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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.
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Summary: When Y/n spends the night at Garrett's, the lines of their friendship begin to blur.
Categories : Both Y/n's and Garrett's POV, no strings attached (supposedly), sweet, mutual pining, mature content 18+
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 than welcomed.
Garrett's POV
The rain is drumming on the roof as my gaze linger on her. Beautiful doe eyes staring right back at me.
My heart skips a beat. Everything about this image feels perfect.
Her standing here, cheeks slightly flushed, my jersey on. It does not quite reach the middle of her thighs.
I wish I could freeze time and hold on to this exact moment forever. Could never get over how beautiful she is.
Often, when we talk about a person being pretty, we tend to refer to physical beauty. And don't get me wrong, Y/n is definitely blessed in that regard.
Yet, I could point out millions other reasons why.
She is courageous, kind hearted, talented, incredibly smart...
Y/n is fucking incredible, everything she is.
For as long as i can recall, I always ever had one thing in mind. I was destined to a career in hockey, with no other perspectives whatsoever.
I never allowed myself to fantasise about love. Never thought i would be lucky enough to experience it.
Growing up in front row of my parent's relationship, i figured i was better off.
But even since i meet her, i can't imagine how anything else ever mattered.
"What got you all quiet Graham ?"
I take a step closer. Her scent immediately invading all of my senses as my hands meet her hips.
Hers immediately move to my hair.
"I was thinking, you could stay, till the rain calm down." I let out in a breath.
Anybody seeing this, would quite literally insult us.
Completely normal behavior for two people who are supposedly just bestfriends.
"I guess i could do that." she whispers, her breath fanning over my lips.
It takes everything in me not to kiss her.
"You smell kind of addicting." she sighs burying her face in my neck.
I laugh "Kind of ?"
She giggles, and my heart skipped beats. She is so sweet i can't. "Yeah, kind of."
"What would we do, if i stay ?"
I pull away ever so slightly, to see her face. "We could cook something and finish Breaking Bad ?"
She looks up at me. With her beautiful blue eyes "That sounds good." The sweetest smile making its way on her face.
I tickle her, causing her to loosen her grip on my neck, trying to escape.
"Stop teasing me Graham." She cries out in a fit of laughter.
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Y/n's POV
I pull on the bottom of the jersey as
Garrett and I make our way down the stairs. It doesn't quite reach the middle of my thighs.
Garrett marks a stop and look up at me.
"You okay out there ?" He ask, his eyes following my movements.
"Yeah, just trying to get a bit more coverage." I let out in a nervous laugh.
His eyes soften and he squeeze my hand. "Don't worry, the guys are gone. They're at a party tonight."
His lips form into that boyish smile that i love so much. "It's just you and me."
I sigh, a relieved expression making its way on my face. "Okay, yeah that's better ! I didn't want to be flashing anyone down there."
"You're good, sweetheart." He breathe out, than proceeds to lead me down the stairs and to the kitchen.
Which gives me the perfect opportunity to get a good look at him. How can someone achieve that body ?
"So, what do you want to eat ?" Garrett ask me, opening all the cabinet of the kitchen.
And, letting every door open behind him.
Fortunately, Tucker isn't here to see this.
I watch as he reach toward on of the high cabinets, the movement making his back muscles tighten.
God. What a man.
My phone vibrates from the other side of the counter, snapping me out of my daydream.
It's Allie, she wants to know if i'm okay.
I quickly tap back an answer.
And only now does it occur to me that i never answered Garrett's question.
"I don't know." I answer hurriedly putting my phone down. But immediate start talking again as he opens the fridge and i see something i like.
"We could make a charcuterie board." I shrug. "With cheese, olives and stuff."
He look at me over his shoulder, his fingers tapping on the fridge door. "Yeah, that seems perfect."
I start cutting some cherry tomatoes, while Garrett pours two glasses of white wine.
We were supposed to be eating in front of the tv, but we got distracted by our conversation and ended up eating at the counter.
Doing exactly what we have been doing ever since we started being friends, Sharing stories about our lives and asking silly "would you rather" questions.
"Would you rather having Dean singing at your wedding or Tucker being in the room while you're banging someone ?"
He looks at me like i'm crazy, "What even is that question ?" He ask in disbelief, his chest move up and down as he laugh.
I laugh with him. "So, Verdict ?"
"Dean wouldn't even be embarrassed so there's no point."
We keep playing till we're done eating.
"My neck is been hurting like crazy since this morning, i think i slept in a bad position" I wince, putting my hand in the crock of my neck.
"Do you want a massage ?" He ask me in a worried expression.
I nod and he draw me closer to him till i'm sitting on his lap.
He start massaging my shoulder and we stay like this for maybe ten minutes.
Long enough so i can feel him getting hard under me.
His breathing start getting heavier. And
i can't help but start moving my hips against his.
He let out a groan and grip my hips.
Feeling his hot breath fan on my lips, i can't take it anymore and kiss him.
He kiss me back hungrily.
He pulls away, looking at me with wanting eyes. "Y/n... i want you so bad."
"Then take me Graham." I say, guiding his hand under my shirt.
He slowly caressed the soft skin of my waist, before moving his hand down my body.
He hocked his fingers around my panties, and drag it down my legs.
Then proceed to lift me up and lay me on the cold counter.
"Part your legs for me sweetheart." I do as i'm told, and put the jersey up, so he can see my breast.
"Such a pretty pussy, so wet for me. Look at that." He say dragging his fingers through my fold.
"Im addicted to seeing you like that. My favorite fantasy." He immediately dive between my legs, making me cry out.
His hands come up to squeeze my breast. And he looks up at me from between my legs, mouth still devouring me.
He looks like he dreamed of that moment.
"You taste so good." He let out breathily.
I grip the edge of the counter top, trying to find something to anchor me as my hips start to jerk up to meet his face.
He pulls away just a second, then dive right back in, mouth open, sucking like crazy.
I start falling appart under his tongue, pulling at his hair.
"GARRETT" I moan, rocking my hips against his tongue. My legs starts shaking like crazy as he strongly hold them appart.
I force his head deeper between my thighs, rocking my high as i cum hard on his face.
He keeps licking me, till i push his head away, not able to take it anymore. My breath is heavy and my senses overwhelmed.
I close my eyes, legs still shaking hard.
He hold me in place, smothering the skin of my waist.
After a while, I open my eyes, looking down at him and seeing his face and my thighs drenched.
A look of disbelief makes its way on my face. "What the..."
"You taste so good sweetheart." He state, looking at me in disbelief, before kissing me. I can taste myself on his tongue.
I can still feel is hard on between my thighs. He let out a groan as i lift my hips to meet his again.
He pins my hands over my head, kissing me even more eagerly. "You have no idea what you're doing to me." He sight against my lips.
He pulls away from the kiss, gripping my jaw with his free hand.
"Open your mouth for me baby." I do as im told, knowing exactly what will follow.
He spit in my mouth, and i swallow it down with a moan.
"let's take this upstairs."
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Garrett's POV
I carry her up the stairs, her legs wrapped around my waist, as she's kissing down my neck.
This girl is driving me insane.
We get to my room and i close the door behind us, sitting her down on my bed.
Hannah looks at me right in the eyes, as she pull my jersey over her head and throw it away somewhere in the room.
She slightly lays back on her elbow, watching me intently, knowing exactly what she does to me.
Then, proceed to extend one of her leg, the sole of her foot teasingly stroking my dick through my sweatpants.
"You got your desert, i want mine too." I think i might die right in this moment.
She drag her foot up and down my hard on, before i catch it, stopping her.
She free herself from my grip, getting on her knees right in front of me.
Her eyes are glowing with want, as she pulls on the stings of my sweat pants, dragging it down my boxer with it.
My hard dick spring out, standing tall, ready for her.
She let out a big sigh, taking in the size of my dick. Than proceed to taken me in her hands, and lick the tip.
God please.
She takes me in her mouth, blowing me a further.
"Y/n" I grip her hair, moaning.
She suck me like that for a good five minutes before she pulls away slightly. "I love sucking you, i love having you in my mouth."
God, i don't know if i'll be able to hold it for much longer.
She tries to go back at it, but i can't take it anymore.
"No baby, Im going to cum if you don't stop. Lay down for me okay ?"
She does as i say, parting her legs. I guide my dick toward her drenched pussy.
"I want you so bad." I slide inside her slowly, she moan, throwing her head back.
She draw me closer, her hard nipples brushing against my chest.
I start moving. She cries out, her breath fanning on my cheek.
She pushes the heels of her feet against my butt, trying to get me as close as possible.
We are both on the edge shaking like crazy.
God i'm so fucking close, and i can tell she is too. "That's it baby, come with me."
I ride us through our highs. She gasp clenching around me.
I lie on her for a second, catching my breath, kissing her forehead as she try to regulate her breathing.
And that's when we hear the front door open.
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Tucker's POV
The minute we got back, i make my way to the kitchen, followed by Dean and Logan.
We ate nothing all night, and we have practice first thing in the morning.
So we can't be shit faced.
All the cabinets are open. Fucking Garrett.
There's a charcuterie board on the counter, and two glasses of wine.
I notice a phone on the counter flashing a call from Allie. Dean immediately takes it.
Allie is yelling through the phone, saying that it's late and Y/n is supposed to be back, and that she has no news.
Dean yell loud enough for them to hear from upstairs "Y/n you're still here ?"
Sleepover - Hannah Wells and Garrett Graham SMUT (ONE SHOT)
Summary : The lines between convenience and something more begin to blur as Hannah spends the night at Garrettâs
Categories : Both Hannahâs and Garrettâs POV, no strings attached (supposedly), sweet, mutual pining, mature content 18+
Disclaimer : Iâm French and my English is NOT perfect â ď¸ Please donât stole or repost my stories on any other sites. Btw reblogs are more than welcomed.
Garrettâs POV
The rain is drumming on the roof as my gaze linger on her. Beautiful doe eyes staring right back at me.
My heart skips a beat. Everything about this image feels perfect.
Her standing here, cheeks slightly flushed, my jersey on. It does not quite reach the middle of her thighs.
I wish I could freeze time and hold on to this exact moment forever. Could never get over how beautiful she is.
Often, when we talk about a person being pretty, we tend to refer to physical beauty. And don't get me wrong, Hannah is definitely blessed in that regard.
Yet, I could point out millions other reasons why.
She is courageous, kind hearted, talented, incredibly smart...
Wellsy is fucking incredible, everything she is.
For as long as i can recall, I always ever had one thing in mind. I was destined to a career in hockey, with no other perspectives whatsoever.
I never allowed myself to fantasise about love. Never thought i would be lucky enough to experience it.
Growing up in front row of my parent's relationship, i figured i was better off.
But contemplating her now, i can't imagine how anything else ever mattered.
"What got you all quiet Graham ?"
I take a step closer. Her scent immediately invading all of my senses as my hands meet her hips.
Hers immediately move to my hair.
"I was thinking, you could stay, till the rain calm down." I let out in a breath, my nose brushing against hers.
Anybody seeing this, would quite literally insult us. Here we are, third night in a row, finding excuses to hang out after "sex lessons".
Taking turns finding reasons.
Completely normal behavior for two people who are supposedly just friends.
It's not that we are hiding it, but it's supposed to be casual, so we kind of tip toe around the subject with our friends.
I usually hide Hannah in my room, till there's no one in the living room, so i can get her out of here, without having to answer questions about why she was here all night.
"I guess i could do that." she whispers, her breath tickling my lips.
It takes everything in me not to kiss her.
She gets even closer. Closing the inexistant gap between us. "You smell kind of addicting." she sighs against my neck.
I laugh "Kind of ?"
She giggles, and my heart skipped beats. She is so sweet i can't. "Yeah, kind of."
"What would we do, if i stay ?"
I pull away ever so slightly, to see her face. "We could cook something and finish Breaking Bad ?"
She looks up at me. With her beautiful blue eyes and an amused expression. "That sounds good."
"Something tells me it's not what you had in mind asking that question."
She bites back a laugh, the sweetest smile making its way on her face. "Don't see what you're talking about."
I tickle her, causing her to loosen her grip on my neck, trying to escape.
"Stop teasing me Graham." She cries out in a fit of laughter.
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Hannah's POV
I pull on the bottom of the jersey as
Garrett and I make our way down the stairs. It doesn't quite reach the middle of my thighs.
Garrett marks a stop and look up at me.
"You okay out there ?" He ask, his eyes following my movements.Â
"Yeah, just trying to get a bit more coverage." I let out in a nervous laugh.
His eyes soften and he squeeze my hand. "Don't worry, the guys are gone. Theyâre at a party tonight."
His lips form into that boyish smile that i love so much. "It's just you and me."
I sigh, a relieved expression making its way on my face. "Okay, yeah that's better ! I didn't want to be flashing anyone down there."
"You're good, Wellsy." He breathe out sweetly, than proceeds to lead me down the stairs and to the kitchen.
Which gives me the perfect opportunity to get a good look at him. How can someone achieve that body ?
"So, what do you want to eat ?" Garrett ask me, opening all the cabinet of the kitchen.
And, letting every door open behind him.
Fortunately, Tucker isn't here to see this.
I watch as he reach toward on of the high cabinets, the movement making his back muscles tighten.
God. What a man.
My phone vibrates from the other side of the counter, snapping me out of my daydream.
It's Allie, she wants to know if i'm okay.
I start tapping back an answer when Garrett interrupts me.
"Wellsy ?" And only now does it occur to me that i never answered his question.
"I don't know." I answer hurriedly putting my phone down. But immediate start talking again as he opens the fridge and i see something i like.
"We could make a charcuterie board." I shrug. "With cheese, olives and stuff."
He look at me over his shoulder, his fingers tapping on the fridge door. "Yeah, that seems perfect."
I start cutting some cherry tomatoes, while Garrett pours two glasses of white wine.
We were supposed to be eating in front of the tv, but we got distracted by our conversation and ended up eating at the counter.
Doing exactly what we have been doing this past few nights, Sharing stories about our lives and asking silly "would you rather" questions.
"Would you rather having Dean singing at your wedding or Tucker being in the room while you're banging someone ?"
He looks at me like i'm crazy, "What even is that question ?" He ask in disbelief, his chest move up and down as he laugh.Â
I laugh with him. "So, Verdict ?"
"Dean wouldn't even be embarrassed so there's no point."
We keep playing till we're done eating.
I instinctively bring the collar of the jersey up to my nose. His scent invading me.
I snap out of my daydream, as Garrett start to slowly strokes my cheek.
And i realize that i zoned out for god knows how long. "What's on your mind baby ?"
I glancing down at his lips. And he draw me closer to him till i'm sitting on his lap. We stay just like this for a second, taking each other in.
Feeling his hot breath fan on my lips, i can't take it anymore and kiss him.
He let out a groan and grip my hips harder. He kiss me back hungrily.
I feel him getting hard under me, as i start moving my hips against his.
His breathing start getting heavier.
He pulls away, looking at me with wanting eyes. "Wellsy... i want you so bad."
"Then take me Graham." I say, guiding his hand under my shirt.
He slowly caressed the soft skin of my waist, before moving his hand down my body.
He hocked his fingers around my panties, and drag it down my legs.
Then proceed to lift me up and lay me on the cold counter.
"Part your legs for me sweetheart." I do as i'm told, and put the jersey up, so he can see my breast, knowing how much he loves them.
"Such a pretty pussy, so wet for me. Look at that." He say dragging his fingers through my fold.
"Im addicted to seeing you like that. My favorite fantasy." He immediately dive between my legs, making me cry out.
His hands come up to squeeze my breast. And he looks up at me from between my legs, mouth still devouring me.
He looks like he dreamed of that moment, as if he hadn't had his head between my legs earlier this evening.
"You taste so good." He let out breathily.
I grip the edge of the counter top, trying to find something to anchor me as my hips start to jerk up to meet his face.
He loves eating me out, and i really couldn't complain because god, it's an out body experience.
He pulls away just a second, then dive right back in, mouth open, sucking like crazy.
I start falling appart under his tongue, pulling at his hair.
"GARRETT" I moan, rocking my hips against his tongue. My legs starts shaking like crazy as he strongly hold them appart.
I force his head deeper between my thighs, rocking my high as i cum hard on his face.
He keeps licking me, till i push his head away, not able to take it anymore. My breath is heavy and my senses overwhelmed.
I close my eyes, legs still shaking hard.
He hold me in place, smothering the skin of my waist.
After a while, I open my eyes, looking down at him and seeing his face and my thighs drenched.
A look of disbelief makes its way on my face. "What the..."
"You taste so good Wellsy." He state, looking at me in disbelief, before kissing me. I can taste myself on his tongue.
I can still feel is hard on between my thighs. He let out a groan as i lift my hips to meet his again.
He pins my hands over my head, kissing me even more eagerly. "You have no idea what you're doing to me." He sight against my lips.
He pulls away from the kiss, gripping my jaw with his free hand.
"Open your mouth for me baby." I do as im told, knowing exactly what will follow.
He spit in my mouth, and i swallow it down with a moan.
"let's take this upstairs."
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Garrett's POV
I carry her up the stairs, her legs wrapped around my waist, as sheâs kissing down my neck.
This girl is driving me insane.
We get to my room and i close the door behind us, sitting her down on my bed.Â
Hannah looks at me right in the eyes, as she pull my jersey over her head and throw it away somewhere in the room.
She slightly lays back on her elbow, watching me intently, knowing exactly what she does to me.
Then, proceed to extend one of her leg, the sole of her foot teasingly stroking my dick through my sweatpants.
"You got your desert, i want mine too." I think i might die right in this moment.
She drag her foot up and down my hard on, before i catch it, stopping her.Â
She free herself from my grip, getting on her knees right in front of me.
Her eyes are glowing with want, as she pulls on the stings of my sweat pants, dragging it down my boxer with it.
My hard dick spring out, standing tall, ready for her.
She takes me in her hands, and lick the tip.
God please.
She takes me in her mouth, blowing me a further.
"Hannah" I grip her hair, moaning.
She suck me like that for a good five minutes before she pulls away slightly. "I love sucking you, i love having you in my mouth."
God, i don't know if i'll be able to hold it for much longer.
She tries to go back at it, but i can't take it anymore.
"No baby, i can't take it anymore. Im going to cum if you don't stop. Lay down for me okay ?"
She does as i say, parting her legs. I guide my dick toward her drenched pussy.
"I want you so bad." I slide inside her slowly, she moan, throwing her head back.
She draw me closer, her hard nipples brushing against my chest.
I start moving. She cries out, her breath fanning on my cheek.
She pushes the heels of her feet against my butt, trying to get me as close as possible.
We are both on the edge shaking like crazy.
God i'm so fucking close, and i can tell she is too. "That's it baby, come with me."
I ride us through our highs. She gasp clenching around me.
I lie on her for a second, catching my breath, kissing her forehead as she try to regulate her breathing.
And that's when we hear the front door open.
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Tucker's POV
The minute we got back, i make my way to the kitchen, followed by Dean and Logan.
We ate nothing all night, and we have practice first thing in the morning.
So we can't be shit faced.
All the cabinets are open. Fucking Garrett.
Thereâs a charcuterie board on the counter, and two glasses of wine.
I notice a phone on the counter flashing a call from Allie. Dean immediately takes it.
Allie is yelling through the phone, saying that it's late and Hannah is supposed to be back, and that she has no news.
Dean yell loud enough for them to hear from upstairs "Wellsy you're still here ?"
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Hannah's POV
I pause as i hear my name, and looks up at Garrett. "Oh shit !"
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Content warning(s): FLUFF eventual smut 18+ mdni, mutual pinning, friends to lovers, unprotected sex, english is not my first language.
Summary- It took quite some time for you and Charles to realize that you were truly meant to be together.
word count 4.7k it's a bit long, but I swear it's worth it.
Charles Leclerc has the most captivating eyes youâve ever seen. Sometimes, they shimmer with a beautiful shade of green, flecked with honey, and at other times, they resemble the majestic blue of Niagara Falls. Regardless of their hue, you find yourself captivated, able to admire them for hours, even days, lost in their beauty.
You first met Charles back in 2014, on a rainy Thursday night. He and his friends burst into your favorite cafĂŠ, shattering the serene quiet with their adolescent banter and laughter. Amid the lively chaos, Charles seemed to glow with an infectious vitality, his face perpetually adorned with a radiant grin.
Unfortunately for you, the cafĂŠ was unusually crowded that evening, so it shouldnât have been a surprise when his pair of striking eyes met yours for the first time ever. "Sorry, would you mind sharing your table with us?" he asked, his voice as captivating as his gaze.
"Of course not, please sit," you heard yourself say, scooting to the corner to make room for them.
"Do you play?" one of his friends asked, displaying the Uno cards they had brought along.
"Uh, not really," you replied softly, fingers tracing the pendant of your necklace. Despite your attempt to remain composed, the sudden surge of energy around you left you feeling somewhat overwhelmed. The calm ambiance you had been enjoying was swiftly replaced by an unbridled liveliness, making you feel strangely diminutive in comparison.
"Give it a try, I swear it's super fun," he urged, his enthusiasm always infectious to everyone around. Little did you know that simple invitation marked the beginning of years where you found yourself incapable of saying no to him.
That night, you discovered that Charles Leclerc was fiercely competitive, his energy palpable as he fussed around his seat, grimacing and sighing whenever he was losing, and occasionally even letting out a scream directed at his friendsâbut never at you. You also realized that you both attended the same school yet had never crossed paths before. This was likely because you spent all your free time in the library, while he was always engaged in lively conversations with anyone who would listen.
Even though you hadn't actively sought out Charles's friendship, he made it his mission to befriend you. He would flash you a warm smile and wave at you in the school hallways, trailing behind you as he yapped on about karting and racing. He even accompanied you to the library (although he often ended up falling asleep, it still counted!). And on top of all that, he would walk you home after school, casually mentioning that his house was in the same direction, so he might as well accompany you.
2016
It became challenging when Charles left school to focus on his racing career. Despite this, he still crashed at your house most of the time, practically becoming a permanent fixture there. Your mom now prepared meals for five instead of four, often shooting you suggestive glances whenever Charles would praise your intelligence and express his desire to spend more time with you now that he couldnât see you at school anymore.
Even your dad and brother had grown accustomed to his presence in your home, to the point where Charles would sometimes inadvertently spend more time with them than with you, getting caught up in their lively discussions about races airing on TV.
"You like them more, admit it," you tease, poking his cheek on a casual Friday evening while the two of you lay in the grass of your favorite park. It was the middle of spring, and he had suggested going for a run, but after the first two kilometers, your lungs and legs had given out, screaming for a break.
"I don't," he says, gently catching your wrist, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "But they let me talk about racing as long as I want," his fingers trace the delicate lines of your knuckles and veins.
"I let you talk about racing all the time, even though I don't understand half of what you're saying," you pout at him, your voice softening with affection.
It's true. Ever since you were seventeen, you've let him chatter on about racing endlessly. Even back then, when you didn't understand a single thing about it and resorted to googling terms like 'rear wing' and ' suspension' at night, you still listened intently. Because seeing his eyes light up with passion, cheeks flushed, and a wide smile on his face was worth it all. You loved watching him talk about racing.
"Fair enough, mon ange. You're my favorite, you always have been and always will be, happy?" he says teasingly, grinning at you before pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.
"No," your pout deepens, and he can't help but let out a chuckle. You're adorable, he thinks
"What can I do for you to forgive me?" he asks, his gaze locking with yours. You're not sure if he's aware of the power his eyes hold over you, their deep blue hue pulling you in, inviting you to lose yourself in their depths.
"Carry me back?" you jest, reaching out to him with a mischievous grin. He laughs, but obligingly stands up and turns around, offering his back for you to climb onto.
2017
You certainly understand the meaning of "suspension" now, but you wish you never had to. If you thought Charles leaving school was tough, you never imagined the agony of not seeing him for weeks. You had grown so accustomed to his presence that now, in his absence, you feel empty, as if a piece of you is missing.
On the other hand, if someone were to ask your mom, she'd likely tell you that you're overreacting. After all, you talk to Charles every single day through every imaginable form of communicationâtexts, calls, emails, social media posts comments, even postcards. You name it, and the two of you have probably already covered it. She's actually impressed that you two haven't resorted to smoke signals yet.
Either way, she drives you to the airport on the day he's coming back. She stands next to Pascale, just a few steps away from where you are, surrounded by his brothers.
"Thought one of them would have confessed by now," Pascale whispers to your mom as they watch you tease Arthur alongside Lorenzo.
"I thought theyâd be dating by now," your mom snorts, and Pascale joins her in a laugh.
Itâs as if your body is possessed the moment, you see him step through the doors. Your legs carry you forward at full speed, drawn to the sight of his messy hair, tired eyes, and familiar hoodie. He notices you just in time, catching you in his arms, his hands gripping your thighs to hold you in place.
"Miss me that much, ange?" he teases.
"Shut up," you retort, and he falls silent, savoring the way your legs wrap around his waist and your arms encircle his neck, pulling him closer. He buries his face in your neck, inhaling deeply, letting your scent envelop his senses.
"I did miss you," he whispers into your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. "I'm signing with Sauber, but donât overreactâI haven't even told my mom yet. I wanted you to be the first to know."
His breath brushes against your neck, and you have to summon all of your strength not to let out a squeal. Instead, you tighten your hold and whisper back to him, âSo proud of you, cĹur,â your feet touching the ground again. With a final smile, you release him, allowing him to reunite with his family.
2019
Ferrari's garage buzzes with precision as the final details for the Monza GP are attended to. You weave through the crowd filling the Ferrari lounge, your family already dispersed, likely exploring, and soaking in the pre-race excitement.
"Where's your mom?" you call out, raising your voice to be heard over the noise once you spot Arthur. "I haven't seen her yet, and it's about to start."
Although this isn't your first time attending a Grand Prix, it's the first with such a massive crowd. Normally, it's just you, Charles' family, and occasionally Seb's wife. You've never experienced this level of hustle and bustle before. It's a bit overwhelming, but you'll manageâfor Charles.
âDidn't he tell you?" Arthur asks, puzzled, as you respond with a questioning look. "Momâs in the grandstands. He couldn't get her a paddock pass."
"Unbelievable," you mutter under your breath. "Is he still in his driverâs room?" you ask. Arthur nods, grinning as he already anticipates what's about to happen next.
You make your way to Charles driverâs room in what you can say is the fastest walk you have achieved in your life.
âLeclercâ you say in a stern tone of voice knocking at the door of the room.
He opens the door, taking you by the wrist to pull you in before closing it behind you. He already knows why you're here, but a playful smile spreads across his face at the sight of your annoyed expression.
"Arthur is such a gossip," he says, his tone teasing. You resist the urge to slap him, recognizing that playful tone he always uses when youâre annoyed. He enjoys itâhe really does. You look so cute when you're angry, with your hands on your hips and your mouth twisted in a grimace.
"You let your mom sit alone in the grandstands," you nearly scream, and he looks at you, guilt written all over his face.
"She decided to come too late," he tries to explain, already aware it won't help his case. "I was out of paddock passes by then."
"I could have given her mine," you interrupt, and he smiles adorably at you. Of course, you would have given yours to his mom. You were probably her favorite, even above her three children.
"I'm going to sit with her," you declare firmly, the smile on his face morphing into a mischievous grin as he reaches for a piece of paper from one of his drawers and hands it to you.
Charles Leclerc knows you all too well, always a step ahead, as if he can read your mind and predict your every move and decision before you even make it. It used to be unsettling, but now it's like second nature.
"Cheer for me, ange," he says, handing you the GP ticket for the seat next to his mom.
He walks you to the exit of the Ferrari motorhome, kissing your forehead before reluctantly letting you go, only after you assure him that you wonât make it to your seat on time if he doesnât release you quickly. He stands there, watching you walk towards the paddock access, turning around to give him a small wave before disappearing from his sight.
"Is that your girlfriend?" Seb asks, observing the dreamy smile on his face.
"I wish," he murmurs wistfully.
2022
On your twenty-fifth birthday, you find yourself grappling with a quarter-life crisis like any other twenty-something human in the world. No one can say a single thing to you, whether good or bad, without potentially bringing you to tears. It's as if no words seem capable of consoling you.
So, seeing your fragile state, you decide not to celebrate your birthday this yearâa decision you come to regret the day before your birthday when you attempt to arrange a small dinner with your loved ones, only to discover that they have already made plans. While you understand their commitments, it doesn't prevent you from breaking down in tears at Charles's apartment, clinging to one of his blankets as you indulge in birthday pancakes, he's prepared for you.
"Please, ange, don't cry. You're breaking my heart," he murmurs softly as he gently wipes the tears from your cheeks with his thumb. "We can still plan something for tomorrow. My brothers will be free, and my mom would cancel anything for you. Your family has already said yes," he suggests, trying to lift your spirits with solutions.
"It's just not the same. My birthday is today," you whine, pushing the empty plate aside before snuggling closer to Charles's side.
"What about we celebrate just you and me? How does that sound?" he suggests, but you only bury your face further into his side. "We can go have dinner at that restaurant you love, the one with the plants hanging from the ceiling."
He senses your thoughts as your whimpers die down, and you peek one eye out from his shirt. "Can we get gelato too?"
"Yes, of course! Whatever you want, Ange," he agrees, gently removing the strands of hair that cover your face.
After catching a few episodes of Bridgerton, you head out from his place, planning to shower and get ready back at your own spot for the dinner ahead. There's a promise to reunite later, this time at your apartment.
He stands outside your door, holding a small box between his hands, playing with the corners of the envelope. It's your gift, meticulously chosen to be perfect for you, the only one that always takes him a lot of time to select. As you open the door, he admires one of his favorite dresses of yours, a stunning green shade that makes your skin glow.
You finish putting on your earrings, giving him an apologetic look for the lateness. "I just need to put perfume on, and I'll be ready."
He nods and watches you step inside your room, leaving him alone in the living room. His eyes wander over your walls adorned with pictures of you and your family, a few with friends you've made over the years. But his gaze always returns to the picture standing above your fireplaceâa moment captured where he's holding you close, hand at your waist and the other at your head, bringing you in for a kiss on the cheek. You have a playful look on your face, but he remembers the joyous laughter that followed, the day he realized he was in love with you.
âShall we go?â you ask bringing him out of his daydreams.
âActually, I was going to ask you to open my gift firstâ he handles you the box his fingers brushing yours. âYou need to read the paper firstâ he says, and you nod unfolding the paper sheet attached to the box.
He seizes the moment to admire you, your beautiful, expressive eyes focused intently on the paper while your pink, rosy lips nibble with concentration. God, he just wants to cup your face in his hands and taste them, a desire he's harbored for years now. He wonders how much longer he can resist.
"You bought me a star," you say, catching him off guard. He only nods, momentarily unable to trust his voice.
"Look inside the box," he finally manages to say, urging you to open it.
Inside the box lies a delicate silver star necklace. You take a moment to admire it before carefully lifting it out, holding it between your fingers to inspect it. That's when you notice two sets of dates engraved on the back.
"The day the star was born and its coordinates," he explains. "May I?" You nod, allowing him to fasten the necklace around your neck. His warm fingers against your skin feel comforting, and once he's finished, he takes a moment to admire how it rests against your chest.
"The reservation," you choke out, your mind foggy after being under his gaze for so long.
Of course, Charles had orchestrated a surprise birthday dinner with all your closest friends and family, despite your decision to cancel all birthday celebrations. As the evening unfolded, you found yourself stealing glances at him more and more frequently. He sat beside you, his hand resting on your thigh, and suddenly, the weight of the necklace around your neck felt heavier as the realization dawned upon you: you were in love with Charles Leclerc.
2023- December
Your friends were on the brink of insanity (more so than usual). The tension had reached new heights throughout the year, yet neither of you seemed to grasp the obvious.
Joris was tempted to dive off the yacht every time Charles not-so-subtly stole a glance at your ass, or vice versa. Meanwhile, Andrea found himself uncomfortably caught between your flirtatious gazes and the prolonged silences that followed. And as for your moms, they were simply tired of arriving at your houses only to find the two of you cuddled up together on the couch, fast asleep.
And yet, every time someone dared to ask, "Are you two more than friends?" The response was always a dismissive, "We're just friends." you brushed off any insinuation, insisting it was all normal behavior. But with each passing moment, it became increasingly evident that you were simply avoiding the truth.
God, please have mercy on them.
2024 â May, 26
After the celebrations subsided and the echoes of sobs and cheers faded into the night, you found yourselves back in Charles' home, seated beside him on the familiar comfort of his couch.
In the soft glow of a small desk lamp, the two of you sat in silence, each lost in your own thoughts. Tears stained your cheeks, remnants of the emotional rollercoaster of the day, while Charles' face was cleansed, washed free of any traces of tears.
âI wonâ he murmurs softly.
âYou wonâ you echo, your voices intertwining in the quiet of the room. "Are you heading out to celebrate?" you inquire, twirling your pasta absentmindedly.
"Yeah, I think so. Do you want to come with me?" he asks, his eyes hopeful, like a puppy waiting for you to accept.
"Only because it's Monaco," you reply playfully, rising from your seat and reaching for his empty plate.
He shadows your every move, a constant presence since the day he first met you. He stands by your side as you rinse the dishes and load them into the dishwasher.
"I know you want to do it, just go for it," you encourage him. And with those words, he begins to recount every detail of his race, starting from the very beginning. He recall the morning when he woke up to breakfast with you, his mom, and his brothers, though he conveniently leaves out the part about how breathtaking you looked in just a tank top and shorts.
You lean against the kitchen island, watching him talk, and memories flood back of all the times you've been in this exact position. Charles has evolved over the yearsâhis looks have changed, and he has matured in many ways. Yet, whenever he talks about racing with you, he reverts to being your Charles, brimming with passion and a light bright enough to illuminate the entire world.
Youâre well aware this isnât the first time youâve noticed, but Charles Leclerc has the most captivating eyes you've ever seen. Sometimes, they shimmer with a beautiful shade of green flecked with honey; at other times, they resemble the majestic blue of Niagara Falls. Regardless of their hue, you find yourself utterly mesmerized, able to admire them for hours, even days, lost in their beauty.
He makes you feel valued, seen, safe, and adored. You must have been staring at him for a while because he looks at you with a curious expression, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "You, okay?" he asks.
You can't resist anymore; you're done holding back. The next thing you know, your hands are gripping the collar of his shirt, pulling him towards you. Rising onto the balls of your feet, you meet his lips for the first time. He tastes of champagne and chocolate, so sweet and intoxicating that itâs instantly addictive.
There's something undeniably magical about kissing Charles Leclerc. Perhaps it's because it's your first time kissing each other after a long time of yearning, but it's mostly the way he kisses youâtenderly, frigid at the edges and with such care. It transports you back to high school, where every love felt like an explosion of giggles and butterflies in your stomach.
The tension in the room was palpable, thick enough to suffocate you both after you parted ways. Charles's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, his breath coming unevenly.
When you opened your eyes, you saw his cheeks flushed with a radiant pink, his eyes wide with surprise. Normally, you would have teased him for being so flustered, but a quick glance at his slightly parted lips made you cringe inwardly.
"Sorry," you offered weakly, your voice barely above a whisper as you attempted to escape the kitchen. However, his arms rested on the kitchen island, trapping you in place.
"Again," he said, almost breathless. "You caught me off guard." He swallowed hard, his nose now mere inches from yours. "I didnât do it right. Please, let me try again."
And who are you to deny him? You lean in, pressing your lips to his once more. This time, he isn't caught off guard. He steps closer, pulling you in tightly. The tips of your noses brush together, and you feel his hands slide to the back of your thighs, lifting you effortlessly to sit you on the kitchen island. He gently opens your legs and steps between them.
You gently push him back, whispering, "Wait," as you step off the island. His eyes widen with concern.
"Did I do something wrong?" You shake your head, offering a sheepish smile.
"No, not at all," you assure him. "Let's go to your room." He follows you without hesitation.
Charles short-circuits for a moment, watching you sit down on his bed. Sensing his hesitation, you stretch out a hand, pulling him closer. As he bends in front of you, you catch his lips with yours once more. He only needs a second before he regains control, responding with fervor, his movements sure and confident.
âGod, you are so pretty, I can't think straight,â he murmurs. You open your mouth to mock him, but he interrupts, parting your legs with his knees before kneeling between them.
âSo pretty,â he repeats, his voice low and reverent, as he massages your bare thighs with tender, his hands slipping under your skirt hiking the material higher âfuck beautiful you are so wetâ his fingers graze your soaking panties, drawing a gasp out of you, lithe fingers rubbing and pitching your clit through the thin fabric.
âFuckâ you whisper under your breath âCharles please.â Â Seeing you grow purely frustrated was utterly amusing to him. The way your eyebrows curl and furrow, jaw slightly tensing.
âTell me what you wantâ he commands, kissing all over your inner thighs. moving a thumb to press in between your folds against your panties.
After that his kisses got closer to where you craved him kissing at the outskirts of your panties, moving to lay the flat of his tongue against your clothed pussy just to feel you twitch under him.
âCharles please, need you toÂâ eat me outâ you huff out in a short singular breath. He lifted his head and began to peel your panties off of you sliding them all the way down your legs using his mouth.
âWhatever you want Angeâ he says in a low gruff. The moment he finally hovers his mouth over your sopping clit Charles gently strokes a thumb up and down opening you up to slowly create a single lick to make you whimper.
One taste and he was hooked, you tasted so fucking sweet on his tongue he was pushing forward tongue-first and nose- deep into you occasionally prod against your entrance. You slumped back against the bed, trying not to close your legs at him at this point.
âGod, ange, you taste so good," he murmurs, his breath hot against your folds. Just when you thought your situation couldn't get any more intense, he starts speaking into your pussy proving you wrong.
The room filled with the sounds of your overzealous moans and the noises Charles tongue made, sliding his tongue between your folds, sucking and nibbling âLook at herâ he breathes broken away from your cunt, watching the way you twitch for him to return his tongue to you. âHowâs it feels, ange?â You stare at him mesmerized as he spit on your pussy legs squirming a bit.
âGoodâ you gulp nearly choking on your own saliva.
âUhm just good?â his gaze flicks up to you. Catching you with such an expression of pure needs, His eyes hungry on yours as he tips his head to the side âtalk to me pretty girl.â Heâd tease, bringing a long suck towards your clit. You let off a moan once he playfully nibbles near that particular spot with his teeth.
Your lipâs part and a breathy sigh escapes you âpleaseâ your voice almost gone.
âCanât hear you amourâ he takes two fingers and presses them against your pussy lips before spreading them apart glancing down a pretty cobweb of his own spits and nice wad onto your pussy
âPlease Charlesâ Charles gives your cunt a sweet little kiss and he feels it start to hastily pulse from it. He knew you were getting close. âdonât be mean please.â
He looks innocently at you one finger finally starting to sink deep into you watching the way your cunt greedily swallows it. He lets out some breathy little sound as he slips a second finger into you, slow against your walls sliding in and out watching the sheer coat of your taste gather along his fingers.
Your back arches up off the bed as his fingers curl upward against your walls, feeling the way you squeeze around him âCharles I am gonna..Iâ his fingers increase in speed looking up at you while latching his lips to your clit again.
Charles swears you are the most perfect thing to ever grace his presence- head thrown back, eyes glossy moan after moan of his name leaving your bitten lips, and pussy making the obscenest sound every time he slides his fingers in you.
âYeah baby, there you go, you are sâclose, câmon ange give it to meâ he utters softly, tongue slipping out to swirl around your clit âLay it on me.â
His tongue darts around to the left of your clit and youâre moving your hand down to his hair to pull him closer âCha-ChaâŚ. too much, ah please,â you cry as your eyes meet his and you watch his pink tongue flick up and down over your clit. Heâs so fucking messy and itâs driving you over the edge.
âCum fâme- cum angeâ and there you are. Gasping, sputtering as he drags the orgasm out of you. Your head tosses back, and he continues to stroke you through it. âThatâs my girl you look so fuckinâ pretty messinâ my fingers.â
Hand departing from your pussy while you lay there panting, his body lifting and fingers dropping to get his pants off âNot done with you yet. I've been waiting to fuck you forever," he murmurs.
"You're going to miss the party," you gasp between heavy breaths, propping yourself up on your elbows.
âIâll be quickâ Any counterargument you might have had is swiftly cut off by Charles cock pressing in between your warm folds.
You arrive fashionably late at the party, almost surprised you made it at all. Charles's arm wraps snugly around your waist, his murmurs tickling your ear from time to time. Lorenzo shoots you a knowing grin from across the club, raising his glass in a silent toast, and you can't help but feel a flush of warmth spread through you.
"Finally grew the balls to confess," one of Charles's friends pats his back, and you chuckle, holding your cup between your lips.
He gazes at you in awe, taking the cup from your lips and replacing it with his own, planting a kiss on your nose before pulling away. "She kissed me first, for your information. Couldn't resist my charm," he says proudly to his friend, and you gasp indignantly.
The night ends in the blink of an eye, but as you wake up curled up in Charles's arms, you couldn't be happier. Gazing at his peaceful slumber, you admire the contours of his beautiful face, tracing each line with your finger.
"A picture would last longer," he says with a hoarse voice, eyes still closed as he pulls you closer.
"Ah, cockiness doesn't suit you, cĹur," you tease, burying your face in his chest, which rumbles with a steady laugh before you both drift back to sleep.
Formulamoons, please do not plagiarize, repost, translate to other sites, or recommend my content outside of Tumblr.
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader
Summary: where Y/N records her fiancĂŠ reciting lines from her 3 book boyfriends.
Warning: 18+ lines used, spelling and grammatical errors
A/N: Iâm also working on an alternative version where Y/N has no idea Charles has read her books and decides to recite the same lines to see how she reacts, let me know of you want that posted. This takes place in the same universe as The Drive Thru Test
Y/N has seen TikToks of couples doing this challenge so he has picked out three books, Throttled by Lauren Asher, Eleven Eleven by Micaela Smeltzer, and Camera Shy by Kay Cove.
âCharles, muĂąeco, Can you come here for a second?â Y/N called from their living room, the books lined up on the coffee table. Charles comes in from the kitchen.
âYes, Mon ange?â Charles asked.
âI have another TikTok challenge for us to try.â Y/N said. Charles playfully rolled his eyes and sat besides her on the couch.
âWhat is the challenge, Mon ange?â Charles asked. Y/N smiled.
âOkay so I have 3 books here, they are my favorite book boyfriends, thereâs Noah Slade, Finn Harvey, and Reid Astor Crawford, I personally love these books, but I want you to choose whatever lines from these 3 books and recite them.â Y/N asked. Charles picked up the Throttled book.
âYouâve read an F1 romance book?â Charles asked, flipping through the pages. âIs bandini supposed to be Ferrari? Have you read this thinking about me?â Charles kept asking questions.
âOkay so Iâm not the only one who fan casts you as Noah Slade, Iâve seen people make TikToks casting you as Noah, Lewis Hamilton is Jax, Carlos Sainz is Santiago, Iâve seen very mixed opinions about Liam, sometimes is Sebastian Vettel, others itâs Max VerstappenâŚâ Y/N was explaining but Charles cut her off.
âYou actually like this Noah guy?!? Heâs such an asshole in the beginning.â Charles said as he was reading the first few pages of the book. âI canât believe people imagine me as Noah.â Charles mumbled. âIâm a nice guy!â
âMuĂąeco, just pick a line, Iâll let you read the book after weâre done.â Y/N said,
âFine.â Charles said. It took Charles a few seconds to pick a perfect line. âOkay, I got it.â Charles cleared his throat. âIâm not like any of the guys youâve been with before. I May not be your first fuck, but I might as well be.â Charles said and Y/N started giggling. âWhatâs so funny, ma Belle?â
âNothing, itâs just youâre so cute, I canât imagine you saying this. But I must admit, your accent makes it hot.â Y/N confessed, kissing Charles. They broke away and Charles said the other line he has chosen.
âYouâre a naughty little thing.â Charles tried to say in a seductive matter and Y/N covered her face with her hands.
âOkay that was hot.â Y/N confessed and now it was Charlesâs turn to giggle.
âOkay this line is so stupid. âBut I fuck like an A-list porno.â I donât know what more shocking, that the author thought it was a good line, or that you actually like that, I see you blushing, Mon ange.â Charles said and Y/N just shook her head.
âI like the book! Also, lines like this work because it is fictional, if a real man tried to say this to me, I would laugh in their face. But again, I think your accent makes it acceptable.â Y/N said and Charles kissed her.
âOkay Iâm keeping this book, I need to know what people imagine me act like.â Charles said, getting off the couch to place Throttled in their bedroom on his side of the dresser. He came back, sitting next to Y/N, and chose the next book, Eleven Eleven. He was skimming until⌠âHE JUST TURNED 21?!?â Charles asked yelling. âSheâs 32, that feels illegal, Mon ange, come on.â
âIf you forget about the age, the way he is considerate, sweet, yet kinda cocky is such a turn on for me.â Y/N said.
âAm I competing with your book boyfriends?â Charles asked,
âIf you really had to askâŚâ Y/N muttered. Charles found the line he wanted to refute but first he wanted to have a heavy make out session so Y/N would have full effect of the line. He leaned in to kiss her, he slightly bites her lower lip to insert his tongue in her mouth, both tongues fighting for dominance, Y/N had her hands in his hair but Charles was the one to light pull on her hair, making her moan. They pulled away and Y/N was panting/breathing heavily. Charles had his hand on Y/Nâs inner thigh, rubbing lightly.
âDonât get shy on me now, not when my tongue has been all over this sweet pussy.â Charles said and Y/N just stared at him incredulously.
âI canât believe you got me hot and bothered just to say that line.â Y/N pouted and Charles laughed. âBut that line worked on me, canât lie.â Charles then cupped Y/Nâs face in his hands.
âNo man is ever going to make you feel this good. Not the way I can.â Charles said, ending the sentence in a cute little smirk.
âI thought I was going to cringe at some of the lines, but so far so good. Youâre doing great, mi vida.â Y/N said, giving Charles a quick peck before he picks up the last book. âI know a lot of people on GoodReads are not a fan but I really liked it, I related to Avery so much.â Y/N said with a pout and Charles faintly smiled while reading the first few pages.
âThis Mason guy is an asshole.â Charles said.
âI know! Like who dumps someone in their birthday?â Y/N said. Charles nods in agreement and starts skimming a few pages.
âHeâs a boudoir photographer?â Charles asked and Y/N nodded. âYou wanna do a photo shoot like that for me?â Charles asked suggestively.
âSure thing, muĂąeco, but youâre buying what you want me to wear for this photo shoot.â Y/N said and Charles kissed her temple, still skimming until he found the line.
âOkay, this is kinda long.â Charles cleared his throat and tried to make his voice sound a little deeper and raspy, and looks into Y/Nâs eyes. âYouâre not going to speak. Iâm going to talk to you. Iâm going to strip you down and point out all the things I love about your body. For 5 minutes, Lu are going to enjoy a man who you think fucks like a porn star, worshipping you.â Charles recited, not breaking eye contact. Y/N blushed and looked away.
âHow the hell did Avery not melt at that. It is official, you can make all these book lines sexy as fuck.â Y/N said and Charles chuckled.
âWell Iâm glad this is turning you one, Mon ange.â Charles said, he skimmed until he found another one. âIâm going to make you vocal during sex, Iâm going to have you screaming when you come, trust me.â He recited.
âMm, not as hot.â Y/N said.
âYeah, I agree, youâre already vocal during sex.â Charles commented and Y/N swatted his shoulder. âWhat? Youâre acting as if thatâs not the truth.â
âJust pick the next line, muĂąeco.â Y/N said.
âI bet youâre so fucking wet for me right now my tongue could go swimming, sweet girl.â Charles said in a raspy voice and Y/N covered her face.
âYou did not pick that.â Y/N said.
âBut I did. Mon ange, do you real,y enjoy ready these smutty books?â Charles asked.
âYes I do, I like a modern romance, the smut is a bonus. I find them entertaining though.â Y/N said.
âMm, should I buy you more books like this then?â Charles asked, pulling Y/N onto his lap so sheâs straddling him.
âIf you want to, of course.â Y/N said. Charles smiled before kissing her.
âIâm going to read Throttled when Iâm on the plane for my next race.â Charles said.
âOkay, let me know what you think.â Y/N said.
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charlesleclerc I discovered that Throttled by Lauren Asher is one of my fiancĂŠâs favorite books so Iâve been reading it and I have a few questions. 1, if Iâm Noah Slade despite actually being monegasque, does that mean Y/N is Maya even if sheâs Latina and not a Spaniard đ¤? 2, I know I am flirty but I am definitely not as flirty, forward, and cocky as Noah. And 3, Iâm a nice guys, a relationship guy, and a family guy, Noah was nothing like that in the beginning! Anyway, not finished yet but so far so good!
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user29 OMG HEâS READING IT!!!!!
user31 Y/N is my favorite WAG and now I have another reason
yourusername muĂąeco, you were supposed to call me with your thoughts on the book,
charlesleclerc well Iâm currently thinking we should recreate that scene in Milano, you want me to choose the restaurant.
yourusername đłđŤŁ
user35 LORD PERCEVAL!
pierregasly I think you broke the internet, mate
use56 PETITION TO CAST CHARLES AND Y/N AS NOAH AND MAYA FOR A THROTTLE MOVIE!
user23 yes!! Theyâre perfect
lewishamilton am i supposed to be this Jax guy?
carlossainz55 and me Santiago?
yourusername yes and yes, thatâs what TikTok says đ¤
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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...
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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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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
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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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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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.
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
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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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
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
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
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
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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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
(Part 5 coming soon )
I hope you guys liked it. Im sorry, itâs a bit shorter than habitually but im back.
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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
