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hey-kae · 2 years ago

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hello! i read "mon champion" and i loved it 😻✨ (well, there is no work of yours that i don't like tbh ✨) and i would like to ask you if you can write a smut part of this os 👀👀👀👀👀

Rounds of Celebration

Part 1

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x female reader

Warnings: Alcohol, unprotected sex, oral sex (mainly male receiving, a hint of female receiving), kinda switch reader and Charles (no actual dom/sub dynamic tho).

Forgive me of there is some unnoticed nonsense, i will properly proofread this when my eyes aren’t burning…

a/n: i love how we’re all ignoring the actual results of this year… and the crash in fp2🥲

Sat a few steps away, you watched your boyfriend get sprayed with champagne by his friends, his shy side having mostly faded away with the alcohol he consumed. Your eyes were glued on him, laughing full-heartedly with so much joy in his eyes and painted on his face, raining down on him like the expensive beverage he was getting soaked with.

Seeing him finally get what he deserves, winning the championship, brought you as much happiness as any personal achievement would, if not more than that.

The tipsiness making you feel a bit lightheaded was putting your emotions on a high rise and as your eyes stayed glued to the happiest version of Charles that you'd ever seen, your heart was fluttering in you chest with drunken butterflies and sparkling twitches of love... and maybe a bit of lust too.

How could you not when his white button down was now soaked and see through, clinging to his chest and giving you a perfect view of the outline of his abs, every dip and inch so familiar to you, it tossed you back into a spiral of memories of your hands running down his torso and your nails clawing at him whenever you topped him and got to watch on his face, the pleasure you gave him manifest itself onto his features.

Your eyes met his from a distance, just as you crossed your legs to try and relieve some tension. He was smiling so wide, his adorable crinkles stealing the show. You were so mesmerized by him and the way his skin glistened under the flashing lights that you almost missed him beckoning you over, but you noticed the small movements of his hand just in time, so you moved off your seat and joined him under the spray of champagne, the bottle you bought clearly being assisted by another by now.

Charles, feeling bolder from the alcohol and the high of the moment, hooked his arm around your waist and pulled you close enough that your chest was flush against his. His hand grabbed your chin while he smiled and turned your head so he can whisper, or rather scream amidst the noise, in your ear.

"Je t'aime." I love you. He shouted just as the beat dropped, leaving the room silent for just enough time for everyone around to hear him. With confusion in his eyes, he looked around him, meeting the curious eyes, a bright blush sneaking onto his cheek once he understood that everyone heard.

You couldn't help chuckling, butterflies dancing in your stomach at how adorable Charles was. You used your hand to get him to face you again.

"Je t'aime aussi." I love you too. You shouted right back and pushed your lips against his.

Was there a high likelihood that this would get filmed and put on social media? Yes, but neither of you cared.

While you were momentarily questioning whether Charles was actually comfortable with this, he told you he was loving it in his own, slightly drunken way.

His lips pushed harder against your own, just enough to have you leaning back a little, laughing into the kiss and feeling him smile against your lips while his hands supported your lower back.

For a second there, you forgot the dozens of eyes watching you and his friends around. You were just happy for him and having the time of your life kissing him in a crowded room, celebrating the realization of his lifelong dream.

However, that didn't last long because soon enough, someone whistled and ice cold champagne was poured right over your heads, causing the two of you to jolt apart, gasping at the cold trickling down your bodies.

Charles pulled away with a laugh and turned to face his friend, his arm still secure around your waist. He tried to shield some champagne away, and you tried to hide behind his back for the same reason but all was in vain and neither of you exactly minded it. If there was any night perfectly suited to get messy, it was this one.

Barely any time later, he was being handed the bottle and he immediately took it to his lips, tilting his head back and letting the alcoholic liquid pour into his mouth, refreshing him and intoxicating him further. He was having the time of his life, a well deserved celebration and everyone could see it, but it was you that was noticing way more.

The veins in his arm popped as he hoisted up the big bottle. His hair was messy beyond words and damp.

Once again, you found yourself having wild thoughts as you watched the way his throat moved while he gulped the champagne, some droplets trickling down his chin and following a trail down his neck that you suddenly felt the need to trace with your tongue.

Drunk thoughts. You shook them out when Charles caught you staring and tilted the bottle towards you suggestively. That's when you realized your mouth was agape and your eyes wide.

You nodded and watched him smirk, reading your mind so easily before he situated himself behind you and tilted your head back to pour alcohol into your mouth.

The cold of the champagne was a beautiful contrast against your boiling body but the position he had you in was making the temperature rise more. You almost felt the need to moan at the feeling, the way Charles' hand was still resting under you chin, his thumb for some devilish reason stroking your skin softly doing nothing but giving you filthier thoughts.

His eyes were straight up devouring the sight in front of him to the point where his breathing turned irregular and his heart drummed along the booming beat of the music. The bottle in his grip felt heavier as his thoughts carried him away while he watched the way your chest was glistening from the champagne spray earlier and suddenly the taste of the drink was all he could think off, his teeth biting at the inside of his cheek to blow off some steam that came with watching you allowing him to pour alcohol into your mouth.

You swallowed the drink with your eyes closed, the moment despite being so public, feeling sensual and raw, almost like foreplay but they soon shot open once Charles very discreetly pushed his body against yours, letting you feel that this was getting to him as well, if the boner he had was anything to judge by.

Your hand was then immediately on his, tilting the bottle away and facing him to peck his lips quickly instead of resorting to any words because they all seemed to have been carried away, now busy swimming in alcoholic beverages. He was smiling when you pulled away despite how tight his pants now felt, his eyes scanning over your soaked dress and damp skin.

"I don't know what you're doing to me." He groaned into your ear.

You hooked your arms around the back of his neck and brought him closer but before you could respond, someone from the group was spitting smart ass remarks and that was only was annoying because it was true.

"Seems like Leclerc's getting victory sex."

Charles laughed at that while you playfully attempted to flip the group off, but before you could, you were pulled away, the laugh of your friends loud as they realized that you and Charles were leaving, probably to do exactly as suggested earlier.

"Keys?" You stumbled alongside your boyfriend.

"Hell no. We're calling a taxi." He made the wisest choice since neither of you was sober enough to drive.

On the way back , his hand was firm on your thigh, inching higher until it seamlessly slipped under the hem of your dress, up to the edge pf your panties, his pinky moving up and down your slit over the fabric until you needed to bite your lip to prevent any inappropriate sounds from escaping in presence of a stranger.

"Charles." You whispered to him as a warning.

Knowing fully well the effect he had on you, he smirked and pulled his hand completely away, leaving you pushing your thighs together desperately.

Minutes later, you burst into the hotel room and it would be an understatement to say Charles didn't feel like wasting any time. Within seconds of arriving, he had you pinned under him on the bed, his lips against your own in a feverish kiss that clearly painted the picture of how tonight would go.

His chest was flush against yours. You legs were spread for him to fit between them and he was pushing his hard on against your soaked panties. The air became heavier with every time your lips reconnected, the kiss only interrupted occasionally by small gasps for air and desperate groans and whimpers.

Your lips burned at the contact of his teeth with them, softly grazing against them like he knew drives you crazy and your hips were thrusting up to meet his like you knew he loved.

The black dress you had on was basically pointless at this point, hunched up around your waist already and your hands were practically itching to get rid of Charles' shirt.

"Charles..." you groaned against his lips, "Move a bit."

He pulled away from the kiss and stared down at you with a teasing smile.

"Why?" He asked.

"I wanna... I wanna take off your shirt." You whined just before Charles interrupted you with another kiss, a needier one this time and when a few seconds passed, his hand was on your waist now, the other supporting his weight, finally giving you space to slip your hands between the two of you.

You smiled against his mouth and heard him chuckle at that.

Immediately, the buttons of his shirt were undone and your hands moved onto his back, under the damp fabric, slipping into the sleeves along his arms until you completely took it off and attempted to toss it aside. However, much to Charles' entertainment, it landed on his legs, causing him to sit up a bit and get rid of it.

In that, you saw a great opportunity, to claim some control that is. This was his private celebration after all.

While he was still distracted, just as his attention was coming back to you, you flipped him over so you were on top, straddling his waist perfectly.

Charles looked up at you questioningly with a highly amused expression, because even though he wasn't exactly dominant, he was definitely always the one in control.

"What?" You smiled, "I want to congratulate you." The words left your mouth in a suggestive tone, just as you leaned forward, your weight supported on your arms planted by his sides.

Instantly, your lips were in his neck, littering sultry, open mouthed kisses, the faint note of champagne making continuous appearances on your tongue whenever it met his skin. Meanwhile, his hands were tight around your waist as his head tilted back to allow you more space and his eyes closed to enjoy the simple feeling of your kisses.

The trail your lips were following was one that only headed south. From his neck, you moved onto his toned chest, increasing the frequency of kisses and feelings his muscles tense and his hips buck slightly with every contact as he started getting impatient.

By the time you reached his v-line, you had adjusted your position so you were situated between his legs.

Your tongue traced along the muscle lines while your hand moved to palm him over his pants, all while his gaze was glued on you, his elbows on the mattress for leverage.

Feeling his burning looks on you, you met his eyes with a smile just as your fingers blindly found the button and zipper of the garment, quickly undoing them and hooking your fingers into the hem.

Charles lifted his body a bit to allow you to get rid of his remaining clothes and you wasted no time doing so. His pants and boxers joined his shirt on the floor.

His cock was hard so your fingers wrapped around it lightly and you gave it a few pumps that elicited some straggled breaths out of Charles.

You looked back up at him for second and with that, you took him into your mouth until he was hitting the back of your throat, your eyes tearing up at the poke. Charles groaned at the warmth and dropped his head back as you began moving up and down, your hand working on what your mouth couldn't take and your tongue flicking over his tip every once in a while.

"Putain-" he exhaled and dropped back against the bed, resisting the urge to just keep watching you since his arms were growing weak from the weight and now the pleasure that was coursing through his body.

That didn't last long, though. Seeing you suck him off was one of his guilty pleasures. He knew that a lot of people would find it weird but he enjoyed it so much. It heightened the sensation and intensified the pleasure by levels and you didn't seem to mind it so he couldn't really see a reason not to do it. So, he sat up slightly, one of his hands used for support while the other buried itself in your tangled hair, his fingers alternating between softly scratching at your skull or holding onto the locks, especially when your tongue swiped over his head, making him gasp every time.

"Baby." He moaned, his eyes shutting momentarily as the feeling started building up.

You looked up at him and found him with parted lips and hooded, barely open eyes.

"So good, bébé." He reassured and you had to resist the urge to pull back and smile at that. You loved knowing that he was enjoyed something you were doing.

He continued watching as his cock moved in and out your mouth, his moans increasing by the second until the pleasure became overwhelming. Your eyes focused on his hand that was on the bed and the way his knuckles were white as he fisted the bedsheets.

Needing a change of pattern, you allowed him out of your mouth for only a few seconds that you took to trace your tongue along his vein then swirl it on his tip before taking all of him and hollowing your cheeks around him, resuming your movements.

"Fuck - si proche, chérie." so close… He groaned between heavy breaths.

You could feel the slight tug on your hair so you picked the pace and seconds later, your name and endless curse words rolled off his lips repeatedly as you felt him twitch and release into your throat. You continued with a slight movement until his orgasm finished then you pulled away, swallowed and and wiped your chin with the back of your hand before looking up at him with satisfaction.

Charles was panting with his head dropped back as he recovered, so you waited for him to redirect his attention to you before doing anything else.

Within seconds, his gaze was back on you, a small smile illuminating his face as he sat up properly and extended his arms towards you so you'd grab his hands. Your fingers intertwined with his and he pulled you to him, sitting you in his lap, each leg on one side of him before holding onto your waist.

Very passionately, he leaned into another kiss, a lazy one with his tongue meeting yours halfway, fighting to gain passage into your mouth. He wanted tonight to last as long as possible but it was starting to seem practically impossible to find it in himself to take it slow, especially when the whole day had been so fast and his mind was still set to the same pace.

Eventually, you had to slow down the movements of your lips so his would mimic yours. You were keen on making sure he would enjoy tonight enough to remember it down the years when he thought back on his first championship. You needed it to be part of the win and the feeling of it but not at the race pace, but at one that showed him you loved him, one that showed him you were happy for him.

He couldn't help it though. Everything about the past few months was so hectic and fast that it became his default way of operating.

His hands were practically clawing at your waist through the dress already.

"Charles," you interrupted the kiss, "doucement, bébé. Slowly, baby. We don't have to rush right now." You pecked his lips.

"Relaxe et laisse moi prendre soin de toi, mon amour. Ça marche?" Relax and let me take care of you, my love. Okay? A calming smile on your face met his gaze.

His body relaxed under yours and he let out a breath before nodding.

"Je t'aime." I love you. The words come out as a whisper from him, his eyes scanning your face and features, shining with an effervescent, overwhelming weight of feelings that poured right out and into your heart. All you could see was the glimmer in his eyes and his softening gaze perfectly complementing the ghost of a smile sitting so perfect on his lips.

"Je t'aime moi aussi." I love you too. You replied, slowly moving your hands up his chest, resting them on the side of his neck, caressing his soft skin with your thumb and slowly reconnected your lips to his, kissing him at a mellow, almost lazy pace, feeling his hands let go of your waist and wrap around your back instead, bringing you closer to your chest until your heartbeats started meeting halfway.

Charles finally allowed himself to let go a bit, allowed his mind to focus solely on the soft feelings of your lips on his and the pure love the kiss was filling his heart with instead of planning out what to do next and of the past day. Your kisses were ensorcelling to him. They had an intoxicating effect on his mind. Before he even realized it, he was moaning into your mouth and tightening his hold on you, running his hands up and down your back while yours moved between his shoulders and neck to in a ghost touch lingering so delicately over his skin, awakening goosebumps in its passing.

However, the feeling pf his hands caressing the silky material of your dress only made him realize you were still fully dressed.

Immediately, his fingers were hooked into the straps, tugging on them as he pulled away slightly, kissing your shoulders now instead.

"Tu es toujours habillée, chérie?" You’re still dressed, darling? He asked rhetorically, but mainly to tell you he needed that dress out of the way. You understood him as always.

"Take it off for me." You replied.

Charles didn't waste a second. He pulled the garment over your head and threw it to join his clothes on the floor before leaning back to catch a glimpse of your half naked figure, and of course, much to his delight, you were wearing red lingerie that barely hid anything from him.

"Putain." He grunted and pushed you closer, his lips finding your neck, meeting the skin with sloppy kisses that he made a point to keep slow and sensual.

But one thought sneaked into his mind and he couldn't push it out. It left him chuckling against your skin after a moment of resistance.

"What is it?" You asked with a frown.

"You taste like champagne," he softly bit you, "and now i'll never have a normal podium again," he kept interrupting himself with kisses, "because i'll smell or drink the champagne and i'll think of this," another peck, "of having you sat like this, half naked in my lap and I'll probably get hard because of it." You could feel the cheeky smile against your body, "And trust me baby, i plan on getting a lot of podiums next season."

Distracted with his words and imagining them happening, you didn't feel his hand trailing down towards your pussy, and to say that area wasn't currently craving his attention would be a blatant lie, so when his fingers pushed against your clothed clit, it was perfect reasonably, the sharp gasp that left your mouth.

"Charles." You moaned.

"Je te touche à peine, chérie." I’m barely touching you, darling. He teased and pushed your panties aside, two fingers immediately tracing around your folds.

But you needed to stop him.

"Stop, this is about you tonight. Tu es le champion du monde. Je veux bien te traiter comme cela." You’re the champion of the world. I wanna treat you as such. You rushed.

"Tu veux me traiter comme champion?" You really wanna treat me like a champion. He asked and slowly started putting pressure on your entrance

"Ouais." Your eyes screwed shut as he teased you.

"Alors laisse moi faire ça. Then let me do this. I want to see you cum on my fingers. Ça me fera beaucoup de plaisir." That would make me really happy. He said with a head tilt to the side and a teasing smile, telling you to reconsider.

His words, although said in a playful tone, had you feeling weak and questioning your plans but you put up a fight.

"No, Charles." You gasped the words out because he decided to push in two fingers just a bit, enough to make you want to beg for more.

"Oh, c'mon. You're telling me you don't want my fingers inside you right now?" He teased again, "Comme ci, je veux dire." Like so, i mean. He pushed them in completely, knuckle deep, curled them to hit your spot and stilled his hand.

Charles knew the right way to make you admit you wanted him. He always knew his way around your needs and your body.

"Cause it would be a shame if you didn't want that... Makes me feel like a real fucking champion, seeing you shaking from just my fingers." He started pulling out then.

"Fuck-" you groaned, "Fuck, okay Charles."

He literally grinned and pumped his fingers inside you and just like that, your breathing turned straggled and you started relying on his chest for support.

Slowly, he started moving his fingers in and out, scissoring them and making you feel the stretch with every thrust of his hand. He wasn't wrong when he said he could make you shake just from this and your current state, your reaction to the agonizingly slow speed was proof.

You started rolling your hips to meet his movements, a subconscious act because your body needed more than this torture.

Charles smiled knowingly but your panties and needing to keep pushing them aside were annoying him beyond words. He flipped you over and laid you down on the bed then withdrew his fingers and hooked them into your underwear instead.

You watched as he dragged them down your legs and tossed them behind him, spreading your legs after that and glancing at your glistening pussy.

"So wet." He swiped a finger from your clit to your entrance, making you squirm, "And you weren't gonna let me touch you."

"Baby." you complained, your hips bucking like they had a mind of their own by now.

Charles looked up at you and your eyes spontaneously met his. Sure, there was no denying that he enjoyed getting the attention and releases during sex, but he loved it equally, having you spread out in front of him, watching you come because of him, seeing your face twist in pleasure under him. He would never get used to the feeling of having you in such a vulnerable position, just for him.

"Laisse les écartés pour moi, ouais?" Leave them spread for me, yeah? He instructed, patting your thighs after spreading them himself.

You nodded without a second thought and watched the way he pushed his fingers back in slowly, his fingertips coming in contact with your g-spot instantly, pulling a loud moan of his name out of you, your breathing becoming more unsteady with every stroke he made inside of you. Still, as you adjusted to the feeling of two fingers, you started feeling the need for something of increased intensity.

"Charles- More, please." You whined.

"D'accord, but let me hear you, bébé. I want that." He referred back to you telling him tonight is supposed to be revolving around his pleasure.

"Fuck, okay." You agreed.

Happy with that, he went against your expectations and sucked your clit between his lips instead of adding a third finger. He got the reaction he anticipated since his name left your lips in a squeal.

You felt him run his mouth over the sensitive nub, keeping the pace he was thrusting his fingers at steady. Within seconds, you were already loosing control of your thoughts and half of your words seemed to have been forgotten. His name and a mix of curse words seemed to be all you knew.

Moan after moan motivated Charles to keep going and got him hard again, worse than before. He was starting to have a growing desperation to feel the warmth of your pussy around his cock as he thrust into you and filled you so perfectly. The thought alone made him groan against you and just like a chain reaction, your hips lifted off the bed, so he groaned again and when you pushed against his mouth, a third finger slipped inside of you too.

"Oh my god." You gasped and Charles instantly felt your walls tighten, so he picked up the pace and replaced his mouth on your clit with his thumb.

He glanced towards you. Your head was digging back into the mattress and your eyes were force shut while your lips were hanging open, heavy breaths and small moans leaving them as he watched. He was quick to realize how close you were.

"Let go for me, baby." He soothed.

That was all it took for you to orgasm, squirming on the bed while Charles carried on with his movements, easing you through your release and kissing your inner thighs softly.

Once you came down off your high, he pulled his hands away and sucked his fingers clean under your burning looks.

After that show of his was over, you patted the bed next to you while holding eye contact with him.

He frowned and sat down so you straddled him, your hands on his shoulders and your lips trailing from his chest to his neck.

"What are we doing maintenant, chérie?" He asked and reached over to brush you hair away.

"Maintenant, you veux te féliciter proprement, mon champion." Now, i wanna congratulate you properly, my champion. As you spoke, you applied some force against him, urging him to lay down and as soon as he caught onto where you were going with this, he plopped back on the mattress, his arms folded under his head to playfully show anticipation as a grin took over his face.

"Men..." you jokingly rolled your eyes and leaned forward to peck his lips, "but you know what? Might as well keep them there." You referred to his arms and shrugged.

He didn't take you seriously at first, but he still watched you unhook your bra and fling it off onto the floor, exposing your erect nipples to him, you hands trailed over them lightly, what made you groan.

Charles reached over and rubbed them himself but was surprised to see you pin back his hands.

"Baby, remember i told you to sit back and relax?" You felt his forearms flex under your touch.

He looked confused as he nodded.

"Well, now might be the time to do it."

With no other protest coming your way, you moved a hand away from his and wrapped it around his hard cock, directing it to trace between your wet folds, making both you and Charles moan.

"But no teasing." He warned and you nodded and circled your clit with his tip just a few time before pointing him to your entrance.

"Bah, regarde moi au moins." Well, look at me at least. Charles protested.

Realistically speaking, he could easily break free of your hold and tilt your head towards him but he didn't really wanna do that. He was enjoying having you in control for a change, enjoying this as his private celebration.

Therefore, he was delighted that your gaze locked with just as you began sinking down on him, your warmth enveloping him and making him breath harder.

Neither of you could say anything, both of you so taken by the feeling and the eye contact that has never been so intense before.

But when he was completely filling you up, stretching you out to his girth and bottoming out inside of you, the sharp inhales on both your ends were inevitable as this was much deeper than usual when he was on top. You could practically feel him in the pit of your stomach.

The feeling left you squeezing him already, trying to get accustomed to the new angle. It's not that you never rode him before but it was a rare occurrence.

"Fuck, give me a second - feels too good already." You laid on his chest and panted until it became torture not to move as it felt like you were just teasing him and yourself at that point. If you didn't have his hands pinned above his head, Charles would've definitely had them moving comfortingly up and down your back but he settled for a kiss onto your forehead instead. It was comforting nonetheless.

Once you got used to how it feels, having him so deep inside you, you got back up and was met with a smile from him, the blue-green of his eyes shining brighter under the hotel lights.

You retightened your grip on his arms, using them for support too and starting circling your hips.

"Merde - juste comme ça." Shit - just like that. He praised, his hands practically itching to find your waist and guide you to a faster pace but he was resisting the urge, "tu es si belle d'ici." You’re so beautiful from here. He complemented, watching the way your tits bounce when you shifted to moving up, having him slide out then sink back in. He was now bucking his hips into you to meet your movements halfway..

"Charles..." you moaned, your walls tightening under his effect, your nails digging into the skin of his forearm.

“I know, baby.” He groaned too, his eyes shutting at the feeling of you clenching him.

At that point, no patience was lost on this, by neither of you. The whole agreement about not needing to go fast was long forgotten as you both ached for more, the urgency of that need overpowering all your movements. That showed itself so clear in the way you were now rapidly moving on his cock, alternating between upwards movements and rolling your hips, both of the patterns bringing so much pleasure to you and Charles.

You quickly felt your self close to another orgasm within moments so you forced yourself to regain some composure, your focus shifting back onto Charles and the way the veins in his arms were popping as he put everything in him into resisting the need to free his hands of your hold. Soft moans were escaping through his lips, even with his teeth digging into the lower one and he was struggling to keep his eyes open.

“Charles…” you called out for him.

He shook his head in question.

“Do you want me to let go of your arms?” You asked, knowing fully well he could absolutely take care of that himself.

Charles nodded so quick, “Fuck, yes.”

However, before doing that, you stilled your movements and leaned forward to connect your lips to his. His head lifted off the bed as he attempted to take control of the kiss but you were still the one setting the increasingly exhilarating pace. Charles wasn’t exactly having it anymore.

You felt him straining against your hold so you let go and within the blink of an eye, his hands were stood on your hips.

“Tu vas me rendre fou, tu le sais?” You’re gonna make me crazy, you know? He grunted as his touch trailed upper on your body, his fingers fingers your nipples immediately. You couldn’t help but moan, the sound reciprocated since his actions made you squeeze around his hard cock.

“Move.” He urged, “S’il te plaît, chérie.” Please, darling.

You didn’t hesitate to give him exactly what he wanted, bouncing up and down, watching his hazy looks as his eyes focused on the way he repeatedly disappeared inside you.

Your eyes didn’t leave his face once. You kept admiring him as his breaths became quicker and his parted pink lips let go of small moans and whimpers. Eventually, he felt the need to take matters onto his own hands for a little.

His firm grip started guiding your movements, his heels planted onto the bed allowing him to thrust up into you simultaneously. Your hands moved to rest on his abs, relying on him for support as every movement of his shook your body.

Charles gradually lost control of his body. His fingers were digging into your hips and his thrusts were falling out of rythme but still meeting your movements perfectly.

As you felt that and the newfound irregularity, you also felt your orgasm approaching and judging by the way Charles’ groans had changed, his was too.

As if you needed any more confirmation, he felt you take control again and within seconds you felt him twitch.

Your name left his mouth in breathless whimpers as you felt him releasing deep inside you, triggering your own orgasm and make you squirm as it ripped through you.

“Fuck, Charles…” you moaned as you let go then took a sharp inhale.

“Felicitations, mon champion.” Congratulations, my champion. You said and collapsed on his heaving chest, listening to his drumming heart and racing heartbeat.

“Merci, bébé.” He replied and even though he wasn’t in your line of sight, you could hear the smile in his tone.

As the heavy breaths toned down and you recovered, Charles pulled out, brought the covers over the two of you and started brushing through your tangled hair.

“You’re really gonna think of this in podiums?” You asked, amused by the thought.

“Probably.” He chuckled and you felt the vibrations beneath you.

Silence reigned for a while following that but Charles broke it eventually.

“This was the best congratulations. Ça c’est assez évident pour moi.” That is very obvious to me. He teased.

“You want more of it?” You half-joked.

Charles looked at you with an entertained smile, but was already feeling himself get hard again.

“What?” He laughed.

You didn’t answer. You just slipped under the covers.

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serendipitouxs · 3 years ago

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When you wear their merch around them for the first time

;Them as you boyfriend

Stray Kids OT8 Imagine

Type: Imagine

Pairing: Stray Kids member x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Crackhead

Warnings: Nothing as such but lmk if you find any !

A/N: I could've posted this 3 days ago but THE EDITING TOOK SO LONG😭 also is this my way of manifesting merch? Yes, yes it is

－－☁️－－－－☁️－－－－☁️－－－－☁️－－－－☁️－－－－☁️－－

Scenario:

Going through your entire closet, you had already made a whirlpool out of your clothes looking for something, as you called it, 'fresh and good' to wear to your boyfriend's house. Your sulking only grew until a rather new clothing item caught your eye from the upper shelves of your closet you treated as your 'shrine of merch' of all your favourite artists you had collected throughout the years. It was a stray kids merch, one you were sure your boyfriend didn't know about, and finding it the perfect match to your pants too, you decided that this comfy beautiful outfit would not just get you to meet some fellow stays out in public, but also some reaction from your beloved.

๑ : Chan

— It was the district 9: Unlock world tour official hoodie. Yes, the iconic one😭✋🏻 so obviously, the leader, your beloved's reaction couldn't be any less iconic could it?

— Hugs you normally while greeting you until he feels the fabric of your hoodie, that was definitely ✨Stray kids merch quality✨ right there

— Pulls out of the hug and scans your hoodie, eyes evidently widening when he noticed the tour logo

— "Y/n- You were a Stay since the d9 world tour??" Probably his biggest shock for the day seeing you nod excitedly

— Not that he wasn't excited, pfft who are we kidding he was all giggly and cheerful💫 but it just came off surprising to him at first, thinking about it

— "Good choice in merch by the way~ " Genuine compliments and genuine excitement like the genuine man Mr. Bang Chan is💁‍♀️

๑ : Lee Know

— When you walked in and he saw it wasn't his hoodie that you were wearing so proudly, mans was quick to roll his eyes 🙄

— Well TOO QUICK MR. LEE because this IS your hoodie too! May not be owned by you, but of course of the group you're in sO–

— A little surprised but also VEERRRYYYY proud, it showed on his smirk cmon

— Thought it fit you perfectly, maybe even better than any of his own hoodies🙆‍♀️

— Pulls you closer, hands around your waist attentively listening to you talk about the time you bought this hoodie, definitely getting prouder by the story and every passing minute in general

— "I see now you're actually showing the world you're with me... I mean my face is literally on your hoodie hah!!" Chuckled victoriously until you were quick to point out that it was after all merch and many stays own it too.

"Well, aren't stays mine too~ ?" YEAH YEAH ALRIGHT MINHO WE ARE YOURS🙄😭❣

๑ : Changbin

— He had a habit of scanning your outfits so he could compliment them👀

— When he noticed the 'Stray kids 1st #lovestay ' written on your sweatshirt, it was only natural he was baffled🤯

— DEFINITELY had to double take to convince himself

— "I didn't get you that...does that mean you have stray kids merch AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW ABOUT IT??" Screams in tiny when he realised you weren't playing when you said you've been a Stay since a while now-

— Since it was #lovestay merch, he'd ask you about the fanmeets and get talking about how stays really feel about such events *cuz he cares ab stays having a good time always*😌

(Broke and I - stays how are we doing🙂)

— "This is so cute, Y/nie! I didn't know you liked us this much" "I'll make sure to buy you our merch next time onwards" pls his reactions would be so adorable😭

๑ : Hyunjin

— Mans was already side eyeing you the moment you walked in cause he didn't wanna make it obvious he's a simp🙄

— But when he noticed the sweatshirt you were wearing it's like he didn't even have to act dramatic, it came from WITHIN HIM, NATURALLY

— Gasps VERY AUDIBLY and is just staring at you admiringly

— "I have never seen someone style our merch like THAT but NOW I'D DEFINITELY BE DOING IT TOO" He found your outfit combination very bold and cool yet comfortable, something he enjoys in fashion😌✨

— You know that part in God's menu's behind the scenes where the cars had just passed by Hyunjin and he was so shocked by their speed? Yeah, the moment you turnt around looking away from him, he had the same expression🤯

— Would get you more merch to watch you rock them too + more often ask you for fashion advice 💅

๑ : Han

— You were wearing a No Easy hoodie and black sweatpants since it was a chill hangout

— When knocked, the door opening revealed a boy wearing the same hoodie with ironically black swearpants. Yup, It was Han.

— Mans completely forgot he was wearing the same hoodie "You took my hoodie? I mean mind Y/n but you could've just told m-" "Han, this is mine. You're wearing yours." THAT'S when he realised

— Both of you just stood there, jaw dropped by the astonishment 🧍

— "You have our merch??" He broke the silence while screaming🤦‍♂️

— "Ye-" "Which all?? We could match more often then!! We're matching right now omg!!!!" Excited Han mode : On✅

๑ : Felix

— Even tho you were wearing the black sweatshirt (like the Miroh era merch one), Felix saw it as some top fashion attire on you (skz merch is top fashion duhh💅)

— Looks at you all smiley as though he just saw an angel💫

— His sunshine eye smile too (*^^*)

— "Omg Y/n you look so good in this!" All cheerful and happy and he wouldn't even hide it~

— Hugs you more than usual while y'all went about the day

— Takes TONS of pictures and selfies with you all day to keep as a memory

— I have a feeling he'd send the pics to his family too all showing you off😭 you wouldn't know about his until you received a text from his sister complimenting you about it🙆‍♀️

๑ : Seungmin

— He doesn't compliment your outfits all the day, only when he really likes the style he does so, which still happens pretty often so🤷‍♀️

— You expected he'd have something to say about this merch centered fit of yours, but boy were you wrong🧍‍♀️

— Didn't say anything, didn't react, just stared and stared and stared at the stray kids logo👁👁

— Took him some time to get what that was but when he did he screamed a little, audible enough for everyone at the cafe to hear

— Just stares at you like a lost puppy hoping for some explanation or talking about this merch because he isn't able to bring himself to start a convo💭

— "Do you like my outfi-" "YES I love it~ it looks so pretty on you and reminds me of how I originally imagined it to look on stays and your necklace suits the aesthetic so well and and and-" Okay now he's finally getting out all the honest thoughts and compliments he had about it <3

— Yeah have fun changing the topic today Y/n😭👍

๑ : Jeongin

— that one dolphin scream he has? Yeah be ready to witness that🙆‍♀️

— SCREAMS and hugs you immediately as his coping mechanism to process it

— Was actually pretty normal about it, except for his very obviously red cheeks 👁

— Is very fascinated hearing how much you know about stray kids merch and stayville and had a good conversation with you about it

— "So Y/n, what do stays think of the ot8 wolfgang perfor-" "NEXT QUESTION" Y/n's a real one✊

— Takes some pics of you and IMMEDIATELY sends it to the members

— "Hyungs loooook she's wearing our merch!!!" All happy and giggly ( ´∀｀)

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