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Flashing Lights ft Momo, Mina

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Momo, Mina & Male Reader.

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Budapest was one of the most amazing and historically rich cities you have ever visited on your vacation, but the tourist spots had run out, and with that the possible activities were reduced to a very few, among them, the well-known nightlife of Budapest. the Hungarian capital.

You went from disco to disco, from pub to pub, and despite the fact that a couple of these places had resulted in a very gratifying experience for you, you were looking for something more, something that marked a before and after on that vacation trip. You were completely alone in the city, so you didn't really have a guide or someone to show you in detail all the possible places you could go, much less the ones that were most hidden from the public eye.

You had been your own tour guide for the entire week you were there, and you were determined to continue to be so even if it cost you to get into some dangerous place controlled by some random organized crime gang. That was how you embarked on a tedious search to find that place you wanted to find so much.

In order to do this, you had to get quite far from the city center. You had rented a car from the first day you arrived, so it was not difficult for you to move freely through those unknown yet charming streets. You drove for hours on a clear and silent Sunday night, turning corners and stopping at various alleyways to no avail.

Feeling defeated and with no desire to continue searching, you were already preparing to return to your hotel. Grim-faced and slumped-shouldered, you U-turned a corner, that's when you saw it at the end of a blind street, a glitzy, elegant establishment that immediately caught your eye. It wasn't too big, and it didn't seem to be too crowded either, judging by the number of cars that were parked on the curb.

From a distance you couldn't make out what was on the few but striking signs that adorned the front of the place, it was when you parked behind one of the nearby cars that you realized (with your poor eyesight) that the signs were neither written nor in Hungarian or English, but in Japanese. Now, that was a peculiar place. Your brain told you that the most logical thing was to turn around and go back where you came from, but your heart screamed that you risked discovering what was behind all of that, besides, in the worst case it was as easy as getting out of there and going back to your hotel... right?

You were completely unaware of what the hell it said in the signs, and you were lazy to take out your phone just to use Google Lens, you could perfectly well be getting into a human slaughterhouse and you weren't going to have a fucking idea until you had an electric saw on your neck. Even thinking about all that, you got out of your car confident and determined, heading to the mysterious establishment.

The windows were tinted jet black, and the door didn't give much information about what you were going to find inside, either, the only thing you knew was that the owners of the place had to be quite wealthy, since the facade was made of obviously expensive materials, dark varnished wood, you didn't know the type, and black marble with small golden veins that reminded of gold nuggets.

You didn't know if it was open or closed, in fact, you knocked a couple of times without getting a response from inside, but the signs were perfectly lit and you were listening to music inside, so you decided to stop by. Bad mistake, at first.

As soon as you entered, you entered a wide corridor with shiny marble walls, adorned on each side by traditional Japanese lamps that illuminated the space in purple, under your feet a black carpet stretched that led to the end of the corridor, which you noticed that there were stairs that led to a floor below.

As you walked down the hall to take the stairs the sound of the music got louder and louder, and the reverberation of the place made you realize how big it was and how deceptive it was from the outside. You went down one step at a time, somewhat fearful of what you would find when you got to the floor below, but when you did you couldn't be anything but speechless.

The place reminded you of a nightclub, but it certainly wasn't, it also reminded you of a kind of private club, with a large bar, pool tables, and darts, but nothing further from what it really was. There were Asian women in provocative outfits of all kinds, from super-tight latex bodies to more revealing outfits like sexy lingerie or straight underwear that left little to the imagination. Some were waitresses, others were in charge of the bar serving drinks, and others were in charge of giving dances and acting as escorts for visibly wealthy individuals.

Astonished as well as confused, you took a few steps forward without anyone noticing your presence yet. Not knowing quite what to do, you put your hands in your pockets to walk towards the bar and ask for something to drink, but a hand on your shoulder stopped you, which pulled you and made you turn around. You came face to face with a stocky Japanese gorilla with a very unfriendly face, dressed in a classy suit and with a prominent beard.

"What the hell are you doing here kid?! Huh?!" he asked in heavily accented English, grabbing your sweater with both hands. The music was pretty loud, but the man's screams still stunned you.

"Uhm… the door was open," you said innocently, knowing you could get your ass kicked for your insolence.

"Out there it says: 'ENTRY WITH PRIOR RESERVATION ONLY'!!" he shook you hard, and you began to realize that you had entered the wrong place, full of the wrong people, "and you look so fucking broke to pay for being here."

"Oh, so that's what the signs said, dammit," you sighed, "so why the hell don't you have a bouncer at the entrance?" you asked, not wanting to offend or cause a conflict, but the Japanese man didn't take it well, his eyes filled with fury, and he raised his fist to punch you, but was interrupted by a female voice.

"Takashi-kun! Tomeru!!" the woman behind you exclaimed, speaking in Japanese. The man immediately released you, bowing to the person you couldn't see.

"Momo-sama! Hontouni sumimasen!" you were smart enough to at least know that he was apologizing. You stepped aside, so you could finally see the woman. You were completely stunned by such beauty.

The woman was dressed in a sleeveless black jumpsuit, high heels and long gloves of the same color. Her wolf cut and her slightly damp hair fit perfectly with her beautiful face, sharp features and deadly gaze. Her bare shoulders were unbelievably sexy, and you didn't need to see much to realize how big her chest was.

"Ima sugu koko kara deteike!" she exclaimed again, standing next to you without even seeing you yet.

"Hai, okusama!" the man replied with his head still down, turning to walk away. You just saw everything, without understanding a damn what they were saying.

"Please excuse him, he takes her job too seriously," she said now in perfect English, turning to look at you.

"No problem," you said, smoothing your hoodie, "but my question was genuine, why don't you have anyone at the door?"

"Because no one ever got here by chance, and the people who do never get in," she crossed her arms, staring at you. You started to get nervous, "now tell me, what are you doing here?"

"I'm a tourist here in Budapest," you started, glancing at her in short intervals, "I've visited every possible tourist and night spot, and since I still have a few days left here, I went looking for something new," Momo laughed.

"Yeah, you did have to search quite a bit to get here then," she said with a smirk, looking you up and down, "I don't know if you're very brave or very stupid, if I hadn't been here Takashi would have given you the beating of your life."

"I was just curious, and I don't know fucking Japanese to figure out what it said outside."

"You do know that Google Lens exists, right?" She asked that just to reconfirm your stupidity, she didn't give you time to reply, "You know what? Normally I'd kick you out of here nicely, but you caught me in a good mood today, and you're pretty cute..." She took a discreet step towards ahead, closing the distance between you but not too much, "where are you from?"

"I'm from the UK, beautiful," you said, trying somehow to flirt with her. She nodded slowly, still looking into your eyes.

"Do you know how many men I've slapped for trying to flirt with me while I was out of their reach?" she asked, raising an eyebrow and pressing her tongue against the inside of her lips.

"I don't know, will I be one of those men?" You looked at her in greater detail, her sexy bare neck and shoulders mesmerizing you.

"Not for now..." she noticed how you looked at her since you weren't being discreet at all, "just don't be smart with me."

"I'm a good boy, don't worry," you smiled.

"Very well, good boy, why don't we go to my office?" your inner self screamed with joy at that moment, you went looking for copper and found gold.

"To your office?"

"I'm the founder of this place, Hirai Momo, my pleasure," she held out her hand, and you shook it in complete bewilderment, now that was a twist, "follow me."

You followed the Japanese woman from behind, taking the opportunity to take a better look at your surroundings. You could perfectly tell how successful and famous that place was among the people of power, wherever you looked you would find some luxurious object or some detail that made you realize the amount of money that flowed between pockets. The men passed for every possible race, not just Asian, but every one of them seemed to have enough money to buy a fancy house on a quiet weekend, you could tell by the quality of their suits, how shiny their watches were, or the type of drinks that were on the tables in front of them.

Momo took some stairs that led to an upper floor, where you entered a long corridor where the red lights were dim but bright enough for you to see the sway of her sexy hips as you walked behind her.

"This is all built underground?" you asked, as she stopped in front of a door.

"Yeah, it saves us a lot of potential inconvenience to the neighbors," Momo replied with her hand on the knob, "but it was fucking expensive."

She opened the door, and you entered a spacious room that was mostly lit by the dim ceiling lights and the light emanating from the massive aquarium Momo had embedded in the wall to the right. The first thing to enter were two long light gray sofas with a marble table in the middle, and in the background on the left, two individual sofas in front of the woman's long desk, with nothing more than a Mac and few decorations on. Floating above the desk, a rectangular ceiling lamp. And in the corners of the room, 4 plants of the same type. Finally, a big detail that caught your attention was the pole that was installed to the right of the desk, but you decided not to comment on it.

"Wow, you're doing well, aren't you?" you asked, looking at the aquarium to your right.

"Contacts are everything, you start with a small grain of sand and end up with the sahara desert right in front of your nose," Momo went down two steps and passed between the coffee table and the sofa, "would you like something to drink?"

"What do you offer, Miss Hirai?" you asked, watching her walk towards a pantry to the right of her desk. You walked down the same steps, standing there with your hands behind your back.

"Whatever you want, sweetness," she turned to look at you with a peek over her shoulder and then to the pantry, "Gin, Whiskey, Vodka, Red Wine, Rum, Cognac..."

"A red wine is perfect and it's the fastest to serve for you," you looked around, looking again at the pole and then at Momo, wondering what possible use she had for it, but the answer seemed more than obvious.

"How thoughtful," she said amused, "Le Lucere or Pinot Noir?"

"I'd love to know about wine, so I'll leave it up to you," you laughed.

"Le Lucere will be," she agreed, pulling out the sleek black bottle and two glasses for red wine, "my god, sit down, you make me nervous standing there," she said as she walked towards you.

"Sorry, I never do anything in someone else's place without permission," you sat down on the sofa to the left, and Momo immediately sat next to you, much closer than you expected.

"Same there," Momo said, placing the bottle and glasses in front of you, then opening a small bowl that was on the table and taking out a two-stroke corkscrew, "my mother always said that someone else's place was sacred and should be respected as such," she began to pull the cork out of the bottle, and you couldn't help but observe how attractive she looked.

"Wise woman, definitely."

"Yes she is," she nodded, concentrating on applying force to remove the cork, "I wonder how she would react if she found out that I get all my money from an adult club and not a wheat processing plant."

"That's a big difference, what if she finds out?" wanting to take a shot, you raised your left arm and brought it up to rest on the back of the sofa, just behind Momo's back. She didn't seem to notice at first.

"She won't, I have enough money to cover up my lies," she replied, finally pulling the cork out and setting it aside, then began pouring the wine into both glasses.

"How humble," you teased, taking the glass of wine as she held it out to you.

"I didn't work so hard to get where I am to be humble, honey, cheers," she raised her glass in a toast, and you clinked it.

"Cheers, beautiful," you both smiled, and took a sip of the wine at the same time.

"Tell me, what are your impressions of Budapest so far?" She leaned back and turned on her side to face you, deliberately pressing into your arm and crossing her legs.

"Wow, I mean... the city is beautiful, especially at night," you said, "the people are very warm and friendly, and I love the architecture."

"Any favorite place?" she asked, staring at you as she took another sip of her wine, you imitated her.

"It will sound very typical, but Buda Castle blew me away. Fisherman's Bastion is also beautiful."

"Oh yeah, this city is full of amazing places," she nodded, "did you come with any family or...?"

"I came alone," you took another small sip of the wine.

"That's weird…" she peered up at you, "usually guys like you bring their girlfriends on these trips."

"I don't have a girlfriend, and if I did I certainly wouldn't be trying to flirt with you," Momo laughed.

"Are you trying to flirt with me?" she asked amused, "wow, I certainly hadn't noticed," you noted the clear sarcasm in her voice, "you'll have to do a better job of making that clear to me."

"And how could I possibly do that? I feel like if I try anything you'll kick my ass out of here."

"Well, you have two advantages: you already took the first step..." she placed her free hand on your arm and rubbed it slowly with her finger, "and you're too cute for me to want to reject your advances."

"Do you want me to get right to the point then?” You took another sip of your wine before setting it down on the coffee table.

"Yes, please, I'd love to know if you're worth it or not," unlike you, she drank the remaining wine in one gulp, then set the glass aside from yours.

"Alright, so let me tell you that you are fucking hot, beautiful and that your back and shoulders have me mesmerized," Momo looked a little surprised as you added things, but in the end she had a small mischievous smile on her face.

"So I'm fucking hot huh?" Momo made a short pause to slowly approach your face and raise part of her thigh over yours. Your sixth sense automatically kicked in, "Anything else to stand out about me, pretty boy?"

"First of all... can I even touch you?" you asked, your gaze alternating between her lips and her eyes.

"I don't know, try it and we'll see what happens," she murmured, shrugging her shoulders for a second, and then finished by bringing the rest of her leg up on top of yours.

"Well..." you placed your hand on her thigh, steadying it and pressing it against you, Momo smirked, "your legs are quite fleshy and toned, do you do gym?"

"Occasionally... keep going," she moved even closer to your face, now almost touching your lips.

"You also have lethal hips..." you said, raising your hand to her hip and then leaving it on her waist, "and some tits that at first glance already look delicious..." there you took your hand to one of her tits, giving it a gentle squeeze over her jumpsuit and causing Momo to bite her lip and stifle a moan.

"Fuck..." Momo responded by taking her hand directly to your cock and giving it a hard squeeze before straddling your lap, "you are such a fearless motherfucker, and I love that," Momo grabbed your face with both hands and suddenly smashed her lips against yours.

Stunned at first by your unexpectedly quick advances, Momo locked her thighs on either side of your hips, and took control of the kiss, directing it into a fiery exchange of saliva that heated the air in a matter of seconds. She let out little muffled moans against your lips, moving her hips very slowly back and forth, pressing into your growing bulge.

Coming out of your little trance, you finally took action on the matter and first took your hands to her waist, raising them slowly and ending up squeezing both of her tits firmly. Momo began to move with a little more intensity, and she separated from your lips to now dive into your neck, distributing little kisses and bites that made you gasp. Your hands now went to her ass, and you were met with a pair of firm, round buttocks which you also began to massage as she ground her hips against your bulge.

Things started to get wilder with each passing second, Momo was extremely turned on and you couldn't be anything but incredulous about your abilities to have managed to seduce a millionaire Japanese hottie. She reached inside your cargo pants and boxers and grabbed your hard cock, massaging it gently as she pecked your jaw. You kept grabbing her ass and every possible corner of her body.

"Can I suck your dick, pretty boy?" she asked in a whisper against your ear. You were about to agree, but then another presence disturbed your private moment.

"Momo-chan! Kore wa watashi no ude no naka de kay-" the girl who came in speaking Japanese to your right let out a small squeal of surprise seeing the two of you on the sofa, "Hontouni sumimasen!" she brought her hands to her eyes to cover them and curtsied.

Once again, you were blown away by another Japanese beauty. The girl was wearing a lilac feather coat, a small pink checked corset top, a short pink skirt, pink semi-transparent high stockings, and pink high heels. Her shiny straight black hair, her creamy perfect thighs, and her sexy abs left you speechless.

"Minari!" Momo squealed with a scowl, "What did I tell you about not knocking before coming in here?" Despite being upset and dissatisfied with the girl's presence, she didn't get off of you.

"I'm so sorry, it won't happen again..." she stood up again, you and she exchanged glances for a few long seconds, and then she saw Momo. Her English was quite excellent, practically like a native. Momo noticed the little exchange of glances between the two of you.

"Now that I think about it... your presence is quite timely, Mina-chan," Momo said, focusing her gaze back on you with a mischievous little smile on her face.

"Ah... that's good to know," Mina nodded, but then she frowned in confusion, "Why?"

"Do you have a client to attend to right now?" Momo asked.

"Īe," she denied, "I just finished a dance for one, I have the rest of the night free."

"You see, darling..." Momo caressed your shoulders with both hands, "Minari is one of my best workers, she's exclusive, expensive, and no one even has the right to touch her no matter how much money they drop..." she leaned forward to give you another short kiss, "Mina-chan, do you like him?" she asked Mina.

"Uh, what do you mean?" Mina intertwined her hands on her belly, staring at you from top to bottom, as much as Momo's body on you allowed her.

"Don't play dumb, Minari, does he seem cute to you? attractive? hot?" Momo pushed, extracting information from Mina.

"Well... he's certainly attractive," Mina agreed, "but no part of his body is visible to me to tell if he's hot or not..." she put a finger to her mouth to nibble on, after throwing that hint at Momo.

"Oh, sure," Momo nodded with a giggle, "well, do I have your permission, pretty boy?" Momo saw you.

"For what?"

"Show her your big hard cock..." she reached between your bodies and squeezed your cock through the cloth, "which by the way is about to go through your pants and mine."

"Only if she agrees," you nodded towards Mina, who was watching everything intently.

"Mina-chan, do you want to see our guest's cock?" as she was asking Mina the question, she grabbed your sweater and pulled it over your head to remove it, leaving you naked from the waist up.

"I..." Mina's cheeks slightly flushed after seeing your naked torso, "yes, I'd love to."

Momo wasted no time in getting down to business. She got off your lap and knelt on the floor between your legs. She brought both of her hands to the hem of your cargo pants, and looking straight into your eyes, she pulled them along with your boxers to your ankles with a single yank. Your erect, throbbing cock was released, and Momo gasped in amazement.

"Woah... Sugoi," Momo murmured with her eyes locked on your cock, she grabbed it with one hand and held it upright for Mina to see, "Well? What do you think?"

"Fuck... that cock is magnificent," Mina gaped, then bit her lip, "Are we going to fuck him?"

"You just do what you always do and then we'll see what happens," Momo wasn't looking at Mina, but at your cock, which she gave a slow lick from base to tip. You gasped.

"Should I start now?" Mina asked.

"No, come with me, I need to change my clothes," Momo said.

"Change your clothes? Will you do the thing?" Mina raised both eyebrows in surprise.

"Oh yeah honey," Momo stood up, "come on, you wait for us here pretty boy," she winked at you, and walked towards a door behind her desk.

Mina walked down the two steps and slowly walked right in front of you, staring at you and your cock with a sensual look before following Momo. You stood there alone, still unable to believe where the hell you got yourself and how incredibly lucky you were.

About 10 minutes passed when Mina came out of it again, now she had a remote control in her hand, which she used to change the light settings in the room. Now these have been changed to a combination of crimson and fuchsia flashing lights. You could still see Mina perfectly, but the lights on her added a more intimate and sexy touch to the atmosphere.

She put the remote down on Momo's desk, and then went to a sound system she had installed on the wall next to the pole. After a few seconds fiddling with things, the music finally began to play quite loud in the room, completely overlapping the music outside. The song played on the stereo was Hotline Bling. And at that moment Momo also left the room where she was, and you gasped.

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Momo came out taking slow, sexy steps with her eyes on you to the beat of the music. For the first time you got a glimpse of her incredibly hot body, short black corset that made her boobs show off, tight shorts that molded perfectly to her wide hips and glossy boots. Her legs were perfect, and the little you saw of her abdomen had you salivating in your mouth.

You didn't know who the hell to set your sights on, because while you were watching Momo get on the pole and start with basic and slow movements, Mina was walking towards you with the look of a predator. She finally stopped in front of you, and you had no choice but to focus all your attention on her.

Mina pushed the table back, making enough space for herself to start dancing to the rhythm of the song. You locked eyes the whole time, and the first thing she did was take her feather coat off of her, she tossed it aside, and she started moving her hips in the sexiest way you've ever seen a woman do. She turned after a few seconds, and focused on moving her butt for you, with her hands on her head to hold up her hair so you could see her neck and shoulders. She then leaned all the way down, giving you a glimpse of her sexy white thong under her skirt and shaking her ass to turn around again.

Turning around, Mina took in your erect, throbbing cock, she licked her lips, and while she made sure to enjoy herself as she danced, she removed the little top that covered her chest to free the pair of her small round tits. She was now only naked from the waist up, and that was enough to make you want to fuck the brains out of her.

Mina grinned from ear to ear, watching your cock twitch and your mouth part. She took a step forward, and leaned forward so that your faces were level, you felt her breath against yours, and unexpectedly she placed a peck on your lips before straddling your lap. Meanwhile, Momo was at the top of the pole, watching you closely, circling it and exposing her body from every possible angle.

"Hey, eyes on me," Mina said, grabbing your chin and making you see only her.

"Fuck, whatever you say cutie," you gasped placing your hands on her waist, feeling your cock press against her pussy over the fabric of her panties.

"Feel very fucking lucky..." Mina began to move on your lap with sensual movements to the rhythm of the music, her modest tits right in front of your face, "The only people who can touch me are myself and Momo-chan."

"Have you guys fucked already, then?" you asked, raising an eyebrow, at that moment the song changed to Stargazing by Travis Scott. You could tell these songs were from Mina's personal playlist for her dances.

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"Occasionally," she admitted, dancing on your cock with her hands on either side of your face, she leaned forward, pressing her bare chest against yours to give you another, longer peck, "but she's always busy just like me."

"That's a shame," you leaned in to kiss her again, and she returned your advances caressing your shoulders and then the sides of your torso, letting small gasps against your lips, "you have a body to die for."

"Enjoy it while you can then, because I think you're the first man to touch me in years," she smiled, and plunged back into your lips in a kiss that you didn't part from for a few seconds.

Your hands went to her tits, squeezing each one and caressing her small nipples with your thumbs. Mina pressed harder against your cock, grinding her hips back and forth as she kept up with the music. You left her tits for a moment, letting them squash against your chest so you could now grab her ass and give each butt cheek a hard squeeze.

"Mother of God, you have an amazing ass..." you murmured against her lips, feeling the soft flesh against your fingers, "that skirt hides it pretty well."

"Want to see that ass bounce on your cock, honey?" she asked with a mischievous smile.

"I don't even know why you ask," you gave her one last kiss before she got off your lap and stood in front of you again.

Mina turned around again, this time to hike her skirt up to her waist and slowly lower her panties just inches from your face, exposing every inch of her ass, along with her butthole and her pretty wet pussy. When she threw the panties on the floor the famous change of beat of the song was present. Mina flexed her legs, put her hands on her knees and began to twerk just above your dick, not touching it at first.

"Spank me pretty boy," she said looking over her shoulder at you as she shook her ass hypnotically, now brushing your cock against her buttocks. You did so, giving her left buttock a strong spank to then take your cock, straighten it up and rub your tip between her folds. Mina stopped twerking, and biting her lip began to lower her ass slowly, impaling herself inch by inch on your hard cock.

"Oh what the f..." you pursed your lips and stifled a long moan, watching as your cock was engulfed in her warm, soft folds, and then her wonderful round ass resting against your pelvis.

"Oh my gosh…" Mina moaned as she felt how your cock caressed every corner of her pussy walls. The song changed at that moment, and the vibes changed completely, now it was Love Is a Bitch by Two Feet. Momo had been the architect of that change, you saw out of the corner of your eye how she returned to the pole, and having a more suitable music for her, she began to undress slowly and sensually to the rhythm of the music. You couldn't help but see her at all times despite the fact that Mina had started to move up and down on your shaft.

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Momo's body was the perfect definition of delicious in every possible way, she started taking off her corset, knowing without even looking at you that you were watching her. The black corset fell to the floor, and your cock throbbed inside Mina's pussy when Momo's two delicious melons were exposed, perfect size and pretty nipples. Her black shorts followed, and then her black lace panties. Momo's perfect and toned abdomen was exposed, as was her round ass, which had almost nothing to envy Mina's. She just kept her boots on, and with that, she got on the pole again to dance to the sensual music.

You focused your eyes back on what was happening on your lap. Mina was clinging to your knees with both hands, her pink skirt wrapped around her waist and her ass bouncing faster and faster against your cock, which completely disappeared between her buttocks with each of her movements.

"Twerk on that cock baby," you growled, biting your bottom lip, spanking her butt cheek then grabbing onto it with your hand. Mina immediately obeyed, and she began to shake her ass and move her hips now slowly, following the rhythm of the music for a few long seconds in which you almost ascended to the spiritual plane.

"Fuck, I didn't know how badly I needed a good cock inside me until now," Mina moaned, then went back to jumping on your cock and completely ignoring the music.

You gave Mina another spank, making her shriek and begin to continually crash into your pelvis. Your hands went to her waist, clinging tightly to it and tempted to pull at her gorgeous, shiny hair, but you didn't want to go too far with a girl who wasn't even planning on fucking you in the first place.

Mina's moans increased with the passing of the seconds, she had her nails dug into your thighs, and her buttocks jiggled like jelly thanks to the constant and aggressive crashes against your pelvis. She looked desperate for more pleasure, because of this, you leaned forward to grab her thighs and put her feet up on the sofa, each heel now on each side of your legs. Her hair (which had a delicious floral scent) fell over your face almost completely obstructing your vision, but you didn't mind that at all.

In this new position, Mina clung to the back of the sofa above your shoulders, and she began to jump on your cock again. This time you had access to her breasts, which you squeezed and massaged before pinching her nipples. Mina could only moan like crazy, frantically jumping on top of you and twisting her back.

She had been doing the hard work for a few minutes already, so you saw fit to take the helm now. You put your hands under Mina's thighs, gripping your fingers to them at the level where her pink stockings ended, made her stop, and you began to pump your hips quickly up and down, hammering Mina's dripping pussy.

Mina fell back, her back now against your chest and her head on your shoulder. She brought her right hand to the side of your face, rubbing her thumb over it and looking into your eyes between moans as you pumped your hips as fast as possible. You wrapped your arms around her slender body, hugging her and giving her all your warmth, then shared a torrid kiss with her.

"Oh shit baby don't you dare to fucking stop!" Mina squealed against your lips, her thighs trembling and her breathing extremely agitated, "I'm so so so sooooo close !!" Her lips met yours again, and you concentrated on pounding her pussy as hard as you could so that in a matter of seconds, Mina exploded with pleasure.

Her cries of pleasure were muffled against your lips, from which you did not want to separate for a second while she writhed on top of you and ground her hips against your cock, which was being squeezed by her throbbing pussy walls. You squeezed her breasts. hard, and she stuck out her tongue to swirl with yours between angelic moans.

"Can I cum inside?" you whispered against her lips as you pumped a little slower, and she bit your lower lip with a small smile.

"Fuck, you're bold aren't you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow with a somewhat tired look.

"Yes, I've been told that before," you gave her another kiss, and she clung to your face with both hands.

"Do it, but you better fill me right to the fucking bottom," she whispered, and you clung to her waist to resume your frantic pumping.

It didn't take you long to reach your orgasm too, it only took a few pounds against her extremely wet pussy for you to explode inside her between loud moans that you didn't bother to hide. Mina moaned with you, and rubbed your chin as you shot your load into her. You pumped slower, making sure that all your hot liquid filled her pussy very well, and after a few seconds, you slowly came out of her with a little 'pop'.

"Does that seem full enough to you, baby?" you asked with a small smile, while you felt some drops of your cum fall on your pubis.

"Actually yes, cutie," she reached a hand between her legs, and scooped up some of the cum that spilled from inside her pussy to bring it to her mouth as she looked into your eyes. She swallowed it all, and then she got off of you to sit off to the side, "Momo-chan, why don't you come help me clean up?"

Momo, who had stepped down from the pole and who had one hand between her legs with her gaze fixed on your cock, nodded immediately and approached you with slow steps of a hot model. She looked into your eyes, and you took the opportunity to get a close look at her statuesque naked body, especially her pretty and visibly wet pussy.

She didn't take her eyes off of you as she knelt on the ground in front of Mina, only as she dove right into her pussy, lapping up every drop of your cum and eating Mina's pussy in the process. Mina moaned, caressing Momo's hair as she wiped her clean.

"Damn, you sure are fucking delicious," Momo said, licking her lips and wiping her chin with the back of her hand, "but I need that cock in my pussy right now."

Momo stood up and straddled you quickly, bracing her thighs on either side of your hips and pressing her pussy against your lying cock, which soon began to return to its full hardness. From there Momo looked like an absolute goddess that you were willing to pray to every day of your life, her abdomen was perfect, creamy and toned, and her tits were without a doubt one of the most beautiful you have ever seen. That's how you let her know, taking your hands to her breasts to feel them, and they did feel like two soft cotton clouds, which barely fit in your hand.

"Her tits are amazing, aren't they?" Mina teased next to you, patting one of them gently to make it bounce, Momo giggled.

"I don't even know what to say… fuck," you gasped, putting your hands on her waist.

"You don't have to say anything, shut up and enjoy the best ride you'll ever have," Momo said, lifting her hips up and grabbing your cock to impale herself deep on it, "Fffffuck!" she moaned out loud, once your cock had disappeared inside her.

"I'm going to pass out thanks to you two, for God's sake," you moaned, closing your eyes for a moment and throwing your head back. Momo felt tighter, which was driving you completely crazy.

"Pass out once you cum inside me, pretty boy," Momo said leaning forward, pressing her big tits against your chest and grabbing your face to kiss you, as she began to move very slowly up and down, taking every inch your hard cock in and out of her tight pussy.

Your lips and Momo's became involved in a fierce battle that even involved your tongues, you muffled moans against each other, and you began to cover every inch of her body with your hands, feeling every muscle and every piece of skin from her back, to her shoulders, her legs and finally her ass, which moved sensually on top of you.

You squeezed both buttocks hard, and after a few seconds you separated from her lips to now attack the rest of her face with multiple wet kisses, going down her long neck, her shoulders and finally ending up on her wonderful tits, which you were incredibly happy to put them in your mouth, first the right one, taking as much as your mouth allowed and sucking it as if it were a delicacy, then sucking on her nipple and giving it quick licks that made Momo moan louder as she moved slightly faster on your cock.

Momo clung to your neck with both arms, one hand on your shoulder and the other on the nape of your neck, burying your face deeper against her tits, which you were eating like you hadn't even had breakfast that day. She seemed to love having her tits eaten like that, as she tangled her fingers in your hair and squeezed your cock even tighter with her pussy. Her hip movements increased in speed with each passing second, but she made sure not to lose even a bit of sensuality, in a perfect combination of rhythms that drove you both crazy.

You surrounded her body with your arms, and letting yourself be carried away by your carnal impulses, you began to pump your cock up and down, Momo stayed still, and let out a growl followed by a long moan while you pounded her pussy as fast as you could, which was already faster than she was moving. The sounds of your flesh crashing against hers overlapped with the music, which was now I Want Someone Badly by Jeff Buckley, and you muffled your moans against her soft mounds inside your mouth.

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Seeing how Momo's entire body bounced thanks to the pounds she was receiving from below was one of the most hypnotic experiences you'd ever had. You wished you could see how her buttocks jiggled, but you were content to see how Momo's heavy tits bounced.

"Fuck, you sure know how to move those hips honey," Mina said from one side of you, who just watched everything carefully.

"Holy shit yes! Of course he knows it!!" Momo yelled releasing everything she had been wanting to vocalize since a few minutes ago when you were destroying her pussy, "But I'll make him fucking cum myself."

Momo separated you from her tits and pushed you so that you supported your back flat on the back of the sofa, she also made you stop moving your hips, and planted both boots on each side of your hips to start crashing violently against your cock up and down, determined to nail you to the seat with such force that you were going to be split in two. You gasped for breath, squeezing her tits with both hands as she bounced back and forth.

"I won't last much longer..." you said under your breath, but Momo heard you thanks to a small moment of silence in the song.

"Then let's fucking cum together baby," she put her hands on your neck, smirking at you as she bit her bottom lip and bumped into your slightly sore pelvis.

It only took you a few crashes to reach your second orgasm of the night, you jokingly said you were going to pass out, but it wasn't so funny when this time you had such an explosion of pleasure that your vision blurred for a few seconds. Momo cummed seconds later, and she pushed down hard to rest her ass against your pelvis as you shot your entire thick load into her tight Japanese pussy. She moaned loudly, unconsciously cutting off your breath with her hands and moving very slowly now in sensual spasms.

"What the fuck whas that..." you said in a low voice, once Momo had let go of your neck and returned her knees to each side of your torso, letting herself fall forward and resting her head on your shoulder while you still inside her.

"I told you, the best ride you were going to have in your life," Momo murmured in your ear, and then she placed a little kiss on your neck. She slowly lifted her hips, pulling your cock out of her pussy so all the cum flowed free. Mina quickly got off the sofa, and she knelt between your legs to lick Momo's pussy, scooping up all your cum and swallowing it without hesitation. She also made sure that your cock was clean, not taking it to her mouth but licking every inch of it with great dedication, including your balls now emptied by two hot Japanese girls.

"You'll be back tomorrow, is that clear?" Mina said from behind you, then stood up and spanked Momo, "I'm sure there hasn't been a more delicious and incredible cock than yours, and we certainly won't waste it."

"I'll come back as long as the boss agrees," you said with a smile, resting the neck on the backrest and closing your eyes to relax.

"If it were up to me I would let you live in here and make you my sex toy," Momo said, hugging your torso with both arms, "so that's a yes," she laughed.

After about 10 minutes the three of you returned to normality, Momo and Mina were already fully dressed and like new just like you, and they accompanied you to the exit to say goodbye with a kiss on the cheek each. You drove back to your hotel with a big smile on your face, proud of yourself and your patience for having waited so long for that damn place that marked a before and after on that trip.

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When you arrived the next night Mina was already waiting for you just downstairs, tonight she was wearing a different outfit, as expected. This time she was wearing extremely short jean shorts with no safety pants underneath, a cropped white T-shirt, and thigh-high fuchsia heeled boots. Her hair was also different, this time she had four braids on each side of her head, adorned with small jewels that you assumed were diamonds.

"Hello there, pretty boy," she said, leaning against the wall, looking you up and down.

"Oh, what a nice surprise," you said with a smile, offering her your hand to take hers and place a little kiss on it.

"Let's go inside, Momo-chan is waiting for us," she pushed herself away from the wall and hugged your arm for you to walk with her into Momo's office.

In there everything was in the same arrangement as the night before, same lights, and same erotic atmosphere. Momo was waiting for you sitting on the sofa opposite the one you were on last night, cross-legged and wearing an outfit almost as hot as the one she wore yesterday during the pole. She was wearing a loose-fitting, open white chiffon blouse, tight shorts and a black leather top, and black velvet high-heeled boots that were slightly shorter than Mina's.

"Just in time, sweetie," Momo said looking at you with a small smile, "I was starting to get a little horny with the sexual flashbacks," as you and Mina got closer, you noticed the peculiarity that this time the coffee table was completely empty. except for one thing: a bottle of lube.

"I see you prepared for this occasion huh?" you asked amused, pointing to the lube with your chin.

"I just want to do a little experiment today, if that's okay with you," she stood up and walked slowly to stand in front of you, Mina behind you.

"I can imagine where the shots go..." Mina grabbed you by the waist, you turned over your shoulder, meeting her face to give her a small kiss on the lips and then place your hands on Momo's waist, bring her closer to you and press Momo's tits against your chest, "so yeah, I'm in."

Momo put her hands on your shoulders and leaned forward to meet your lips with hers. This time there was no foreplay of any kind, and the atmosphere heated up very quickly in a very short time, you and Momo shared a wild and indelicate kiss, while Mina behind you kissed your neck and put a hand inside your pants to grab your cock, squeeze it and then start massaging it.

Your hands ran through Momo's body, caressing her slender legs and then squeezing her ass to start undressing her completely, making sure to leave only her blouse and black boots on her. Mina did the same with you, taking off your hoodie and your pants until you were only in your boxers, you took off your shoes, and immediately afterwards, Momo herself took charge of lowering your boxers to your ankles, releasing your cock ready for the Japanese hotties .

"Only you are missing," Momo said to Mina, who was still fully dressed. You turned around, and you both began to undress Mina while each of you kissed one side of her neck. Momo took off her top and bra, and you took off her jean shorts and pink panties, leaving her completely naked except for her boots.

"Momo-chan..." she gasped, while Momo played with her pussy with her fingers and you kissed her tits, "I want to suck his cock."

"We want to," Momo corrected her with a smirk, grabbing your cock and giving it a couple of slow strokes. Mina also added her hand on your balls, massaging them very delicately, "go sit down pretty boy."

"At your command boss," you nodded, going to sit on the sofa where Momo was sitting before.

Both naked beauties walked side by side to stand in front of you, they stared at you for a few seconds, and then they faced each other to share a hot kiss that made your cock throb. They touched each other, Momo played continuously with Mina's ass, and Mina played with Momo's tits, all this while they knew that all your attention was on them.

After a few seconds in which they both separated in search of breath, they knelt between your legs, Mina on the left and Momo on the right. Mina started by giving you little kisses on your inner thigh, and Momo grabbed your cock with one hand to start spreading little kisses from your balls to your tip. After a few seconds, they switched roles, Momo kissing your thigh and balls while Mina kissed and licked your shaft and tip.

A chill ran down your spine when you felt the hot breath of both girls against your crotch, Mina and Momo smiled, and both now concentrated on sucking and licking your balls. You gasped, and leaned both arms on the back of the sofa while both mouths left your balls well salivated, while Momo's hand gave slow strokes to your cock.

"Do you want to go first, Minari?" asked Momo, giving a kiss to the tip of your cock.

Mina didn't even answer, she just took your cock with one hand and brought it right into her mouth, making you moan and frown. She began sucking on your tip slowly, swirling her tongue around it as she moved her hand up and down. Momo just limited herself to watching with desire as Mina looked into your eyes as her mouth went down your shaft more and more.

Mina's mouth reached a little more than half of your cock, she placed her hands on your thighs, and between subtle beautiful moans she began to move her head up and down, sucking your cock so well that it made you shudder and moan. Momo smiled at your reactions, and she began to kiss Mina on the shoulder while she was concentrating on giving you a slow and sensual blowjob but also with a lot of saliva.

"Fuck," Mina gasped taking a breath as she pulled you out of her mouth, little strings of saliva between your tip and hers lips, "Momo-chan, your turn,"

Momo took you directly into her mouth with a deepthroat that took both you and Mina by surprise. You growled, feeling the tip of your cock touch Momo's throat for a few long and torturous seconds as her saliva spilled out the corners of her mouth. When she pulled you out of her mouth for air, she didn't give herself even five seconds of rest before diving back into your cock, this time to give you a frantic, messy blowjob.

While Momo slurped like crazy on your cock, Mina straightened up a little to be able to reach you and join her lips with yours, you moaned against her lips, and she caressed your chest with her hand affectionately. After a few seconds, Mina knelt down next to Momo again and focused on sucking her balls, slowly rising until she met Momo's mouth going up and down.

In a sudden coordinated attack, Momo slowed the pumps of her head so Mina could join her tongue on the back of your shaft, running up and down over your drenched cock. Momo took you out of her mouth, and found Mina on your tip to share a torrid and sloppy kiss with your cock in between, using their tongues too to make you feel like you're in heaven.

"Holy fucking shit!" you growled, bringing a hand to your mouth as Momo and Mina feasted on your cock.

Mina took you into her mouth once more, and sucked on your cock for a few more long seconds until Momo finally stood up, grabbing the bottle of lube from the table behind her.

"Okay, enough," Momo ordered, breathing hard and her face red with pleasure, "you're going to fuck my ass, right now."

"And then mine," Mina said, "you better do a good job, I fucking love anal."

"Oh you do?" you asked, biting your lip and giving her a little spank to her bare ass, Mina smiled.

"Fuck yes I do daddy," she said in an extremely sexy voice that made you gasp.

"Come here right now, boy," said Momo, who was lying on her back on the opposite sofa, her head resting on one of the bracers and her legs wide open.

You stood up and went with her, who handed you the bottle of lubricant so that you could do what you wanted with it. Having the green light with her, you opened the bottle and the first thing you did was pour a little on each tit, to leave them very slippery and shiny. Momo smiled, and played with her own tits spreading the lube, while you now poured it over your cock and her butthole.

"Come on, put it in daddy," Mina murmured in a seductive tone, who had joined you on the couch. She was kneeling behind you, her face to the side of yours.

You took your cock in one hand and brought it to Momo's butthole, applying just a little pressure so that it began to be swallowed up by her incredibly tight walls. Your shaft slid all the way in in less than a minute, and both you and Momo moaned in pure ecstasy at the pleasurable sensation.

"That dick is stretching me out so fucking good! Fuck!" Momo squealed as your cock rested deep in her ass. You held onto both of her creamy thighs, pressing them back and beginning to slowly rock your hips back and forth, making sure every inch of your cock entered and exited inside her.

"Fuck..." Mina moaned in your ear, "that looks delicious daddy, pound that ass hard."

Momo's tits began to bounce faster and harder as you increased the speed, and with it increased even more Momo's loud and high-pitched moans, which were like music to your ears as you pounded her ass. with every inch of your cock.

"Holy fucking shit..." Momo gasped under her breath, being shaken like a rag doll by your cock, "Holy fucking shit that feels so fucking good!!" she shrieked, arching her back and then biting down hard on her lip.

"Choke her, she loves that," Mina muttered with a giggle, watching you turn Momo into a complete mess.

You complied with Mina, bringing your right hand to her attractive neck and applying considerable pressure with your fingers around it. Momo tightened her ass around your cock, and her mouth gaped as she had her breath cut off thanks to your hand. Mina was right, she absolutely loved it, her brow furrowed, and her cheeks turned red.

Her oily tits looked too hot while bouncing to not give them their proper attention, so you brought your free hand directly to one of them, squeezing and holding onto it as you pressed hard on her neck. A small bead of sweat trickled down your temple from the constant shaking. You gave the tit you were squeezing a hard slap that made Momo growl, who closed her eyes and pursed her lips.

"Oh she's so fucking close.." Mina said, giving you little kisses on your neck as you pumped against Momo's ass, "don't stop daddy…"

You gave Momo another slap on the other tit, which now had a small red mark thanks to your hand, and then you brought your other hand to her neck to lean on it and hit her ass as fast and hard as possible as you could. It was a matter of seconds for Momo to explode.

It took a lot of effort to keep her still on the sofa without knocking you both to the floor, her spasms were so strong that you had to forcefully hold her with your whole body. You let go of her neck, to now immerse yourself in it with little kisses and bites, Momo was finally able to scream as much as she wanted, sailing through her intense orgasm.

From that position, Momo wrapped both legs around your torso, enclosing you between her thighs so that you could continue pumping in and out of her ass.

"Fill my fucking ass with that hot load..." she murmured, biting down hard on her bottom lip and wrapping her arms around your neck to kiss you.

Not more than a minute passed after that order when you felt the tingle going down your abdomen, and after a few more thrusts you began to shoot all your seed into Hirai Momo's ass. She let out a long moan of satisfaction, feeling how you filled her with thick hot liquid. You slowed down considerably, giving her a few more thrusts before standing back up and slowly pulling out of her ass, letting your cum immediately spill onto the couch.

"Okay, my turn daddy," Mina gently bit your ear, and pulled you off the couch with her.

"Fuck, you're not patient at all, are you?" Momo asked, still out of breath. She brought two fingers to her own ass and scooped up a large amount of your cum to take straight to her oiled tits, adding to the glistening coating of fluids.

"Not after he fucked you this good," Mina replied, getting to her knees and hands on the cold floor, you picked up the bottle of lube and knelt behind her.

"How much do you like anal?" you asked Mina, seeing her round and perfect ass below you, to start pouring lube on her bottom and then on her butthole.

"Every day when I get home I fuck my ass with a 7 inch dildo," she said bluntly, "does that answer your question?" she asked back as you smeared the lube over her creamy buttocks.

"I hope I'm as good as that dildo then," you chuckled.

"We'll see about that," she looked over her shoulder at you, shaking her ass slightly, "now put that dick in there daddy," she asked, biting her lip.

"You calling someone daddy?" Momo asked from the sofa with a mocking smile, legs crossed as she looked at you, "this is historic."

You didn't give Mina time to respond, you positioned the tip of your cock in her butthole, and a single slow thrust was enough to easily slide right to the bottom of her ass. Your cock disappeared between her gorgeous ass, and you two moaned out loud. Her butthole felt differentially better than Momo's, but clearly you weren't going to express that out loud, you simply dedicated yourself to enjoying it in complete silence.

"Oh shit!" Mina whimpered, dropping her head and resting her cheek against the floor, "feels just like my dildo!"

"Are you sure about that?" you started moving slowly, making sure she felt the full thickness of your cock stretching her butthole and making an outrageously hot scene.

"It feels better that my fucking dildo, fuck!" She covered her mouth with one hand as she scrunched up her face in pleasure, and you gave her a hard spank to her right buttock to make her squeal.

"That was just what I wanted to hear," you bit your lip, grabbing onto Mina's waist with both hands and beginning to pound her ass slowly but hard, making her bubble butt jiggle and shake with the rest of her body.

"To think that Takashi was about to kill him," Momo giggled as the two of you were in your own bubble.

You gave Mina another spank, harder and spicier, and then you started moving exponentially faster and faster, soon your cock was hammering into her ass at a high enough intensity level to make her start screaming and biting her knuckles. Mina's ass crashed hypnotically against your pelvis, and you couldn't help but hold on to her buttocks with both hands as you began to hammer with all your might.

"Ffuuuck!!" Mina whimpered with her hands planted on the ground, desperately searching for something to hold on to, "just like that daddy, give it to me daddy!!"

Prisoner of your deepest carnal instincts, you dared to do what you wanted to do so much yesterday. You took Mina's braids with both hands, and giving a strong pull back, you made her slightly arch her back with a torn cry of pleasure. You wrapped a small part of her braids around your hands, and with that you continued to fuck her perfect ass with all your might.

The sound of your bodies colliding took over the entire acoustic space of the office, even echoing off the walls and making the experience even hotter than it already was. You didn't want to let go of her braids even remotely, that way her back looked fucking sexy as did her ass, and if all that wasn't enough, her fuchsia boots also added a perfect touch to the equation.

"Cum all over this cock baby, come on!" you growled, pumping at full speed in and out of her slippery ass, "Cum and you'll have this fucking load as deep in you as you want."

"Yes daddy!!" Mina squealed, and you undid one of her braids so she could turn around and you could see the reddened, twisted face of hers, "Please give me your whole fucking load! FUCK!!" She growled from deep within her, and then clenched her ass in anticipation of what would be her orgasm.

Mina reached her peak of ecstasy in a violent and intense way, she pushed her ass back, preventing you from moving for a moment while her body shook like crazy between strong spasms and squeals of pleasure. Seconds later, even through her orgasm, Mina started fucking herself against your cock.

"That's it baby, drain daddy's balls very well," you gasped pursing your lips, letting Mina's ass bounce over and over against your cock until you felt your orgasm close, that's when you took control again.

You clung to Mina's waist again, and a few frantic pumps were enough for one last strong thrust forward, you will begin to shoot thick strips of cum inside Mina's perfect ass, who smiled seductively, looking back at your cock buried between her buttocks.

"Oh god daddy… you're filling me up sooo fucking good," Mina moaned under her breath, taking control once more and rocking her ass against your cock as you let the last drops of cum inside her.

At that moment, several loud knocks were heard on the office door that made all three of you jump.

"Momo-sama! Koko ni anata no sonzai ga hitsuyo desu!" said a voice familiar to you from behind the door.

"Fuck, Takashi really is the man of opportune moments," Momo said sarcastically rolling her eyes, “Sugu ni ikimasu!”

"Aw... you have to go, sweetie," Mina wailed, and you pulled your cock out of her ass still with a racing heart and heavy breathing, "an important client is coming, surely I should go too."

"No problem," you assured, massaging her buttocks and squeezing them one last time as you watched your cum spill from her butthole to the floor with a grin.

"Come back tomorrow, okay?" she said, kneeling up so she could breathe properly, "we're not done with you yet."

"No?" you asked, standing up and looking for all your clothes.

"Absolutely not," she denied, scrambling to her feet, "we still have you to thank for being such a good boy to us these two days," she smiled.

"Very good, very good," you nodded with a smile, "do you need help?"

"Actually yes, but come with me to the bathroom, we'll clean the three of us together," she approached you and grabbed your hand, leading you and Momo to the bathroom.

You, Mina and Momo were in the bathroom for about 15 minutes, washing your bodies and removing all kinds of bodily fluids from them before going outside. The two of them didn't have time to say goodbye to you that day, but you went back to your hotel happy knowing that the next day would probably be the best of all.

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The next night there was no one waiting for you just downstairs, the only one who stood out among all the girls and customers was Takashi, who just waved you in the direction of Momo's office. You bowed respectfully by way of thanks, and he bowed back as you walked past him.

When you entered Momo's office, apparently the fun had already started without you. Momo and Mina were on one of the sofas, both completely naked and sharing a torrid kiss. Mina was on top of Momo, with a thigh between her legs rubbing against her pussy, and both sets of tits pressing against each other. You cleared your throat to get their attention.

"Am I interrupting something, ladies?" you asked with your hands in your pants pockets. They broke the kiss, and turned to see you with an excited smile.

"We were waiting for you, honey," Momo said, winking at you, her hands on Mina's waist.

"I got horny and couldn't help but eat her pussy," Mina admitted with a giggle and biting her lip, "sorry daddy."

You went down the two steps, and stood a meter from them.

"How about you come here and help me?" you asked, and they stood up to go with you.

They both stopped in front of you, and the one who took the lead to kiss you was Mina, who took you by the face and crashed her lips against yours in a kiss that little by little became more and more intense. Momo got down to business with Mina, removing absolutely every possible garment from your body until the three of you were completely naked.

Momo was the next to kiss you, and while you were in a wild exchange of saliva you started to touch both of them, your right hand on Momo's sweaty tits and your left hand squeezing Mina's ass, while both of them had their hands on your now completely hard cock.

You tried to take your hands to her pussies, but Momo stopped you.

"Uh-uh, this isn't about us, honey," she shook her head, moving her hand slowly over your cock, "you'll be the only one tonight."

"Are you serious?" you asked, and they just nodded, little smiles on their faces.

"Of course we are, now sit there, you'll like this," Momo stepped aside and pointed to the sofa, you went to sit down, attentive to the Japanese's next move.

Mina went to sit right next to you, and she began to give you little kisses on the neck while she caressed your chest with her hand. Momo took out another bottle of lubricant, exactly the same as last night but completely new. She stood in front of you, and while she looked you in the eyes, she began to pour large amounts of lubricant directly on her tits, you were mesmerized, watching as she then spread it until she left her like two shining pearls.

"Ready to get completely drained tonight, daddy?" Mina whispered in your ear, while Momo knelt between your legs and took your cock to put it between her breasts.

"Fuck, I'm more than ready," you gasped, watching as Momo pressed her tits together around your cock, you automatically felt like heaven, and closed your eyes with your mouth parted as Momo began to move her chest up and down, making a meat sandwich with your throbbing cock as the filling.

You locked gazes with Momo as her lubricated tits did wonders for your cock, which she made completely disappear between her mounds with each pump, only the tip being visible each time she moved up. She smiled, moving her chest a little faster, making you moan and cling your fingers to Mina's thigh, who kept kissing your neck and now your clavicle.

You took Mina from her face and made her look up to crash your lips against hers and drown your moans in the middle of a kiss that she was happy to reciprocate. Momo, meanwhile, was now moving frantically up and down, using her tits as the perfect sex toy.

"Do these big tits feel good around your cock, pretty boy?" she asked even knowing that she wasn't going to receive an answer since you were submerged in a torrid kiss with Mina, but that didn't matter to her, it only increased her desire to make you feel even better.

"Make sure you don't cum on her tits, daddy," Mina murmured against your lips, "she and I agreed that I would have your first load."

"Let him have fun with my tits for a few more seconds, Minari," Momo said, tightening her grip on her own tits so she could press them harder around your cock, "I'm sure he's enjoying it, isn't he?"

"Fuck of course I do," you moaned, throwing your head back with a ragged breath.

It took about a minute for Momo to release you, finishing with a big spit on your dick and taking it to her mouth to suck it for a few seconds and then stand up.

"It's your turn, Minari, finish it," Momo smiled, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and shaking her tits from side to side for you.

"With pleasure," Mina said, "lie down daddy, please."

You nodded and lay down on the sofa, resting your head on the armband while Mina was kneeling between your legs. She stood up for a moment, picking up the bottle of lube and pouring the thick liquid directly onto her thighs. You already knew what was coming.

When Mina's thighs were slippery and shiny she put the bottle of lube down on the coffee table and climbed on top of you. She pressed her chest against yours, and reached behind her with one of her hands to take your cock and put it right between her thighs.

Her creamy smooth thighs tightened around your cock, and you moaned loudly as Mina began to rock her hips up and down, fucking your precum-soaked cock with her thighs slowly at first. She looked into your eyes, your vision obstructed by her hair, which fell free over the sides of your faces; she smiled seeing your face twisted with pleasure, and cradled each side of it with her hands to give you an affectionate kiss.

You couldn't stop moaning in the middle of the kiss, prisoner of the immense pleasure you felt from having your cock fucked by a pair of perfect legs. She caressed your cheeks with her thumbs, and after a few seconds of leisurely rhythm, she began to move her hips faster and faster, which she knew how to do more than well.

"Oh my fucking god Mina," you gasped under your breath against her lips, but she kept kissing you, "it feels so fucking good, I'm so close."

"Good to know, pretty boy," she murmured now pecking your cheek and chin, "Cum all over my perfect thighs."

Mina concentrated on moving her hips as perfectly and precisely as she could, stimulating every part of your cock with her thighs until when you least expected it, you erupted incredibly hard. You shot your entire thick load between loud moans, which you were sure had not only landed on her thighs, but her buttocks as well. You squirmed under Mina, since she hadn't stopped moving for a single second while you came, which caused a slight overstimulation that you certainly didn't complain about.

"Mother of God," Momo said in surprise from somewhere to your left, "I've never seen so much cum come out of a cock."

"I agree," Mina agreed with a proud little smile on her face, "I feel all my thighs and ass warm."

"Let me help you, cutie," Momo said, and as Mina turned to face her, brushing her hair out of your face, you could see Momo kneeling down to one side of you to begin cleaning Mina's thighs and buttocks clean. She had swallowed every single drop of your load.

"Now it's Momo's turn, darling," Mina whispered in your ear, "destroy her mouth and that pretty makeup."

Mina got off of you, and went to sit on the opposite sofa to rest a bit, leaving you alone with Momo, who was looking at you from top to bottom biting her lip.

"Can you get up, pretty boy?" she asked teasingly, "you look like something out of Project X."

"As long as it's to fuck your mouth and leave you in a mess," you replied boldly, a small smirk on your face.

"Oh, you're looking forward to it aren't you?" She raised an eyebrow, "Come here and test me then, honey."

Momo left the sofa space and knelt on the floor, quite close to the place where you had fucked Mina's ass last night. You stood up, and went to stand right in front of her with your cock all drenched in fluid floating over her beautiful face.

"Don't spare her, daddy," said Mina to your left, leaning back on one of the sofas as she watched you, "that bitch doesn't deserve it."

Momo only saw you anxiously, licking her lips and waiting for you to bring your cock just a little closer to her mouth. So you did, taking your shaft with one hand and taking it inside her mouth so that she would clean it completely between sucks and licks. When your cock was completely hard and clean again, you stopped her.

"Stay still, hands behind your back," you ordered Momo, and she immediately obeyed her command, bringing her hands behind her back to then open her mouth wide and fully stick out her tongue. her for you

"My goodness, what a submissive," Mina teased, and you swiped the tip of your cock against Momo's tongue a few times, before placing a hand on the back of her neck and sliding your cock into her mouth.

You knew about Momo's ability to support a cock deep in her throat, so you didn't hesitate for a second to fill her entire mouth with your length in the first thrust. Momo's nose rested against your pubis, and you left it there for a few seconds in which you had your mouth ajar to let out a gasp. You placed your hands on either side of her head, and soon began to slowly move your hips back and forth.

You kept the pace slow and steady for just under thirty seconds, just letting Momo warm up for what was about to come. You continued to cling to the sides of her head, and with your feet firmly planted on the floor, you began to move your hips faster and faster, fucking her impassive throat between moans that increased in volume with the passing of the seconds.

It wasn't long before your cock started to get soaked with Momo's saliva, which was starting to spill out of her mouth and onto her perfect tits. Momo had no problem having her throat hit at that speed, but you were doing it so hard and fast that even she started making soft gagging sounds.

You took one hand from her head to flex a bit and give one of her tits a hard slap, intending to make Momo moan around your cock and send vibrations all the way down your shaft. Meanwhile, you used your other hand to grab a handful of Momo's raven hair and use it as a grip to move her head in conjunction with your hips to reach just a few inches deeper into her throat.

Your goal of leaving her a mess was beginning to be fulfilled, saliva was spilling everywhere and falling everywhere, and Momo's makeup began to run in the form of small black drops that ran down her cheeks along with her tears. You caught eyes with Mina, and she gave you a mischievous smile of approval.

"Give that bitch your load daddy, use her like a pathetic cum dump!" Mina encouraged you from the sofa, and you slapped Momo's tit again while you grabbed onto her hair with such force that you felt like you could rip her scalp off.

It didn't take more than a minute when the blood began to pump rapidly towards your cock. You didn't think about it at all before you did it, and you certainly didn't realize it, but instead of slapping her tit, you slapped her cheek hard (so hard that her skin was completely red). Luckily she loved that, so she moaned even louder around your cock, and that was enough for you to explode inside her mouth.

You pursed your lips and growled, pushing your cock deep down her throat to shoot the first drops of your load in there, then slowly moving your hips and starting to squirt all of your seed into her mouth. Momo's tears kept running down her cheeks, as she did her best job swallowing every drop of your cum, but still letting some spill out of her mouth and onto her tits.

You finally came out of her mouth, and Momo took a gigantic gulp of air, coughing over and over again with her gasping breath, her mouth and chin soaked in fluids and her makeup completely ruined.

"Fuck, you were serious about destroying me, right?" asked Momo looking up at you.

"Your little friend helped with it," you said, also gasping for breath as you looked at Mina,

"I'll take care of that little slut later," Momo said with a sigh.

"Aha, are you ready for our final little game or not?" Mina asked Momo.

"I am, but our boy needs to rest for a moment, don't be an anxious bitch," Momo said standing up and grabbing your face hard to give you a deep kiss. You took advantage of the moment to massage her tits, and give her a small spank on her buttock.

After that you three rested for about 10 minutes, just making out and playing with each other's bodies until you felt able to take one more round again.

"Okay, I'm ready girls," you said, sitting on the couch with each next to you, Momo on your left and Mina on your right.

"Well, I certainly don't think you are, honey," Momo said amused as she exchanged glances with Mina, who nodded and reached for the bottle of lube to sit facing Momo, feet on your thighs. Momo imitated her, and to your surprise, they started pouring lubricant on their pretty feet.

"Oh shit..." you whispered, watching both pairs of feet turn pearly shiny and slippery. Mina then poured lube over your cock, using her hand to spread it well over your length and over your balls as well.

"Ready?" Mina asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No," you admitted, relaxing with your back against the headrest, and they both laughed before taking their positions.

They both leaned back a bit, so that they could slightly extend their legs and start working with their feet on your cock, and you didn't know how badly you needed to experience something like that until you felt their toes move along your entire length. You let out a long, deep moan, raising both arms behind your back as Mina and Momo gave you an amazing double footjob.

"He's enjoying it…" Momo said proudly, using one of her feet to stimulate your balls as well, while the other moved up the side of your cock. Mina had taken the other side with one of her feet, and her other foot stimulated your tip.

"Fuck yeah..." Mina nodded, biting her lower lip, working her feet all over your cock as if she had done it a million times before.

You were overwhelmed by such an incredible sensation, the two coordinated to stimulate different corners of your cock with their toes, the main focus of attention being your tip, on which all the slippery fingers swirled and made you squirm in your seat.

You considered yourself a man with a strong and resistant psyche, but faced with such a sensation there was not a single man on the face of the earth who could be strong enough to be able to endure it for much longer.

You clenched your fists tightly, and began to breathe heavily with your mouth half open. Momo and Mina noticed your obvious arousal, and they used both their feet to give you a perfect and fast footjob that made you moan even louder. You couldn't take it much longer, it only took a few more movements of her feet around your cock for you to explode as hard as the first time.

Your cum flew everywhere at first, but then it started flowing like a strong waterfall to fall on both pairs of feet, completely staining each of their toes as they moved their feet now slowly, making sure to milk you the best they could. .

"Fuck yeah baby..." Momo gasped, "you came almost as much as when you painted Mina's ass."

"Did you enjoy it daddy?" Mina asked, "my princess feet did the best they could."

"I don't even know what to tell you... mother of god," you gasped, utterly exhausted and with your soul nearly ripped from your body.

"Your cock speaks for itself, you don't have to say anything," Momo and Mina set about cleaning your cock, each taking a side and taking turns bringing your cock into their mouths one last time until they cleaned you again.

"We're going to miss you around here daddy..." Mina said a bit sad, remembering that you were a foreigner and that you were only there on vacation. You will be back in the UK soon.

"I'll be back, Minari," you assured, using her pet name, "rest assured I'll be back..."

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Spotlight: Adam Stockhausen

Production Designer, The Wonderful Story Henry Sugar

Oscar winning production designer Adam Stockhausen (not pictured above, that’s Benedict Cumberbatch), whose work you may know from Wes Anderson films like The Grand Budapest Hotel, Asteroid City, The French Dispatch, Isle of Dogs, and Moonrise Kingdom, as well as titles like Bridge of Spies, and West Side Story (2021), took the time to answer some questions.

Which details from or aspects of The Wonderful Story Henry Sugar did you focus the most on while adapting it to the screen? How did you meld Roald Dahl and Wes’s worlds?

The details on this one started with Dahl’s writing hut! We matched the details pretty carefully and exactly. As soon as we step outside of the hut though we start to move through the world of the story and the world of the stage at the same time. Wes had the idea of how he wanted to do this from the very beginning. My main challenge was trying to figure out how to pull it off—making the parts move and getting each to have the right detail.

What’s a small change you made on a project that ended up having an unexpectedly significant impact?

Lots of times this happens—where what seems like a small thing at the time becomes a very significant turning point. I’m in Berlin now writing this and remembering being here scouting for East Berlin for Bridge of Spies. We were struggling to find a section of town that still felt old enough to show the early 60s, and decided to take a chance on a quick search in Poland. That quick search changed the whole production plan and ultimately gave us the look of our East Berlin.

How has technology changed the way you approach your work?

Technology has definitely changed the way we plan the work. We used to model everything in cardboard or sometimes just plan in two dimensions with pencil and paper. We can now plan in 3-dimensional space using modeling programs and see what real lenses will do. This allows for more accurate planning and makes scenery moves like the casino set in Henry Sugar possible.

Do you have any signature easter eggs you like to leave? Any small details that you are particularly fond of?

I wouldn’t say there are easter eggs in this one. But there are loads of special details! I think my favorite might be the levitation boxes where we painted a perspective view of the background onto a prop box. The actor sitting on the box appears to be floating in a very special and theatrical way.

Did you talk about reflecting the iconic Quentin Blake illustrations in production design? How would you go about doing that?

Not really. They are such incredible drawings and I’d say they’ve been inspiring me since I saw them as a child! But for this the starting point was really the machine Wes devised to move us through the story—and pairing that to specific references scene by scene.

There is such an intentionality to the aesthetics of a Wes world. Is there a set or frame that took you a long time to get perfectly right?

All of them! It’s a very labor-intensive process getting these frames right. Occasionally one will click right away, but usually it’s a process of refining and refining. The jungle for instance went from sketches to models to samples and back again several times before the final look settled.

If you had to present one frame that showcases the best of your work, what would it be?

Oh my. Maybe the jungle? I really enjoyed making the jungle!

With all the moving sets in the trailer for The Wonderful Story Henry Sugar, it feels reminiscent of a theatre production. Are there distinct differences in approach between film and theatre and how much do you blur the lines between them in your work?

I think the lines are blurred completely! Or maybe they aren’t even there. I love that Henry Sugar is so incredibly theatrical in its storytelling. It allows us to show the artifice of the sets all the time which somehow makes them even more satisfying when they finally do line up and create a complete picture. I think the casino set is a perfect example—the pauses where it all lines up for a second are even more enjoyable because we get to see it broken apart and sliding away.

Thanks, Adam!

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his boat - Carlos Sainz

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pairing: Carlos Sainz Jr x fem!reader

words: 1.8K

warning: smut (minors dni)

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Now you are lying here. In the blazing sun, in a skinny bikini, on the most beautiful boat you've ever seen, in a bay of a Balearic island. You could not have imagined a more beautiful summer. In general, five weeks ago, you didn't expect to experience such a summer at all. And that with him, Carlos Sainz Jr.

You met him in a nightclub in Budapest at the after parties of the Grand Prix. He was the one who saw you first and immediately took the initiative to approach you. A casual conversation turned into a playful flirtation, which ended in a hot make-out session. After just a few hours, he desired you so much that he had to see you again! He wanted you. He needed you.

For you, it was a harmless fling that might end in a one-night stand. No kiss in the morning, no hard feelings. You enjoyed the moment and let yourself go. And before you knew it, you were smitten by him! Never before did you get this kind of attention. He made you feel like the most beautiful woman on earth. The sweet nothings he whispered in your ear with his strong Spanish accent would haunt you for months. You were sure of it!

He took you back to his hotel room and quickly it was clear where it was going. But he didn't just take what he wanted. He gave so much back. He was very attentive, immediately noticed what your body reacted to pleasurably and applied it conscientiously in the following rounds. Rounds, several. This man had the highest sex drive you have ever experienced. It is still a mystery to you how you kept up with him. Probably the curiosity and the secrecy he brought with him.

There was no thought of sleep and as soon as the first rays of sunlight fell into the room, you squirmed out of his arms and packed up your belongings. Your cell phone lay on a nightstand cabinet right next to him. As you were about to reach for it, his hand held you back by your wrist. Earlier, he had been sound asleep, so you look at him, a little startled.

"Stay." he murmurs in a raspy morning voice, with tousled hair and a sleepy dreamy look on his face, "At least for breakfast."

And breakfast turned into dinner, another night once again filled with lustful and mind-blowing sex, leading to another breakfast including a day on the golf course. He invited you to the Grand Prix in Belgium. You declined, your plane was going back home the next day and your work was already waiting for you. You exchanged numbers and wrote animated messages since you parted ways at the airport. You weren’t looking for anything. Men like him only break your heart. So stick to: Only sex, no hard feelings. You kept telling it to yourself.

The messages became more intense. More intimate. Until he wrote how much he missed you and couldn’t wait to see you again. You would be lying if you said you didn't like it. He wanted to get to know you and remained persistent. After Spa was the summer break and he wants to spend it with you. Only with you. All alone. He persuaded you with the tongues of angels. He's damn good at it. And in the end, he succeeded. You requested a workation and before you knew it, you were already spending the third week with him on Mallorca.

He pampers you from head to toe. Takes you out to the best restaurants, goes shopping with you, shows you his favorite places on the island and night after night you have uninhibited and passionate sex. It feels like a dream. Almost too good to be true. You enjoy every second of it. Like now, when you're tanning in the Spanish sun on his boat as your peace is suddenly disturbed by cold drops of salt water. You wince and pull your new sunglasses off your nose, "Hey!" you exclaim indignantly. You blink up at him, and he stands triumphantly above you, blocking out the sun. His facial expressions were barely visible because of the shadows. More drops of water roll off his well-toned, tanned torso and continue to land on you. He runs a hand through his hair and tucks it back.

"I don't want you to get burned..." he warns you, presumably referring to the sun.

"I won't." you reply confidently, but you don't really know what you mean by that.

Carlos runs his fingers over his mouth. He can't deny it. He is crazy about you. You've flashed him and he needs you in his life. Slowly, he gets down on his knees and settles between your legs. Gladly, you open them invitingly and grant him the space he needs. He leans forward and props himself up on his forearms next to your head. Immediately, you sink into his warm brown eyes, which seem so dominant and caring at the same time. His nose lightly touches yours and as soon as you feel the contact, you close your eyes and lift your chin. With a grin on his lips, he kisses you. Gently, almost tentatively. Rarely has anyone kissed you so well. His kisses taste salty from the seawater. Your hands wander into his wet curls as your kiss intensifies. He moans into your mouth and breathes your name excitedly. You want more. You want him. Now. In the middle of the day, on this boat. You don't care if or who sees you. Fortunately, today Carlos has headed for a bay that no one but you have visited so far.

He will follow your request. Immediately. His lips wander and now they caress the sensitive skin of the crook of your neck. In response, you wrap your legs around his middle and draw in a sharp breath as his wet and cool swim trunks touch your inner thighs. You feel more than just that. Greedily, you bite your lower lip as you feel his already stiff cock against your clothed core and you know what to expect. Carlos, on the other hand, continues to kiss your neck undisturbed and now goes down on your body. Starting between your breasts. With his hands, he parted your bikini top and caressed your two nipples. Meanwhile, you could no longer suppress a moan and lift your chest lustfully towards him. A sign for Carlos not to stop. On the contrary, he must take it to the extreme. His mouth wanders further down from your breasts to your belly and now lingers at the cuff of your bikini thong. He looks up at you and sees how you continue to bite your lower lip and squirm with pleasure under his touch and kisses. Grinning, he lets one hand wander up to your breasts again and grabs one of them hard. You moan louder now and press your thighs together.

He takes advantage of the moment and inserts his other hand into your thong. First he only lightly strokes your Venus mound with his fingers, then he goes with two fingers through your already wet folds. Again, you moan loudly and your grip in his hair becomes more hearty. "Carlos, please..." you beg for a release. Quickly, he strips the piece of fabric from the thong that is annoying for him from your hips and replaces his fingers with his tongue. Greedily, he sucks your clit into his mouth. Again and again he looks up at you and this time your eyes meet. He is so eager to give you the pleasure of your life that you are unbridled by his passion, which drives like electricity through your body. He adds his fingers and continues to watch you. You were about to explode. He knows exactly which buttons to push on you to get you where he wants you to be. Whimpering and begging for more. He loves to see you like this.

"Need you inside me. Now." You sigh demanding and it sounds like music to his ears. You don't have to tell him twice. He straightens his upper body and quickly strips his swim shorts off. He moans in release as his cock is finally freed from the now too tight shorts. You prop yourself up on your forearms and can't take your eyes off his beautiful body. Everything about him is perfect, as if he were made for you. He positions himself in front of your core, slowly and gently enters you and places his hands on your hips. Your hands run over his upper arms. His skin feels warm and soft under your fingers. He starts to move and quickly finds his rhythm, which gives you this special feeling. His thrusts become faster and stronger. Just the way you like it. You grip his upper arms harder as the knot in your abdomen tightens. By now, you are moaning together. Some strands of his hair have fallen into Carlos' face. Over and over, your eyes meet. His eyes are almost black and have something animalistic about them that makes you go crazy. You want to feel him more intensely, so now you put your legs on his shoulders. Carlos understands immediately. He loves this position. He wraps his arms around your thighs to keep you close to him. His rhythm increases again and lets you see stars.

His gaze continues to be directed at you. Your pleasure satisfies him more than anything. As you let your eyes roll into the back of your head, he loses all restraint. He squeezes his arms so hard now that you swear he will leave bruises on your thighs. But you don't care. You would wear them with pride. His thrusts become messier. It won't take him much longer and neither will you. The knot is about to burst.

"Carlos, I... I..." you gasp out, but you're lost for words. "Cum with me, Bebé." he hisses through his teeth, dropping his head back into his neck now and a loud howl escapes his throat. He looked so damn sexy right now. That sight makes you climax immediately. Your legs tremble and exhausted, you let them slide off his shoulders. Carlos is also out of breath. With a satisfied smile, he leans forward again, laying on top of you and burying his face in the crook of your neck again. His weight on you just feels divine.

Your nails roam in gentle circular motions over his broad shoulder blades. You hear a satisfied sigh and enjoy this intimate moment with him. "I wish I could stay here forever..." you whisper in his ear. He turns his head to look at you. He smiles at you, the sun's rays falling into his eyes, making them look amber, almost golden. "Join me. Next week. To Zandvoort." His previously demanding look now changes to a begging one that you can't resist. You have to grin and say, "I'll think about it..." already knowing your answer is yes.

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If I lose my mind | Ch. 8

Series summary: When life has given you more than enough lemons and you cannot figure out how to make a lemonade, the only way to make it work is to get rid of the whole basket. But was it neccesary to send you to a whole different dimension for that? A juicer would have done the job, really. Or, one day you go to sleep as a normal person and the next you wake up as a Formula One driver. You've never been a fan but isn't it like, one of the most exclusive sports? Pairing: CL16, LH44, CS55, DR3 x fem!reader Chapter: Previous | Next Word Count: 5.4k Also on AO3

“Your things arrived a few days ago, the... uh, what’s it called in English? The portier?” Charles questions with furrowed brows, repeating the French word once again, much slower and carefully, so you can have a fair try at guessing its meaning

It takes you a second to give a meaning to what he is trying to say, “Is it like the one that manages the building, kind of?”, the exact word he refers to not coming to mind no matter how much you try. Your mental dictionary is running a bit low after everything went down today.

“Yeah, that’s it” he smiles at you over his shoulder, leading you out of the elevator and into a small corridor. The suitcase’s wheels clattering across the black tiles, following your path to one of the apartments’ doors, number 7 “What, you know French now?”

“No, no, I wish” you laugh, shaking your head at the possibility that you would ever understand any other word in that language “It just sounds similar to the word in Spanish, portero”

Charles opens the door before answering, a sight that leaves you open-mouthed being discovered before you. You do not know in what to focus first, if the sight of the tall buildings and the port drawn out in the floor to ceiling windows or the expensive looking furniture that decorates the rest of the room “Well, you’ve come to the best place to learn”

Because yes, you have in fact encountered the perfect opportunity to learn the language. After all you'll be living in Monaco for at least ten days before going back to the crazy life of a Formula One driver. That is enough time to grasp a bit of French or drive yourself crazy, we’ll see which one of the two comes first.

Your morning had started with a chain of events that leaned more towards the second option. You had woken up in the late morning, the warmth of the soft bedsheets and the darkness provided by the thick curtains almost fooling you into believing you had finally escaped this bizarre dream, that you were back home, and your alarm was pushing you out of bed for your practices. There would be an awful day ahead of you, but at least a real one.

But that hope was short lived.

Instead of your alarm, that ringing noise turns out to be coming from the hotel’s phone, a man on the other line animatedly informing you that this is your wakeup call and to have a great day when you pick it up. Apparently, Nick had been the one to request the service, sceptic that you would make it in time to the airport without him nagging you about it. The exact same reason why he had prepared for a car to be waiting outside for you at least an hour before, just in case.

Charles and Carlos are already waiting when you arrive to Budapest’s airport, inside a very expensive looking waiting room that hosts only the few people travelling alongside you. Yeah, it seems like flying private actually means flying private, with all the special commodities that brings. However, it also means that the first time you hear what country you are heading to is when you are strapped down to your seat and about to take off. Monaco seems alright, doesn’t it?

“He called me like, right before FP2, back in France, because a couple of suitcases had arrived for me.” Charles continues recounting the events of last Friday, inviting you in and taking the heavy bag that you insisted on carrying from you “I wasn’t expecting anything, so I almost turned them all away, all your luggage for the break! Seriously, you have to text me or something next time you send your things over...”

Mindlessly, you give in to his nagging and apologise for not warning him beforehand “Sorry, my mind’s been all over the place lately”, even if you have no idea what those things he is complaining about are or what that implication for a next time actually means. It is easier this way.

Charles seems to perfectly understand what you are saying, the confession about the hardships you have been facing holding a deeper meaning for him than you could ever fathom “I know, it’s okay”, but he does not even know half of what you are going through

After weeks upon weeks of waking up alone in a cold and unfamiliar hotel room —what little belongings you have pushed to a corner and some clothes thrown over a chair—, it is not surprising that the sight of Charles Leclerc sleepily going through the kitchen’s cabinets makes you feel all warm inside. The man is wearing a white baggy shirt and blue shorts, his hair a mess and lips pursed in concentration.

He turns around as soon as he hears you padding through the corridor, a grin slowly taking over his expression “Good morning! Did you sleep well? I didn’t wake you up, did I?”

“No no, it’s alright, I’ve been up for a while” you calm him down, walking up to the countertop and awkwardly leaning on it. Unlike him, you are already dressed up and pretty clear-headed, you never know what your mind is going to put you through in this new day. Your room is pretty far apart from the kitchen and his room too, there is no way you could have heard him with how huge huge his apartment is “And you? How did you sleep?”

“Great, it always feels nice being back home” Charles prepares the rest of the breakfast while you chat away, inviting you to sit on one of the highchairs at the other side of the countertop when you do so much as try to help him fix the dishes. He somehow knows exactly what to prepare for you, his plate and yours starkly different and yet he is not doubting a single one of his choices, as if he had done it a thousand times.

“So, what do you want to do today? I have to make a few calls but, after that, I’m all ready to go” the man explains, finally pouring himself a cup of coffee and coming to sit beside you. In response you can only give a shrug of your shoulders while you munch on the toast Charles so carefully prepared, you have no idea what is there to visit in Monaco. Thankfully, Charles has given the trip some though —well, he was bringing you to his literal hometown, how could he not?—, and in a second has your day all planned out.

The conferences take longer than expected, the driver coming to apologise over and over again when he has to shut himself off into his improvised office for another ‘final’ call. That is how the hours keep ticking by and you end up also having lunch at his apartment. “This is the last one, I promise” he swears after you both get up from the table, the leftover of two delicious dishes which appeared out of thin air, still in front of you.

You are not upset about it, not that much at least, you can understand this is his job and he needs to be on top of all these interviews and meetings —you only got a couple emails to respond and a call from Nick, but you guess this is what being in a team like Ferrari really is. Nonetheless, it does not mean it doesn’t annoy you a bit, you really had been looking forward to all the activities he had been talking to you about. Charles managed to distract you easily enough though, got you some Netflix, games and food so it all would pass in the blink of an eye.

“Oh, sixteen? That’s yours?!” you gasp, a bounce added to your step as you approach the red Formula One car placed at the entrance of the new room. The centre of your attention in a space filled with cars from every single year and brand you could ever imagine, the mirrors on the sides and covering the ceilings giving you all of the perspective of the machine.

“Of course it is, you didn’t know it was here?” Charles lets out a chuckle at your outburst, a grin now permanent on his lips as he follows you. The visit to the Prince of Monaco’s Car Collection had been worth it just for the look on your face, the fact that they kindly closed it for the two of you only adding an increased value to your reaction “They have the Alfa Romeo too”

Although you could discover what the Alfa Romeo thing meant if you moved your gaze a little bit to the left, you seemingly prefer to overlook that piece of information instead, completely entranced by the car in front of you “It looks so different...”

Possibly because everything around you is, indeed, different. After all, this is the first time you have had the opportunity to take step back and see the small details, away from the stress of the garage or the screams shaking the stands. That kind of atmosphere though, is irreplicable, the wave of emotions that fill your body as soon as you set foot into the circuit. Real or not, that is something you haven’t been able to get out of your head since this madness started.

You are unbelievable, seriously, after only two days of the break you are somehow already missing the track? Who could have told you that a month ago Wait, a month-?

“Does it? They have been making a lot of changes in the regulations lately, maybe...” Charles mumbles by your side, eyes ever so carefully looking over the car, and leaning over one of the signs on the ground, a half-smile pulling at his lips when he reads it “Oh, true, it’s the SF90! Oh my God, this one... Honestly, it wasn’t that bad of a year, I won a couple races too, but the car had so many problems. When it wasn’t the new tyres, it was the balance, then the understeering was awful at some point as well... It was just impossible to beat the Mercedes”

To finish off his explanation, Charles dismissively points with a tilt of his head to one of the Formula One cars sitting farther down the room, a Mercedes from who knows what year. Whatever, it illustrates his story just fine. Besides, this movement also allows for him to catch a peek of you from the corner of his eye, a big grin on your lips that you try to cover with a raised hand “Wait, are you laughing at me?”

“No! Of course not, I was just-” you splutter, looking up at him like a deer caught in headlights “It’s ‘cause you were, how do you say it? Like really into it? Contrated? I don’t know, I’m sorry!”

“No, no, I’m not telling you anything anymore! Go on, I’ll be quiet” Charles declares, not hearing you and acting so very much offended that you would be making fun of him. To better show his point, he starts stepping back and rises his arms to put some space between the two of you.

That is when you cannot hold you giggles anymore, the fact that he is trying to even avoid your eyes while you follow him “No, don’t say that, I promise I won’t laugh” you swear, taking a hold of his arm to stop him from walking away from you “C’mon, you’re the best tour guide!”

And maybe Charles takes that praise as a challenge, green eyes shining and cheeks full with a smile which he can’t supress no matter how hard he tries. Throughout the next few days, the Monegasque shows you the most beautiful spots of the city that saw him grow up —albeit on an intermittent basis, as he recounts the numerous trips he’s had to go on since he was a child—, a city that he adores and misses like no other. From the more touristic sites, the timetables of which he knows from A to Z and to which he has prepared private visits for each one of them, to the places that have a special place in his heart.

All of this without letting you pay a single dime, getting rejected each time you do so much as try to get your purse out, the little money you have gathered in your time in here resting inside without any prospects of ever getting spent.

It is a shame that when you are heading to one of the spots Charles has been looking forward to the most, you are caught red-handed. At first it is not as worrisome, a French fan approaches Charles for a photo and you politely step out of the way to let them take it, which catches the attention of a nearby couple that take this opportunity to ask you for a selfie —yeah, it still feels strange, even inside a dream. Maybe the husband talks a bit louder than needed about how surprised he is to see you here, or how happy he gets the moment Charles comes over to you, but after a couple of minutes you are being mobbed by half the people in Monaco. Flashes, screams and hands flying everywhere.

“It’s been a while since I last had to be rescued by the police...” Charles signs once he finally plops down on the sofa, changed into comfier clothes and the TV remote on his hand

You silently sort out the food on the small coffee table, still trying to wrap your head around what just happened, nerves tingling with the range of emotions this all brought up. It is not fear, that is something you seem to have somewhat become numb to, but something deeper. That is not something that had happened to you before, people are usually behind barriers on Grand Prixes, or they have someone better to pay attention to. This had felt truly overwhelming, suffocating even.

And yet, there it is, your lifeline. Again.

Charles’ hand comes to caress your hair after you spend a second too long in silence, hands tracing your strands as he brushes them away from your face, hand finally descending down to your neck and lightly massaging it. He had done something similar in the middle of that chaos, his hand on your arm, shoulder or back drawing tiny circles on your skin, a permanent hold that was supposed to prevent you from getting separated, but which had done so much more. “That smells great” the man whispers, leaning forward since you had chosen to knee in front of the couch.

The frown you didn’t feel forming relaxes as you look back at him, the thoughts previously swarming your head now vanished “Mm, yeah, it’s really tasty”

“What?! You’ve been stealing food while I was changing?” the Monegasque rightly accuses, disbelief painting his features

“You were taking so long!”

Charles seems to also know his way around the restaurants of Monaco, the stack of takeout you thought was way too much for two people ends up disappearing within minutes, the great amount of food you consumed leaving you to lazily lay on the couch, bellies full and watching TV after a night that had to be cut short.

The show you are watching is entertaining, you will give Charles that one, you have already gone through two and a half episodes and you can’t wait to see what happens next. It would have been even more amazing to not start it on season 3 though. It is true that Charles had started his offer to play it with a “Do you want to continue watching whatever-the-name-of-the-series-is?” and you had seen him scrolling all the way to the fourth episode of that same season without saying a word as well, but you had got accustomed to brush off things like this, like every other information from this reality that you don’t understand.

You nod and carry on with your ‘life’, that has been your modus operandi since the beginning, why change?

Thankfully, Charles gives you small explanations in the form of funny comments on every other scene, and although you don’t understand some of them, you laugh them off like anybody would do if he was looking at them the same way he does with you.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you question at some point of the night, eyes fixed on the screen as if that could hide any of the unrecognizable feelings boiling within you

A chuckle slips out of his lips before he can begin answering, not fazed even slightly by your claim “You’re still so obsessed with the theme song...” Charles also meets your gaze straight on the moment you finally gather the courage to do so, not shying away from the way your big eyes stare at him “It’s cute”

A confession that catches you off-guard and to which your response is to smile and carry on, snuggling under a blanket which has made you slip that much closer to Charles. Summer nights in Monaco are cold.

About halfway into your vacation, Charles presents you with a different type of plan for the day “I’m going out with my mother and Arthur in a couple of hours... do you maybe want to come?” the way his green eyes look up at you in expectation betray his previous show of confidence, his gaze lowering to the toasts he is preparing.

The invite makes you stop in your track, hand half-way in the air with a piece of fruit you had tried to steal from one of the dishes. Honestly, from all the challenges you had expected this universe to throw at you today, not once would you have imagined that having lunch with Charles Lecler’s mom would be one of them, that’s for sure.

“Oh, your mother knows I’m here?” it is the stupidest question you could make, you are aware of it, but this seems so out of the blue —yes, you have apparently reached the point where jumping into a Formula One car feels more ordinary than whatever this is. But it’s because, like, you aren’t this close, are you? Yes, you flew with him, you are spending the break in his apartment, he has prepared your breakfast every single day, but-

“That you are staying here? Yeah, of course she knows” Charles answers, matter of fact, as if it was no big deal “But it’s okay, I know you get nervous with things like these, I can tell her you have a meeting or something”

Perhaps if the man had not been so understanding and given you such an easy way out, you would have accepted the outing, what is the worst that could have happened? That his mom was a wonderful person who had spent hours baking a typical pastry to gift you? If you had not felt bad enough this morning when declining Charles’ offer, now you sure were feeling like the worst person to ever walk on earth. Safe to say you almost tear up when you read the note she left you on the box: Enjoy your stay, my dear. I hope we’ll see each other soon. More so when his sons reveals he had to help her write it in English.

You miss your family that much more now, if that was possible.

Unfortunately, you do not encounter any other opportunity to meet Charles’ mother, the days flowing past you faster than you could have imagined. Charles has surprised you with organized trips to other cities near Monaco, from both Italy and France, every new sight he shows you more breathtaking than the last. The fact that this man, a Formula One driver for Ferrari nothing less, is swimming in money, taking the sweet little activities you had thought about to a whole other level.

Nonetheless, spending a bit more also becomes a need when you are trying to keep a low profile, neither of you want a repeat of what happened in Montecarlo —for more reasons than because it is dangerous. Which means that booking private terraces to watch the view is sometimes required, other times you get a tour through a closed section of the museum solely because they recognized him, or you, which is still something you are struggling to come to terms with, but you can’t complain.

Tonight, to properly finish off your stay in the country, Charles has invited you out to a fancy restaurant. It is built in the outskirts of Monaco, a place where the waves of the ocean are louder than the noises of the city. You get seated in open space that overlooks the sea, the quiet and elegant atmosphere of the place captivating you. You are thankful to whoever had prepared those suitcases which arrived at the apartment before you even knew you were visiting, because the black satin dress that was waiting for you inside one of them, is the perfect fit for the occasion.

The hunt for the perfect outfit had also brought a discovery that you couldn’t quite believe yet. Inside a white jewellery box that you had been carrying since the beginning and that you had not cared to open until today, you had found one of the most important pieces you ever owned, one you had been missing dearly: your grandmother’s favourite necklace. It had been a gift given to you many years ago, your grandmother’s promises of how it would make your wishes come true and protect you still echoing in your ears. Upon its discovery, you heart had skipped several beats, your hand snatching it from the box faster than you could think about it to bring it close to your chest, a place where it now proudly rested and that it would not ever leave again.

The only piece of a reality which appears evermore distant and unreachable each passing day.

The dinner is spent chatting away and tasting delicious dishes that you cannot pronounce the name of, your knight in shining armour —in this case, a navy-blue suit that fits him like a glove— saving you time and time again from embarrassing yourself trying. That gesture in itself being a blessing in disguise. It is fascinating watching Charles talk in French, sounding ever so charming speaking words you do not understand, his voice and demeanour changing when talking in his mother tongue. You have not learned a word in French, but if the hours you have spent staring at Charles talking counted, you would have the highest level.

That is some of the nonsense you keep thinking about in the way back to the apartment, your body comfortably relaxing back into the passenger seat of his Ferrari while the city lights keep flowing by your sides. The Monegasque takes his hand off the gearstick after reaching a red light, resting it atop your knee and gently squeezing it when you don’t peel your eyes off the window.

“Sleepy?” he queries in a soft voice, amused.

You shake your head in response, the “No” slipping from your lips too low to even hear it yourself. Your hand reflexively comes down to wrap around his in reassurance, an act which only manages to further confirm his suspicions.

Charles walks to your side to help you out of the car, the excuse of being sleepy —although the expensive wine and your high heels are playing a big role in your clumsy walk— useful enough for you to hold onto his arm in the way up to his apartment. The silence is nice too, calming despite the fact that it is hiding so many thoughts behind.

“So, did you have fun?” Charles is the first one to speak once you reach the parting point, even if it is only the middle of his living room and there is still time tomorrow before he takes you to the airport, it feels more important than that

“Yeah, I did, a lot. Thank you, Charles, for everything” you respond, the words coming straight from your heart, you are grateful for not only the material part of this vacation, but for how comfortable he has made you feel in this unknown reality. The man has truly made of your trip to Monaco an unforgettable experience, a memory that you will forever cherish. You hope he understand that.

Although he tries to downplay it, say how much of a good time he has had thanks to you and all of that, you are quick to shush him, repeating your thanks and not accepting any of the justifications he’s give. And he somehow lets you get away with it, that easily, a fond smile pulling at his lips while he looks down at you “Okay, okay... I’m just happy you are here, honestly”

Charles word’s startle you, your heart speeding to a hundred miles per hour in just a second. The man ignites this inexplicable feeling inside of you, one so familiar and foreign at the same time, slowly building inside of you, a warmth that threatens to overcome you at any second if you let it. This silence and closeness not helping you in the slightest.

Paired with these thoughts come other less comforting ones, a more logical part that warns you that you have been letting this go on for too long. You let your hold on Charles’s arm fall, instinctively taking a step back. This is too much, the wine must have been playing with your head, you have let this go on for over time and-

However, Charles doesn’t seem to agree with any of the thoughts boiling in your head, his hand following the movements of yours and catching it halfway, his fingers intertwining with yours. Not ready to let you go just yet. He can see the gears turning at full force inside your mind as well, hopes the gesture will stop you from overthinking it all and focus solely on this.

For you though, that train of thought isn’t as easy to reach, even less so when his touch has set your nerves alight. “Oh, yeah, me too! Well-, I mean, I’m happy to be here. The first day I thought I wouldn’t even see you in all ten days, but it’s been great ever since, I promise!” the tension of the moment is too much to handle, and it forces the first stupidity that comes to your mind out to break it

Charles tilts his head to the side, taking some extra time to process what you said “What?”

Sadly, instead of simply waiting for him to interpret your babbling, your big mouth keeps on talking “You were working, I completely understand! I mean, you’re in Ferrari, of course... I just got nervous at first, that’s all”

“Oh” the Monegasque simply says, his face void of any emotion as he watches you freaking out thinking you’ve upset him. You and your stupid brain that keeps making up excuses for a joke you had told to ease the tension, you should start thinking twice about it. The wine has also loosed up your tongue.

At some point Charles decides it is time to have some mercy on you and stop your monologue, a big grin making his eyes crinkle before he is using his hold on your hand to bring you in for a big hug — what a nice way to ask you to shut up.

“Seriously, this is driving me crazy...” he confesses with a giggle, tightening his arms around your body as you deflate in his hold, letting go of all the nerves that had so suddenly preyed on you “You know what happened? I prepared everything, arranged some visits and talked to some people, everything! And I thought: I’ll push all the meetings I have to Monday and Tuesday, so they won’t bother us at all, she’ll probably sleep until, like 2 p. m.” Charles narrates the plan he had so carefully drawn up for your visit, making a pause to lean back and see your reaction to all that happened behind the scenes before you came to the country “Well, turns out that someone, even after driving for 70 whole laps in Hungary and having not slept at all during the flight, just decided to wake up at 8 in the morning! Who does that?”

The belly laugh that escapes you is loud, cheeks hurting from the big smile that has managed to take over your face throughout Charles’ story, his expressions and gestures depicting how much it had surprised him to see you walking down the hall that morning. All dressed up and ready for the day, if you may add.

“Why do you think I took you to the Prince’s Car Collection that day? I thought, since she’s been pestering me for months about it, maybe that’ll make her forget she’s been locked away all morning”

“Aw, that’s so nice!” you compliment him, elongating the syllables and swaying him from side to side to further support your words, your hands still resting on his chest and his having claimed their place at your sides. You do not remember ever talking about the collection, but that is something that does not matter right now "You've been a great tour guide"

“I really am nice” Charles affirms with a smirk, like he cannot believe you didn't find that out earlier, and you can only nod at him in agreement. He has been nothing but amazing in the time you have known each other, you’ll give him that. "I don't know about the tour guide part though, you've been only laughing at me..."

You playfully hit his chest, smiles turning to giggles that give way to a comfortable silence, a moment to relax. Happiness is spilling out of every single pore of your skin as you look at each other with a silly grin on your lips, eyes analysing every feature of the other’s face and committing it to memory as if they were about to vanish in time. A strong hold on each other just in case.

You can see Charles debating wether to break the silence or not, a soft frown set in between his eyebrows while his eyes search for a sign in yours. His lips are pursed, the words that had been stuck in his mind for a while now about to finally be pronounced. However, a strange music beats him to it.

It promptly steals your attention from him, moment broken. Your head turns to the sound, recognizing where it seems to be coming from... your bedroom?

As if hypnotised, you step away from Charles, the Monegasque letting you go from his hold without putting up much of a fight —although he desperately wants to. Something inside of you pulling you towards the sound. The steps you take to the room seem endless, the heels clicking on the hardwood following your path and the noise getting louder, but when you open the door it all happens so fast. You somehow know exactly where it is coming from, hands digging with urgency inside the backpack you had taken to airport 10 days ago. Having come to kneel on the ground, you pull out a cloth bag and lay it out beside you, the realization that it is the same one Nick left for you in Hungary’s hotel and you had not even opened, being too vague for you to fully grasp it.

The music is louder now, your ears ringing with the stupid rhythm when you finally decide to empty all of its contents out on the floor for easier access. You find a lip balm, earphones, some papers and buried under all of it: a phone.

Another one. A phone you had never seen, the one Nick gave you at the start of this madness still secure in your bag. Where did it come from? Nick had said the bag contained the stuff you left behind at the track, but you sure as hell did not leave this.

You watch your hand stretching towards the device in slow motion, your mind pushing you forward but getting no response in return. The screen is upside down, the case vibrating against the floor and joining the cacophony of sounds that has been bouncing off your ears, a feeling of being underwater so awfully recognizable that you get dizzy just thinking about the last time you endured its consequences. The necklace burning in your chest.

What is this phone? Who is calling?

Your fingers tingle at the touch, the device turning in your hold ever so slowly to reveal the caller screen. At the top, written in big bold letters reads the contact's name you have been longing to see for so long:

DAD

A due reminder that none of this is real.

Author's note: Omg, this is so long, I got carried the fuck away with this one. As you have probably noticed it is not even proofread, if I keep it in my drafts any longer I'll keep adding to it. It ended up being as a kind of Charles' one shot thing so I hope you all enjoyed it. As always, any kind of interaction is greatly appreciated, thank you all so much for reading!

Also happy New Year to everyone!! This was supposed to be my Christmas present to all of you but it just kept going out of control.

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Chapter Three

Summary: CAUGHT! You were caught as soon as you exited Max's drivers room after giving him a pre-race blowjob. But, although it turned out to be a HUGE mistake coming all the way to Budapest for a race, the trip isn't all wasted when he gets out of the post race dinner and comes straight to you to celebrate. Pairing : Max Verstappen x Reader Rating :18+. Word Count: 5, 670 Trigger Warnings : IT'S BASICALLY ALL ANGST AND SMUT! NSFW, 18+, adult content, adult language, Christian Horner, PinV sex, protected sex, oral female receiving, angst, sad family dynamic vibes, caught (Idk if thats a trigger but it might be). Gif Credit : @libraryofloveletters 💞READ PART 1 HERE // READ PART TWO HERE

The moment you left Max’s drivers room, in desperate search for an iced coffee, you heard a familiar voice call your name from behind and you felt your body tensing. “Y/N!” She said with a shout. “What are you doing here?” Geraldine was rushing towards you as fast as her little legs in a pair of ridiculous wedges could carry her. It had to be her that brought you crashing back down to reality. You had been on such a high after blowing Max in his drivers room that you momentarily forgot that your father didn’t know you were here and all caution about strolling through his workplace had evidently completely abandoned you. When you heard your stepmothers voice it had really snapped you straight back to reality and all confidence could have been zapped right out of your soul. Still, the excitement for the fact you were positive Max would be turning up at your hotel room later after he won the race – something else you were fairly certain of – lingered under the surface and you pushed this new found stress over getting caught out of your mind.

Geri linked her arm in yours and smirked before informing you that your father would be happy to see you – you seriously doubted it - and then the awkward question about how you had a VIP lanyard around your neck arose. You could lie and make something up on the spot but then you figured she would see right through that. So you told her a version of the truth. “Uh, Max invited me.” Geri immediately stopped walking and her hand grasped hold of your wrist. You knew from the expression plastered all over her face that your confession excited her and her mind was no doubt running away with her so you swiftly put an end to that. “I told Max that my dad doesn’t like me around the races and so he invited me. Nothing else to it.” You shrugged and played the whole thing down. Geri knew your father’s stance of you being in the paddock and so you said your father didn’t want you around so freely. Besides, you weren’t going to tell her that you had just had Max’s cock shoved down your throat. She eyed you suspiciously but relinked her arm in yours and lead you back toward the area of which you had just came. As Geri pulled you down the corridor and into the garage you heard your father before you saw him.

“Look who’s here…” Geri stated and thrust you in front of her. Your father’s face remained stony and an uneasy feeling descended between the pair of you as you stood and stared at each other. You observed him as he put his hands on his hips and seemed to grit his teeth. He wasn’t happy. That much was very, very clear. In fact it was so obvious that the sentiment behind him all but banning you from the paddock a few years ago still very much stood and he hadn’t changed his mind. It should have upset you – how much he didn’t trust you – if you hadn’t already had his golden boy driver behind his back so you had had your metaphorical revenge. You tried not to smirk as the memory of fucking Max in your fathers Aston Martin a few weeks ago breezed through your mind but you held it together and closed the space between your father and you.

“Hi.” You stated with fake cheeriness. “How…” He laughed off the sudden concern in his voice “You’re here?” concern was replaced by feigned surprise. “Yeah, uh after the summer shindig, Max invited me.” As he had faked his shock, you faked your breezy confidence. You saw your father’s eyes narrow at you and as if you had turned into a mind reader you thought perhaps he was going to scold you publicly for accepting the invitation extended by his driver. However, he put that fake sounding voice he did when he was trying not to lose his shit in front of the media, the one usually reserved for Toto Wolff. “That was nice of him.” It was exactly how you were expecting it to sound but perhaps laced with more bluntness than you were expecting. Regardless, it was still a tone you were very used to him talking to you in so you done you’re usual and simply bit your tongue. “I will have to thank him.” You could practically hear his teeth grinding.

“I told him you wouldn’t be happy.” You didn’t say it so he would hear you. You said it under your breath and he just happened to hear you. And it was clear from the sideways glance that he did. There was a sudden twinge in your stomach. Perhaps it was the awkwardness of the situation but then perhaps it was just because you had never felt so unwelcome like you did right now, ever before. Geri had made the mistake of underestimating how much your father really, really didn’t want you involved in this aspect of his life – if not all aspects but that was what happened when you were the child of the failed first marriage and therefore could only milk the situation for the connections your surname could bring you.

After a lengthy pause, you bit the inside of your cheek and swallowed nervously. He didn’t seem interested in introducing you to anyone or telling you where to watch the race from so you did the only thing you knew would make this less awkward.

“Anyway, I uh…I’m not staying. I have a headache so I’m just going to head back to my hotel. Have a good race.” You stated, trying to muster as much enthusiasm as you could before turning. You really had just got here and you knew how lucky you were to have the pass swinging around your neck. But the fact you were so unwelcome really did hit you through the core. It was awkward and uncomfortable and all you wanted to do was get out of there as fast as you could. You wanted to see Max win, you wanted to cheer him on and then celebrate with him privately later, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to stay. You could always catch another race another year; he probably wouldn’t even care if you had seen this one. It wasn’t as if you were his girlfriend, you were just a fuck buddy. You saw the look on Geri’s face as you walked passed her. It was sympathetic and as if she didn’t know what the outcome of this would have been all along. Even if you couldn’t exactly blame her for thinking he perhaps might have changed now you were here, at a race. You knew exactly how stubborn your father could be. Fuck, when you got into Oxford he wanted to send you Edinburgh instead because it would cost less and it took Geri suggestion she pay your tuition fees for him to stop being a dick. The thing was, you could understand it if you had done something, said something or acted out in anyway to warrant such distrust in him but up until that summer BBQ there was nothing in your past that explained his attitude toward you. As you walked out while others were rushing in you glanced to your right at the wrong time and your eyes locked on familiar ones. They were determined ones. Ready and prepared to stroll into the garage as if he owned it, get in the car and drive it like his life depended on it. In many ways a stark contrast to how you had been treated and you had thought may times how it was ironic that you were fucking the man you knew your father wished was his own son. It was a few seconds before you turned away and continued walking away down the paddock. Max had to have seen the look written all over your face and while cascades of people were all buzzing to get up to hospitality and watch from their perfectly selected view above the pits, you were heading out of the area completely.

You never actually watched races. You heard about them and saw the updates on your phone but you never sat down and watched them. It wasn’t that you had no interest – you actually did rather like motor racing in general – but it was easier that way to distance yourself from feeling left out. But today, you turned the hotel room television on to a sports channel. Initially you thought you’d just have it on in the background as you did something else but slowly you began watching it and even willing Max to do well. With six laps till the finish, Max was sitting on Charles Leclerc’s tail. He tried several times to get him but the Ferrari driver seemed to continually have him covered. You glanced down at your phone and thought of what you would text him if he didn’t win. If you wanted him to still come and have a consoled fuck or if you kept up with the lie of having a headache and patched him off. But you ignored the thought because you had faith in him. Your hands clasped together in front of your face as you mumbled positive words of affirmation that he could do it while your heart thundered in your chest. And then, with two laps remaining, Max passed Charles on the long straight and you practically yelped and leaped off of the edge of the bed. Charles fought back, pushing hard on each gap he thought was open to him but as they came flying round the last corner on the very last lap of the race, Max pulled ahead and crossed the line first. He had won and you were glad you didn’t need to text him after all – even if you were the one going to be in a worse mood and would need cheering up.

Hours passed with only a text from Max telling you he would be on his way soon. You had made sure you looked pretty for him, redoing little bits of hair that had lost their curl and fixing a bit of make-up here and there. You had never done that for a guy before. Thought about what they would think when they saw you and felt like it was beyond ridiculous that you should be doing it now but for some reason you wanted too. You wanted to look nice for him, for Max. You had chosen red lingerie and put it on first but then as you looked at yourself you thought it was a terrible choice. He had spent so long behind a red car this afternoon he wouldn’t want to see red when he undressed you. So you selected your black set instead. It made your boobs look better anyway so you figured he would like it. And once it was on, you pulled on a hotel robe. You entertained the idea of getting dressed but what was the point? He was only going to take it all off anyway. Then, you sat on the edge of the bed and waited.

It was nearly two hours from when he had sent the message. He hadn’t done press yet and that took a while from what you heard. Then there was always some briefing thing after that that you knew only because you father complained a lot about it if the race hadn’t gone well. So although you felt anxious he wasn’t going to turn up at all and you had come all the way to Budapest for absolutely nothing, you opened the bottle of champagne and started drinking it – just in case.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, there was a heavy knock upon the door and it was as if all the days’ issues had completely melted away. You knew it was him from just his knock. It was so distinctively Max like that you just knew and all of the feelings of being rejected, hurt and embarrassed earlier were replaced by excitement, thrill and lust. You hurried to the door simply because didn’t want anyone to see him there waiting let alone have him think that you were getting cold feet. A quick glance through the peephole confirmed it was him. He stood with his head tilted down slightly but you knew it was him so with a slightly shaky had you pushed down the handle of the door and pulled it open immediately. The same rush of excitement that coursed through your body was evidently coursing through his and displayed for you see as a smirk dancing upon his lips. It was then, as you observed his eyes trail down over your body, that you realised you hadn’t tied the belt on the robe and were giving him an eyeful of the lingerie you had chosen just for him. Without knowing where the sudden confidence and boldness came from, you simply stated; “You don’t have to window shop.” And Max crossed the threshold from the hotel corridor into your room easily upon hearing your words.

“Champagne?” He said as you unzipped his Red Bull team jacket and started slowly peeling it off his body. “I thought you could spray it over me.” A slight breezy chuckle left you and he matched it by laughing loudly. As his jacket fell with a thud on to the plush carpeted flooring he mimicked your actions and pushed off the fluffy hotel robe. As he did so, you realised you weren’t sure if it was the sudden temperature change from being disrobed or if your body was reacting to being this naked in front of him because sudden Goosebumps appeared across your skin. Back when you realised he was casting his eyes up and you’re your body at the door, it dawned on you this was the first time he was seeing you so undressed. The time in the car, sure he had lifted your dress and watched your pussy take his cock, but you were still pretty clothed. And earlier when you blew him you kept all your clothes in situ so he hadn’t even had a peek then. But now, as he took in the lingerie he clearly knew you had chosen for him, a rush of nerves hit you. What if he didn’t like what he saw? What if he liked bigger boobs or a smaller butt? What if he didn’t like your waist or thought your thighs were too big or too small? You swallowed and thought he wouldn’t have come here if he didn’t find you attractive, chalking your anxieties back to how you felt earlier in the day and ordering yourself not to impose them upon Max. And then, as if he could read your mind, Max cupped your cheek and just before he kissed you whispered; “You’re beautiful” against your lips.

Floating. That was how you could describe Max Verstappen’s kiss. You felt like you were floating. Softly, gently, as if every little corner of your body was being elevated into some strange place you had never been before. No one had ever kissed you like he did. His pillow-y, pouty mouth could take you somewhere otherworldly and when his tongue danced across yours you felt your stomach do an excited flip. A surge of electricity run up your spine when his hands engulfed your waist and you felt his fingertips dip and toy with the lace sides of your though. A short exhaled breath pouring into him as you pressed against his body and felt his heat radiating from him. That simmer of electric feeling switched directions and instead of going up your spine, it now travelled south and directly between your thighs. It was your body’s way of telling you hot badly you needed him there, between your legs.

“Max…” You moaned his name and he turned the pair of you around so the bed was directly behind you. It was hard to ignore the fact he had managed to guide you over to it, the back of your legs hitting it first. But you remembered that he had won earlier and it should have been him getting a celebratory repeat of the blowjob you had given him before the race. Then you realised as he slowly sat you down and got on to his knees, getting his own pleasure was the furthest thing from his mind.

If you could describe Max as a good kisser, you didn’t think there were words in the English language – or any other for that fact – that could describe how phenomenal he was at head. Max had pulled down your panties so tantalisingly slowly that you thought you might actually have a coronary your heart was pounding that fast. And the tender kisses he placed all along your thighs, hips and stomach made the panic of self doubt you felt moments earlier disappear. But that first contact of his mouth – specifically of his tongue – upon your already slick folds made a loud gasp leave your parted lips followed quickly by his name. You couldn’t think of anything other than him as his tongue pressed flat strong strips through your folds, lapping at your juices, before teasing your sensitive clit with the very tip of his tongue. Your bottom lip became a barrier for your teeth as you sunk them into it, holding back a jumble of sighs moans and gasps for him, as an encouragement to keep going. Every now and then an unsteady cry of; “fuck!”, “oh my god” & “right there” managed to spill out. You swore you could feel him smirking against you as he introduced his fingers and delicately rubbed your aching clit with quick paced circles. As you knew your release was fast approaching you glanced down to see his eyes staring straight back at you and you instantly knew what he was doing. He wanted to watch as your orgasm ripped through you just like you had done to him earlier in the day when your eyes stayed glued to him while he came in your mouth. And then you knew the realisation of you knowing what he was doing hit him and his fingers halted their action – replaced by his tongue, again – and moved further down, teasing at your entrance so much so that you begged for him. And his name followed by a breathy; “please” was a good enough request to him so in response he pushed two fingers inside of you, curling them up so they could press against the tender fleshly bump of your g-spot and resume his task in making you cum for him.

“Max…” Your fingers found his hair and weaved into hold on as the fingers on the other hand found the bed sheets. The added sensation of his fingers inside of you was too much and you were too sensitive. You were fighting with to cling on to the edge Max was driving you toward, not yet ready to fully let go and not wanting to give in too soon – the sensation too overwhelmingly delicious for you to succumb to. But after hearing him let out a pleased, smug laugh, you did indeed succumb and your orgasm tore through all of your sensitive nerves.

As you thighs still trembled you glanced down to see Max pulling off his Red Bull issue polo and toss it away from him. The metaphor of the action was not lost on you. You read the tossing of the shirt as the last tie of anything team related between the pair of you. The last shred of a barrier or remembrance of who he was and who you were, removed. It made a smile flutter across your lips and Max smirked.

“Was it that good? Huh?” He was cockily referring to his own oral skills and as your eyes trailed down his body to settle on the work his hands were now making of his jeans – the ones harbouring a very obvious, strained, hard cock within them – you bit your lip and nodded. It was perhaps the first time in your life that you had ever been at a loss for words. He rendered you speechless. Your eyes went back to focusing on him ridding himself of his jeans and your mouth practically salivated as his thick, girthy cock was finally set free. Then you watched as he grabbed his jeans again and pulled something out of the pocket of them. A blue square foil wrapper. A condom. You hadn’t used one in the car that day and so you weren’t sure of what to make of him tearing open the packet, removing its contents and slowly unfurling it as he rolled it down himself. You weren’t sure if you should feel glad or relieved by him taking precautions like this or if you should be confused as to why it was so important for him now? This was just sex, right. You told yourself that over and over in your mind and condoms shouldn’t mean anything other than no babies, no STI’s and yet you couldn’t help but wonder if he didn’t trust you.

“I’m clean…” It came rushing out of you. “I know I uh….” Did you just make him nervous? Was he clean? Did the way he stuttered mean he was sleeping around or at least more than what a guy his age and standing should? “I uh, we don’t need a surprise. I don’t think a Horner Verstappen baby would be best for either of us right now.” So it was about what could have been produced from the pair of you having sex that was what he was concerned with and slowly you relaxed. Perhaps it had been a little risky that day you climbed on top of him and rode him till he came inside of you. The fact he had thought about this and had the condom so handy was also sort of sweet, in a weird way. Still, you would have liked to be a part of that discussion so you didn’t automatically think the worst. And then the tiny little thought of how it would have felt to have been knocked up by Max Verstappen and have to tell your father entered your head. You almost giggled the thought of his eldest, sort of unwanted child getting pregnant by his golden boy driver at the pinnacle of his career.

As you allowed the thought to linger just for a moment Max tenderly reached out and caressed your cheek and it brought you back into reality. “Do you still want to? I should have asked, mentioned the condom before, I just…” Your lips cut him off. “It’s the sweetest thing any guy has ever done for me. Thought about me like that, protecting me.” You whispered and although he moved fractionally so he could look in your eyes you didn’t want to look at him in case he saw too much of your soul in that moment. In your mind, this was going to be pure unadulterated fucking. It was going to be hot, sweaty, dirty sex. But now, after the slight kind benevolence Max had shown to you seemed to take on a more romantic, caring tone. As his lips glided across yours and you felt him repositioning you – opening your hips up so he could comfortably slide between them – you couldn’t help but feel a strange calmness deep in your soul.

The sex between you and Max in the car could now be described as an urge, an itch that you just had to scratch, but this, right now, felt like something else entirely. Perhaps dare you say it, maybe there were feelings involved. As Max positioned the tip of his sheathed cock at your entrance his fingers linked with yours at the side of your head. You turned your head to look at how well your hand fit in his, how little it felt in his and how his fingers looped with yours perfectly. “y/n, look at me.” He brought you back to him and as soon as your eyes were locked on his he pushed inside of you. The stretch of his cock made your mouth fall open and whatever noise came out of you was matched by a heavy groan from him. Max stayed there for a while before moving and when he delved back in he felt even deeper than before and you grabbed hold of his shoulders. “Fuck, I forgot how tight you are.” Your nails dug into his skin as he quickly began setting a steady pace and somehow, Max realised you were still in the black lace bra and he didn’t like that so he pulled down the flimsy bit of material and your back arched as he dipped his head down and captured your nipple in his mouth. As he rolled it between his teeth he quickened his pace and you couldn’t help but moan his name loudly. It came pouring out of you and suddenly something inside of you seemed to click and your hands fell down toward his butt and encouraged him with a quick; “harder”

As Max practically fucked you into the mattress his breath was hot on your neck as he pounded away mercilessly. But then he changed up the pace all of a sudden and sat upright, using his impressive strength to pull you up with him, he stayed situated inside of you. The change of position meant his cock was able to hit that sweet spot his fingers had done earlier. Max used the new position to undo the bra that had annoyed him earlier and you were thankful of him for doing it as soon as your boobs brushed against his chest and you now felt like you could take control. As your legs were now wrapped around Max’s waist and you were able to grind down on him it wasn’t long until you were beginning to edge closer to your high. Max ordered you to look at him again and there was something about looking directly into his eyes that was almost enough to get you get you off all by itself. And yet, Max didn’t let up. While his blue as the ocean eyes stared into yours he kept bucking his hips up you met him with every thrust.

“Max….” You panted when you felt yourself start hurtling toward an orgasm and repeated his name over and over again before his lips found yours and kissed with everything he had. His lips stayed moving rhythmically you’re your own hungrily devoured every moan, sigh and gasp that came out of you as finally, as you felt yourself loose control and your climax came crashing upon you. It felt like electricity sparking all over your body and your whole body shook as he continued fucking you through your high. You could feel your walls constricting around him and the added feeling was clearly enough to have him following your high with his own. Your name flowed from him and into your ear and as much as he gave you a physical orgasm he was giving you a mental one in that second, to know you were the one making him feel that incredible orgasmic high was everything to you.

You had nipped to the bathroom and returned to find a butt ass naked Max out of the bed and pouring himself a glass of the champagne that you had ordered to the room to celebrate his win. “Did you see the overtake on Charles?” He asked as you watched him pour the golden liquid and glace over toward you. You nodded and hopped he wouldn’t ask why you hadn’t been there to see it – because you knew he probably knew you had left after the shit that transpired after you left him in his drivers room – so decided to congratulate him overall. “What does it feel like?” You asked as you crossed the room and he topped your glass up for you. "Winning, what does it feel like?" You added as Max smiled broadly and tried to register the question you were asking him. He bit his lip and pressed your full champagne flute into your hand before answering.

“It's like an orgasm. Nothing feels better in the whole world. The building feeling, the electricity that courses through your veins and the ultimate rush of pure fire that you get as you cum is exactly what it feels like to cross the finish line as a winner.” His eyes cast down over your face, drinking in your eyes and your mouth before continuing down your naked body again and such a simple action was so effective because you could feel yourself get wet again from just the look alone. But just as you were about to practically beg him to fuck you again, there was a loud series of knocks on your door. “Are you expecting…” “No.” You stated immediately and felt a horrible sinking descend over you like a black cloud.

You grabbed the robe that Max had rid you of nearly an hour ago and hurried as you pulled it on your body on your way to the door. Pressing your cheek to the door to see through the peephole your stomach twisted in a tight knot. As soon you turned Max looked at you and he knew instantly what set you on edge.

“No.” He furrowed his brow then it dawned on him and his face turned into one of horror. You grabbed his jacket and shoved it under the disrupted bedding and hoped it was enough of a mess to conceal it. You watched as Max grabbed his jeans and his polo and practically sprinted into the bathroom as you collected yourself, trying to steady your breathing and clam your shaking hand. And then you opened the door to your father and Geri. You met her eyes first and then glanced over to your dad who clearly seemed corralled into coming here by his wife. It wasn’t until you saw Geri glance into the room behind you that you remembered she asked where you were staying and if you had booked into the team hotel, to which you stupidly replied with the name of the stupidly expensive hotel that you had checked into instead and that was how they were now standing outside in said hotel’s hallway. Then it hit you how lucky you were they didn’t turn up earlier because they would have most certainly heard you and Max fucking and that would have created a total shit storm of which you weren’t sure you were able to deal with right now.

“We came to check on you. See if you wanted to come for dinner.” You were sure your dad didn’t want to come check on you and you were certain he didn’t want you to come for dinner either. “But, you don’t look very well.” He added. “I hope it’s not catching.” And you figured it was a rather random comment but then your attention turned to Geri. She seemed to be focusing something on the floor behind you and you were hoping it wasn’t a forgotten item of clothing. The moment seemed to take an eternity to pass. Your lungs ached at how you hadn't taken a breath since opening the door. You felt headrush as if you had gotten up too quickly but all you were doing was clinging to the door for support. Then thankfully, as if she could register your awkwardness she finally broke the tension filled silence - you had already gathered this would have been her idea, your father inviting you to the team dinner, considering he couldn't even bare to have you watch the race from the paddock. “Anyway, you probably should go back to bed. Try getting a little better.” She tugged on your fathers arm and usually it would be an action you would have rolled your eyes at but for some reason – probably enhanced by the weird look she was giving you – you let it be and said a quick goodbye while closing the door.

As you turned you immediately saw what it was that Geri had been staring at. The small, blue foil wrapper lying on the carpet. Fuck. And as if the universe was trying to fuck with you even more, your phone pinged on the nightstand and you went straight to it, practically tripping over your own feet to reach it. Before you could unlock it however, Max strolled out of the bathroom. He was still completely naked and so you gathered he trusted you enough to save his bacon with your father – which you had done without even saying a word. Momentarily you found yourself amused and couldn’t fight the urge to admire the thickness of his cock before you swiftly turned attention back to your phone. You gave Max one quick glance before you opened the message from Geri, which you read aloud. “Say Hi to Max. Don’t worry, I won't tell your father. At least your being safe.” He looked at you confused before you explained whom exactly the message was from. Then you slowly bent down, picked up the condom wrapper and his mouth parted as his eyes looked toward the door and he realised there was no way she could have missed it. Both of you just needed to pray your dad had. And then all of a sudden you remembered your father saying something about he hoped your headache wasn’t catching.

“What was your excuse for not going to the team dinner?” “I had a headache.” Immediately your head tipped back and you groaned out a long exhaled; “fuck!” You were about to start freaking out. He couldn't have claimed he was exhausted or he felt sick? He had to go with headache? It was almost like the universe was fucking with you. Your father HAD to know, contrary to popular belief he wasn't dumb and was probably putting two and two together. Not helped by your overeager stepmother continually trying to set Max and you up. You figured you had to send Max away back to the Red Bull hotel, save his skin for him because if your father had worked it out from the pair of you having headaches at the exact same time, there were going to be fireworks. And right as panic started coursing through you, Max dropped his clothes back on to the floor and strolled over to you. His hands slowly went down your arms and his gentle voice asked you to look at him, which you did with slight apprehension. But you were instantly caught off guard because he was smirking and looked overwhelmingly chuffed with himself. His head tilted back and you had never seen someone exude so much confidence.

“Better get a round two in then…before your father cuts my balls off.”

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sinclairstarz · 2 months

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for the cinephile byler truthers. i made the party’s modern au letterboxd accounts

in my head mike wheeler is the film bro cinephile of the party. hes a big brad pitt fan and fincher is his favorite director if you even care.. dirty dancing would be in his top 4 if he was honest. he went to see dune cause hes a scifi nerd, ended up hating it so much and complained about it to will but still gave it 2 stars cause it was pretty. did leave a very mean review. very critical rater but mostly leaves high ratings because he just doesn’t watch things he doesnt wanna see.

alternative movies i considered putting: pulp fiction (5 stars), the killer (1 star), se7en (5 stars), across the spiderverse (5 stars), nope (5 stars) , the batman 2022 (4 stars), once upon a time in hollywood (5 stars), inglorious basterds (5 stars), the matrix (half a star)

the thing is so good and he has a poster of it on his wall in canon so it felt right. it just feels wrong not to do ghostbusters (plus its one of my favorite movies…) and yall need to hear me out on brokeback 😭😭😭 ur telling me he wouldnt bawl his eyes out??? ur wrong. will byers is a jake gyllenhaal lover. he watches dirty dancing a lot for mike, and loves ghibli movies a lot. he cried during rain man. honest rater but doesnt take it too seriously, mostly 4/5 star ratings

alternatives: saltburn (half a star), asteroid city (5 stars), blackkklansman (5 stars), the force awakens (3.5 stars), the perks of being a wallflower (4.5 stars), back to the future (5 stars)

rogue one because lucas has taste. its the best star wars movie, if u care. he would love how fun and goofy ghostbusters 2 is. in my head Wes Anderson is like the party’s claimed director and they all watch his movies together and do marathons because the weirdness, comedy, and emotional commentary is a perfect mix for them. so. bottle rocket. lucas’ favorite wes anderson is the grand budapest hotel if u wanted to know. he rates things pretty highly and isn’t super critical.

alternatives: dodgeball (5 stars), scream 5 (4 stars), the matrix (3 stars), good will hunting (5 stars), jurassic park (5 stars), die hard (5 stars),

likes making lucas watch gone girl on valentines day and telling him shes gonna do that to him next time he annoys her. v for vendetta is her favorite romance movie and shes a big marvel fan (in a cool way. kind of .) but thor ragnarok is probably one of her fav marvels, along with spiderman far from home and iron man. i just know she watches Casino Royale and decided she hated James Bond and then ended up watching all the Daniel Craig Bonds with Mike and loved Skyfall so much. the song is on her playlist and she did cry after No Time To Die.

Alternatives: Superbad (5 stars), baby driver (5 stars), bottoms (5 stars), 10 things i hate about you (3.5 stars), scream (5 stars), kill bill (5 stars), lord of the rings: the return of the king (1.5 stars)

also a bit of a film nerd. i considered giving him a star wars and i know in my heart he’d probably have empire somewhere in his top 4. but star wars is lame and i wanted to give him se7en so he fucking gets se7en. he knows john wick is objectively dumb but he doesnt care hes just here for a good time. the party probably watched saltburn together and all fucking hated it. I just know hes a kurosawa nerd and always goes when the local theatres do very rare special showings of his movies.

alternatives: baby driver (4 stars), the ewok adventure (5 stars) hot fuzz (5 stars) harry potter and the sorcerers stone (4 stars) legally blonde (5 stars) spirited away (5 stars) dazed and confused (5 stars)

she likes movies that make her feel all warm and fuzzy and hopeful. i wanted to give her breakfast club, but i think she’d honestly like sixteen candles more (even though breakfast club’s better). she cried at almost every movie in her top 4 and makes max rewatch juno with her like once a month. she gives most movies 5 stars unless she really hates them, and loves any movie thats fun to watch, even if its bad. she likes movies with pretty girls and fun colors.

alternatives: barbie (5 stars), legally blonde (5 stars), inception (2 stars), heathers (5 stars) pretty in pink (4.5 stars (she was mad andi didn’t end up with ducky)) my neighbor totoro (5 stars)

in conclusion if you haven’t seen They Cloned Tyron (2023) go watch it it deserved the oscar

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littledrummerangie · 7 months

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So hello hello good evening Budapest. I'm finally home, it's midnight and and and I had the best time of my life!

Many many highlights of the soundcheck and the show:

My question for soundcheck was picked fiiiirst? Hello??? It was absolutely crazy!

The VIP rep, Athena was an absolut angel, big shout out to her! I had a good talk with her after soundcheck and she was he sweetest.

The guys played Long Way Home and Out Of My Limit.

Before questions the VIP rep asked our names and I told her she can say Angie insted of my Hungarian name.

So she did introduce me "someone who her friends know as Angie", and Michael was like: "and what do people call you who you do not consider as friends?" So I had to tell him that basically anyone before age 15 knows me as my real name, and after that, when I started using the internet and didn't like my name I picked up Angie. So he said, okay, Angie.

My question was: what arw you bringing home from tour (souvenir, memory, feeling).

Ash said his mom always asks for fridge magnets and was like "fuck, Mom, no, it would need its own suitcase" and he said he likes travelling light

Luke said a qeak immune system and he stoles keycards from the hotels he sþays in and has tons

Michael said he gets lot of baby clothes and didn't know how much stuff a baby needs

Calum said he has really good memories of this tour

At thw beginning they also was talking about Buda and Pest, as mentioned by Ash in the IG story.

Other questions were about:

How they choose what they wear. Ash and Luke said they try bot to clash with the others and look ridiculous. They basically go by what Cal chooses, becauee Michael goes by him, and then the rest tries not to clash with them. Look also mentioned whatever he can paid up that he didn't do previously, and how he feels that day.

They asked about the Flatline chorus and Luke did listen to the song on his phone to figure it out... but I'm still not sure as they were also unsure lol.

They asked about the RAH orchestra and how it was a bit hard working with them because they only stayed until their time was up, and they are speaking different musical languages.

And lastly they asked about how they feel when they release a really emotional, personal song and if it's hard to do. They said of course, and how everyone has their own interpretation on songs, and sometimes it's best not to know the original thought and have your own on them.

There was also a fly trying to get into Luke's tea and Ashton kinda looked scared of it because he stood up.and took two steps backwards.

Both Charlotte Sands and AR/CO were amazing.

I was on Michael's side, 2nd row.

Ashton was wearing those silly ass chekered sunglasses for like half the show lol. But he has the biggest biceps in the world oh god.

They were cuteeeee. Michael was so precious. So happy.

We got Wrapped Around Your Finger.

They guys enjoyed Budapest, and said it was a special show because it'a in the last 3 for a long time now.

Also, there was a point where Ash said something about Calum abd I was like... boyfriends.

Michael couldn't sing Best Friends because Luke was being silly and they just started histerically laughing.

Michael remembered and made a joke about last year's KFC thing and someone had a fake/plush KFC bucket hat on and they were making fun of that.

He ended up wearing it for the beginning of Outer Space.

(Terrible photo, sorry. Didn't take much pics.)

Saw Ash at the very end on my side and he is beautiful and smiley. I love him. 🩷🫶

Tagging some peeps for story time: @kindahoping4forever @nostalgiabones @whentherosesbl00m @suchalonelysunflower

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bullet-prooflove · 3 months

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Valentine's Day Bingo: When In Rome - Scott Forrester x Reader

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Hitting the Hotel Stay Bingo Square

It’s in a hotelroom in Rome that Scott makes love to you for the first time. The Fly Team have just finished up a case in the capital, the flight back to Budapest isn’t until late morning so it means another night at the hotel. It’s a gorgeous place with an ornate ceiling that draws it’s inspiration from the Sistine chapel.

Scott sits alone on one of the couches in the hotel bar, listening to the sounds of the staff closing up around him as he tilts his head back and stares at the artwork above him. He studies the hues of the clouds, the way they blend into the sky as the blue ebbs and fades.

It’s been a tough couple of days, both for the FBI and Europol, he knows you’re at their offices right now, filing your paperwork and getting chewed out by your superiors. It’s the reason he’s waiting up for you. Despite the fact you work for Europol, you’re still a part of his team, your losses are his losses and vice versa.

He’s always been attuned to your presence, he doesn’t have to look up to know you’ve walked into a room, he just senses the shift in the air. It’s the same tonight, there’s a subtle change before you drop down onto the couch alongside of him, hip and shoulder bumping against his.

“Waiting up for me?” You ask him, with a slight teasing tone.

He tilts his head towards you, those bright blue eyes of his studying yours. He can’t explain the way he feels when he looks at you, he sees a kindred spirit, someone who tactile, ferocious. The life the two of you lead it’s not meant for settling down, relationships they come and go because partners don’t understand the nature of the job. It can be isolating, lonely.

“I thought you might want to talk.” He tells you, his hand slipping into yours. You squeeze it tightly and he squeezes back.

He means about the case, the fact you both watched a man who orchestrated so much fucking misery walk free because he’d struck a deal with the folks back in Washington. He knows you’re just as devastated as he is. You don’t hide that shit from him, the same way he doesn’t hide it from you. For four years you’ve been each other’s port in the storm and now Scott wants more, he has for a long time. He can’t pinpoint exactly when it happened, he can only acknowledges that it has.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask him and he shakes his head.

The wounds are too fresh, too raw. He needs time to process, to sit with it. He reaches out, his fingertips tucking a stray strand of hair back behind your ear before his hand cups your face, his thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek.

“No.” He says quietly, his gaze meeting yours. “But I do want to kiss you.”

He leans in close, his lips brushing over yours. There’s a tenderness in Scott that others don’t see, he can be firm, unrelenting but when he’s with you, you see his vulnerability, you feel it. When he kisses you tonight, you realise he’s offering you another part of himself, one that he’s kept locked away for a very long time.

You kiss him back and he moans into your mouth, his fingers threading through your hair as he draws you into his lap. The time, the place, they all just slip away because the only thing he can focus on is you, how good you feel pressed against him. He whines when you pull away, his skin flushed and eyes bright. You smile against his lips, your fingertips chasing over the stubble of his cheek as you whisper.

“Take me to bed.”

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blysse-and-blunder · 2 months

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in lieu of a reading week

11pm, tuesday, feb 20, 2024

hello beloveds. just wrote two increasingly passionate paragraphs about what social media and my use of it over the years has done to benefit my life, and got so genuinely moved that i had to come talk to you about it.

reading really wild mix of reading material of late. surprisingly high amount of YA, because people keep recommending me things and i keep going 'sure, let's try it!' so i'll use that as an organizing principle and save discussing some of the others for a future post. in order of completion:

firekeeper's daughter, angeline boulley, read by isabella lablanc. finished in a rush, very engaged in the last three-four hours. i was never prepared for the next thing this plot threw at me, though in retrospect saw how it all made sense. i didn't know a thing about it going in, which i think actually enriched the experience a lot, but for a novel set in michigan's UP and sugar island, it resonated with a lot of things i associate with ontario after living here for five+ years. the hockey, the ojibwe /anishinaabe names and cultural connections, the murdered and missing indigenous women. but it also mixes in elements reminiscent of, like, braiding sweetgrass (and tangentially mexican gothic) and various fan fiction tropes i recognized in their shape if not their execution. highly recommend the audiobook-- they cast the audiobook's narrator very carefully, and she does a superb job juggling the mix of scientific jargon, teen narrator unreliable/dramatic narrator (loving), and Anishinaabemowin.

castle in the clouds, kerstin gier, translated by romy fursland. maybe 33% through. it's giving grand budapest hotel and somehow also the princess diaries? it's also reminding me somehow of, like, the kind of novel i wanted to write as a second or third grader, which means eva ibbotson, and a particular flavor of plucky, intelligent heroine. i was hooked by the first page+ but have yet to see a ton more of the same high action and suspense, and have let this one slip a little further onto the back burner. it's cute escapism at the moment, though that may change.

fourth wing, by rebecca yarros, read by rebecca soler (and apparently also teddy hamilton, although i haven't gotten to him yet?) about 25% through. trying desperately to give us a gritty, hardcore, new and dangerous and fun take on dragons and their human riders, while also trying to be idk divergent? the hunger games? there's a love triangle, the protagonist has naturally ombre hair, the premise of the novel is brutal training where young adults are all dying in improbable droves due to how cutthroat and brutal it is. a testament to the narrator that i am, despite myself, having a great time. there are a few too many supporting characters who want our main girl straight up dead for me to really find the threats believable, but i'm intrigued by the prospect of alternate versions of this world's history than what she has learned and a potential for discovering how their kingdom has? manipulated them? could be asking too much.

fairest, gail carson levine. finished in a long saturday morning spent reading in bed. i was such an intense and dedicated fan of the original ella enchanted novel that i couldn't read most of levine's other books (exceptions for her short stories made grudgingly) because they weren't sequels and weren't the same and wouldn't be as good. in fairness, reading this now as a much-older-than-the-intended audience, perhaps i was too harsh-- but i think little-me was right to be a little suspicious. it's a snow white retelling, and again i think largely successful in building a more detailed plot in which the elements of the retold fairy tale are embedded, but where the focus in ella was on language and obedience and free will, here we're trying to articulate things about beauty and body image, and it's harder to say that it really succeeds? i like that we gave the Wicked Queen more nuance, positive and negative qualities, moments of sympathy, a name and a precarious political position. i was not nearly as charmed by the romance (fine, fine, it's not ella and char but it couldn't be, it's fine). i still love the use of unfamiliar / fairy-tale languages and how levine puts them on the page in such fun spellings. probably aimed at the youngest audience, of the four titles here, but treats its reader as almost more intelligent than fourth wing, possibly? YA from ~twenty years ago was a different world.

listening graded like twenty quizzes today with just a mess of random panic at the disco bumping in my headphones. it's a hell of a feeling, etc. i'm halfway through this particular round of grading, and they're doing so well, so it's mainly a quick check to make sure they got the basics right and i can jam while doing so.

watching spent a very pleasant ~2 hours yesterday watching as much as we could of the film amadeus with @hematiterings, @pep-squad-lizzie, and @dimir-charmer. love a film that isn't afraid to lean into all its sensory indulgences, and to be a little heavy-handed with its symbolism (the chocolate is about repression!) and to, just generally, spend money on costumes, locations, hiring lots of extras, and so many wigs. there's a live event performance of this film with orchestra + choir being advertised all over our subway right now, so it does very much feel like we're being followed by this guy:

...but what's sticking in my head right now is the costumes.

playing 41+ hours into hollow knight. i have opened half of my stag stations! i have the dream nail, surprisingly early i think! i have saved bretta! i have somehow missed the mantis lords, i think, but have made it to the city, the resting grounds, and have now been throwing myself fruitlessly against the crystal guardian and a soul warrior in alternation. i am...not good at combat. current plan is to grind to get quick focus, and i'm close! also, @spoonierbard stepped in and gave me a much needed morale boost by winning me the final mask shard necessary to get increased lives, which has helped tremendously, and the grubs rewarded me with the grub song charm which has helped tremendously.

making many potential projects, none executed (or even really attempted). soon, hopefully. fallow section for now. does music count? music counts, right? i joined a second choir! enticed by the chance to perform mozart's requiem in full with an orchestra, and finally fulfill the broken promise of 2020. that's my hobby right now. oh i also just cleaned out a ton of storage in my phone + icloud, which felt generative in its own way. besides backing things up better than i have in a while.

working on submitted the travel money application i've been thinking and dithering about since...this time last year? no real expectation of getting it, but it did actually help me consider some next steps in the diss, so that's nice. now prepping to take my class on two fun on-campus field trips next week, one to the manuscript library and one to the medieval collection in our little hidden art museum! i need to write some notes up for the TAs and docents to use, and finish organizing my list of desired manuscripts, like, yesterday. midterm grades posted today, a little late but hopefully not too bad, still well before the drop date. the aforementioned quizzes (i have like 28 more to grade, but they're reasonably painless). plus i was going to work on my fucking dissertation this week, and prep to teach the next few lectures in advance so i'm not scrambling monday nights, plus send a bunch of emails, design a CFP poster, put in some RAship hours so i can speak intelligently in my meeting tomorrow, and....prep for the guest lecture i'm giving on the 28th! it's a reskin of the conference paper i gave this summer, freshly edited, but i need to expand the intro bits to include a useful overview, since these students aren't a conference of celticists.

weirdly at peace with how my work-life balance is balancing right now, though. it's the extra sleep and the increased sunshine, and the little cat who is being so so whiny right now. i must conclude these lines and feed Herself.

#in lieu of a commonplace book #ilcb #going to cave and admit the truth and tag this:#monthly roundup #click for gratuitous cat pic featuring: housemate blurred for anonymity #Spotify

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Floss Got Hot V

[series masterlist]

summary: A lot of mistakes are talked about, but all goes well in the end.

word count: 6971

warnings: brief talk of murder but nothing too gory/detailed

notes: I think this could have gone very differently but I’ve worked out the future for this series so it’s going this way instead. It took me ages because I was busy, sorry.

Oh, and the Dune slander is warranted. Shut up.

Venice Film Festival has its ups and downs, but comparatively, nothing is worse than waking up in a hotel room with a hangover the size of a blue whale and a hyperactive little sister. Flo had been very incorrect in the assumption that her now-grown-up baby sister would not still crash in her room after she’s had too much to drink on holiday. It seems that some things never change.

Raffie’s prodding index jabs her one last time before rousing any noise, and when it does, it is muffled by hair and pillows and white bedsheets. “Why are you so awake?” grumbles Flo, pushing the head away from her. “‘S too early. Go back to bed.”

Quirking an eyebrow up at the misjudgement of the time of day, Raffie quickly huffs, “Mum and Dad said to meet them at breakfast,” dragging her sister out of bed because she is taller and stronger and all-round better (this is debatable, Flo thinks). “Get your arse ready. I have a lot of questions for you.”

“I thought I answered every single thing you asked about the film, Mole, what more could you want from me?” Flo sighs dramatically as she stands up, tightening the elastic of your jog pants around her waist. The soft fabric reminds her of you. Only your clothes seem to feel comforting, a sheet of unexpected armour that automatically lessens the pounding headache.

“You’re so sneaky with your love life,” is all her sister says, promptly leaving the hotel room along with a confused actress struggling on one leg to find a second sock.

When she joins the youngest Pugh in the hallway, she is met with an equally inquisitive expression from her brother, forgoing any pleasantries about having a good morning. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” he asks, pride clearly hurt by whatever the fuck is going on. She doesn’t miss the concern in his eyes.

They step into the lift and Raffie won’t stop looking at her phone, giving Flo no other option than to stare at herself in the mirror — she will not be having any kind of conversation with interrogation-Toby when she already feels awful. (She does look great though.)

The restaurant is almost empty seeing as it’s nearly over, tables mainly empty and used rather than occupied with chattering people, but the now-complete set of Pughs share what’s left of the buffet between them before making conversation.

Stomach satisfied, Raffie finally spills what’s been on her mind, “How come you didn’t tell us you and Y/n broke up?” It’s supposed to be sort of quiet, considering Flo is beside her, but something sets her volume on kilter and she ends up catching everybody’s attention. With a ‘hngph’, Flo chokes on her orange juice. Her sister shrugs, taking it as a question. “She didn’t come to Venice, she was on a date with someone else… Uh, it’s everywhere, Floss?”

“You broke up?” Granny Pat is heartbroken. And confused. Almost as confused as Flo is. “You only just got together!”

“No,” states Flo, flatly. “we didn’t break up. What the fuck, Raff?”

“She kissed another girl,” Toby cuts in, voice smooth and factual, as though he’d known. Did he think you wouldn’t last? Had he always thought this? “She doesn’t cheat.”

“That is fucking news to me.”

Toby continues, “Do you remember Irén? The one whose parents own an oil company.” The Pughs do. Pretty and rich, picked you up from family brunch once. You’d spent the whole time gushing over how brilliant your new girlfriend was. “Yeah, Irén lives in Budapest. I thought you guys were living together, but clearly you’re not.”

“Is this a joke?” It has to be a joke. “You guys are just… No?” Raffie clocks the emotion in her sister’s voice, and realises very suddenly that Flo might not have known about this breakup. She passes her phone down the table, but Flo only watches a second of the video before slamming the device down and storming off. Well, running off. She’s more hurt than angry.

“I’ll go,” Deb says, standing up. Raffie apologises excessively, not worrying whether or not her phone has been smashed by the force of Florence’s assault. It takes her boyfriend, Toby, and her dad to convince her that Flo won’t be upset with the messenger. After all, you’re not supposed to shoot them.

The words that first come to Flo’s mind are so vile and bitter that she can only hope she never encounters a mind reader who finds out what they are. Deb then catches up to her, placing a steady hand on her shoulder to halt her daughter’s march to anywhere that isn’t so suffocating. Flo feels suffocated, but allows her mother to pull her into an empty corridor. Deb wipes her tears, the motions ingrained into her muscles over decades. She will always be there for her children.

“I waited so long for her,” Flo’s voice comes out cracked through a sob, “and she’s not really even mine, clearly. I just…”

“I don’t think Y/n is breaking up with you, and I’ve taught her better than to do it like that,” Deb comforts, articulating the words perfectly because she believes them. She places a soothing hand on her daughter’s back. “Your flight’s today. These conversations are best had in person, and you don’t know whether she wanted to be kissed.”

Her voice sharpens, straining against the lump in her throat. “Oh, they looked pretty fucking cosy!”

“It’s Irén, Flossie.” Deb knows all of your friends, she could make a list from memory. “Next to Toby, Irén is her best friend.” Deb frowns briefly, and then corrects herself, “was.” Through school to when you broke up.

Flo knows exactly who she is because Irén was Public Enemy #1 to 18-year-old Florence Pugh. She had finally become an adult and you were in a relationship? It wasn’t fair. She hates Irén. “Mum, are you seriously on her side? I get that she’s like your daughter or whatever… She fucking cheated on me!”

“I’m saying you should let her explain.”

“Well, it’s not like she’s tried.” Did she wake up to thousands of apology text messages with you grovelling and begging her for forgiveness? Nope, with a popped ‘p’. You didn’t even send her a text to say you’re leaving her for some ex-girlfriend who’s richer and prettier and more your type! She should have listened to the warning about people like you, people who don’t seem to live in the same world as everyone else. People who have everything. People who don’t need anything else.

Flo checks her phone to verify her point, albeit wistfully hoping someone’s tagged her in the biggest internet joke of all time. You’re not in a different timezone, so to her the only explanation is that you are asleep in someone else’s bed, tired out from an evening of infidelity or a rebound. Flo feels nauseous at the thought.

But then, as if some beacon of hope, her phone pings and the lock screen is obstructed with a single notification.

You: Can you come home?

She finds that evil of you to say. Evil, because now is not the time to be reminded of how safe you make her feel or how she could have two babies and a house somewhere exotic with you in the future. Home is you, you are home, and your (ex?)girlfriend is seething.

“See,” Deb says, vindictive until she remembers the situation. “She wants to explain everything in person. Are you packed up?”

Flo frowns, but it slowly becomes a scowl as the thought of you with Irén takes over. “No, Mama, I don’t—”

“Let her explain. Give her that.”

- - -

When Irén’s comment sets in, you realise what has just happened. That she had kissed you, that you had kissed her back.

“I think,” she whispers, “you didn’t like that.” Her hand reaches for your shoulder, trying to reconnect the distance you have immediately shoved between the two of you, but she pulls back, mirroring how you recoil from her. She studies your expression hopefully, but finds nothing positive to smile about.

“I’m in love with her.”

“I know.”

You meet her eyes, puzzled. “You kissed me in front of all these people.” Irén doesn’t say anything, but crumples her face as if she’s about to cry. “Why would you do that?”

“Because you’re beautiful.” You shake your head. That cannot be her answer. She doesn’t know what else to say. You were there, you looked good, something told her you could be hers again.

“You don’t get to call me beautiful.”

“Why? Millions of other people say it or, rather, comment on it on social media. I mean, I’ve seen edits of you, Y/n.” You choose to ignore both the fact that there are edits of you and that Irén has seen them.

“No, but you mean it,” you whisper, scared of the sentence you’re saying. Irén is nodding her head as if it will change how you feel. “I don’t want to have this conversation here.” You stand, collecting both of your things, and walk away, leaving her with nothing to do but follow.

Though the car ride to you and Flo’s (you cringe at the thought that it’s hers, really) Airbnb is silent, you’re bursting to speak once you get inside. You’re not angry for the best part of your monologue, and she doesn’t disagree with any of your statements. In fact, she responds that you are intelligent and deserving of things you wouldn’t let yourself believe you are, and that she loves you and would do anything for you and… The list goes on.

“It’s not that I don’t love you, it’s that I don’t want to,” tumbles out of your mouth, and the woman in front of you breaks in half. You step closer to her, scared she’ll fall, and place a hand on her back. “You deserve better than that.”

“You don’t get to decide what I deserve,” she hisses, shaking you off. Irén regains her stature and almost squares up to you. “You are what I want. You are what I think about every waking moment of a life I only lead because I made a mistake!”

“A mistake needed to be made. I don’t want to fix it.” All these years later, you say you don’t want to fix it. As if you hadn’t spent nights dreaming of what could have been, just like she has.

“But you agreed to–”

“No, I think I’ve found the woman I want to grow old with.” Irén, again, breaks in half. Maybe quarters this time. “And it isn’t you.”

With that, she is in no fit state to leave, so you offer her a cup of tea and sit beside her on the sofa. Rubbing salt in the wound, she calls it, but you insist because it’s late and chilly and she can’t be pictured leaving here with black pools of mascara underneath red eyes. “I don’t want to be pitied,” she mutters, taking your peace offering between her hands and sipping it all the same. “I’ve loved you since the day I met you, and you don’t want to feel the same.” Irén recites her outline as if trying to commit facts to memory. That’s what they are: facts. Yes, you love her. No, you don’t love her enough. No, she is not enough for you. No, she will never be enough for you.

“Will you tell her?” At your confusion, she makes her question clearer, “will you tell your girlfriend?”

“Yes.” There will be videos or pictures or both. You had noticed a few camera flashes in the opera house. Irén’s family is hardly out of the media these days, considering how controversial openly killing the environment is. She’ll find out somehow. “I do love you, Irén. I’d let you stay over, but Flo will be back tomorrow and I think we can agree that she’d definitely not want you here.” Irén is tempted to bring up Zach, but withholds her comment.

“I wish I never made you choose,” she whispers, “I wish I never said anything. I… It’s the worst mistake I’ve ever made.” Her lips catch your gaze and your lips suddenly press against hers.

Billie goes mad.

Irén grunts in surprise and then you’re no longer on top of her and are collecting her things and pushing her out. She splutters a response because you kissed her, not the other way around, so why are you pretending you’ve been assaulted and can never see her again?

Why are you with Toby’s little sister?

Once the door slams shut, you stumble backwards until a heavy body halts your movement. Billie had been waiting for Irén to leave, quietly sitting on her bed beside the TV, patiently hiding her time before she could cuddle with you like she’s been doing since she got here. Dogs don’t go nuts like that, especially not Flo’s (yours?). She barks at you a couple more times, gruff telling-offs, and then nudges you with her snout to get you into your bedroom.

It smells of Flo and you feel trodden on. You crumple on the bed, Billie settling next to you, and use your phone to distract yourself from the series of oh-so-bad decisions you’ve made tonight.

Toby’s texted, but your reply doesn’t feel right.

You find yourself calling your mother. She picks up because you’d never dare unless you were dying, and is disappointed to find that she actually has to be a mother for once.

“Why are you in such a state?” she asks nonchalantly. “I can’t really talk at the mo, my darling. Eddie has brought out a marvellous wine, and Sophie is beating me at poker.” You can hear the embers of a dinner party in the background, but also the soft sound of tyres on gravel. “Oh, it’s nothing, Sophie. Y/n is calling from — where are you again, darling?”

“Budapest, Mummy.”

“She’s in Budapest! With that actress, the one she’s seeing. Oh, yes, lovely and progressive. Yes, the actress is the girl from Little Women.” You groan and your mother holds her conversation with the Countess of Wessex to reprimand you. “What is it, Y/n?! Can it not be saved for someone else?”

“No,” you reply flatly, despite being in the state she mentioned earlier. You’re a quick cryer, you can’t help it. “Irén and I went to the opera tonight—”

“I thought you hadn’t spoken to that girl in years—”

“No, Mummy, I haven’t since we broke up. But I met with her tonight, and she kissed me, and then I kissed her, and now I don’t know what to do.” You hold your breath, waiting to see if your mother even acknowledges that you are in a relationship with real emotions.

“A little infidelity has never hurt anyone!” She promptly fails that test. “Do you love Irén still?”

Blatantly, you lie, “I have never loved Irén—”

“Do you love her?” She tuts at any protest you groan in an attempt to avoid her question. “Darling, if you’re so unsure that you won’t answer, should you really be with your actress?”

“Yes, I love Irén. But I love Florence more.” Far more. Irén is a grain of sand on Flo’s beach.

“Well then, tell the actress that you were drunk, and tell Irén that she imagined the whole debacle! Manipulate them both, my darling, before either can manipulate you. And, believe me, Y/n, you are very easily manipulated.” At your stunned silence, she assumes her advice has been given and received, and that you are absolutely, one-hundred percent fine. “Once you return to London, I’d like to go for a coffee. We could meet with some of my friends and their lovely daughters, make a day of it with shopping and… Better yet, Sophie would like to know if a weekend at Bagshot is on the table. We can go riding, or you could go shooting – I know you do love to go shooting. Sophie also says you can bring your actress with you if all is not lost, and treat their home as a country hotel.”

You sigh. She’s never of any help and you’re not sure why you called her. “I’ll think about it. Give them my love, I am off to shoot myself now.”

Billie whines and you hang up, your phone sliding off the mattress and onto the floor as you collapse onto a dog that isn’t even yours. “I’ve really fucked it all, haven’t I, Bills?” She seems to agree and begrudgingly becomes your temporary emotional support animal. “I shouldn’t have kissed her.”

Irén is like a magnet, she always has been. Since you met her you’ve wanted her, and when you had her you took it all for granted. The year you dated was a blissful ideal world, but it didn’t last. Her sister was sixteen and had been found dead in a forest. Fifty-seven stab wounds. A ruthless, cold-blooded murder, a man who’d tried to groom her and had failed miserably.

You remember finding out before your girlfriend and having to tell her. You remember her screams and her unwillingness to believe a word you said. Irén had loved her sister dearly, they were incredibly close.

A fortnight had passed since her death and your girlfriend was a shell of a woman she had once been. You’d been splitting your time between Oxford and their family’s house in St Albans. Irén had had enough of it and wanted all of your attention or none at all. She presented the date of her sister’s funeral, and asked if you’d come — it was obvious to her that you would — but you paused, you hesitated. It was summertime, and A-level results day happened to be taking up your calendar.

“Whose results do you care about so deeply?” she asked bitterly.

“Flossie’s.” You gulped. She wasn’t a fan of Toby’s family because they seemed too normal for you. To her, you were divine and majestic and deserving of the most eccentric and wealthy characters as relatives, not some random people from Oxford.

The build up since you broke the news to her snapped whatever rationality she was holding onto. “She’s going to get three Cs. What’s so interesting about that? It’s them or me. Us.”

You couldn’t choose then. Rethinking it now, you would choose Irén, despite your current infatuation with Flo. It was wrong to leave her like that, girlfriend or not. You made a bad choice.

But Flo doesn’t know that, she isn’t aware of what happened. She knows two things for certain: Irén and you kissed at the opera, and Irén was your girlfriend a decade ago.

She doesn’t tell you what time her flight gets in, so you’re on a call with the management at Chaos Zanzibar when she storms in. Guns blazing, she shouts your full name within a second of stepping over the threshold, and is ranting at you for a minute before you and Billie emerge from the bedroom, the call spoiled and ended.

“How could you?” she questions coldly, loudly. Billie’s tail wags, unrelenting against her legs, and she manages to love on the dog while having a go at you (it’s deserved, you know). “If you didn’t want me, you could have said something— You could have texted or called or… tweeted? I get why you wouldn’t want me, Y/n, I fucking get it, okay? But you didn’t need to shove it in my face — in the whole world’s fucking face — like that! She’s beautiful and she’s... You love her, you love Irén; do you not?”

Stunned into pathetic silence, you gulp. “I’m okay with you not loving me anymore, but you didn’t need to shove it in my face,” Flo states, her words barren and lifeless.

In a split second of mercy, your brain resumes its function and you are about to speak. Billie begins to growl, drawing both of your attentions, and you can’t seem to get the words out. Traitor.

“It’s not that you’ve broken up with me, but rather, you told me you loved me and then kissed your gorgeous, rich, funny, perfect ex-girlfriend in fancy clothes at a fancy place where both of your fancy lives fit right in. I get that I’m not…” She pauses for a deep breath, sharp and quick. “I get that I’m not your type, Y/n, I know you’re embarrassed to be with me sometimes but—”

“I’ve never been fucking embarrassed to be with you, what the fuck are you talking about?” you shout over her, angry because it’s not true. None of this is true. “And why have you come to terms with a non-existent breakup? Two fucking kisses isn’t going to destroy this, Florence, okay?”

This is news to her.

Two kisses. Not just the one, not just a singular moment of weakness.

“Where was the second?” she asks quietly, as if trying to not be sick.

“Here.” Flo pales. “She kissed me at the opera, and so I brought her here to talk. She was so…” You neglect to finish your sentence, “and then I kissed her goodbye.” Not that she knew it was a goodbye until she was out the door. “It’s Irén, Floss.”

“Everyone keeps saying that!” But what does that mean? How do two words justify you kissing someone else?

She takes a deep breath, eyes searching around the apartment to focus on anything but what she’s going to have to ask you. Nothing’s changed, really, in the two days she’s been gone. Except, everything has.

“Why did you kiss her?” She tries to be calmer. You raise your foot to step forward, but her eyes narrow and her steely glare wards you away. Billie whines, yawns, and slinks her way back to her bed, lying down with a grunt that says she is over her mum’s return and very much done with this argument. “Am I not enough?”

Suddenly, you see it. Her insecurity. The cracks in the porcelain, the bubbling magma waiting to erupt. She doesn’t think she’s enough for you. And you don’t know how to express how wrong she is.

“I…” Flo wants to snatch up your hesitation and scream and cry and run away, but she takes another deep breath and waits patiently. “I made a bad decision, and if I hadn’t have done it I think I would have been married to her.”

“Bad decisions do seem to be ending your relationships,” she sneers.

“No, you don’t understand.” You shake your head, trying to shake off the memory, trying to shake off the current situation. “Her sister’s funeral was scheduled for the day your A-level results came out. We were all so proud of you, because how the fuck does a seventeen-year-old balance A-levels and a movie? I told her I couldn’t go. She made me choose, said if I didn’t then we were over.” Flo was there. She knows exactly what choice you made.

She grimaces, feeling guilty. “I was so horrible to you that day.” She had ignored you throughout the entirety of the celebrations, jealous of a girlfriend that hadn’t even bothered to come, because you looked beautiful and she didn’t want to think about that.

Florence realises that she’s taken you for granted her whole life because of the same insecurity that is tearing you apart right now. “I had no doubt you’d ignore me, Floss, but I was there because not being there didn’t seem like an option.”

“But that’s different,” she whispers, back on track. Louder, she states, “you should have told me before you kissed her. I deserve to know when my relationships have ended.”

“It hasn’t ended.”

“You said you would have married her.”

Grappling for words, your volume spikes and she flinches. “But I didn’t! I’m not married, am I? And I’m not going to be married at all because my girlfriend won’t accept my proposals.” Flo laughs and then hates that you’ve made her do so. “I kissed Irén to say goodbye, because I never got to. We are not due for a goodbye kiss, ever, so stop trying to get one!”

“You should have thought about that before you—” Every single part of your body has told you to kiss her now, and who are you to ignore that?

Flo has missed you, and she cannot deny that.

She pulls away from you for a moment, finding it very hard to keep her frown when you look like that, “I’m still so cross with you,” she murmurs, “and I don’t want you to ever do it again. And Irén has to be told that, explicitly. And I… I want to meet her.”

“What?!”

“For coffee…? Not to kill her.”

“Why do you want to meet Irén?” you ask suspiciously. From one extreme to the other…

With an impish smile, Flo says, “That is none of your business. Just tell her that we should do it some time. I have a feeling she won’t be able to say no.”

“Fine.” She nods and you cup her cheek to return to your overdue kissing. You lean in but sigh and pull back. “Don’t kiss Irén,” you start, wondering if maybe that’s what Flo is planning. “I know I did, but you can’t. If you’re going to kiss anyone, kiss Saoirse Ronan. Or Scarlett Johansson.”

“Both are like sisters to me,” Flo groans as if you should know this.

“To you. If you kiss them, I’m doing it indirectly.” She rolls her eyes and pretends she never heard that. “No, forget that. That means you’ve kissed—”

“Bring it up and I’ll never stand remotely close to you again.” Flo shudders and you decide that it’s her being cold, not disgusted. You find her hand, slipping your fingers between hers. They feel like home.

She exhales slowly and her breath brushes your neck. You sigh. “You don’t think you’re my type.” Flo is surprised; she wasn’t expecting something so earnest and serious to come out of your mouth. “Why?”

“I’m not wrong, though, am I?” You shrug because her question is irrelevant. To reiterate what you’ve asked her, you begin to repeat it, but she interrupts tentatively, “everyone I have ever seen you with has fit perfectly into your life… seamlessly. They’re not carbon copies of each other, but they are all your equals. They match you in intelligence and complexity, they have lives that are thrilling to hear about but not overly dramatic. They went to boarding schools and they vote for the Green Party because they’re influential enough for a stupid cross on a piece of paper to not matter and they want nothing more from life because they have it all.” Her list renders her on the verge of tears. “I don’t have that.”

“Yet I am not in a relationship with any of them, because someone with everything has nothing to lose.” People like that don’t realistically have time to love someone other than themselves, because in order to have everything for yourself, you’ve got to stop focusing on others. Too many girls have acted as if you were disposable (sometimes you enjoyed it, but that’s not the point). “You don’t need to fit into a category of my exes unless you want to become one, Florence.”

She laughs — a shaky, chesty sound — and manages to wipe the tears that now seem to be rolling down her cheeks without remorse. “I love when you call me Florence.” You raise your eyebrows. “Do it again.”

“Florence.”

“Ooh.” You smile. She seems happier. You know she’s not going to immediately listen to what you said, but eventually it will get through to her. “Also, sometimes I wonder if you’ve ever had to defend any other of your girlfriends that much to your family, and sometimes I feel like I’m just Toby’s little sister to you, and I hate how you pretend your work isn’t draining and that you don’t get tired like the rest of us humans. Oh, and I think about how your admirers must hate me for dating you because I was talking to my very own posh friend, believe it or not, and she said you used to be a sought after bachelorette—” Embarrassed, she cuts herself off. “Let’s have sex right now.”

“What?”

She definitely hasn’t been abducted by aliens; rambling is very much a trait of hers.

“No, ignore all of that emotional, sorry-for-myself stuff. I haven’t seen you for two very long days. The whole movie is fucked, and I’d like to be too.” She continues sputtering like a dying car, trying to explain her demand further, but you lower your gaze to the navy sweatshirt she’s wearing. Billie lifts her head, both of you turning her way once you hear the jingle of the tag on her collar, but reads the room quickly and (concerningly) easily and goes back to her snooze.

“Is this mine?” You tug gently at the fabric between her chest. Florence nods; she took it from you in July, when you wouldn’t have noticed its disappearance. “You decide this relationship is over and you still wear my clothes?”

“I didn’t want it to be over,” she replies, irked by the jab. “I don’t want it to ever be over.”

You smirk. You could apply that to another situation. She presses her lips to yours again, a steady kiss, a pleasurable one. It’s you who bites down on her bottom lip gently, and it’s you whose tongue is in her mouth, not the other way round.

Flo can’t help but wonder how you kissed Irén. Was it like this? Is the way you kiss her reused, was it ever even original? Maybe you kissed Irén like this before you ever thought about her own lips. No, that’s not something you’d do. The way you smile into her when she sighs and moans can’t be what you do for every girl you’ve ever kissed. You didn’t love them.

All you’re thinking about is a way to get the sweatshirt off her without stretching the fabric. It was expensive, and if it becomes any more baggy it will drown her.

- - -

Despite the initial reaction, Florence allows for everything to be fixed pretty simply. Yes, she’ll secretly work through her emotions with Livvy, and you’ll do the same in your own way, but the relationship concerning the two of you seems to be strong enough to withstand two errors.

It takes two long conversations — one with Flo, one with Toby — to repair most of the damage, alongside a short phone call with Flo’s publicist, a woman who has no reason to like you and therefore does not, to convince her you’ll never be naughty again. Flo and you wonder if your relationship needs confirming, and after another phone call with her publicist, the woman acquiesces and allows her client to tell the world profoundly and proudly that the woman who fucks her is you. (She doesn’t exactly phrase it like that, but they all know.)

With that, it feels like she’s free to love you now, something that she hadn’t even realised had been restricting her. For instance, on a random Tuesday she throws jeans at you and takes you to a local restaurant, unafraid of the giggling teenage girls who approach to ask for a photo. You even take the photo.

Millie and you fly out to London a few days later, and you miss your girlfriend. She calls you during your meeting, the first time she’s had the chance in two days, and you end it to talk to her. No one appreciates that except for the two of you, but not a single soul dares to argue with your stern look.

You lean back against the leather desk chair, propping your legs up on the new glass table in the Chaos boardroom. “Hello,” you greet, smiling but not prepared to make the first needy comment. “You okay?”

“Yes!” She’s excited. It must be, what, four in the afternoon there? What could have possibly happened. “I have news. Good, great, FANTASTIC news.”

“Do tell.” You chuckle as she glazes over your tone.

“Justina called.”

Your silence isn’t promising at all. You find Flo’s words rather disappointing. You’d expected to hear she’d won an Oscar or something with that level of squealing. “Flossie, babe, I don’t know who Justina is. Why did she call?”

“Justina Blakeney, interior designer.” She sighs. “Y/n, the famous one who’s doing our flat.” Oh. Oh!

“Is she done?! Is it done?!”

“She said she’ll happily give you a tour today!” You wish Flo could be here to see it with you, because it’s something that should be done together. Your girlfriend picks up on your hesitation. “Hey, we’re wrapping next month. The London Film Festival is in October, so I get to be home for at least two weeks. You’re there now. Go look round, make it smell like you.”

“I’ll ring Toby to see if he’ll smoke with me.”

She laughs sarcastically, in a way that tells you to absolutely not do that. “Justina said to just meet her at the building. That way you can sort out the concierge service — you’ll be better at that than me.”

“Okay,” you agree, noticing the suits waiting outside. They try not to make it seem like they’re watching you, but they definitely are. Who is so important that the meeting ends early during a discussion about the entire management system? they must think. You roll your eyes. “I have to go. I will look around and sort everything once I am done with my meetings. Hopefully I can just go straight into working at the flat.”

“I’m glad it’s our flat.” You’ve set up a joint account for bills. Toby was in awe that she even got you to talk about money.

“Me too.” You can envision the way her soft, very kissable lips smile, hearing it in her voice. “I love you, yeah? Talk to you later.”

The meeting bursts back into session when they see you’ve hung up (technically it’s a new meeting, but it’s the same people talking about the same thing who have clearly all misheard your ‘this meeting has ended’ for ‘give me fifteen minutes and then continue to bore me to death’). You glance at Millie, satisfied with the notes she is taking.

Notes like that are handy, and you have her email them to you as you hail a black cab to take you to your new home.

It’s not too far from the Chaos head office, conveniently, and you know your city quite well. Especially seeing as it’s Holland Park, a twenty minute walk from your family home. That’s unfortunate because now you will have no excuse to avoid checking what has been stolen by the staff in the house.

You ask Flo why she bought a flat so close to where your mother lives, and Flo is in disbelief that your mother spends any time in the city, coming back at you with the question of her current location. Sheepishly, you text that she’s in Surrey, and find that your girlfriend does love to brag when she’s right. It’s not like Mum wants to see you anyway.

“Is this it?” the driver asks, his gruff voice sort of soothing once you realise what exactly you’re about to do. Not only is this the first permanent (to an extent) residence you will ever have, but it is shared with a woman you fall in love with more every time you think about her. Which is a lot. Meaning you love her a lot.

Justina, you presume, waves. You haven’t had a chance to look her up yet, and so you pretend not to see her for a moment, acting as if you are replying to a deathly important email, and search the web. Yes, that’s her. She’s American, she’s good at what she does. Known for colour. It comes as no surprise that Flo has chosen her, and you’re sure your girlfriend will adore the place.

“It’s so great to meet you!” she says enthusiastically when you emerge from the car. “Although, I did have to change half my designs when Flo called me. Congratulations. And props to you for letting her choose everything.”

You laugh. “I don’t mind what it looks like.” When you stay in hundreds of hotels, design becomes a blur. Nothing is special.

She leads you inside the building, giving you a brief rundown because they’ve been working on it for a while and seem to have good bearings if the happenings. There’s a swimming pool only accessible to the ten apartments in this block and a gym with new equipment. Justina mentions a cinema room, but doesn’t go into detail. You suppose Flo has designed your own private place to watch really, really bad horror movies — anything else is ‘watched’ in various states of undress paired with very inappropriate noises and activities.

Justina talks during the journey up the lift. “This place is pretty new. We looked at a few townhouses together, but she wanted a very specific vibe, and this place was great. I mean, your apartment has tons of space, and the whole complex is beautiful.” You nod. You know how to deal with interior designers and architects and such because of the hotels. “And we went for something really colourful.”

“How much designing did Flo do?” When did she do it? They’ve been working on this place forever. Flo is very particular and surprisingly fussy when it comes to her first-ever, real flat.

“Quite a lot!” Justina says happily, proud of her client’s enthusiasm. The doors ping open into a corridor with glass walls and plants everywhere you look. You walk a few paces forward, and then Justina turns right. Your new home has a hot pink front door.

“She definitely chose that.” It’s almost like Valentino paid her to do it. You smile. “Fifth floor.” You commit that to memory (it’s not difficult) and wait for Justina to pat herself down, presumably to find the keys. She pulls out a small keychain, handing it to you.

“It’s your place,” she explains. You grin. She didn’t expect you to show much emotion, but her heart grows from your pure, unbridled joy.

The door swings open and you feel consumed by Flo. Like, how will you ever miss her? The flat is her essence; her heart and soul. There’s a grand piano in the living room, a record player beside it. The sofas are all a different colour; green velvet to brown leather. Justina gives you a little tour, and you hang onto her every word, in awe of the place. Your place.

There are three bedrooms; yours and two for guests. Both guest bedrooms are safe from the speaker system in place, connected to the record player and your phones, and have views of the park. They smell like lavender, you note, and Justina is thrilled that you pick up on that. Each room has its own lavender bush.

Eventually, you get to your bedroom. On the outside, the door is the same black-painted wooden one that the other rooms have, but it’s deep blue on the inside.

Your bedroom is large but cosy, with a TV against one wall with a sofa facing it, and a bathroom on the other side.

The bed itself is massive and high up, and when you sit it feels like diving into a cloud. Justina clears her throat and glances upwards. You follow her eyes.

Flo has put mirrors on the ceiling.

You blush. “I gather she designed this one?” Justina nods.

- - -

“So where are you right now?” Flo is enjoying the modern technology that is FaceTime.

“The study. I’m supposed to be working.” As if your laptop is even open.

“I love what she’s done with the wallpaper. It’s beautiful.” It’s funky. “Is it practical, the room? Everything works?” For someone so far from a job like yours, she understands the office necessities. Maybe she memorised what goes in there while coaxing you out of the hotel’s version with varying methods on many occasions.

“Yes, it all works. I’ve sorted your clothes out roughly, and I need to start collecting mine when we stay at the hotels.” Your wardrobe is currently what’s in your suitcase. Chaos London has a few items you’d like to bring back, but you’re sure you have enough clothes between Budapest and Flo’s wardrobe to keep you going for a long time. “The mirrors on the ceiling were a nice touch.”

She smirks. “Can’t wait to be freed from the deadest book on Earth.” Dune is okay. You read it and it was so long. She tried and ended up on top of you with the book thrown across the room and the page number lost; a perfect excuse to never pick it up again.

“I bet I could fund a movie for you,” you brag, enjoying the look of horror that she gives you. “Can you imagine the headlines? Are you a gold digger or am I after fame?” Your joke has a truth to it, that lingers bitterly at the back of your throat. That’s what people currently like to debate. To them, your relationship can only be a play for power.

“On Saturday, I’m bringing Billie to you. She needs to get used to home.” You smile. Home. It’s home.

“And you? We need to christen every possible surface as soon as the universe allows us.”

“Latest I can book a flight for is Sunday evening. Up for a challenge?”

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