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tragedybread-f1 · 2 years

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Dreams

Warnings: smut, fingering ;)

Wicked hands.

Wet tongue.

Body aching, pulsing, throbbing.

The erotic images jolted Mackenzie Wade out of an already agitated sleep. Outside her rambling old ranch house, the wind howled, slapped against the shingles of the ancient roof and shook the wal s with a ferocity that had her heart pounding faster. Rain slid over the windowpanes, leaving wet streaks on the glass, and the ominous rumbling of thunder and white flashes of lightning were a startling combination of light and dark, silence and chaos.

She hated storms. When she was a kid, the arrival of a thunderstorm would send her running into her older sister’s bedroom, where she’d burrow under the covers with Alice, shut her eyes and wait for the powerful display of nature to subside.

Nowadays she didn’t cower. Tonight’s storm was violent, but it wasn’t what woke her. Oh no. The carnal vision was responsible for that.

It wasn’t a vision.

She said the words in her head a few times, hoping the repetition would convince her wired brain the images that had just flashed through it were not of the psychic variety. But both mind and body refused to accept it.

The physical symptoms were there—dizziness, numbness in her fingers and toes, the burning in her temples that was neither painful nor pleasant. Her brain also showed signs of extrasensory activity. She could practical y feel it humming, synapses and neurotransmitters crackling and hissing.

It wasn’t a vision.

With a sigh, she hopped out of bed and headed for the door. The hardwood floor under her bare feet was icy, prompting her to slip into a pair of thick wool socks before descending the stairs and heading for the kitchen.

She brewed herself a cup of herbal tea and leaned against the large cedar work island in the middle of the country-style room.

Warm lips dragging over fevered flesh…

“No,” she whispered.

It was too late. Her body reacted instantly. Nipples hardened into tight peaks, thighs trembled, stomach clenched. For God’s sake. It wasn’t like she was hard up for sex or anything. She’d only broken up with Dan a couple of weeks ago. Her body shouldn’t be this hungry.

Just a dream, she told herself. Because no way would she have had a vision about Charles Leclerc.

Charles, for God’s sake. Her best friend. The one man in her life she’d always been able to count on. He was the broad shoulder she leaned on, the ear she whispered her secrets into, the arms that caught her when she fel . He wasn’t the man she’d envisioned having wild animal sex with. He couldn’t be.

Even after years of living with this gift—and she used the term loosely—she stil wasn’t entirely sure how it worked. The images came and went.

Sometimes a mundane detail, like the image of Amy, the owner of the bakery, burning a rack of brownies.

Other times the images were more troubling. A car accident, her neighbor Mrs. Walkey breaking her back, a death. Visions of the future and always the future of others—she’d never seen herself in a vision.

Which meant that it had al been a dream. A figment of her imagination. She’d only imagined her naked body sprawled across cool white sheets, devoured by Charle ’s talented mouth and eager hands.

Only imagined the delicious stretching of her body as his thick cock penetrated her, thrust into her, drove her over the edge.

A dream.

A wicked dream that wasn’t going to come true.

Especial y not tonight.

She sipped her tea, the hot liquid warming her insides. The storm continued to rage, the wind shrieked, the rain pounded.

The pounding grew louder. It took a moment to realize that it wasn’t the rain after all. Someone was knocking on the door.

Wariness climbed up her throat like a vine. She’d taken two steps toward the kitchen doorway when her eyesight blurred. Temples throbbed. Light-headed.

Numb.

Long fingers gripping her ass, digging into her flesh.

Hot mouth clasping over a rigid nipple.

I want you, Mackenzie. Now. Always.

She swal owed hard. What was happening? She couldn’t shut out the mental assault, the seductive images prickling at her mind like dozens of little bee stings.

The knocking grew incessant.

Sucking in a breath, she walked to the front door and reached for the knob. Her fingers froze over the metal as a rush of heat suddenly torpedoed into her and settled between her legs.

“Who’s there?” she cal ed shakily.

“Mac, open up. I’m getting drenched out here.” Droplets of rain sprinkling onto her lips.

Tongues tangling.

No. Oh God, no.

“Let me in, Mackenzie.”

She slowly opened the door then stepped aside as a very wet Charles pushed his way inside.

“What are you doing here?” she blurted. “It’s past midnight. And in case you hadn’t noticed, there’s a hurricane out there.”

“Thunderstorm,” he corrected. “It was a bitch driving al the way out here from Coronado in this rain, but I needed to see you.”

Her mouth grew dry. “Why? What’s so important that you risked getting into a car accident over?”

“I think you know.”

Four words. Smoky with seduction and shrouded with erotic promise.

This couldn’t be happening.

And yet everything about the situation, everything about him, spoke otherwise.

His dark eyes glimmered with passion. His sensual mouth was set in a firm line, his defined jaw tight, as if he’d come here prepared for her to fight him. She’d never seen Charles like this before. Raw masculinity seemed to ooze out of his pores. It teased her, taunted at her, wrapped around her like a lover’s touch and caused every nerve in her body to tingle.

He shrugged out of his navy blue windbreaker and tossed it on the wooden bench next to the front door.

Next he kicked off his boots. Drops of rain slid from his dark hair, down his rugged face and dripped onto the floor.

He strode into the living room without invitation. Not that he needed one. Charles had always been welcome in her home and he was there often, fil ing the house with his comforting presence.

Tonight she wasn’t comforted. Tonight his presence was…different. Masculine. Passionate. Dangerous.

“It’s time we talked about what happened last week,” he said in that rough voice of his.

She gulped. “Nothing happened last week.” Darn it, why did he have to bring it up? She’d hoped that during the past seven days, while he’d been traipsing around in the jungle, he might have forgotten about it.

He tilted his head, those bottomless dark eyes piercing right through the lie and glittering with piercing right through the lie and glittering with chal enge. “I beg to differ.”

He moved closer and the spicy scent of his aftershave wafted into her nostrils. She inhaled it, nearly keeling over backwards as the sexy aroma surrounded her and grasped her senses. God, he smel ed good.

“You kissed me,” he said gruffly.

“It was a mistake.”

“We both know that’s not true.” Another step toward her. “Do you know that this past week has been torture for me? You kissed me, Mac, and the next morning I had to get on a chopper to the track, without getting the chance to talk to you about it.” He visibly swal owed.

“The entire time I was gone, I was thinking of you.

Aching for you. So don’t try to shrug it off, or cal it a mistake. Because we both know it wasn’t.” Warm hands cupping her breasts.

A pinch to her nipples.

Pain.

Pleasure.

Her thighs squeezed together and a gasp escaped her lips.

He was at her side in an instant, stroking her temples with his long fingers. “Hey, you all right?”

“I’m fine,” she squeezed out.

“What did you see?”

Damn it, why did he have to know her so wel ? She wished she’d never confided in him about the visions.

Past experience told her that most people didn’t understand the visions. Hel , she didn’t understand them either.

What she did understand was that it scared people.

Men, especialy. Her former boyfriends had never seemed to be able to handle the visions. They fled the moment a particularly upsetting one hit her, looking at her like she was the angel of death or something.

Though they vehemently denied it, claiming they were dumping her for an entirely different reason, she knew they considered her a freak.

And hel , sometimes she didn’t blame them.

Sometimes, usual y after seeing the death of someone she knew, she felt like a freak.

“What did you see?” Charles repeated.

Their gazes col ided and the fire she saw in his eyes sucked the breath out of her lungs like a vacuum.

He was so sexy. Magnetic eyes, chiseled features, and a sexy body that looked way too good in a pair of faded jeans and a snug T-shirt. His job as a Formula 1 driver assured that he always stayed in shape, hard, sleek, and muscled. He was the best-looking man she’d ever known, and the one man she’d never allowed herself to get involved with. Her lovers never stayed in her life long. Her best friend, on the other hand? Well , he was always by her side.

But would he remain there if he knew her intimately? If they shared a bed, if she woke him up from sleep with her screams and tears after a nasty vision? Not to mention her complete inability to lose control in the bedroom. She wasn’t one to give in to self-pity, but when it came to relationships, she was a mess. A freak.

And it would crush her, losing her best friend just because she’d been foolish enough to fuck him.

“Either we talk about what you saw, or we talk about the kiss.” Charles brows were drawn together in a frown.

“Your choice, Mac.”

Neither. She wanted to talk about neither.

She edged toward the oversized leather sofa, hoping he’d take her silence and attempt at creating distance between them as a sign to back off. But the words back off were not part of his vocabulary and he only stepped closer, so that she was trapped between his big, hard body and the arm of the couch.

“Why did you kiss me?” he asked roughly.

She found the courage to meet his gaze. “I was upset about the break-up with Dan. And drunk. Very, very drunk. I…wasn’t thinking.”

He didn’t answer for a long while. So long that she didn’t think he would even reply. And she was right.

He didn’t reply. Instead, he grasped her chin with his hands and then his mouth covered hers.

The kiss was scarier than the vision. The kiss was real.

She was helpless to fight it, though the relentless ache between her legs wouldn’t have let her fight anyway. Charles hot mouth rubbed over hers in a slow kiss, his lips firm but deliciously soft, his fingers warm against her cheeks. He deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue between her lips. He sought out her tongue and swirled over it, the taste of him assaulting her senses and making her knees wobble.

He immediately slid one hand to her waist to hold her steady, curling his fingers over her hip, his touch searing through the cotton material of her nightshirt and scorching her skin.

She couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Al she was capable of doing was sagging into his hard chest and drowning in those intoxicating lips of his.

The kiss grew harder, greedy, almost frantic. He licked her bottom lip then sucked it hard into his mouth, eliciting a whimper from deep in her chest.

And his tongue…it was too demanding, too precise as it flicked over hers, thrust in and out of her mouth, mimicking what she knew he wanted to do to her with his cock.

Fire consumed her body, growing hotter and stronger when he shoved one hard thigh between her legs and ground against her throbbing core. The long ridge of his cock pressed into her mound. She could feel him pulsing, swel ing, and the thought of having al that hard, male flesh deep inside her made her gasp with pleasure.

“I want you, Mackenzie,” he murmured against her trembling lips. “Now. Always.”

The words swiftly jolted her back to reality. She stumbled back, nearly tripping over the couch before regaining her equilibrium. She blinked wildly, trying not to look at his flushed face, the wild lust glimmering in his black eyes. This was Charles . Her best friend since she was five years old. For God’s sake, she couldn’t fal into bed with him, no matter how incredible a kisser he was, no matter how much her body shouted for her to do it.

“We can’t,” she managed, her voice sounding too desperate to her ears.

“We can,” he corrected.

Before she could move farther away, he pulled ed her against him again and cupped her ass, pushing his pelvis into her so she could feel his unmistakable erection. He dipped his head, his lips hovering over her ear, his hot breath fanning over her skin. “You’ve been doing this to me from the moment I met you, Mac.”

“Charles—”

“Don’t.” His breath tickled her earlobe. “Don’t make excuses, or give me reasons why we can’t do this. I’ve stood patiently on the sidelines for years, watched you date other drivers, waited for you to see what’s in front of you. But I’m tired of waiting.” She swallowed back a moan as he took her earlobe into his mouth and suckled on it. Heart thudding against her ribcage, she wondered how it would feel having Charles suckle other parts of her body.

Her nipples instantly hardened. Her clit swelled.

“You opened the door to this when you kissed me at the party,” he continued huskily. “And if I didn’t think you wanted it, I’d turn around and walk out the door right now. But you want it, Mac. You want it very, very badly.” She lifted her head and looked into his eyes. She’d never seen him like this, so damn sure of himself, so cocky. God help her, but she liked it. And from the look on his sexy face, he knew it. She’d spil ed so many secrets to this man. She didn’t have many girlfriends, and sharing her deepest darkest fantasies with Charles , her closest friend, hadn’t seemed wrong at the time. Now it unnerved her, the knowledge that he knew precisely what she wanted from a lover.

He dragged his index finger along the seam of her lips and rotated his hips, his erection rubbing over the thin boxer shorts she’d worn to bed.

“You’re turned on, aren’t you?” he whispered.

The word “yes” slipped out before she could stop it.

A faint smile tugged at his sensual mouth. “Maybe we should do something about that.”

“You’re my best friend,” she squeaked.

“Not tonight.” He gave a decisive nod, punctuated by another thrust of his groin. “Tonight I’m not your friend, Mac. Tonight I’m the man who’s going to fuck you senseless.”

She moaned.

He merely smiled again, before his eyes narrowed and his features grew taut. “Last chance, Mac. If you want me to leave, say the word. If not, then you can’t fight this any longer.” He cocked his head, dark eyes cloudy with both anticipation and chal enge. “What’l it be?”

She swal owed. A part of her wanted to tel him to go, leave before things got out of hand. Another part of her realized that it was too late. This was already out of hand, and the only thing to do now was ride it out.

“Stay,” she murmured.

“Very good decision.”

He kissed her again, and this time she responded with fervor. As their tongues tangled, she couldn’t fight that wave of disbelief flooding through her, the voice that kept reminding her who she was playing tonsil hockey with at the moment. It was surreal, kissing Charles .

Surreal and yet so incredible she didn’t think she’d ever get enough.

Outside, the rain continued to pour from the sky, slapping into the house and causing the wal s to shudder as violently as her body. The sound of the pounding rain matched the pounding of her heart, the howl of the wind echoed the desire howling through her body.

She groaned in disappointment when Charles broke the kiss, but he ignored the protest and lifted her up into his arms. At five-eight, she could hardly be considered petite, but Charles made her feel as light as a feather as he carried her up the stairs and across the dark hallway toward her bedroom.

He deposited her on the bed, placed her on the already tangled sheets and shot her a pointed look.

“W-what is it?” she asked.

“You know what I want, Mac. Give it to me.” Her pulse raced, the thump-thump of her heart reverberating in her ears. The taunting rasp of his voice told her exactly what he wanted. What she’d confessed to wanting herself.

She drew in a breath and fil ed her lungs with much-needed oxygen. Then, never breaking the gaze, she shimmied out of her boxers and threw them aside.

Her pussy was exposed, smooth and bare from a recent visit to the salon, wet from the arousal Charles fucking Leclerc elicited inside her.

Darkness bathed the bedroom, making it hard to decipher his expression.

“Turn over.”

His order coincided with a flash of lightning that il uminated his face and revealed the seductive glimmer in those piercing black eyes.

Without taking off her nightshirt, she rolled over and positioned herself so she was on her hands and knees. She lifted her ass into the air, stifling a moan when she heard him move closer. His clothing rustled, and then his hands caressed her bare bottom.

Shivers scurried down her spine. She waited.

“Charles,” she murmured.

She flinched when she felt the sting of his palm against her ass.

“No talking.” His voice was gravel y. “I want you stay on your knees, stay quiet, while I do what I want with you.”

Moisture soaked her inner thighs. Who was this man? It couldn’t be Charles , couldn’t be the man she’d confided in and depended on for so many years. He had become a different person. Demanding, bold, sexy. She ought to be angry at him for talking to her this way, commanding her as if she were nothing more than a warm cunt solely there for his pleasure, but she wasn’t angry. She was aroused. Hot. Aching.

That’s the fantasy, isn’t it, baby?” She felt his warm breath on her cheeks, tickling her exposed slit. “You don’t want to be in control anymore. You want a man who’l take what he pleases from you.” He was reciting her own words back to her, each one causing her to grow wetter.

Yes, it was what she wanted. What she’d always wanted. Living with the visions required holding on to every ounce of control and wil power she possessed.

She constantly had to keep herself grounded, restrained, if only to preserve her sanity, sanity that was threatened with each new vision. The restraint followed her into the bedroom, caused her to take charge of her sexual encounters so she wouldn’t feel vulnerable.

That’s how she felt right now. Vulnerable. And with that unfamiliar emotion came a sense of liberation.

“So are you going to be a good girl while I take what I want?” he asked roughly.

She managed a nod.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes,” she choked out.

“Good.”

She trembled when his finger slid down the crease of her ass toward her wet slit. He toyed with her opening, dipping his finger into the moisture pooled there. She thrust her ass out, desperate to feel those long, talented fingers inside her, but he ignored the silent protest and moved his hand away. His index finger danced north again, this time rubbing her pussy, teasing the puckered hole. At the first feel of the erotic invasion, she clamped her teeth down on her bottom lip to stifle a cry of pleasure.

His soft chuckle broke through the silence draping over the dark room. “You like it, don’t you, baby? My finger inside your tight pussy…”

She shuddered. Anticipation so great, so intense, slammed into her and had her sagging against the mattress. “Charles,” she started, but he silenced her with another gentle slap.

He pushed the tip of his finger into her pussy. When a moan escaped her lips, he spanked her again.

Oh God. She wasn’t sure she could take any more of this. Her entire body reacted to him. Muscles taut, legs quivering, nipples as hard as icicles.

The hiss of a zipper being tugged down fil ed the air. Charles finger left her skin. She heard him slide out of his jeans, the denim making a soft thud as it hit the hardwood floor. Lightning flashed against the windowpane. A crash of thunder fol owed. She held her breath. She waited. And stil he made no move to touch her again.

Eagerness coiled in her bel y, wrapped hold of her breasts and her throbbing sex. Her skin was tight, muscles tense, and she knew, any second now, she’d explode. The ripples of her impending orgasm rose to the surface, danced just out of reach.

It seemed like hours before he spoke again.

“You’ve got such a sweet pussy,” he murmured. “I can’t wait to fuck it.”

She whimpered, wanting to beg him to do it, to slide his thick cock deep inside her, but she stayed quiet like he’d ordered.

He moved closer, the tip of his penis brushing over her ass cheeks and leaving a bead of pre-come on her skin.

Long fingers gripping her ass, digging into her flesh…

She climaxed before he even entered her.

The orgasm tore into her body and sizzled down her spine, bringing with it streaks of lightning and a crash of thunder that had nothing to do with the storm wreaking havoc outside the farmhouse. Dear God.

She gasped for air, coming hard and fast, her soft cries and uncontrol able moans fil ing the bedroom.

She sank forward on her hands, unable to hold herself up, but Charles grabbed her hips and forced her to stay in position. He plunged his cock into her, the force of the thrust causing her to gasp again.

“Take it in,” he muttered, his fingers clutching her ass. “Al of it, Mackenzie.”

She inhaled deeply, forcing her muscles to relax.

He was big, his cock long and thick as it penetrated her to the hilt. With past lovers, she’d only taken in what she wanted, didn’t allow them to push the boundaries, but Charles didn’t give her a choice. He slammed into her roughly, the only sound in the room that of flesh slapping against flesh and the low groans sliding out of his throat.

He gripped her hips tightly and drove into her with a pace that was feverish and wild. Her inner muscles clasped over his cock. “You’re so tight, Mac,” he ground out.

Rotating his hips, he slowed his pace, his warm hand reaching down to find her swollen clit. He rolled the nub between his fingers, massaging it gently.

Arousal spun through her like a tornado, blowing across her flushed skin until she could barely breathe from the heat consuming her body. Wil grabbed her hand and brought it up to her clit, forced her to rub the slick flesh. She stroked herself, feeling another orgasm swel inside her. His breath was hot on the back of her neck as he pushed his cock into her again, slowly this time. Both arms wrapped around her from behind, his hands finding her breasts. He palmed each one and teased her rigid nipples with his thumbs.

“Yes,” she choked out. “Like that, touch me just like that.” Her climax grew closer, closer, closer…

He pinched her nipples. Hard.

Pain. Pleasure.

The incredible sensation sizzled her nipples, then scurried down her spine and grabbed hold of her sex.

She cried out his name as she came again, clawing at the sheets. He thrust into her, out and in and in and out until she had no clue where one orgasm began and another ended. Sweat coated her forehead, her legs felt numb, her body on fire.

Charles ’s fingers curled over her hips as he fucked her.

She wanted to turn her head and see his expression.

Wanted to know if he was as needy and aroused and overwhelmed as she was. But when she tried to tilt her head, he tangled his fingers in her dark hair and forced her to stay put.

A moment later he let out a hoarse cry, and then he poured his seed inside her. He gave a few more lazy thrusts before final y withdrawing. Her body instantly felt the loss. She whimpered in disappointment and fel onto the mattress, her breasts aching against the material of her nightie.

Rol ing onto her back, she looked up at Charles , her best friend, the man who’d just rocked her entire world. He stil wore his black long-sleeved T-shirt, but sweat coated the front, causing the material to cling to his rippled chest. She lowered her gaze and feasted on his lower body, the firm muscular thighs, the hard cock that had just brought her to a level of pleasure she’d never known.

Swal owing, she locked her gaze with his, floored by the stark desire she saw in his stormy dark eyes.

She managed a hesitant smile, suddenly feeling far too exposed as she lay on the bed in front of him, too exposed as she lay on the bed in front of him, naked from the waist down. “Wel ,” she started then cringed at the ridiculous conversation opener. “That was…” she struggled for words, “…nice.” Nice? Yeah right. The word didn’t come close to doing justice to what just happened between them.

His gaze swept over her face, his expression flickering with both approval and amusement. With a crooked grin, he grabbed his col ar and peeled the shirt off his spectacular chest.

Moving closer, he swept his tongue over his lower lip and said, “We’re just getting started, Mi amour”

A/N this was for my g lacie @tommyshelbyswifesblog comment if u wanna be tagged

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tragedybread-f1 · 2 years

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Charles Leclerc

Charles Leclerc x reader

Warnings: SMUT. No mention of condom (again). Slow burn? Idk. Nothing i could think more of ig. Enjoy! 18+ only! Not my image. Not proofread.

It was a pretty normal day, winter break at home in Monaco. Charles had finally gotten back and had made time for you. You both had been bestfriends since you were kids but just couldn't find the time to hangout what with all his racing, training and moving around the globe.

Also your career was unforgiving and also prohibited you from moving around. It was a stark contrast yet you both had surprisingly not grown apart at all. Whenever you two got together it was like no time had been lost.

The day was surprisingly hot today compared to most days and there was need to turn on the fan sometime. You both laid on two separate sofas, staring at the ceiling.

"How about we go to the holiday house." Charles stated without looking at you.

"I don't mind, I have a 10 day holiday anyway." You said, not looking at him either.

"A 10 day holiday for what?" He asked, slightly shifting to face you.

"I don't really know, but some real important person at the company died and it's mourning." You said nonchalantly.

"Well it benefitted someone then." He chuckled. His dark comment made you widen your eyes but still let out a giggle.

"So. What do you say we go there and just do whatever we want and whenever we want there?" He said, reaching out to tap your shoulder, knowing very well how much it irritated you.

"Yeah, okay okay." You said begrudgingly. In better opinion you preferred laying down and not moving a muscle but the idea of Charles' holiday home was too good to give away. You had spent just one night there with a million other friends after his last win.

After pulling yourself out of the place and packing up for a week to spend at the house, you were ready and waiting for Charles to load his pretty car and leave for the holiday house.

After a long, gossip filled trip, you finally reached the place, as beautiful as you remembered it.

You saw him smiling up at the house, most probably in memory of how he spent his time there last. He licked his lips, glancing at you and holding out his hand for your huge bag.

"Is that your bag for 10 days!?" He looked surprised at the bold bag in your hand compared to his frail sweet bag.

"Well it's not just clothes in it." You stated and pushed his hand away.

"What else did you get?" He said suggestive in your direction, making you roll your eyes and laugh.

"Shut up leclerc."

The rest two days were pretty simple. Apart from a few other drivers and friends staying over, partying for one night and just binge watching 2 TV series, the two of you had practically done nothing else. But by no means were any of you bored.

But as time passed, your long lost crush for Charles, that you had for him as a young girl had now started resurfacing. The way he looked with his eyes closed, head thrown back on the couch, lips slightly open made you look for a little too long. His Adam's apple bobbing up and down while he sipped on his water now caught your attention again. His slightly apart lips when he-

"Y/n" Charles said in a slightly louder tone, finally catching your attention. You had completely zoned out, lost in your thoughts.

"Uh, yeah." You said, eyebrows scrunched.

"You're staring, mi amor." He said, lips stretched out wide in a grin. You rolled your eyes at him.

"I zoned out." You said dismissively.

"Hmm. Yeah okay." He said. But he hardly believed you. His eyes squinted at you lightly before pressing the play button on the TV remote again.

You were definitely staring and you knew it. The creeping horror of what you were even upto scared you. Your mind tried to deny everything but you knew. You had to control yourself. He was a friend afterall... I mean yeah you did flirt here and there or tease each other but you were still friends. You couldn't throw that away for a stupid annual crush.

Or could you? You shook your head microscopic, letting out a sigh. Charles looked at you. "Are you okay, love?". His little endearments for you didn't help as they registered themselves in a crook in your head. To look and inspect later. Did he mean it? You were definitely overthinking.

"Yeah I'm fine. Why?" You said looking at him directly.

His smile faltered a little. "You're blushing. No wait. You're flustered." He said. He got up, bending down right in front of your face as if to take a closer look. You instinctively move back against the couch.

"Yes you are." He said, straightening up and going into the kitchen.

"What? No I'm not" You said, huffing. You turned around to face him.

"Yes you are, I can see it. Do you like the actor so much?" He said and winked at you.

You turned back around and continued watching the series again.

Another agonizing slow day passed with Charles somehow being even more attractive. As if on purpose, he was teasing you even more. That night he was actually shirtless in the kitchen. Out of all places. When you left your room to get yourself a cold bottle of water on a particular warm night. You had seen him shirtless before but this time it took the whole breath out of your lungs. You could only turn around and get back in your room before he saw you. Your thoughts lingered on his black stupid thin shorts, toned beautiful back muscles and the way they stretched when he went to get something from a cabinet above him. He probably had just finished his workout.

The sound of his door closing brought you out of your thoughts. You sighed in relief, ready to go get your bottle of water now that he's out of the way and won't be there to tease you anymore.

You tiptoe to the kitchen passing his room but you dont linger long thinking he might barge out of his room and find you. And you weren't ready for any contact with him since you were genuinely horny. And you knew that if you encountered him, you wouldn't be able to have any sort of self control.

You reached the kitchen, opening the fridge and taking a long sip from the cold bottle and closing the fridge and walking back.

While going back across Charles room, you heard some sounds coming from his room. Unable to control your curiosity you got closer to the door to hear better.

You could hear light grunts and deep heavy breaths. There were only two explanations but your mind went to the obvious one. After around 10 seconds of the same, it suddenly stopped, only the deep breaths continuing.

You hardly expected the door to swing open and seeing the same shirtless Charles in front of you.

To say the least, he was amused. You were frozen in your place ready to open your mouth to say something but it got replaced by a deep exhale. His head tilted to look down at you. Suddenly he seemed much taller than you.

"What is it y/n? Were you..." He took a long pause. You weren't able to meet his eyes at all while your skin burned with embarrassment. "Listening in on me?"

"I, uh-" You spoke, gulping at his reaction. He gently laughed at you looking down.

He unexpectedly grabbed your hand and yanked you inside his room. He slammed the door closed, trapping you between him and the door.

"Answer me y/n." He said holding your waist gently, his thumbs playing with your thin, almost see-through, oversized shirt.

"I wasn't." You said, your breath picking up but you controlled it. You still couldn't look up at him.

As if reading your mind he said, "Look at me y/n." You did.

"What did you expect to hear?" He said, a grin on his face saying everything. He knew.

"Nothing.." You said. Looking down again. His hands instantly locked on your jaw gently making you look back at him. You almost whimpered at his lack of urgency. He was clearly getting a kick out of embarassing you. Making you needy.

"Oh so you didn't expect to hear anything?" He said, one eye brow raised, his thumb now ghosted over your cheek and side of your lips. He was good at this more than you wanted to accept. You didn't say anything.

"You definitely heard me making sounds y/n I know." He said in the sweetest voice ever. "And I even know what you expected it to be." He said his head lowered onto yours.

"Can I kiss you, y/n?" He asked. You nodded almost desperately. Any action from him would be great at this point. You hated being the only one so needy.

He instantly put his lips on yours, gentle yet needy. You felt him press closer to you.

He pulled back almost immediately, making you whimper very low but yet audibly. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth for a second.

"You see I was working out... but if you were just here maybe last night same time, you'd hear me exactly the way you expected." He pressed a kiss to your lip again. "Moaning for you, hoping it was your hands instead of mine."

You pulled your legs together, pressing them together at the thought of him on his bed. His words were so wonderful. His hands went down your waist, his movements needier.

"You have no idea y/n but you've just totally ruined me since we came here. I've lost every little cell of self control inside me and I couldn't take it anymore. But I saw your shadow under the door and I knew exactly what you were thinking." He said and he kissed you, this time way harder, his breath pulling out your own. You moaned in the kiss making him moan back at you.

"God you're so beautiful. I waited for this too long." He said, kissing you over and over again like his life depended on it. "I saw the way you looked at me. Just wanted for you to make the right move, confirm my thoughts." He said.

He put his forehead on yours, his green eyes, pupils flared to nothing, looked deep into yours. Searched for any kind of doubt. You didn't have any. You knew this for a long time and you knew it now. You needed him.

You kissed him passionately, trying to answer any questions that had made home in his head. Your arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer.

He pulled you away from the door, walking you towards his bed. He threw you onto it, getting right on top of you kissing all over your face, down your jaw to your neck inciting moans out of you. His hands roamed over your figure, reaching the hem of your shirt and pulling it off you, and kissing down your body and back up again.

"God I just want to kiss every single part of you. I've been waiting so long to do this." He said kissing you roughly again. "I swear I want to worship you and everything about you ever since I was that horny teen." He confessed, burying his head in your neck again.

"And finally I can get to complete every single inappropriate thought that has crossed my mind these last few days." He spoke further, never once stopping his hands from pleasuring you, right between your legs.

"Oh god Charles... I- I have no words." You said in between whispers, whimpers, trying your best to form a sentence, tell him how you've been crushing on him for so long, wanting to show him bliss too. Your hands roamed down his body, seeing that huge tent in his shorts. You palmed him through his shorts, his moan reaching your ears and pulling another moan out of you at the wonderful sound. It had been painfully long since you wished to hear him. Your hands pulled his shorts down while he still pleasured you, his skilled fingers entering you at an exceptional pace, pushing you slowly towards your edge. His hand faltered when you finally helped him get his shorts off and took him in your hand, expertly getting him off.

His moans were short and unstoppable. Soon his hand went up and wrapped around your throat, he leaned down to your face.

"Mio amore, do not test my patience. You look so beautiful right now with my cock in your hand that I can come from the scene itself." He said and kissed your neck, pulling your hand off of him. Your hand quickly moved to the nape of his neck playing with his hair but unexpectedly Charles rubbed his tip against you asking for permission, his eyes looking intensely at you. You quickly nodded with a moan in your mouth which turned louder as he slowly slipped into you.

"Oh Santo Cielo..." Charles mumbled across your ear, with a little more Italian whispers here and there as he fully entered you. "You feel so fucking good y/n y/l/n."

"How long were you waiting for this, mon amour?" He looked into your eyes as he pounded slowly yet forcefully into you. You were in no way in a position to say anything as bliss overtook all your senses. All you could do was pull Charles hair making him moan, pulling him into you.

"Since forever Charles, since forever."

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