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aceyalonso · 5 months ago

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viii - i could see you being my addiction

chapter summary : where you and oscar finally talk it out after each other for a whole day, and may or may not have fucked it out too

alternative summary : oscar proves how much he loves y/n (in more ways that just confessing)

warnings : swearing, smoking, smut, unprotected sex (always use a condom guys!), oral (fem!receiving), the TINIEST bit of overstimulation

word count : 8.8k

a/n : wow they finally fuck

song : i can see you - taylor swift

Friday, 10:41 PM

Y/n spends the rest of the evening trying to distract herself from her thoughts and feelings. She watches movies on her laptop, trying to immerse herself in different worlds and stories. But no matter how engaging the film is, her mind keeps wandering back to Oscar.

She can’t help but replay the events of the day in her mind, especially the kiss they shared. She finds herself getting lost in memories of his lips on hers, his hands on her arms, the possessive look in his eyes. She tries to shake the memories away, but they stubbornly persist.

As the hours pass, Y/n starts to feel tired from the emotional rollercoaster of the day. But despite her tiredness, she finds it hard to fall asleep. Her mind continues to race with thoughts of Oscar, and she can’t seem to quiet her emotions or her body’s reaction to his memory.

She tosses and turns in her bed, feeling a mixture of frustration and desire. She knows that she needs to talk to Oscar and clear the air between them, but she’s not sure how to approach the subject. She’s afraid of his reaction, and she doesn’t want to make things more complicated than they already are.

Saturday, 1:33 AM

Eventually, after hours of tossing and turning, Y/n manages to calm herself down enough to drift off to sleep. But her sleep is restless and uneasy, plagued by dreams of Oscar and their complicated situation.

In her dreams, Y/n relives the kiss over and over again, feeling all the intensity and desire of the moment. She sees Oscar’s possessive expression, feels his hands on her arms, his body pressing against hers. The dreams are both thrilling and overwhelming, leaving her feeling more confused and conflicted than ever.

As the night progresses, the dreams become more intense and vivid. Y/n finds herself waking up every so often, feeling a sense of longing and need that she can’t explain. Despite her tumultuous thoughts and emotions, she eventually falls into a deeper sleep, her mind and body exhausted.

Saturday, 7:29 AM

When she finally wakes up the next morning, Y/n feels groggy and disoriented. She sits up in her bed, squinting against the sunlight streaming in through the window. As she slowly comes to her senses, she’s hit with a wave of recollection of the previous events - the party, the fight, the kiss, and her restless dreams all rush back to her.

Y/n drags herself out of bed and shuffling into her bathroom. She turns on the faucet and splashes water onto her face, trying to wake herself up and shake off the grogginess from her restless night. She looks at her reflection in the mirror, noticing the dark circles under her eyes and the weary expression on her face.

She runs her fingers through her hair, trying to smooth out the tangles and messy strands. As she looks at her reflection, she can’t help but feel a sense of trepidation about what the day will bring. She knows she’ll have to face Oscar and deal with their unresolved feelings, and the thought makes her stomach flutter with anxiety.

Despite her nerves, Y/n takes a deep breath and tries to psych herself up for the day ahead. She turns off the faucet and grabs a towel to dry her face. She knows she can’t avoid Oscar forever, no matter how much she wants to. She will have to talk to him sooner or later, and she needs to gather her thoughts and prepare herself for the conversation.

Y/n exits the bathroom, feeling a little more awake and composed. She walks back to her bed and sits down on the edge, taking a moment to gather her thoughts. She knows that she needs to face the day and all the challenges it will bring, but she can’t help feeling apprehensive about her inevitable encounter with Oscar.

As she sits there on the edge of her bed, Y/n takes a few deep breaths to calm her nerves. She tells herself that she can handle this, that she can face Oscar and talk to him like a mature adult. She knows that it won’t be easy, but she’s determined to get to the bottom of their feelings and figure out where they stand.

Y/n stands up from the bed, feeling a sense of determination overtake her anxiety. She knows that she can’t hide away in her room all day, no matter how tempting it may be. She takes one last deep breath and opens the door, stepping out into the hallway.

Y/n steps out into the hallway, she hears voices coming from downstairs. She figures her parents must be up and about, no surprise there. She slowly descends the stairs, feeling a mixture of anticipation and dread as she approaches the kitchen.

As she enters the kitchen, she sees her parents sitting at the breakfast table, drinking coffee and chit-chatting. They look up as she enters, giving her a smile and a nod. "Good morning," her mom greets her. "Sleep well?"

Y/n forces a smile, trying to seem normal and composed. "Yeah, I slept okay," she replies, sitting down at the table. Her mind is still preoccupied with thoughts of Oscar and their situation, but she tries to hide it from her parents.

Her mom looks closely at her, noticing the dark circles under her eyes. "You look tired," she remarks. "Are you sure you slept okay?"

Y/n nods, trying to dismiss her mom’s concern. "I’m fine, just had a tough night sleeping," she says, feigning a casual tone.

Her dad looks at her, a hint of suspicion in his eyes. "You sure there’s nothing going on that’s bothering you?" he asks, peering at her over his mug.

Y/n tries to keep up her air of nonchalance, not wanting to reveal any details about her situation with Oscar. "No, everything’s fine," she says, forcing a smile. "Just had a lot on my mind, that’s all."

Her parents exchange a glance, not fully convinced by her answer. But they don’t press the issue, knowing that Y/n can be closed off when she wants to be. They continue to talk amongst themselves, and Y/n tries to focus on her breakfast, but her mind keeps wandering to Oscar.

As she eats, she finds herself wondering what Oscar is doing at that moment. Is he up yet? Is he thinking about her? Is he as confused and conflicted as she is? She has a million questions and no answers, and it’s driving her crazy.

Oscar

I lie in my bed, staring at the ceiling and lost in thought. The events of the previous day play on repeat in my mind, and I can't shake the memory of the kiss I shared with her. Her taste, her touch, the way she looked at me afterwards - It's all I can think about.

I toss and turn in my bed, trying to get comfortable. My body is restless, and my mind is racing with emotions I can't quite understand. I feel conflicted and torn, knowing I have I feelings for Y/n but I'm unsure of what to do about them.

I look at the clock on the wall, seeing that it's still early in the morning. I know I should get up and start my day, but I can't seem to find the motivation to move. My thoughts are consumed by Y/n, and nothing else.

I think about the fight we had after the party, and how my jealousy got the best of me. I know I acted like a jerk, but I couldn't stand the sight of seeing Y/n with another guy. I don't understand why I feel so possessive and protective of her, but I can't ignore the emotions stirring up inside me.

He groans and sits up in his bed, running his hands through his hair. He knows he can’t stay in bed all day, no matter how much he wants to. He has responsibilities and things to do, but he can’t bring himself to care about them right now. All he can think about is Y/n.

Oscar contemplates getting up and going for a run, but even that doesn’t have appeal to him. He just wants to lay in bed and wallow in his thoughts. But he knows that won’t solve anything, so he forces himself to get up and head to the bathroom to take a shower.

The water runs over his body, and he hopes it will wash away some of his restless thoughts. But as he stands there under the spray, his mind automatically drifts back to Y/n and the kiss. The memory of her body against his, her lips on his, is all he can think about.

He sighs, frustrated by his inability to clear his mind. He tries to focus on the simple tasks of washing and rinsing his body, but his mind keeps wandering. He knows he needs to talk to Y’n and figure out what’s going on between them, but he’s scared.

He shuts off the water and steps out of the shower, grabbing a towel to dry off. He looks at his reflection in the mirror, noticing the tension in his features. He knows he needs to face Y/n, but he doesn’t know how to start the conversation.

He dresses himself, trying to ignore the way his stomach is still tangled up in knots. He doesn’t know what to expect when he sees Y/n again, and that uncertainty is making him feel anxious and on edge.

Oscar makes his way downstairs, his mind still preoccupied with thoughts of Y/n. He enters the kitchen and spots her at the breakfast table with her parents. He stands there for a moment, watching her unnoticed.

He takes a moment to look at her, taking in her tired yet beautiful face. He can see the dark circles under her eyes, and he wonders if she didn't sleep well either. He feels a pang of guilt for the part he played in her sleepless night.

He clears his throat to announce his presence, and Y/n looks up at him. Their eyes meet, and for a moment, they just stare at each other in silence. The air between them is thick with tension and unspoken words.

Her parents look between them, noticing the awkward vibe and sensing that something is off. "Good morning, Oscar," her dad greets, breaking the silence.

"Good morning," Oscar responds instinctively, but his eyes are still locked onto Y/n. His heart is beating loudly in his chest, and he can feel his palms starting to sweat.

Y/n shifts in her seat, avoiding his gaze. She feels uneasy and awkward, not knowing what to say to him. The memory of their kiss still hangs heavy in her and his presence makes it all feel more real.

There's a moment of uncomfortable silence between the two of them, and Oscar can feel the tension grow with each passing second. He wants to say something, anything, but the words just wont come out. He knows he needs to talk to Y/n, alone, without her parents around

After what feels like an eternity, Y/n's mom breaks the tension by asking if he wants to join them for breakfast. "There's plenty of food," she offers, gesturing to the table.

Oscar hesitates for a moment, looking at Y/n, who still won't meet his gaze. He's torn between wanting to stay and talk to her privately and not wanting to make the situation even more awkward in front of her parents.

Before he can make a decision, Y/n stands up abruptly. "I'm not that hungry," she mutters, pushing her chair back. "I'm gonna go lay down for a bit."

Her parents look at her in surprise, not expecting her to cut breakfast short so abruptly. They exchange a concerned look before turning their attention back to Oscar. "Is everything okay?" her dad asks, directing the question to him.

Oscar feels caught off guard, and he stutters for a moment before responding. "Huh? Oh, yeah, everything's fine," he lies, trying to sound casual. He can tell her parents are sensing the tension between them, but he's not willing to share the details with them.

Oscar feels trapped. He can't explain to her parents what's going on, but he also can't dismiss their concern entirely. "We just had a little misunderstanding," he says vaguely, trying to deflect their suspicions.

Her mom looks at him skeptically, still not fully convinced. "But everything's okay now, right?" she asks, concern etched on her face.

Oscar nods, trying to sound reassuring. "Yeah, everything's fine. We'll work it out." He stands there awkwardly, not sure what else to say or how to end this conversation without raising more suspicions.

Y/n stands by the stairs, listening intently to the conversation between her parents and Oscar. She feels a mix of relief and disappointment when Oscar says that everything is fine. She knows he's lying, and she can tell that her parents are skeptical too. She listens as they continue to chat, feeling more and more frustrated and confused. But soon, the conversation comes to an end and she quickly makes her way up the stairs and into her bedroom.

She closes the door and locks it behind her, sighing heavily. She can't believe that Oscar would lie to her parents like that, and she's frustrated that he refuses to talk to her about their situation. She paces around her room, feeling restless and agitated.

She wants to confront him, to demand answers and clarity. But she doesn't know how to approach him without making things even more awkward. She's also afraid of what he might say or how he might react. She sits down on her bed, still feeling exhausted and emotional, and she buries her face in her hands.

Her mind is racing with thoughts and questions. What does he really feel for her? Why did he kiss her if he's just going to act like nothing happened? Why won't he talk to her and figure things out? She feels frustrated and hopeless, not knowing how to move forward.

For a while, she just sits there, lost in thought and emotion. She feels torn between wanting to talk to him and avoiding him altogether. She doesn’t know how to handle the situation or what to do next. She feels stuck and overwhelmed, not knowing which way to turn.

As she continues to sit there, she hears footsteps outside her bedroom. She freezes, her heart racing. Is it Oscar? Is he coming to talk to her? She waits anxiously, listening intently for any sound that might indicate what's happening on the other of the door.

But nothing happens. The footsteps fade away and all is quiet again. Y/n feels a mixture of relief and disappointment. She's relieved that she didn't have to face him just yet, but she's also disappointed that he didn't come to talk. She's torn between wanting him to talk and wanting him to stay away.

She looks around her room, feeling a sense of restlessness and agitation, She can't sit still, and can't shake the thoughts and emotions swirling in her mind. She gets up from her bed and paces around the room, feeling like a caged animal.

Y/n, feeling frustrated and overwhelmed, decides that she needs to do something to relax herself. She decides to take a bubble bath, hoping that the warm water and soothing scent of the bubbles will help clear her mind. She goes to her bathroom and starts filling up the tub with warm water.

As the tub fills up, she adds a generous amount of bubble batch solution, watching as the water turns into a milky, frothy mixture. She tests the water with her fingertips, making sure it's not too hot or too cold.

Y/n takes off her bathrobe and carefully steps into the tub. The warm water envelops her body and she lets out a sigh of relief. The smell of the bubble bath fills her nostrils and she feels a sense of comfort wash over her.

She closes her eyes and leans back against the tub, letting the water and bubbles work their magic. The sound of the water and the scent of the bubble bath begin to soothe her mind and calm her emotions.

She spends some time just soaking in the bath, enjoying the feeling of the water on her skin and the peace it brings her. The stress and tension start to melt away, and she feels her body and mind slowly relaxing.

She spends the next several minutes just relaxing in the tub, letting the warm water and soothing scents wash away her frustration and worry. She takes deep breaths, inhaling the scent of the bubble bath, and feels herself start to let go of the negative emotions that have been weighing her down.

Gradually, her body and mind start to feel lighter and more relaxed. The tension in her muscles begins to ease, and her mind feels less chaotic. She starts to feel drowsy, and her thoughts begin to slow.

She lets herself sink down into the water, immersing herself in the warm, soothing embrace of the tub. She starts to feel like she’s floating, her thoughts drifting away with each moment of relaxation.

She just lies there, floating in the tub, feeling completely at ease. The water surrounds her and the bubbles encase her, enveloping her in a warm, comforting embrace. Her mind is blissfully empty, and she feels like she could just stay here forever.

After a while, Y/n feels like she's been in the tub for quite some time. She's feeling relaxed and refreshed, but she can tell that the water is starting to cool down. She also knows that she can't stay in the tub forever. With a sigh, decides that it's time to get out.

She sits up in the tub, feeling the water and bubbles slide off her body. She takes a moment to gather her bearings, feeling a momentary dizziness from sitting in the hot water for so long. She stands up, feeling a bit unsteady on her legs, and steps out of the tub.

She grabs a towel from the towel rack and wraps it around herself, feeling the warmth of the fabric against her skin. She feels a bit cold as she's no longer surrounded by water, and she shivers slightly from the sudden change in temperature.

Y/n dries herself off, feeling the towel soak up the water that still clung to her skin. She feels a sense of comfort and cleanliness, knowing that she's taken the time to pamper herself and relax.

She then looks at her reflection in the mirror, taking in her relaxed and refreshed appearance. She notices that the dark circles around her eyes have faded slightly, and she looks less tired and more rejuvenated.

After getting out of the tub and drying off, Y/n heads back to her bedroom and changes into a fresh pair of clothes. She selects something comfortable and casual, still feeling relaxed and refreshed from her bubble bath. As she gets dressed, she can feel her body and mind feeling more rested and at ease.

Y/n turns on her laptop and opens up a movie-streaming website. After scrolling through the selection for a bit, she picks out a movie that looks interesting, something lighthearted and entertaining. She settles onto her bed, propping up a pillow behind her back, and starts playing the movie.

yn.jpg • Just Now Sixpence None The Richer • Kiss Me

Y/n watches the movie intently, invested in the characters and storyline. By the time the movie ends, she feels like she’s been transported into another world, feeling a sense of satisfaction and immersion. As the credits roll, she stretches her limbs and turns off the laptop, feeling satisfied and entertained.

She looks at the clock on her bedside table and realizes that it’s already lunchtime. She feels a pang of hunger and decides that it’s time to head downstairs for lunch. She gets off her bed and stretches once more, feeling rejuvenated and relaxed after her bubble bath and movie.

She heads out of her room and down the stairs, making her way to the kitchen where her family is likely to be gathering for lunch. As she reaches the bottom of the stairs, she can already hear the sounds of her family talking and moving around in the kitchen.

She makes her way into the kitchen and sees her family setting the table and preparing lunch. Her parents wave at her and gesture for her to sit down. "Just in time for lunch," her dad says with a smile.

Y/n looks around the room and realizes that Oscar is nowhere to be seen. She feels a pang of disappointment and anxiety, wondering where he is and why he hasn’t come down for lunch.

She takes a seat at the table, trying to act casual and nonchalant, despite the fact that she’s feeling concerned and uneasy. Her parents seem to notice her gaze wandering around the room, trying to catch a glimpse of Oscar, but they don’t say anything.

Y/n sits beside his sister, May, and leans in close to her. She whispers in her ear, her voice low so that their parents can’t hear. "Hey, do you know where Oscar is? I thought he’d be here for lunch."

May looks at Y/n, knowing exactly why she’s asking. "Oh, he went for a run," she replies quietly. "He said he needed to clear his head and get some fresh air."

Y/n nods, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment. She’s relieved to know that he’s not avoiding her or anything like that but disappointed that he isn’t here right now. She sighs inwardly and turns her attention back to the lunch that’s being served.

Her family continues chatting and enjoying their lunch, not noticing Y/n’s distracted and preoccupied state. She tries to focus on the food and conversation but her mind keeps wandering to Oscar and what he’s doing and thinking. She steals glances at the door, hoping that he might come in any moment.

As the lunch progresses, she finds herself getting more and more anxious. She starts to wonder why he didn’t come back for lunch and what he’s thinking. She tries her best to hide her feelings but she knows that her parents are starting to notice her preoccupation.

Her mom looks at her, a concerned expression on her face. "Are you feeling alright, sweetie? You seem a bit distracted," she asks.

Y/n jolts out of her thoughts and looks at her mom, feeling guilty for not paying attention. She nods, trying to sound casual. "Yeah, I’m fine, just a little out of it today, I guess," she replies, trying to sound convincing.

The rest of the lunch is a blur for Y/n. She barely touches her food, her mind and thoughts preoccupied with thoughts of Oscar. She tries to participate in the conversation but finds herself zoning out frequently. As lunch draws to an end, she feels more anxious and restless than ever.

Once everyone is finished with their lunch and begins to clear the table, Y/n gets up from her seat, still feeling restless and anxious. She doesn’t know what to do with herself and feels like she needs to do something to distract herself.

She decides to head back to her room, hoping that some time alone will calm her thoughts and emotions. As she walks up the stairs to her room, she looks out the window, hoping to see Oscar returning from his run, but the driveway is empty.

She feels disappointed and frustrated, feeling like time is dragging on slowly. She wants to see him, to talk to him, to resolve their situation, but she doesn’t know how to do that when he’s not even here.

Sunday, 12:04 AM

It's late, and Y/n finds herself unable to sleep yet again. She tosses and turns for a while, trying to fall asleep but her thoughts and anxieties keep her wide awake.

After a while, she decides that she needs something to distract herself. She slowly gets out of bed, trying to not make too much noise, and heads downstairs towards the kitchen.

Y/n makes her way to the kitchen and heads straight for the fridge. She opens it and looks through the shelves, searching for any snacks. Her mouth waters as she imagines the deliciousness of any snack she'll find.

She rummages through the fridge, moving aside containers and tupperware, until she finds what she was looking for - a container with some leftover thumbprint cookies. She grins to herself feeling happy and comforted by the sight of them. She takes the container out of the fridge and closes the door, moving towards the counter.

As Y/n places the container of cookies on the counter, she is interrupted by a noise coming from outside, near the pool. She freezes, her heart skipping a beat. Is someone outside?

Y/n picks up a broom from the corner of the kitchen, holding it like a weapon. With the broom in one hand and a cookie in her mouth, she slowly makes her way outside, her heart beating loudly in her chest.

As she steps outside, the night air is cool against her skin and the sound of crickets fills the air. She looks around, her eyes darting from side to side, trying to find the source of the noise. She slowly walks towards the pool area, broom raised and cookie half eaten in her mouth.

Y/n's heart leaps as she sees Oscar sitting by the pool, his feet dangling in the water, a cigarette perched between his lips. For a moment, she stands there, broom in hand, staring at him.

She feels a mix of relief and surprise seeing him, especially given the situation they're in. She looks at him for a moment, watching as he takes a drag of his cigarette, the smoke curling up into the night air.

After a few seconds, she realizes that she's just standing there staring and quickly shakes herself out of her daze. She lowers the broom and takes a few steps towards him, still holding the cookie in her mouth.

She doesn't say anything, just stands there watching him, feeling a million emotions running through her. She feels a mixture of anger, confusion, and happiness, but also a pang of attraction to him, despite everything that had happened between them.

Y/n finally finds her voice and musters up the courage to say something, breaking the silence between them. "I didn't know you smoked," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

She watches as he takes another drag of his cigarette, the red embers lighting up his face in the dark. She's not sure what to make of this new side of him, seeing him with a cigarette between his lips seems oddly attractive but also concerning to her.

She takes a few steps closer, her eyes never leaving him, still clutching the broom in one hand and the half-eaten cookie in the other. She feels a mixture of awkwardness and familiarity, not sure how to act around him right now.

Y/n

The only sound between us is the occasional crackle of the cigarette and the distant chirping of crickets. I feel a hundred different emotions running through me as I stand here, watching him smoke waiting for him to say something, anything.

Finally, feeling fed up by the silence and tension between us, I decided to break the silence again. "So, are you just gonna smoke out here all night?" I ask, my tone slightly sarcastic.

I watch him as he takes another drag of her cigarette, blowing out a plume of smoke into the air. He turns his head and looks at me, a hint of a smirk on his face.

"Nope, I plan on going back in soon," he replies, his voice casual. "Just needed some air."

I roll my eyes, sitting beside him, dipping my feet into the cold pool water. "By air, do you mean smoke?" I repeat his words, my tone laced with playful sarcasm.

"Yeah, something like that," he replies, his smirk only growing wider. He takes another drag of his cigarette, letting the smoke slowly escape from his lips.

Oscar takes out another cigarette from his pack and offers it to me. "You want one?" he asks, holding the cigarette out for me to take.

I let out a small laugh and took the cigarette from his hand. "How sweet of you," I tease, my voice low. "You're just so kind, offering me a cigarette."

Oscar laughs and replies, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Well, Mom did tell me to share my blessings," he says, a hint of humor in his voice.

I laugh and retort, my tone still teasing. "I'm pretty sure Aunty Nicole meant anything but cigarettes," I reply with a playful smile on my face.

I look at the cigarette in my hand and realize that I don't have a lighter. I turn to Oscar and ask him. "Hey, can I borrow your lighter?" I say, putting the cigarette on my lips.

Instead of handing her the lighter, Oscar moves closer to her, holding the lit lighter up to her cigarette. He sits, looking directly at her, his eyes meeting hers as he lights her cigarette for her, his hand cupped over the flame to shield it from the wind.

Y/n lets out a small gasp, feeling a jolt of electricity run through her as he lights her cigarette, his hand so close to her face. She holds his gaze, caught off guard by his proximity and gesture.

She can feel his breath on her face, the smoke from her newly lit cigarette swirling around them. She swallows, her heart beating wildly in her chest, unsure of how to react to the sudden intimacy between them.

Y/n lets out a shaky breath and turns away, feeling the familiar sense of awkwardness between them. She takes a shaky drag from her cigarette, trying to calm her racing heart. She avoids his gaze, feeling suddenly self-conscious.

Oscar breaks the silence, his voice hesitant. "So, uhm... About that- that kiss..." he begins, stuttering through his words. He looks at her, his expression serious, the cigarette in his hand forgotten for the moment.

Y/n feels her heart skip a beat as he mentions the kiss. She was hoping he wouldn't bring it up, but she knew he would eventually. She turns to face him, meeting his gaze, her heart pounding loudly in her ears.

She doesn't say anything, just waits for him to continue, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She takes another drag on her cigarette, trying to keep her hands from shaking.

Oscar hesitates for a moment, his eyes locked on hers, as if searching for something. He takes a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "I... I didn't mean for it to happen- not like that at least," he finally says, his voice low and earnest.

Y/n listens to him, her heart in her throat. She can see the sincerity in his eyes, and the regret in his expression. She wants to say something, but her throat feels dry and the words won't come.

He continues, his voice barely above a whisper now. "I don't know what came over me," he says, his fingers fidgeting with the cigarette in his hand. "I just... I couldn't help myself."

Y/n feels a pang of emotion in her chest as he speaks, her heart melting slightly at his words. She can see the struggle in his eyes, the conflict he’s feeling about what had happened between them.

She looks at him, her expression a mix of confusion and understanding. She doesn’t know what to say or how to react. She takes another drag on her cigarette, the smoke swirling around them in the cool night air.

The silence between them stretches out, only interrupted by the distant croaking of the frogs and the faint sounds of traffic from far away. Both of them are lost in their own thoughts, words left unsaid lingering in the air.

Oscar looks at Y/n, his expression pleading for her to say something, anything. "Please, say something," he says, his voice desperate. "Even if it's swearing me out. Just…just say something."

Y’n looks at him, her expression softening as a small smile forms on her lips. "It's okay," she says softly, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I understand. It's okay."

She can see the relief that floods his features, his body visibly relaxing as he takes in her words. He lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, his shoulders slumping slightly.

"You…you understand?" he asks, his voice filled with disbelief. "You're not angry?"

Y/n nods, her expression a mixture of understanding and forgiveness. "I was angry at first," she admits. "Especially after the fight." She takes a drag on her cigarette, exhaling the smoke slowly.

"But... I understand now," she continues, looking at him with a soft expression. "it happened, and we can't take it back. And I... I don't want to be angry at you forever."

Y/n gathers her courage and looks directly at him, her eyes meeting his. "Oscar," she says, her voice steady but soft, "What... what did that kiss mean to you?"

Oscar looks at her, his expression conflicted. He lets out a heavy breath, his eyes dropping to the bottom of the pool for a moment. "I..." he begins, his voice trailing off. He hesitates, clearly struggling to find the words.

His fingers fidget with the cigarette in his hand, his nervous energy palpable. "It…it was a mistake," he finally says, his voice quiet. "A stupid, impulsive mistake."

Oscar looks up at her, his eyes meeting hers, a mixture of guilt and determination in them. "But…but it's also the one mistake I don't regret," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

Oscar looks at her, his expression serious and sincere. "I…I love you," he says, his voice firm. "I think I've loved you for a long time, I just didn't realize it until we kissed."

Oscar looks at her, his eyes filled with affection. "I love everything about you," he says, his voice filled with heartfelt sincerity. "Your smile, your laugh, your eyes, the way you light up a room when you walk in. I love the way you always know how to make me feel better when I'm down, and how you're not afraid to call me out when I'm being an ass."

He continues, his words pouring out of him like a flood. "I love the way you always smell like vanilla, and how your hair looks when it's messy first thing in the morning. I love the way you sing to yourself when you think no one's listening."

He takes a step closer to her, his gaze unwavering. "I love everything about you…your stubbornness, your kindness, your honesty, your strength…." he trails off, his voice filled with emotion. He reaches out and touches her cheek gently with his fingers, his touch light, almost reverent.

Oscar looks at her, his expression filled with remorse. "I'm sorry for not noticing it earlier," he says, his voice earnest. "For not realizing how I truly felt about you until now. I was a fool, Y/n. I was blind to what was right in front of me."

He smiles softly, his eyes filled with nostalgia. "You know, the first time we met, I could tell that you were a good soul. There was something about you that just…called to me, even though we had just met," he says. "But I didn't want to make my mind up yet. I wanted to get to know you better before I decided how I felt."

Oscar chuckles softly. "I was so awkward around you at first," he admits, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I didn't know how to talk to you. I wasn't sure how to act or what to say. You intimidated me, and I was scared of saying the wrong thing and screwing things up."

Oscar is in the middle of speaking when suddenly, he's cut off by the feeling of Y/n's lips on his. He's taken aback for a moment, shocked by the suddenness of the kiss. But soon, he melts into it, his worries fading away as he returns the kiss.

Y/n

I smirk playfully as Oscar pulls back. I teasingly say, "I get it Oscar. You like me." I grin at his dumbfounded expression, amused by how flustered he looks.

"You can stop gushing about all the things you like about me now," I say, poking him playfully in the chest. "I think I get the picture."

Oscar blushes, his expression sheepish. "Oh, shut up," he says, a hint of embarrassment in his voice. "I can't help it. I just…I just really like you, Y/n."

I roll my eyes but smile, not able to keep up the teasing act. "You're such a sap," she says affectionately, lightly punching him in the arm.

Oscar laughs and pretends to rub his arm like it's wounded. "Hey, watch it," he says, pretending to pout. "I'm a sensitive guy, I can't handle your tough love."

I laugh, my expression softening as I look at him. "Oh, please," I say. "You can handle anything I throw at you, you big baby."

Oscar feigns offended. "Big baby? Who are you calling a big baby?" he says, his pout growing comically more exaggerated.

The two of them are in the middle of their playful banter when suddenly, it starts to rain. The raindrops begin to fall around them, pattering softly against the ground and the windows of the house behind them.

Oscar looks up at the sky, a grin spreading across his face. "Well, that escalated quickly," he says, watching as the rain starts to pick up.

Oscar quickly gathers his belongings, pocketing his lighter and putting away his cigarettes. Then, he grabs Y/n's arm and drags her lightly into the kitchen, both of them suppressing giggles as they go. The rain is now coming down harder, pelting against the windows and the house's roof.

They find themselves in the kitchen, the rain pouring outside creating a soft background noise. Y'n glances at the counter and remembers the cookies she left there earlier.

"Oh, right," she says, walking over to the counter. "I almost forgot about these."

Oscar watches as Y/n picks up the cookies, his expression softening as he looks at her. He's been struck by the way she looks in the dim light of the kitchen, her hair slightly tousled and her eyes shining.

Oscar looks at the clock on the wall and sees that it's almost twelve-thirty. He turns to Y/n and says, "We probably should go upstairs. It's getting late and the rain isn't getting any lighter."

Y/n agrees and the two of them walk side by side, slowly making their way up the stairs. The soft sound of their footsteps echo through the quiet house, broken only by the muffled sound of the rain outside.

They reach the top of the stairs and find themselves in front of their respective rooms. Oscar looks at Y/n, a soft smile on his face. “Well, goodnight,” he says, reaching for the doorknob to his room.

Y/n turns to face him, her expression mirroring his. "Goodnight, Oscar," she replies, her voice soft. She reaches for her own doorknob, a small smile on her lips.

Oscar hesitates for a moment, his hand on the doorknob. He wants to say something, but the words don’t seem to come out. Instead, he gives her one last smile, his eyes reflecting the same feelings he had expressed earlier by the pool.

Y/n enters her room, closing the door behind her. She walks over to her bed, the rain still falling softly outside the window and lays down. She can still feel the remnants of the butterflies from earlier, and a warm, fluttery feeling in her chest.

Y/n lays in her bed, staring up at the ceiling, the smile still on her face. After a few minutes, she starts to feel restless and the thought of Oscar comes to her mind. She debates with herself for a moment but eventually decides to get up and knock on Oscar’s door.

Oscar opens the door, a puzzled expression on his face. He was already in his sweatpants and a t-shirt, getting ready to go to bed. He looks at Y/n, surprised to see her standing there.

She pushes his door open further and steps forward, pressing her lips against Oscar's in a sudden, impulsive kiss. Oscar is caught off guard for a moment, his eyes widening in surprise. But then, he melts into the kiss, his hands coming up to cradle her face as he kisses her back.

Y/n keeps pushing him backward into his room, not breaking the kiss. Oscar stumbles slightly, but he allows her to lead him deeper into the room, his hands moving to her waist to steady himself.

She kicks the door closed behind her, the soft thud echoing through the quiet room. They're now standing in the middle of the room, still tangled in each other's embrace, their kiss growing deeper and more passionate.

Oscar breaks the kiss, slightly panting, a smile on his lips. He looks at her, his expression a mix of surprise and amusement. "Not that I’m complaining or anything," he says, his voice slightly hoarse, “but what's with the sudden kiss?”

Y/n looks at him, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of desire and affection. She reaches up and runs her fingers through his hair, her touch gentle. "I just couldn't help myself," she says, her voice low and sultry. "I needed to feel your lips on mine again.

Oscar's eyes flutter shut at her touch, his breath hitching in his throat. He leans into her touch, a soft moan escaping his lips. "You're driving me crazy, you know that?" he says, his voice husky.

Y/n grins at his reaction, her fingers continuing to play with his hair. "That's the plan," she replies, her tone playful. She steps closer to him, her body pressing against his.

Oscar's voice is low and sultry, his eyes fixed on hers. He steps closer to her, their bodies almost flush together. "Lie down for me, baby," he says, his words a soft command.

Y/n feels a shiver run down her spine at his words, her skin prickling with desire. Without protest, she slowly moves to his bed and lays down on her back, her eyes never leaving his.

Oscar watches her as she moves to his bed, his gaze roaming over her body hungrily. He follows her, crawling onto the bed and positioning himself over her, his body hovering just above hers, his arms supporting his weight.

Oscar feels her hands running through his hair and smiles against her skin. He continues to nibble and kiss her neck, his hands beginning to wander over her body, exploring her curves. Y/n's soft moans and whimpers only fuel his desire, his touch becoming more possessive, more urgent.

His hands move to her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. He lifts his head, his breath hot against her ear. "You're so beautiful like this," he whispers, his voice gruff. "All mine."

Oscar's hands move under her shirt, his fingers tracing the curve of Y/n's waist before they settle on her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples, causing her to arch into his touch. The once soft tender kisses deepened, their tongues dancing in a passionate exchange.

Slowly, Oscar broke the kiss, letting his mouth travel down Y/n's neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he went. Her breath hitched as his lips reached her breasts, his tongue flicking at her nipples, making her gasp. Her back arches off the bed, offering herself to him, wanting more.

Oscar's hands slid down her body, his fingers hooking onto the waistband of her shorts and panties. With a gentle tug, he pulled them off, revealing her swollen, wet cunt. His eyes locked on her, desire burning in their depths, before he dipped his head, his tongue tracing the outline of her folds.

Y/n's hands clutched the sheets as Oscar began to lavish attention on her, his tongue delving inside her, his fingers tracing circles around her clit. The pleasure built a slow, seductive burn that her writhing beneath him.

Her hips bucked, seeking more of his touch, her moans filling the room. Oscar's lips and tongue explored every inch of her, each lick, each suck, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

Her breaths grew ragged, her body tensing, the pleasure building to a crescendo. Oscar's name was a whispered plea on her lips, her back arching off the bed, her body trembling as her climax crashed over her. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, her inner muscles clenching around Oscar's tongue as he continued to pleasure her, not relenting until the last shudder subsided.

Oscar, still on his knees between Y/n's legs, took a moment to savor the sight of her flushed cheeks, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. He could see the glistening evidence of his efforts on her inner thighs.

As he looked up at her, Y/n's gaze met his, her eyes filled with desire and a hint of mischief. She reached down, her fingers tracing the outline of the wet spot on Oscar's grey sweatpants, a small smile playing on her lips.

Oscar grinned, his eyes dark with lust, before he stood, hands reaching for the hem of his sweatpants. He pulled them down, his erection springing free, slick with pre-cum.

Y/n's eyes widened as she took in the sight, her hand reaching out to stroke Oscar's cock, her fingers coated with the evidence of his arousal. Oscar groaned, his head falling back as he savored the sensation.

With a seductive grin, Y/n pulled him down, urging him to her on the bed. Oscar complied, his body settling between hers. He positioned himself at her entrance, their eyes locked, sharing a silent moment of consent before he entered her, their bodies joining into one.

Y/n's back arched, meeting Oscar's thrusts with a fervor that matched his own. The bed creaked under their weight, the mattress shifting with each movement.

Echoes of their moans and gasps filled the room, the sound of their lovemaking bouncing off the walls. Sweat glistened on their bodies as they moved together, skin slapping against skin.

Y/n's nails dug into Oscar's back, her legs trembling as the pleasure built within her. The room around them faded, their world reduced to the sensation of their bodies, the taste of their kisses.

Abandoning all restraint, his thrusts grew more urgent, his hips slamming into Y/n's with each powerful stroke. The headboard banged against the wall, the sound adding to their moans.

Her nails dug deeper into Oscar's back, leaving scratch marks as her orgasm neared. Her body tensed, her inner muscles clenching around his cock. The room filled with cries of pleasure as her climax crashed over her.

Feeling Y/n's body quiver around him, Oscar couldn't hold back any longer. His own release followed swiftly, his body tensing as he filled her completely. They lay there, panting their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in unison.

As their breathing steadied, Oscar pulled her closer, their bodies still joined, the scent of sex surrounding them.

Y/n wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. She starts to kiss his neck, lips light and gentle, a stark contrast to the passionate frenzy from before. Her body is still pressed close to his, her bare skin against his.

Oscar melts under her touch, his eyes fluttering shut, a small moan escaping his lips. He wraps his arms around her waist, holding her close, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on her abdomen. He tilts his head to give her better access to his neck, his skin burning wherever her skin touches his.

Her kisses are soft and slow, a gentle caress on his skin. She can feel his body relax under her touch, his breath becoming steadier as he lets himself bask in the aftermath of their encounter. Y/n moves her lips from his neck, trailing kisses along his jaw and up to his ear.

Oscar gets up from the bed and walks over to his closet. He rummages through his clothes and pulls out a clean shirt. He looks back at Y/n, who is lying on the bed, her eyes half-closed and a sleepy smile on her face.

He walks back to the bed and pulls the shirt over her head, gently maneuvering her arms through the sleeves. The shirt is slightly large on her, but it looks cute, almost like a dress.

Oscar watches as she puts on the shirt, his expression softening at how cute she looks. He takes a moment to admire her before speaking up.

"You look so adorable in my shirt," he says, his voice quiet and affectionate.

Oscar lays back down beside her, pulling her close and wrapping his arms around her. She sighs contentedly, her head resting against his chest, the sound of his heartbeat steady and reassuring in her ear.

Y/n was about to drift off to sleep, her eyes heavy and her body relaxed against Oscar's chest, when suddenly she sat up, her expression filled with shock. She looks at Oscar, her eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and concern.

Y/n looks at Oscar, her voice filled with worry. "What if my parents heard us?" she whispers, her eyes wide with concern. "Or your siblings?"

Oscar chuckles softly, shaking his head. "Relax," he says, his voice soft and comforting. "Nobody heard us. We were being quiet."

"Besides," he continues, a hint of playful teasing in his voice, "My siblings are heavy sleepers. They could sleep through a hurricane."

Y/n relaxes slightly at his words. She knows he's probably right, but she can't help the residual worry that still lingers in her mind. She looks at him, her expression a bit sheepish now. "You're sure they didn't hear us?" she asks again, her voice still hushed.

Oscar grins at her question. "I'm absolutely positive they didn't hear us," he says, his tone confident. "My siblings are like logs when they sleep. And the doors in this house are pretty thick, you know."

"Plus," he adds, his voice dropping to a whisper, "I don't think we were THAT loud. We were pretty careful." He gives her a sly smirk, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Y/n looks at him with a smirk and says, "Seriously? We weren't that loud? Have you forgotten how much the headboard was slamming against the wall just a few minutes ago?"

Oscar grins at her words, unabashedly unrepentant. "Yeah, yeah, I get it," he says, his tone light and teasing. "We were a bit noisy, but come on. Nobody heard us. They're all probably passed out by now."

As Y/n giggles, Oscar smiles at the sound. But then she gasps suddenly, causing him to look at her with concern. "What's wrong?" he asks, his brows furrowing with worry.

Y/n sits up, her eyes landing on an old stuffed animal that's sitting by the window. A look of surprise and nostalgia crosses her face. "Oh my god," she whispers, her voice filled with disbelief. "I can't believe it. I thought I'd lost this stuffed animal years ago."

She reaches out and picks up the stuffed animal, holding it carefully in her hands. A smile spreads across her face as she looks at it, her fingers running over the soft and familiar fabric, the memories of her childhood rushing back to her.

Oscar watches her as she holds the stuffed animal, a small smile on his face. He sees the nostalgic look on her face and can't help but ask.

"Is that yours?" he says, his voice soft. "I mean, it was already here when I switched rooms with May."

Y/n looks up at him, her eyes still glued to the stuffed animal. "Yeah," she says, her voice filled with fondness. "It's my old stuffed animal from when I was a kid. I can't believe it's still here all this time."

Oscar reaches over and kisses her forehead gently, his lips lingering on her skin for a moment. "Cute," he murmurs, a soft smile on his face. As Y/n cuddles the stuffed animal, he watches her with a warm gaze, his hand resting on her hip.

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golden-fairylights · 7 months ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you @espithewarlock and @your-littlesecret for atgging me to answer these 20 questions. ❤️

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

14 at the moment

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

109,283

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I hav eonly written Formula 1 RPF for now, but who knows what the future brings. For now there is no other fandom I am as invested in though.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

no take backs (Lasdoscar)

the start of the rest of our lives (Landoscar)

to the love that you share (Landoscar)

The one where Lando is calling Carlos (Carlando and the first fic I've ever posted)

all I ever wanted (Piarles)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I really try to but I'm so bad at it. So, I'm sorry if anyone is still missing an answer, I'll get to it as soon as I have the mental capacity to formulate something that doesn't sound indifferent (because I promise I am truely not, I'm just really bad at formulating it).

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Well, I think that will have to be A graveyard dance.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I have no clue to be honest. All of my fics, except 'A graveyard dance', have a happy ending.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not unitl now and I hope it stays that way. I truely don't understand how someone can take time out of their day to leave hate on something they didn't like.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I've written two different smut fics, one of them is already posted, the other one is deep in my finished works folder and I don't know if I'll ever post it.

But it's both kinky, never without concent though. In both of the fics they are in relationships and have previously talked about what they are doing. Oh and then I guess there are also some scenes in my longer fics.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I don't.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think I have.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I didn't

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Actually I have. They are only my top three most liked fics, so thank you again Kit for writing with me.😊I really think we should get back to that.

I've also started writing something together with Immy after we've both been in a bit of a slump. 🥰

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Piarles is definitely up there at the top, but Landoscar is there as well, even though I don't write that often.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I would say I'm good at finishing my wips but then the eight works I have in my wips foulder would probably come crowding me at night and won't let me sleep.

No but I've got a College fic that I started in Febuary and it's constantly growing. I started it as a oneshot and it just grew from there. I don't have a plan for it and I don't know where it's going to go. I don't even know an end for it so, I'd say that one for now.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I have no clue to be honest. I have times where I'm kind of confident in what I write and then there are times where I hate every single word. I think that I can just start writing without planing it out is kind of a strength, right? But then that has also been a problem for me at some point, but i guess thats my answer for now.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Similar to the one before, I don't know. I feel like I've not written for long enough to really figure all of that out.

It somehow depends on what I am writing and on my day in general I think. For example, on some days I love writing dialogue and on other days I hate it and everything feels wrong.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

As long as I can understand what the person in the fic is trying to say I'm okay with it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Forumla 1 RPF

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I like most of the fics I've posted so far but A graveyard dance holds a special place in my heart. I can't even explain why but it just felt right while I wrote it.

Thank you again for tagging me, it's been so much fun answering those questions.

I don't have any clue who has already answered these so I'm tagging @gaslybottoms @hrhgeorgerussell @leclercenjoyer @chaesonghwas and anyone else who wants to participate. ❤️

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enchantestuff · 3 years ago

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forbidden - max verstappen

in which you’re Christian Horners daughter and your father refuses to let you be anywhere near his golden boy

HAPPY SMUTTY SUNDAY

NOT MY GIF!!

warnings: semi public sex, asshole!Christian (but he's always an asshole so), language, kind of dirty talk?, idk really just the usual

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You had gotten used to life at the Redbull garage, which also meant you got used to life with Max Verstappen. You were Christians’ daughter and Max was his star. Whenever you spent time with your father conversation would somehow always drift towards the famous driver. There were plenty of times over the years that you thought perhaps he preferred Max over you.

You weren't necessarily wrong with that thought.

Your father had banned Max from ever laying a finger on you the moment you two had met, but if he hadn’t done so you would have been adamant on the fact that Max was his favourite human on earth.

But you couldn't stay away from Max. Your father constantly treated you like a child and you had to admit that you enjoyed the thrill of hooking up with the one man that was forbidden to touch you. The hidden love marks that scattered your body in places you wouldn’t dare to bare anyone else filled you with a sense of confidence as you strolled the paddock with Christian, knowing that proof of your dirty little secret was littered under the clothes you were wearing. Littered over his beloved driver's body too.

The dynamic between you and Max was intense, but it all changed for the good the day your dad had caught you making out with Max in his drivers room.

He had gotten a really good result in qualifying that day. Pole position was expected for him and easily achieved, but that didn't mean you couldn’t congratulate him the way you knew best. You had patiently waited for him in his driver's room, knowing well that nobody would dare enter his private area and that it would be the first place he went to after greeting the press.

Calmly situated in the room, you discarded more and more articles of clothing as the minutes went by until you were left standing with just your bra and the skirt you had worn that day. Max had been talking to his trainer when he opened the door to his room, his eyes growing wide at the sight of you sitting pretty on his sofa and the door slamming shut behind him on his good friend's face. “I’ll see you in a bit” he vocalised and you immediately stood up to embrace him, your near bare chest colliding with his still sweaty fireproof shirt.

“I thought I’d congratulate you”

“Fuck me, Y/N, you really know how to make a mans day even better,” he grinned and leaned down to passionately kiss you. He was still buzzing with adrenaline from qualification and wanted to blow some of it off before he got his present. What better way to do that than to collide his lips with your own.

He pushed you against the wall, his hands immediately grabbing your breasts and placing feather light kisses on them, appreciating every inch of your body. “God you’re so hot,” he muttered, his eyes flickering up at you as he sucked gently on your nipple.

You groaned at the sensation, hooded eyes looking back down at him while you swiftly removed the cap on his head. “I thought I was supposed to be congratulating you,” you teased, racking your hands through his hair, pushing him even further into your chest. You loved this sight of him.

Max moved back to face you, “You’ll have plenty of time to do that, darling” he spoke before reconnecting your lips.

It was that moment that your dad had walked in. You had screamed and Max had pressed himself closer to you, hiding your exposed body from Christian who seemed like he was ready to kill the two of you. You cringed each time you thought back to that moment and never wanted to relive it.

After the incident Christian had become tougher on Max, forcing him to train even harder than he already did and not bothering to congratulate him after a good race. His unfair treatment of Max had only lasted two races and then he was back to being his golden boy. You on the other hand were banned from the next five races, which was strange considering you had been to every one since you were little, you sadly weren't surprised with the outcome and so your hatred for your father began to build more and more each day.

You thought the race ban was stupid, and unfair but your dad, although a dick, was a smart man. He got what he wanted most; you and Max hadn’t seen each other since the predicament. What Christian didn't know however was that the two of you had filled the void with flirty texts to one another during the most inappropriate times imaginable.

You had sent him a picture standing proudly in front of your bedroom mirror. A new lingerie set hugging your body while your fingers played with your nipple just minutes before he met with your father for coffee. Max had sent you a photo of himself during a family breakfast. He had been all sweaty from an intense workout and his bulge was on full display for you to see. You had to excuse yourself from the table that morning and relieved yourself with Max guiding on the other end of the phone.

You were ecstatic when you were finally allowed to attend the races again. You strolled into the paddock with a massive grin on your face. The thought of finally seeing Max again hadn’t even crossed your mind, instead your body was full with excitement. Excitement to feel the brilliant atmosphere once more, excitement to hold your breath each time the cars nearly touched, excitement to hear the harsh noise of the tyres squealing against the tough concrete. You were so lost in your thoughts that the usually long walk to the Redbull Racing garage had felt oddly short, and only then did the nerves start kicking in.

“Y/N,” you heard some of the mechanics greet, the sound of your name caused Max to flick his head towards you, completely dismissing the conversation he was having with Sergio. There you were, after weeks of staying away from each other, you finally stood in front of him. You somehow looked even better than the last time he saw you, he didn’t know that was possible but as you stood there with a smile on your face, practically glowing, he knew that it was.

Your eyes scanned across the garage and landed on Max sat in the corner of the room. A smirk crawled onto your face at the sight of him in front of you. You grinned as he made his way towards you, arms spread out to the side to welcome you into a hug. You completely ignored your father who was waiting for you on the other side of the garage and ran into Max’s arms.

You had vowed to yourself weeks ago not to let your father control your life anymore. You also vowed to infuriate him as much as you physically could on the day of your return and what better way to do that than give all your attention to his golden boy.

“Finally,” Max whispered in your ear as he hugged you close, “I know he's your father but god Christians a dick.”

You laughed in Max’s chest, pulling away to spare a glance in Christians direction, who looked unsurprisingly more annoyed than usual, before turning back to face Max. “Did you miss me?” you giggled and intertwined your hands. You loved the feeling of his large hand against your small one, but you also loved the annoyed grunt that your father let out from behind you.

“No comment,” Max teased. He ignored the impatient tapping of Christians foot as well as the sighs he let out every few seconds. Max knew how valuable he was to Christian and so he believed he could do what he wanted. He knew he could do what he wanted. With who he wanted. Which was you.

You could hear steps begin to approach the two of you and almost laughed when your father awkwardly stood to the side of you and Max. “It's go time!” he reminded the driver, quickly looking away when you placed a kiss on Max’s cheek.

“Good luck, if you’re good you might get a reward,” you whispered in his ear.

“I'm always good,” he arrogantly repiled. You watched him as he made his way towards his car, silently admiring how good he looked in his race suit.

“I see you didnt take my advice into consideration,” Christian commented from beside you. He was still tapping his foot against the floor and the sound was driving you insane.

“Nope,” you shrugged, eyes still trained on Max’s figure. You almost laughed at the huff that left your fathers lips before he trudged towards the pitlane. Almost.

Max did great, he won and you could tell he was delighted with himself after such an intense race. You knew after last time that maybe congratulating him in his driver's room was probably not the best idea so instead of waiting patiently for him to find you, you went to search for him.

You walked around the garage, opening the many doors and greeting the many people that you passed until you finally spotted the dutch driver walking towards you. He was drenched in champagne, sweat trailed down his body causing his hair to stick onto his damp forehead. His race suit was situated halfway down his waist and you drooled at the sight of his undershirt clinging onto him.

“Congratulations!” you smiled at him, giving him a hug which was quickly cut short when his hands grabbed onto your waist and dragged you in the opposite direction.

“Come” he beckoned, not letting you go and instead leading you into the closest office. He shut the door the minute you entered the room, not wanting to risk getting caught again. He needed some privacy and god did he deserve it.

A laugh bubbled from your throat as you surveyed the room you had found yourself in, “You do realise whose office we’re in, right?” you asked, walking around the office and glancing at the numerous photos put up.

Max winced when he began to recognize his surroundings, “That was unintentional” he confided, trailing his finger across the big wooden desk in the middle of the room, “But it's not the worst place”

Your eyebrows shot up at his words and you perched yourself up on your fathers desk. You flipped the photo propped next to you the other way and happily wrapped your arms around Max's shoulders when he positioned himself in front of you. “Now Max you have to be careful, there's cameras all over this room,” you sweetly smiled, fingers trailing up and down his neck, mimicking the movements of his hands on your thighs.

“I happen to know of a little blind spot, schat” he grinned, hands reaching dangerously close to your core before moving back down, “I'd be happy to show you it.”

You pulled away from him, moving your arms behind your body, leaning on them as you peered up at Max in front of you, “And how do you know of this mysterious blind spot, darling?” you wondered, smiling in delight when he leaned down towards you. You were practically lying on top of the wooden desk and Max was doing his best not to drop his own weight onto you.

“Let's just say I got curious one day and had to find out for myself.”

You laughed at the idea of him looking through security footage in his own free time. “So you've thought about this exact moment then?” you teased. You of course had also thought about it, but he didn't need to know that.

“I have,” he admitted. He leaned in to finally kiss you, a groan escaping him when you moved even further away from him. You were such a tease

“And? What was it like?”

“Certainly nothing like this,” Max whined. He grabbed onto your thighs, pulling you into him before picking you up and dragging you to the corner of the room. Your legs had automatically wrapped around his waist and you moaned once his body pressed against yours. You almost felt suffocated by how close his body was to yours.

“Is this the infamous blind spot?” you asked as he kissed down your neck.

“I'm pretty sure I'm fully exposed right now.”

You gasped at his words, pushing your hands against his chest indicating that you wanted him to pull away, “I swear to god, Y/N, if you try to pull away one more time i’m going to fuck you on your dad’s wooden desk, no blind spot to hide anything were doing”

Your eyes rolled back at his words “i dont think ive ever wanted anyone to fuck me this bad before” you admitted. You pulled him into you, dragging him into a sloppy, lustful kiss. You didn't bother trying to remove his undershirt, knowing you didn't have a lot of time and instead just pulled his race suit even lower down his body.

“You're not very good at hiding how turned on your are,” he smirked while he dragged down his boxers. He undid the button on your jeans and slipped his hand into your underwear, his fingers ran up and down your folds causing you to wiggle in his grip. “I haven't even touched you yet and you're already this wet,” he mocked, moving his fingers away from you and into his mouth.

You began to grow impatient and quickly stroked his cock, preparing him for your next activities. “Impatient are we?”

“Dont act like you werent just begging to fuck me,” you forced out, sighing in relief when he finally entered you. You would never get used to how well he filled you, the feeling of him inside you was something indescribable.

You gripped onto his shoulders as he thrusted into you, your body slamming against the wall every few seconds. “You do realize we're basically in public” you forced out in between moans, suggesting that maybe he should try to be more quiet.

“Yeah?” he breathed out, his face inches apart from your own, “I thought that was the whole point of this hmm? I thought it was a kink of yours?” You felt your cheeks redden at his words, unable to think of a response you instead let out a moan. “Didnt realise i had such an effect on you”

“You know fully well the effect you have on me.”

“Do I?” he teased, pressing even more kisses onto your neck as he continued to speak, “Are you going to show me? Are you going to show me the effect I have on you, princess?” he pondered, moving one of his hands to your cheek, forcing you to watch him as you got closer to your release. “Are you going to cum all over my cock, darling? Are you going to be a good girl?”

You nodded at his words. You hand desperately gripped onto his shoulders. You could feel the all too familiar knot build up on your stomach, Max’s quick paced thrusts were enough to have you coming undone after just a few minutes. Your head falling back onto the wall as whimpers left your mouth.

“Shit, darling, i'm close”

“Wait,” you tapped onto his chest, “Wait.”

Max pulled away from you without hesitation, countless thoughts running through his mind but a delighted smirk finally settled on his face when you dropped down on your knees in front of him, mouth wide open and eyes staring directly into his own.

“You're going to be the death of me”

Luckily for the pair of you Christian hadn't bothered to check his footage that day. Not when he found the belongings that had previously been neatly settled on his desk sprawled around the place. And especially not when he found a discarded condom in his bin.

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bruuhky · 2 years ago

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• Charles Leclerc Imagines

#f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #f1 x you #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #charles leclerc #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you

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tpwk-formula1 · 2 months ago

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Daniel Riccardo Sicilian crust Red Sauce Ham Lemonade Mt Dew (dom!reader) Yes Dessert

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

sicilian crust hooking up red sauce rough sex ham "You're so infuriating. Walking around like you own the place and then come back to my room to get fucked properly" lemonade body worship mt dew dom/sub dessert yes served by Daniel Riccardo

Daniel x FWB! reader

TW - riding, dom(kinda reader), more sweet sex than rough, face sitting, praise

WC - 1600+

Y/N POV

"Danny come here," I tell Daniel when he finally shows back from the Paddock well past 2 in the morning.

I was tired, my body was exhausted but Daniel was wired and needed to be doing something I could tell that much.

"Do you want to talk about anything?" I asked Daniel when he crawled into the bed next to me.

He just shook his head and we fell silent for a few minutes just sitting on our phones decompressing from the long day when he finally spoke up.

"Can I ask you something?" Says Daniel making me up my phone down and give him my full attention.

"Of course always," I reply back softly.

"Can you be in charge?" Daniel asks making me raise a brow slightly in confusion.

"In charge of what Danny?" I ask back.

"Like can you like dom me?" Danny asks softly making me smile and laugh a little.

"Why?"

"Cause I wanna be a pillow princess for a day," Danny replies back making both of us bust out laughing before I finally just shrug my shoulders and agree.

"I mean it seems fun," I tell him softly.

"Strip, now," I say after a couple seconds instantly making the atmosphere in the room change. Daniel was staring at me with his jaw dropped in complete shock at the change in my voice.

"I didn't say stare at me. I said to strip now," I tell him again when he made no effort to start stripping. I gently pushed Daniel's shoulder snapping him out of whatever trance he was in and instantly started stripping into nothing leaving him completely bare on top of the white comforter the hotel had provided.

When Daniel was sprawled out on the bed I pulled off my sleep shirt leaving me in just lacey panties I was planning to wear to bed.

I crawled on top of Daniel's lap and bent down to kiss him a few times muttering a few incoherent words before trailing my kisses down his jaw and neck making sure to hit all his sweet spots.

"You're so good Daniel, you deserve the world," I tell him softly while still placing soft kisses around his chest.

With the way that I was bending down over Daniel's body, I could feel his cock getting harder at the praise making me smirk slightly.

"Already getting hard for me I can feel it," I tease while taking just the tip of my finger and tracing from the tip of his cock down to his balls where I grip them into my hand slightly making Daniel hiss.

"I love the sounds you make," I continue teasing while I slowly start jerking his cock off.

"More, please give me more," Daniel whines making me smirk and shake my head no while still keeping the same slow pace that I know is torturing Daniel.

When Daniel was rock hard and even leaking a little bit of precum I release his cock resulting in Daniel letting out a loud whine in retaliation which just makes me smirk more before I slip my panties off taking a few extra seconds due to the weird angle I was at.

Once my panties where off I crawl next to Daniel's body up to his head where I give him a soft smirk before swinging one of my legs over his head so my soaked core was above him.

"I wanna cum two times and then I'll give you want you want," I tell Daniel making him instantly wrap his arms around my thighs and pulling my down so I was seated right on his mouth. Daniel wastes no time in pulling my clit into his mouth making me let out a loud moan.

I lean down slightly and pull Daniel's cock into my mouth sucking on the tip slightly.

I knew what I was doing to Daniel's cock would not be enough to make him cum which had his hips squirming and bucking trying to get more stimulation.

Daniel slipped two fingers into my tight walls and instantly found my G-spot making me moan around his cock.

While Daniel and I weren't technically lovers and just friends we still explored each other's bodies often. Daniel knew how to make me cum in a matter of minutes and I know how to make Daniel cum in a matter of minutes. It was a stupid little deal we made when we were both horny teenagers and now well into adulthood have continued to be each other's person when we are both single. It was nice not having to find a random man to hook up with when I'm in need. I just had to call my best friend and he would be at the door in a matter of minutes.

"Danny," I gasp when I feel my first orgasm approaching making Daniel speed up just slightly which resulted in me cumming all over his fingers and face.

I knew when I moved from Daniel's body his face would be covered in my slick as he has always been such a messy eater.

"Fuck, I need you now," I groan before climbing off of Daniel's face. Fuck the other orgasm I needed Daniel's cock in me right now.

I climb back into Daniel's lap wasting no time in sinking down his cock and instantly start bouncing. I gave myself no time to adjust not wanting to give Daniel anytime for his brain to process the pleasure.

"Fuck," Daniel groans after a few seconds. He was already breathing fast and gripping at my hips helping me keep up the brutal pace that surely would leave me with a bruised cervix but we both needed this kind of fucking right now.

You're so infuriating. Walking around like you own the place and then come back to my room to get fucked properly" I tell Daniel with a smirk making his eyes go wide when he realized what I had said to him.

It was one of the first degrading things he had said to me when we were in the early stages of hooking up and I instantly slapped him in the face not understanding how degrading worked. It was something we had talked about over the years laughing slightly but now in this moment, I could see Daniel's eyes darken in pure lust loving every moment of being my bitch.

"Fuck," Daniel groans, while gripping onto my hips in a bruising fashion. I loved riding Daniel's cock, it was one of the angles that made me feel Daniel all over. Like the way his cock hits all the right places over and over again.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Daniel groans while trying to pull me off his cock to blow his load but I just push his hands away and lean down on Daniel's chest before moving my hips in short but fast thrusts making Daniel whine and still try to push me away but I stayed firm in my position.

"Get up, I'm gonna-" But before Daniel can even finish his sentence he starts cumming deep into my pussy making me start cumming just from the feeling of his cum hitting the walls of my pussy.

When I started cumming I stopped thrusting my hips but made sure to keep rocking my hips to help ride both Daniel and I's orgasms out.

"Fuck, I came in you," Daniel says when we both come down from our highs.

"Are you clean?" I ask a question I already know the answer to.

"Yes, you know this," Daniel replies back while turning on his side and pulling me to his chest so we can cuddle.

"Then it's not an issue," I say simply with a shrug. Daniel just shook his head in confusion but not really question it any further. When we got into adulthood we stopped using protection as much but Daniel had always pulled out per my request but I started birth control about a year ago for other reasons and I finally feel like I've been taking it long enough to feel somewhat okay.

"Fuck, I'm gonna wanna cum in you every time now," Daniel says with a smirk making me laugh slightly.

"That's fine, I'm on birth control now," I tell Daniel making me look at me with pure shock. It had been something I refused to take for years scared of it ruining my body but after being diagnosed with PCOS I knew I needed a bit of help.

"Well, whatever you think is best for your body I will always support," Daniel tells me softly before pulling me in for a slow kiss.

"Thank you," Daniel says after a few seconds of silence.

"For?" I ask back a little confused. Daniel had never once thanked me for sex so I was confused why he would start over a decade later.

"For making life a little easier to live, and being the best kind of distraction," he replied back honestly making me smile and wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me.

"You've always been my favorite distraction. And truthfully I loved every moment of tonight," I reply back making Daniel smile.

"I could tell, I'm definitely gonna let you take over more often, love the way your pussy grips my cock when you ride me," Daniel replies back making my face heat.

"Go on a date with me," I tell Daniel making his head shoot up but a smile across his face.

"I know you were in charge tonight but I wanted to ask you out first," Daniel said with a joking whine laced in his voice.

"Beat ya to it! you had all these years to ask," I reply back with a smile.

"But yes, I will go on a date with you. A real one though, one with the intention of making you more than just my best friend I fuck almost daily," Daniel said.

"Good, cause I don't think I can keep seeing you date shitty woman," I reply back honestly making Daniel smile and pull me in a bit tighter.

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lipringlrh · 8 months ago

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read he doenst want me when he’s sober here

summary: lando’s your best friend but seems to like you when he’s drunk. but then again, he seems to like everyone when he’s drunk.

edit: i’ve replied to a few comments but there’s so many and i don’t want to seem like i’m copy and pasting everything but ill tag people who asked for a part 2 and if anyone else wants to be tagged lmk, ive read all the comments though and thank you all so much🤍

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lipringlrh · 8 months ago

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carrying on with my post about brocedes timelines i’m going to write a brocedes inspired fic with either lewis or max following the event of the real thing (if not lewis based a bit more on the drivers results) so which driver’s preferred for it

also i can never finish series so if anyone has any tips PLEASE lmao also if it’s another driver suggest which pretty please🙏

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lipringlrh · 11 months ago

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its just fics based on lyrics from evermore for different people, nothing linked really !!

edit: may also do this with my good riddance - gracie abrams one too

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enchantestuff · 3 years ago

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mile high - Daniel Ricciardo x reader x Max Verstappen

in which you and Daniel attempt to sneakily join the mile high club only to realize his best friend had heard you two, it should be awkward but sharing is caring after all

any feedback greatly appreciated <33

NOT MY GIF!!

warnings: semi public sex (as usual) praise kink, pain ? kink, slight choking, language, dirty(ish) talk, masturbation, nicknames, ehm yeah

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Your and Daniels sex life was anything but boring.

You were both adventurous and spontaneous which led to some pretty wild sexual stories, like the time he fucked you minutes before he had to go onto the podium, or the time you gave him a handjob under the table at some boring fancy dinner. He always made sure you were comfortable and vice versa. So it came to no surprise to you when, in the middle of the long flight home from a race (on Max’s private plane might you add) he had seemingly innocently grabbed your thigh and kneaded the flesh between his fingers.

Excitement immediately bubbled throughout your body, but you knew you couldn't go any further, you were sat only a few seats away from Max who was the only other person on the plane. You shot a warning glance in Daniels direction and continued to flick through the magazine in your hand. You heard your boyfriend sigh deeply next to you, his hand beginning to trail up your thigh and you couldn’t help but peek down at his tattooed hand.

Daniel had recently found out that his tattoos had an effect on you and ever since then he wouldn’t let it go, using it to his advantage while teasing you and once again he had succeeded. A grin spread wide on his face as he watched your head fall back on the headrest, your lips parted and a content sigh left them, urging Dan to continue his movements. “See i knew you wanted this, princess” he whispered into the crook of your neck.

You pushed his face away from you with your hand and grimaced when he licked a bold stripe up it. “We cant have sex when your best friend is sat practically right behind us!” you scolded, rubbing your hand across your jeans to rid yourself of his saliva.

“I didn't say it had to be here” he shot back.

You rolled your eyes at him,“I wouldn't put it past you.”

Daniel laughed at your remark and sat up in his seat, sparing a glance in Max’s direction who had big headphones covering his ears and seemed to be sound asleep, curled up in his seat.

Daniel didn't give you any time to argue, instead he grabbed your hand and led you towards the small, cramped bathroom. “Are we really joining the mile hile club right now?” you teased as he pushed you onto the small counter.

Your back pressed against the mirror, the coolness causing goosebumps to rise all over your body.”You really need to learn how to shut up sometimes, sweetheart” Daniel muttered and you smirked at his words.

“Make me”

It was so cliche, but it worked and Daniel crashed his lips against yours, your head was pushed back into the mirror and the slight pain that erupted at the contact was pushed away by the feeling of pleasure. His hands began roaming your body, something that you usually loved but found pointless at that very moment. You grabbed his hand, halting its path into your underwear and placed his fingers into your mouth.

You looked up at him with wide eyes and to your surprise he scoffed at you.”Don’t act all innocent when im literally about to fuck you into oblivion with my best friend right outside the door”

“Into oblivion? That's a big promise” you teased. You knew it was a blow to his ego but it always resulted in the most intense, pleasurable sex.

“You really think right now is the best time to be a brat?” he reasoned. God he was so hot when he was angry.

You grabbed his chin with your hand and pulled his face closer to you, his hands came to rest on the counter on either side of your body. “I just think you need a reality check, love, that's all” you shrugged.

You squealed in delight when he roughly pulled you off the counter and turned you around in his arms, he grabbed a fitstfull of your hair in his hand and forced you to look at him through the mirror. “Now i'm going to have to force you to watch as i ruin you”

You moaned at his words, feeling wetness already pool at your core, your arms automatically trailed up to grab at Daniels arms but he swatted them away, grunting madly in your ear.

“I think you lost the privilege to touch me, princess”

You could tell he was mad and when he grabbed your hands with one of his own, holding them tightly behind your back as he littered kisses across your neck, you knew were done for.

His other hand moved to unbutton your jeans, he pulled them down, along with your underwear and didn't hesitate to play with your folds. “Dan, please just -”

You gasped when he pulled your head back to rest on his chest, he removed his tight grip from your hands and you didn't waste any time before grabbing onto his forearm. Daniel paid no mind to the tight squeeze you gave him, completely disregarding his previous statement and used his other hand to muffle the rest of your sentence, “I don't want to hear you right now, princess” he scolded.

You moved your arms behind your body to pull his trousers down, stopping momentarily at the hiss he let out but continuing on with your movements when he didn't stop you. You rubbed him through his boxers and smiled triumphantly when he released his grip from your mouth to grip onto the counter. You were once again trapped between his arms but had no complaints, his mouth was positioned right next to your ear, the moans that he let out at your touch fueled you and you slipped your hand into his boxers to continue stroking him.

“Fuck” he groaned directly in your ear, your eyes rolled back at the sound and Daniel smirked at your reaction.

You noticed his change in stance and knew fully well he was enjoying this so you hurried your movements and you freed him from his boxers, rubbing him between your folds. Daniel's hand was on its way to stop you from going any further but froze mid-air and instead of falling back down onto the counter, he snaked his arm around your chest and squeezed your breast.

You were taken by surprise when he abruptly rolled his hips forward but a moan still left your lips when he stretched your walls. “Fuck dan you - youre so good to me” you moaned out.

If there was anything that Daniel loved more than sex itself, it was the praises that left your lips while you were having sex, he wasn’t going to tell you that of course, but he had a feeling you already knew.

“You don't need to sound so surprised, sweetheart”

God he was cocky, and god you loved it.

You arched your back when he suddenly pounded roughly into you, your arm moved to rest on the door, causing it to move along with the both of you. “Shit dan, right there”

“Right here, darling?” he asked as he repeated his actions once more, a cocky grin plastered on his face when he heard his name repeatedly tumble from your lips.

As much as he loved the noises you made during sex, he knew Max was just behind the door, most likely listening into your current activities. “You're going to have to try to be quiet, princess. Can you do that for me?” he asked in your ear, you shook your head, letting more moans fall from your lips.

Daniel was both frustrated and turned on, but as your nails dug into his forearm he stopped to care. Your noises fueled him more than he'd care to admit.

“You just fuck me so good, Daniel” you sighed in responce to his question. You could see Daniel nodding his head in the mirror as he fucked you from behind and you couldnt take your eyes off him. He was right, he was going to ruin you.

“Good girl”

You could tell he was close from the way he scrunched up his eyebrows and his moans became more and more frequent. Desperate to reach your own release, your hand trailed down your stomach to rub your clit.

Daniel was almost insulted by your actions and swatted your hands away with a frown on his face. You looked up at the mirror in shock, only to see a deeply frustrated Ricciardo staring back at you. “That” his eyes moved down to your core “is mine,” he spoke as he delivered a particularly precise thrust, reaching the spot that you needed him the most.

Your eyes rolled back and your head fell down on his chest. “Fuckkkk” you groaned.

“That's what i thought” He muttered, tapping his fingers against your mouth, letting you lubricate them before circling them around your clit. You knew it wasn’t going to be long until the knot in your stomach unraveled and decided to just enjoy the state of euphoria that you were in.

“Ah shit” you heard from behind the doors, you quickly glanced at Daniel in the mirror, your eyes wide while he choked back his laughter.

“Was that-”

You didn't get to finish your sentence as your eyes rolled back, flashes of light playing behind them when you finally let go. You could feel Daniels' weight on you as you leaned against the counter trying to regain your breath. You winced when he finally pulled out of you, but you made no effort to move, relishing in the cold surface of the counter top. You knew Daniel was moving behind you and smiled at the feeling go him rubbing tissue paper between your thighs , placing a kiss on them before putting your underwear back in place.

“He definitely heard” you mumbled, jumping around to put your jeans back into place.

Daniel just shrugged in response, “is that so bad?”

You whipped around to look at him, he seemed almost shy at his words and you couldn't decipher what he meant. You didn't know if the sheepish shrug he threw your way excited you or frightened you but you didn't want to find out and opened the door instead.

You weren't ready for the image that greeted you outside the door.

Max was breathless, his cheeks flushed and his chest raising up and down with his harsh breathing. He looked almost amused and he watched you and Daniel emerge from the cramped toilet. You couldn't help but bite your lip under his intense gaze, “Everything good?” he smirked, raising his eyebrow as he looked you up and down before locking his eyes with your own.

You gulped in response, Daniel was standing right next to you yet he hasn't made a sound since leaving the toilet. “Yep” You choked out as you scratched your neck, a nervous habit you had picked up over the years.

The next few minutes were full of silence, Daniel and Max spent them staring at each other, almost like they were communicating with their eyes alone and you felt entirely out of place.

“Look Max, i'm just going to be straight with you, I’m sorry we -

You cut yourself off when Max stood up from his seat to take a step closer to you, the warmth that Daniel had emitted from behind you suddenly disappeared and you couldnt help but feel nervous infront of the Redbull driver.

“You have nothing to be sorry about, sweetheart” Max spoke as he walked closer and closer to you, “ and if we're being honest with each other, I quite enjoyed it”

Your eyes involuntarily dropped down, you quickly noticed his quite obvious hard on and glanced around the room in search for Daniel, who was leaning against the wall smirking at the pair of you.

He nodded when you made eye contact with him, so you turned back to Max. “I - erm - “ you stuttered, not at all used to his advances and suddenly flustered by the attention he was showing you.

“What's wrong princess? Do i make you nervous?” he asked, staring deeply into your eyes as he tucked a piece of loose hair behind your ear.

“Just a little”

You could hear Daniel's quiet chuckle from the side, it usually made you weak at the knees but instead it was the smirk that Max threw in your direction that caused you to wobble forwards.

“Put your hands on her hips,” Daniel muttered and before you knew it, Max was standing directly in front of you, his hands on your hips and yours on his chest.

You could feel his breath fanning across your face and your heart began racing in your chest. You glanced over at Daniel, worry written all over your face. “I trust you Y/N,” he smiled as he took a seat, “I trust you both.”

That's all Max needed. He pulled your face into him and connected your lips. The kiss was much more tender than the ones you shared with Daniel and you realized he was just as nervous as you were.

You grinned into him and pulled on his hair, the grunt that he let out replaced any of the remaining awkward tension with pure sexual tension. You could feel his hands roaming around your body and let him explore you as you littered kisses across his neck. Your own hands moved under his shirt and pulled it over his head. His hands unbuttoned your trousers and pulled them down to the floor, he tapped on your thighs, mumbling a “jump” into your mouth before hoisting you up.

It was a weird sensation, straddling Max Verstappen right next to your boyfriend as he looked on and practically guided you both but who were you to complain?

You rolled your hips against him, causing a beautiful moan to escape Max’s lips. You were practically naked on top of him while he was half dressed underneath you which caused you to groan in frustration. The friction caused by the movement of his jeans against your barely clothed core provided your overly stimulated clit with enough pleasure to forget about your frustrations.

“Fuck” you moaned, contining the movements of your hips, resulting in a satisfied grunt leaving Daniels lips.

“I really thought you couldn't get any more sexier, princess, but seeing you do that from this angle - fuck!” Daniel whistled, he couldnt help himself anymore and shoved his hand into his boxers, firmly stroking hinmself as he stared right at you. You bit your lip at the sight and rolled your hips once more, the movement of his hand spreading up with the rolling of your hips. You completely forgot about Max, lost once again in the trance that Daneil always seemed to put you in.

Max, on the other hand, was furious and clearly expressed his frustration when he grabbed your neck and pulled you into him, sloppily connecting your lips and applying light pressure to your neck. You moaned into his mouth and, in desperation to hurry things up, unbuttoned his trousers. He aided you in pulling them down and you quickly grabbed him and sank down onto him.

All your senses were heightened and you knew from only a few rolls of your hips that you weren't going to last. You were overwhelmed, you were still sensitive from the sex you just had with your boyfriend, you were also turned on by the fact he was jacking off next to you at the sight of you riding his best friend, you could hear the frustrated grunts that he let out and there was nothing that turned you on more that the noise of him.

You locked your eyes once more with Max to find him already staring at you in awe. “I - fuck - i dont think im going to last very long” you admitted, you had to place your hands on his shoulders to stablize yourself, completely halting your movements when Max began thrusting up into you.

“Trust me, Y/N, i was never going to last long with you”

You wrapped yourself around him, letting him do all the work. He thrusted into you at a rapid place and placed millions of kisses over your chest. You pulled on his hair when you felt the all too familiar knot build up in your stomach and the groan that he let out was enough for you to come undone for the second time that day.

The plane was full of your panting, Daniels grunts and Max’s moans and you couldn't help but feel bad for the pilot.

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enchantestuff · 3 years ago

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masterlist

prompt list

Daniel Ricciardo

wimbledon

bliss

pure happiness

mile high + max verstappen

when we were young

awards

appreciation + max verstappen

one, two + lando norris

bath time

consolation and celebration + lando norris

with benefits

play pretend two

Pierre Gasly

thighs

baku

official date part two

real man

Charles Leclerc

hatred part two part three

miscommunication part two part three

red dress

solace

Sebastian Vettel

promises

rekindle

Max Verstappen

mile high + daniel ricciardo

forbidden

appreciation + daniel ricciardo

thin walls

Mick Schumacher

mischievous

pillow

Lewis Hamilton

roommates part two

Lando Norris

one, two + daniel ricciardo

brat

consolation and celebration + daniel ricciardo

discrete

sunset swim

George Russell

complicated

Blurbs

… - pierre gasly

birthday - daniel ricciardo

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enchantestuff · 3 years ago

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rekindle - rbr sebastian vettel

in which after a long time apart, you and Sebastian rekindle your love for one another in the least romantic place you could think of - a sweaty, packed nightclub

NOT MY GIF!!

warnings: public sex (ofc), fingering, teasing, lowkey angst at the start, nicknames, uncomfy ex, sebastain Vettel deserves a warning himself, happy sinning

taglist: @theringers @forestviper201 @icemanhoneybadger @formulamei @findthelightinyourlife

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You smirked as your eyes met from across the club for what felt like the hundredth time that night. You hadn't seen him in over a year, the last time you were even in the same country as him had ended up with you climbing into a taxi, speeding away to the airport and him standing half naked in his driveway, wishing for the car to turn around and end his worst nightmare.

The relationship between you and Sebastsian was a complicated one to say the least. You had grown up with each other, your families vacationed together every second summer and you spent many christmases together. It was only when you got older that you started to really appreciate Sebastian.

Daydreams of what it would be like to spend a night in bed with him began to fill your free moments. Images of the two of you tangled in bed was once something that you could only dream about, but that dream certainly became a reality one unforgettable night in Italy.

It was during a celebratory dinner after yet another win that he had leaned over to talk to you. His lips brushed against the side of your neck and goosebumps had risen all over your skin, you cursed yourself for your reaction but soon began praising your childish antics once Sebastian finally caught onto how you felt about him.

The few words of “do i make you nervous, liebe?” led to the two of you making out in the corridor. That celebratory dinner escalated to a friends with benefits situation which set off a more than complicated relationship between the two of you where feelings were of course present, but stubbornness from both sides refused to let them be out in the open.

Your feelings for one another eventually escaped when he got into a nasty crash in the middle of a race. You ran up to him the minute he stormed into the garage, tears welling in your eyes as you crushed into a hug. He held you with just as much force and whispered into your ear what you had been waiting for months to hear.

He told you that you had been the only thing on his mind when he crashed into the wall and he didn't want to go a minute longer without telling you how he really felt about you

As much as you wanted things to be great with Sebastain, your relationship was unfortunately not plain sailing from there and the media had a bring role to play in your downfall. They wouldn't leave him or you alone, constantly following the two of you wherever you went and even going as far as sending mail to your shared home. It was the media that drove you to leave the man you adored and move to another country in search for a new career and a new life away from the public eye.

You stared at him now, unable to tear your eyes away from his beautiful frame. He looked as good as ever and you knew deep down that you would probably never see him again. So against your brain telling you not to, you engraved every detail of his face into your memory, not wanting to let him go just yet.

You felt horrible for leaving him and strongly believed that he hated you for abandoning him. You wouldn't have blamed him if he did, you sometimes hated yourself for that decision. So you kept your distance from him all night, repeatedly telling yourself that if he did not harbor any bad emotions towards you, then he would approach you himself.

To tell the truth, you were too embarrassed to go up to him yourself, too full of guilt to face him after what you had done. But when he made eye contact with you as he pulled a girl into his body, something inside you snapped and you found yourself being dragged into an all too familiar game of cat and mouse with him.

Your night of teasing had officially begun the minute he kissed the brunette's neck, refusing to break your stare as his hands ran up and down her hips. You decided it was your turn to reciprocate the teasing and pulled a random, but still handsome, man towards you to dance. Holding your gaze with him, you allowed the man to grip onto your hips and sway from side to side. Your ass pressing against him with every beat of the music.

You maintained eye contact with him as he chatted with multiple women, his hands resting dangerously low on their backs as he smirked in your direction, you hated how much you loved his little games.

You decided to take a dance break and stepped away from the claustrophobic dance floor. Moving towards the less packed bar, you leaned against the contour top as you ordered yet another drink. The feeling of hands wrapping around your hips didn’t surprise you, nor did the hot breath fanning across the back of your neck. You were used to the warmth of Seb’s body by now and after so much time apart, you still recognized his touch.

“Quite a show you put on back there,” he muttered, gesturing to the bartender for another drink before turning his attention back towards you. You kept your face forward, staring at the variety of liquor stacked on the shelves as Sebastian flirted with you in your ear. He was still positioned behind you, which you saw as the perfect opportunity to press your ass against his crotch.

The tightening of his grip only fueled you to press yourself further into him in hopes that you would emit an even stronger reaction from him, and boy did you get what you wanted. One of his hands rested underneath your breast and as he emitting a small amount of pressure against you, he forced you into him.

No longer leaning against the counter, you could now feel the entirety of his body pressed against you. Every vein and muscle. Every curve and dent of his body, Still, that didn't stop you from wiggling your bum against him.

“Are you trying to turn me on right now, love, or are you really that fucking oblivous?”

You twisted your head to finally look at him, momentarily taken aback by his pure beauty before regaining your confidence again. “That depends,” you hummed, purposely brushing your lips against his neck as you spoke, “Is it working?”

His hold on you tightened and somehow he pulled you even closer to him, allowing you to feel every inch and vein of his hardened cock. “Someones excited,” you smiled, immediately freezing up when you caught sight of your ex boyfriend standing next to you.

He was the man you had been with before Seb and it was safe to say he had completely broken your heart.

Confusion immediately filled Sebs body at your reaction, fearful he had done something wrong he moved to stand beside you, holding onto your bicep as he looked you in your eyes. “Are you alright, darling?” he questioned, his eyes bouncing back and forth as he searched your face for any indication of pain.

“Yeah its - “

“Y/N! Great to see you.” Dread immediately filled your body at the infamous voice, you felt yourself go rigid in Sebastian's grip and desperately wished for your ex to leave the two of you alone.

“Who's this douche?” Seb whispered in your ear, trying to relive some of your tension and comfort you in what seemed to be a terribly uncomfortable situation.

“Brad, hey,” you muttered, you grabbed hold of Sebastian's hand that was previously sprawled on the bar countertop, using the warmth of his touch as a confidence booster to finally turn around and face the brutal ex.

“How have you been?” he asked, refusing to even glance at the Redbull driver next to you, focusing his hungry gaze on you and you only.

You sighed deeply at his attempt of small talk. Could he not just say hello and move on? Did he really need to interrupt your night.

Sebastian kept a close eye on you throughout your short conversation. A sense of protectiveness filled him at your rigid stance, he knew you could handle the situation yourself but he couldn't help but want to aid you. He felt the need to get involved. So he did.

He didn’t let you answer the man's next question of what you had recently been up to, instead he grabbed hold of the side of your face, his fingers dipping into the nape of your neck as he pulled you into him. He grinned smugly at the worried glance you threw his way before connecting your lips together.

The kiss was hesitant at first.

Taking into account this was your first shared kiss together since the breakup, it felt both natural and unusual to be kissing him again, but as the seconds passed you found yourself relaxing in his hold and began kissing him back with much more force.

You lost yourself in the moment, the idea of your ex boyfriend watching you make out with your other ex boyfriend didn't even cross your mind. You solely focused on the way Sebastian’s lips felt against yours after such a long time apart. He was addicting.

Your eyes fluttered open when he pulled away, blushing slightly at the sheepish look he threw your exes way. “What were you saying, mate?” he confidently asked.

The feeling of his palm burned against your cheek and you couldn't even bring yourself to look at Brad, but you didn't need to as he just stumbled away, clearly intimidated by Sebastian.

There was no need for you to say anything to Seb - if the way you were teasing him earlier on in the evening was of no indication to how you felt about him - then the lustful look you were giving him now certainly was.

He immediately pulled you back into him, your lips reconnecting in a lustful kiss. With no more awkwardness surrounding the two of you, you found yourself enjoying it even more.

Moving one of his hands down your body, Sebastian forcefully squeezed your bum which emitted a gasp from you, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth, further deepening the kiss. He pressed his body against yours and your hands raked across it, feeling his muscles flex against your hands.

You moaned into his mouth the minute he dug his hips into you, the feeling of his body so close to you bringing you back to when the two of you dated. Confusion filled you when he pulled away, ending your lovely make out session and disappointing you tremendously. “Don't start what you can't finish, love” he warned, leaning down to scatter kisses across your chest, nipping and licking at every exposed area.

“Who says I can't finish this?” you remarked, grinning at the way his eyebrows rose at your statement.

“Look around us, darling” he stood up straighter, craning his neck to glance from side to side, taking into account the multiple people surrounding the two of you. Hundreds of people filled the room, hundreds of eyes that could possibly witness something. Hundreds of reasons why the two of you shouldn't get ahead of yourselves. But then again, when he looked back at you and the playful pout that crossed your features - he found himself making up a hundred different reasons as to why it was such a brilliant idea.

“But then again,” he continued, leaning closer to you in order to whisper in your ear, “that's never stopped us before.”

A shiver ran up your spine at his words, images flashing through your mind of previous encounters the two of you had in the most inappropriate areas. Cutting your daydream short, Sebastian grabbed hold of your hand and guided you up the stairs to the more secluded vip area.

The bouncer merily glanced at Sebastian before lifting the red velvet rope and letting the two of you in. Nodding a small thanks to the man, he continued his journey into the dimly lit area, a content hum leaving his lips at the sight of a small booth in the corner.

He sat down on the plush seats and you fell down to sit on top of him, the lower half of your body covered by the wooden table in front of you. Sebastian wasted no time in kissing your neck, unable to detach himself from your skin for more than a few moments.

Your head fell back onto his shoulder, watching the small group of people ahead of you dancing and laughing at each other caused a blush to quickly creep up your cheeks. The thought if anyone witnessing your antics both embarrassing and exciting you.

“Are you sure you want to do this, liebe?” Seb questioned, he placed his finger on your cheek and forced you to look at him as he spoke. “Because once we start, I won't be able to stop.”

“And why would I ever want you to stop?” you shot back, pressing your bum further into him to prove your point. Sebs eyes scanned the area, having seemingly decided the risk of getting caught was worth it, he ran his fingers up your thigh, under your skirt and into your underwear.

His other hand trailed the opposite direction, moving up your body to gently squeeze your breast. You arched your back at the sensation, your ass moving further into him and a harsh squeeze being delivered as a result.

Slipping a finger into you, his hand flew away from your breast to clamp over your mouth, muffling the sudden moan that escaped you. “You have to be quiet, sweetheart. There's people around us,” he reminded.

He littered gentle kisses up your neck and you could feel his smirk against your skin at the shaky breath you let out the minute he slipped a second finger into you. “I don't think anyone else deserves to hear your moans, darling.”

You hummed against his hand, wetness pooling at his words and your eyes fluttering closed as his thumb began to circle your clit. “Move up for a second, liebe,” he demanded once he removed his fingers from you. Having no other option but to comply, you braced your hands against the table and stood up on shaky legs. You patiently waited as Sebastain undid his belt, the sound of the metal coming undone bringing a newfound wetness to your core.

“Ready?” he questioned, moving his hand up and down your thigh to comfort you. You nodded your head, biting harshly on your lip, you quickly glanced behind you and yet another shaky breath tumbled from your lips at the sight you beheld.

Sebastain was sprawled across the couch with his dick barely covered by your body. The sight of him shamelessly sitting there did something to you and before you lost your confidence, you slowly lowered yourself down onto him.

“Keep quiet now,” he reminded once you took all of him in. Your hands gripped onto the table in front of you, your knuckles quickie turning white as you used it as leverage to start moving.

The sound of your skin hitting against sebastians was muffled by the laughter of the crowd and the loudness of the msic booming across the grand club. “I'm trying,” you grunted.

You slowly bounced on him, trying to keep your movements small and inconspicuous to the people around you. But Sebastian could only last so long without needing to take over. A moan accidentally escaped you once he began thrusting his own hips upwards to meet yours. In response to your foolishness, he grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking not so gently on it as a warning and forcing you to look at the dim lights hanging above you instead of the people ahead of you.

Holding onto your body he quickly steadied you, forcing you to halt your movements as a random man walked up to the two of you. You shifted in his hold and attempted to reposition yourself to look more natural towards the stranger. You just wanted it to seem like you were cuddling the driver, not bouncing on his dick.

One of your arms wrapped around his neck while the other laid on his chest. You spared a quick glance downwards, making sure your skirt covered everything before looking back up at the man. Sebastian greeted him, admittedly not poilelty, but he greeted him nevertheless. It only took a few seconds for the two of you to realise he was a fan and by the looks of it, would do anything to hold a conversation with the Sebastian Vettel.

You couldn't help but move on his lap, the need for friction overwhelming you after staying put for several minutes. You slowly began rolling your hips, your heart racing at the sudden release of pressure and also at the fact you were grinding on him with a fan of his only a few feet away.

Sebastian cleared his throat, trying desperately to pay attention to the man in front of him and not on how good you felt clenching around him. His hips unintentionally runted up into you, muttering a quick curse under his breath he grimaced at the man, cutting his sentence short as he gestured towards you. “If you wouldn't mind,” he sympathetically commented.

“Right, right sorry,” he mumbled, “Enjoy your night.”

He soon scrambled away from view and Sebastian began carelessly thrusting into you again. You returned to your original position, now resting your head against the table, thankful for the pleasure filling your whole body. You could feel a bead of sweat forming on the nape of your neck and were almost certain you looked a mess but you couldn't have cared as you got nearer and nearer to your peak.

This new angle allowed Sebastian to take control of your activities. He guided your hips back and forth, not paying attention to the movement of the table nor the attention that the two of you could possibly bring your way. All he wanted was to bring you to your release. “Are you going to cum for me, darling?” he whispered. You nodded against the table, the coolness of the wood reliving your flushed cheeks as you felt the knot begin to release in your stomach.

You moved your hand to grip onto his thigh, “I'm gonna-” you mumbled, unable to finish your sentence as he gripped onto the back of your neck and forced you to sit up straight. His fingers immediately fell down your throat in a poor attempt to muffle your moans. You whimpered loudly at his show of dominance, your attempts to keep quiet failing profusely as he hurried his movements.

His fingers moved further down your throat as your walls clenched around him. Before you knew it you were spilling yourself against Sebastain. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head and heat filling your body as he followed in your actions.

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enchantestuff · 3 years ago

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civil - Charles Leclerc

part one

part two of hatred, in which Charles and Y/N still don't necessarily like eachother but still end up awfully close to each other in their shared bathroom

NOT MY GIF!!

warnings: language, fingering, just the usual really

1.8k words

Waking up next to Charles was awkward to say the least. You woke up before him, groaning at the bright light that entered the room before rolling over and snuggling your face into what you thought was your pillow but ended up being a chest. A very hard, warm chest.

The events of last night came crashing back to you, and although you didn't necessarily regret it, you didn’t know how Charles would feel with you snuggled up to him, so you kept deadly still, in order not to wake the brunette boy sleeping next to you. “Mmmm morning” he mumbled as he rubbed his eyes with one hand.

“Oh thank god” you sighed as you jumped up from the bed and shrieked when you realized you were still naked, you quickly grabbed the bed sheets off the bed, exposing a very naked and a very handsome Charles Leclerc.

“Yep, take the bedsheets, that's fine” he groaned as he rolled to the side to glance at you pacing up and down the room.

He winced when you stopped in front of him, his eyes travelled down your neck which was so red it almost looked as if it was bleeding. Deep scrapes littered it where he had dug his ring into your skin the previous night. He felt a pit of shame bury itself in his stomach as he thought about how he really lost himself in the moment with you.

You looked down at Charles’ scrunched up face and dread began to creep up your spine. “Oh no” you cursed as you almost ran into the bathroom, your eyes widening as you looked at yourself in the mirror. You knew you and Charles weren’t necessarily the definition of gentle last night but you didn’t realise things had gotten that far. You touched the tender skin and winched at the immediate discomfort you felt, god it even stung to swallow.

Charles appeared behind you, now half clothed with an apologetic look on his face. He sighed as you both held eye contact in the mirror. “I am sorry” he mumbled, refusing to maintain eye contact with you.

“Never thought Id hear you say those words, Leclerc”

Charles smirked at your words, his eyes dropping to the bedsheet you clung around your body as his tongue darted to wet his lips, an action that you didn’t miss, nor did you comment on. “There's the Y/N that I know” he commented as he turned around to leave the now claustrophobic room.

A gasp tumbled from your lips and he halted before he stepped out, quickly turning towards you with furrowed eyebrows and parted lips. “Your back” you whispered as you turned him back around. Your finger lightly traced the blood red marks trailing down his back, you were careful not to apply any pressure which seemingly didn't help as Charles hissed in pain and flinched away from you. “I'm so sorry” you sighed as your hand rested awkwardly in front of you.

“It's alright” he shrugged, “if it helps it was so worth it”

You rolled your eyes at him and turned back towards the mirror, refusing to let him see the blush creeping up your cheeks nor the grin that made its way on your face. “You can leave now, Leclerc” you mumbled as you pulled out your makeup bag and attempted to cover up the monstrosity on your neck.

“We still hate each other right?” you heard him ask before he closed the door

“I'd still love to kick your ass, Charles”

“I'm counting on it.”

You had managed to cover your neck to the point nobody would notice unless they knew to look. You were currently sitting beside Charles eating breakfast while you simultaneously went over some questions that he would be asked in his next interview. The atmosphere between the two of you had noticeably changed, you had not bickered for the whole duration of breakfast, some sly comments had been thrown at each other, but things between the two of you were civil for once.

Mattia glanced at the two of you from his own table, a sly smile on his lips as he knew his plan had actually worked. “Right that's about it” you spoke as your straightened the notes sprawled in front of you and placed them into your bag, “your schedules pretty much free after your interview, it's just the charity dinner at 6 so be ready”

“We literally share a room, If i was to be late you'd know about it”

“Thank you for reminding me, Charles. As if i wasn’t painfully aware of it already”

''Oh come on, don't deny that you love sharing a room with me, ma jolie,” Charles teased as you both walked out of the dining hall.

“You really can't keep your ego in check for more than an hour can you?” you laughed as you pushed past the doors, “and do not call me your jolie”

“Would you prefer ma cherie?” Charles teased as you rolled your eyes

“Even worse”

“Mon amour?”

“Wow you've slept with me once, didn't realise you fell in love so fast, Leclerc”

“Ha ha you're - oh shit!” Charles cursed as he grabbed your waist and pulled you into him, making way for the sudden crowd that escaped the elevator. Your waist was practically on fire, you could feel each one of his fingers digging into you and the heat that was emitted from his body behind you was almost unbearable. You couldn’t focus on anything else except his hands on you.

Charles was also deeply focused on the feeling of you against his body and he didn’t even realise how long he was holding onto you until the elevator door closed and you both rushed to press the button.

You had avoided Charles from the moment you entered your shared room to the second you finished getting ready for the charity dinner. You were embarrassed of how you acted when he touched you and didn't want to face him until it was absolutely necessary. So here you were, standing in front of the bathroom mirror in your black dress, talking to yourself in order to ease your nerves.

Charles knocked before he opened the door and you both made eye contact in the mirror. “Deja vu” you mumbled as you admired the way Charles looked in his Ferrari suit.

“You..don't look bad” Charles coughed out and you laughed as you turned around, leaning against the marble countertop while you crossed your arms

“Wish i could say the same, Leclerc” you grinned. Charles copied your stance and crossed his arms as he leaned against the wall opposite you.

“Once again, didn't take you for a liar”

You gulped as flashes of the previous night ran through your mind. “You need to stop thinking so highly of yourself, Charles”

“Do I?” Charles cocked his head to the side, “maybe you need to stop being such a brat”

“Because you're just so great aren’t you Charles?”

You were both now standing in front of each other, chests rapidly moving up and down and you stared into his eyes. “Fuck you, Y/N”

Charles was fuming, you could see him clenching and unclenching his jaw as he tried to keep his cool, but you had enough of him and his beautiful face and god you just couldn’t stop thinking about him.

“Grow a pair and fuck me yourself”

Charles forcefully grabbed your hips as he spun you around to face the mirror once again. He was in no way gentle as he pushed you against the counter and grunted in your ear. “Someone needs to teach that pretty little mouth of yours a lesson” he scolded as he ran his hand along the slit of your dress, moving closer and closer to your core before weaving his fingers up and down your folds.

“You pretend to be this innocent angel but then you plan to walk around a room full of people with no panties huh” he groaned as he circled your clit, his other hand roamed your body before landing on your breast, giving it a harsh squeeze before tangling his fingers in your hair. “Do you realise what that's going to do to me tonight?” he asked and you whimpered as he moved his finger into you.

You grabbed the counter with one hand while the other gripped onto his forearm, nails pressing into his blazer. You made eye contact with him through the mirror and Charles was almost speechless as the pretty sight in front of him. He gently tugged on your hair, leading your head to rest on his shoulder, he watched you intently as he added another finger into you, relishing in the moans that left your lips and the way your eyes shut in pleasure.

“God, do you know what you do to me, Y/N?” he asked before he removed his hand from your hair and grabbed your chin in order to meet your lips.

“F-fuck, Leclerc” you moaned into his mouth as his fingers continued to move in and out of you at a rapid pace.

“So nice to hear you moaning my name, ma jolie” You blushed at the moan that left your mouth and cursed yourself at the butterflies that swarmed your stomach. “Oh you like that, ma jolie?”

You wanted so badly to stop embarrassing yourself, so you grabbed Charles free hand and placed his fingers into your mouth, sucking on them sensually as you looked at him in the mirror. You felt pride build up in your stomach as he threw his head back and let out a deep groan.

He moved his head to the side of your neck and placed kisses all over your collarbone and up towards your ear. “Merde, mon cheri, you are ruining me”

You gagged as Charles moved his fingers further down your throat, but your focus soon shifted on the knot rapidly building up in your stomach, Charles took note of the sudden change in your demeanor and smirked in delight. “Look at me when you let go” he demanded as he removed his fingers. He groaned as you arched your back, your bum brushing against his already hard cock, making him curse in your ear, which in return caused shivers to run up your arms.

“Shit - fuck - Charles” you moaned as you felt yourself go limp in his arms. Charles granted you a few minutes to recover before removing his fingers from you and placing them in his mouth. Your mouth fell open at the sight and you couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together.

“As delicious as you look right now, I think you should probably clean up before dinner” Charles teased.

Yu braced your weight against the counter as you threw him a lazy smile across your shoulders, “Fuck you, Lecerlc”

“You’ll get the chance later” he winked as he closed the door behind him.

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enchantestuff · 3 years ago

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miscommunication - charles leclerc

in which your Pierres little sister and reap the consequences after an eventful night in Monaco with his best friend

I think I'm going to make this into a series, like 3 more parts maybe??

part two

GIF NOT MINE!!!

warnings: smut, my failed attempt at angst (I tried), language, em yeah

3k words (I have no idea how that happened)

You had known Charles for years, which wasn't particularly surprising considering you were Pierres little sister.

When you were little you envied their friendship, constantly trying to insert yourself in their games and conversations. You had lost count of the amount of times they slammed a door in your face, demanding you to leave them alone. You hadn’t realised how annoying you were being as you followed them around everywhere, even if Pierre had scolded you for it each day.

When you were a teenager, Pierre purposely kept Charles away from you, telling him that if he even looked in your direction he wouldn't hesitate to end their friendship. You, of course, had no idea of the threat not that it mattered as you didn't paid any attention to the infamous duo during those few years, living in your own little world full of clothes , friends and different boys.

Now, however, you were an adult and all you wanted to do was support your brother throughout his career. In recent years you had gone to as many races as you physically could, but of course you had your own job and unfortunately didn’t have the time to attend any race this season.

Pierre was disappointed, he loved having you there to support him, but he understood that you had your own life and never placed any blame on you. After years of the two of you constantly ignoring each other and bickering, you had finally begun to act like siblings and all he wanted to do was make up for lost time.

You had thankfully gotten three weeks off work - well they weren’t necessarily weeks off as you still had to do your job, but your boss insisted that there was no need for you to trek to the office everyday when you were perfectly capable of doing the work at home on your laptop. The timing couldn't have been better with the triple header just around the corner, it almost seemed like a miracle and you were gonna enjoy every minute of it.

You grinned as you texted your brother.

Any spare tickets to the race :)

He replied almost immediately.

You're kidding, which one?

All of them?

Your texting was cut off by Pierres contact photo appearing on your phone. You answered instantly only to hear Pierre screaming through your speakers, he also slipped in a few delighted curse words before finally letting you talk.

“My boss gave me the next three weeks off so I’m going to go support my favourite brother” you grinned.

“Your only brother” he remarked and you could practically hear him rolling his eyes.

You spent the next few hours catching up and retelling pointless stories. You had gone to sleep with a lazy smile on your face and woke up the next morning to a text from Pierre, telling you that he had organized your passes for the three weekends as well as the flights, all you had to do was find a hotel. He slipped in the name of the hotel that he was staying at, and to your luck there was still room available. Now all that was left to do was wait.

You grinned giddy as you stepped off the plane and walked toward the baggage collection area, excited to finally get back to watching races in person. You rubbed your eyes in surprise when you spotted your brother waiting for you. “Pierre?” you screamed delightly, running up to him and pushing his body into a bone crushing hug. It felt like you hadn’t seen him in forever even if it was only a few months.

“Bonjour,” he laughed as he hugged you back.

“I thought you were busy all day today” you exclaimed once you pulled away from him.

He sheepishly shrugged at you with a lazy grin on his face. “I may have lied, are you ready to go?”

You nodded your head at him and for the first time in a long time your mind drifted towards your brother's best friend, Charles, who you hadn’t spoken to since an eventful night in Monaco a few months ago.

You cursed yourself as you thought back to that very moment.

Charles was having a party at his lovely home, you can't remember now what you were celebrating but everyone was ecstatic. You could hear the music from across the street and you knew before you even entered the house that it was going to be a night to remember.

The moment you stepped foot inside you were surrounded by multiple drunk people, all with large grins and hooded eyes plastered on them and you laughed as almost everyone stumbled around the house.

You spotted your brother in the middle of the room dancing with a pretty blonde, he had a goofy smile on his face and you knew from that sight of him alone that he was wasted. You were the only sober person there, at least that's what you thought until Charles had made his way to you with two cups in his hand, alcohol for you and water for him.

“I thought you were celebrating,” you mused as you took a sip of the dark liquor.

“Someone needs to keep these drunk idiots in check,” he joked.

“Well in that case” you said as you handed your drink to a stranger and took a sip of his water instead. You laughed at the bewildered look he threw your way before continuing, “I'm not going to let you tackle this party alone.” The smile that formed on Charles was genuine and your breath hitched in your throat at the sight.

You surprisingly enjoyed yourself the whole night, maybe that was because you knew everyone there, but most likely it was because you spent the whole night with Charles.

A few hours into the party he turned to you asking to dance, you didn't even hesitate to say yes, nerves surrounded you immediately and they only got worse when his hands dipped dangerously low on your hips. Your eyes automatically searched for Pierre and you left out a sigh of relief when you couldn't find him anywhere.

The thought of getting caught fueled both you and Charles, so when he spun you around to face him neither of you hesitated to connect your lips. You considered yourself lucky that everyone around you was too drunk to notice your heated make out and used it to your advantage. You pulled him even closer to you, moaning in his ear when he grabbed your bum and giggling at the whimper he let out.

You felt dizzy. The fact that you were both sober made your first kiss even more real.

You were anxious when he asked you if you wanted to go somewhere more private but agreed nevertheless, hoping that maybe he had wanted you for as long as you had wanted him.

He had tenderly kissed you again once he closed the door behind him.

“God, you have no idea how long i've waited to do this,” he moaned in your ear and although you knew that was just something people said in the heat of the moment, you let yourself believe it. You let yourself believe every single word that left his lips and got even more attached to the moment.

You revealed a piece of yourself to him that night, not only a physical part, but a part of your heart as you admitted your deepest secrets to him. “Fuck, Charles, I’ve always wanted you,” you moaned when he gently placed you on the bed.

You attached yourself to the kisses he placed all over your body, you paid attention to every bit of affection that he showed you, never once wanting him to stop. When he positioned himself next to you and asked if you were sure you told him there was nothing you've ever been more sure about.

You had both simultaneously moaned when he entered you, laughing at each other afterwards, which made your heart flutter. He was Charles, your brothers best friend and yet sex with him felt so natural.

He placed a tender kiss to your chest before he started moving and you couldn't help but hold him close to you, he didn't seem to mind however as he nested his head in the crook of your neck, letting you hear all the soft gasps and grunts that left his mouth.

You arched your back in pleasure when he reached the deepest parts inside you, your toes curled and your eyes rolled back and all you could think was God why didn't we do this sooner?

“Don't stop, please Charles, don't stop” you moaned in his ear, and if you weren't in a completely different world you would have noticed the shiver than ran down his entire body at your words.

“Trust me, mon amour, i never want to stop”

You weren't even aware of the moans the left your lips until Charles had grabbed your chin and looked at you with desperation written all over his face, “Merde, Y/N, i want more than anything to make this moment last but If you keep making those pretty little sounds you're gonna make me cum”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words “Shut me up then”

And he did, he grunted as he reconnected your lips, swallowing your moans and letting out his own in the process. From the kissing, to Charles’ moans and the rolling of his hips it didn't take you long to release the knot in your stomach.

You regretted it now, thinking back on it, it had completely ruined your friendship with Charles. Your daily silly texts to each other had ceased to exist, your weekly facetime calls had died and a piece of you had broken.

You didn’t expect any less, he was your brother's best friend and even though you always found him insanely attractive, you knew deep down he would have found your little crush on him weird. You always had the suspicion that he saw you as a little sister, and the way he completely ignored you after your hookup had proven them to be true.

You couldn't hate him, or even place the blame of your failed friendship on him as you also went out of your way to ignore him, something that you really regretted but couldn’t change.

“You alright?” Pierre asked as he grabbed your suitcase in his hand.

“Yeah sorry i - i don't know what happened to me there,” you choked out, walking alongside Pierre to his car.

“It's free practice tomorrow, you coming?” he asked once you were both sitting comfortably in his car.

“Yeah, of course” you nodded as you watched the tall buildings pass by in the window.

“Everyones misses you, you know?” he quickly glanced over at you while he drove, wondering what the hell you were thinking so hard about.

“Yep” you sighed, “Me too,” but all you could think about was the Ferrari driver and how awkward it would be to see him again

You had shut yourself in your hotel room for the rest of the night, the flight and overly long check in had taken all the remaining energy out of you and all you wanted to do was curl into the hotel bed and sleep for as long as you possibly could. So that's what you did, until Pierre rang your phone, telling you that he was leaving for free practice in half an hour, wondering if you needed lift, which of course you did you had mumbled to him while scrabbling out of the bed and running to your bathroom to take the quickest shower of your life.

You had somehow gotten ready in time and before you knew it you were walking around the paddock with Pierre next to you, basking in the glorious sun.

Pierre whistled in excitement when he spotted Charles walking out of the Ferrari motorhome. The brunette quickly turned at the sound, a smile forming on his face when he spotted Pierre, his eyebrows raising soon after as he finally noticed you next to him. Your heart beat loudly in your chest as he got closer and closer to you.

You stood firmly in your spot, uncertain if a hug would be too big of an action after months of silence between you both, quite frankly you didn’t even want to touch him, the pain that he had caused you cutting too deep. Unfortunately, he beamed at you and grabbed your hips, pulling you into his chest and rocking you both side to side.

“Hi,” you laughed, unwilling to cause a scene in front of your brother, you moved your arms to wrap around his neck.

“It's great to see you” he admitted when he pulled away and you felt your throat close up at his words. “I’ve missed you”

“I missed you too,” you smiled and although it wasn’t a lie, the words felt dirty leaving your lips. You shouldnt have missed him, not when he left you lying alone in his bed after you both had sex.

“God, you're acting like you haven't spoken to each other in months,” Pierre laughed, and you and Charles shared an awkward look with each other. The silence that followed was unbearable.

You cleared your throat as you looked around the paddock. “I'm going to get some water” you quickly spilled out and abruptly turned in the other direction, ignoring the confused look that Pierre shot in your direction. You had only taken a few steps when Charles grabbed your arm and pulled you behind a random building.

“Shh it's me” he flinched as you pushed yourself away from him, “it's me” he repeated looking at the bewildered expression on your face.

“You couldn’t have just talked to me like a normal human being?” you argued, “Did you really have to drag me behind a building?”

“I couldn't talk about you know what around you know who” he threw back and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Oh! You dont want to talk about us having sex infronf of Pierre” you snapped and he covered your mouth with his hand. You bit his hand and he gasped in response.

“You bit me!” he half shouted.

“You didn’t seem to mind last time” you commented , relishing in how flustered Charles had gotten.

“We need to talk about that” he choked out, looking absolutely anywhere except your eyes.

“Oh so now you want to talk about it?” you asked with an accusing tone to your voice, surpringing not only Charles but also yourself.

“I know it was a dick move, I just” he sighed “I didn’t know how to bring it up”

“How about maybe not leaving straight away? How about sending me a text explaining how you felt instead of leaving me in the dark for months? If you thought it was a mistake you could have just-”

“I didn't think it was a mistake”

You couldn't help the effect those words had on your heart, but suddenly you were even more furious, he was unintentionally playing with your heart and you didn't know how much more of it you could take.

“Then why didn't you tell me!”

You were frustrated and he wasn’t helping one bit. He had left it too late, the damage was done, you had spent months regretting your decision to climb into bed with him and a few words lazily strung together to form a sentence wasn't going to erase the emotional damage he caused you. It didn't matter anymore whether it was intentional or not

“I didn't want to ruin our friendship”

“That is the dumbest excuse I've ever heard!”

You could feel tears pricking your eyes and all you wanted to do was sob your heart out, but you refused to cry in front of him, you didn't want him to know the effect he had on you. “Look your late and i - i need to breathe”

You didn't give him a chance to reply as you ran away, unable to face the boy who broke your heart: the boy who had given you everything you could possibly want, only to snatch it out of your grasp.

You cursed yourself for getting attached to that moment because now, every time you closed your eyes, all you see was him panting on top of you and all you could feel was his lips on your skin. It was a memory that used to delight you but now all it brought was sadness and pain.

You knew your attachment issues would bring you pain one day, but only now as you crouched down next to some random building, did you realise it would be physical pain. You clawed at your neck in desperation. You couldn't breathe. Your tears were practically suffocating you and you couldn't help but think Charles' hands ripping your heart from your chest was the cause.

Unknowingly to you, Charles watched your retreating figure with tears forming behind his eyes. It had finally hit him how much he fucked things up. He thought he was doing the right thing, he thought maybe you needed space, maybe you would have regretted it.

He wore his heart on his sleeve that day, everything that he told you was true, he was just so scared. So scared that he would be left heartbroken, that his feelings were unrequited, that maybe, just maybe, you would be disgusted with yourself for what you two did.

He left early the next morning to hype himself up, to finally tell you about his feelings for you that had been bubbling around in his stomach for years, but when he returned to his bedroom you were gone.

He didn't realise how much waking up to an empty bed would affect you, just as much as you didnt realise how much leaving would affect him.

He was never good at communication, but it was so easy with you, so why didn't he pick up the phone? He had no excuse except that he was scared.

It was his fear that hurt him the most. It was his fear that broke your heart and that had hurt him so much more than he thought was possible.

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jealousy - Charles Leclerc

part 3 of hatred, in which something in Charles snaps upon seeing you flirting with another man

Final part ahhhh!!! Also I'm sorry this took SO long I had to process the gp

part one part two

NOT MY GIF

warnings: hmm as per usual semi public sexual activities (no surprise there), jealous!Charles, choking, language, idk what else but you get the gist

1.8k words

You couldn't focus for the entirety of the dinner. You and Charles were sitting at different tables and you couldn’t help but look in his direction every few minutes. You nodded unethustiastically at whatever the man sitting next to you was saying. Under any other circumstance you would've been flirting with him, but your mind was full of images of the Ferrari driver. You just couldn't wait to get him alone in your shared room and finally properly thank him for earlier on.

You shook your head as you went to pour yourself another glass of wine. If someone had told you three days ago that you would be daydreaming about Charles you would have slapped them silly. Oh how the times had changed.

You realised you were acting like a fool and decided then and there to enjoy your night, even if it meant picturing the man next to you as Charles. “You're not listening to a word I'm saying are you?” the man laughed and you felt yourself blush in embarrassment.

“I'm so sorry” you shyly smiled, tilting your body in your chair to fully face him “I promise you have my undivided attention starting…” you took a sip of wine “now,” you smiled and the man laughed and continued to give you his undivided attention.

Charles, like you, formed a new habit of glancing in your direction every few minutes. He wanted so badly for the dinner to be over and judging by the look on your face, you felt the same way.

Charles had gotten dragged into an admittedly boring and long conversation, he found himself stifling a yawn every few minutes and decided to chance his luck and flicker his eyes to your table. His eyebrows furrowed and his jaw clenched at the sight of you and the blond boy smiling at eachother.

He clenched and unclenched his fist under the table, he had to force himself to remove his eyes from you and continue his completely pointless conversation, a conversation that was now seriously pissing him off.

From that moment on he caught himself staring at you more and more frequently. He relished in how good you looked and found it completely unfair that the blond man had the pleasure of sitting so close to you, getting to hear your laugh and see your beautiful smile.

“Ah fuck” he swore to himself when he finally processed what he was thinking. He was in deep.

After an hour of torturing himself he decided to take matters into his own hands and abruptly stood up from his table, telling everyone he was off to the toilet before discretely walking past your table.

You also were not enjoying yourself. The blond man,who you learned was named Sam, was lovely, but unfortunately he was also a complete bore who would not stop talking about the two fish that he owed as a little boy. You had given it your best attempt, trying to steer the conversation in a different direction but unfortunately it had failed.

Your back straightened when you felt rough fingers trail across the width of your back, you slightly turned your head, catching a glimpse of Charles walking away from your table, he stuffed his hand into his pocket as he looked over his shoulder and smirked at you. You felt extremely giddy as you apologised to your companion and quickly followed Charles into what you assumed would be the bathroom.

The moment you entered the room you felt the door slam behind you, Charles immediately appeared in front of you, one of his hands splayed across the door while the other reached behind you to lock it. “Hi” you softly gasped as you stared into his eyes.

“Hi pretty girl” he smirked as he placed his hands on your waist, he watched you intently and wasted no time in touching your skin. He slowly moved his hands downwards, stopping at your hips to give them a squeeze before continuing down the slit of your dress, he brought his hand up to your core and grinned at the wetness. “That was fast,” he muttered as he brought his fingers up to his lips.

“You can't expect me to just be okay after that stunt you pulled earlier on” you forced out, your eyelids drooping as he stimulated your clit.

“I quite enjoyed that, ma jolie,” he whispered as he placed a kiss under your ear. You moved your hands to undo the buttons of his trousers, you furrowed your eyebrows when he grabbed your wrists and forced them over your head. “It's not about me, Y/N” he confessed as he kissed down your neck and over your collarbones.

You pulled your hands out of his grasp and pulled on his locks, you weren't anticipating the groan that left his lips, nor the lustful way that he looked at you, it hazed your judgement momentarily and you pressed your lips against his. You felt your heart flutter in your chest as Charles gently placed his hands on either side of your jaw, he tilted your head, allowing him to deepen the kiss and providing you with what you'd consider the best kiss you two ever shared. It was full of something more than lust, almost like he wanted to prove something to you, but your head was too hazy to think into it.

You kissed him back with just as much passion and whimpered when he spread your legs with one of his own. You couldn't help but roll your hips against his thigh causing a sigh of bliss to escape not only your mouth, but Charles’ too.

“Shit” you gasped as you pulled away from him, you opened your mouth to speak but Charles took that opportunity to slip his tongue back into your mouth and continue your pantie dropping kiss. Your judgement was once again clouded and you pulled him even closer to you. One of his hands trailed down your body to the small of your back, pushing your core closer to what you wanted the most from him.

“Wait, no” you panted as you once again pulled away “I wanted - fuck - i wanted to thank you for earlier on” you spoke as you tried to remove yourself from his thigh but Charles held you steady against him and leaned down to place a chaste kiss on your lips.

“Trust me, ma jolie, the look your giving me right now is enough”

You didn’t know when Charles had gotten so nice but you were even more sexually frustrated than you thought was possible. You rolled your hips against him at the same moment that he leaned down for another kiss, the pure need you both had for one another made you chuckle and you ran your hands up and down his arms as you spoke.

“I can't tell which one of us is more desperate, Leclerc,”

You smirked when he entrapped your lips with his own once again. “Only for you, ma cherie,” he mumbled against them, he removed his hands from you in order to take off his blazer and undo the button of his trousers. You smirked as you removed your dress from you. Charles groaned at the sight of your bare body and didn’t waste anymore time before placing his hands back on you. “Fuck you’re so perfect, ma jolie”

You had taken note of all the pet names he had said, they weren't used in a teasing way like the other times and the thought of the words alone pulled on your heart strings. You furrowed your eyebrows, looking into Charles’ eyes which held the same amount of worry in them. “Charles” you whispered as your breathing hardened.

“I know i know, we’ll talk about it later” he reassured as he placed a kiss on your forehead and trailed his hands all over your body. Your hands nervously shook as you unbuttoned his shirt and if he noticed he didn't say anything, peppering kisses all over your body, silently praising you with his mouth.

It didn’t take him long to begin teasing you with his fingers and you decided it was time for payback, you slipped your hand into his boxers and gently stroked him. You bit your lip as his fingers moved in and out of you and gasped when Charles bit down on your neck. “Don't be quiet, ma jolie” he warned.

“Were in public, someones gonna hear us” you scolded as you once again bit your lip. You sighed in frustration when he removed his fingers from you and roughly grabbed your face.

“Let him hear,” he uttered.

“Him? Is this all because of Sam?” you teased as you played with the hair on the nape of his neck.

Charles rolled his eyes, his hand moving to your neck, applying pressure to force you to look at him. “You really think I want to know his name?” he scoffed, keeping his hand on your throat as he stepped out of his trousers. He rubbed himself between your folds a few times before finally pressing himself into you. “This” he grunted as he bottomed out “is mine”

You abesmindly nodded your head as you copied his previous actions and littered kisses all over his neck and chest. You paid particular attention to what you learned to be his sweet spot, carelessly leaving a mark, you didn’t even notice your own mistake only paying attention to the grunts you heard in your ear.

He grabbed your thigh, digging his nails into the soft skin as he got even closer to you. You wrapped your leg around his waist, trapping your bodies together and letting out not so quiet moans in the process. “Who does this pussy belong to?” he cockily asked as he played with your nipples, cocking his head to the side when you failed to answer.

You cursed in pleasure when he roughly thrusted into you ‘shit - it's yours”

He nodded, a thoroughly pleased grin plastered on his face “good girl, that's right, it's mine” he agreed against your lips before placing yet another kiss to them.

“I'm yours,” you moaned as you kissed him back. Charles took note of the words that tumbled from your lips, speeding up his movements, desperate to see the look on your face when you let go. His breath hitched in his throat as your eyes rolled back and your lips slightly parted, “You look so pretty right now, ma jolie”

His words instantly made you see sparks, pleasure running deep in your veins as your thighs shook and your arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Charles followed straight after you, his head falling into the crook of your neck. Your chests touched, rising and falling in synchronization as you both fell back to reality.

You both decided to ditch the dinner and go back to the room to discuss things. Unsurprisingly, you didn't agree on a lot of things and you were left even more confused about the two, but you weren’t freaking out about it anymore. You were calm, reassured as you knew Charles felt the same way.

You two were just going to take one step at the time, the only thing you had agreed on was that the next time you had sex, it would be on a bed.

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