was radiant and she pulled him in for another kiss.

"So," he said, his voice husky, "ready to watch your boyfriend win a race?"

YN laughed, the sound filling the small space and Max's heart. "Always," she replied. "My misunderstood hero with a heart of gold."

[victory-cookies]

tomorrow is gonna be interesting bc it’s my last day off before the insanity that will be working on the 23rd and 24th, and then having family gatherings on the 25th and 26th, and then working the 27th-31st. so I basically have to do everything tomorrow

[urmum-lovesme]

Ok but toxic!dad!rafe where this don’t effect the children’s life but when it come to the mother of his kids he’s still very overprotective. I mean she is a MILF.

This is the best thing I've ever heard anon I hope both sides of your pillow are cold.

Toxic!Rafe as a dad?

Surprisingly present. 

His kid adores him, and in their eyes, he’s just their cool, protective father. He spoils them, takes them out on the yacht all the time, and he makes sure they have everything they could ever want. He told himself he would never be like Ward if he ever became a father, and he- for a change- was living up to his word.

But when it comes to their mom? That’s where the real problem is.

Because Rafe does not change when it comes to Y/N.

Y/N falling pregnant, certainly wasn't planned. It wasn’t supposed to happen. She was young, she had a future and more than anything, she wasn’t sure if she even wanted to stay with Rafe, let alone have a baby with him. She didn't tell Rafe right away. Not because she was hiding it, but because she knew- deep in her gut- that he wouldn’t react like a normal person. She needed time to think, to weigh her options, to figure out what she wanted before he got involved.

But Rafe found out anyway.

Y/N had been so incredibly careful, she didn't leave any trace of the positive pregnancy test in Tannyhill; but he just knew her too well, sensed that something was off when she stopped drinking.

“What?”

His voice was quiet at first, his brows furrowed, like he didn’t quite believe what he was hearing. But then the realisation hit. His blue eyes darkened, his jaw tightened, and he stepped closer, the room suddenly feeling too small. His voice was calm, but there was something dangerous underneath it.

“You were gonna tell me, right?”

“Rafe, I—I don’t know what I’m going to do yet—”

Wrong answer. His hand shot out, gripping her jaw, forcing her to look at him.

“The fuck do you mean, you don’t know?” His breath was hot against her face, his fingers digging into her skin.

“That’s my kid, Y/N.”

Her stomach churned, her heart hammering against her ribs.

“I just- Rafe, I need time to think—”

“No, you don’t.”

He cut her off, shaking his head like the idea itself was ridiculous, angrily running a hand through his messed up hair.

“You don’t need to think. It’s already decided.”

She tried to take a step back, but his grip tightened, his other hand settling on her waist, firmly keeping her closer to him.

“We’re having this baby.”

Her breath caught in her throat as the words passed his lips, tears stinging her eyes before she could stop the feeling.

“I don’t- Rafe, this is my choice—”

His fingers pressed harder, his face inches from hers.

“No, it’s ours.”

Even now when they have a child together, he still watches her like a hawk. Still gets unreasonably possessive when she dresses a certain way, still makes a scene when he catches another man looking at her for a second too long. And she knows better than to fight him on it- most of the time.

It’s a summer afternoon, and she’s lounging by the pool, drink in hand, wearing a bikini that makes Rafe’s jaw clench. The sun was high, casting a golden glow over her as she adjusted the thin strap of her bikini top. It was tiny- too fucking tiny. The black fabric barely covered her tits, which, thanks to breastfeeding, were even fuller now, spilling slightly over the edges. His jaw clenched as his gaze dragged down, taking in the way the strings hugged her hips, digging into soft, newly gained curves that had him gripping the bottle in his hand just a little harder.

His friends are over, and while they’re talking, his eyes keep flicking toward her, watching the way the fabric clings to her curves. And then- Topper nudges him, nodding toward one of the new neighbours talking to her.

Rafe’s face goes dark.

She’s laughing at something the guy said, totally unaware of the way Rafe’s grip tightens around his beer bottle. He doesn’t make a scene- not yet- but when the guy finally walks away, Rafe strides over, towering over her as she peers up from her sun bed. His voice is deceptively smooth, but she knows that tone.

"Having fun, baby?"

"Yes."

His fingers skim her thigh, tracing the edge of her bikini bottoms.

"You looked like you were having a little too much fun."

She sighs, pushing her sunglasses up to rest on her head, she had a feeling she knew exactly where this was going.

"Seriously?"

"Dead serious." He leans down, voice dropping.

"Go inside and cover up."

She scoffs, shifting to sit up, the towel underneath her crumpling slightly as she moved,

"It’s our backyard and it's a pool party-."

"-I don’t give a fuck."

"Rafe, you’re being ridiculous."

"Yeah?" His grip tightens on her thigh.

"Then why’s he looking at you like he wants to fuck you?"

Her stomach flips.

"Stop," she hisses, even as heat creeps up her neck. But Rafe just smirks, leaning in so only she can hear.

"Maybe I should remind you who you belong to, huh?"

Her breath catches.

And the way he says it? The way his hand tightens on her thigh, just enough to send a warning? It sends a shiver down her spine, even as she glares at him. Because she knows- if she doesn’t listen now, he’ll make her.

Somehow, their kid never see this side of Rafe, he makes sure of it.

To them, their dad is just protective, he just 'cares about mommy so much!'. They never see the way their mother bites her lip in frustration when Rafe pulls her away from conversations. They never see the bruises he leaves- not always from violence, but from gripping her too tight, kissing her too hard. They don’t hear the way she argues in hushed tones behind closed doors, or the way she eventually gives in and melts into him anyway.

Because as much as she hates his jealousy and his control, she loves him too much to walk away.

He is the father of her child after all

[rafesangelita]

♡ not only is rafe cameron your mortal enemy, but he’s also, unknowingly, your nsfw tumblr mutual??

warnings: mean!rafe, enemies to ???, sexting, dirty talk, sending and receiving of nudes, mentions of death, very light angst, mentions of social status, insults used as flirting loll, small time skip

a/n: this is sorta canon, only in the sense that ward is dead and rose is off somewhere with wheezie. i might just make this a mini series, let me know what you think <3 part two is out now!!

links: next | mini series masterlist

wc: 1.8k

rafe hated you.

maybe not all of you, because in his eyes, along with everyone else’s.. you were hot as shit. there was no denying that. your bitchy attitude not only amused rafe more than half the time, but it turned him on too. he’d watch you from a distance as you cleared the couch for you and your friends to sit on with a single glance, everyone making way for you like you were some kind of princess. which you clearly were, he just couldn’t understand why.

why did you turn him on so much? his best bet was because while everyone bent to his will, he knew that you’d never even spare him the time of day, and if you did it was because he had to work for every single ounce of your attention. no one else on this island would ever make him do that, no one on this island wouldn’t dare challenge him, but you? he’d take your bossiness and catty remarks any day.

the real question is; why did he hate you at the same time?

for starters; you had your family. your picture perfect mommy and daddy were plastered on every single newspaper in both the island and the mainland, the two of them getting praised for their line of successful businesses and work ambition. you were the only child, which was something rafe fantasized about being when his dad was still here. it irritated him that you had all of the attention and recognition that he never had. he felt even worse about it because unlike him, you didn’t even have to do anything in order to get praise and appreciation from your parents. you just got it for simply existing.

rafe on the other hand was nothing but a disappointment to ward when he went above and beyond just to get nothing, not even a single ‘i’m proud of you, son.’ before his dad up and died. rafe was already fueled by rage, but now? now that he had an entire island looking at down on him everywhere he went with false pity? he was out for blood. getting in meaningless fights, purposely doing stupid things that he knew he’d get hurt doing just to feel something.

he grew reckless and raised hell in every establishment and party he attended, figuring there was no use in keeping the family name squeaky clean with a good reputation when he technically didn’t have any family anymore. rose took wheezie and dipped as soon as rafe got tanneyhill and his hefty inheritance, and sarah decided to leave the island altogether and live her own life in god knows where.

everyone left him.

rafe was simply just a bystander now, an observer, and you had it all. the popularity, the socialite status, the family, the friends, the list could go on. it wasn’t long before he had to find some kind of outlet; something where he could express things and share thoughts to an audience that didn’t know him.. little did he know, you had also seeked out the same thing.

your distaste for rafe came about once you heard he was going around the island calling you a ‘spoiled little brat’ and a ‘prissy bitch’ whenever your name came up in conversations. obviously, what he said was true, but who was he to speak about you? he didn’t even know you. “call me a bitch to my face next time, ‘cameron. i hate pussies.” you had went up to him in the midst of him having a conversation with topper, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched the way your hips swayed when you walked away, your mini dress paired with those heels of yours had him tonguing the inside of his cheek.

“did she just bitch you out, bro?” topper looked genuinely shocked as rafe laughed. “nah, she’s flirting.” from then on, you two would shamelessly stare at each other from across the room, keeping your eyes locked on one another even while you had people at your side who were more than interested in taking you home. rafe would pass by, muttering an insult just loud enough for you to hear and you’d laugh, dismissing him as if he was nothing but a fly on the wall.

you’d be lying if you said the so called ‘princess’ treatment didn’t get old after a while. rafe was the only person who seemingly didn’t care about your feelings. and you liked it. naturally, you craved something different, something that no one out here in the real world had the guts to do— degrade you and make you feel small. like you were nothing. turning to the only thing you could in order to keep your anonymity, you made a tumblr blog, easily racking up followers by posting your deepest and darkest desires and fantasies.

not even your best friends knew this side of you. you could be as depraved as you wanted to be on the app, and even if the whole point in you making your blog was to be anonymous, you still posted your own photos on there. of course your face wouldn’t be showing in any of them, but reading the comments as they flooded in filled the void you didn’t realize was there to begin with. a particular user, however, always left comments on your posts that had your thighs rubbing together.

it wasn’t long before you decided to check out his account, deciding to follow him back once you read through some of his posts. truthfully, you were the only girl he followed on the platform, he couldn’t help but feel like a lot of other accounts were ran by robots. you actually interacted with people on your blog, you had a personality. when he got the notification that you followed him back, he wasted no time in sending you a message.

[10:01 PM] countryclub: wsp

[10:15 PM] brattydiaries: ew.

[10:16 PM] countryclub: ???

[10:16 PM] countryclub: i just want to talk to you.

[10:25 PM] brattydiaries: yeah i can see that lol

[10:26 PM] brattydiaries: ‘wsp’ is so icky though. it kinda gives me high schooler vibes

‘high schooler vibes’ rafe snorted when he read your reply, internally cringing as he read back his previous message. you had a point.

[10:28 PM] countryclub: can i start over?

[10:30 PM] brattydiaries: can you?

[10:31 PM] countryclub: may i?

you smiled when he corrected himself.

[10:33 PM] brattydiaries: ugh i guess..

[10:38 PM] countryclub: 1 attachment

[10:38 PM] countryclub: hey i cum to your pictures all the time. here’s a picture of my cock and the mess you made me make.

usually you’d immediately block when an unsolicited dick pic found its way to your dm’s, but this one was unlike any others you’ve received.

your jaw was on the floor.

this wasn’t the ordinary ‘no-effort’ kind of picture. he wasn’t obnoxiously holding his length as if he was presenting it to you, instead he had his fist wrapped around the base, his aching tip standing on its own as his cum adorned his abs. his skin was also glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, your chest blooming with pride as you realized just how much your blog riled him up. he was very well groomed, the underside of his cock slick with the aftermath of your most recent photos.

this was just different. you felt your bitchy resolve crumbling down with every second you stared at the details, the sight of the veins in his arms and hands had you pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, your brain going blank as you tried to come up with a response.

[10:50 PM] countryclub: you done being a bitch and acting like i’m not good enough to talk to you? or do i have to send you more pictures of what you do to me?

yeah. you were totally fucked.

from that point forward, you two sexted day and night, your phone basically living in your hands as you went about your everyday life. soon, all of your posts became about him, both you and rafe seemingly dancing circles around each other. while you two lived for pissing each other off and did everything to be a nuisance to one another in real life, you were actually, literally getting each other off behind the screen.

you were surprising him with photos throughout the day, his dirty talk making you fall asleep with a sticky mess between your thighs. it was only a matter of time before he started wanting to hear your voice, even going as far as asking for your number so you could call and actually talk to one another. of course, you were hesitant, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t wish to hear those filthy things he says in your messages in your ears instead.

so you agreed. you gave him your number and waited for him to call.. and nothing. for the first time in your life, you waited for a phone call from a man, and he never delivered. your ego was in shambles. even after you came up with excuses as to why he didn’t call, none of them made sense. the next day you woke up to no new messages, your heart clenching in your chest when you went to his profile and saw that he deleted all of his posts.

what the fuck?

deciding to stay off of the app for the time being, you hated how a few months of sexting made you think about him every chance you got.

you didn’t even know his name for crying out loud!

if your friends noticed something off about your attitude, they didn’t point it out. even rafe was more irritable, both of you getting in full on arguments if you two spent too much time together in a social setting. your comebacks would have him on the verge of dragging you out of the room by your hair, wishing so bad that he could just put you in your place. it wasn’t until you got home from another one of topper’s parties that your phone lit up with a message.

from him.

[1:00 AM] countryclub: hey

you scoffed. ‘hey’ that was all that he could say? after all of the time that passed, he could only spare you one fucking word? you were about to block him before you got another notification.

[1:07 AM] countryclub: i’m really sorry for ghosting you, alright? i just freaked out.

[1:09 AM] brattydiaries: you sent me a picture of your dick when we first messaged each other and you’re barely freaking out now? don’t you think we’re far past that point already?

[1:12 AM] countryclub: we definitely are, it’s just when you sent me your number, my heart dropped to my ass.

[1:12 AM] brattydiaries: you asked for it and i gave it to you. i’m confused rn.

[1:14 AM] countryclub: no it isn’t that

[1:15 AM] brattydiaries: then what the fuck is it?

[1:19 AM] countryclub: we have the same area code.