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OUT OF TIME ┆CL¹⁶

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : When in Singapore, it had become an annual tradition for Charles to hit you up after a race. And stupidly, you always found a way to agree.

𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : smut warning. profanities. unprotected sex. size kink if you squint. creampie. ykwim by now. beware of grammatical errors!

𝐚/𝐧 : partly inspired by the music video for Out of Time, so I recommend listening to that while reading :)

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From afar, you figured you should've seen this coming.

With your limited time to look around, you woke up thinking you had the chance to spend another day exploring Marina East before you set off on your departure to France for a runway in the morning.

But with how hectic your schedule has been– going from one place to another, it has completely slipped your mind that a highly anticipated event was taking place kilometers away from you.

‘Can I see you tonight?’

You bit your lip as you glared at the notification. Despite the number being unsaved, you were already sure on who it was, doubting that it could be anybody else other than the certain Monégasque you had met from the year before.

Singapore was known to be a small place, and that could've been a huge aspect on how you met Charles that night as he celebrated a podium finish in a bar. The conversation kept going, and so did the drinks, which led to him taking you back to his hotel, hands all over you.

And as dawn approached, he was gone.

You weren't so fond of the idea of hookups, perhaps you just didn't have the time to even bother trying. Though that totally contradicts how you met Charles two years ago, and how it's been a constant happening to see him once a year ever since that very night.

The problem is, you found it impossible to not give in, as he was always the one making the offer.

“I could've worn something better..” you sighed out, your tone a bit dejected.

Charles chuckled at your comment, his arms remained on your waist as he left a trail of kisses from your neck to your shoulders.

He looked at you from top to bottom, that subtle lick of his lips giving you a hint that he didn't mind at all, considering you wore nothing but a white; silk robe─ completely unprepared for his visit.

“You’ll always impress me, chérie.” he mumbled through your skin, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, simultaneously sending a rush of heat to your cheeks.

He had always been so gentle with you, taking his lovely time to admire you. And although he hasn’t done much yet, his mere touch was more than enough for you to realize how much you missed him. Which felt odd, knowing he hadn't crossed your mind until his message reached you tonight.

A lazy smirk danced on the corner of his lips, toying with the hem of your robe. “Easy access?”

“Mhm..” You couldn’t help but chuckle as you nodded, resting your chin on his chest, jutting your bottom lip out a bit. “Do you not like it?”

Charles smiled at the question, shaking his head ‘no’ as he leaned in again, this time deepening the kiss as your hands wandered through his shoulders and biceps.

“Oh, I love it, mon chou.”

A huge piece of you wanted to refuse. That surge of hesitation wouldn’t stop ringing in your head as he touched you, in ways you thought you’d never experience again. Especially with him.

As much as you wanted to stop, you couldn’t. Not when it felt too good to even pull away.

“Ah— fuck.” you hissed, throwing your head back as you clenched around his length, earning a groan from Charles. “So big, Cha..”

“Yeah? You like that?” he uttered breathlessly, gripping on your sides, his pace not faltering as he moved from behind you. You could barely recognize what he said as you batted your eyes shut, the pleasure muffling any sound coming your way.

Only a year had passed since you last saw each other yet you swore he had gotten girthier and.. bigger, you even questioned yourself if you could take it all. And, well.. it's quite a surprise that you did.

“Mm, missed you..” he whispered in your ear, watching closely as you shuddered beneath his touch, all the while feeling his ego boost up in seeing you like this. “So, so good for me, chérie.”

“Oh god, Cha─ yes, right there!” you cried out, gripping tightly on the sheets as you could feel your orgasm building up by the second. “‘m gonna─”

“I know, baby, I know..” he soothed, placing wet kisses on your cheeks, subtly feeling his own release as well. “Tell me where you want it.”

“Inside.. please.” you managed to murmur out, pleadingly.

“Mm, want me to fill you up?” just by mere words, your vision went blank and so did your mind. He was hitting all the right spots, not missing one bit as he bucked his hips.

“Oh, fuck─ yes, please!” you shuddered, face flat on the covers as you could feel yourself releasing on his cock, tingles scattering all over your body. It wasn't long enough until Charles did the same, earning one last mewl from you as he shooted his load inside you.

Charles pulled out, not once looking away as he watched his cum leaking out your swollen cunt, seemingly proud of his own work.

He plopped down the bed, pulling you closer as you attempted to recover your breathing. He placed a chaste kiss on your head, a smile forming on his face while he looked at you.

This was his way of celebrating, exclusively while in Singapore. And you had to admit, you didn't mind having to settle for being an annual thing. Even if it meant you won't be waking up with him on your side, no goodbyes exchanged.

At least, that was Charles' original and typical plan. As impossible as it sounds, you somehow wished he stayed for a tad bit longer.

“Chérie?”

You bolted your head at the sudden call of the familiar nickname, in the midst of putting your undergarments on.

It was much more earlier in the morning, and you figured leaving before Charles could would be your initial agenda. And not even halfway through, you already failed in doing so.

“Hey, morning.” you tried to act composed, disregarding the fact that he practically destroyed you last night, hence the soreness between your thighs.

“You're leaving me already?” Charles asked, a tone of humor lace onto his voice, regardless of still being drowsy.

“Well, someone's gotta go first. And I think I've had enough of it being you all the time.” you mused, pulling your skirt up.

Charles smirked at this, having no idea if you meant it or if sarcasm was the one speaking. But nonetheless, you weren't wrong. He was always the first to leave, and you understood why, despite your chest feeling a bit heavy in the process of everything.

“I have a flight to catch. Will you be alright?” you turned to him briefly, not sure where the concern came from.

“A kiss would be nice,” he suggested shamelessly, resulting in you rolling your eyes as you adjusted the handle of your suitcase.

“Last night would've been a nice moment to ask for that.” you muttered as you moved towards the door, twisting the doorknob open.

“Will I see you again?” Charles called out.

For a moment, you stopped before turning to glance at him. He was still propped up in your hotel bed, the white covers draped over his lower half, highlighting his sculpted arms and torso as his sleepy eyes waited for your response.

The idea of leaving without saying anything bugged you, though you also didn't want him to start anticipating either.

In a swift motion, you flashed him a tight-lipped smile, before exiting the door. A small click emitted soon after, leaving Charles alone with his pondering thoughts.

Though perhaps Charles got carried away with the thinking, or he may have expected too much.

A year has passed since that night in Singapore, and he hadn't heard much from you. Aside from the pictures he'd see online, that being the only source he'd use to guess if you were doing fine.

When he was back in the area, he sent a text similar to what he sent last year. But shockingly, he got nothing back.

And he knew he couldn't even be mad at that, knowing you never gave your word to him.

Regardless of that, he couldn't help but feel.. ambushed.

“Mon dieu..” (my god) Charles sighed, his head resting on the metal surface of the elevator. His eyes looked around, stopping to look at the floor indicator as the numbers went up.

Despite being the middle of the day, Charles' head was pounding, not being able to tell if it's the nerves or just the lack of sleep.

His eyelids were fluttering as he tried to stay awake, but with the elevator coming to a stop, he couldn't resist closing them.. just for a quick moment.

He could faintly hear the sound of clicking heels, judging someone had walked in due to the sudden whiff of designer perfume brushing past his nostrils as his eyes remained closed.

Within seconds, the elevator began to move again, bringing a hint of relief to Charles─ as if he already pictured himself slumbering.

“Tough week?”

His mind was barely awake, though one word from that familiar voice immediately broke him out of his thoughts, eyes opening to look.

That perfume. His breath hitched as he took in the sight of you, looking at him while a faint of a smile adorned your pinkish lips, similar to what you flashed him two years ago; in the same building.

He could easily tell a lot had changed about you. In all good ways, he was certain.

The length of your hair was a few inches longer now, as for the shade of your lips that was more maroon when he last saw you, now replaced with a rosey-like hue.

Even after everything, Charles felt stupid as it only took him a split-second to even recognize it was you.

Absent-mindedly, Charles found himself answering bluntly as he looked away, nodding.

“That's a way of putting it."

You simply hummed at this, bitterly reminded again at the fact that it was you who disappeared on him. But even so, you never once let go of the thought that he would understand why you did it.

It was only a matter of time before one of you had to break it off anyway.

“I heard about the engagement.”

Your knees shook uncomfortably as Charles spoke up. His tone was light, as if he was trying to not make it seem like he didn't swallow his pride to even turn his head back towards you.

"Congratulations." He added, showing a bit of a smile as he did.

You should've guessed he knows by now, although you didn't really think he'd still care to find out after so many months. And as you heard, he was allegedly in love, no way you could think he still gave a shit.

“Thank you.” you smiled, looking his way as both your hands remained behind you.

That odd feeling in your chest was hard to ignore as you breathed out. You weren't here to apologize, nor to explain further. It just so happens that Singapore wasn't the biggest place on earth, where you can easily reach people like a switch, even the person you slept with ages ago.

Charles kept trying to steal glances at you, often side-eying your figure as his eyes couldn't stay still. He wanted to say something, talk to you, or maybe even apologize for the sudden confession he left you to ponder on.

But he couldn't move an inch, quickly realizing his time was out as the elevator halted and dinged.

He heard your heels clicking again as you walked out, taking it as a sign to speak.

“Will I see you again?”

You bit your lip, that familiar question he once asked being repeated again. The same question that haunted you for months.

You stopped right in between the metal doors, refraining it from shutting as you looked over your shoulder. It didn't feel right to say it, but this time, you needed to give him an answer.

“I’ve already considered you as a guest, Charles.” you say, looking deeply into his emerald hues before blink away.

“Bring a plus one, I don't mind.”

And with that, you stepped out, facing his unreadable expression one last time. Charles didn't say anything, keeping his eyes on you as his pondering began to cue once more.

Slowly, the doors began to slide close─ until your frame was finally out of sight.

A small thud sound echoed as Charles laid his head back to the metal surface, closing his eyes again. He wondered if he had never chosen to flutter his eyes open by the sound of your voice, would that have saved him from such damage?

He really couldn't tell.

He always had plenty of time to look for you, yet he chose to keep you waiting.

[mazzystah]

SLUT! ┆CL¹⁶

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : All the hesitation about your relationship has finally made you think— it might just be worth it for once.

𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : fluff. slight profanities.

𝐚/𝐧 : I saw a post saying Charles is so 1989 coded, so..

re-blogs/likes are much appreciated!

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You hated the media. And that was given, considering the fact that it hated you, too.

Though you never took your chances in admitting it to the world, it was quite obvious. The media always had to say something, and these days, their target was you.

There’s never a time where you’d blame Charles for it though, despite him being a huge factor of it.

It was stupid. You recalled saying the same phrase to Charles, to which he’d just laugh at together with a chaste kiss to your temple, thinking that could ease you up, even just a bit.

But none of it mattered. It was always going to cross your mind.

“I—“

“Don’t.” sternly, you said, refraining Charles from completing his sentence as you pointed a finger his way. “I know what you're about to say.”

He looked at you for a split second, before the corners of his lips rose up to an amused smile. His intention was just to simply tell you that he loves you, nothing but a quick reminder he was used to saying everyday.

“Oh, so now I can’t say that, too?” he raised his brows, taking a step to approach you, not thinking twice in pulling you closer, despite your resisting.

You nipped on your bottom lip, not daring to embrace back as your thoughts were getting to you once more. “I didn’t say that..”

“Then let me say it. Hm?” he induced, feeling his hands roam around your waist and shoulders as he tried to catch your gaze— it always seemed to avoid him nowadays. “Tell me, what is it this time, chérie?”

You stared at him, quite an unreadable expression as you hesitated for a moment, unsure if you wanted to break it to him that it’s just the same damn thing bothering you.. again.

The Australian heat wasn’t helping your state right now as you could feel your mind go fuzzy every now and then. Charles had already told you to not even think of taking a peak on the thread of comments, yet self control got the best of you.

Simply stated, it happened again.

The race concluded moments ago, and you couldn’t be more proud of him for making it to the podium as you watched him celebrate with his team from afar.

As much as you didn’t want to ruin this for him, you figured waiting further before talking to him was just going to make things worse.

You fiddled with your fingers as you walked up to where he stood, momentarily reminding yourself that you had to do it before you could think of turning back.

Right from the corner of his eyes, Charles had noticed you walking over, his smile seemingly going wider by the sight of you. He muttered a smell ‘hey’, grabbing ahold of your hand as you grew closer, pulling your knuckles to place a small kiss on top of it.

“I was just looking for you..” he whispered, looking directly at you as his thumb caressed your hand.

The way his gaze lingered─ it mentally made you do a double take, all the while thinking if this was the right thing to do. The hesitation increased thoroughly as you felt him pull you closer through your shoulders. Just before he can lean in, you spoke.

“Can we talk?” you sounded a bit shaky, and you hoped Charles didn't notice a bit of that. “Just the two of us.. please?”

Charles tilted his head to the side, as if he was asking you why through his expression. But brushing the suspicion off, he agreed, taking your hand to lead you someplace far from the crowd.

“I missed you..” he must've had the wrong idea as you felt his arms creep up on your waist, finally having the chance to finish his gesture from earlier. Your stomach churned as you felt his lips on your cheek, placing soft pecks every now and then.

“I have to tell you something.” you announced, gathering his full attention as he pulled back to look at you.

“Mhm, go on.”

You purse your lips, looking down on your hands. “Well─ I don't think we should continue this relationship.”

Charles' expression dropped immediately. “What?”

“Look, it's not your fault, Cha–” you explained, cutting yourself off mid sentence as you sighed. “It's them. The media."

The goddamn media.

The Monégasque looked at you for a second, before letting out a laugh, seemingly finding your need to break up funny.

“Charles, I'm serious..” you say, almost coming out as a whine as your expression was still blank. You looked as his grin slowly faltered into a small smile. He stepped closer, grabbing ahold of your chin.

“I never said you weren't.” he said, pulling a few strands of hair back to reveal your face more. “And if I remember, we already talked about this, no?”

“I know we have─

“Then why, cherie?” he interrupts, remaining calm as he looks at you, intently.

You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing but a small scoff came out as you shook your head. “I can't afford to be called a slut anymore, I just─”

Barely finishing your own sentence, you squeeze your eyes shut, placing a hand on your temple. “I get that I can always look away whenever and not listen, but I don't want to risk ruining this for you─ not like this, no.”

“And if it's worth it?” Charles countered, to which you bitterly chuckled as a response.

“It’s not, and it won't be, Charles.”

“What if it is?” he urged, placing a hand on your cheek to make you look at him. You could feel your lips tremble as you looked up, you didn't see why he would risk such a thing, especially because of you.

But now, it was hard to make up excuses, knowing that's all you've been giving Charles nowadays, to which he'd always debunk so easily.

Because in all honesty, he couldn't care less of what they might say. No comment or article was going to change the way he looked at you.

“Oh, amour,” he cooed, placing his lips on yours, batting his eyes shut. “Always so worried..” He chuckled softly, contagiously making you smile as well.

“It's stupid.” there it was, the same phrase he's been hearing from you all week. Charles shook his head, laughing as he pulled you closer.

You gazed at each other, suddenly seeing his lips lift up into a smirk as you narrowed your eyes at him. “You're not about to say it, are you?”

“Are you giving me permission?” he teased, tilting his head a little– all the while rolling your eyes at him.

“You were going to do it anyway..” you groaned, placing both your arms around his neck.

Charles’ grin remained, a feeling of relief washing over him as he realized─ he can finally say it without you having to doubt.

“Je t'aime, chérie.”

[mazzystah]

JUST FOR A BIT ┆CL¹⁶

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : A night out with some colleagues does sound enticing to you, —though it’s hard to leave for the night when your boyfriend seems to have other plans in mind.

𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : smutty, profanities, breast play, nothing extreme :) beware of grammatical errors!

𝐚/𝐧 : first post, though an old plot :p

re-blogs/likes are much appreciated!

Every once in a while, you’d somehow find yourself feeling tense, mentally and physically. And ironically, that’s all you’ve been feeling for the past couple of weeks.

Perhaps it was due to work? Your lack of sleep? Or the fact that you haven’t laid out some stress in a while? You had to admit, it was everything. 

And that’s when the idea to go out for the night came upon you. Just thinking of the pressure being lifted off your shoulders in a click with a few drinks, excites you furthermore. And so, you wasted no time to invite a few people, perceiving the possibility that they themselves could use the same remedy. 

Surprisingly, Charles was home for the weekend, and you had already told him about this days prior, and he appears to have no complaints about it — and even said it was a good idea. 

But then again, that was days ago. Because tonight, it suddenly felt like his mind changed about it. 

“You’re gonna make me late..” You mumbled out with a soft laugh as you tried to get out of Charles’ grip. To which you failed, miserably. 

“Mm, just a minute..” He muttered back, his voice a little gruff as his arms remained on your waist, slow breaths fanning over your exposed neck as you stood there, holding it together─ in fear that you might just give in. “You’re leaving me alone for the night, at least let me get a good look at you, amour.”

A small scoff left your lips, “You said the same thing minutes ago, Cha.”

Instead of responding, Charles lifted his head from your neck as he began to walk backwards, leading you both to the couch, you plopping down on his lap, straddling him. 

That alone striked as a signal for you to get up and leave, knowing deep down this was not going to last for a minute. 

You should’ve known he was bound to act this way once you finished getting ready. Just the view of you in that thin-strapped mini dress was enough to arouse him within seconds. There was no way he was letting you out the door any time soon.

Your eyes trailed down, feeling his hand on your thigh, sliding dangerously higher as he busied himself leaving wet kisses on your neck and shoulders. 

“Charles..” You said, a hint of disappointment as you huffed, your body going a bit cold with his touch.

“What? Just for a bit.” He says, feigning innocence as he tilted his head a bit. “They won't mind waiting.” 

You knew the tendencies of him being so.. clingy, especially with him being away most of the time. And you didn't mind, not one bit. Though tonight's different, and you were really looking forward to a few shots. 

Sadly, that's gonna have to stay on hold for a moment. 

Briefly, you turned to glance at the clock on the wall, but before you could even process the time, Charles got ahold of your jaw, gently pushing your head to look at him.

“This’ll be quick..” He said with a smirk, leaning in to press a kiss on the corner of your lips. “I promise.” 

As ironic as it may be, things were never quick with Charles. At least not when it comes to things like this. Though you knew better than to resist as his hands toyed with the straps of your dress, slowly sliding it down, the rest of the dress gradually followed, revealing your bare breasts to him. 

You watched as his eyes intently roamed your torso as the silk-like material slid down, mouth slightly agape as his tongue poked the inside of his cheek.

“I’ll show you..” He trailed off, leaning in to leave subtle kisses on your jaw, the tip of his tongue brushing ever so slightly as his hands groped on your breasts. “..What you’ll miss out on once you get out of the door.”

“Would you like that, baby?” 

You bit your lip at his words, trying to suppress any moans from slipping. Charles needed no response from you as your hips started to move, creating friction— growing more and more desperate. 

You swore you could see Charles’ smirk go wide as your back arched, suddenly feeling his tongue swirling around your hardened bud as he suckled on it continuously. Goosebumps scattered around your figure, feeling his stubble rub against your skin, adding more to the sensation. 

“Ah fuck— yes..” You whimper, the plans you made, now long forgotten as you grabbed a fistful of his hair, pushing his head further to your chest. 

“So pretty, cherie.” He hissed, pulling away from your chest as his thumbs played with your buds, now a little damp from the work of his mouth. “Tell me you want this, ange.”

You muttered something incoherently as if you were drunk on something. Charles hummed at this, amused as you kept on grinding on him. “Come on, tell me what you want, hm?” 

A soft mewl left your lips as you tried to respond, eyes gently fluttering as he latched his mouth back to your breasts, making it even harder for you to answer. 

“I..” You stammered out, knowing you were about to give in at any moment now. “I need you, please.” 

Charles pulled back with a cocky grin, leaning in for a proper kiss, his hand behind your head, deepening it before pulling away, panting. 

“Here I was thinking you needed a night out.” He chuckled dryly, as if he was mocking you─ swiftly sliding his hand under your dress, pressing a thumb on your clothed heat, pushing the lace material to the side. 

“Just needed to be fucked, huh?” 

You've never seen him be so determined. Determined to make you stay, determined to make you forget about the plans you had.

And needless to say, his determination was working.