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A MonĂŠgasque Story (Part 5) - Charles Leclerc
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5
Summary of the series - Y/n is Charles' best friend little sister. They grew up together but haven't seen each other's for years. Their relationship seems to take a different turn when Charles stay at her's and her brother's.
Warning - Both Y/n's and Charles' POV, Fem reader, Both Charles and Y/n speaking French (translated) tension, tooth rotting fluff, three years age gap, mature content, 18+, brother's best friend, friends to lovers, she felt first he felt harder...
Disclaimer: I'm French and my English is NOT perfect ! â ď¸ Please don't stole or repost my stories on any other sites. Btw reblogs are more then welcomed.
Charlesâ POV
I feel her breath hitch slightly as I delicately trace over the delicate skin of her back. I wonder how often she moisturizes for her body to feel so smooth.
Why am I thinking about that? Thatâs such a weird thing to think about.
I shake it off, concentrating yet again on my task.
Iâve never really given anyone a massage before. I donât even know where this proposition came from. I just really wanted her to join me on my run, and I wanted to do something in return that would be pleasurable for her. Thatâs the first thing I thought about that was appropriate.
When I was in the bathroom earlier, I looked up some massage tips on Google, trying to learn rather quickly how to make her feel good.
And it did come in handy for some stuff, sadly enough I forgot most of them. I tried to memorize a bit more when she got to her room to change but she was really quick.
So I'm trying my best with the little knowledge I have. I really want her to relax and have a great time.
I feel a spot on her right shoulder that seems a bit tense, so I insist on it a little, trying to follow the instructions I remember. Going delicately over the spot, and slowly increasing the pressure of my thumbs.
She lets out what I think is a muffled moan. Her head pressing further into the mattress. I smile knowing what I did felt good for her.
She whispers an embarrassed sorry, tensing up immediately.
I shake my head âNo, no donât apologize, I'm happy that youâre liking it, I just want you to feel good.â I smooth my hands up and down her back soothingly, feeling her gradually loosening under me.
âThatâs it love, just relax.â The nickname slips out of my mouth before I can think twice about it.
It seems to happen a lot lately.
I start massaging the spot on her shoulder again once sheâs completely relaxed. Taking my time to feel around the tenseness, working on it cautiously.
She slightly turns her previously hidden face on the mattress. I catch a tiny satisfied smile making its way on her lips.
She makes eye contact, making me smile down at her. âYouâre adorable.â I state suddenly, just because itâs what I was thinking. Sometimes I have the impression that thereâs no filter between my brain and my mouth when it comes to her.
Itâs probably how five years ago I ended up telling her I liked her just before she flew to Paris. I had the worst timing known to man and messed everything up.
The truth is that I did not even think she would be saying it back. I was just trying to get it off my chest.
But then she flew to Paris, my first season in F1 started and I beat myself up every day for not saying it before.
Her cheeks grow slightly red at the compliment, and she just closes her eyes, relaxing completely under my touch.
I work on her shoulder a little more and progressively make my way down her back. Massaging the zones that are tenser, before smoothing my palms up and around so she knows that I'm done with her upper body.
I gently start to knead the skin on her hips, putting a bit more pressure, making her sigh happily.
âCould you maybe go slightly lower, just under the spot youâre at. I have this tension in my lower back⌠almost on my tailbone since yesterday after jumping from the boat.â She lets out hesitantly, as if she was still contemplating on asking me while she was already in the process of doing it.
âHere?â I ask after going a little lower.
She shakes her head âNo not quiteâ I try again going even lower stopping once I reach the spot on her tailbone. She sighs. âRight hereâ
My fingers are brushing against the towel that lays over her bum as I timidly massage the indeed really tense area.
I work on it for a while, until I feel it loosen, then move down to her thighs, starting from the part toward her knees and working upward.
Her thighs are thicker than any other zone of her body, and I did not think I would say that one day but it has been really fun to massage. Her skin just feels so soft and full under my fingertips.
I work my way on her upper thighs cautiously, stopping at her bum.
I avert my eyes as her legs unconsciously squeeze together before loosening up again but farther than before. Giving me a clear view of her swimsuit bottom under the towel.
I just look away trying to remind myself not to read into it. This is just her body reacting to feeling good.
So I just concentrate back on my movement, before moving to her calves.
âAre you ready to turn around?â I ask her softly, seeing the sleepiness on her face.
She nods slightly, before putting her palms flat on the mattress and lifting herself up, before tying back her top that was threatening to reveal her pretty breasts.
She lays back down, getting comfortable with her head on my pillow this time. She pushes away the towel that was on her hips.
I donât really know what to do now. Massaging her back was easy because I didnât really see her face. Now with her eyes looking at me wide and soft, it feels way more intimate.
I drop the eye contact and clear my throat, looking around as if I would find a magical solution to make things less awkward.
I look up at her again, ready to make a joke on how she cannot stop looking at me, but my mind changes the minute I cross her gaze.
She harbors an expression similar but at the same time completely different than the minute before. I cannot neither describe nor decipher. A mix between lust and vulnerability.
My attention drops to my forearm as I feel the subtle touch of her hand on my wrist.
I donât know what changed, but I feel it all around, I see it in her eyes, in her touch and her hazy breath. Itâs like her boundaries dropped and she was letting me in for the first time in forever.
I move my hands to either side of her waist, caressing it slightly with my thumbs. Testing her limits.
It gains her attention, she looks down at them before almost immediately gazing back up at me. Her hand still on my wrist playing with my bracelets.
She looks so beautiful. I hadnât been able to stop looking at her these last few days.
I put my finger under her chin, caressing her jaw with my thumb.
She melts in my hand, her breath hitching which made her mouth part lightly.
Her pupils are so dilated that I struggle to see the color in them.
I close the space between us, placing my lips on hers.
She kisses me back, her hand leaving my wrist to grip the back of my neck.
I bite her lower lip lightly, deepening the kiss. I canât get enough of her.
Her mouth is so soft and her lips taste like strawberries.
I feel her tongue licking my bottom lip, asking for permission. Itâs slow and controlled but at the same time itâs needy and not enough.
I open my mouth, licking her tongue back, before gripping her neck harder, pulling her closer to me.
She pulls away panting, her desiring eyes searching for mine. Opening her legs wider so I can step between them.
So I do, before going for her mouth again. She moans and I swear this is the only thing I want to hear from now on. Itâs nothing like the one she let out when I was massaging her, itâs needy and pure longing.
Feeling my pants tighten, I groan against her lips âTu me rends fou Y/n.â (Youâre driving me insane)
She grips the hair at the back of my neck, drawing me impossibly close to her.
I pull away from her lips, trailing kisses all over her jaw, while she twirls on my hair harder, breathing heavily.
I bite and suck on her skin wanting to imprint it on her skin.
I donât even know if I will ever find the words to describe whatâs going on in the fuzziness of my mind. Itâs deeper than lust, deeper than want. Itâs visceral.
I need her all over me, I need her to invade all of my senses. I need to feel her, touch her, hear her⌠smell her. And damn, she smells so good.
âCharlesâ she lets out in a pant, her hands trailing all the way down my back, feeling around before coming back up to my neck.
I look up at her for a second, needing to take in her mesmerizing face, before moving from her neck to her breast.
I kiss the top of the left one, feeling the much tender skin under my lips. And move one hand to the right one squeezing it lightly between my palm.
A moan leaves her mouth for the third time tonight, followed by a faint and hazy âCharâ
I drop my head in between them, sinking deeper into their plushness. I stay here for a second, loving all around them, before she grips back at my hair, pulling me toward her.
A restless expression lays around her face before she pulls me in for a kiss again.
She slowly pushes her tongue into my mouth, searching for mine and deepening the kiss as much as she could, her hand moving to my sides gripping my hipbones.
We jumpily pull away as an alarm suddenly starts going off. I extend my arm toward Y/N âs phone grabbing it for her.
I sigh as I see the contact picture of her and her brother hugging. âItâs Raphaelâ I let out in an almost panicked voice.
âShe immediately sits up, âoh, okâ She grabs the phone in my hand and slides right to answer it.
âHelloâŚâ Raphael's voice is muffled so itâs kind of hard to tell what heâs saying.
âOk right Iâll see you soon thenâ she says nervously before hanging up and immediately rushing up.
âSo, what did he say?â I ask trying to get some information, but sheâs just looking around the room to see if there is any of her stuff âHeâs gonna be home in a minuteâ she lets out rushingly before quickly walking to the door, closing the door behind her.
Raphael gets home five minutes later, Y/N is all cleaned up and changed. Talking so suspiciously, eagerly and with a high pitched tone to her brother that I'm sure even him knows something is up with her.
I try to make eye contact with her. Trying to figure out what sheâs thinking, but she immediately glances away, anywhere but at me.
I'm stupid.
To be continuedâŚ
(Part 6 coming soon)
I hope you guys liked it. Itâs a bit longer than the last one so Iâm happy.
đťTell me if you want to be add to my tag list
Thank you so much for taking the time to read my story. If you want to request something, go for it and I will try my best to make it as good as possible. Have an amazing day or night, and maybe see you soon. With love, đ
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A MonĂŠgasque Story (Part 5) - Charles Leclerc
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5
Summary of the series - Y/n is Charles' best friend little sister. They grew up together but haven't seen each other's for years. Their relationship seems to take a different turn when Charles stay at her's and her brother's.
Warning - Both Y/n's and Charles' POV, Fem reader, Both Charles and Y/n speaking French (translated) tension, tooth rotting fluff, three years age gap, mature content, 18+, brother's best friend, friends to lovers, she felt first he felt harder...
Disclaimer: I'm French and my English is NOT perfect ! â ď¸ Please don't stole or repost my stories on any other sites. Btw reblogs are more then welcomed.
Charlesâ POV
I feel her breath hitch slightly as I delicately trace over the delicate skin of her back. I wonder how often she moisturizes for her body to feel so smooth.
Why am I thinking about that? Thatâs such a weird thing to think about.
I shake it off, concentrating yet again on my task.
Iâve never really given anyone a massage before. I donât even know where this proposition came from. I just really wanted her to join me on my run, and I wanted to do something in return that would be pleasurable for her. Thatâs the first thing I thought about that was appropriate.
When I was in the bathroom earlier, I looked up some massage tips on Google, trying to learn rather quickly how to make her feel good.
And it did come in handy for some stuff, sadly enough I forgot most of them. I tried to memorize a bit more when she got to her room to change but she was really quick.
So I'm trying my best with the little knowledge I have. I really want her to relax and have a great time.
I feel a spot on her right shoulder that seems a bit tense, so I insist on it a little, trying to follow the instructions I remember. Going delicately over the spot, and slowly increasing the pressure of my thumbs.
She lets out what I think is a muffled moan. Her head pressing further into the mattress. I smile knowing what I did felt good for her.
She whispers an embarrassed sorry, tensing up immediately.
I shake my head âNo, no donât apologize, I'm happy that youâre liking it, I just want you to feel good.â I smooth my hands up and down her back soothingly, feeling her gradually loosening under me.
âThatâs it love, just relax.â The nickname slips out of my mouth before I can think twice about it.
It seems to happen a lot lately.
I start massaging the spot on her shoulder again once sheâs completely relaxed. Taking my time to feel around the tenseness, working on it cautiously.
She slightly turns her previously hidden face on the mattress. I catch a tiny satisfied smile making its way on her lips.
She makes eye contact, making me smile down at her. âYouâre adorable.â I state suddenly, just because itâs what I was thinking. Sometimes I have the impression that thereâs no filter between my brain and my mouth when it comes to her.
Itâs probably how five years ago I ended up telling her I liked her just before she flew to Paris. I had the worst timing known to man and messed everything up.
The truth is that I did not even think she would be saying it back. I was just trying to get it off my chest.
But then she flew to Paris, my first season in F1 started and I beat myself up every day for not saying it before.
Her cheeks grow slightly red at the compliment, and she just closes her eyes, relaxing completely under my touch.
I work on her shoulder a little more and progressively make my way down her back. Massaging the zones that are tenser, before smoothing my palms up and around so she knows that I'm done with her upper body.
I gently start to knead the skin on her hips, putting a bit more pressure, making her sigh happily.
âCould you maybe go slightly lower, just under the spot youâre at. I have this tension in my lower back⌠almost on my tailbone since yesterday after jumping from the boat.â She lets out hesitantly, as if she was still contemplating on asking me while she was already in the process of doing it.
âHere?â I ask after going a little lower.
She shakes her head âNo not quiteâ I try again going even lower stopping once I reach the spot on her tailbone. She sighs. âRight hereâ
My fingers are brushing against the towel that lays over her bum as I timidly massage the indeed really tense area.
I work on it for a while, until I feel it loosen, then move down to her thighs, starting from the part toward her knees and working upward.
Her thighs are thicker than any other zone of her body, and I did not think I would say that one day but it has been really fun to massage. Her skin just feels so soft and full under my fingertips.
I work my way on her upper thighs cautiously, stopping at her bum.
I avert my eyes as her legs unconsciously squeeze together before loosening up again but farther than before. Giving me a clear view of her swimsuit bottom under the towel.
I just look away trying to remind myself not to read into it. This is just her body reacting to feeling good.
So I just concentrate back on my movement, before moving to her calves.
âAre you ready to turn around?â I ask her softly, seeing the sleepiness on her face.
She nods slightly, before putting her palms flat on the mattress and lifting herself up, before tying back her top that was threatening to reveal her pretty breasts.
She lays back down, getting comfortable with her head on my pillow this time. She pushes away the towel that was on her hips.
I donât really know what to do now. Massaging her back was easy because I didnât really see her face. Now with her eyes looking at me wide and soft, it feels way more intimate.
I drop the eye contact and clear my throat, looking around as if I would find a magical solution to make things less awkward.
I look up at her again, ready to make a joke on how she cannot stop looking at me, but my mind changes the minute I cross her gaze.
She harbors an expression similar but at the same time completely different than the minute before. I cannot neither describe nor decipher. A mix between lust and vulnerability.
My attention drops to my forearm as I feel the subtle touch of her hand on my wrist.
I donât know what changed, but I feel it all around, I see it in her eyes, in her touch and her hazy breath. Itâs like her boundaries dropped and she was letting me in for the first time in forever.
I move my hands to either side of her waist, caressing it slightly with my thumbs. Testing her limits.
It gains her attention, she looks down at them before almost immediately gazing back up at me. Her hand still on my wrist playing with my bracelets.
She looks so beautiful. I hadnât been able to stop looking at her these last few days.
I put my finger under her chin, caressing her jaw with my thumb.
She melts in my hand, her breath hitching which made her mouth part lightly.
Her pupils are so dilated that I struggle to see the color in them.
I close the space between us, placing my lips on hers.
She kisses me back, her hand leaving my wrist to grip the back of my neck.
I bite her lower lip lightly, deepening the kiss. I canât get enough of her.
Her mouth is so soft and her lips taste like strawberries.
I feel her tongue licking my bottom lip, asking for permission. Itâs slow and controlled but at the same time itâs needy and not enough.
I open my mouth, licking her tongue back, before gripping her neck harder, pulling her closer to me.
She pulls away panting, her desiring eyes searching for mine. Opening her legs wider so I can step between them.
So I do, before going for her mouth again. She moans and I swear this is the only thing I want to hear from now on. Itâs nothing like the one she let out when I was massaging her, itâs needy and pure longing.
Feeling my pants tighten, I groan against her lips âTu me rends fou Y/n.â (Youâre driving me insane)
She grips the hair at the back of my neck, drawing me impossibly close to her.
I pull away from her lips, trailing kisses all over her jaw, while she twirls on my hair harder, breathing heavily.
I bite and suck on her skin wanting to imprint it on her skin.
I donât even know if I will ever find the words to describe whatâs going on in the fuzziness of my mind. Itâs deeper than lust, deeper than want. Itâs visceral.
I need her all over me, I need her to invade all of my senses. I need to feel her, touch her, hear her⌠smell her. And damn, she smells so good.
âCharlesâ she lets out in a pant, her hands trailing all the way down my back, feeling around before coming back up to my neck.
I look up at her for a second, needing to take in her mesmerizing face, before moving from her neck to her breast.
I kiss the top of the left one, feeling the much tender skin under my lips. And move one hand to the right one squeezing it lightly between my palm.
A moan leaves her mouth for the third time tonight, followed by a faint and hazy âCharâ
I drop my head in between them, sinking deeper into their plushness. I stay here for a second, loving all around them, before she grips back at my hair, pulling me toward her.
A restless expression lays around her face before she pulls me in for a kiss again.
She slowly pushes her tongue into my mouth, searching for mine and deepening the kiss as much as she could, her hand moving to my sides gripping my hipbones.
We jumpily pull away as an alarm suddenly starts going off. I extend my arm toward Y/N âs phone grabbing it for her.
I sigh as I see the contact picture of her and her brother hugging. âItâs Raphaelâ I let out in an almost panicked voice.
âShe immediately sits up, âoh, okâ She grabs the phone in my hand and slides right to answer it.
âHelloâŚâ Raphael's voice is muffled so itâs kind of hard to tell what heâs saying.
âOk right Iâll see you soon thenâ she says nervously before hanging up and immediately rushing up.
âSo, what did he say?â I ask trying to get some information, but sheâs just looking around the room to see if there is any of her stuff âHeâs gonna be home in a minuteâ she lets out rushingly before quickly walking to the door, closing the door behind her.
Raphael gets home five minutes later, Y/N is all cleaned up and changed. Talking so suspiciously, eagerly and with a high pitched tone to her brother that I'm sure even him knows something is up with her.
I try to make eye contact with her. Trying to figure out what sheâs thinking, but she immediately glances away, anywhere but at me.
I'm stupid.
To be continuedâŚ
(Part 6 coming soon)
I hope you guys liked it. Itâs a bit longer than the last one so Iâm happy.
đťTell me if you want to be add to my tag list
Thank you so much for taking the time to read my story. If you want to request something, go for it and I will try my best to make it as good as possible. Have an amazing day or night, and maybe see you soon. With love, đ
Ps: don't forget to share if you want to
đˇď¸ @d3kstar @eviethetheatrefreak @annie115 @boherahpsody @bloodyymaryyy @buendiabebeta @meadhbhcavanagh @timmychalametsstuff
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Charles Leclerc -
A monĂŠgasque story - series
Summary of the series - Y/n is Charles' best friend little sister. They grew up together but haven't seen each other's for years. Their relationship seems to take a different turn when Charles stay at herâs and her brother's.
Chapter n°1
Chapter n°2
Chapter n°3
Chapter n°4
Chapter nâ˘5
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A MonĂŠgasque Story (Part 5) - Charles Leclerc
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5
Summary of the series - Y/n is Charles' best friend little sister. They grew up together but haven't seen each other's for years. Their relationship seems to take a different turn when Charles stay at her's and her brother's.
Warning - Both Y/n's and Charles' POV, Fem reader, Both Charles and Y/n speaking French (translated) tension, tooth rotting fluff, three years age gap, mature content, 18+, brother's best friend, friends to lovers, she felt first he felt harder...
Disclaimer: I'm French and my English is NOT perfect ! â ď¸ Please don't stole or repost my stories on any other sites. Btw reblogs are more then welcomed.
Charlesâ POV
I feel her breath hitch slightly as I delicately trace over the delicate skin of her back. I wonder how often she moisturizes for her body to feel so smooth.
Why am I thinking about that? Thatâs such a weird thing to think about.
I shake it off, concentrating yet again on my task.
Iâve never really given anyone a massage before. I donât even know where this proposition came from. I just really wanted her to join me on my run, and I wanted to do something in return that would be pleasurable for her. Thatâs the first thing I thought about that was appropriate.
When I was in the bathroom earlier, I looked up some massage tips on Google, trying to learn rather quickly how to make her feel good.
And it did come in handy for some stuff, sadly enough I forgot most of them. I tried to memorize a bit more when she got to her room to change but she was really quick.
So I'm trying my best with the little knowledge I have. I really want her to relax and have a great time.
I feel a spot on her right shoulder that seems a bit tense, so I insist on it a little, trying to follow the instructions I remember. Going delicately over the spot, and slowly increasing the pressure of my thumbs.
She lets out what I think is a muffled moan. Her head pressing further into the mattress. I smile knowing what I did felt good for her.
She whispers an embarrassed sorry, tensing up immediately.
I shake my head âNo, no donât apologize, I'm happy that youâre liking it, I just want you to feel good.â I smooth my hands up and down her back soothingly, feeling her gradually loosening under me.
âThatâs it love, just relax.â The nickname slips out of my mouth before I can think twice about it.
It seems to happen a lot lately.
I start massaging the spot on her shoulder again once sheâs completely relaxed. Taking my time to feel around the tenseness, working on it cautiously.
She slightly turns her previously hidden face on the mattress. I catch a tiny satisfied smile making its way on her lips.
She makes eye contact, making me smile down at her. âYouâre adorable.â I state suddenly, just because itâs what I was thinking. Sometimes I have the impression that thereâs no filter between my brain and my mouth when it comes to her.
Itâs probably how five years ago I ended up telling her I liked her just before she flew to Paris. I had the worst timing known to man and messed everything up.
The truth is that I did not even think she would be saying it back. I was just trying to get it off my chest.
But then she flew to Paris, my first season in F1 started and I beat myself up every day for not saying it before.
Her cheeks grow slightly red at the compliment, and she just closes her eyes, relaxing completely under my touch.
I work on her shoulder a little more and progressively make my way down her back. Massaging the zones that are tenser, before smoothing my palms up and around so she knows that I'm done with her upper body.
I gently start to knead the skin on her hips, putting a bit more pressure, making her sigh happily.
âCould you maybe go slightly lower, just under the spot youâre at. I have this tension in my lower back⌠almost on my tailbone since yesterday after jumping from the boat.â She lets out hesitantly, as if she was still contemplating on asking me while she was already in the process of doing it.
âHere?â I ask after going a little lower.
She shakes her head âNo not quiteâ I try again going even lower stopping once I reach the spot on her tailbone. She sighs. âRight hereâ
My fingers are brushing against the towel that lays over her bum as I timidly massage the indeed really tense area.
I work on it for a while, until I feel it loosen, then move down to her thighs, starting from the part toward her knees and working upward.
Her thighs are thicker than any other zone of her body, and I did not think I would say that one day but it has been really fun to massage. Her skin just feels so soft and full under my fingertips.
I work my way on her upper thighs cautiously, stopping at her bum.
I avert my eyes as her legs unconsciously squeeze together before loosening up again but farther than before. Giving me a clear view of her swimsuit bottom under the towel.
I just look away trying to remind myself not to read into it. This is just her body reacting to feeling good.
So I just concentrate back on my movement, before moving to her calves.
âAre you ready to turn around?â I ask her softly, seeing the sleepiness on her face.
She nods slightly, before putting her palms flat on the mattress and lifting herself up, before tying back her top that was threatening to reveal her pretty breasts.
She lays back down, getting comfortable with her head on my pillow this time. She pushes away the towel that was on her hips.
I donât really know what to do now. Massaging her back was easy because I didnât really see her face. Now with her eyes looking at me wide and soft, it feels way more intimate.
I drop the eye contact and clear my throat, looking around as if I would find a magical solution to make things less awkward.
I look up at her again, ready to make a joke on how she cannot stop looking at me, but my mind changes the minute I cross her gaze.
She harbors an expression similar but at the same time completely different than the minute before. I cannot neither describe nor decipher. A mix between lust and vulnerability.
My attention drops to my forearm as I feel the subtle touch of her hand on my wrist.
I donât know what changed, but I feel it all around, I see it in her eyes, in her touch and her hazy breath. Itâs like her boundaries dropped and she was letting me in for the first time in forever.
I move my hands to either side of her waist, caressing it slightly with my thumbs. Testing her limits.
It gains her attention, she looks down at them before almost immediately gazing back up at me. Her hand still on my wrist playing with my bracelets.
She looks so beautiful. I hadnât been able to stop looking at her these last few days.
I put my finger under her chin, caressing her jaw with my thumb.
She melts in my hand, her breath hitching which made her mouth part lightly.
Her pupils are so dilated that I struggle to see the color in them.
I close the space between us, placing my lips on hers.
She kisses me back, her hand leaving my wrist to grip the back of my neck.
I bite her lower lip lightly, deepening the kiss. I canât get enough of her.
Her mouth is so soft and her lips taste like strawberries.
I feel her tongue licking my bottom lip, asking for permission. Itâs slow and controlled but at the same time itâs needy and not enough.
I open my mouth, licking her tongue back, before gripping her neck harder, pulling her closer to me.
She pulls away panting, her desiring eyes searching for mine. Opening her legs wider so I can step between them.
So I do, before going for her mouth again. She moans and I swear this is the only thing I want to hear from now on. Itâs nothing like the one she let out when I was massaging her, itâs needy and pure longing.
Feeling my pants tighten, I groan against her lips âTu me rends fou Y/n.â (Youâre driving me insane)
She grips the hair at the back of my neck, drawing me impossibly close to her.
I pull away from her lips, trailing kisses all over her jaw, while she twirls on my hair harder, breathing heavily.
I bite and suck on her skin wanting to imprint it on her skin.
I donât even know if I will ever find the words to describe whatâs going on in the fuzziness of my mind. Itâs deeper than lust, deeper than want. Itâs visceral.
I need her all over me, I need her to invade all of my senses. I need to feel her, touch her, hear her⌠smell her. And damn, she smells so good.
âCharlesâ she lets out in a pant, her hands trailing all the way down my back, feeling around before coming back up to my neck.
I look up at her for a second, needing to take in her mesmerizing face, before moving from her neck to her breast.
I kiss the top of the left one, feeling the much tender skin under my lips. And move one hand to the right one squeezing it lightly between my palm.
A moan leaves her mouth for the third time tonight, followed by a faint and hazy âCharâ
I drop my head in between them, sinking deeper into their plushness. I stay here for a second, loving all around them, before she grips back at my hair, pulling me toward her.
A restless expression lays around her face before she pulls me in for a kiss again.
She slowly pushes her tongue into my mouth, searching for mine and deepening the kiss as much as she could, her hand moving to my sides gripping my hipbones.
We jumpily pull away as an alarm suddenly starts going off. I extend my arm toward Y/N âs phone grabbing it for her.
I sigh as I see the contact picture of her and her brother hugging. âItâs Raphaelâ I let out in an almost panicked voice.
âShe immediately sits up, âoh, okâ She grabs the phone in my hand and slides right to answer it.
âHelloâŚâ Raphael's voice is muffled so itâs kind of hard to tell what heâs saying.
âOk right Iâll see you soon thenâ she says nervously before hanging up and immediately rushing up.
âSo, what did he say?â I ask trying to get some information, but sheâs just looking around the room to see if there is any of her stuff âHeâs gonna be home in a minuteâ she lets out rushingly before quickly walking to the door, closing the door behind her.
Raphael gets home five minutes later, Y/N is all cleaned up and changed. Talking so suspiciously, eagerly and with a high pitched tone to her brother that I'm sure even him knows something is up with her.
I try to make eye contact with her. Trying to figure out what sheâs thinking, but she immediately glances away, anywhere but at me.
I'm stupid.
To be continuedâŚ
(Part 6 coming soon)
I hope you guys liked it. Itâs a bit longer than the last one so Iâm happy.
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A MonĂŠgasque Story (Part 5) - Charles Leclerc
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5
Summary of the series - Y/n is Charles' best friend little sister. They grew up together but haven't seen each other's for years. Their relationship seems to take a different turn when Charles stay at her's and her brother's.
Warning - Both Y/n's and Charles' POV, Fem reader, Both Charles and Y/n speaking French (translated) tension, tooth rotting fluff, three years age gap, mature content, 18+, brother's best friend, friends to lovers, she felt first he felt harder...
Disclaimer: I'm French and my English is NOT perfect ! â ď¸ Please don't stole or repost my stories on any other sites. Btw reblogs are more then welcomed.
Charlesâ POV
I feel her breath hitch slightly as I delicately trace over the delicate skin of her back. I wonder how often she moisturizes for her body to feel so smooth.
Why am I thinking about that? Thatâs such a weird thing to think about.
I shake it off, concentrating yet again on my task.
Iâve never really given anyone a massage before. I donât even know where this proposition came from. I just really wanted her to join me on my run, and I wanted to do something in return that would be pleasurable for her. Thatâs the first thing I thought about that was appropriate.
When I was in the bathroom earlier, I looked up some massage tips on Google, trying to learn rather quickly how to make her feel good.
And it did come in handy for some stuff, sadly enough I forgot most of them. I tried to memorize a bit more when she got to her room to change but she was really quick.
So I'm trying my best with the little knowledge I have. I really want her to relax and have a great time.
I feel a spot on her right shoulder that seems a bit tense, so I insist on it a little, trying to follow the instructions I remember. Going delicately over the spot, and slowly increasing the pressure of my thumbs.
She lets out what I think is a muffled moan. Her head pressing further into the mattress. I smile knowing what I did felt good for her.
She whispers an embarrassed sorry, tensing up immediately.
I shake my head âNo, no donât apologize, I'm happy that youâre liking it, I just want you to feel good.â I smooth my hands up and down her back soothingly, feeling her gradually loosening under me.
âThatâs it love, just relax.â The nickname slips out of my mouth before I can think twice about it.
It seems to happen a lot lately.
I start massaging the spot on her shoulder again once sheâs completely relaxed. Taking my time to feel around the tenseness, working on it cautiously.
She slightly turns her previously hidden face on the mattress. I catch a tiny satisfied smile making its way on her lips.
She makes eye contact, making me smile down at her. âYouâre adorable.â I state suddenly, just because itâs what I was thinking. Sometimes I have the impression that thereâs no filter between my brain and my mouth when it comes to her.
Itâs probably how five years ago I ended up telling her I liked her just before she flew to Paris. I had the worst timing known to man and messed everything up.
The truth is that I did not even think she would be saying it back. I was just trying to get it off my chest.
But then she flew to Paris, my first season in F1 started and I beat myself up every day for not saying it before.
Her cheeks grow slightly red at the compliment, and she just closes her eyes, relaxing completely under my touch.
I work on her shoulder a little more and progressively make my way down her back. Massaging the zones that are tenser, before smoothing my palms up and around so she knows that I'm done with her upper body.
I gently start to knead the skin on her hips, putting a bit more pressure, making her sigh happily.
âCould you maybe go slightly lower, just under the spot youâre at. I have this tension in my lower back⌠almost on my tailbone since yesterday after jumping from the boat.â She lets out hesitantly, as if she was still contemplating on asking me while she was already in the process of doing it.
âHere?â I ask after going a little lower.
She shakes her head âNo not quiteâ I try again going even lower stopping once I reach the spot on her tailbone. She sighs. âRight hereâ
My fingers are brushing against the towel that lays over her bum as I timidly massage the indeed really tense area.
I work on it for a while, until I feel it loosen, then move down to her thighs, starting from the part toward her knees and working upward.
Her thighs are thicker than any other zone of her body, and I did not think I would say that one day but it has been really fun to massage. Her skin just feels so soft and full under my fingertips.
I work my way on her upper thighs cautiously, stopping at her bum.
I avert my eyes as her legs unconsciously squeeze together before loosening up again but farther than before. Giving me a clear view of her swimsuit bottom under the towel.
I just look away trying to remind myself not to read into it. This is just her body reacting to feeling good.
So I just concentrate back on my movement, before moving to her calves.
âAre you ready to turn around?â I ask her softly, seeing the sleepiness on her face.
She nods slightly, before putting her palms flat on the mattress and lifting herself up, before tying back her top that was threatening to reveal her pretty breasts.
She lays back down, getting comfortable with her head on my pillow this time. She pushes away the towel that was on her hips.
I donât really know what to do now. Massaging her back was easy because I didnât really see her face. Now with her eyes looking at me wide and soft, it feels way more intimate.
I drop the eye contact and clear my throat, looking around as if I would find a magical solution to make things less awkward.
I look up at her again, ready to make a joke on how she cannot stop looking at me, but my mind changes the minute I cross her gaze.
She harbors an expression similar but at the same time completely different than the minute before. I cannot neither describe nor decipher. A mix between lust and vulnerability.
My attention drops to my forearm as I feel the subtle touch of her hand on my wrist.
I donât know what changed, but I feel it all around, I see it in her eyes, in her touch and her hazy breath. Itâs like her boundaries dropped and she was letting me in for the first time in forever.
I move my hands to either side of her waist, caressing it slightly with my thumbs. Testing her limits.
It gains her attention, she looks down at them before almost immediately gazing back up at me. Her hand still on my wrist playing with my bracelets.
She looks so beautiful. I hadnât been able to stop looking at her these last few days.
I put my finger under her chin, caressing her jaw with my thumb.
She melts in my hand, her breath hitching which made her mouth part lightly.
Her pupils are so dilated that I struggle to see the color in them.
I close the space between us, placing my lips on hers.
She kisses me back, her hand leaving my wrist to grip the back of my neck.
I bite her lower lip lightly, deepening the kiss. I canât get enough of her.
Her mouth is so soft and her lips taste like strawberries.
I feel her tongue licking my bottom lip, asking for permission. Itâs slow and controlled but at the same time itâs needy and not enough.
I open my mouth, licking her tongue back, before gripping her neck harder, pulling her closer to me.
She pulls away panting, her desiring eyes searching for mine. Opening her legs wider so I can step between them.
So I do, before going for her mouth again. She moans and I swear this is the only thing I want to hear from now on. Itâs nothing like the one she let out when I was massaging her, itâs needy and pure longing.
Feeling my pants tighten, I groan against her lips âTu me rends fou Y/n.â (Youâre driving me insane)
She grips the hair at the back of my neck, drawing me impossibly close to her.
I pull away from her lips, trailing kisses all over her jaw, while she twirls on my hair harder, breathing heavily.
I bite and suck on her skin wanting to imprint it on her skin.
I donât even know if I will ever find the words to describe whatâs going on in the fuzziness of my mind. Itâs deeper than lust, deeper than want. Itâs visceral.
I need her all over me, I need her to invade all of my senses. I need to feel her, touch her, hear her⌠smell her. And damn, she smells so good.
âCharlesâ she lets out in a pant, her hands trailing all the way down my back, feeling around before coming back up to my neck.
I look up at her for a second, needing to take in her mesmerizing face, before moving from her neck to her breast.
I kiss the top of the left one, feeling the much tender skin under my lips. And move one hand to the right one squeezing it lightly between my palm.
A moan leaves her mouth for the third time tonight, followed by a faint and hazy âCharâ
I drop my head in between them, sinking deeper into their plushness. I stay here for a second, loving all around them, before she grips back at my hair, pulling me toward her.
A restless expression lays around her face before she pulls me in for a kiss again.
She slowly pushes her tongue into my mouth, searching for mine and deepening the kiss as much as she could, her hand moving to my sides gripping my hipbones.
We jumpily pull away as an alarm suddenly starts going off. I extend my arm toward Y/N âs phone grabbing it for her.
I sigh as I see the contact picture of her and her brother hugging. âItâs Raphaelâ I let out in an almost panicked voice.
âShe immediately sits up, âoh, okâ She grabs the phone in my hand and slides right to answer it.
âHelloâŚâ Raphael's voice is muffled so itâs kind of hard to tell what heâs saying.
âOk right Iâll see you soon thenâ she says nervously before hanging up and immediately rushing up.
âSo, what did he say?â I ask trying to get some information, but sheâs just looking around the room to see if there is any of her stuff âHeâs gonna be home in a minuteâ she lets out rushingly before quickly walking to the door, closing the door behind her.
Raphael gets home five minutes later, Y/N is all cleaned up and changed. Talking so suspiciously, eagerly and with a high pitched tone to her brother that I'm sure even him knows something is up with her.
I try to make eye contact with her. Trying to figure out what sheâs thinking, but she immediately glances away, anywhere but at me.
I'm stupid.
To be continuedâŚ
(Part 6 coming soon)
I hope you guys liked it. Itâs a bit longer than the last one so Iâm happy.
đťTell me if you want to be add to my tag list
Thank you so much for taking the time to read my story. If you want to request something, go for it and I will try my best to make it as good as possible. Have an amazing day or night, and maybe see you soon. With love, đ
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A MonĂŠgasque Story (Part 5) - Charles Leclerc
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5
Summary of the series - Y/n is Charles' best friend little sister. They grew up together but haven't seen each other's for years. Their relationship seems to take a different turn when Charles stay at her's and her brother's.
Warning - Both Y/n's and Charles' POV, Fem reader, Both Charles and Y/n speaking French (translated) tension, tooth rotting fluff, three years age gap, mature content, 18+, brother's best friend, friends to lovers, she felt first he felt harder...
Disclaimer: I'm French and my English is NOT perfect ! â ď¸ Please don't stole or repost my stories on any other sites. Btw reblogs are more then welcomed.
Charlesâ POV
I feel her breath hitch slightly as I delicately trace over the delicate skin of her back. I wonder how often she moisturizes for her body to feel so smooth.
Why am I thinking about that? Thatâs such a weird thing to think about.
I shake it off, concentrating yet again on my task.
Iâve never really given anyone a massage before. I donât even know where this proposition came from. I just really wanted her to join me on my run, and I wanted to do something in return that would be pleasurable for her. Thatâs the first thing I thought about that was appropriate.
When I was in the bathroom earlier, I looked up some massage tips on Google, trying to learn rather quickly how to make her feel good.
And it did come in handy for some stuff, sadly enough I forgot most of them. I tried to memorize a bit more when she got to her room to change but she was really quick.
So I'm trying my best with the little knowledge I have. I really want her to relax and have a great time.
I feel a spot on her right shoulder that seems a bit tense, so I insist on it a little, trying to follow the instructions I remember. Going delicately over the spot, and slowly increasing the pressure of my thumbs.
She lets out what I think is a muffled moan. Her head pressing further into the mattress. I smile knowing what I did felt good for her.
She whispers an embarrassed sorry, tensing up immediately.
I shake my head âNo, no donât apologize, I'm happy that youâre liking it, I just want you to feel good.â I smooth my hands up and down her back soothingly, feeling her gradually loosening under me.
âThatâs it love, just relax.â The nickname slips out of my mouth before I can think twice about it.
It seems to happen a lot lately.
I start massaging the spot on her shoulder again once sheâs completely relaxed. Taking my time to feel around the tenseness, working on it cautiously.
She slightly turns her previously hidden face on the mattress. I catch a tiny satisfied smile making its way on her lips.
She makes eye contact, making me smile down at her. âYouâre adorable.â I state suddenly, just because itâs what I was thinking. Sometimes I have the impression that thereâs no filter between my brain and my mouth when it comes to her.
Itâs probably how five years ago I ended up telling her I liked her just before she flew to Paris. I had the worst timing known to man and messed everything up.
The truth is that I did not even think she would be saying it back. I was just trying to get it off my chest.
But then she flew to Paris, my first season in F1 started and I beat myself up every day for not saying it before.
Her cheeks grow slightly red at the compliment, and she just closes her eyes, relaxing completely under my touch.
I work on her shoulder a little more and progressively make my way down her back. Massaging the zones that are tenser, before smoothing my palms up and around so she knows that I'm done with her upper body.
I gently start to knead the skin on her hips, putting a bit more pressure, making her sigh happily.
âCould you maybe go slightly lower, just under the spot youâre at. I have this tension in my lower back⌠almost on my tailbone since yesterday after jumping from the boat.â She lets out hesitantly, as if she was still contemplating on asking me while she was already in the process of doing it.
âHere?â I ask after going a little lower.
She shakes her head âNo not quiteâ I try again going even lower stopping once I reach the spot on her tailbone. She sighs. âRight hereâ
My fingers are brushing against the towel that lays over her bum as I timidly massage the indeed really tense area.
I work on it for a while, until I feel it loosen, then move down to her thighs, starting from the part toward her knees and working upward.
Her thighs are thicker than any other zone of her body, and I did not think I would say that one day but it has been really fun to massage. Her skin just feels so soft and full under my fingertips.
I work my way on her upper thighs cautiously, stopping at her bum.
I avert my eyes as her legs unconsciously squeeze together before loosening up again but farther than before. Giving me a clear view of her swimsuit bottom under the towel.
I just look away trying to remind myself not to read into it. This is just her body reacting to feeling good.
So I just concentrate back on my movement, before moving to her calves.
âAre you ready to turn around?â I ask her softly, seeing the sleepiness on her face.
She nods slightly, before putting her palms flat on the mattress and lifting herself up, before tying back her top that was threatening to reveal her pretty breasts.
She lays back down, getting comfortable with her head on my pillow this time. She pushes away the towel that was on her hips.
I donât really know what to do now. Massaging her back was easy because I didnât really see her face. Now with her eyes looking at me wide and soft, it feels way more intimate.
I drop the eye contact and clear my throat, looking around as if I would find a magical solution to make things less awkward.
I look up at her again, ready to make a joke on how she cannot stop looking at me, but my mind changes the minute I cross her gaze.
She harbors an expression similar but at the same time completely different than the minute before. I cannot neither describe nor decipher. A mix between lust and vulnerability.
My attention drops to my forearm as I feel the subtle touch of her hand on my wrist.
I donât know what changed, but I feel it all around, I see it in her eyes, in her touch and her hazy breath. Itâs like her boundaries dropped and she was letting me in for the first time in forever.
I move my hands to either side of her waist, caressing it slightly with my thumbs. Testing her limits.
It gains her attention, she looks down at them before almost immediately gazing back up at me. Her hand still on my wrist playing with my bracelets.
She looks so beautiful. I hadnât been able to stop looking at her these last few days.
I put my finger under her chin, caressing her jaw with my thumb.
She melts in my hand, her breath hitching which made her mouth part lightly.
Her pupils are so dilated that I struggle to see the color in them.
I close the space between us, placing my lips on hers.
She kisses me back, her hand leaving my wrist to grip the back of my neck.
I bite her lower lip lightly, deepening the kiss. I canât get enough of her.
Her mouth is so soft and her lips taste like strawberries.
I feel her tongue licking my bottom lip, asking for permission. Itâs slow and controlled but at the same time itâs needy and not enough.
I open my mouth, licking her tongue back, before gripping her neck harder, pulling her closer to me.
She pulls away panting, her desiring eyes searching for mine. Opening her legs wider so I can step between them.
So I do, before going for her mouth again. She moans and I swear this is the only thing I want to hear from now on. Itâs nothing like the one she let out when I was massaging her, itâs needy and pure longing.
Feeling my pants tighten, I groan against her lips âYouâre driving me insane, Y/Nâ
She grips the hair at the back of my neck, drawing me impossibly close to her.
I pull away from her lips, trailing kisses all over her jaw, while she twirls on my hair harder, breathing heavily.
I bite and suck on her skin wanting to imprint it on her skin.
I donât even know if I will ever find the words to describe whatâs going on in the fuzziness of my mind. Itâs deeper than lust, deeper than want. Itâs visceral.
I need her all over me, I need her to invade all of my senses. I need to feel her, touch her, hear her⌠smell her. And damn, she smells so good.
âCharlesâ she lets out in a pant, her hands trailing all the way down my back, feeling around before coming back up to my neck.
I look up at her for a second, needing to take in her mesmerizing face, before moving from her neck to her breast.
I kiss the top of the left one, feeling the much tender skin under my lips. And move one hand to the right one squeezing it lightly between my palm.
A moan leaves her mouth for the third time tonight, followed by a faint and hazy âCharâ
I drop my head in between them, sinking deeper into their plushness. I stay here for a second, loving all around them, before she grips back at my hair, pulling me toward her.
A restless expression lays around her face before she pulls me in for a kiss again.
She slowly pushes her tongue into my mouth, searching for mine and deepening the kiss as much as she could, her hand moving to my sides gripping my hipbones.
We jumpily pull away as an alarm suddenly starts going off. I extend my arm toward Y/N âs phone grabbing it for her.
I sigh as I see the contact picture of her and her brother hugging. âItâs Raphaelâ I let out in an almost panicked voice.
âShe immediately sits up, âoh, okâ She grabs the phone in my hand and slides right to answer it.
âHelloâŚâ Raphael's voice is muffled so itâs kind of hard to tell what heâs saying.
âOk right Iâll see you soon thenâ she says nervously before hanging up and immediately rushing up.
âSo, what did he say?â I ask trying to get some information, but sheâs just looking around the room to see if there is any of her stuff âHeâs gonna be home in a minuteâ she lets out rushingly before quickly walking to the door, closing the door behind her.
Raphael gets home five minutes later, Y/N is all cleaned up and changed. Talking so suspiciously, eagerly and with a high pitched tone to her brother that I'm sure even him knows something is up with her.
I try to make eye contact with her. Trying to figure out what sheâs thinking, but she immediately glances away, anywhere but at me.
I'm stupid.
To be continuedâŚ
(Part 6 coming soon)
I hope you guys liked it. Itâs a bit longer than the last one so Iâm happy.
đťTell me if you want to be add to my tag list
Thank you so much for taking the time to read my story. If you want to request something, go for it and I will try my best to make it as good as possible. Have an amazing day or night, and maybe see you soon. With love, đ
Ps: don't forget to share if you want to
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A MonĂŠgasque Story (Part 5) - Charles Leclerc
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5
Summary of the series - Y/n is Charles' best friend little sister. They grew up together but haven't seen each other's for years. Their relationship seems to take a different turn when Charles stay at her's and her brother's.
Warning - Both Y/n's and Charles' POV, Fem reader, Both Charles and Y/n speaking French (translated) tension, tooth rotting fluff, three years age gap, mature content, 18+, brother's best friend, friends to lovers, she felt first he felt harder...
Disclaimer: I'm French and my English is NOT perfect ! â ď¸ Please don't stole or repost my stories on any other sites. Btw reblogs are more then welcomed.
I feel her breath hitch slightly as I delicately trace over the delicate skin of her back. I wonder how often she moisturizes for her body to feel so smooth.
Why am I thinking about that? Thatâs such a weird thing to think about.
I shake it off, concentrating yet again on my task.
Iâve never really given anyone a massage before. I donât even know where this proposition came from. I just really wanted her to join me on my run, and I wanted to do something in return that would be pleasurable for her. Thatâs the first thing I thought about that was appropriate.
When I was in the bathroom earlier, I looked up some massage tips on Google, trying to learn rather quickly how to make her feel good.
And it did come in handy for some stuff, sadly enough I forgot most of them. I tried to memorize a bit more when she got to her room to change but she was really quick.
So I'm trying my best with the little knowledge I have. I really want her to relax and have a great time.
I feel a spot on her right shoulder that seems a bit tense, so I insist on it a little, trying to follow the instructions I remember. Going delicately over the spot, and slowly increasing the pressure of my thumbs.
She lets out what I think is a muffled moan. Her head pressing further into the mattress. I smile knowing what I did felt good for her.
She whispers an embarrassed sorry, tensing up immediately.
I shake my head âNo, no donât apologize, I'm happy that youâre liking it, I just want you to feel good.â I smooth my hands up and down her back soothingly, feeling her gradually loosening under me.
âThatâs it love, just relax.â The nickname slips out of my mouth before I can think twice about it.
It seems to happen a lot lately.
I start massaging the spot on her shoulder again once sheâs completely relaxed. Taking my time to feel around the tenseness, working on it cautiously.
She slightly turns her previously hidden face on the mattress. I catch a tiny satisfied smile making its way on her lips.
She makes eye contact, making me smile down at her. âYouâre adorable.â I state suddenly, just because itâs what I was thinking. Sometimes I have the impression that thereâs no filter between my brain and my mouth when it comes to her.
Itâs probably how five years ago I ended up telling her I liked her just before she flew to Paris. I had the worst timing known to man and messed everything up.
The truth is that I did not even think she would be saying it back. I was just trying to get it off my chest.
But then she flew to Paris, my first season in F1 started and I beat myself up every day for not saying it before.
Her cheeks grow slightly red at the compliment, and she just closes her eyes, relaxing completely under my touch.
I work on her shoulder a little more and progressively make my way down her back. Massaging the zones that are tenser, before smoothing my palms up and around so she knows that I'm done with her upper body.
I gently start to knead the skin on her hips, putting a bit more pressure, making her sigh happily.
âCould you maybe go slightly lower, just under the spot youâre at. I have this tension in my lower back⌠almost on my tailbone since yesterday after jumping from the boat.â She lets out hesitantly, as if she was still contemplating on asking me while she was already in the process of doing it.
âHere?â I ask after going a little lower.
She shakes her head âNo not quiteâ I try again going even lower stopping once I reach the spot on her tailbone. She sighs. âRight hereâ
My fingers are brushing against the towel that lays over her bum as I timidly massage the indeed really tense area.
I work on it for a while, until I feel it loosen, then move down to her thighs, starting from the part toward her knees and working upward.
Her thighs are thicker than any other zone of her body, and I did not think I would say that one day but it has been really fun to massage. Her skin just feels so soft and full under my fingertips.
I work my way on her upper thighs cautiously, stopping at her bum.
I avert my eyes as her legs unconsciously squeeze together before loosening up again but farther than before. Giving me a clear view of her swimsuit bottom under the towel.
I just look away trying to remind myself not to read into it. This is just her body reacting to feeling good.
So I just concentrate back on my movement, before moving to her calves.
âAre you ready to turn around?â I ask her softly, seeing the sleepiness on her face.
She nods slightly, before putting her palms flat on the mattress and lifting herself up, before tying back her top that was threatening to reveal her pretty breasts.
She lays back down, getting comfortable with her head on my pillow this time. She pushes away the towel that was on her hips.
I donât really know what to do now. Massaging her back was easy because I didnât really see her face. Now with her eyes looking at me wide and soft, it feels way more intimate.
I drop the eye contact and clear my throat, looking around as if I would find a magical solution to make things less awkward.
I look up at her again, ready to make a joke on how she cannot stop looking at me, but my mind changes the minute I cross her gaze.
She harbors an expression similar but at the same time completely different than the minute before. I cannot neither describe nor decipher. A mix between lust and vulnerability.
My attention drops to my forearm as I feel the subtle touch of her hand on my wrist.
I donât know what changed, but I feel it all around, I see it in her eyes, in her touch and her hazy breath. Itâs like her boundaries dropped and she was letting me in for the first time in forever.
I move my hands to either side of her waist, caressing it slightly with my thumbs. Testing her limits.
It gains her attention, she looks down at them before almost immediately gazing back up at me. Her hand still on my wrist playing with my bracelets.
She looks so beautiful. I hadnât been able to stop looking at her these last few days.
I put my finger under her chin, caressing her jaw with my thumb.
She melts in my hand, her breath hitching which made her mouth part lightly.
Her pupils are so dilated that I struggle to see the color in them.
I close the space between us, placing my lips on hers.
She kisses me back, her hand leaving my wrist to grip the back of my neck.
I bite her lower lip lightly, deepening the kiss. I canât get enough of her.
Her mouth is so soft and her lips taste like strawberries.
I feel her tongue licking my bottom lip, asking for permission. Itâs slow and controlled but at the same time itâs needy and not enough.
I open my mouth, licking her tongue back, before gripping her neck harder, pulling her closer to me.
She pulls away panting, her desiring eyes searching for mine. Opening her legs wider so I can step between them.
So I do, before going for her mouth again. She moans and I swear this is the only thing I want to hear from now on. Itâs nothing like the one she let out when I was massaging her, itâs needy and pure longing.
Feeling my pants tighten, I groan against her lips âYouâre driving me insane, Y/Nâ
She grips the hair at the back of my neck, drawing me impossibly close to her.
I pull away from her lips, trailing kisses all over her jaw, while she twirls on my hair harder, breathing heavily.
I bite and suck on her skin wanting to imprint it on her skin.
I donât even know if I will ever find the words to describe whatâs going on in the fuzziness of my mind. Itâs deeper than lust, deeper than want. Itâs visceral.
I need her all over me, I need her to invade all of my senses. I need to feel her, touch her, hear her⌠smell her. And damn, she smells so good.
âCharlesâ she lets out in a pant, her hands trailing all the way down my back, feeling around before coming back up to my neck.
I look up at her for a second, needing to take in her mesmerizing face, before moving from her neck to her breast.
I kiss the top of the left one, feeling the much tender skin under my lips. And move one hand to the right one squeezing it lightly between my palm.
A moan leaves her mouth for the third time tonight, followed by a faint and hazy âCharâ
I drop my head in between them, sinking deeper into their plushness. I stay here for a second, loving all around them, before she grips back at my hair, pulling me toward her.
A restless expression lays around her face before she pulls me in for a kiss again.
She slowly pushes her tongue into my mouth, searching for mine and deepening the kiss as much as she could, her hand moving to my sides gripping my hipbones.
We jumpily pull away as an alarm suddenly starts going off. I extend my arm toward Y/N âs phone grabbing it for her.
I sigh as I see the contact picture of her and her brother hugging. âItâs Raphaelâ I let out in an almost panicked voice.
âShe immediately sits up, âoh, okâ She grabs the phone in my hand and slides right to answer it.
âHelloâŚâ Raphael's voice is muffled so itâs kind of hard to tell what heâs saying.
âOk right Iâll see you soon thenâ she says nervously before hanging up and immediately rushing up.
âSo, what did he say?â I ask trying to get some information, but sheâs just looking around the room to see if there is any of her stuff âHeâs gonna be home in a minuteâ she lets out rushingly before quickly walking to the door, closing the door behind her.
Raphael gets home five minutes later, Y/N is all cleaned up and changed. Talking so suspiciously, eagerly and with a high pitched tone to her brother that I'm sure even him knows something is up with her.
I try to make eye contact with her. Trying to figure out what sheâs thinking, but she immediately glances away, anywhere but at me.
I'm stupid.
To be continuedâŚ
(Part 6 coming soon)
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A MonĂŠgasque Story (Part 5) - Charles Leclerc
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5
Summary of the series - Y/n is Charles' best friend little sister. They grew up together but haven't seen each other's for years. Their relationship seems to take a different turn when Charles stay at her's and her brother's.
Warning - Both Y/n's and Charles' POV, Fem reader, Both Charles and Y/n speaking French (translated) tension, tooth rotting fluff, three years age gap, mature content, 18+, brother's best friend, friends to lovers, she felt first he felt harder...
Disclaimer: I'm French and my English is NOT perfect ! â ď¸ Please don't stole or repost my stories on any other sites. Btw reblogs are more then welcomed.
Charlesâ POV
I feel her breath hitch slightly as I delicately trace over the delicate skin of her back. I wonder how often she moisturizes for her body to feel so smooth.
Why am I thinking about that? Thatâs such a weird thing to think about.
I shake it off, concentrating yet again on my task.
Iâve never really given anyone a massage before. I donât even know where this proposition came from. I just really wanted her to join me on my run, and I wanted to do something in return that would be pleasurable for her. Thatâs the first thing I thought about that was appropriate.
When I was in the bathroom earlier, I looked up some massage tips on Google, trying to learn rather quickly how to make her feel good.
And it did come in handy for some stuff, sadly enough I forgot most of them. I tried to memorize a bit more when she got to her room to change but she was really quick.
So I'm trying my best with the little knowledge I have. I really want her to relax and have a great time.
I feel a spot on her right shoulder that seems a bit tense, so I insist on it a little, trying to follow the instructions I remember. Going delicately over the spot, and slowly increasing the pressure of my thumbs.
She lets out what I think is a muffled moan. Her head pressing further into the mattress. I smile knowing what I did felt good for her.
She whispers an embarrassed sorry, tensing up immediately.
I shake my head âNo, no donât apologize, I'm happy that youâre liking it, I just want you to feel good.â I smooth my hands up and down her back soothingly, feeling her gradually loosening under me.
âThatâs it love, just relax.â The nickname slips out of my mouth before I can think twice about it.
It seems to happen a lot lately.
I start massaging the spot on her shoulder again once sheâs completely relaxed. Taking my time to feel around the tenseness, working on it cautiously.
She slightly turns her previously hidden face on the mattress. I catch a tiny satisfied smile making its way on her lips.
She makes eye contact, making me smile down at her. âYouâre adorable.â I state suddenly, just because itâs what I was thinking. Sometimes I have the impression that thereâs no filter between my brain and my mouth when it comes to her.
Itâs probably how five years ago I ended up telling her I liked her just before she flew to Paris. I had the worst timing known to man and messed everything up.
The truth is that I did not even think she would be saying it back. I was just trying to get it off my chest.
But then she flew to Paris, my first season in F1 started and I beat myself up every day for not saying it before.
Her cheeks grow slightly red at the compliment, and she just closes her eyes, relaxing completely under my touch.
I work on her shoulder a little more and progressively make my way down her back. Massaging the zones that are tenser, before smoothing my palms up and around so she knows that I'm done with her upper body.
I gently start to knead the skin on her hips, putting a bit more pressure, making her sigh happily.
âCould you maybe go slightly lower, just under the spot youâre at. I have this tension in my lower back⌠almost on my tailbone since yesterday after jumping from the boat.â She lets out hesitantly, as if she was still contemplating on asking me while she was already in the process of doing it.
âHere?â I ask after going a little lower.
She shakes her head âNo not quiteâ I try again going even lower stopping once I reach the spot on her tailbone. She sighs. âRight hereâ
My fingers are brushing against the towel that lays over her bum as I timidly massage the indeed really tense area.
I work on it for a while, until I feel it loosen, then move down to her thighs, starting from the part toward her knees and working upward.
Her thighs are thicker than any other zone of her body, and I did not think I would say that one day but it has been really fun to massage. Her skin just feels so soft and full under my fingertips.
I work my way on her upper thighs cautiously, stopping at her bum.
I avert my eyes as her legs unconsciously squeeze together before loosening up again but farther than before. Giving me a clear view of her swimsuit bottom under the towel.
I just look away trying to remind myself not to read into it. This is just her body reacting to feeling good.
So I just concentrate back on my movement, before moving to her calves.
âAre you ready to turn around?â I ask her softly, seeing the sleepiness on her face.
She nods slightly, before putting her palms flat on the mattress and lifting herself up, before tying back her top that was threatening to reveal her pretty breasts.
She lays back down, getting comfortable with her head on my pillow this time. She pushes away the towel that was on her hips.
I donât really know what to do now. Massaging her back was easy because I didnât really see her face. Now with her eyes looking at me wide and soft, it feels way more intimate.
I drop the eye contact and clear my throat, looking around as if I would find a magical solution to make things less awkward.
I look up at her again, ready to make a joke on how she cannot stop looking at me, but my mind changes the minute I cross her gaze.
She harbors an expression similar but at the same time completely different than the minute before. I cannot neither describe nor decipher. A mix between lust and vulnerability.
My attention drops to my forearm as I feel the subtle touch of her hand on my wrist.
I donât know what changed, but I feel it all around, I see it in her eyes, in her touch and her hazy breath. Itâs like her boundaries dropped and she was letting me in for the first time in forever.
I move my hands to either side of her waist, caressing it slightly with my thumbs. Testing her limits.
It gains her attention, she looks down at them before almost immediately gazing back up at me. Her hand still on my wrist playing with my bracelets.
She looks so beautiful. I hadnât been able to stop looking at her these last few days.
I put my finger under her chin, caressing her jaw with my thumb.
She melts in my hand, her breath hitching which made her mouth part lightly.
Her pupils are so dilated that I struggle to see the color in them.
I close the space between us, placing my lips on hers.
She kisses me back, her hand leaving my wrist to grip the back of my neck.
I bite her lower lip lightly, deepening the kiss. I canât get enough of her.
Her mouth is so soft and her lips taste like strawberries.
I feel her tongue licking my bottom lip, asking for permission. Itâs slow and controlled but at the same time itâs needy and not enough.
I open my mouth, licking her tongue back, before gripping her neck harder, pulling her closer to me.
She pulls away panting, her desiring eyes searching for mine. Opening her legs wider so I can step between them.
So I do, before going for her mouth again. She moans and I swear this is the only thing I want to hear from now on. Itâs nothing like the one she let out when I was massaging her, itâs needy and pure longing.
Feeling my pants tighten, I groan against her lips âYouâre driving me insane, Y/Nâ
She grips the hair at the back of my neck, drawing me impossibly close to her.
I pull away from her lips, trailing kisses all over her jaw, while she twirls on my hair harder, breathing heavily.
I bite and suck on her skin wanting to imprint it on her skin.
I donât even know if I will ever find the words to describe whatâs going on in the fuzziness of my mind. Itâs deeper than lust, deeper than want. Itâs visceral.
I need her all over me, I need her to invade all of my senses. I need to feel her, touch her, hear her⌠smell her. And damn, she smells so good.
âCharlesâ she lets out in a pant, her hands trailing all the way down my back, feeling around before coming back up to my neck.
I look up at her for a second, needing to take in her mesmerizing face, before moving from her neck to her breast.
I kiss the top of the left one, feeling the much tender skin under my lips. And move one hand to the right one squeezing it lightly between my palm.
A moan leaves her mouth for the third time tonight, followed by a faint and hazy âCharâ
I drop my head in between them, sinking deeper into their plushness. I stay here for a second, loving all around them, before she grips back at my hair, pulling me toward her.
A restless expression lays around her face before she pulls me in for a kiss again.
She slowly pushes her tongue into my mouth, searching for mine and deepening the kiss as much as she could, her hand moving to my sides gripping my hipbones.
We jumpily pull away as an alarm suddenly starts going off. I extend my arm toward Y/N âs phone grabbing it for her.
I sigh as I see the contact picture of her and her brother hugging. âItâs Raphaelâ I let out in an almost panicked voice.
âShe immediately sits up, âoh, okâ She grabs the phone in my hand and slides right to answer it.
âHelloâŚâ Raphael's voice is muffled so itâs kind of hard to tell what heâs saying.
âOk right Iâll see you soon thenâ she says nervously before hanging up and immediately rushing up.
âSo, what did he say?â I ask trying to get some information, but sheâs just looking around the room to see if there is any of her stuff âHeâs gonna be home in a minuteâ she lets out rushingly before quickly walking to the door, closing the door behind her.
Raphael gets home five minutes later, Y/N is all cleaned up and changed. Talking so suspiciously, eagerly and with a high pitched tone to her brother that I'm sure even him knows something is up with her.
I try to make eye contact with her. Trying to figure out what sheâs thinking, but she immediately glances away, anywhere but at me.
I'm stupid.
To be continuedâŚ
(Part 6 coming soon)
I hope you guys liked it. Itâs a bit longer than the last one so Iâm happy.
đťTell me if you want to be add to my tag list
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A MonĂŠgasque Story (Part 5) - Charles Leclerc
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5
Summary of the series - Y/n is Charles' best friend little sister. They grew up together but haven't seen each other's for years. Their relationship seems to take a different turn when Charles stay at her's and her brother's.
Warning - Both Y/n's and Charles' POV, Fem reader, Both Charles and Y/n speaking French (translated) tension, tooth rotting fluff, three years age gap, mature content, 18+, brother's best friend, friends to lovers, she felt first he felt harder...
Disclaimer: I'm French and my English is NOT perfect ! â ď¸ Please don't stole or repost my stories on any other sites. Btw reblogs are more then welcomed.
I feel her breath hitch slightly as I delicately trace over the delicate skin of her back. I wonder how often she moisturizes for her body to feel so smooth.
Why am I thinking about that? Thatâs such a weird thing to think about.
I shake it off, concentrating yet again on my task.
Iâve never really given anyone a massage before. I donât even know where this proposition came from. I just really wanted her to join me on my run, and I wanted to do something in return that would be pleasurable for her. Thatâs the first thing I thought about that was appropriate.
When I was in the bathroom earlier, I looked up some massage tips on Google, trying to learn rather quickly how to make her feel good.
And it did come in handy for some stuff, sadly enough I forgot most of them. I tried to memorize a bit more when she got to her room to change but she was really quick.
So I'm trying my best with the little knowledge I have. I really want her to relax and have a great time.
I feel a spot on her right shoulder that seems a bit tense, so I insist on it a little, trying to follow the instructions I remember. Going delicately over the spot, and slowly increasing the pressure of my thumbs.
She lets out what I think is a muffled moan. Her head pressing further into the mattress. I smile knowing what I did felt good for her.
She whispers an embarrassed sorry, tensing up immediately.
I shake my head âNo, no donât apologize, I'm happy that youâre liking it, I just want you to feel good.â I smooth my hands up and down her back soothingly, feeling her gradually loosening under me.
âThatâs it love, just relax.â The nickname slips out of my mouth before I can think twice about it.
It seems to happen a lot lately.
I start massaging the spot on her shoulder again once sheâs completely relaxed. Taking my time to feel around the tenseness, working on it cautiously.
She slightly turns her previously hidden face on the mattress. I catch a tiny satisfied smile making its way on her lips.
She makes eye contact, making me smile down at her. âYouâre adorable.â I state suddenly, just because itâs what I was thinking. Sometimes I have the impression that thereâs no filter between my brain and my mouth when it comes to her.
Itâs probably how five years ago I ended up telling her I liked her just before she flew to Paris. I had the worst timing known to man and messed everything up.
The truth is that I did not even think she would be saying it back. I was just trying to get it off my chest.
But then she flew to Paris, my first season in F1 started and I beat myself up every day for not saying it before.
Her cheeks grow slightly red at the compliment, and she just closes her eyes, relaxing completely under my touch.
I work on her shoulder a little more and progressively make my way down her back. Massaging the zones that are tenser, before smoothing my palms up and around so she knows that I'm done with her upper body.
I gently start to knead the skin on her hips, putting a bit more pressure, making her sigh happily.
âCould you maybe go slightly lower, just under the spot youâre at. I have this tension in my lower back⌠almost on my tailbone since yesterday after jumping from the boat.â She lets out hesitantly, as if she was still contemplating on asking me while she was already in the process of doing it.
âHere?â I ask after going a little lower.
She shakes her head âNo not quiteâ I try again going even lower stopping once I reach the spot on her tailbone. She sighs. âRight hereâ
My fingers are brushing against the towel that lays over her bum as I timidly massage the indeed really tense area.
I work on it for a while, until I feel it loosen, then move down to her thighs, starting from the part toward her knees and working upward.
Her thighs are thicker than any other zone of her body, and I did not think I would say that one day but it has been really fun to massage. Her skin just feels so soft and full under my fingertips.
I work my way on her upper thighs cautiously, stopping at her bum.
I avert my eyes as her legs unconsciously squeeze together before loosening up again but farther than before. Giving me a clear view of her swimsuit bottom under the towel.
I just look away trying to remind myself not to read into it. This is just her body reacting to feeling good.
So I just concentrate back on my movement, before moving to her calves.
âAre you ready to turn around?â I ask her softly, seeing the sleepiness on her face.
She nods slightly, before putting her palms flat on the mattress and lifting herself up, before tying back her top that was threatening to reveal her pretty breasts.
She lays back down, getting comfortable with her head on my pillow this time. She pushes away the towel that was on her hips.
I donât really know what to do now. Massaging her back was easy because I didnât really see her face. Now with her eyes looking at me wide and soft, it feels way more intimate.
I drop the eye contact and clear my throat, looking around as if I would find a magical solution to make things less awkward.
I look up at her again, ready to make a joke on how she cannot stop looking at me, but my mind changes the minute I cross her gaze.
She harbors an expression similar but at the same time completely different than the minute before. I cannot neither describe nor decipher. A mix between lust and vulnerability.
My attention drops to my forearm as I feel the subtle touch of her hand on my wrist.
I donât know what changed, but I feel it all around, I see it in her eyes, in her touch and her hazy breath. Itâs like her boundaries dropped and she was letting me in for the first time in forever.
I move my hands to either side of her waist, caressing it slightly with my thumbs. Testing her limits.
It gains her attention, she looks down at them before almost immediately gazing back up at me. Her hand still on my wrist playing with my bracelets.
She looks so beautiful. I hadnât been able to stop looking at her these last few days.
I put my finger under her chin, caressing her jaw with my thumb.
She melts in my hand, her breath hitching which made her mouth part lightly.
Her pupils are so dilated that I struggle to see the color in them.
I close the space between us, placing my lips on hers.
She kisses me back, her hand leaving my wrist to grip the back of my neck.
I bite her lower lip lightly, deepening the kiss. I canât get enough of her.
Her mouth is so soft and her lips taste like strawberries.
I feel her tongue licking my bottom lip, asking for permission. Itâs slow and controlled but at the same time itâs needy and not enough.
I open my mouth, licking her tongue back, before gripping her neck harder, pulling her closer to me.
She pulls away panting, her desiring eyes searching for mine. Opening her legs wider so I can step between them.
So I do, before going for her mouth again. She moans and I swear this is the only thing I want to hear from now on. Itâs nothing like the one she let out when I was massaging her, itâs needy and pure longing.
Feeling my pants tighten, I groan against her lips âYouâre driving me insane, Y/Nâ
She grips the hair at the back of my neck, drawing me impossibly close to her.
I pull away from her lips, trailing kisses all over her jaw, while she twirls on my hair harder, breathing heavily.
I bite and suck on her skin wanting to imprint it on her skin.
I donât even know if I will ever find the words to describe whatâs going on in the fuzziness of my mind. Itâs deeper than lust, deeper than want. Itâs visceral.
I need her all over me, I need her to invade all of my senses. I need to feel her, touch her, hear her⌠smell her. And damn, she smells so good.
âCharlesâ she lets out in a pant, her hands trailing all the way down my back, feeling around before coming back up to my neck.
I look up at her for a second, needing to take in her mesmerizing face, before moving from her neck to her breast.
I kiss the top of the left one, feeling the much tender skin under my lips. And move one hand to the right one squeezing it lightly between my palm.
A moan leaves her mouth for the third time tonight, followed by a faint and hazy âCharâ
I drop my head in between them, sinking deeper into their plushness. I stay here for a second, loving all around them, before she grips back at my hair, pulling me toward her.
A restless expression lays around her face before she pulls me in for a kiss again.
She slowly pushes her tongue into my mouth, searching for mine and deepening the kiss as much as she could, her hand moving to my sides gripping my hipbones.
We jumpily pull away as an alarm suddenly starts going off. I extend my arm toward Y/N âs phone grabbing it for her.
I sigh as I see the contact picture of her and her brother hugging. âItâs Raphaelâ I let out in an almost panicked voice.
âShe immediately sits up, âoh, okâ She grabs the phone in my hand and slides right to answer it.
âHelloâŚâ Raphael's voice is muffled so itâs kind of hard to tell what heâs saying.
âOk right Iâll see you soon thenâ she says nervously before hanging up and immediately rushing up.
âSo, what did he say?â I ask trying to get some information, but sheâs just looking around the room to see if there is any of her stuff âHeâs gonna be home in a minuteâ she lets out rushingly before quickly walking to the door, closing the door behind her.
Raphael gets home five minutes later, Y/N is all cleaned up and changed. Talking so suspiciously, eagerly and with a high pitched tone to her brother that I'm sure even him knows something is up with her.
I try to make eye contact with her. Trying to figure out what sheâs thinking, but she immediately glances away, anywhere but at me.
I'm stupid.
To be continuedâŚ
(Part 6 coming soon)
I hope you guys liked it. Itâs a bit longer than the last one so Iâm happy.
đťTell me if you want to be add to my tag list
Thank you so much for taking the time to read my story. If you want to request something, go for it and I will try my best to make it as good as possible. Have an amazing day or night, and maybe see you soon. With love, đ
Ps: don't forget to share if you want to
đˇď¸ @d3kstar @eviethetheatrefreak @annie115 @boherahpsody @bloodyymaryyy @buendiabebeta @meadhbhcavanagh @timmychalametsstuff
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A MonĂŠgasque Story (Part 5) - Charles Leclerc
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5
Summary of the series - Y/n is Charles' best friend little sister. They grew up together but haven't seen each other's for years. Their relationship seems to take a different turn when Charles stay at her's and her brother's.
Warning - Both Y/n's and Charles' POV, Fem reader, Both Charles and Y/n speaking French (translated) tension, tooth rotting fluff, three years age gap, mature content, 18+, brother's best friend, friends to lovers, she felt first he felt harder...
Disclaimer: I'm French and my English is NOT perfect ! â ď¸ Please don't stole or repost my stories on any other sites. Btw reblogs are more then welcomed.
Charlesâ POV
I feel her breath hitch slightly as I delicately trace over the delicate skin of her back. I wonder how often she moisturizes for her body to feel so smooth.
Why am I thinking about that? Thatâs such a weird thing to think about.
I shake it off, concentrating yet again on my task.
Iâve never really given anyone a massage before. I donât even know where this proposition came from. I just really wanted her to join me on my run, and I wanted to do something in return that would be pleasurable for her. Thatâs the first thing I thought about that was appropriate.
When I was in the bathroom earlier, I looked up some massage tips on Google, trying to learn rather quickly how to make her feel good.
And it did come in handy for some stuff, sadly enough I forgot most of them. I tried to memorize a bit more when she got to her room to change but she was really quick.
So I'm trying my best with the little knowledge I have. I really want her to relax and have a great time.
I feel a spot on her right shoulder that seems a bit tense, so I insist on it a little, trying to follow the instructions I remember. Going delicately over the spot, and slowly increasing the pressure of my thumbs.
She lets out what I think is a muffled moan. Her head pressing further into the mattress. I smile knowing what I did felt good for her.
She whispers an embarrassed sorry, tensing up immediately.
I shake my head âNo, no donât apologize, I'm happy that youâre liking it, I just want you to feel good.â I smooth my hands up and down her back soothingly, feeling her gradually loosening under me.
âThatâs it love, just relax.â The nickname slips out of my mouth before I can think twice about it.
It seems to happen a lot lately.
I start massaging the spot on her shoulder again once sheâs completely relaxed. Taking my time to feel around the tenseness, working on it cautiously.
She slightly turns her previously hidden face on the mattress. I catch a tiny satisfied smile making its way on her lips.
She makes eye contact, making me smile down at her. âYouâre adorable.â I state suddenly, just because itâs what I was thinking. Sometimes I have the impression that thereâs no filter between my brain and my mouth when it comes to her.
Itâs probably how five years ago I ended up telling her I liked her just before she flew to Paris. I had the worst timing known to man and messed everything up.
The truth is that I did not even think she would be saying it back. I was just trying to get it off my chest.
But then she flew to Paris, my first season in F1 started and I beat myself up every day for not saying it before.
Her cheeks grow slightly red at the compliment, and she just closes her eyes, relaxing completely under my touch.
I work on her shoulder a little more and progressively make my way down her back. Massaging the zones that are tenser, before smoothing my palms up and around so she knows that I'm done with her upper body.
I gently start to knead the skin on her hips, putting a bit more pressure, making her sigh happily.
âCould you maybe go slightly lower, just under the spot youâre at. I have this tension in my lower back⌠almost on my tailbone since yesterday after jumping from the boat.â She lets out hesitantly, as if she was still contemplating on asking me while she was already in the process of doing it.
âHere?â I ask after going a little lower.
She shakes her head âNo not quiteâ I try again going even lower stopping once I reach the spot on her tailbone. She sighs. âRight hereâ
My fingers are brushing against the towel that lays over her bum as I timidly massage the indeed really tense area.
I work on it for a while, until I feel it loosen, then move down to her thighs, starting from the part toward her knees and working upward.
Her thighs are thicker than any other zone of her body, and I did not think I would say that one day but it has been really fun to massage. Her skin just feels so soft and full under my fingertips.
I work my way on her upper thighs cautiously, stopping at her bum.
I avert my eyes as her legs unconsciously squeeze together before loosening up again but farther than before. Giving me a clear view of her swimsuit bottom under the towel.
I just look away trying to remind myself not to read into it. This is just her body reacting to feeling good.
So I just concentrate back on my movement, before moving to her calves.
âAre you ready to turn around?â I ask her softly, seeing the sleepiness on her face.
She nods slightly, before putting her palms flat on the mattress and lifting herself up, before tying back her top that was threatening to reveal her pretty breasts.
She lays back down, getting comfortable with her head on my pillow this time. She pushes away the towel that was on her hips.
I donât really know what to do now. Massaging her back was easy because I didnât really see her face. Now with her eyes looking at me wide and soft, it feels way more intimate.
I drop the eye contact and clear my throat, looking around as if I would find a magical solution to make things less awkward.
I look up at her again, ready to make a joke on how she cannot stop looking at me, but my mind changes the minute I cross her gaze.
She harbors an expression similar but at the same time completely different than the minute before. I cannot neither describe nor decipher. A mix between lust and vulnerability.
My attention drops to my forearm as I feel the subtle touch of her hand on my wrist.
I donât know what changed, but I feel it all around, I see it in her eyes, in her touch and her hazy breath. Itâs like her boundaries dropped and she was letting me in for the first time in forever.
I move my hands to either side of her waist, caressing it slightly with my thumbs. Testing her limits.
It gains her attention, she looks down at them before almost immediately gazing back up at me. Her hand still on my wrist playing with my bracelets.
She looks so beautiful. I hadnât been able to stop looking at her these last few days.
I put my finger under her chin, caressing her jaw with my thumb.
She melts in my hand, her breath hitching which made her mouth part lightly.
Her pupils are so dilated that I struggle to see the color in them.
I close the space between us, placing my lips on hers.
She kisses me back, her hand leaving my wrist to grip the back of my neck.
I bite her lower lip lightly, deepening the kiss. I canât get enough of her.
Her mouth is so soft and her lips taste like strawberries.
I feel her tongue licking my bottom lip, asking for permission. Itâs slow and controlled but at the same time itâs needy and not enough.
I open my mouth, licking her tongue back, before gripping her neck harder, pulling her closer to me.
She pulls away panting, her desiring eyes searching for mine. Opening her legs wider so I can step between them.
So I do, before going for her mouth again. She moans and I swear this is the only thing I want to hear from now on. Itâs nothing like the one she let out when I was massaging her, itâs needy and pure longing.
Feeling my pants tighten, I groan against her lips âTu me rends fou Y/n.â (Youâre driving me insane)
She grips the hair at the back of my neck, drawing me impossibly close to her.
I pull away from her lips, trailing kisses all over her jaw, while she twirls on my hair harder, breathing heavily.
I bite and suck on her skin wanting to imprint it on her skin.
I donât even know if I will ever find the words to describe whatâs going on in the fuzziness of my mind. Itâs deeper than lust, deeper than want. Itâs visceral.
I need her all over me, I need her to invade all of my senses. I need to feel her, touch her, hear her⌠smell her. And damn, she smells so good.
âCharlesâ she lets out in a pant, her hands trailing all the way down my back, feeling around before coming back up to my neck.
I look up at her for a second, needing to take in her mesmerizing face, before moving from her neck to her breast.
I kiss the top of the left one, feeling the much tender skin under my lips. And move one hand to the right one squeezing it lightly between my palm.
A moan leaves her mouth for the third time tonight, followed by a faint and hazy âCharâ
I drop my head in between them, sinking deeper into their plushness. I stay here for a second, loving all around them, before she grips back at my hair, pulling me toward her.
A restless expression lays around her face before she pulls me in for a kiss again.
She slowly pushes her tongue into my mouth, searching for mine and deepening the kiss as much as she could, her hand moving to my sides gripping my hipbones.
We jumpily pull away as an alarm suddenly starts going off. I extend my arm toward Y/N âs phone grabbing it for her.
I sigh as I see the contact picture of her and her brother hugging. âItâs Raphaelâ I let out in an almost panicked voice.
âShe immediately sits up, âoh, okâ She grabs the phone in my hand and slides right to answer it.
âHelloâŚâ Raphael's voice is muffled so itâs kind of hard to tell what heâs saying.
âOk right Iâll see you soon thenâ she says nervously before hanging up and immediately rushing up.
âSo, what did he say?â I ask trying to get some information, but sheâs just looking around the room to see if there is any of her stuff âHeâs gonna be home in a minuteâ she lets out rushingly before quickly walking to the door, closing the door behind her.
Raphael gets home five minutes later, Y/N is all cleaned up and changed. Talking so suspiciously, eagerly and with a high pitched tone to her brother that I'm sure even him knows something is up with her.
I try to make eye contact with her. Trying to figure out what sheâs thinking, but she immediately glances away, anywhere but at me.
I'm stupid.
To be continuedâŚ
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A MonĂŠgasque Story (Part 4) - Charles Leclerc
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4
Summary of the series - Y/n is Charles' best friend little sister. They grew up together but haven't seen each other's for years. Their relationship seems to take a different turn when Charles stay at her's and her brother's.
Warning - Both Y/n's and Charles' POV, Fem reader, Both Charles and Y/n speaking French (translated) tension, tooth rotting fluff, three years age gap, mature content, 18+, brother's best friend, friends to lovers, she felt first he felt harder...
Disclaimer: I'm French and my English is NOT perfect â ď¸ Please don't stole or repost my stories on any other sites. Btw reblogs are more then welcomed.
The party yesterday shit faced me. Less than the last time i guess, but i still had a pretty hard time waking up.
We got home late and i had maximum 4 hours of sleep. So yeah, this is fun.
I push the sheets away with very little motivation, and head to the bathroom.
I cross my reflection in the mirror, and huff. I wash my face and tie my hair trying to look more alive and less zombie like before opening my bedroom door.
I make my way to the kitchen, directly greeted by the sight of Charles looking all freshened up, ready to attack the day as if his night before has consisted in sipping an infusion and going to bed at 7pm with cucumbers slices on his pretty eyes and a waves song audio in the background.
I stop dead in my track, eyeing him up and down. Heâs standing by the kitchen sink, filling his water bottle in a workout outfit. I donât know if i should hate him or be inspired.
He smiles when he sees me entering the room, âhi loveâ I give him a quick hug before making my way to the fridge.
âAre you really going to work out this early ?â I ask him taking the apple juice bottle before turning back to him.
He look down at his watch laughing, âItâs tenâ.
I sight âThatâs what im saying, itâs too early to do any type of exercise.â
He close his water bottle and get closer to the counter where im standing âWell, i didnât really trained since im here and all we do is eat and drink. Andrea is going to kill me. And even if im on holiday,â he says through quoted fingers âI still need to do work out and stuff, i donât have time messing around.â
I chuckle, âOk Tianaâ He furrowed his eyes brows for a second before rolling his eyes. âYour reference are frighteningâ He snickers back.
I laugh, putting my hands under my chin in a âim proud of itâ way before passing by him again âWell have fun, im going to go back to sleep.â
He quickly grab my wrist to spin me around. I look up, to him shocking his head, all smug. âNot so fast, youâre coming with me.â
I look down at his hand still securely wrapped up around my wrist, then back at him. âI think youâre mistaking, you enjoy thoâ I free my hand from him and start making my way out, but once again he spins me around.
âDonât let spinning people around become an habit, most people donât like being manhandled you know.â I laugh. He shrug my comment âIf you come with me i promise to give you a massage when we came back.â He says way too confidently.
I frown, i wasnât quite ready for him to say something like that, but itâs not obvious enough for him caught up on it. âWhat ?â i say in disbelief, needing to hear it once again just to be sure that i got it right.
âIf you run with me, i promise to give you a massage when we get home.â He repeats, still as confidently as before. Not a bit of doubt transpiring from his face.
Itâs tempting, but im not sure having someone youâre attracted too, with their hands on you, caressing your skin is the best idea. But at the same time, who in their right minds would say no to a massage.
âOk im comingâ I say fastening my way to my bedroom to get ready. I hear him laugh as i close my bedroom door.
___________________
I feel like im going to faint, thereâs no blood in my head anymore.
The sun is too bright, the air too hot and i donât feel my legs anymore.
I come to a stop on the side walk. Immediately gripping my knees with my hands trying to steady myself and get my breathing back to normal.
I see Charles turn around, making his way back to me while laughing.
I so want to sweep his little smug expression out of his face right now.
âAre you trying to kill me ? Donât laugh, im serious. Are trying to kill the shit out of me ?â I pants looking down, afraid that if I look up for too long I might puke.
âI canât even breath anymore.â I state sitting down. Well actually more like dropping myself on the ground. My legs are not capable of holding me anymore.
âDonât sit on the ground itâs dirty.â I hear Charles say as heâs already helping me up.
He put his arms around me and his lips to my ear âWeâre good for today. You did not gave up, Iâm proud of you" He compliment ms as we start walking back.
Before I know what im doing, my face broke into a big smile. âIm proud of you.â
âI donât know how you do it.â I say in a giggle genuinely in disbelief. He laugh out, his hand flexing on my side.
âForce of habits i guess, but if itâs something you want to try, I could train you. Iâll be gentle I promise.
I look up, smiling tiredly at him. âWeâre gonna see, Iâll think about it.â
__________________
Raphael was heading to work when we got home. Which means that he most likely wonât be home before at least 3pm.
I directly hoped in the shower. Iâve never felt so dirty in my entire life. Charles took Raphaelâs bathroom so we could be as efficient as possible.
I got out first, so i started making some quick lunch. I bend down to get something from the frizzer when i hear the sound of Raphael door closing. I look up, just in time to catch a glance of Charlesâ dripping muscular body. Heâs only dressed in a white towel handing really low on his hips, low enough for me to see some hair stick out of the towel.
If i had no self respect i would be drooling right now.
I clear my throat and turn around, busying myself.
Charles came back in the kitchen. This time dressed. His hair are still kind of wet, but itâs gonna dry up pretty quickly anyways.
Imagine you wash your hair, it doesnât even take you that much time, and then they dry alone and looking good. Life is unfair.
âWhat are we making ?â he ask smiling at me, waking me up of my daydreaming about pretty hair.
I show him the basilic in my hand âI was thinking making some pasta and homemade pesto. how does that sound ?â
He smile immediately making his way toward the cabinet to grab the pasta. âThat sound perfect.â
So thatâs what we did, it took us maybe 25 minutes, Charles cooked the pasta and i made the sauce.
Heâs literally the worst sous chef i ever had, heâs so distracting and unserious. He spend his time joking around trying to tickle me. But ironically enough he is also so attentive and always asking if i need something.
Charles hand gaze my arm as he take the Parmesan on the wood board beside me. When i look up at him, Iâm greeted with a shy smile before he quickly moves away.
Once he is done dressing the plate, he carry my plate to the dinning table. I tried to take it from him but he insisted.
He set the table when the pasta were cooking. And he even through of putting some extra cheese in a little bowl for me, knowing how much i like it.
He is pissing me off so much right now. He makes it super hard not to want him.
He takes a mouthful of pasta, his expression unreadable, before laughing out loud.
I giggle, âWhatâs up with you ?â
âIm so sorry. The pasta are still a bit uncockedâ he let out. His shy smile back on his lips.
âLetâs seeâ I smile back and take a bite, surprised to find a slight crisp under my teeth.
l laugh, making Charles do the same âthey are not al dente, they are croquanteâ he says, his shoulders deeping with how hard heâs laughing.
In reality, it wasnât that bad and it was still really good.
We eat, while discussing about what our favorite types of music, artists and others stuff.
Since we got home, neither of us mentioned anything about the massage thingy. And I donât want to be the one to bring it up. Plus, Im not hundred percent sure if itâs a good idea since you knowâŚ
We clean up everything, putting the extra food in a tupperware and doing the dishes. Not without Charles shaking his wet hands in my direction instead of drying them. He is a child.
âAre you ready for your massage appointment ?â he ask me with a grin already walking in direction of his room.
My eyes widen, thinking he had forgotten about that. I fasten my pace behind him âOh Charles itâs ok really you donât have tooâ i let out quickly.
He turns around shrugging me off âNo, you run with me and you gave it all you could, you deserve it. Plus i promised.â He says opening his bedroom door.
âStay here im going to go search for some towelsâ he let out before entering the bathroom next door. He comes back a second later with a big towel, a littler one and my bottle of body oil that was on the counter. âIs it ok if i use this ?â He ask, showing me the bottle.
âSureâ I say sending a smile his way. âUm, how are we going to do this exactly ?â I question looking around.
âWell i was thinking putting that right hereâŚâ He says installing the large towel flat on his bed.
"And I donât know, I guess the easiest would be for you to put on a bathing suits and then put that," he show me the littler towel "on your bum so you have more coverage." he explained way too relaxed.
âI um, yeah im gonna go change.â I let him know quickly before exiting the room. What the fuck im i doing right now ?
I close my bedroom door and choose a swimsuit. One that is not too revealing but at the same time that show enough skin for him to be able to massage me comfortably. I make my way back to Charlesâ room, feeling really little dressed. God this is so weird.
When i get in, Charles is sitting on the bed, his phone in hands. He looks up when he hears me. âYouâre ready ?â He ask, getting up.
I nod, trying to play it cool, but in reality im pissing myself. I lay on my belly where the large towel is, and put the little one on my butt quickly.
Charles put some instrumental music on, before taking the oil bottle from the nightstand.
âCan i untie your top ? It will be easier to access if itâs off.â
âUm sure.â I say, trying to get comfortable and chase every inappropriate throughs going on and on in my head.
I feel his fingers gaze my skin and my top going lose. I breathe in, preparing myself for whatâs to come.
His hands delicately starts to spread out the oil all around my back, getting really shy as he got closer to my lower back then quickly coming up.
It feels so good, but I almost want to laugh at how afraid he is to touch me. Heâs brushing his fingertips against my skin as if i would crumble into pieces if he putted more forcefulness in his mouvements.
He starts gently massaging the skin around my spine with his thumbs, making some up and down mouvement, before putting his palms flat on my lower back and pushing them up with a little more energy.
I exhale out, not so quietly. It feels so relaxing i cannot.
He lets out a giggle âWhat ?â I ask, turning my face slightly on the bed so i can glance at him.
âDoes it feels good ?â He whispers. I close my eyes readjusting my head on the mattress, and answer sleepily âSo good.â
To be continuedâŚ
(Part 5 coming soon )
I hope you guys liked it. Im sorry, itâs a bit shorter than habitually but im back.
đťTell me if you want to be add to my tag list
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A MonĂŠgasque Story (Part 4) - Charles Leclerc
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4
Summary of the series - Y/n is Charles' best friend little sister. They grew up together but haven't seen each other's for years. Their relationship seems to take a different turn when Charles stay at her's and her brother's.
Warning - Both Y/n's and Charles' POV, Fem reader, Both Charles and Y/n speaking French (translated) tension, tooth rotting fluff, three years age gap, mature content, 18+, brother's best friend, friends to lovers, she felt first he felt harder...
Disclaimer: I'm French and my English is NOT perfect â ď¸ Please don't stole or repost my stories on any other sites. Btw reblogs are more then welcomed.
The party yesterday shit faced me. Less than the last time i guess, but i still had a pretty hard time waking up.
We got home late and i had maximum 4 hours of sleep. So yeah, this is fun.
I push the sheets away with very little motivation, and head to the bathroom.
I cross my reflection in the mirror, and huff. I wash my face and tie my hair trying to look more alive and less zombie like before opening my bedroom door.
I make my way to the kitchen, directly greeted by the sight of Charles looking all freshened up, ready to attack the day as if his night before has consisted in sipping an infusion and going to bed at 7pm with cucumbers slices on his pretty eyes and a waves song audio in the background.
I stop dead in my track, eyeing him up and down. Heâs standing by the kitchen sink, filling his water bottle in a workout outfit. I donât know if i should hate him or be inspired.
He smiles when he sees me entering the room, âhi loveâ I give him a quick hug before making my way to the fridge.
âAre you really going to work out this early ?â I ask him taking the apple juice bottle before turning back to him.
He look down at his watch laughing, âItâs tenâ.
I sight âThatâs what im saying, itâs too early to do any type of exercise.â
He close his water bottle and get closer to the counter where im standing âWell, i didnât really trained since im here and all we do is eat and drink. Andrea is going to kill me. And even if im on holiday,â he says through quoted fingers âI still need to do work out and stuff, i donât have time messing around.â
I chuckle, âOk Tianaâ He furrowed his eyes brows for a second before rolling his eyes. âYour reference are frighteningâ He snickers back.
I laugh, putting my hands under my chin in a âim proud of itâ way before passing by him again âWell have fun, im going to go back to sleep.â
He quickly grab my wrist to spin me around. I look up, to him shocking his head, all smug. âNot so fast, youâre coming with me.â
I look down at his hand still securely wrapped up around my wrist, then back at him. âI think youâre mistaking, you enjoy thoâ I free my hand from him and start making my way out, but once again he spins me around.
âDonât let spinning people around become an habit, most people donât like being manhandled you know.â I laugh. He shrug my comment âIf you come with me i promise to give you a massage when we came back.â He says way too confidently.
I frown, i wasnât quite ready for him to say something like that, but itâs not obvious enough for him caught up on it. âWhat ?â i say in disbelief, needing to hear it once again just to be sure that i got it right.
âIf you run with me, i promise to give you a massage when we get home.â He repeats, still as confidently as before. Not a bit of doubt transpiring from his face.
Itâs tempting, but im not sure having someone youâre attracted too, with their hands on you, caressing your skin is the best idea. But at the same time, who in their right minds would say no to a massage.
âOk im comingâ I say fastening my way to my bedroom to get ready. I hear him laugh as i close my bedroom door.
___________________
I feel like im going to faint, thereâs no blood in my head anymore.
The sun is too bright, the air too hot and i donât feel my legs anymore.
I come to a stop on the side walk. Immediately gripping my knees with my hands trying to steady myself and get my breathing back to normal.
I see Charles turn around, making his way back to me while laughing.
I so want to sweep his little smug expression out of his face right now.
âAre you trying to kill me ? Donât laugh, im serious. Are trying to kill the shit out of me ?â I pants looking down, afraid that if I look up for too long I might puke.
âI canât even breath anymore.â I state sitting down. Well actually more like dropping myself on the ground. My legs are not capable of holding me anymore.
âDonât sit on the ground itâs dirty.â I hear Charles say as heâs already helping me up.
He put his arms around me and his lips to my ear âWeâre good for today. You did not gave up, Iâm proud of you" He compliment ms as we start walking back.
Before I know what im doing, my face broke into a big smile. âIm proud of you.â
âI donât know how you do it.â I say in a giggle genuinely in disbelief. He laugh out, his hand flexing on my side.
âForce of habits i guess, but if itâs something you want to try, I could train you. Iâll be gentle I promise.
I look up, smiling tiredly at him. âWeâre gonna see, Iâll think about it.â
__________________
Raphael was heading to work when we got home. Which means that he most likely wonât be home before at least 3pm.
I directly hoped in the shower. Iâve never felt so dirty in my entire life. Charles took Raphaelâs bathroom so we could be as efficient as possible.
I got out first, so i started making some quick lunch. I bend down to get something from the frizzer when i hear the sound of Raphael door closing. I look up, just in time to catch a glance of Charlesâ dripping muscular body. Heâs only dressed in a white towel handing really low on his hips, low enough for me to see some hair stick out of the towel.
If i had no self respect i would be drooling right now.
I clear my throat and turn around, busying myself.
Charles came back in the kitchen. This time dressed. His hair are still kind of wet, but itâs gonna dry up pretty quickly anyways.
Imagine you wash your hair, it doesnât even take you that much time, and then they dry alone and looking good. Life is unfair.
âWhat are we making ?â he ask smiling at me, waking me up of my daydreaming about pretty hair.
I show him the basilic in my hand âI was thinking making some pasta and homemade pesto. how does that sound ?â
He smile immediately making his way toward the cabinet to grab the pasta. âThat sound perfect.â
So thatâs what we did, it took us maybe 25 minutes, Charles cooked the pasta and i made the sauce.
Heâs literally the worst sous chef i ever had, heâs so distracting and unserious. He spend his time joking around trying to tickle me. But ironically enough he is also so attentive and always asking if i need something.
Charles hand gaze my arm as he take the Parmesan on the wood board beside me. When i look up at him, Iâm greeted with a shy smile before he quickly moves away.
Once he is done dressing the plate, he carry my plate to the dinning table. I tried to take it from him but he insisted.
He set the table when the pasta were cooking. And he even through of putting some extra cheese in a little bowl for me, knowing how much i like it.
He is pissing me off so much right now. He makes it super hard not to want him.
He takes a mouthful of pasta, his expression unreadable, before laughing out loud.
I giggle, âWhatâs up with you ?â
âIm so sorry. The pasta are still a bit uncockedâ he let out. His shy smile back on his lips.
âLetâs seeâ I smile back and take a bite, surprised to find a slight crisp under my teeth.
l laugh, making Charles do the same âthey are not al dente, they are croquanteâ he says, his shoulders deeping with how hard heâs laughing.
In reality, it wasnât that bad and it was still really good.
We eat, while discussing about what our favorite types of music, artists and others stuff.
Since we got home, neither of us mentioned anything about the massage thingy. And I donât want to be the one to bring it up. Plus, Im not hundred percent sure if itâs a good idea since you knowâŚ
We clean up everything, putting the extra food in a tupperware and doing the dishes. Not without Charles shaking his wet hands in my direction instead of drying them. He is a child.
âAre you ready for your massage appointment ?â he ask me with a grin already walking in direction of his room.
My eyes widen, thinking he had forgotten about that. I fasten my pace behind him âOh Charles itâs ok really you donât have tooâ i let out quickly.
He turns around shrugging me off âNo, you run with me and you gave it all you could, you deserve it. Plus i promised.â He says opening his bedroom door.
âStay here im going to go search for some towelsâ he let out before entering the bathroom next door. He comes back a second later with a big towel, a littler one and my bottle of body oil that was on the counter. âIs it ok if i use this ?â He ask, showing me the bottle.
âSureâ I say sending a smile his way. âUm, how are we going to do this exactly ?â I question looking around.
âWell i was thinking putting that right hereâŚâ He says installing the large towel flat on his bed.
"And I donât know, I guess the easiest would be for you to put on a bathing suits and then put that," he show me the littler towel "on your bum so you have more coverage." he explained way too relaxed.
âI um, yeah im gonna go change.â I let him know quickly before exiting the room. What the fuck im i doing right now ?
I close my bedroom door and choose a swimsuit. One that is not too revealing but at the same time that show enough skin for him to be able to massage me comfortably. I make my way back to Charlesâ room, feeling really little dressed. God this is so weird.
When i get in, Charles is sitting on the bed, his phone in hands. He looks up when he hears me. âYouâre ready ?â He ask, getting up.
I nod, trying to play it cool, but in reality im pissing myself. I lay on my belly where the large towel is, and put the little one on my butt quickly.
Charles put some instrumental music on, before taking the oil bottle from the nightstand.
âCan i untie your top ? It will be easier to access if itâs off.â
âUm sure.â I say, trying to get comfortable and chase every inappropriate throughs going on and on in my head.
I feel his fingers gaze my skin and my top going lose. I breathe in, preparing myself for whatâs to come.
His hands delicately starts to spread out the oil all around my back, getting really shy as he got closer to my lower back then quickly coming up.
It feels so good, but I almost want to laugh at how afraid he is to touch me. Heâs brushing his fingertips against my skin as if i would crumble into pieces if he putted more forcefulness in his mouvements.
He starts gently massaging the skin around my spine with his thumbs, making some up and down mouvement, before putting his palms flat on my lower back and pushing them up with a little more energy.
I exhale out, not so quietly. It feels so relaxing i cannot.
He lets out a giggle âWhat ?â I ask, turning my face slightly on the bed so i can glance at him.
âDoes it feels good ?â He whispers. I close my eyes readjusting my head on the mattress, and answer sleepily âSo good.â
To be continuedâŚ
(Part 5 coming soon )
I hope you guys liked it. Im sorry, itâs a bit shorter than habitually but im back.
đťTell me if you want to be add to my tag list
Thank you so much for taking the time to read my story. If you want to request something, go for it and I will try my best to make it as good as possible. Have an amazing day or night, and maybe see you soon. With love,đ
Ps: don't forget to share if you want to
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A MonĂŠgasque Story (Part 4) - Charles Leclerc
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4
Summary of the series - Y/n is Charles' best friend little sister. They grew up together but haven't seen each other's for years. Their relationship seems to take a different turn when Charles stay at her's and her brother's.
Warning - Both Y/n's and Charles' POV, Fem reader, Both Charles and Y/n speaking French (translated) tension, tooth rotting fluff, three years age gap, mature content, 18+, brother's best friend, friends to lovers, she felt first he felt harder...
Disclaimer: I'm French and my English is NOT perfect â ď¸ Please don't stole or repost my stories on any other sites. Btw reblogs are more then welcomed.
The party yesterday shit faced me. Less than the last time i guess, but i still had a pretty hard time waking up.
We got home late and i had maximum 4 hours of sleep. So yeah, this is fun.
I push the sheets away with very little motivation, and head to the bathroom.
I cross my reflection in the mirror, and huff. I wash my face and tie my hair trying to look more alive and less zombie like before opening my bedroom door.
I make my way to the kitchen, directly greeted by the sight of Charles looking all freshened up, ready to attack the day as if his night before has consisted in sipping an infusion and going to bed at 7pm with cucumbers slices on his pretty eyes and a waves song audio in the background.
I stop dead in my track, eyeing him up and down. Heâs standing by the kitchen sink, filling his water bottle in a workout outfit. I donât know if i should hate him or be inspired.
He smiles when he sees me entering the room, âhi loveâ I give him a quick hug before making my way to the fridge.
âAre you really going to work out this early ?â I ask him taking the apple juice bottle before turning back to him.
He look down at his watch laughing, âItâs tenâ.
I sight âThatâs what im saying, itâs too early to do any type of exercise.â
He close his water bottle and get closer to the counter where im standing âWell, i didnât really trained since im here and all we do is eat and drink. Andrea is going to kill me. And even if im on holiday,â he says through quoted fingers âI still need to do work out and stuff, i donât have time messing around.â
I chuckle, âOk Tianaâ He furrowed his eyes brows for a second before rolling his eyes. âYour reference are frighteningâ He snickers back.
I laugh, putting my hands under my chin in a âim proud of itâ way before passing by him again âWell have fun, im going to go back to sleep.â
He quickly grab my wrist to spin me around. I look up, to him shocking his head, all smug. âNot so fast, youâre coming with me.â
I look down at his hand still securely wrapped up around my wrist, then back at him. âI think youâre mistaking, you enjoy thoâ I free my hand from him and start making my way out, but once again he spins me around.
âDonât let spinning people around become an habit, most people donât like being manhandled you know.â I laugh. He shrug my comment âIf you come with me i promise to give you a massage when we came back.â He says way too confidently.
I frown, i wasnât quite ready for him to say something like that, but itâs not obvious enough for him caught up on it. âWhat ?â i say in disbelief, needing to hear it once again just to be sure that i got it right.
âIf you run with me, i promise to give you a massage when we get home.â He repeats, still as confidently as before. Not a bit of doubt transpiring from his face.
Itâs tempting, but im not sure having someone youâre attracted too, with their hands on you, caressing your skin is the best idea. But at the same time, who in their right minds would say no to a massage.
âOk im comingâ I say fastening my way to my bedroom to get ready. I hear him laugh as i close my bedroom door.
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I feel like im going to faint, thereâs no blood in my head anymore.
The sun is too bright, the air too hot and i donât feel my legs anymore.
I come to a stop on the side walk. Immediately gripping my knees with my hands trying to steady myself and get my breathing back to normal.
I see Charles turn around, making his way back to me while laughing.
I so want to sweep his little smug expression out of his face right now.
âAre you trying to kill me ? Donât laugh, im serious. Are trying to kill the shit out of me ?â I pants looking down, afraid that if I look up for too long I might puke.
âI canât even breath anymore.â I state sitting down. Well actually more like dropping myself on the ground. My legs are not capable of holding me anymore.
âDonât sit on the ground itâs dirty.â I hear Charles say as heâs already helping me up.
He put his arms around me and his lips to my ear âWeâre good for today. You did not gave up, Iâm proud of you" He compliment ms as we start walking back.
Before I know what im doing, my face broke into a big smile. âIm proud of you.â
âI donât know how you do it.â I say in a giggle genuinely in disbelief. He laugh out, his hand flexing on my side.
âForce of habits i guess, but if itâs something you want to try, I could train you. Iâll be gentle I promise.
I look up, smiling tiredly at him. âWeâre gonna see, Iâll think about it.â
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Raphael was heading to work when we got home. Which means that he most likely wonât be home before at least 3pm.
I directly hoped in the shower. Iâve never felt so dirty in my entire life. Charles took Raphaelâs bathroom so we could be as efficient as possible.
I got out first, so i started making some quick lunch. I bend down to get something from the frizzer when i hear the sound of Raphael door closing. I look up, just in time to catch a glance of Charlesâ dripping muscular body. Heâs only dressed in a white towel handing really low on his hips, low enough for me to see some hair stick out of the towel.
If i had no self respect i would be drooling right now.
I clear my throat and turn around, busying myself.
Charles came back in the kitchen. This time dressed. His hair are still kind of wet, but itâs gonna dry up pretty quickly anyways.
Imagine you wash your hair, it doesnât even take you that much time, and then they dry alone and looking good. Life is unfair.
âWhat are we making ?â he ask smiling at me, waking me up of my daydreaming about pretty hair.
I show him the basilic in my hand âI was thinking making some pasta and homemade pesto. how does that sound ?â
He smile immediately making his way toward the cabinet to grab the pasta. âThat sound perfect.â
So thatâs what we did, it took us maybe 25 minutes, Charles cooked the pasta and i made the sauce.
Heâs literally the worst sous chef i ever had, heâs so distracting and unserious. He spend his time joking around trying to tickle me. But ironically enough he is also so attentive and always asking if i need something.
Charles hand gaze my arm as he take the Parmesan on the wood board beside me. When i look up at him, Iâm greeted with a shy smile before he quickly moves away.
Once he is done dressing the plate, he carry my plate to the dinning table. I tried to take it from him but he insisted.
He set the table when the pasta were cooking. And he even through of putting some extra cheese in a little bowl for me, knowing how much i like it.
He is pissing me off so much right now. He makes it super hard not to want him.
He takes a mouthful of pasta, his expression unreadable, before laughing out loud.
I giggle, âWhatâs up with you ?â
âIm so sorry. The pasta are still a bit uncockedâ he let out. His shy smile back on his lips.
âLetâs seeâ I smile back and take a bite, surprised to find a slight crisp under my teeth.
l laugh, making Charles do the same âthey are not al dente, they are croquanteâ he says, his shoulders deeping with how hard heâs laughing.
In reality, it wasnât that bad and it was still really good.
We eat, while discussing about what our favorite types of music, artists and others stuff.
Since we got home, neither of us mentioned anything about the massage thingy. And I donât want to be the one to bring it up. Plus, Im not hundred percent sure if itâs a good idea since you knowâŚ
We clean up everything, putting the extra food in a tupperware and doing the dishes. Not without Charles shaking his wet hands in my direction instead of drying them. He is a child.
âAre you ready for your massage appointment ?â he ask me with a grin already walking in direction of his room.
My eyes widen, thinking he had forgotten about that. I fasten my pace behind him âOh Charles itâs ok really you donât have tooâ i let out quickly.
He turns around shrugging me off âNo, you run with me and you gave it all you could, you deserve it. Plus i promised.â He says opening his bedroom door.
âStay here im going to go search for some towelsâ he let out before entering the bathroom next door. He comes back a second later with a big towel, a littler one and my bottle of body oil that was on the counter. âIs it ok if i use this ?â He ask, showing me the bottle.
âSureâ I say sending a smile his way. âUm, how are we going to do this exactly ?â I question looking around.
âWell i was thinking putting that right hereâŚâ He says installing the large towel flat on his bed.
"And I donât know, I guess the easiest would be for you to put on a bathing suits and then put that," he show me the littler towel "on your bum so you have more coverage." he explained way too relaxed.
âI um, yeah im gonna go change.â I let him know quickly before exiting the room. What the fuck im i doing right now ?
I close my bedroom door and choose a swimsuit. One that is not too revealing but at the same time that show enough skin for him to be able to massage me comfortably. I make my way back to Charlesâ room, feeling really little dressed. God this is so weird.
When i get in, Charles is sitting on the bed, his phone in hands. He looks up when he hears me. âYouâre ready ?â He ask, getting up.
I nod, trying to play it cool, but in reality im pissing myself. I lay on my belly where the large towel is, and put the little one on my butt quickly.
Charles put some instrumental music on, before taking the oil bottle from the nightstand.
âCan i untie your top ? It will be easier to access if itâs off.â
âUm sure.â I say, trying to get comfortable and chase every inappropriate throughs going on and on in my head.
I feel his fingers gaze my skin and my top going lose. I breathe in, preparing myself for whatâs to come.
His hands delicately starts to spread out the oil all around my back, getting really shy as he got closer to my lower back then quickly coming up.
It feels so good, but I almost want to laugh at how afraid he is to touch me. Heâs brushing his fingertips against my skin as if i would crumble into pieces if he putted more forcefulness in his mouvements.
He starts gently massaging the skin around my spine with his thumbs, making some up and down mouvement, before putting his palms flat on my lower back and pushing them up with a little more energy.
I exhale out, not so quietly. It feels so relaxing i cannot.
He lets out a giggle âWhat ?â I ask, turning my face slightly on the bed so i can glance at him.
âDoes it feels good ?â He whispers. I close my eyes readjusting my head on the mattress, and answer sleepily âSo good.â
To be continuedâŚ
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I absolutely adore the build up â¤ď¸ such a good story
Also you got me, I thought the fight scene was real until I read the CUT đ
The Stunt ^**
This one is based off of the following request where Harry and Y/N are in a PR relationship and he realizes he likes her until it's all over.
A shout out to whoever created that AI pic, it was a repost from TikTok so I'm not sure who actually made it!
Warnings: PR relationship, mentions of PR drama from the past/present, heartbreak & failed relationships, verbal arguments, jealousy, a quick non-consensual kiss, alcohol consumption, fingering, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex
WC: 19.6K
It seemed really stupid to you, a PR relationship with your co-star for a film? Sure, this was your debut into acting, but you had confidence in your ability to perform well and were certain that the film would do great, it was a lovely story! You didnât need additional PR help to make the film successful. You loved the script, it was a nice, yet realistic friends-to-lovers story. It had range, happiness, sadness, comedy, intimacyâŚyou wouldnât have chosen a stupid script for your first attempt at the silver screen! So the fact that your agent had written this into the contract with whoever your co-star was going to be, it felt a little insulting to you.Â
âItâs offensive! I donât want to fake date anyone, Fred!â You whined into the phone, âEveryoneâs going to see it coming from a mile offâŚwhat if they cast someone I hate? Whatâs gonna happen then?â You asked and he spoke calmly, trying to appease you.
âThink of it as more acting practice! You have to act like youâre into the person when in public.â
âNo one is going to agree to that.â
âSweetheart, everyone will agree to it. Itâs a classic PR move! Theyâre just gonna be kicking themselves for not thinking of it first! It basically guarantees film success for these rom-com type of things.â He said and you sighed and nearly hung up out of frustration. You wished that he had at least asked your permission before including this in the contract.
A few weeks later you were called in by the production and directing team for a few chemistry tests with the two actors that they were split between. They didnât want to tell you who they were looking at for casting as to prevent any bias on your part during the chemistry read. They wanted to see it for themselves who you vibed with the most. Fred had told you to stop trying to figure it out because both picks were fairly new to the acting world. And when the day came, you were sick to your stomach. You hardly ate anything since the night before because of it.Â
When you were introduced to the first guy you did recognize him a bit but you couldnât really place him. He shared that he had done a lot of supporting work and this would be his first time in a lead role if he got it. He was trying so hard though, trying to make it look like you guys were vibing well. Your interactions felt really inauthentic. The way he would knock his head back and laugh in an exaggerated manner whenever you said something slightly humorous, the way he would lean in closer to speak to you, and touch your arm or shoulder even when you crossed them over your body to indicate that you were uncomfortable. Then when you guys did a couple of test scenes, one of them being the lead up to one of the more intense dialogues between the characters, he came on really strong and theatrically and it was cringey; even you knew that he wasnât it as they thanked him for his time and off he went.
âWeâre gonna break for a few minutes. Meet back in here in 10!â Someone announced and you took full advantage to go make yourself a tea while they reset the makeshift âsetâ. Fred knew better than to talk to you right now, you were still quite annoyed at him for putting you in the PR dating situation. So when you felt someone come up beside you, you didnât say anything, heâd get the hint.
âUmmm, pardon?â You heard an unfamiliar voice and you did a double take over your shoulder when you realized that the person who was looming behind you patiently was Harry Styles, the glasses he had on threw you off a bit.
âOh god, sorry! Iâm taking up the whole counter arenât I?â You apologized as you grabbed your phone and dropped it in your purse and grabbed that from the top of the counter to make space for him and he smiled at you.
âThatâs alright.â He assured you, âI just wanted to introduce myself before we all have to head back in.â He explained and you nodded. You quickly set down your tea packet and extended your hand to his and you shook it firmly and briefly. âIâm Harry.â He introduced himself.
âY/N.â You smiled warmly.
âI know. Umm, I really liked your EP.â He said to you and your eyes widened in surprise.
âOh wow, thank you so much! I like your glasses.â You said stupidly and he laughed as he glanced down at the ground between you and you mentally scolded yourself, â Y-your albums too!â You added in, âI genuinely love all of your albums.â You giggled, trying to mask the star stuck feeling and embarrassment from your little blunder. âThe last one, it was phenomenal! I put so many friends onto it.â You shared and he smiled timidly as he glanced away for a moment again before looking back at you.
âThank you, thatâs very generous of you.â He thanked you modestly, as if he hadnât won an album of the year Grammy for it.
âIt really was the least I could do. Great work.â You assured and he chuckled. You knew that one of his best friends was producing this film and youâd heard rumors that he might be writing on the soundtrack, so while you were shocked that he was here for this chemistry/screen test you didnât think it too odd. Maybe it was going to help him get the vibes between you and whoever else they cast opposite you so that he could start working on the music. âSo are you going to be writing some pieces for the soundtrack?â You asked and he nodded.
âYeah, I thought the script was so genuine and I donât know, Iâm quite partial to hyperrealistic stories like this. The ones that show the challenges as well as the good things.â He said and you nodded.
âOh my god, same. I know that films should sometimes be an escape, a reprieve if you will, from reality and just be optimistic and romanticize the good but I really love it when it feels like Iâm looking in the mirror, you know? Or when it helps me relate to others more. I just love the humanity so much.â You explained and he nodded along.Â
âYeah, definitely.â He agreed. âWhat do you love most about this story?â
âJust the hope of it allâŚâ you sighed happily, âI mean, who isnât a sucker for a good friends-to-lovers trope? That whole âitâs been you all alongâ moment has happened to so many of us, I think. Like itâs the ideal scenario for falling in love, no? When you discover that your love for someone is so much bigger than you thought it was. But what I loved most is the way Cara learns to love herself and knows when to choose herself. Itâs shows so much strength and integrity to herself. But yeah, I mean the love story between the two characters is also really great, soâŚnormal.â You hummed.Â
âYeah, itâs so pure, isnât it? I love how it builds so realistically, like you know all the good bits but also all the bad bits of a person and still love them and they you just as you are.â
âExactly.â You hummed and he smiled.
âAnd howâd the last guy do with that?â He asked you, âYou can be honest, I wonât tell.â He assured you with a little grin.
âHonestly, a little too forced for my liking. Like fake laughing and inside jokes kind of thing, it was a bit cringey. And well, the acting was far too theatrical for film in my opinion. He very clearly comes from a theater background, it was like really over the top.â You explained to him and he hummed.
âHmmmâŚWell, I hope I do better than that.â He said and you froze.
âWait. Youâre the other choice?â You asked him and he nodded, âOhâŚâ
âI didnât come and say hi just for fun. It was strictly business.â He joked with a playful grin and you shook your head in disbelief.
âAnd here I thought you were just here out of the kindness of your heart. To like pick up on the vibes for inspiration for the music.â You chuckled, feeling even more nervous now. âI was basically told that this was amateur hour by my agent.â
âWell, between the two of us, Iâm quite the amateur when it comes to acting.â He said and you laughed a little in disbelief.
âAre you fucking kidding me? This is my first acting gig sinceâŚmy high school play where I was dragged into playing Rizzo because the original cast member dropped out the week before because she hated how she looked in the wig!â You exclaimed, âPlease forget the modesty. Youâve been in a Nolan film!â You said to him and he furrowed his eyebrows.
âYeah, and all I did was swim around in the freezing cold ocean trying not to drown in that heavy ass uniform. The panic I portrayed was very real! There was no acting talent required. I was genuinely fighting for my life on that set.â He joked and you laughed and shook your head.Â
âWell, I think youâll get the part. Weâre genuinely laughing, right? Or are you acting so well that I canât tell whether itâs genuine or not?â You asked and he raised his eyebrows smugly.
âDefinitely acting, even wore my glasses since the character does int eh script.â He said jokingly and you giggled.
âWell, they suit you.â You complimented and he smiled bashfully.
âThanks.â He responded, âBut ummm, we are genuinely laughingâŚI think weâll do good in there.â He said with a little more confidence.
âI think so too.â You hummed.
âHereâs to hoping. Well, Iâm gonna head back in now, but Iâll see you in there, okay? Wish me luck!â He smiled warmly and you smiled and nodded as you watched him head back into the reading room.
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It almost goes without saying that Harry was cast as the other lead opposite you. You guys did get along well and you also read well together, the screen test was great too. It was evident how personal these roles felt to each of you. So after a few days you were sitting before each other with your teams present to work out the terms of this PR relationship youâd have. It was all pretty basic; some of the parameters set were that this was business so no canoodling outside of the contractually obligated appearances, there were an agreed upon number of appearances youâd have to do during and post production. There were strict boundaries on what PDA was okay and what wasnât, it was all very straight forward. So with both parties having most of their conditions met, you guys signed the contract.
âŚ. ONE MONTH LATER âŚ.
Now, you guys were a quarter of the way through filming and being the delusional hopeless romantic you were, youâd started developing real feelings for Harry. He was just so sweet and fun and thoughtful. For example, your birthday had fallen during production and he bought you flowers and a cake and had everyone sing âHappy Birthdayâ to you. Or when you had a scheduled appearance but were feeling ill from your period cramps, instead of making you sit through dinner at a restaurant, he drove you to the nearest pharmacy and walked around with you to buy you tampons and snacks. You loved it and everyone else did too. Or just little thoughtful things heâd do for the staff after a long day, he was just a complete sweetheart and it was getting harder and harder for you to just ignore it and not take his kindness all that personally.
Harry wasnât really one to talk your ear off, he loved conversation, but mostly the listening bit. He liked to learn and hear other peopleâs thoughts and opinions. Like a sponge, he absorbed all the information and stowed it away for a later time. You could tell by the way he looked at you that he was listening. Like nowâŚ
â-it was just really stupid.â You sighed in slight irritation, âLike you just donât follow someone to their car in a parking garage at night to ask for their picture!â You ranted and he nodded.
âYouâre absolutely right. Thatâs scary, when someone follows you all the way to your carâŚâ
âIt was! And it was one of those things where like, if I started to run I knew they would start running after me so I tried to stay calm but in the end I just freaked out a little bit.â You explained, âFuck, now theyâre going to write shit about me being rude online.â You sighed as you guys drove out to the wine bar you were going to be spending some time at this evening.
âLook, you know you did nothing wrong and youâve never lost it on someone before. If they do post that video and see an empty car park no one is going to think you were being rude. You canât chase down a woman at night in a parking structure.â He said and you sighed.
âYouâre rightâŚâ you agreed after you calmed down a bit. âH-how do you do it?â
âChase women down?â He asked with a playful smile and you rolled your eyes and giggled at his little joke.
âSeriously though. Like deal with the obsessed people and the stalkers that just follow you around from a distance.â
âIt is scary for me too. I mean, it sucks to say you get used to it, but you will.â He said and you nodded, âLike I donât really go out alone in the evenings any more, try to do everything in the day time, with friends if possible. And like at night Iâll drive if I really need to go out, but like Iâve caught people trying to sneak in behind my car at the gate at my home in London. Or just like wait out there for me to come and go. I hate having security there all the time, but for a time I did have someone around patrolling a bit, it did help. Gave me some peace of mind, you know?â
âYeahâŚwell sorry if IâŚdampened the mood, Iâm just still a little shaken up.â You explained.
âNo, I get it.â He assured you with a smile, âWell the wine bar weâre going to is very low-key, so I donât think anyone will bug us until we walk out to leave. Unless youâre in the mood for something else?â He asked you and you shook your head.
âThe wine bar sounds really good right now.â You said to him and he smiled.
Your evening with Harry had been really fun. Not that you guys never had fun, but he was being extra sweet and attentive considering what had happened to you the night before. There were an assortment of board games available to play or you could choose to color and talk, but seeing as you werenât too keen on any of the games you pulled out your trusty deck of cards from the depths of your purse. He found it extremely amusing that you just had that in your purse but went easy on the teasing.Â
You rotated playing a few games, you taught him how to play 21 and Speed and it was getting so competitive. Obviously, you were at an advantage considering you knew how to play the games already. He did alright at 21, but when you started to play speed your expertise shone. You were kicking his ass and eventually beat him enough times (four times) that he decided it was time to change games. He kicked your ass at Scrabble and Connect 4 for retribution, but by that point youâd had at least four glasses of wine and were pretty tipsy. He was too, he was all giggly and pink in the cheeks and the tip of his nose, almost as if he were freezing cold and not teeming with warmth. His voice had dropped a bit deeper and his eyes had a slight glassy sheen over them and they were a bit lidded. You were both far more touchy now, it started rather innocently though.
âYouâre cheating.â You said to him as he laughed.
âHow can you cheat at Scrabble!?â He asked through his laugh.
âYouâre picking your tiles.â
âI am not!â He scoffed through a laugh.
âLet me pick one for you then.â
âHell no.â
âIâm only getting consonants! I need to prove that something is up.â
âHow is that possible?â
âIt just is!â You said and he laughed.
âOnly if I can pick your letter.â
âOkay, deal.â You agreed and you drew his next five tiles after heâd put down âreflexâ joint to your previous word, âcarâ.Â
âI got one consonant, a good one too.â He said as he arranged them on his rack.
âOf course you didâŚâ you murmured as you looked over your options. You really only had consonants. âOkayâŚâ you said as you grabbed the only three tiles that would work with what was on the board, âEggs.â You said with a small smile as you tagged on the g-g-s to one of the eâs in âreflexâ and he burst into laughter.
âThatâs all you have?! I donât believe this.â He said.
âIt is!â You laughed through your insistence.
âLet me see.â He said reaching for your rack of letters and you batted his hand away.
âStop cheating!â
âIâm not! Iâm trying to help you.â He chuckled as he grabbed your wrists in one hand to grab the rack and turn it towards him. When he saw your letters his smile dropped, âMmmm, I see your predicament. And here I thought you just couldnât spellâŚâ He teased with a smirk and you arched your eyebrows up at his little joke.
âHa-ha.â You mocked and he chuckled.
âCome here.â He said patting the spot beside him on the tabletop and you were tipsy enough that you didnât question it. You dragged your stool over beside his and he sighed that you were too far and you squealed in surprise when he grabbed the edge and tugged you even closer to him as easily as if he had slid your empty glasses of wine out of the way. You knew he was strong, youâd seen it with your own eyes over the course of your professional relationship together. But with your growing feelings and the wine fogging up your brain you melted inside at this simple display of strength.
âGeez!â You gasped and he chuckled.
âSorry.â He hummed with a smile before patting at your hip and looking back at the rack of letters he took from you. âOkay, soâŚyouâre a bit fucked.â He said after scanning the rack some more.
âWell, you didnât need to drag me over here to tell me that.â You giggled and he turned to you.
âWell, youâre here now, so win-win Iâd say.â He flirted and you felt the blood rushing up to your face and making your cheeks and ears go hot.
You didnât move from his side the rest of the time you were there. All games were forgotten, you were just fiddling with each otherâs fingers under the table, your hand resting over his thigh, talking nonsense, and giggling as the alcohol got to the both of you. The way he was looking at you was making you feel like the only other person on the planet. You typically shied away from intense, undivided attention but he wasnât ostentatious in the way he gave it. It was subtle and personal, it made you feel seen. After ordering one more glass you decided it was time to go, so Harry called your driver. You were getting hungry for some real food as youâd only been munching on the complementary bread theyâd been bringing you guys.
âBillâs here.â He informed you and you reached for your bag while Harry came around and helped you off of the high stool. You were wearing some heels because he was just so tall, but of course, your landing was a bit shaky and you both laughed as he grabbed around your waist. âYou good?â He asked with a grin and you nodded up at him, âSure?â
âMâsure. Just got a little wobbly there.â You giggled as you glanced up at him.
âHere.â He said extending his hand.
âItâs alright. Iâm good.â You assured him.
âIâm sure you are, but weâre supposed to do the pictures for the paps, remember?â He said more quietly.
âOh right, rightâŚâ you mumbled and it made you a bit sad as you handed your hand over. He took it and started guiding you though the bar to get out.
You could see people in the bar also taking videos of you guys walking out, calling all this attention to yourself like you were supposed to. But hey, at least you were holding his hand. When you guys got outside the flashes started going off and the paps were calling out to you both but you kept your eyes down at Harryâs shoes, you were a little too tipsy for this. Harryâs grip on you tightened as he pulled you to the car waiting right along the curb and then opened the door to help you in before sliding in behind you.
âGod, didnât think thereâd be so many.â He said and you nodded as you buckled up.
âHeading home?â Bill asked.
âYeah, please. And can you make a little detour on the way so we could get some food?â
âCertainly.â
âOkay, weâre still choosing weâll pick something on route to her place.â
âSounds good, just let me know.â He smiled and Harry thanked him before asking you again what you wanted.Â
You eventually settled on some dumpling place on the way and placed your order online so that it would be ready to pick up when you arrived. Thankfully, that all went to plan and soon you were being dropped off at your house. The lack of stimulation really perpetuated the tipsiness you were both feeling. You were laughing as you navigated your way to your kitchen in mostly the dark, guiding Harry through so that he wouldnât get hurt.
âHere we are. Canât wait to eat.â You said and he nodded in agreement. You guys split the food and then curled up on your couch to watch something on the TV while you ate and chatted. Harry started to sober up a lot faster than you which was great as he had to go home after this. You were trying to get on his level so you chugged your big glass of water and then dropped back onto the couch.
âYou feeling alright?â
âYeah, a bit better.â You said and he smiled.
âGood. Did you have fun?â He asked and you nodded.
âA lot of fun actually. Though to be fair, I think you pick fun things to do.â You said and he smiled.
âOh good! I mean I think Iâm quite boring.â He confessed.
âNoâŚI donât think youâre boring at all. Iâm definitely more of a homebody so getting to do all these different things has actually been really great.â You assured him.
âFunny, I pegged you as more of an extrovert than me.â He said and you shook your head.
âOh no, Iâm definitely more introverted than anything.â You chuckled.
âYou know, I have a lot of fun with you too. Iâm glad itâs you I get to do this with.â He said as he glanced towards you and you smiled down at your lap.
âYeah, me too.â You responded weakly, but he didnât catch it, thankfully.Â
Truth be told, you were still tipsy and were having a hard time getting down to his level of sobriety. And with that came this avalanche of sincerity that could not be avoided or misdirected. In fact, the longer he stayed with you the more you felt the thread of your composure starting to fray. You were fighting against yourself and your need to get closer to him, you wanted to feel his warmth radiating onto you, you wanted the scent of his cologne to waft over you as you buried yourself into his side. You wanted to feel the rumble of his chest when he spoke lowly to you.
âHey, are you alright?â
âYeah, yeah. JustâŚthinking.â You said through a tight lipped smile.
âAbout?â
âJust the film and how much fun Iâm having. Sâgonna be sad when itâs over.â
âYeah, it will be. But you donât have to think about it being over just yet.â He reminded. âWeâve still got a couple more months of filming and thingsâŚand this.â He said and you nodded.
âYeah, youâre right.â You decided and suddenly stood up. âI need to go to the bathroom. Ummm, let me take all of thisâŚâ you said of your food containers.
âItâs alright, Iâve got this, you go on.â He assured you and with one more confirmation via a firm nod you headed off to the bathroom.
You just needed to splash some cold water on your face or something. Do anything to freshen up a little and get out of your head. So you did just that as soon as youâd relieved yourself. You grabbed one of the hand towels and soaked it with cold water and dabbed it all over your face. After a few moments you were heading back out and to the kitchen where Harry was just filling up the bag the dumplings had come in with you trash.
âDo you want the vinegar and and chili oil?â He asked, hearing your steps behind him.
âUmmm, just the chili oil. I repurpose it.â You said and he smiled and dropped in the two little sauce cups of black vinegar before tying it up. âYou can just leave it, I have to take it out back.âÂ
âSure?â
âYeah, Iâm sure.â
âAlright. Well, itâs nearing 1am, I should get going.â He said as he turned around and you nodded.
âYeah. Ummm, are you good t-to drive?â You asked and he nodded.
âYeah, the food really sealed the deal.â He chuckled and you smiled.
âPositive? You can stand on one leg?â You asked jokingly and he did so. âCount down from 100 in intervals of 7?â You asked with a raised eyebrow and he scrunched his face down pensively.
âI can tryâŚI didnât finish high school so it might be a bit harder for me thank most.â He said with a small grin.
âMmmâŚdonât think thatâll hold up in court.â You joked and he laughed and shook his head.
âYouâre quite funny, you know?â He said and you smiled and shrugged.
âTriple threat.â
âI think that third is supposed to be the dancing bit actually.â
âWho cares about dancing? Would you rather a partner who can dance or who makes you laugh?â
âMmmâŚFacts.â He smiled and you shrugged.
âNo brainer.â You said and he nodded, âOkay, Iâll uh, Iâll walk you out.â You said and you guys made your way to your door.
âGenuinely, Iâve had an especially fun time with you tonight.â Harry said as you got into the foyer.
âMe too. Iâve never done something like that before.â
âWell, we could always do it again, maybe youâll have better luck with Scrabble.â He smiled and you chuckled.
âYeah, maybe.â You said, âHey so ummm, in a few months the LA Opera is opening up Turandot.â You said and he looked at you quizzically, âIâm sure you know the most famous song, or at least heard it?â
âHow does it go?â
âItâs theâŚNessun dorma, nessun dorma. Tu pure o principessa, nella tua fredda stanza⌠youâve heard it.â You said and he nodded.
âYeah, I think I have.â
âYeah, itâs this incredible Italian opera and Iâve always wanted to see it but none of my friends are really into that. Not that you are, but you said you like classical music, this is kind of a branch of of thatâŚin a way and-â
âIâd love to go.â He said and you smiled. Â
âReally?â
âYeah, sure. We could tally off another one of our appearances.â He said and you bit your lip as the pang of hurt radiated from your chest and out to the rest of your body. But you smiled and nodded.
âY-yeah, exactly. Just get another one of those out of the way.â You responded, trying your best to ward off the growing knot that was lodged up in your throat. You really were just inviting him as a friend, not as part of your PR arrangement, so the sting of rejection remained.
âCool, Iâll get the details from my team then.â
âYeah.â You nodded, holding back the need to cry now. It hurt so bad, you hadnât been in this position in a long while, the unrequited affections position. You really just struggled with dating so you hadnât really spent a lot of time with someone you were into in a long time so everything was just intensified in a way, including the disappointment. You quickly opened up the door to get him out of there as soon as possible so that you could go cry it out for a bit. âRemember we donât shoot tomorrow morning.â You reminded and he smiled.
âPositive?â He asked as he turned to you and you nodded.
âItâs an afternoon shoot tomorrow.âÂ
âOkay, thank you. Whenâs call time?â
âFor you itâs 3pm.â You said and he nodded.
âOkayâŚI really should start adding these to my calendar.â
âYou should.â You concurred as he turned back to you with a smile.
âWell, Iâll see you tomorrow then.â He said and you nodded and he stepped closer and went in for a hug. You did hug sometimes, but you didnât want to just now, but you gave in anyway, relaxing into his embrace as he squeezed around you just a bit. âSleep well, alright?â He said softly as he started to pull back and you nodded but then he turned his head a bit and your noses bumped together.
âSorry-â
âSâmy fault.â He chuckled and then glanced down at your lips. âI ummmâŚâ he trailed off and just grabbed your jaw gently and tilted it up and kissed you quickly on the lips. You didnât even have time to react before he pulled away. âShit.â He cursed. âIâm sorry. Iâm so sorry! Obviously, that was a mistake, I shouldnât have done that.â He rambled as he let you go and took a step back.
âItâs alright, Harry.â You said and he shook his head.
âI didnât even ask you and ummmâŚI donât know, something just came over me and I wasnât thinking. I didnât mean t-to kiss you. FuckâŚâ he cursed at himself.
âHarry, Iâm not upset. Itâs fine.â You assured, trying to hint at the fact that you were very okay with this.Â
âItâs not fine, Y/N. Itâs not.â He said firmly and you couldnât help it as your eyes started to well up, âIt was a mistake. Iâm not like into- like it just happened, okay?â He said instead and you just nodded. He was backed up enough now that he couldnât see your glassy eyes all that well anymore.
âI get it, Harry. Drive safe.â You rushed out and then hurried inside and closed your door before locking it and resting your forehead against it as a soft sob broke past your throat.
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After the initial shock wore off Harry rushed up to your door again, about to knock and apologize again but just as his first raised up he heard the latch of the deadbolt and sighed in defeat. He rested his forehead against the thick door for just a moment before he walked to his car. He got in and then glanced up to see if he could spot you through a window or make out where in the house you were by the flick of a light, but it just stayed dark for a minute or so and he shook his head.
âFuckâŚfuck me.â He grumbled before taking off.
Harry actually had no idea where that impulse to kiss you had come from. He did like you, he wouldnât have agreed to anything more than the film if he didnât. And he had also had so much fun working with you so far, it was just so easy and such a good vibe that he often forgot that it was âworkâ. Like tonight, after having a few glasses of wine he was feeling rather touchy and vulnerable, like he usually did when he drank, and it was so nice to feel that relaxed around you. He felt comfortable and it really was just one of those impulsive thoughts that he had. He had thought about kissing you before, you would for the film. But lately it was on his mind a lot more because those scenes would start filming soon. Maybe even in the upcoming week.Â
Harry wanted to call Tommy or Jeffrey and tell them what he did but he kew heâd get an earful and he didnât want that right now. He just needed a little sympathy and possibly another drink. So he called one his more discrete friends as she also lived in Beverly Hills, just about 10 minutes away from you. And they sat out by the fire pit as they sipped on a cocktail. He was petting at her dogâs back while he shared what heâd done and how anxious he was feeling about having to face you at work now. He told her about the PR stunt and how he felt like heâd majorly crossed a line. And when she asked him why he was beating himself over this so much he wasnât sure what to say. And she helped talk him down and reminded him that if you had said it was OK and you werenât angry that this was entirely about him.
âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean that youâre making it bigger than it is. I meanâŚdo you like her?â
âOf course I like her. We get along really well and-â
âYou know what I mean, H.â She said with a knowing smile and he licked over his lips.
âYeah, I guess I do a bit. Like starting too but I canât you know? Last time I got involved with a co-worker it didnât turn out so great for her. People were cruel.â He said.
âWell this isnât last time. But I mean, if thatâs now a boundary that you really donât want to test ever again then do whatâs going to make you feel better. But I mean, attraction and feelings are sort of out of our hands, you know?â She said with a smile, âAnd burying those too deep also isnât good for you.âÂ
âYeah.â He sighed.
âDid she kiss back?âÂ
âNo.â He said quietly and she hummed, âI mean, it was fastâŚmaybe she would haveâŚIâm glad I didnât stick around to find out though.â He admitted.
âSoâŚI think you know how you want to proceed then.â She said and he sighed and nodded.
âYeah, I guessâŚI guess I do.âÂ
He ended up staying the night there as neither of them had anything in the morning. But he headed home after one final pep talk from her, he needed to mentally prepare for seeing you again. He was an absolute wreck over it, his stomach was turning anxiously when he arrived before his call time just to talk to you, you were likely already there in hair and makeup. There was a dinner party scene you guys were filming, it was the scene where his character began to see yours in a different light. Very appropriate.Â
âHey Harry.â One of staffers greeted him as he breezed by.
âHello!â He waved and then pushed up his glasses further not he bridge of his nose. He hurried over to the hair/makeup trailer. He knocked and heard a cheerful âcome in!â From the artist Veronica. Harry stepped inside and as soon as your eyes met through the mirror you looked away quickly and then his eyes met Veronicaâs.
âHey H! I wasnât expecting you yet!â She said with a smile.
âJust wanted to drop by a bit earlier.â He said and she nodded.
âWell feel free to sit, Iâm almost done with Y/n. Iâm ahead of schedule.â
âThanks, ummm, I actually needed a word w-with Y/n.â He said to her, âIf I can?â He asked and then glanced to you, to see if that was alright with you. You held his gaze for a second before you nodded.
âItâll just be a moment, V.â You said to her.
âMaybe like 5-10 minutes.â He said to you and your inhale literally stopped. Your stomach fluttered violently, your heart pounded hard, and your mouth slightly dried.
âYeah, thatâs fine. Iâll go get a drink. Do you guys want anything from the cafe?â
âNo thanks, Iâm good.â, âNo thank you.â You and Harry responded and she smiled and gave him a pat on the arm as she walked past him and out of the trailer. Harry approached and sat in the seat adjacent to yours. You turned to him and he looked sad, defeated.
âY/n, Iâm so fucking sorry.â He apologized again and your eyes flickered down to your lap and you shook your head with a small smile.
âThereâs nothing to be sorry about, Harry.â You assured him, âIâm not mad. Quite frankly Iâm relieved becauseâŚbecause IâŚI uh-â
âPlease, donât.â He interrupted and your eyes fluttered up to his as the lump in your throat grew, âI know you what youâre about to say. Please donât say it.â He implored and you bit down on your lip to hold back from frowning. âIt doesnât work. It wonât.â He said with certainty, âIâve been thereâŚIâve fallen in love with a really wonderful person who was working along side me and it messed her up.â He said with a frown. âI canât do that to anyone ever again.â He explained.
âI get it.â You whispered.
âBelieve me, itâs hard. I think we work well together, donât we. We mesh!â
âReally nicely.â You agreed.
âYeah.â He confirmed, âSo letâs-lets just do what we need to do and call it a day.â
âOkay.â You nodded your head robotically. You just shut down all your feelings because you couldnât show him how deep in it you were by now. If you could save yourself from anything, at least the embarrassment.
âDoes this change anything for you in terms of like the dates-er appearances w-we have to do?â He asked and you shook your head.
âNo. Donât want to make a fuss. Fred is kind of a nag, donât want him harping and teasing me about it until something more embarrassing or astonishing makes him forget it.â You said.
âYeah, they can give you a hard timeâŚâ he said and you nodded.
âWell uh- actually there is one thing.â You said and he nodded, âT-the opera thing ummm, letâs not do that.â You said and he frowned a bit, âItâs just that when I asked I ummmâŚI wasnât asking you to go as an idea for the appearances. This kind of means a lot to me and I was actually asking you to come with me as a friend.â You clarified, âIâd want to go with wellâŚsomeone who-â
âI get it.â He said with a small smile.
âThank you.â You nodded.
âWell thatâs it I guess.â
âYeah.â You whispered and he stood and left quite awkwardly.
Once again, he was kicking himself over what heâd just done but it was for the best. He needed to put an end to this before he let himself like you a little too much and it ruined everything. Or worse, he gave in and you guys tried for a bit before things inevitably went to shit because of how awful the public were to you until they wore you downâŚbetter safe than sorry. He needed to stop this before it was too late.
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You were definitely hurt but you understood where Harry was coming from. And maybe he was right, it was just a bad idea to get involved more than professionally. Admittedly, if you had been in the place of his last girlfriend there was no way you couldâve been as poised as she was through all of it. Through all of the rumors, all of the hate, all of the lies, all of the tasteless jokes⌠you were confident in yourself but not to that extent, surely youâd have a public breakdown at some point with all of that pressure.Â
But as the days went by you realized that youâd soon be filming the more intimate parts of this film. Normally, films didnât film chronologically but this one did. The director really wanted to capture the natural growing closeness between you and Harry as filming progressed. Truth be told, you were acting your asses off and everyone on the set was buying it even though the bond between you two had broken down. Even your dates were different; you guys werenât talking as much as before or learning more and more details about each other like before. Now you mostly talked about work to him or your plans after filming but nothing too personal.Â
You were still nervous for the intimate scenes though, thatâs what you would be doing today, the first intimate scene. You would surely do something to give away just how real your yearning was for him. Your actions couldnât lie. Especially after you hadnât been able to kiss back when heâd kissed you a few weeks before.
âNervous?â Veronica asked and you nodded.
âYeah, a bit.â You confessed.
âDonât be. Just work with the natural tension and attraction the two of you already have going on and itâll be perfect.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âGirl, youâre really gonna make me say it?â She said with a tsk.
âThereâs nothing else going on.â You said and she gave you a disbelieving look.
âWhat was that a couple weeks ago with the âten minute talkâ he needed to have with you?â She asked you.
âIt genuinely was a talk. We had a misunderstanding and I was a little upset at him.â You explained and her gaze softened from teasing and playful to sorry for assuming.
âOhâŚI couldâve sworn that you guys-â
âNo. No. I meanâŚIâŚI like him. Like that.â You said a bit shamefully and she pouted and sat down in the seat beside yours and nodded as she listened, âItâs kind of impossible not to when we spend so much time together and have gotten to know each other the way we have. Like god, itâs so amateur of meâŚâ you shook your head and she sighed.
âHey, no. Look at me, hon. Attraction is natural, you canât help how you feel or how your brain responds to something! And quite frankly I think heâŚlikes you too.â She said and you smiled sadly and shook your head.
âHe doesnât, thatâs what he said that day. That he didnât want to blur the lines and likeâŚitâs been so weird since. So dry and roboticâŚugh, I hate it so much. I donât know how I can do this for another eight weeks.â You sighed.
âWell after you have to kiss all day justâŚact cool. Itâs whatever, yeah? Iâve kissed tons of people and not all of it has to mean something, you know?â
âYeah⌠I hope I can.â
âYou can. You can do it. And i-if you need to talk about it or just be sad about it after you can talk to me. I wonât say a thing. Promise.â She assured you.Â
âThank you.â You said to Veronica and she smiled and nodded.
âOf course, hon.â she assured and this made you feel better. You could certainly get through the next weeks of filming if you had someone to talk to about this.
âŚ. 8 WEEKS LATER âŚ.
The lighting was dim as you approached the front door, the heavy and constant knocks on the door made you hasten your step. You finally opened the door to see Harry drenched from head to toe, clothes clinging to his skin as his eyes met yours.
âWhatâre you doing here?â You asked, your features creased in confusion as he stepped froward and you stepped back into the entrance.
âI needed to see you.â He said as he swung the front door back and it closed with a heavy thud.
âYou just saw me-â
âI didnât like seeing you with him.â He said coming closer and you sighed.
âListen-â
âHeâs not nearly good enough for you.â He said to you firmly and you scoffed.
âAs much as I valued your opinion before, I donât really care for it right now and I didnât ask.â You responded.
âYou didnât need to. I know you.â He said as he reached for you and you increased the distance between the two of you.
âNo you donât. Not anymore.â You shook your head as your eyes started to well up.
âDonât say that.â He frowned, the hurt evident on his face, âYouâre my best friend. I know you.â He insisted again and you let out a sarcastic laugh.
âWe havenât spoken sinceâŚâ you trailed off and swallowed thickly.
âSince I let you walk away.â He finished your thought for you and you nodded. âI was scared.â He admitted.
âYou werenât scared with April or Sarah.â You said and he sighed.
âThey werenât you. There was more to lose with you.â He explained and you shook your head.
âThatâs a miserable excuse. You always do this!â You groaned with frustration, âYou see that Iâve moved on, that Iâm happy and then you come to me and make me believe you-â
âI know youâre not happy.â He interrupted.
âIâm happier than when Iâm playing this stupid game with you!â You raised your voice, your breathing shallow as you expressed your frustration and he frowned. âYou say you love me and fuck me and then say we canât be together!â
âCanât you see how that proves how much I love you?â He asked sincerely, his eyes meeting yours and you glanced away and shook your head, âIâve loved you this whole time but I canât risk losing my best friend.â He said and you sniffled as your tears started to fall.
âYou donât love me.â You rejected his claim, âYou love who Iâve been for you. Always available, desperate for you to realize that Iâve been here the whole time, but Iâm not that person anymore. I donât need you any more.â You said and he frowned, âYou donât know whatâs it been likeâŚâ you said to him with a sad smile, âBeing here. Waiting. Watching you choose someone else over and over again and when it fails you come running back to me. But Iâve realized that if I wasnât good enough to be your first or second choice, surely Iâm not enough for you now. And I never will be.â You said to him, your voice cracked a bit.
âYou are enough. Youâre more than! I just wasnât good enough for you. I didnât want to hurt you and lose you.â He explained reaching for your hands and you pulled them out of his grip.
âWell, you hurt me any way. And you lost me anyway. And now that you know youâve lost me you hate to see it. Well good.â You seethed and he frowned.
âBaby-â
âDonât. Donât start with that.â You warned with a frown, âI donât believe you anymore. I gave my heart over to you every time, like an idiot, thinking that Iâd be safe with you and every single time youâve disappointed me! Well, not anymore.â You said and he reached for you again. âPlease leave.â
âIâm not leaving until you tell me that you love me too.â He pressed and you scoffed.
âYou need to move on!â You laughed incredulously.
âI canât! Believe me, Iâve tried!â He raised his voice, his breathing hard, âIâm sorry that Iâve hurt you and that Iâve disappointed you but Iâm not afraid anymore.â He said reaching for your hands once more and this time you let him take them, âIâm not afraid of the love we have for each other. I will do anything I can to prove to you that itâll be different this time. That I wonât disappoint you ever again.â He said earnestly, âPlease.â He begged and you swallowed thickly. âI need you like I need air! Being away from you has been torture. And seeing you with someone else has been worse than torture.â He said grabbing your jaw and angling you up gently. His thumb wiped your tears away carefully and you closed your eyes, âNuh-uh, look at me.â He insisted and your eyes blinked open and met his again. âSay it. Say that you love me, baby. I need to hear you say it.â He practically begged as he leaned in closer.
âI love you.â You whispered and he quickly closed the gap between you.Â
His warm, plump lips met your own hungrily. The soft wet sounds of your kisses and shallow breaths were the only noises in the background, everything was perfectly still otherwise and it really felt like you two were the only people in the world in this moment. You were so close his sopping clothes were transferring the wetness to your own top and his strong hands were holding you low on your hips now, you could feel the cold of them through the thin sleep shorts you were in. âI love you, I do.â You mumbled against his lips and then pulled back and he chased after you but you turned your head to the side and squeezed your eyes shut as he kissed the corner of your mouth and up your jaw, âBut I love me more.â You said as you pushed him back and he loosened his grip on you as he pulled back to look at you, his disappointment evident in his gaze, his eyes searching yours. âIâm more than a last resort.â You said and he frowned, âI always chose you and you never chose me, so Iâm choosing myself over you this time.â You said and he looked at you with disappointment.
âCara-â
âYouâre going to be okay.â You assured him and he shook his head.
âWhat a silly thing to say.â He whispered with doubt, a sad smile on his lips.
âIf I am after everything, you will be too.â You assured him with a half smile and he let you go.
âIâm sorry.â He apologized quite pitifully and you nodded.
âI know.â You said once more and he rolled his lips together and nodded before silently turning around and heading out the door. You walked over and turned the lock and then turned around and let out a long exhale and then your lips turned up in a small, but sincere smile as you glanced up to the ceiling and made direct eye contact with the camera peering down at you.
âCUT!â The director shouted and you exhaled and your smile widened, âAnd thatâs a wrap!â She shouted and everyone broke out in a cheer. She rushed over and hugged you tight, praising you for how excellent this final scene was. Harry came over as well and got his own hug from her, thanking him for his delivery and congratulating him on a job well done. You also gave him a brief hug before greeting others from the cast.
All the raw emotions of the project being completed really helped you guys along this final scene. It had been one of those magical moments where the first take went perfectly. You guys ran through the entire dialogue and it worked exactly as everyone had envisioned it. Truly, you hardly even noticed the cameras around you guys. The film would be released on Prime in three short months, which was when your contractual obligation to each other would end. Your appearances together were going to be far more âprivateâ now that filming was about to wrap. Sure, youâd be seen out at places together, but it was supposed to start to slow down. You had prepared what you would say when someone inevitably asked you what was going on between you two during the promo tour and press junkets. That you guys got really close to the characters and also each other during filming and just let these bleed together while filming and that obviously, it had started to cool down since you werenât seeing each other every single day for 10 to 11 of the 24 hours the day had.Â
âWe did it.â Harry said as he came up to you as you guys got ready to go and you nodded.
âYeah. Itâs crazy that itâs already done.â You chuckled, still a little bit in shock and he nodded.
âRightâŚwell I did have fun filming with you.âÂ
âSame.â You said with a small smile and he nodded.
âAre you going to the cast dinner tomorrow?â
âOf course, Iâm in the castâŚâ You said through a chuckle.
âDuhâŚâ he said nervously as he looked down at his feet in a bit of embarrassment.
âWell Iâll see you tomorrow then?â
âYeah.â You confirmed and turned to get into your car and just offered one final wave before you took off.Â
You glanced back to see him still standing there, watching you go. You were glad your windows were tinted so that he couldnât see you staring back, but you just werenât sure what to feel. As much as you were into him, you were dreading the rest of your time âtogetherâ. Clearly to him this was just like any other task he had for work, maybe he was used to this but you werenât. Youâd never done anything like this before and you kind of expected him to be a little more understanding and not so harsh and cold about it like he had been with you.
âŚ. TWO MONTHS LATER âŚ.
Harry wasnât that clueless, he noticed the shift in your interactions with him after filming ended. Almost as if you were relieved that you wouldnât have to see each other every single day for hours and hours at a time. He knew that you liked him and he wished he had handled that differently because clearly the way he went about it hurt your feelings to the extent that youâd gone completely cold on him.
When youâd go out and heâd grab your hand it was dead weight in his grip. When heâd drape his arm around your shoulder he could feel the tension in them. And when youâd exchange âloving glancesâ your smile didnât light up your eyes like before. Maybe it was just what you needed to do to get through the last month of this stunt but it was just going bad now. He wanted to apologize but he had no idea what he even needed to apologize for because he wasnât sorry about the conversation heâd had with you.
You guys needed to tighten things up at the personal level, clearly he got far too comfortable with you fast and it scared him. He didnât want to get hurt again and he didnât want to hurt you either. Heâd done this to protect you both from getting far more involved than necessary and now he felt like even the potential friendship he could have with you was crumbling before him which was really unfortunate.Â
He was feeling bummed out as he drove past your tall, wooden gate and up the long driveway to your house. He saw another car there but didnât really mind it as he parked somewhere out of its way. He was getting out of his car when the front door opened and out rushed some guy who definitely looked familiar, probably some other industry guy. His hair was wet and he looked a bit surprised to see Harry there, so he rushed to his car.
âHey!â He called after him and hurried towards him.
âLook man, she said you guys arenât dating and-â
âWait, she slept with you?â Harry asked with a small frown.
âSo you are dating?â He asked and Harry shook his head ânoâ, âThank, fuck. Then, yes, we did.â He said and Harry nodded and swallowed thickly.
âIs she- can I go in?â
âYeah, sheâs just finishing up her shower.â He said and Harry nodded.
âThanks, mate.â He mumbled before heading towards the door.Â
With every step he took the anger rose and rose further and further. You were being reckless, putting everything in jeopardy all to what? Get back at him for not liking you back? He was waiting in the kitchen, but when he heard you singing along to whatever was playing on your phone as you made your way down he hurried out to meet you. When he rounded the corner and saw you coming down the final step you gasped in surprise.
âOh my god, Harry!â You scolded with a hand over your chest as you put your music on pause. He didnât answer so you walked past him, âYouâre here a lot early.â You said to him playfully as he followed you wordlessly. He was just so fuming mad after seeing a faint hickey right beneath your jaw, âHello?â You questioned him until his frustrated gaze met yours.
âWhat the fuck is the matter with you?â He questioned you.
âWhatâre you talking about?â
âI saw him leaving. That guy.â He came right out and said it.
âLook, it was a spur of the moment thing, we were just having dinner and one thing led to another and-â
âYou fucked him.â He said and you sighed. âHow could you do that?â He asked you in disbelief.
âWhat do you mean? Itâs not like weâre actually together.â You scoffed and he frowned but then let the anger overcome him once more.
âExactly! Weâre not together and if anyone sees some stupid dweeb leaving your house then all of this is going to be for nothing!â He rationalized.
âOh my god, no oneâs gonna see anything, HarryâŚâ
âThey might see that fucking hickey on your neck!â He argued, âHow clueless can you be?!â He was berating you now, his voice raised and his expression creased in a scowl and you frowned.
âI didnât think about that. I mean, I-I can cover it. If not, theyâll just think it was you.â You said more quietly.
âNo one would ever believe that was me. I have never left visible marks on anyone Iâve been with. My fans will never buy it.â He said pointedly. âYou canât do shit with other people while we are contractually obligated to each other. It doesnât take a genius to figure that out, Y/N!â
âWell, there is no clause about that! And I was careful!â
âNot careful enough! I canât believe you would do something so stupid and all for what? To get back at me?â He scoffed with an accusatory tone and now it was your turn to scoff incredulously.
âOh, donât fucking flatter yourself, Harry!â You laughed mawkishly as you rolled your eyes up in disbelief.
âDonât pretend like you didnât do this on purpose to piss me off.âÂ
âWhy would I want to piss you off if I have to spend a whole fucking day with you?â You asked him and well, he had no idea. âHe likes me and he wanted to have dinner with me. I said I couldnât do that out in public so I offered for him to come over instead.â
âHe doesnât like you, he just wanted to fuck you.â Harry said with a sarcastic smile.
âWell good for him then! He did!â
âYouâre being childish.â
âIâm being childish? Youâre the one waltzing in here over an hour early, might I add, yelling at me because I hooked up with someone in the privacy of my home when weâre not even a thing!â
âI already told you why Iâm angry at you over this.â
âWell I already told you that I was careful! This is my first time doing something like this and I made a bad judgment call. I genuinely didnât think it would be a problem.â You said and he shook his head.Â
âYou knew it would be. You did it to get back at me forâŚnever mind.â He huffed and rolled his eyes.
âFor what? Finish the sentence, Harry.â You demanded.
âYou know why.â He said lowly and you arched your eyebrows up.
âI donât. Enlighten me, please.â You insisted.
âBecause of what I said to you before about us. I hurt your feelings and-â
âYeah, you were kind of a prick about it but Iâm not offended. You were right about that and I think Iâve done enough to manage what I used to feel for you-â
âUsed to feel? The wave of hostility youâve unleashed upon me after I rejected you says otherwise. And I think youâre just acting out because you canât get a handle on your feelings. Youâre being impulsive and itâs going to throw a wrench in things!â
âIâm being impulsive? Who kissed who, Harry? Iâm forgettingâŚâ You said sarcastically and he glanced to the ground.
âThat was a mistake.â
âYeah, youâve made that abundantly clear over and over again, thanks.â You said with irritation. âAnd Iâm not being hostile. Iâm doing what I need to do until we just get this stupid thing over with!â You said to him, completely exasperated, âIâve never done this before, OK? I didnât expect t-to like you like I do-er did.â You corrected yourself with a shake of your head, âIâm sure it was weird for you the first time you did it.â You said and his jaw clenched up because you were right.Â
His first PR stunt fucked him up for a whileâŚhe was still a teenager, frontal lobe smooth as butter. But he let himself fall and he thought she was too and well, to this day he was still a hot topic amongst her projects. It did bother him a little bit at first, he reckoned itâd bother anyone but he didnât give it the satisfaction of a negative response ever. He changed the narrative, called it a compliment even though he had no idea where the fuck he was going with that at the moment. He never said a bad thing even through his music even though heâd been painted as the âbad guyâ who was a player and couldnât commit over and over again. Heâd hoped it would work out but to anyone outside of it, it was kind of obvious that it wouldnât go anywhere. After all, what could a 23 year old want with a 18 year old in any serious manner? The point being, that these PR stunts and crossing professional lines always left one or both people hurting if they werenât overly cautious, which is why he had said what he had said to you.Â
But now he was jealous, gut wrenchingly jealous when he shouldnât be. You had made a mistake but you had been cautious to not endanger what you guys had signed on for. He was being far too harsh with you and sensitive about this and he needed to reel it back in. You were waiting for him to say something, anythingâŚ
âYou shouldnât have done that. It was a stupid mistake.â He said again and you swallowed thickly.
âYeah, I get it.â You responded lowly.
âDo you?â He asked. He was patronizing you and you glanced up to the ceiling and shook your head.
âHarry, honestly, I donât need this. Please leave.â You said to him and he frowned.
âBut we-â
âI donât want to be with you for the whole fucking day and pretend that I like you.â You said and he felt his heart shrivel up.
âWe have an obligation to do an appearance-â
âWell Iâll see you around dinner time then because I donât want to be around you right now.â You said to him and he bit on the inside of his cheek to distract from the hurt in his heart.
âYeah, alright.â He said lowly and turned around to leave.
âCongrats by the way.â You said to him and he sighed and looked back at you quizzically, âYou got what you wanted this whole time, I donât think I like you anymore.â You said to him callously and he suddenly wanted to throw up so he just hurried out of there and sat in his car in utter silence for a few minutes before taking off.
You guys did meet over dinner and he apologized for how heâd handled the whole situation earlier that day. You'd cooled off enough as well and apologized for not considering what he had mentioned and assured him that you wouldnât do it again while you were contractually obligated to each other. He was hoping to hear you say that you didnât mean what youâd said about not liking him anymore, but he never got the satisfaction. He was certain youâd spoken purely out of anger with him, especially after heâd been such a dick about it, but maybe you just needed to tell yourself that to really not let your feelings grow anymore than they had or even to just not have some illusion that he was jealous. Which he was, but heâd never admit that to you or anyone else, he hardly admitted it to himself. But by the end of the night you were both very cordial with each other and able to hug before heading your own ways.
âŚ. FOUR MONTHS LATER âŚ.
The film had been a success to say the least. It was getting decent reviews and your press for it had been good. After you and Harry had put aside your problems after your fight things got monumentally better. There were tons of questions about whether you guys were dating or not and you both explained your attraction and dedication to your roles expertly, leaving a hint of mystery behind every time this came up, in very Harry-esque nature. But each night before you went to bed in whatever city you were for the night you thought of Harry, how could you not?
Of course you still liked him, even now, after months of not seeing each other your heart went all soft and gooey at the thought of him. Yeah, you had said that you didnât like him anymore hoping to get a reaction out of him when you fought. You knew that he was jealous that day and you wanted him to just admit it, you wanted to get a rise out of him and hope he spoke up but in his true obstinate nature, he never did. You wondered what wouldâve happened if he had admitted it. Where would you be now? Probably on a vacation somewhere really getting to know the parts of each other that youâd left guarded, which admittedly werenât many.
âEarth to Y/NâŚâ your friend said, snapping you out of your thoughts and you chuckled in slight embarrassment.
âSorry, what?â You asked.
âI asked if you and Harry still talk.â She repeated her question.
âOh rightâŚummm, n-not really. Itâs not like weâre close friends, we just worked together. We just had to be super chummy during the press tours and stuff. Like it was a really superficial friendship Iâd say.â You fibbed and she sighed.
âSo no free shows for usâŚâ She mumbled and you smiled a bit and shrugged apologetically, âYou had one job.â She joked and you giggled before getting back to eat and everyone else started talking again.Â
In reality, you and Harry had gotten close after spending so much time together. Youâd shared a lot of things with him and vise versa. He had been a little more hesitant to take it there but after a good month or so of constantly being around each other and âseeing each otherâ he started to open up about more real and deep things. Things like how much he worried about his mom, how she deserved to be happy and have a full life full of love. How he was worried that heâd never be able to really stop making music and touring at the level he did now and it would affect his ability to marry and have his own family. How he wished there was a way to know that you were doing the right thing or going down the best path and you guys talked about that a lot. About what âthe right thingâ was. About what it meant to be happy and fulfilled. What was most important to him now and could he afford to keep pushing the rest of his life back to relish where he was now.
You were an over thinker, much like him, and you guys talked about how nice it was when you didnât worry so much and just lived day to day, focusing on that dayâs challenges and blessings. It was nice, you felt comfortable around him and safe, looked after. He was good at making people feel seen and special and with all of that it was hard not to start to fall for him. You missed him a lot. You wanted to text him or call him sometimes just to see how he was doing, what he was up to, if by any chance he missed you tooâŚWhen you had that thought you smiled to yourself a bit and talked yourself out of it. Of course he didnât miss you, he was probably glad you were gone, something less for him to deal with and worry about.
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Harryâs POV
Harry had been lying in bed for a good hour already, drifting in and out of sleep. He canceled his work out and his morning swim, he didnât have the energy to go to that right now. And thatâs how he knew that he was in a bad way, when even those simple pleasures werenât even a little appealing to him. In all honesty, heâd been feeling like this for a few weeks now and it all started when he was at dinner with some friends and one of your songs came over the speakers at the restaurant. At first it felt good to hear your voice, it made him feel happy and warm inside, but when he was at home later that night and all alone in his bed he started to miss you. And he felt so awful.Â
He felt awful about how heâd handled his attraction towards you. He hated how afraid he was of doing what his heart asked him to. He missed going on âdatesâ with you. He missed the conversations you guys had, he missed seeing the sincere care in your eyes when he shared things or opened up about topics he felt nervous about. He was never judged by you, in fact he felt accepted with you. He looked forward to the time youâd spend together off the set for a reason, it was because he liked you. A lot. And now he felt foolish for being too scared to admit it when he had the chance. He was sad when he came to the realization that youâd probably moved on and closed off your heart to him after how he behaved.
Regardless, he wanted to see you or at the very least to hear your voice. He at least needed to reach out and let you know that he was thinking of you. He did have a trip to LA in a few weeks and he decided that heâd reach out and see if you wanted to hang out for a bit, he only had two days of work things to take care of but he could add a few more days to his travel plans if it meant making things right with you.
âŚ. A FEW WEEKS LATER âŚ.
You were genuinely shocked when Harryâs name lit up your phone screen one breezy afternoon. It was past midnight his time so you had a mind to just ignore it, he was probably drunk or somethingâŚbut then you remembered how sweet and giggly he was when heâd had a little much to drink, so you swiped at your screen and brought your phone up to your ear.
âHello?âÂ
âHey!â He sounded relieved. Relieved that you had answered?
âUmmmâŚare you drunk?â You asked immediately and he huffed out a little chuckle.
âNoâŚwhy would I be drunk at this hour?â He asked and you furrowed your eyebrows a little bit in confusion.
âWell youâre calling me past midnight your time so I just assumed. Unless something is wrong? Are you okay?â You asked next.
âYeah, Iâm fine. And Iâm actually on your time. And while I enjoy day drinking as much as the next person I can assure you I am not drunk. I just ummmâŚI wanted to see if you had any free time in the next couple days or so? Maybe we could see each other?â He suggested hopefully and you felt your stomach sink.Â
The less mature part of you wanted to be a smart ass with him, tell him you didnât need to hang out as your contract was long over. But you did miss him and as much as his invitation raised up some of your past irritations with him it wasnât worth being a bitch to him over, especially after all of that time. Maybe this was him extending an olive branch? Maybe you guys could be proper friends now that your working relationship was over.
âUmmm, yeah. I actually donât have any plans at all the next few days.â You explained.
âAnd work?â
âIâm not doing anything right now just relishing in the big bucks from our hit rom-com.â You said with a dry sarcasm and he chuckled.
âGod, already letting all that fame get to your head, are you?â He teased and you giggled.
âYeah, Iâm changed.â You responded and he laughed. âWell, what did you have in mind?â You asked.
âDinner? Iâm renting this really beautiful place up in the hills and it has the most impeccable views, youâd love it. Thereâs a hot tub and a pool and a piano, we could just hang out here for a while? Or if you prefer to do something in town somewhere we could do that too.â
âWell I do want to see this house youâre staying at but ummm, I donât want to impose or anything and-â
âIâm inviting you over, youâre not imposing in any way, love.â He assured.
âAlright then. Well when do you prefer I come over?â
âDo you want to do tomorrow? Say around 3 or 4?â He asked and you bit on your lip, âWe could talk, swim, share music because Iâm certain youâve been writing.â He said knowingly and you smiled.
âYeah, thatâs good. Iâll show up sometime between 3 and 4, gotta keep you on your toes, you know?â
âYeah.â He hummed, âSo bring your swim suit, or donât I mean, either way you can expect to get in the waterâŚâ he said suggestively and you chuckled.
âShould I bring anything else?â
âNo just yourself.â He said and you nodded, âWe can plan dinner once youâre here.â
âAlright, sounds good. See yaâ.âÂ
âSee you soon.â He replied and then you quickly hung up.
You set your phone down on your lap and just let your face contort in confusion. What was that all about? You guys werenât even friends⌠sure, things were this easy with him all the time but you couldnât help but question his motives. Maybe he still felt guilty for how things transpired between the two of you and he just needed to do this to confirm that you werenât upset at him. You grabbed your phone and called him back, he picked up right away.
âHello?â
âWhy are you doing this?â You asked.
âWait, what?â He questioned you and you sighed.
âWhat do you want from me by asking me over to hang out or whatever?â You asked more clearly and Harry frowned upon hearing you asking this.
âUmmm, I didnâtâŚmean anything by it, itâs just hanging out.â He said and you sighed.
âRight, but weâre not friends.â You said and his heart lurched in his chest, âNow that we arenât working together we can be or what?â You asked for clarity.
âI mean, yes, i-if you want that?â He said with a questioning tone.
âOkayâŚâ you said and trailed off.
âIs there something wrong with that?â He asked and you werenât sure how to answer that.
âI just ummmâŚI donât know if I can trust that you wonât get allâŚweird.â You said to him.
âThatâs valid.â
âI mean we were friends before. Or at least I considered us t-to have a friendship to some extent and then you justâŚtook that away.â You explained and he nodded with a frown as he heard you out.
âI think we were friends too.â He agreed, âI just have a hard time letting people in.â
âAnd now you donât?â You asked.
âNo, I certainly do but IâŚâ he sighed and licked over his lips as he plopped down on the couch as he stared at the ceiling as he decided to just admit it, âI miss you.â He confessed and you bit your lip upon hearing his words. You hoped it would stop the butterflies that were starting to flutter about in your tummy but it wasnât doing much. âHonestly Y/N, I donât think I handled the relationship between us the right way and-â
âCan I come over right now?â You interrupted him.
âUmmm, y-yes. Sure.â He said nervously.
âI just think we ought to have this conversation in person.â You explained and he smiled a bit. God, you had to make it harder for him, didnât you?
âYouâre right.â He conceded. âIâll send you the address right now.â
âShould I still bring a swim suit?â You asked, he could heard the smirk on your face and he chuckled. Your smiled widened at your successful attempt to lighten the mood.
âWe can talk things out in the hot tub.â He joked.
âIâll see you in a little bit.â
âYeah, drive safe.â He said and you thanked him and hung up again.
You headed up to your room and grabbed a bathing suit, a simple, paisley print, two-piece and dropped it into your tote and then took off. You were nervous, not so much about what he would say but at the prospect of you leaving with any sense of false hope. Yeah, he missed you, but that didnât really mean anything but that. You couldnât or shouldnât read into that in any way. When you were all in your head like this time just escaped you and soon enough you were pulling up to the gate and putting in the code he had texted you before you started heading up the driveway. You only waited a few moments at the door after ringing the doorbell before he opened it up.Â
âHi.â He said softly with a smile on his face and you smiled back.
âHey.â You responded, you just looked at each other for a few moments before he chuckled and moved out of the way.
âOh, come in. Please.â He said and allowed you to step inside. You looked around as he locked up. The home was very modern, an open concept type of thing and it had one of those sunken living rooms that were making a come back.Â
âThis is cool.â You complimented.
âYeah, I like it a lot.â He said as he came up beside you and looked out at the space. âUmmm, can I get you something to drink? Or a snack if youâre hungry? I haveâŚwatermelon.â He said and you smiled.
âNo thanks, Iâm alright.â You assured him and he nodded and just looked over you for a few more moments. It made you feel all tingly so you cleared your throat and he looked down at the ground.
âUmmm so letâs justâŚwe can sit over here and talk.â He said signaling towards the living room and you nodded and followed him down the small set of steps leading down to the couches. âFeel free to get comfy wherever.â
âThanks.â You said as you headed towards one of the corners of the large sectional and slipped off your shoes before you nestled in, legs criss-crossed over each other as you pulled a pillow into your lap. Harry settled in near you, one of his legs tucked under him and the other hanging off of the couch. He looked a bit pensive, not entirely sure how or where to start and you were getting a little impatient.
âSo youâŚmissed me.â You said simply and he glanced into you eyes and nodded.
âYeah, I have been forâŚa while.â He confirmed and you sighed.
âI have tooâŚa little bit.â You admitted as you looked down into your lap and he smiled.
âItâs nothing to be ashamed of, we did spend a lot of time together soâŚâ
âYeah, true.â You sighed.
âSo ummm, what I was saying beforeâŚâ he started and you nodded, âI didnât go about things the right way with you. I couldâve beenâŚâ
âLess of a dick?â You interjected and he smiled down at his lap, when he looked up at you, you were already smiling.
âI was going to say nicer about it but same thing, I guess.â He chuckled and you did as well. âIâve been thinking about it a lot and while my reasons for it were really valid, I think, it doesnât mean that I handled it well and IâŚregret hurting your feelings. Iâm sorry.â He said and you hummed.
âThank you. I justâŚwas -er still am a bit confused about that because, I mean, I told you that Iâd never done something like this before and I donât knowâŚI guess I was just expecting you to be a little bit more understanding or even just compassionate with me about the whole thing, you know?â You explained and he nodded.
âI wish I had been. I really do.â He said with a small frown. âI can explain actually.â He said and you nodded, âAnd this is not an excuse at all, itâs just that, an explanation.â He added and you nodded again, âWhen I kissed you IâŚI realized how much I was starting to like you and it scared me.â He explained, âAnd it took me back to what Iâd been through before and I didnât want that again, not for me, but especially not for you.â He explained, âSo I decided that I wasnât going to allow my feelings for you to grow any more or go any further than that.â He said and your gaze on him softened, âAnd well, i-it worked well enough for a bit. It was easier when we were working to remind myself that it was for the best. And then we fought and you told me you didnât like me anymore and I felt like shit but I was also glad because you deserved better than that.â He said with a frown. âBut when we went our own ways it got worseâŚnot worse, you know what I mean.â He said nervously, âI just thought about you all the time- er I have been thinking about you this whole time. Just wondering i-if you think about me too sometimesâŚI mean, I know that you donât feel that way about me any more but-â
âI do.â You cut in and he looked surprised.
âAfter all of that?â He asked softly and you nodded.
âYou more than made up for it on the press tour.â You assured him, âI just didnât want to make you uncomfortable or upset you so I buried it all but I still like you. I mean, how could I not?â You chuckled and he smiled at you. âAnd Iâm sorry for the way I said I didnât, I wanted to make you upset.â You explained.
âWell it worked.â He chuckled and you smiled sadly. âI kind of deserved it though.â He said, âYou didnât ummmâŚsee that guy again did you?â He asked and you smiled.
âI didnât.â You confirmed and he smiled down at his lap.
âGood.â He mumbled lowly and you just smiled to yourself for a moment, âI really like you, Y/N.â He finally said as his gaze met your own. âAnd i-if you still like me too then maybe we can try and go an actual date.â He said with hope and you nodded.
âIâd like that.â You agreed and he smiled wider.
âOkay, thatâsâŚthatâs good to hear.â He chuckled nervously, âSo tomorrow d-do you want to go out and do something with me? Iâve got something in mind.â
âWhy not tonight?â You asked with a small pout and he chuckled.
âBecause Iâd like to make it at least a little bit nice.â He added and you smiled.
âOh okay, then. Thatâs fine with me!â You giggled and he chuckled. âI brought my bathing suit so maybe we can go for a swim and have dinner instead, like we planned for tomorrow?â
âYeah, sounds good.â He agreed easily and you both got changed and then got into the pool where you caught up on how the last few months had been treating you both so far.Â
Then, you had dinner and watched a film and he reached for your hand while you guys watched. Youâd held hands before but now you at least knew it was out of a desire to and not obligation it made the butterflies in your stomach swarm at ungodly rates. As the night wrapped up he walked you out to your car, like the sweet man you knew him to be but it was hard to leave. You guys lingered there, finding random little things to talk about to prevent saying goodbye.
âThank you for hearing me out, by the way.â He said to you after another small moment of silence and you smiled up at him as you leaned on your car and smiled at him. âYou didnât have to after everything.â
âOf course. Iâm really glad you reached out to me.â You assured him and he nodded and pulled you in for a hug for maybe the third time now and you nestled into him and sighed, âI really missed you too.â You hummed softly and he pulled back a little bit, enough to be able to look into your eyes again. Neither of you wanted to let go more than that.
âCan I kiss you?â
âYes.â You said instantly, âPlease.â You chuckled and he did as well as he angled up your face gently by your jaw until he was dipping down enough to smoosh his lips against yours.Â
He was tentative, he didnât want to kiss you too hard and hungrily for the first time since the time heâd mucked it up. He wanted you to feel how much he missed you and that despite his previous disrespects, that he in fact did respect you and your time and openness towards him. His fingers skimming along your jaw caused your skin to rise with goosebumps and for a delicious shiver to zing throughout your body. You wanted to lose your cool and just let things get fiery with the tension that simmered between you but he was being so patient himself that it staved off your desperation. You wanted to enjoy how soft and tender he was being right now. You liked how his feelings were emanating from him in intense waves and warming you from the inside out. Finally, he pulled away, it was painful and almost impossible to let him end the kiss.
âIâll see you tomorrow?â He whispered between the two of you and you nodded.
âYeah.â
âIâll pick you up around 7.â He informed and you nodded.
âOkay.â You whispered and he pulled you off to the side before opening your car door, âThanks.â
âOf course.â He smiled and you bit your lip for a moment.
âOne for the road?â You asked timidly and he grinned grabbed your face before pecking your lips once more.
âThere you are. Now leave while I have the self-control to let you go.â He mumbled between you two and you laughed before settling into your seat and he closed the door behind you. You buckled up and got the engine on and he backed up, giving you room to get going and with a final wave you headed home. You werenât driving fast at all but it felt like you were flying. You couldnât stop smiling, even as you settled into bed and stared at the dark ceiling you were wearing a huge smile until you fell asleep.
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Youâd been on edge all day wondering what it was that he would plan for you two. When you texted to ask what you should wear he said he was going for a semi-casual look, button down with a vest and trousers sort of thing so you decided on going for a similar vibe. You spent hours trying on a variety of combinations and in the end you settled on a black mini skirt with a creme colored, sleeveless knit top. You searched around for your chunky loafers and decided those paired best with the outfit as well. You had blown out your hair that morning so you got it into rollers and threw on a shower cap before you got in and exfoliated your body religiously. You knew your wax girl would kill you, but you ran a razor over your legs to get rid of the slightly prickly layer of hair growing in. You moisturized efficiently and then spritz yourself  with your current preferred fragrance, Brit for Her by Burberry.Â
You had taken a fondness to the scent recently because it reminded you of him. Not that he even smelled like that but just vibe of it made you think of who he was. The prominent or top notes were sweet and fruity. They were bright and intriguing but not overpowering like some fruity perfumes could be. These blended so well with the warmer, darker base notes of vanilla, amber, and mahogany. It created an alluring and irresistible blend of fragrances that seemed to perfectly encompass the feeling he gave you of comfort and warmth and excitement. You wanted it to linger and be memorable, the way he lingered and was memorable to you. Truly, you had no idea where this with him would go or if it would even work out, but you knew he was the kind of person who would leave a mark on you forever.
When you got his call that he was outside you grabbed you gave yourself one more spritz, grabbed your purse, and got into your shoes before hurrying out. He was waiting outside of the car for you, his smiled widened when you saw you going down the steps.
âYou look lovely.â He complimented as you approached and you smiled timidly until you got up to him.Â
âThank you.â You hummed softly and he pulled you in for a hug and he froze for a second when you hugged him back.
âFuckâŚyou smell so good.â He hummed against you and you smirked victoriously as he squeezed around you a bit more. âDamn.â He mumbled as he dipped down to kiss right under your jaw and inhale the sweet scent. You giggled as his little bit of stubble lightly tickled your skin as he nuzzled closer.
âStop thatâŚâ You laughed as he nipped at your skin.
âI canât.â He huffed before kissing up to your lips and pecking over them a few times and pulling away with his lip bitten beneath his teeth.
âPlease take me on a date.â You said softly and he smiled.
âYeah alright.â He agreed with a grin and you giggled as he opened up the door for you. You greeted your driver and settled in as he hurried over to his side and soon enough you were on the road.
âSo where are we going?â You asked as your fingers fiddled together and he smiled.
âYouâll seeâŚâ he said smugly and you chuckled. You both hummed along to the radio as you tried to figure out where it was you were heading but you seemed to be going in almost a circle as you started heading back towards where your house was. Then you guys turned down a street and you immediate recognized the area and saw the wine bar you guys had been to before just down the way.
âAre we going back to the wine bar?â You asked him and he immediately smiled as you started to slow down before it.
âI desperately need a do over.â He said to you and you smiled, âThings shouldâve gone a lot differently than they did that night. So weâre doing it again, correctly this time.â He said with a smile as the car stopped at the valet station up front.
âYouâre too sweet.â You said softly and he smiled.Â
You were soon helped out of the car by the attendant as Harry met you on the sidewalk and you thanked the driver and valet before looping your arms together and heading inside. He gave his name to the young lady at the entrance and she kept her cool as she guided you on back to where you sat the last time you were there. Of course, people were looking but he didnât seem to mind and soon you were tucked into the back of the bar, mostly covered from everyoneâs curious gazes and just smiling at each other across the small table. You guys ordered your first glass and then got to playing Jenga; this one had questions pasted onto the sides of the blocks so you guys went through the tower, giving your responses and discussing these until you toppled it over. You couldnât help it, your hands were shaky with nerves but also with excitement. He looked so handsome, it was almost painful not to look at him. Soon enough, two glasses turned to four, and you were both giggly and reminiscing your filming days fondly. He had been telling a story about a little mishap he had with one of the modesty garments for one of his scenes with another actress and you two were laughing so hard.
âWait, wait, wait, I need to go to the bathroom so bad!â You laughed breathily and he chuckled as he let your hand go over the top of the table.
âYeah, love you go on. Do you want me to order you another?â He asked and you nodded as you hopped down from the high stool.
âPlease.â you confirmed as you came around. You were half expecting it when he pulled you in by the waist and nuzzled against your neck again.
 âYou were too far away.â He hummed as he nipped under your jaw for a second as his big, warm palm nearly caressed down your bottom and you smiled.
âBehave.â You reprimanded playfully and he pulled back to meet your eyes.
âI am.â He assured you and you smiled. âNow go.â
âThat requires letting me go.â
âI knowâŚâ he said and released you with some reluctance. He watched as you walked off, hips swaying hypnotically as you headed off.Â
Yeah, you needed to use the bathroom but you also needed a break from the intensity of Harryâs gaze on you. It was intense before, but now that you knew he was also into you it felt overwhelming. This entire time he found a way to graze his fingertips against yours, to knock his foot into yours, to make you aware of the minimal space between the two of you as much as possible. As if you needed a reminder of how badly you wanted him in the first place. The more you drank the deeper his voice got and the more intense the tingles got when he spoke to you, you swore you felt the vibrations of his low drawn baritone at your core, rippling out to the rest of your body with each word. Lust didnât begin to cover what you felt for him. Even as you sat there for a moment relieving yourself you could hear some other ladies in the bathroom talking about just how good he looked tonight and how demanding and intense his energy was. How it was practically impossible not to feel him in the space. When you opened up the stall door the girls talking about it froze and watched you for a second.
âYouâre not wrong.â You said to them with a small smile and they looked relieved at how relaxed you were towards them. âPlease donât tell anyone that. I just needed to get it off my chest.â You chuckled bashfully as you washed your hands.
âNo girl, your secret is safe with us.â One of them assured with a kind smile.
âYou guys kissed in that movie a bunch of times, how are you still alive?â One of them asked and you chuckled.
âIt was hard for sureâŚâ you confirmed, âWhat was worse was how sweet he isâŚIt makes it so hard not to take it to heart.â You explained and they hummed.Â
âYou look so cute by the way. Could we get a picture?â One of them asked and you smiled.
âUmmm sure!â You giggled and they hurried over. The first pic was a failure, you all laughed at your half closed eyes, âSorry, Iâm so fucking tipsy!â You giggled and on the third try you managed to keep your eyes open wide enough to appear normal.
âI wish we could get one with Harry too.â One of the girls said.
âWell, if you guys leave at the same time as we do I can try and talk him into it.â You offered and they gushed and thanked you and assured you theyâd keep an eye out for this.Â
They were so sweet to you, assuring you that you looked exquisite and giving you the confidence boost you really needed to flirt up a storm with Harry. Heâd been so attentive and youâd been quite cool about it, but you were ready to reciprocate and show him just how much you wanted him too. When you made your way out of the bathroom it was with a new found confidence thanks to your bathroom besties. You were walking a little taller and with a little more sway as you headed back to your table.Â
As you made it back to your secluded little section you saw that Harry had settled into the stool beside yours. He was initially looking at the drinks menu but then he glanced up and right into your eyes, almost as if he sensed you coming. When your eyes met you just about melted. You finally understood that famous and hunger-inducing line form Bridgerton - âI burn for you.â You were feeling it in real time. The energy between you two, the longing of his gaze and how it followed the curves of your body, taking you in from head to toe. You loved how you could see his restraint as you approached your table once again. You felt scrutinized but in a good way. You felt desirable, you felt like the perfect and delicate thing youâd always wanted to be in someoneâs gaze. He made you feel like you were worth all the effort and more and you loved that. You knew you could be a little intense and rough around the edges at times but he clearly liked that. He found it amusing and endearing. He loved having something to fight for. He enjoyed proving to you why he was worth your time and effort.
âWhat?â you asked as you reached your seat and he shook his head.
âYouâre just so fucking beautiful.â He hummed lowly as you settled into your seat. You smiled and then glanced up to him.
âYeah? You think so?â
âI know so, love. Convincing myself otherwise was absolute torture.â He confessed and you bit your lip to suppress your smile and all of the feelings you had for him boiling inside of you. He shook his head and glanced down at his hands timidly. âDonât do thatâŚâ
âWhy not?â You pressed and he looked at you again.
âI donât think I can handle it all.â He explained with a pained look in his eyes and you hummed softly. âYou already smell so divine that I want to be close in enough to breathe you in. But you biting on your lip like that makes me want to bite it for you and suck it between my own. I know youâd taste so sweet because you like chewing that bubble mint gum.â He said to you lowly and you nodded almost dumbly as your gazes remained locked on each others.
âWhat if we call it a night a little early?â You asked him quietly and he smiled.
âYeah?â He asked and you nodded and shivered when one of his hands landed on your thigh, right over your knee.Â
âText the driver.â You instructed and he nodded and pulled out his phone as you reached for your glass of wine. You chugged it down quickly as he texted the man, it was amusing to him how desperate you were to get out of there.
âDâyou wanna stop for dumpli-â
âNo.â You cut him off and he grinned before reaching for his own glass.
âI kind of donât want to be anymore buzzed for you but-â
âItâll feel nicer.â You said with a smile and he hummed.
âIt wouldâŚâ He agreed, his own smile ghosting along his lips.
âIâm still good though, are you?â
âYeah, love.â
âThen, who cares?â You asked.
âYou donât mind?â
âNot at all.â You assured him.
âI want you so fucking bad. Thatâs what were talking about, right?â He asked and you nodded.
âYeah.â You confirmed and he flashed you that charming, dimpled boyish grin that youâd missed so much.
âOkay. As long as you really donât mind-â
âI donât. I promise you. Just want to be alone with you.â You assured him and he hummed and finished his glass. âI ummm ran to some girls in the bathroom, they were so sweet to me, they were fans and I told them if they walked out behind us you could take a picture with them outside. Is that okay?â
âYeah, love.â He assured and you smiled. Moments later the driver was informing you he was pulling up and you started to head out. The girls from the bathroom followed, as you instructed, and they got their photo before you guys slipped into the SUV smoothly and headed off into the night.
You were tingling with his hand running up and down your leg, his fingers danced along your skin. His nose was buried against your neck, kissing you up and down as he inhaled the sweet scent lingering on your skin and in your hair. He was whispering to you how much he missed you and how he wished he hadnât wasted so much time in reaching out. His fingers were burning into your skin as he slid them up your thigh to a dangerous degree until you gripped around his wrist and smirked at him knowingly.Â
âWhat?â He whispered huskily, his eyes already dark and hazy with need.
âYou know whatâŚâ you hummed lowly and he grinned.
âSorry, I am trying to behave.â He assured you and then planted a kiss on your temple and lowered his hand to above your knee again. As much as you were asking him to stop, a part of you enjoyed how he pushed the limits a little bit. He clearly was dying to touch you and you were absolutely touch starved. Even just having him rubbing over your knee was causing your skin to rise with goosebumps. You couldnât arrive at your place any sooner.
When you were finally heading up your driveway you were about ready to burst at the seems. You could feel how wet you were for him, it was even dripping down between your cheeks and you knew heâd love to discover that on his own so you kept it to yourself. Once you got out of the car and thanked the driver, he took off and you keyed your way into your home. As soon as the door closed behind you he pressed you up against it and locked eyes with you.
âThis is where I need the do over.â He mumbled, lips tickling your own.
âTell me moreâŚâ You whispered and he smiled and gabbed your jaw with his right hand while he grabbed your hip with his left and he leaned in and kissed you quickly, like he had that first time and his eyes met yours with a fake apologetic look in them, it was amusing really.
âShit.â He whispered between you two; just like he had the first time, âThat was a mistake.â He hummed as he looked into your eyes and you smiled as you decided to play along and role play it with him.
âThen why did you do it?â You asked and he bit his lip, nose skimming your nose with his again.
âI canât help it. I like you. I like you so fucking much, Y/N.â He confessed softly.
âThen do it again. Like you mean it this time.â You requested. Before you knew it he grabbed your face and kissed your deeply. The hunger of it was making you weak in the knees. Your tongues tangled as you guided his hands down your waist, hips, and finally to the bottom of your skirt.
âYeah? Can I?â
âPlease.â You insisted and he slid them up under the fabric to feel your underwear-covered butt. He kneaded your cheeks in his big, warm palms, squeezing the fleshy bits fervently and feeling you up, pressing you up against his growing erection.
âI want you. I want you so fucking bad.â He breathed into your mouth.
âMe too.â You panted as you looped your arms around his neck, âShould we go up to my room?â
âAre you sure?â He asked once more through his ragged breaths. You kissed his slowly and nodded into it.
âIâm so fucking sure.â You confirmed breathlessly and he kissed you deeply again before you guided him up the stairs and into your bedroom. You threw the door back and you two immediately started undressing.
You didnât care to make it all that romantic, especially with how tipsy you both were, you guys just wanted to feel each other. So as soon as you were naked you guys fell into your bed and he kissed from your lips down your body. He didnât waste an opportunity to inhale your perfume before sinking down to your breasts and sucking at your needy nipples while his fingers rubbed precise little circles into your throbbing little clit with no preamble. You were grateful he got straight to it because you were desperate for any stimulation.
âYouâre so fucking wet fâme, baby.â He hummed before nipping at your sensitive nipple once more and you whimpered, âIs that how bad you want me?â He asked.
âYes! Yes, I want you so bad!â You whined as he pulled and sucked at your breasts with more force. You winced and whined as he sucked marks into the tender flesh of them to his satisfaction and your own. Before long you started to feel that familiar warmth swirling in the put of your stomach from his fingers on your clit. âYeah H, just like that!â You cried into the air as he swirled around the sensitive little button over and over until your vision started to blur with your approaching orgasm.Â
His lips kissed down your abdomen and finally he ended up between your legs and licked at you expertly and you mewled in satisfaction. His tongue replaced his fingers and flicked at your needy little bud while one of his fingers plunged into the depths of you, searching around for your spot. When your legs startled to tremble around his head, attempting to lock him in place he knew you were close. And just seconds later he pulled an orgasm from you with ease and snuck in another finger in, this caused you to gasp and tense up before you just melted into your bed. He was just hitting the perfect spot with his fingertips, rubbing into a part of you that was making your pussy flutter in a way it never had before and you felt another orgasm unexpectedly building up.
âYes! Yes, baby! I-Iâm coming!â You gasped and he moaned into your pussy as he tarted to suck on your clit and you began to whither around his thick, lock digits. You were covered in goosebumps as the pleasure started to roll through your body in wonderfully timed waves that allowed you to enjoy his persistent stimulation into your greedy little cunt. Even this wasnât enough. You were trembling but begging for more. âPlease, I need you. I need more.â You panted in your impaired state.
âDonât have a condom, love.â He chuckled against your smooth and sticky folds.
âJust pull out.â You panted as you raked your fingers into his hair and he groaned against you.
âDonât tempt me, baby.â He chuckled and you bit your lip and tugged him up by the hair until his eyes met yours.
âIâm serious.â You assured him as you swallowed thickly, âPlease baby, need you to fuck me. Need you to fuck me so good I forget everything except you.â You panted and he licked over his lips with a near pained expression.
â Baby-â
âPlease, H. Please, give it tâme. Want you so badly, it hurts, thatâs how bad I need you.â You begged and he groaned as he caved to your request with a deep and sloppy kiss. You knew he was painfully hard as well. As much as you wanted a taste of him, youâd much rather feel his big, thick cock spreading you open and splitting you apart.
âYâsure?â He panted as he hovered above you.
âIâm so sure, baby. So sure.â You assured him as he glanced up at you and before you knew it he was kneeling over you as you helped him out of his boxer-briefs, wrapping his thick length in your palm the moment it fell out of its constraint.
âShit, a little tighter.â He mumbled and you tightened your grip around him and stroked him over and over, up and down, keeping him at full mast. âThatâs it. Jusâlike that.â He sighed in relief. You could feel the sticky texture of his precome when youâd reach the tip and drag it down his length. After a few moment of this he lowered his hips and settled against your hot and drenched folds, immediately the wet squelching sounds of him sliding through your labia became the most prominent sound between you two. âSo fucking wet fâme. Shit, you want my cock so bad, donât you?â He panted and you nodded and whined, âSay it. Say you want my cock in that pretty little pussy and Iâll fuck you with it. Stretch open that tight little hole, make it all mine.â He breathed into the minimal space between you two.
âPlease, H.â You panted, âI need your cock. Need to feel you spreading my tight little hole open.â You pleaded, tearful eyes meeting his and he groaned and leaned down, squeezing his eyes shut as he kissed you for a few seconds before he guided himself down to your entrance and fed the tip into your weepy little hold. âOh fuck!â You gasped softly as he started to push in and he moaned as he felt you start to stretch around him.
âYou can take it. I know you can, baby.â He panted as his eyes met your wide eyes again. You nodded in confirmation for him to keep going and he pushed in further, splitting you open until your eyes just fluttered shut until he was bottoming out and sheathed fully in the warmth of your wet and velvety walls.
You swore his tip was poking into your stomach from how deep he was. Youâd never felt so full before, you were paralyzed for a few moments. He was big and thick, you swore it wiped out part of your brain when he started to grind into you. The thick, ruddy tip of his cock was prodding into your g-spot, causing your mind to blank and for your body to shiver with an abundance of pleasure. You were getting more drunk on his dick and even the way he was grinning down at you as you let out the most obscene moans was feeding your pleasure.
âShit, you take it so wellâŚfuck, love to see that tight little hole stretching wide around my cock, baby. Yâfeel so fucking goodâŚso fucking tight and wet fâme.â He groaned as he thrusted in and out, watching your little hole puckering around his thick cock. He moaned every time he pulled back, watching your creamy arousal streaking down his shaft with each deep plunge into your needy little pussy. He moaned and spat against your folds before rubbing his thumb into your clit and you shuddered.
âYes, baby! Thatâs it!â You mewled as you grabbed your breasts, pinching at your nipples, helping him draw you up the edge of your orgasm. Harry was panting, feeling his balls thwacking against your ass had his mind going fuzzy with excitement.Â
âFuckâŚfuuuuck, youâre gonna make me come so fucking hard!â He chuckled breathily, head thrown back as he delivered sharp and powerful thrusts into you, over and over, living for the feeling of his tip colliding into the depths of you.
âOh fuckâŚfuck! IâmâŚohmygodIâmcoming!â You slurred and he smiled as you started to whither beautifully. Your back arched up, nipples pointed straight towards the ceiling as you trembled and soaked his cock with a soft squirt from how deep he was getting. Your ears were ringing and you were seeing white behind your closed eyelids but he wasnât letting up until you got through the whole thing. You could hear him moaning and struggling to keep it together as he thrust in and out of you. Your walls pulsed around his cock hard and fast with your slick coated all over his thick length, causing him to lose some control over his movements. You were covered in goosebumps, shivering as you continued to come hard around him.
âShit, baby! Shit!â He gasped as he started thrusting erratically, losing the steady rhythm he had maintained until now.
âCome for me, H. Come for me, baby.â You encouraged him and he pulled out quickly and you wrapped your hand around his length and he thrust into your perfectly tight grip a few times until his breath hitched and he groaned when you felt the first spurt of his hot, milky cum right over your pubic bone. He moaned lowly as he started to unload all over your already sticky pussy. You guided him between your swollen and sensitive folds, letting him thrust against you as he spilled all over your swollen pussy with his cum. His body was trembling as you rubbed at his bicep until he minimized the space between you and caught your lips with his. âMmmâŚfuckâŚâ he hummed and you smiled
âGood?â
âSo fucking good.â He panted breathily and you pecked his lips quickly. âWas it good for you?â He asked and you nodded.
âYeah, H. More than.â You assured and he smiled before kissing you again.
âGood, love.â He whispered before resting his weight on one elbow before kissing you deep and slow. He took his time tasting you properly and only pulled away when you both needed to breathe, âJut as things shouldâve been from the start.â He hummed and you kissed his lips quickly.
âWeâre here now, yeah?â You asked quietly and he smiled and nodded.
âYeah.â He hummed, âSo, does this mean we can give us a real chance?â He asked as his fingers found yours and you nodded and smiled as he bought your hand up to his mouth and kissed it.
âIâd love that, Harry.â You assured him and he smiled brightly at you.
âThank you for giving me another chance after the stunt I pulled before.â He said more seriously.
âI like you too much not to.â You said with a small smile and he smiled and kissed you once more.Â
âWell I assure you, thereâs far more making up I plan on doingâŚâ He smirked and you bit your lip excitedly, âJust you wait.â
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A MonĂŠgasque Story (Part 4) - Charles Leclerc
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4
Summary of the series - Y/n is Charles' best friend little sister. They grew up together but haven't seen each other's for years. Their relationship seems to take a different turn when Charles stay at her's and her brother's.
Warning - Both Y/n's and Charles' POV, Fem reader, Both Charles and Y/n speaking French (translated) tension, tooth rotting fluff, three years age gap, mature content, 18+, brother's best friend, friends to lovers, she felt first he felt harder...
Disclaimer: I'm French and my English is NOT perfect â ď¸ Please don't stole or repost my stories on any other sites. Btw reblogs are more then welcomed.
The party yesterday shit faced me. Less than the last time i guess, but i still had a pretty hard time waking up.
We got home late and i had maximum 4 hours of sleep. So yeah, this is fun.
I push the sheets away with very little motivation, and head to the bathroom.
I cross my reflection in the mirror, and huff. I wash my face and tie my hair trying to look more alive and less zombie like before opening my bedroom door.
I make my way to the kitchen, directly greeted by the sight of Charles looking all freshened up, ready to attack the day as if his night before has consisted in sipping an infusion and going to bed at 7pm with cucumbers slices on his pretty eyes and a waves song audio in the background.
I stop dead in my track, eyeing him up and down. Heâs standing by the kitchen sink, filling his water bottle in a workout outfit. I donât know if i should hate him or be inspired.
He smiles when he sees me entering the room, âhi loveâ I give him a quick hug before making my way to the fridge.
âAre you really going to work out this early ?â I ask him taking the apple juice bottle before turning back to him.
He look down at his watch laughing, âItâs tenâ.
I sight âThatâs what im saying, itâs too early to do any type of exercise.â
He close his water bottle and get closer to the counter where im standing âWell, i didnât really trained since im here and all we do is eat and drink. Andrea is going to kill me. And even if im on holiday,â he says through quoted fingers âI still need to do work out and stuff, i donât have time messing around.â
I chuckle, âOk Tianaâ He furrowed his eyes brows for a second before rolling his eyes. âYour reference are frighteningâ He snickers back.
I laugh, putting my hands under my chin in a âim proud of itâ way before passing by him again âWell have fun, im going to go back to sleep.â
He quickly grab my wrist to spin me around. I look up, to him shocking his head, all smug. âNot so fast, youâre coming with me.â
I look down at his hand still securely wrapped up around my wrist, then back at him. âI think youâre mistaking, you enjoy thoâ I free my hand from him and start making my way out, but once again he spins me around.
âDonât let spinning people around become an habit, most people donât like being manhandled you know.â I laugh. He shrug my comment âIf you come with me i promise to give you a massage when we came back.â He says way too confidently.
I frown, i wasnât quite ready for him to say something like that, but itâs not obvious enough for him caught up on it. âWhat ?â i say in disbelief, needing to hear it once again just to be sure that i got it right.
âIf you run with me, i promise to give you a massage when we get home.â He repeats, still as confidently as before. Not a bit of doubt transpiring from his face.
Itâs tempting, but im not sure having someone youâre attracted too, with their hands on you, caressing your skin is the best idea. But at the same time, who in their right minds would say no to a massage.
âOk im comingâ I say fastening my way to my bedroom to get ready. I hear him laugh as i close my bedroom door.
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I feel like im going to faint, thereâs no blood in my head anymore.
The sun is too bright, the air too hot and i donât feel my legs anymore.
I come to a stop on the side walk. Immediately gripping my knees with my hands trying to steady myself and get my breathing back to normal.
I see Charles turn around, making his way back to me while laughing.
I so want to sweep his little smug expression out of his face right now.
âAre you trying to kill me ? Donât laugh, im serious. Are trying to kill the shit out of me ?â I pants looking down, afraid that if I look up for too long I might puke.
âI canât even breath anymore.â I state sitting down. Well actually more like dropping myself on the ground. My legs are not capable of holding me anymore.
âDonât sit on the ground itâs dirty.â I hear Charles say as heâs already helping me up.
He put his arms around me and his lips to my ear âWeâre good for today. You did not gave up, Iâm proud of you" He compliment ms as we start walking back.
Before I know what im doing, my face broke into a big smile. âIm proud of you.â
âI donât know how you do it.â I say in a giggle genuinely in disbelief. He laugh out, his hand flexing on my side.
âForce of habits i guess, but if itâs something you want to try, I could train you. Iâll be gentle I promise.
I look up, smiling tiredly at him. âWeâre gonna see, Iâll think about it.â
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Raphael was heading to work when we got home. Which means that he most likely wonât be home before at least 3pm.
I directly hoped in the shower. Iâve never felt so dirty in my entire life. Charles took Raphaelâs bathroom so we could be as efficient as possible.
I got out first, so i started making some quick lunch. I bend down to get something from the frizzer when i hear the sound of Raphael door closing. I look up, just in time to catch a glance of Charlesâ dripping muscular body. Heâs only dressed in a white towel handing really low on his hips, low enough for me to see some hair stick out of the towel.
If i had no self respect i would be drooling right now.
I clear my throat and turn around, busying myself.
Charles came back in the kitchen. This time dressed. His hair are still kind of wet, but itâs gonna dry up pretty quickly anyways.
Imagine you wash your hair, it doesnât even take you that much time, and then they dry alone and looking good. Life is unfair.
âWhat are we making ?â he ask smiling at me, waking me up of my daydreaming about pretty hair.
I show him the basilic in my hand âI was thinking making some pasta and homemade pesto. how does that sound ?â
He smile immediately making his way toward the cabinet to grab the pasta. âThat sound perfect.â
So thatâs what we did, it took us maybe 25 minutes, Charles cooked the pasta and i made the sauce.
Heâs literally the worst sous chef i ever had, heâs so distracting and unserious. He spend his time joking around trying to tickle me. But ironically enough he is also so attentive and always asking if i need something.
Charles hand gaze my arm as he take the Parmesan on the wood board beside me. When i look up at him, Iâm greeted with a shy smile before he quickly moves away.
Once he is done dressing the plate, he carry my plate to the dinning table. I tried to take it from him but he insisted.
He set the table when the pasta were cooking. And he even through of putting some extra cheese in a little bowl for me, knowing how much i like it.
He is pissing me off so much right now. He makes it super hard not to want him.
He takes a mouthful of pasta, his expression unreadable, before laughing out loud.
I giggle, âWhatâs up with you ?â
âIm so sorry. The pasta are still a bit uncockedâ he let out. His shy smile back on his lips.
âLetâs seeâ I smile back and take a bite, surprised to find a slight crisp under my teeth.
l laugh, making Charles do the same âthey are not al dente, they are croquanteâ he says, his shoulders deeping with how hard heâs laughing.
In reality, it wasnât that bad and it was still really good.
We eat, while discussing about what our favorite types of music, artists and others stuff.
Since we got home, neither of us mentioned anything about the massage thingy. And I donât want to be the one to bring it up. Plus, Im not hundred percent sure if itâs a good idea since you knowâŚ
We clean up everything, putting the extra food in a tupperware and doing the dishes. Not without Charles shaking his wet hands in my direction instead of drying them. He is a child.
âAre you ready for your massage appointment ?â he ask me with a grin already walking in direction of his room.
My eyes widen, thinking he had forgotten about that. I fasten my pace behind him âOh Charles itâs ok really you donât have tooâ i let out quickly.
He turns around shrugging me off âNo, you run with me and you gave it all you could, you deserve it. Plus i promised.â He says opening his bedroom door.
âStay here im going to go search for some towelsâ he let out before entering the bathroom next door. He comes back a second later with a big towel, a littler one and my bottle of body oil that was on the counter. âIs it ok if i use this ?â He ask, showing me the bottle.
âSureâ I say sending a smile his way. âUm, how are we going to do this exactly ?â I question looking around.
âWell i was thinking putting that right hereâŚâ He says installing the large towel flat on his bed.
"And I donât know, I guess the easiest would be for you to put on a bathing suits and then put that," he show me the littler towel "on your bum so you have more coverage." he explained way too relaxed.
âI um, yeah im gonna go change.â I let him know quickly before exiting the room. What the fuck im i doing right now ?
I close my bedroom door and choose a swimsuit. One that is not too revealing but at the same time that show enough skin for him to be able to massage me comfortably. I make my way back to Charlesâ room, feeling really little dressed. God this is so weird.
When i get in, Charles is sitting on the bed, his phone in hands. He looks up when he hears me. âYouâre ready ?â He ask, getting up.
I nod, trying to play it cool, but in reality im pissing myself. I lay on my belly where the large towel is, and put the little one on my butt quickly.
Charles put some instrumental music on, before taking the oil bottle from the nightstand.
âCan i untie your top ? It will be easier to access if itâs off.â
âUm sure.â I say, trying to get comfortable and chase every inappropriate throughs going on and on in my head.
I feel his fingers gaze my skin and my top going lose. I breathe in, preparing myself for whatâs to come.
His hands delicately starts to spread out the oil all around my back, getting really shy as he got closer to my lower back then quickly coming up.
It feels so good, but I almost want to laugh at how afraid he is to touch me. Heâs brushing his fingertips against my skin as if i would crumble into pieces if he putted more forcefulness in his mouvements.
He starts gently massaging the skin around my spine with his thumbs, making some up and down mouvement, before putting his palms flat on my lower back and pushing them up with a little more energy.
I exhale out, not so quietly. It feels so relaxing i cannot.
He lets out a giggle âWhat ?â I ask, turning my face slightly on the bed so i can glance at him.
âDoes it feels good ?â He whispers. I close my eyes readjusting my head on the mattress, and answer sleepily âSo good.â
To be continuedâŚ
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A MonĂŠgasque Story ( Part 1 ) - Charles Leclerc
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3
Summary of the series - Y/n is Charles' best friend little sister. They grew up together but haven't seen each other's for years. Their relationship seems to take a different turn when Charles stay at herâs and her brother's.
Warning - Both Y/n's and Charles' POV, Fem reader, Both Charles and Y/n speaking French (translated) tension, tooth rotting fluff, three years age gap, mature content, 18+, brother's best friend, friends to lovers, she felt first he felt harder...
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Here I am, laying on my best friend's parents couch after spending the last 24 hours doing exactly that plus dealing with a massive hungover.
My flight landed in Monaco three days ago, and since that, Giselle and I have been glued to each other.
We didn't get to see each other much lately, I've been so busy with my finals. And with us living in different places, Giselle in London, and me in Paris, it's complicated to match our plannings.
I called her the very moment after landing, which quickly resulted to her proposing to celebrate the start of summer break (get drunk) with our friends. And that's exactly what we did. Wish resulted to our current state.
She hand me a cup of tea for the third time this afternoon, as we're desperately trying to find a place to spend the other half of our vacation.
I sit up and slightly roll up the sleeves of my cardigan before taking the cup. "Why don't we stay simple ? I think Italy would be the perfect place. It's sunny, the food is delicious, and the men are too..." I propose, a teasing smile dancing on my lips.
She laugh and shook her head lightly. "the men part does not work as an argument for me."
I meet her gaze, a knowing expression plastered on my face. "fair enough. Although I'm kind of up for a summer flying. You know, get to think about something else than work !"
"Can't relate, I never think about work." Giselle say calmly bringing her cup to her lips. I let out a laugh at her statement.
My phone suddenly start going off. I bend over to grab it from the coffee table, trying my best not to fall off the couch.
I unlock my phone, and quickly glance at the text conversation between my brother and I.
He was asking at what time I plan to get home. I quickly tap an answer before putting my phone back down.
Two empty cups and equal number of unread messages from Raphael later. Im finally standing at the front door.
"Text me when you're home !" Gisele shout from the kitchen. "yup." I answer loudly enough for her to hear before closing the door behind me.
I live in Paris since I started college, and even if I fly back to Monte Carlos often, I still miss it here.
My parents sold out our family home two years ago, since we weren't living with them anymore. Plus, they were always talking about traveling around the world just the two of them, and how exciting it will be to have this adventure for their marriage.
Even if it broke my heart to say goodbye to this house, that hold so many of my childhood memories, im really happy for them. So now, when im back in town, I usually go to my brother's.
It take me less than 15 minutes to walk there, as I enjoy the view of the sun starting set slowly. I missed it so much. One of the thing I love the most about Monaco is how little it is, you can literally walk everywhere. Ironically enough, it's also what I hated the most about living here when I was a teenager, it seemed like my world was so little. Now I found peace in coming back here, it seems like time stop for a moment.
Once at the flat, I close the front door behind me and drop my bag on the couch.
The windows are open, letting a soft breeze dance between the sheers as the golden light from the now lot lower sun fill the living room.
I sat down on the couch, and send a quick message to Giselle to tell her I got home safe, Knowing that if I forget, she's going to come see for herself. She can be such a drama queen sometimes, and I love her for that.
I make my way toward my bedroom wanting only one thing, take a long hot shower. But as i pass the guest room a voice catch my attention.
I furrow my eyes brow as hear someone speak but it's not my brother. It sound familiar but I can't seem to remember where I heard it.
I push the door open, and my eyes directly fall on a pair of green ones. I frown, not only they seem familiar but I know exactly who own them.
And just like that, everything stop. I dive deeply into them, my breath become shorter and my mind goes back where my teenager heart installed itself years ago.
7 years earlier :
I am on the porch of my family house sitting on the staircase, my back against the gate. Observing my brother and his friends playing basket in our garden, a book with the world cheesiest cover in my hand. I was mesmerized by it, it was my first romance book ever and it made me dream of something I didn't know I wanted. Love.
As my eye travel between the pages I can't repress the big smile of pure euphoria off of my fifteen years old face.
I only detached my curious eyes off the words when I see a shadow approach. I quickly shut the book and look up, only to see Charles. "Hey."Â I say a little too flustered. "Hey you too, what are you reading ?" he say trying to catch the book in my hand, I try an escape but he take it from my grip with a devious smile.
I wasn't particularly ashamed of reading romance, but definitely ashamed that my crush just caught me reading it, which is so gross.
He look at the cover, with a teasing grin on his perfectly sculptured face.
"Oh I seeeee," I drop my head between my knee and let out an ashamed groan. He giggle, "Stop being so shy, im just teasing you. This is so cute honestly."
"Charles stop I don't want to speak about that with you." I tell him, ready for a hole to open under me and swallow me entirely.
He kneel in front of me, make me raise my head by taking my chin between his hand, caressing it softly. "You know you don't have to be ashamed with me, it's good." He say softly. " It's completely normal for you to find interest in that, everyone do at our age, it's called being a teenager." He laugh lightly, I do too relaxing a little.
"But seriously, if you have any questions whatever it is you can ask me, I will be happy to help you."
I blush, look down then look back up at him again. "thank you Charlie."
"Charles ?" I ask in shock.
I stand there, completely stuck in place. I literally fell my heart beating in every fibers of my skin.
He look so handsome. I take my time to look at him up and down, taking in every changes and details. Don't get me wrong, I watch formula one so I know what he look like. It's just that it's been a while since I've seen him for real.
I finally look back in his eyes, just to discover he was doing the exact same thing I was doing a second ago. He was gazing intently at every curve and part of me, like he was trying to learn every single one of them.
When his beautiful green-ish colored eyes cross my again, smiles broke on both of our faces.Â
"Salut," (hi ) He let out suddenly, His voice holding an inch of hesitation and shyness in it. It's so freaking cute.
I try to contain my smile, still not believing my eyes. "Salut,"
Charles is my brother's best-friend. We grew up together, and for as far as can remember, I always had a crush on him. How could I not.
It has been one sided for the most part. Till 4 years ago when he started to reciprocate, we kind of started something but not so long after, I was leaving for Paris.
Since that, we keep on missing each other. Every time im here he's out of town, and vise versa. We didn't talk during this 4 years. We just kind of got on with our lives.
"Raph m'as pas dit que tu venais. T'es arrivĂŠ quand ?" ( Raph didn't tell me you were coming, when did you get here ? ) I say in disbelief, while going for a quick hug.
"J'ai atterri ce matin. C'ĂŠtait pas prĂŠvu mais je vais ĂŞtre Ă Monaco pour quelles semaines." ( I landed this morning actually. It wasn't planned, but im going to be in Monaco for a couple of weeks.) Charles smile as I pull away, he look at me up and down again. It make me weak in the knees and I fell like somehow he knows it.
As I look away my gaze catch a luggage at the foot of the bed. I look back at Charles in confusion. "You're staying here ?"
Charles nod lightly "Only for a couple of days. I let one of my friend and his girlfriend crash at my place since they are in town for a couple of weeks, and I wasn't supposed to be home for a while."
He's still not taking his eyes off of me, making me melt under his gaze.
He lock eyes with me, not saying anything. I love the way he look at me, he make me fell special. He blush when he realize he was staring.
He clear his throat lightly, "I was one the phone with your brother just before you got here and he's going to be out for a while, something to do with one of the boat."
I nod, "Right, well what do you want to do meanwhile ?" I question.
He smile at me "Viens avec moi, j'ai besoin d'aide pour dĂŠfaire mes bagages." ( Come with me, I need help with unpacking. ) he say his hand delicately going on the small of my back slightly pushing me toward his luggage.
We start to unpack, Charles stand by the drawer, as im siting on the bed passing him his clothes. Catching up on what happened in our lives lately.
"J'ai hâte de la rencontrer, je suis sur quâelle a des super pouvoirs. J'ai jamais vu Raph s'attacher autant Ă quelqu'un avant." ( Im actually quite impatient to meet this girl, im sure she have super powers. I've never seen Raph head over heels over someone before. )
I nod at him smiling at the thought "Il l'est vraiment. Et c'est vrai qu'elle est incroyable" ( Yeah, he really his. And she is pretty amazing I might add.) here he his again looking at me ready to tease me.
"Je suis certain que tu dis pas ça juste parce que c'est ta meilleure amie !"( Im sure you're not saying that because she is your best friend !) I chock my head, a smile on my lips. "Non pas du tout. Toute les personnes qui me frÊquente sont genial" (No I'm not, every person who frequent me are incredible.) I say jokingly.
"Je devrai rester coller a toi alors" ( I should stay as close to you as possible then! ) He state teasingly. I don't know how long he's actually planning on staying but im gonna have a pretty hard time if he continue to say things like that to me. Im already so overwhelmed with emotions and it's only been an hour.
I always thought the silly crush I had on him will stay in my childhood, like something I will think about and be like "how could that happen". but here I am feeling this exact same sensations I was feeling on that porch, like nothing really changed.
Im not naive. I don't expect anything from him. I already kind of experimented how he is when it comes to relationships, and thatâs not attractive to me.
We continue to unpack everything, while he's telling me some behind the scene of formula one. I love listening to him talking about his work, he's so passionate about it and excited to explain every details of it. It's charming.
"So what are you planning to do while youâre in break ?" We moved to his bed, after we finished organizing everything. I sat in front of his lied down body.
"I don't know actually, it's been a while since I've been here for more than two days." He began, stirring up a little. "I think I'm just happy to get to be with you and Raph, so whatever we do is fine by me" the biggest smile made its way on my face. "Thank you for saying that." he smile back "it's true."
He get up to take something out of the front pocket of his travel bag. "Wish made me think, I have something for you." he get back to me with a little package in his hand and give it to me.
I furrow my eyebrows at him as open it, just to see a gorgeous necklace with a little charm dawdling at the end of it. "It's so pretty, but why?" I say locking eyes with him. Im in aww, my literally eyes shining, "I saw it a few months ago when I was in Italy and it made me think of you, so I buy it and since im here I thought it was the perfect occasion to give it to you."
My eyes widened "Slow down a minutes, you buy this months ago ? Did you already knew you we were going to see each other ? I don't understand." I say with a confused expression.
He chock his head, "No I didn't, but I knew I was going to see you at some point, and I wanted to have it then." I blush at his thoughtfulness.
"Thank you so much Charles." I jump in his arms which he immediately respond by squeezing me tightly.
We stay like that just enjoying the warm of our bodies against one another.
Once we pulled away, I sat with my back toward Charles. He pass the necklace in front of me. I take a fistful of my hair, freeing my neck for him.
Once he attached it, I drop the hold on my hair making them fall back on my back. he push them away a little and press a kiss on my shoulder not saying anything. I fell butterflies rise in my stomach.
I turn around locking eyes with him "Thank you." He blush lightly. "You're very welcome love."
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When my brother gets home, Charles and I are sitting on the balcony, enjoying the cooler air.
I love how Monaco fell like a party every single second. From the moment the sun went completely down, thousands of apartments started to light up all around the principality.
We can see people walking down the road all dressed up and ready to have a blast. it's a all mood, and it's magical.
"Y/n you're here." I hear from behind me. I stop my conversation with Charles and sightly twist my upper body on the sofa to look behind me, inside the apartment.
I send a smile in Raphael's direction, as he make his way to us, opening the already ajar glass door.
"Hey, sorry that I took so long." he say, kissing my cheeks to say hello.
He didn't miss the oportunity to ruffle my hair just after, just to piss me off.
If a look could kill, he'll be dead by now.
"Some idiots, rented a yacht and ruined it, I had to deal with all the paper work for the assurance, and the obviously dump tourists, that suddenly couldn't understand anything I was saying." he sight, crossing his arms and leaning against the gate.
My brother own yachts and boats. Well technically "we" do. He had taken upon the family business when our parents moved. He rent them so people can organize parties, weeding... And he also navigate for people who went to visit around.
"Shit." Charles let out from behind me, concern in his voice. "And did you find a solution ?"
"Yeah, well at least I think so, we'll see in the morning." he smile sightly, and focus his attention back on me. "btw Charles is staying with us!"
"Yeah i caught up on that."I snort at my brother, making Charles laugh.
I send a smile in his direction which he is quick to return, with his pretty dimples.
"So, what do you guys want to do tonight ?" I ask looking between the two.
I hate being the one responsable of picking places to go to, because if it's not good or something it's all on me.
Raphael, shrugs "Whatever you and Charles want, im not picky." And it's true, he was incredibly easy to please.
I turn to Charles, he turn to me, smirk, than say the infamous words "whatever you pick is fine by me." This bastard.
"You guys are impossible." I sight.
To be continued...
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A MonĂŠgasque Story (Part 4) - Charles Leclerc
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4
Summary of the series - Y/n is Charles' best friend little sister. They grew up together but haven't seen each other's for years. Their relationship seems to take a different turn when Charles stay at her's and her brother's.
Warning - Both Y/n's and Charles' POV, Fem reader, Both Charles and Y/n speaking French (translated) tension, tooth rotting fluff, three years age gap, mature content, 18+, brother's best friend, friends to lovers, she felt first he felt harder...
Disclaimer: I'm French and my English is NOT perfect â ď¸ Please don't stole or repost my stories on any other sites. Btw reblogs are more then welcomed.
The party yesterday shit faced me. Less than the last time i guess, but i still had a pretty hard time waking up.
We got home late and i had maximum 4 hours of sleep. So yeah, this is fun.
I push the sheets away with very little motivation, and head to the bathroom.
I cross my reflection in the mirror, and huff. I wash my face and tie my hair trying to look more alive and less zombie like before opening my bedroom door.
I make my way to the kitchen, directly greeted by the sight of Charles looking all freshened up, ready to attack the day as if his night before has consisted in sipping an infusion and going to bed at 7pm with cucumbers slices on his pretty eyes and a waves song audio in the background.
I stop dead in my track, eyeing him up and down. Heâs standing by the kitchen sink, filling his water bottle in a workout outfit. I donât know if i should hate him or be inspired.
He smiles when he sees me entering the room, âhi loveâ I give him a quick hug before making my way to the fridge.
âAre you really going to work out this early ?â I ask him taking the apple juice bottle before turning back to him.
He look down at his watch laughing, âItâs tenâ.
I sight âThatâs what im saying, itâs too early to do any type of exercise.â
He close his water bottle and get closer to the counter where im standing âWell, i didnât really trained since im here and all we do is eat and drink. Andrea is going to kill me. And even if im on holiday,â he says through quoted fingers âI still need to do work out and stuff, i donât have time messing around.â
I chuckle, âOk Tianaâ He furrowed his eyes brows for a second before rolling his eyes. âYour reference are frighteningâ He snickers back.
I laugh, putting my hands under my chin in a âim proud of itâ way before passing by him again âWell have fun, im going to go back to sleep.â
He quickly grab my wrist to spin me around. I look up, to him shocking his head, all smug. âNot so fast, youâre coming with me.â
I look down at his hand still securely wrapped up around my wrist, then back at him. âI think youâre mistaking, you enjoy thoâ I free my hand from him and start making my way out, but once again he spins me around.
âDonât let spinning people around become an habit, most people donât like being manhandled you know.â I laugh. He shrug my comment âIf you come with me i promise to give you a massage when we came back.â He says way too confidently.
I frown, i wasnât quite ready for him to say something like that, but itâs not obvious enough for him caught up on it. âWhat ?â i say in disbelief, needing to hear it once again just to be sure that i got it right.
âIf you run with me, i promise to give you a massage when we get home.â He repeats, still as confidently as before. Not a bit of doubt transpiring from his face.
Itâs tempting, but im not sure having someone youâre attracted too, with their hands on you, caressing your skin is the best idea. But at the same time, who in their right minds would say no to a massage.
âOk im comingâ I say fastening my way to my bedroom to get ready. I hear him laugh as i close my bedroom door.
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I feel like im going to faint, thereâs no blood in my head anymore.
The sun is too bright, the air too hot and i donât feel my legs anymore.
I come to a stop on the side walk. Immediately gripping my knees with my hands trying to steady myself and get my breathing back to normal.
I see Charles turn around, making his way back to me while laughing.
I so want to sweep his little smug expression out of his face right now.
âAre you trying to kill me ? Donât laugh, im serious. Are trying to kill the shit out of me ?â I pants looking down, afraid that if I look up for too long I might puke.
âI canât even breath anymore.â I state sitting down. Well actually more like dropping myself on the ground. My legs are not capable of holding me anymore.
âDonât sit on the ground itâs dirty.â I hear Charles say as heâs already helping me up.
He put his arms around me and his lips to my ear âWeâre good for today. You did not gave up, Iâm proud of you" He compliment ms as we start walking back.
Before I know what im doing, my face broke into a big smile. âIm proud of you.â
âI donât know how you do it.â I say in a giggle genuinely in disbelief. He laugh out, his hand flexing on my side.
âForce of habits i guess, but if itâs something you want to try, I could train you. Iâll be gentle I promise.
I look up, smiling tiredly at him. âWeâre gonna see, Iâll think about it.â
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Raphael was heading to work when we got home. Which means that he most likely wonât be home before at least 3pm.
I directly hoped in the shower. Iâve never felt so dirty in my entire life. Charles took Raphaelâs bathroom so we could be as efficient as possible.
I got out first, so i started making some quick lunch. I bend down to get something from the frizzer when i hear the sound of Raphael door closing. I look up, just in time to catch a glance of Charlesâ dripping muscular body. Heâs only dressed in a white towel handing really low on his hips, low enough for me to see some hair stick out of the towel.
If i had no self respect i would be drooling right now.
I clear my throat and turn around, busying myself.
Charles came back in the kitchen. This time dressed. His hair are still kind of wet, but itâs gonna dry up pretty quickly anyways.
Imagine you wash your hair, it doesnât even take you that much time, and then they dry alone and looking good. Life is unfair.
âWhat are we making ?â he ask smiling at me, waking me up of my daydreaming about pretty hair.
I show him the basilic in my hand âI was thinking making some pasta and homemade pesto. how does that sound ?â
He smile immediately making his way toward the cabinet to grab the pasta. âThat sound perfect.â
So thatâs what we did, it took us maybe 25 minutes, Charles cooked the pasta and i made the sauce.
Heâs literally the worst sous chef i ever had, heâs so distracting and unserious. He spend his time joking around trying to tickle me. But ironically enough he is also so attentive and always asking if i need something.
Charles hand gaze my arm as he take the Parmesan on the wood board beside me. When i look up at him, Iâm greeted with a shy smile before he quickly moves away.
Once he is done dressing the plate, he carry my plate to the dinning table. I tried to take it from him but he insisted.
He set the table when the pasta were cooking. And he even through of putting some extra cheese in a little bowl for me, knowing how much i like it.
He is pissing me off so much right now. He makes it super hard not to want him.
He takes a mouthful of pasta, his expression unreadable, before laughing out loud.
I giggle, âWhatâs up with you ?â
âIm so sorry. The pasta are still a bit uncockedâ he let out. His shy smile back on his lips.
âLetâs seeâ I smile back and take a bite, surprised to find a slight crisp under my teeth.
l laugh, making Charles do the same âthey are not al dente, they are croquanteâ he says, his shoulders deeping with how hard heâs laughing.
In reality, it wasnât that bad and it was still really good.
We eat, while discussing about what our favorite types of music, artists and others stuff.
Since we got home, neither of us mentioned anything about the massage thingy. And I donât want to be the one to bring it up. Plus, Im not hundred percent sure if itâs a good idea since you knowâŚ
We clean up everything, putting the extra food in a tupperware and doing the dishes. Not without Charles shaking his wet hands in my direction instead of drying them. He is a child.
âAre you ready for your massage appointment ?â he ask me with a grin already walking in direction of his room.
My eyes widen, thinking he had forgotten about that. I fasten my pace behind him âOh Charles itâs ok really you donât have tooâ i let out quickly.
He turns around shrugging me off âNo, you run with me and you gave it all you could, you deserve it. Plus i promised.â He says opening his bedroom door.
âStay here im going to go search for some towelsâ he let out before entering the bathroom next door. He comes back a second later with a big towel, a littler one and my bottle of body oil that was on the counter. âIs it ok if i use this ?â He ask, showing me the bottle.
âSureâ I say sending a smile his way. âUm, how are we going to do this exactly ?â I question looking around.
âWell i was thinking putting that right hereâŚâ He says installing the large towel flat on his bed.
"And I donât know, I guess the easiest would be for you to put on a bathing suits and then put that," he show me the littler towel "on your bum so you have more coverage." he explained way too relaxed.
âI um, yeah im gonna go change.â I let him know quickly before exiting the room. What the fuck im i doing right now ?
I close my bedroom door and choose a swimsuit. One that is not too revealing but at the same time that show enough skin for him to be able to massage me comfortably. I make my way back to Charlesâ room, feeling really little dressed. God this is so weird.
When i get in, Charles is sitting on the bed, his phone in hands. He looks up when he hears me. âYouâre ready ?â He ask, getting up.
I nod, trying to play it cool, but in reality im pissing myself. I lay on my belly where the large towel is, and put the little one on my butt quickly.
Charles put some instrumental music on, before taking the oil bottle from the nightstand.
âCan i untie your top ? It will be easier to access if itâs off.â
âUm sure.â I say, trying to get comfortable and chase every inappropriate throughs going on and on in my head.
I feel his fingers gaze my skin and my top going lose. I breathe in, preparing myself for whatâs to come.
His hands delicately starts to spread out the oil all around my back, getting really shy as he got closer to my lower back then quickly coming up.
It feels so good, but I almost want to laugh at how afraid he is to touch me. Heâs brushing his fingertips against my skin as if i would crumble into pieces if he putted more forcefulness in his mouvements.
He starts gently massaging the skin around my spine with his thumbs, making some up and down mouvement, before putting his palms flat on my lower back and pushing them up with a little more energy.
I exhale out, not so quietly. It feels so relaxing i cannot.
He lets out a giggle âWhat ?â I ask, turning my face slightly on the bed so i can glance at him.
âDoes it feels good ?â He whispers. I close my eyes readjusting my head on the mattress, and answer sleepily âSo good.â
To be continuedâŚ
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