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ccsainzleclerc5516 · 1 year ago

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Lovers

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader (y/n)

Warnings: smut!!, cheating

the background of the story: a few months ago you decided to visit your friend Sophie who lives in Monaco. Sophie has been in a relationship with Carlos for a while, and his teammate Charles is in a relationship with a girl (Ava) who isn't with him for the right reasons and doesn't really care about him. due to a combination of circumstances, you stayed in Monaco to live in Sophie's apartment and started running social networks for Ferrari, filming behind the scenes and similar things. From the very beginning, you and Charles have a love-hate relationship. He keeps sending you mixed signals and you never know where you're standing with him. A few weeks before you locked yourself out of the apartment, you shared a kiss that you couldn't stop thinking about…and neither could he.

Y/n's POV

After about half an hour of waiting in front of the locked door, the elevator opens and the eagerly awaited Charles steps out. Of course he had to be the one to come and 'save' me because who else would it be? Our relationship has not changed much in these months. Somehow I also accepted that that kiss happened once and that was it. After all he is taken so I forced myself to stop thinking about him entirely.

As he steps out of the elevator, at first he doesn't say anything but just smirks at me.

"Please, just don't say anything." I say as he comes in front of me pulling out the keys from the pocket of his jeans. He was looking as handsome as always wearing a simple white oversized t-shirt and light washed baggy jeans. No one could ever pull off rings, bracelets and sunglasses the way he does with his perfectly messy curls.

"Y/n." He says putting the key into the lock. "Wasn't going to." As the door finally opens I see smoke coming from the kitchen. My lasagna..

"No, no, no, no!" Horrified and worried, I start repeating, running towards the kitchen, begging God that I didn't set someone else's kitchen on fire and that only the lasagna was harmed.

"What is happening?" Charles runs after me.

"Oh thank God.." I breathe a sigh of relief when I see that nothing is burning in the kitchen except for my lasagna, which turned completely black.

"What exactly are you thanking God for?" He asked mockingly, watching me take the tray of unrecognizable lasagna out of the oven.

"I'm thanking Him for not accidentally setting this whole apartment on fire."

"You're a real danger Y/N." He laughs leaning over the counter. "Like in every possible way." And I join him. I feel like I'm in love with these so beautiful and yet so rare moments of laughter with Charles.

"Thank you for coming here with the keys. I really don't know how else I'd manage to enter the apartment since Sophie and Carlos are in Madrid."

"That lasagna would be a nice thank you for having to come here, but since you're such a great cook.." He mocks again, but I don't mind it.

"Oh stop it!" I wave my hand and open the fridge to see what's left in there. "Well, I don't have anything else left to offer you except beer?"

"I'll take it."

One beer for me, one for him, one for him, one for me, and then again one for him, one for me and so the hours went by without even realizing that it was already dark outside. We were sitting on the floor on the carpet in front of the couch. The TV was on, but we got into talking so much that no one paid attention to it.

"I still can't believe Carlos and Sophie are getting married." Charles says taking another sip from the bottle.

"I personally think it's a bit too fast 'cause they've been together for only like a year, but if they feel like that's it, then I'm all for it. He's head over heels for her."

"Yeah, I guess when you know you know."

"Besides, it's perfect timing since she's pregnant with him so-"

"What?!" At that moment I realize that my tongue works faster than my mind and I pour out Sophie's secret to Charles.

"Oh no no! Forget it please!" I don't know what was I trying to achieve with this? Maybe erase his memory?

"Sophie's pregnant? Carlos is going to be a dad?!" He asks unable to wrap his mind around the fact.

"Yes, yes they're having a baby, but please be quiet about it because literally no one knows but me. Carlos is just about to find out."

"Oh my God..I can't believe it." I notice that his face drops a bit. He doesn't seem all that excited about the rather exciting news. After all Carlos is his best friend. Or at least one of them.

"What?" I ask. "Aren't you excited for him?"

"I am, of course. But it just got me thinking how so much good things is happening to him - he's getting podiums, every weekend he gets better and better, he's getting married, now excepting a child and then I'm over here feeling like I'm fucking stuck in a place..I don't know." This is the first time that after 3 and a half months of knowing Charles he is showing his vulnerable side. He is finally opening up to me and we're finally having a meaningful conversation.

"Why are you feeling stuck in a place?"

"I don't know how to explain it. Nothing's pushing me forward, I feel empty. I feel like I'm waiting on something, but it's not coming." I'm trying to read between the lines what he is trying to tell with this, but unsuccessfully. "I'm fucking struggling."

"Charles.." I listen to him with a heavy heart and wish to hug him and wipe the sadness away. "I'm sorry that you feel this way. What about Ava? Shouldn't she be your motivation?"

"She should be my motivation." He says with a sneer. "Except that's not the case. I once wanted her to be the one to push me forward, but now I'm not even sure if I want it to be her. She's never fucking there and I got tired." I remember when Lando said that he's never talking about his relationship with them and yet here he is talking about it to me, almost a stranger to him, even though it's obviously painful for him to share his feelings.

"If the relationship no longer makes you happy and fulfilled, then why not put an end to it?" I honestly ask him dying to know his answer.

"It's not as simple as it seems. She's Ava Wolff." He says taking a look at my eyes. "And I would like to change the subject now."

"Okay." I decide not to push it. The time will come when he will say that too. "But, just so you know I like you tonight." I say trying to light up the mood and succeed when he chuckles.

"Really? Well I guess better late than never. But, just so you know I've liked you since the Monaco GP." He says and starts playing with the red bracelet I gave him that day for good luck remembering how devastated he was that day because he didn't perform well and his girlfriend wasn't even there at his home race.

I start to stir in place from his words trying to hide the fact that he made me blush. He notices it anyway and pulls himself closer to me.

"Why are you so nervous?" He asks calmly looking straight at me as I tried to look anywhere but his mesmerizing green eyes.

"I'm not." I say quite softly and uncertainly. He scoots even closer to me, so close that I can feel the warmth of his breath on the skin of m neck. He is facing me while I am facing the TV. My heart is beating so harsh I can feel it pounding against my rib cage.

"Y/n.."

"Hm?"

"I've been trying really hard to forget about it," He says, referring to the kiss we shared, as he moves a strand of my hair behind my ear and keeps his palm on my cheek. "I just can't seem to." Before I can even think of anything to say, our eyelids slightly start closing and our lips meet.

At that moment everything becomes less important, neither of us breaks the kiss, we decide to save the "this is wrong" and "we shouldn't, we have to stop" for later.

He kissed me so delicately, his lips softly brushed mine. He was so careful caressing my cheek with his thumb and the kiss was so tender leaving me wanting more.

"Charles.." I breathe out whispering.

"Don't overthink this, please. I'm dying to kiss you over and over again." His words were enough to erase any doubt in me whether I wanted this or not. They got me hooked eagerly wanting more of whatever this was. Once the kiss turned from gentle to passionate, then firmer and more determined, I knew I desperately needed him in every way that there is.

"I want you." I was trying to refrain from moaning since he hasn't even touched me properly yet and I was already a mess.

"You have me so easily. Come here." He pulls me into his lap so I straddle him without breaking the kiss. I worked my mouth against his while his hands were roaming my body under my oversized t-shirt. Once he reached the bra clasp he stopped for a second to take a look at my eyes asking for permission to remove it.

"Take it off." I whisper and seconds later the bra was thrown to the side. With one hand he cupped my breast and with the other he pulled me down making me grind on his stiffened crotch. He threw his head back groaning as I pressed myself against him.

"Fuck, take these off." He says tugging at the hem of my shorts. I obediently do as he orders, taking my t-shirt off along the way and in a matter of seconds I'm sitting in his lap only in my panties completely revealing myself to him. He takes a second to admire my naked body with hungry eyes and slightly parted lips eyeing me up and down.

"You're so beautiful, fuck." My heart flutters at his sweet comment even though I didn't want him to be sweet-talking to me. I wanted him to tell me how much he wanted me, what he would do to me, and how he wanted to have me.

His hand found its way to my panties rubbing me over them feeling the now already damp lace fabric. "You're soaking, is this for me? Have I made you feel this wet?" He wasn't even trying to hide the smug on his face. I gasp at his words and his touch, but he wanted to hear me. "Answer me."

"It's all for you." He pulls my panties aside and starts rubbing small and slow torturous circles on my clit.

"This isn't the first time that you're wet for me now is it?" He murmurs against my lips and I gulp panting. "I know it isn't. I know you've been thinking about me." He glides his fingers over my wet folds up and down before he slips his middle finger inside me. I wince at the the coldness of his finger, but soon start moving my hips against his hand.

"Look at you.. So hot, so eager for me. I've been getting hard thinking about you and your innocent lips wrapped around me even though they're anything but innocent." He slips another finger inside me and I almost finish right away at the profanities that he's telling against my skin. I start to unbutton his pants while he takes of his shirt. He lifts himself up on the couch and I stay down on my knees between his legs. I pull his boxers down his legs revealing the long shaft that sprung off his hitting his lower stomach. I decided to tease him a little and start working my tongue everywhere but the tip where he needed me the most. Once again he throws his head back in pleasure desperate for my touch around him and I enjoy every second of listening him moaning my name. I lick his balls and gently dig my nails into the skin of his thighs. He tries to grab himself, but I stop his hand and put it back on the side.

"Wrap your lips around me, you're driving me insane." I smirk as I see him on almost begging for me. It doesn't take long until I do ad he pleases taking his shaft and giving it a few strokes before I start bobbing my head up and down paying special attention to his aching red tip.

"You're taking it so well for me, so fucking beautiful." His words are prompting while he's moving hair out of my face and collecting it into a ponytail so he can lead my head. I continue doing what I was fastening my pace until he stops me taking my chin between his fingers.

"I don't wanna cum like this and if you continue I sure fucking will. I need to feel you around me. Do you want me to fuck you, hm?"

"Yes, Charles fuck I do." I pant as the aching feeling between my legs rises. He pulls me up by my elbows and I straddle him again as he pulls me again for another long kiss his tongue fiercely wrestling mine. He takes his shaft into his hand prepping it a bit before positioning it on my center. I don't wait for him to pull me down on him, I do it myself rolling my hips against him at first slowly so I can adjust to his length and enjoy every second of the feeling of him inside of me.

"Yes baby ride me, you're so good for me. You do it so good." Butterflies errupt in my stomach at him calling me baby. His thumb brushes over my lower lip and I hold onto his hand. His other hand slides down to rub circles on my clit again and I feel my legs starting to shake.

"Oh Charles, Charles.." I cry out his name clenching around him.

"Eyes on me." He lifts up my chin making me look him in the eyes while I come undone around him and he starts working his hips upwards wanting to prolong my climax. I try to squirm away as the excessive feeling of pleasure overwhelms me and sensitivity takes over. Charles stops me by tightly wrapping his strong arms around me hugging me and hiding his face in the crook of my neck leaving trail of small gentle kisses.

"That's it. You're doing so well for me. Can you keep going?" I nod my head yes and he's quick to turn me over and lay me down onto the couch. He pulls himself out of me and presses himself against my stomach his lips never leaving my neck. I tug on his hair with one hand and with the other slide my nails down his back.

"Kiss me." I plead and he does so. He teases me with his tip going over my now too sensitive and wet folds.

"Will you be able to cum for me one more time?"

"I don't know.." I whisper with a trembling voice. "But I don't wanna stop." That's all it takes for him to push himself deep inside me tiredlessly working his hips in and out of me.

"You're so fucking tight." He attaches his lips to my hard nipples flicking his tongue arounf them and nibbling on them making me whine out his name.

"Charles..oh yes."

"So fucking hot hearing you moan my name." He says. "Fuck, what you do to me..Touch yourself for me."

I slide my hand between us down to my clit making quick circular movements and the sight of me touching myself drives him completely crazy it has him rolling his eyes and panting.

"Fuck, baby I'm close, I'm gonna cum." He starts moving his hips faster hitting my walls making me clench myself around him and screaming out his name as I finish one more time. Seconds later he pulls out stroking himself at fast pace and cumming all over my stomach.

Barely catching his breath he gives me a peck on the lips before falling onto me and I close my eyes playing with his locks.

Leaving Charles on the couch, I get up and head towards the bathroom. I slide down my now completely soaked panties and step inside the shower. As the lukewarm water hits my skin, I let out a deep breath and close my eyes letting myself go through all the emotions that have accumulated in me in the last few hours.

Guilt washes over me because I don't feel guilty and because I know I'd do this all over again with him. I have never before experienced something so passionate, sensual, exciting and satisfying, something that left me wanting more of him. I find myself smiling thinking about him and what we just did, but even though i don't want to let myself expect anything, I forgive myself this time because i'm still under the impression of him tightly gripping my body, kissing me all over my neck and calling me 'baby'.

I hear the sound of the shower door opening and soon Charles' hands are resting on my waist and his lips are pressing against my shoulder. I smile tilting my head to the side.

"You're washing me off yourself already?"

"I was hoping you'd come." I turn to face him wrapping my arms around his neck. He leans in to kiss me only this time slowly and gently. "Can I ask you something?" I ask and he nods. "Are you drunk?" He chuckles at my somewhat funny question. It was clear to me that he couldn't get drunk from 3 cans of beer, I just wanted to check how aware he was of our actions. I wanted to get out of him how he felt about this, I wanted him to tell me something, even though at the same time I was afraid of what I would hear. I didn't want anything to ruin these moments, even though I was very curious and impatient.

"Drunk off of you only." I blush leaning my head into the crook of his neck, but he sensed what I was getting at. "Let's not think about anything and enjoy the moment, okay?" He presses a kiss to my forehead and I feel relieved although on the verge of overthinking this.

"Are you tired?" He asks quietly against the skin of my neck.

"A little bit." I gasp letting my eyes close. "Why?" Just as I asked the question, I felt him slowly pressing himself against me.

"Because I can't get enough of you." His tonuge slides over my bottom lip asking for permission and I let him in without any hesitation. "I want to hear you moan my name again." He says into my ear abruptly turning me around and pressing me against the shower wall. He pushes himself inside of me and starts thrusting in and out again further and further.

"Charles.." The slapping of our wet skin echoed throughout the bathroom.

"How are you so tight, fuck.." His pace picked up and I could feel both of us were close. "I'm close baby, I'm not gonna last long."

My back was arched and I held onto the glass with my palms. Soon my legs started shaking and his hips stuttering against me as we both finished at the same time. The moans filled the small space inside the shower as we were coming down from our highs. I was so weak, the strength in my legs long gone I would've fallen down if he hadn't held me.

"Are you okay? Talk to me." He asks gently caressing my cheek.

"I am." I smile assuring him with a kiss. "Let's take a shower and go to bed okay?"

"Okay."

After we showered and dried off with towels, we went to my room and got into bed. Neither of us said anything, he just pulled me close and held me tight around the waist as if I was going to run away any second. There wasn't even any need to say anything. Being in his arms, feeling his breathing on my skin felt so safe, so intimate that I wished this would never end.

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greenwitchfromthewoods · 24 days ago

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Hey, I love your writing it is amazing ! Can you please write a story about Marcus acacius being in a political match with a reader from a city he conquered ? ❤️❤️

warnings: +18, some nudity, some kissing, some wine, forced marriage, mentions of war and death

note: I don't know if you'll like it, sweetie. rather boring. but thank you very much for this message with a request, it was good to take my mind off everyday life.

General Marcus Acacius [masterlist]

marriage l General Marcus Acacius

The golden bracelets fell with a loud clatter to the bottom of the ornate metal bowl.

"This is unacceptable." You repeated for the umpteenth time that day and probably the thousandth time in the past few days. "I don't know who could have allowed this to happen. This is..."

You were at a loss for words, so all you could do was groan loudly with suppressed rage. "If I were a man..."

"But you're not, my lady. If you were a man, your head would have been impaled on a spear and exposed to public view long ago." Ava, your servant, approached you and slowly began to remove the next pieces of jewelry that adorned you. "General Acacius seems quite..."

"I don't care." You interrupted her quickly, and seeing the smile, you asked quickly "Do you know anything more? Tell me."

The fighting lasted a long time and many people died. Fire, death, screams and the clatter of steel. Finally, the sun disappeared, covered by a huge cloud of black smoke. The Roman Empire came and claimed the land you were born and lived on. With blood and sword, as they were wont to do.

The city was conquered. You could no longer defend yourselves, it was pointless. Nothing could resist such power and strength.

You saw it all, but you didn't know that your fight wasn't over. When you were informed that as part of a political agreement with the occupiers, you were to marry the general who commanded this army, you were furious.

"My lady." the man who brought you this news bowed deeply "It is necessary. The city will gain protection. The people will be safe."

You could still smell the smoke, it permeated you. You saw the ruins and women mourning their loved ones. You knew he was right.

The first time you saw General Marcus Acacius was when he entered the city with his army and officially took over its rule. He was a tall, broad-shouldered man with a prominent nose and curly hair sprinkled with gray. You didn't like him.

You saw him for the second time during the wedding ceremony. He had beautiful brown eyes, and his hands grabbed yours with unusual gentleness for a soldier. He tried to smile at you, but you were too proud, too angry and too scared.

You had to look at him with a mixture of all these feelings, because he lowered his gaze and didn't dare to look into your face again that evening.

You knew, however, that he was watching you. You felt his gaze on you, but you didn't take off the mask you put on. You wanted him to feel that you did it out of compulsion, that you didn't want such a husband, that he didn't even deserve your attention.

Ava carefully put down the necklace decorated with precious stones and looked at you with strange excitement.

"You know, my lady, that several of our servants were sent to serve high-ranking soldiers." you nodded "I spoke to the one who served General Acacius."

You frowned. "Did he hurt her? Those barbarians shouldn't..."

But she shook her head. "He didn't do anything." she replied. "Kayi served him in the bath, and the General didn't even touch her with a finger, didn't spare her a glance. She expected that after such long battles, the presence of a woman would be provocative for him, but no. He dismissed her."

"What does that mean?"

"I have no idea." Ava sighed. "But you, my lady, will find out tonight. General Acacius is your husband now."

You almost jumped when you heard the door to your chamber slam. He was here with you, you couldn't escape anymore. The footsteps indicated that he had crossed the room and approached the table where the wine was. You watched him closely from the bed you were sitting on.

The armor he was wearing shone. The precise hands of the servants must have taken care to wash the blood and dirt off it. You saw that the General poured the wine into two goblets, then turned and slowly headed towards you.

"It's been a long evening. You must be tired, my lady." His voice was pleasant, low and enveloping. You hesitantly took the goblet from his hand.

"Indeed." You replied. "I think there's still a lot ahead of us."

General Acacius looked at you with interest. "Do you think so? I saw how contemptuously you look at me." you didn't look down even though you felt the heat creeping up your neck "I don't blame you. I even expected it. I would be surprised if a woman like you welcomed the occupier with open arms. I wouldn't be surprised if you have a hidden dagger under your robe."

"Do you want to search me, General?" you looked at him defiantly. You thought about stabbing him in bed, but what then? The Romans would raze the city to the ground, not a stone would be left on a stone, and the inhabitants would end up slaughtered or as slaves.

"I believe you are reasonable." he took a sip of wine without taking his eyes off you, and you did the same "Call me Marcus."

"And what do you want to call me?"

"With your name. Or as you wish. Morning breeze? Favorite of the gods? Goddess? Beloved..." he took the goblet from your hand and placed it on a small table by the bed. "From the first moment I saw contempt in your eyes and I knew I deserved it. You don't greet someone who brought you war with flowers."

Marcus took off the cape that was thrown over his shoulders and carelessly threw it on the chair.

"This marriage wasn't my idea." he continued taking off more elements of his armor. "But I won't hide that when they showed me you I thought that the gods were really kind to me. But who am I to be worthy of someone like you..."

"You are the General of the invincible Rome." you stood up and walked up to him. Your hands were shaking, but you tried to hide it as you started to untie the straps at his side, his gaze was piercing you, you could almost feel it under your skin. "You conquered us. Such marriages are something that gives hope for peace and rebuilding what was destroyed. If I were a man, you would not have such mercy."

"But you are not. You are much more."

You raised your gaze to him. You could drown in his eyes, in this trembling candlelight they were like a dark well, but it did not scare you, quite the opposite. You immersed yourself in them slowly. With great care you took off his breastplate and carefully placed it on his cape.

"I don’t expect you to give yourself to me." Marcus said as you reached for the next straps. "I couldn’t be so impudent, greedy or..."

"You didn’t touch any of our servants. Why?"

Your question caught him off guard. "And should I?"

"Others would not hesitate."

"Or maybe something much more valuable was offered to me?" you frowned trying to understand his words. A small smile spread across his lips. "You, my lady."

Another piece of his armor fell to the floor. You didn't look away from his face though.

"I will not take you by force. I am not a barbarian."

"We must fulfill our duty to the gods. Otherwise, our marriage will not be accepted by them, or Rome..."

You gasped in fear as his hand grabbed your chin and turned your face to him. "Your body belongs to you. I have no right to it."

"As a husband..."

"As a husband, I would be honored if you allowed me to worship you, but I will not take you by force. You have my word."

You could feel that he was telling the truth. Every word that left his lips was a promise that you knew he intended to fulfill. Marcus stood before you in a burgundy tunic that he wore under his armor. If you had a dagger hidden under your robes, you could stab him, you knew exactly how to do it.

You only whispered. "I trust you, Marcus. I don't know why, but I do."

He felt you tighten your fingers on the fabric he was wearing and began to remove it from him. You were slowly revealing his body. Skin kissed by the sun, a wide chest and strong arms. He saw your eyes flicker quickly down his chest straight to his half-hard cock.

"Forgive me, my lady, but if you saw yourself the way I see you, you would understand."

"I'll take that as a compliment." you replied.

Your hands reached for the ribbon that wrapped around your waist and after a moment the thin robe you were wearing slid off almost silently.

If Marcus was lying, you would have seen it in his gaze. But it wasn't there. And something strange began to form in your heart toward this man. You began to see him. Him, the man who stood before the woman and asked her for mercy. His body quivered as your hand rested on his chest.

"I should hate you, Marcus." You said quietly. "You brought war, death and tears. But looking at you I don't see it in your eyes, I don't feel it in you. We both can be pushed by the current of our history."

"If you had met me at a different time, could you..."

"Love you?" Your fingertips traced familiar patterns on his skin. "I don't know. Maybe."

He bowed his head slightly, his hand tenderly brushed your arm, sending a pleasant shiver through you. "And now?"

"I think time will give us that answer."

Something in your voice, touch and gaze made the thought he had been holding inside for so long come to the surface. A warm hand cupped your cheek, his thumb stroking your delicate and soft skin. "Just let me taste you once. I'm not asking for more."

You nodded, and he didn't hesitate. His lips crushed yours. He tasted you like you were the sweetest fruit in the world, the most perfect wine or a fresh breath of air. Your legs went soft so you clung to his solid body. The heat of his skin transferred to you at a fast pace.

And Marcus kissed you, his tongue slipped between your plush lips claiming another territory, but it was supposed to be only his. Only his.

You moaned quietly, a strong arm wrapped around your waist giving you stability and a sense of security.

Gods! If you had any doubts, they flew out of you at that moment. But it was Marcus who regained his senses. With no small effort he tore his lips from yours.

"If you give me more, I won't be able to hold back." he whispered "You're safe with me, I'll give you the world. I'll give anything in the hope that you'll be favorable to me."

"Then let's take this step together, Marcus." You replied just as quietly. "Let's see where this path leads. My husband."

And he knew he was lost.

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