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glamorizethechaos · 3 months ago

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Bruises Pt 2: Mass Casualties | Jack Abbot x Reader

Summary: When you find yourself in an abusive relationship, you never thought your attending Jack Abbot would become your protector and saving grace.

TW: domestic violence, addiction, alcohol, age gap relationship (reader is in late 20s & Jack is 49), fluff, thoughts of su!cide, mentions of not eating, vomiting, gun violence, violence against women, Jack beats ass, angst, eventual smut. Not beta read. Likely typos. Lmk if there is anything else!

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Omg TYSM for all the love on Part 1. I love you all.

& thank you to @lavenderdaisychain for helping me brainstorm a bit !!

"Wait, what?" you asked, following Jack down the stairs, struggling to keep up. For a guy with a prosthetic foot, he sure was fast. You protested all the way down the elevator; as you gathered your things, on the walk to the parking garage, but you still found yourself in the front seat of his truck. Your mind said one thing, yet your body said another. It was like he was a magnet, and no matter hard you tried, you could not fight the gravitational pull.

"You like Pearl Jam?" he asked, playing with the radio as the cars engine warmed up.

"Uh, yeah, they're okay."

"Well then who do you like?"

"Oh I dont know, lots of stuff..."

"Such as?"

"Pearl Jam is fine, Jack." You slumped back into the seat, your heart beating out of your chest at the situation you found yourself in. You weren’t entirely sure you’d make it to his house without vomiting.

Jack turned the music up a little bit, trying to cut the tension between you two.

“I just want to scream hello” he sang to himself as “Elderly Woman Behind the Counter in a Small Town” played quietly over the hum of the cars engine. You were a bit shocked, he actually had a nice voice. Smooth, soft and quiet. As the two of you drove, the lively crowded city streets of downtown Pittsburgh soon faded into the affluent suburbs of Upper St. Clair.

He pulled into the long driveway, and turned the engine off with a click. He watch as you studied his home, looking at the brick exterior and the perfectly landscaped lawn. You didn’t exactly know what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t something as charming at this. It looked homey and welcoming. You were so preoccupied, you didn’t even notice Jack hop out and walk around to the passenger side. He opened the door and offered you a hand.

Each step closer to the front door you felt more and more nauseous. Before stepping inside the mud room you swallowed the impending vomiting rising in your stomach. He sat down on the bench sat by the front door and removed his prosthetic. He groaned a bit as he massaged his sore stump before grabbing his crutches and making his way to the kitchen.

“When’s the last time you iced your eye?” He asked, pulling out a frozen bag of peas. He flipped on the TV to watch the reruns of the Pirates game. It was strange to see Jack in his natural habitat, moving around his home with ease.

“Uh not since yesterday morning.” Your phone buzzed with a call from Charlie, and you tried to silence it before Jack could notice.

“That Charlie?” He asked, his face almost turning a shade of crimson as the anger bubbled in his chest.

“No uh- just a scam call.” He knew you were lying again as he handed you the peas. You couldn’t get anything past him. Jack nodded and disappeared down his hallway only to come back with some sweatpants and a t-shirt.

"I can run you a shower and you can change into this. Unfortunately, my nightgown days are long behind me, so I hope you dont mind settling for these." he showed you the bathroom and set them on the sink.

"Nightgown? Im 28, not 82." you chuckled. "These are fine... thank you, Jack."

He stood there in the door frame staring at you, those damn hazel eyes always staring at you, into you. It wasn't until you raised your brow at him that he snapped out of his daze and excused himself. As you waited for the water to heat up you took the time to water the dying plant on the windowsill. He could crack a chest, crike a man under gunfire, and do a REBOA with his eyes shut, but couldn't keep a plant alive?

Before you knew it, you were snooping in his medicine cabinet. It was just typical first aid supplies- gauze pads, Neosporin, Advil, but what caught your eye was the bottle of oxy. You assumed it was for his injury and the pain that still lingered. However, the dust that collected on the lid made it safe to assume its been mostly untouched. Nevertheless, it didnt stop you from popping the lid off and pouring a few into your hand. The temptation was there. Just take them. Swallow them. You'll fall asleep and hopefully never wake up. Painless. But Jack- he would be the one to break down the door and find your lifeless body. You physically tried to shake the image from your mind as you quickly put the bottle back where you found it.

Climbing into the hot shower, the water stung your fresh wounds. You had been afraid to look at your back, you just knew it was bad. You weren't exactly sure what he beat you with, a cord of some sort. Each lash feeling like hot coals on your back. The way your scrub top rubbed against the raw flesh made your breath shake and words falter. You could wash away the dirt and grime of the day, but you could not wash away the feeling of Charlie's hands on your body.

As you hopped out you wrapped the towel loosely around your chest, not wanting to further irritate your back any further. Shutting your eyes you braced yourself for the mirror. Opening, your breath caught in your throat as you choked back a sob. One lesion in particular was red, hot, and weeping; sure sign of an infection, and you needed antibiotics before cellulitis set in. You raided his medicine cabinet one more time, looking high and low for something so you didnt have to ask Jack to write you a fucking prescription. You found some amoxicillin which didnt you much good since:

A. It was expired.

B. You were allergic.

When you exited the bathroom wearing Jacks baggy sweats, you found him camped out in the living room, his arm draped over the back of the couch.

"Hey," he said softly "Feeling any better? Figured you could take the bedroom and go get some sleep."

"I'm not letting you sleep on the couch. That cant be comfortable."

"I spent 3 tours sleeping in the middle of the desert. I think I'll manage." he furrowed his brow and sat up, flipping off the TV. "What's wrong?"

How the fuck did he know you so well? Was your poker face really that bad? Or could he just read your mind.

"Can you write me a script for antibiotics?"

"For what?"

"Just a little something on my back. Might be infected."

"Let me take a look" he said, patting the couch next to him, motioning you to sit down.

"It's in a really awkward spot, I'm just not sure I'm comfortable..."

Jacks face fell, his jaw clenching even tighter.

"How bad is it?" he asked, almost demanding an answer from you. You bit your lip, looking up at the ceiling to stop the tears that were rising in your eyes. He grabbed your hand, pulling you down next to him on the couch, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

"Umm," your voice began to shake, "It's not great. But I'm sure its not as bad as it looks. I mean- Charlie always says I'm a bit dramatic when it comes to my own health. Probably all the stuff we see at work, ya know?"

Jack cupped the side of your neck, his thumb moving back and forth across your cheek. The feeling nearly took your breath away, and you werent entirely sure you didnt let out a small gasp at his touch.

"If you want me to write a script, I need to see what I am treating. Can I please look at what is bothering you?" Jack was practically pleading. If he had not been studying your face, he'd have missed your subtle nod.

He began to talk you through it, his hands finding the bottom of your shirt- well, his shirt, gently pulling it away from your skin. He began to raise the shirt higher and higher as he exposed your back, covered in zig-zagged cuts that almost resembled a Pollock painting. When he reached the particular spot on your back- the spot you were worried about- his hands froze. He clenched his jaw so tightly that he thought his teeth would shatter.

“It doesn’t hurt nearly as bad as it looks…” you try and break the tension.

“This looks like the start of cellulitis. I think I have some amoxicillin in the medicine cabinet. I’ll be right back…” he stood up but you stopped him before he could get too far.

“I’m allergic… plus it’s expired. I already looked…” his frowned slightly at your admission. “I was hoping I’d find something so I wouldn’t have to show you. I’m sorry.” Jack shook his head assuring you it was okay, that he understood.

“What did he hit you with?” He asked, pulling up your shirt once more to see the damage. His fingers brushing delicately against your skin. You shrugged your shoulders, because again, you didn’t know what he used. What he used to lash you with, over and over and over again, like you were some animal. You can still hear the sound of it making contact with your skin, your eyes shut, begging, pleading, praying for it to stop.

Jack knelt in front of you, steadying himself by placing his hand firmly on your knee.

“I’m gonna run back to the hospital and get you some IV antibiotics and some lidocaine injections for your back. You rest…in the bedroom not the couch. And I’ll be back in an hour.”

“Jack you’re exhausted, I can go pick something up if you call it in.” He shook his head, putting his prosthetic back on. He pointed down the hallway to his bedroom before once again speaking, “rest. I mean it. You need to rest.”

After he left you made your way down the hallway. A few photos were on the wall. Childhood photos, one with his family after what you can only assume was basic training, and some artwork Robby’s daughter made for him. It was a portrait of Jack in his Army uniform, holding an American flag. She made note to draw an arrow pointing to the shortened leg and write in all caps “YOUR FAKE LEG.” You audibly chuckled at not only the drawing, but the fact he decided to frame it and hang it up.

Walking into his room felt you were traveling into some unknown territory. Somewhere you know you shouldn’t be. It felt taboo. Forbidden. Your stomach flipped as you sat at the edge of the bed, trying to figure out which side was his. Eventually you crawled under the covers, the pillows smelled like him- minus the hospital. Warm, cozy, and inviting. Your eyelids began to grow heavy as his scent lulled you to sleep.

Hours later you woke up in a cold sweat, your heart racing. Something was attached to your arm, and it took a few moments and the flick of the bedside lamp to realize it was an IV.

He started the IV when you were asleep? How didn’t you wake up?

You checked the IV bags and found an empty bag of antibiotics and an empty bag of saline. Poor Jack stayed up to change the IV bags for you. You checked the clock and it was 6:15. There were 35 missed calls and over 100 texts from Charlie.

"Where the fuck are you?"

"Called the hospital. They said you left."

"When you get home you are in for it."

"Stop being a fucking bitch and answer your phone."

"Come on baby, I miss you. Come home please?"

"You fucking cunt."

Walking down the hallway you found him asleep on the couch, hugging a pillow to his chest. You smiled at how peaceful he looked, but still somehow seemed to be on guard. He sat up quickly causing you to jump backwards.

“Shit,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Likewise…you gave me IV fluids?”

“Your lips were chapped, you’re dehydrated.”

“You’re a good stick, I didn’t even wake up.”

“Either that or you sleep like a brick.”

"Take the compliment, Jack."

Your phone buzzed again, another call from Charlie, and then a pound on the door. Did you ever turn off your location? Fuck. Jack stood quickly, ushering you back into the bedroom.

"Lock the door." he demanded before opening his gun safe, and pulling out his handgun. Your eyes widened as you crouched down beside his bed, away from the view of the door and windows. You tried to slow your breathing, but it felt as if all air has escaped your lungs. Your legs were shaking, your hands were tingling, and with each gasp of breath, your vision got more and more blurry. You saw stars. When Jack knocked on the door, you barely heard it.

"It was a pizza delivery man, wrong house, for the Hamiltons next door. You can open up." when you didnt answer, he knocked again but this time a little harder. "You okay?" He tried the handle once more before pressing his ear against the door. He heard your quiet sobs, and gasps as you struggled to catch your breath.

Your head began to fall forward as the darkness crept in. There were two loud bangs and suddenly you felt hands on you, scooping you up and laying you on the bed. You couldn't see, your eyes still glazed over with darkness.

"NO! NO! NO!" You began to scream, kick, hit, and scratch.

"No, no, its Jack. Take a deep breath for me. Slow your breathing for me, baby." he tried his best to restrain your trashing body. His words were fuzzy as the adrenaline and cortisol coursed through every inch of your body. A cold compress on your forehead made your entire body jolt. As Jack gently wiped away the perspiration it began to slowly bring to back down to earth.

"J-j-j-" your teeth chattered and eyes fluttered as he slowly shushed you.

"You're okay, I got you. You gotta slow your breathing for me." he placed his hand firmly on your stomach, his other still gently wiping the beads of sweat from your forehead and chest with the cold rag. "You gotta breathe with your diaphragm. Feel my hand? Make my hand go up and down, okay?"

He tried to ground you as you let out a slow, long, shaky breath. His hand rising and falling on your stomach.

"That's it, good girl." he whispered. "It's almost over."

You dont know how long it took you to come out of your panic attack, but suddenly you felt like you got hit by a bus. Jack standing over you as your body dripped with sweat, teeth still chattering.

"I'm- I'm s-" you tried to apologize as the room spun. Your eyes shut as Jack began to rub his hand across your hair.

"Shhh, shhh...its okay. Catch your breath." he whispered as he wiped away a tear that had fallen down your cheek. You let out a soft moan at his soft touch, causing his stomach to do a flip.

He came back with a glass of water and his backpack, pulling out a prescription bottle from the front pocket.

"I'm gonna give you something to relax. I take this when I...it'll help." Jack cleared his throat and pulled out a Klonopin. Helping you sit up, he held the glass to your lips.

He took out his pulse ox and put it on your finger, showing you that your oxygen saturation was 99%, assuring you that you were getting enough oxygen as you waited for your breathing to normalize. He took your blood pressure and checked your heart rate.

"BP is a bit low, 90/60. Your heart is compensating for that so your a little tachy at 125. But I got you, you're safe."

It took about 15 minutes for the Klonopin to lower your heart rate enough to feel like you could breathe again. You were exhausted, sore, and a sweaty mess. The door was broken off the hinges, splinters of wood strewn about the floor. When the reality of what happened began to sink in, you were mortified. He broke down the door. You head fell forward and he began to massage your shoulders that were still incredibly tense.

"I'm so sorry, Jack." the words came out muffled as your head was buried in your hands.

"Dont apologize..."

"But your door! I'll pay for a new one. I promise."

"Screw the door. I'm just glad you're okay. You scared me for a second."

Scared? Jack Abbot didnt get scared. This was the man who has been elbow deep in someone’s chest cavity performing internal chest compressions. The many who has done a thoracotomy under gunfire. The man who has quite literally lost his leg to an IED.

“I just thought that…”

“That it was him… I know. Look at me.” Jack took your face in his hands. “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you, understand? He’s not gonna hurt you anymore.”

As the medicine began to kick in, your body started to grow heavy against the pillow, eyelids fluttering.

“Lay with me until I fall asleep?” You asked in a sleepy delirium. Jack hesitated but crawled into bed next to you. He tested the waters to see how close he could get, inching closer and closer when you said, almost incoherently “I feel safe with you, Jack.” It was almost an invitation.

“I like keeping you safe.” He whispered into your neck, wrapping his arm around your midsection. He didn’t want to let you go, and as you drifted into a deep sleep, you melted deeper and deeper into him.

As morning broke, the suns rays shone through the cracks in his blackout curtains. He tightened his grasp around you as your stirred beneath him, his arm still tethering you to him. You felt puffs of air on the back of your neck, and you smiled to yourself at the sensation. The broken bedroom door snapped you back to reality; the reality of the night prior; the reality you were in Jacks arms and not your fiancés. You only remember bits pieces of the panic attack that consumed you, clouding your mind and judgement. Your body jolted which shook Jack awake.

“Hey, hey, hey, you okay?” He sat up quickly, his curly hair sticking in every which direction. God he looked absolutely perfect.

“We slept together?”

“I wouldn’t say it like that. You had a rough night and you asked me to lay with you. I must have fallen asleep.” This was unlike Jack. He didn’t sleep. Especially at night. He thrived in the darkness, sought comfort in it. Not to mention is circadian rhythm was totally fucked from working the night shift.

Jack got up and made some eggs, which you pushed around the plate with your fork.

"What you dont like my cooking?" he chuckled as he watched you frown at your plate.

"No, I dont have much of an appetite, probably from the antibiotics." In reality, you dont remember the last time you had a full meal. You had lost a considerable about of weight and Jack noticed, hell, everyone in the Pitt noticed. It wasn't something that was intentional, but you couldn't seem to stomach anything without a mouth watering gag. But you didnt want to seem rude, so you held your breath and took a bite. It wasn't until you swallowed that things turned sour. Your skin was soon cast with a green hue and you sprinted to the bathroom. Jack followed to find you with your head in the toilet, your stomach revolting against you from only one solitary bite. He held your hair back and you gagged and heaved, and then placed a cool rag on the back of your neck.

"I know I'm no Gordon Ramsay, but I didnt think my cooking was that bad." he joked as you wiped your mouth and slumped against the wall. Despite the circumstance, a chuckle managed to escape your lips.

Suddenly Jacks face fell and he quickly stood, using the bathroom sink to steady himself.

"Jack?" you called out to him, "Jack what wr-"

"Shhh" he whispered, signaling with his index finger to his lips.

"Shots fired, shots fired, Pittfest. Multiple victims."

His police scanner blared as police, fire, and EMS were dispatched to the scene.

"I gotta go. They'll all be going to The Pitt." he quickly threw on a scrub top that was probably still dirty from the night before.

"I'm going with you." you grabbed your things.

"No, you've got broken ribs, a broken face, and an infection. You're staying here."

"Jack." you repeated "I'm going with you. I'll triage, but I'm coming with you."

"Triage, thats it. Not traumas. Got it?" he grabbed his go-bag and the both of you sped out the door. The sirens blared as you inched closer to PTMC, the traffic and chaos already ensuing outside. Jack ran towards the ER like he was back in the army running towards gunfire. You set up your post in the ambulance bay with Shen and Ellis. People came by ambulance, police car, work vans, its was nothing you had ever seen before. Body after body, they just kept coming. Suddenly your heard a voice, and your blood ran cold.

"Hey!" it was Charlie, his face darkening as he saw you. "It's Jeff! He's been hit. You gotta save him." You leapt into the back of the pickup and felt for a pulse. When you didnt feel a thing, you screamed for a gurney and immediately started administering chest compressions. You could hear Jack's voice in the back of your mind with each thrust,

"Triage, thats it. Not traumas. Got it?"

You felt your own ribs cracking with each compression, the air nearly escaping from your lungs as you pushed through the pain. The cuts on your back that begun to close were now opening again. Jack was too busy with his hand in someones intestines that he didnt see you wheeled into Trauma 3, Charlie following. After 45 minutes, multiple rounds of epi, and 2 bags of O neg, you knew he had no chance. The bullet went straight through his heart, it was unsurvivable.

"Time of death.. 13:4-"

"Where the fuck have you been?" Charlie hissed.

"Charlie...I-I-"

"What the fuck are you doing? Why'd you stop? Go save him! Save Jeff!"

"I did all that I could, I'm so-"

"You fucking killed him!"

"Charlie, the injuries were too severe. There was nothing else I could do. The bullet hit his heart." he was taking slow steps towards you, until you finally hit the wall with a humpf. Before you knew it, his hands were around your throat. You tried to scream but nothing came out, no words, no screams, just silence. You frantically searched for the code blue button on the wall, kicking, pawing and scratching at him. He was trying to kill you, and he was succeeding. Your legs began to buckle beneath you as your airways were desperate for oxygen, your vision blurring as you saw stars. You clawed at his face, tried to pry his hands away from your neck, but thats when you felt the first crack. Your head slamming against the wall over and over before you were hit with an unknown force.

As you fell to the ground, gasping for air you heard Robby scream.

"STOP IT JACK!"

Dana rushed to your side as you started to become more coherent, the reality of what just happened sinking in.

"I'm fine, Dana. They need you out there." Your voice was hoarse, you could feel the warm blood soaking the back of your head. Your nose began to run.

But with each passing second you begin to deteriorate.

"No, you need me in here. I'm not going anywhere." she started to assess you, but the sound of Jacks fists hitting Charlies face were deafening, both of your heads were turned in his direction.

"YOU SON OF A" a punch landed across his face "FUCKING" and another "BITCH" and another. You held your breath as blood splattered across the cold tile floor.

"ENOUGH JACK, HE'S OUT! HE'S OUT! YOU'RE GONNA KILL HIM!" Robby tried being the voice of reason and finally got a firm grip on him, yanking him backwards. Not before Jack got in one last kick, his titanium prosthetic shattering Charlies jaw.

"You touch her again," Jacks spit, he panted as his chest heaved with each ragged breath, "You touch her again and I'll finish the fucking job." He looked down at his bloody hands, his knuckles already beginning to swell.

Robby knelt down to check for a pulse on Charlie, not entire sure that Jack didnt kill the man. He cant say he would have lost sleep over it if he did. As he pressed against his carotid, he felt the mans jaw shift, it had been completely eviscerate. His pulse was faint but it was there.

"J-j-" you tried to call out to him, your head laying in Dana's lap. You looked so small and helpless lying there on the floor. Your pupils were fixed and dilated and you kept wiping your nose.

What kept coming out of your nose? You asked yourself.

"She is leaking cerebrospinal fluid, Jack..." Dana looked up in worry. "She has a probable basal skull fracture. We need CT immediately."

"CT is backed up for hours." Robby muttered "They'll want t-"

"Like fuck it is." Jack hissed, and without hesitation, he scooped you up. No gurney, no wheelchair, just holding you in his arms.

Dana and Robby called out to him but he began to almost run to radiology, holding you tight against his chest. You felt his uneven gait become more and more uneven as he walked faster and faster.

The bruising on your face already began to show up under your eyes. You groaned as the artificial lights blinded your eyes. You tried to hold your head up but the weight was too heavy.

“Stay awake for me, baby. Let me see those pretty eyes, okay?”

“It hurts” you cried out. Everything hurt. Your eyes fluttered open.

“There she is. There’s my pretty girl” Jack smiled.

When he reached radiology, and he called for Maxine, everything went black.

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norcigs · 2 months ago

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TEACH YOU

synop: rough jealous sex! very little plot, mostly just p0rn

warnings: charles is pretty mean, pnv, creampie, face fucking, use of slut, bitch, whore, toy and more.. dom charels, sub reader, spankings!, lot of degrading, some praise, aftercare!!!!

🛁: 4.8K words

you were being bratty. you knew that, you saw the way his jaw locked in place and eyes cut over you. you were pushing the line, and not letting up. charles hooked his pointer fingers in your belt loops on either side, pulling you flush against him. whispering something before he kissed the top of your head.

“if you keep acting like a whore, i'm gonna start treating you like one” he leaned into your ear, before he planted a punctuated kiss to your head, for any onlookers to be fooled by the intimacy.

did he think purring in your ear like that was gonna have you backing off?.. it only made you want it more. thighs clenching as you looked up at him with big wet eyes.

“what do you mean baby” you asked, as your voice towed the line between peace and war. batting your eyelashes, begging him to crack, to show a hint of the blaze behind his sugarsweet exterior.

unfortunately for you, charles didn't need much convincing. hand reaching around your jaw, gently, but demanding. jerking your gaze back onto him, as he pulled you in closer.

“dont act fucking dumb with me” his tone was laced with venom, as warmth spread from your crotch. he moved his hand to rest at the small of your back. not speaking, but still telling you, stay.

the party roared around you, your short red dress, floating against you. charlie's white shirt, wrinkled and top button undone now. people danced and shouted, but there was a stillness around you both. charles, all but twitching, as he waited for you to place the final straw. he could tell you whatever he wanted, praise you, degrade you, anything to make you act right. but both of you knew your mind was made up. you wanted to be taught a lesson, and he was just the guy to teach it. a guy walked toward you, definitely drunk, but carrying a cockiness that made him insufferable.

“hey pretty lady, is this guy your boyfriend” he slurred. charles' hand was still resting on your back. you leaned into him like he was familiar. his hand locked around your side, claiming. eyes darting to you, knowing before you responded, that you were not going to pass up an opportunity to piss him off.

“depends who’s asking” you responded, more for charles than anyone else. the answer was a resounding yes. the hickey he left on your ribcage last night, and the thin silver 16 necklace around your neck was proof enough. charles was your boyfriend, you belonged to him. no amount of teasing or flirting would change that.

the drunk guy took your response as an invitation. his hand raised towards yours, in an act to maybe pull you away. your hand didn't move to him. that wasn’t the game you were playing. charles’ hands dragged from behind you, around to rest on your stomach, encapsulating you. he leaned over your shoulder to speak to the man. hands only keeping you more flush to him. you rolled your hips against him, just in case you weren't already in enough trouble.

“trust me mate, you couldn't handle her” he told the guy, smirking like he had already won. really, he had. you two had an unspoken understanding of what it meant when you acted like this. it was never a betrayal of trust, nor an excuse for you to stray from him. sometimes, you just wanted him to fuck you with the possesion and boiled-blood only this behavior gave him. as the drunk walked away, not daring to tempt your boyfriend again, he dropped his head to your ear, kissing behind it.

“follow me to the car, dont say a fucking word until i ask you too,” he seperated from you, quickly spinning on his heels and walking out. his weight against your back missing made you feel hollow, and gave you an itch only he could scratch.

he didn't turn around, didn't wait for you, didn't slow a step. he walked to the car and sat in the driver’s seat. your heels clicked behind him as you tried to match his longer stride. he started the car without opening your door, or even glancing towards you. for a split second, you thought he might drive off and leave you there, wet and wanting.

when you sat down, dress riding to just below your crotch, you leaned toward him. warm hands wrapping around his bicep, needing to touch him. you pulled your face to his arm, kissing the top of it, sweetly. eyes staring up at him like he was heaven.

“sit still and dont touch me” he said, short, as he peeled your hands off himself. dropping your hands back to your lap, he finished “bad girls like you have to be punished”. his hand snaked around the back of your neck, as he found a grip that made you complacent to how he turned you. twisting you to look right up at him

“do you understand that, slut?” his eyes were dark as he searched your entire face for any glimpse of hesitation. unsurprisingly, he was met with your mouth parting, eager, and your head nodding hard enough to bounce your breasts.

the ride home consisted of you pushing your hips into the seat, and doing anything for charles' attention. pouting and whining when his gazed stayed straight forward, unimpressed by your begging.

parking the car in your driveway, he got out and muttered a quick “follow” to you. you listened, desperate to get inside so maybe he would finally touch you. he continued up the stairs toward your bedroom, as you turned to lock the front door and scurry up with him.

“baby, are you upset with me, i didn't mean–” regret pooled in your throat as charles had never used the silent treatment after you teased him. usually, he would take you to the club bathroom and turn you into mush as he ruined you. ruthless, fast, and mean. but this was different, this was calculated.

“didn't mean to what?” he cut you off as you stepped into the bedroom behind him. “didnt mean to act like some cheap fuck for any guy who stared at you?” he scoffed. “it seemed pretty intentional to me baby, and now you have some apologizing to do” he finished as he stepped towards you, closing the door behind you and keeping you surrounded against the wall.

he put both his hands around your neck and pulled you into a kiss. controlled by your throat, you had no say in how he kissed you. taking whatever he gave you, as your head had already started to go a little fuzzy. one hand moved to the back of your head, hand fisting your hair before he was pulling you down. he leaned over as you landed on your knees.

“been running this fucking mouth all night, gonna show you what it’s really good for” he told you, hand reaching to his belt, unbuckling himself. ripping down his black slacks, and pulling you up enough to be level with his cock.

he kept one hand in your hair, and used the other to free himself. moaning as you made eye contact with his cock. his grip hurt, but your mouth was watering. it was big, and heavy, and he popped it against your chin with force.

“open bitch,” your jaw slacked as he didn't waste a second before filling your throat with his length. your throat was wet and greedy, sucking instantly. he grunted as he angled his hips to fit fully inside you. you were gagging around him, tears already stinging your waterline.

“is this what you wanted? wanted my dick as close to your brain as possible? so it could teach you your fucking place?” he mocked you, as he used his hands to pull your head on and off his cock– using you like a toy.

he laid the back of your head against the edge of the bed, lifting a foot to be level so he could pump himself down you with more force. hips snapping back and forth, his tip bruising a place in your throat you didn't know existed.

you clenched your hands and thighs together. staring up at him as he took what he wanted from you. tall and strong, head tilted back like he was in another world. his hands wrapped around your head, guiding you, felt oddly gentle now. your cunt leaking as you thought about how safe you were. he could be as rough as he wanted, you could fall apart for him completely, and the whole time you would never have to worry, it was still your charlie. your throat relaxed as you thought about how much you loved him.

“thats my girl, just let me use you” his head was still tipped back, but the way his dick was twitching you knew he was close. your tongue started doing what little it could to make it feel better for him. licking and suctioning anytime you could while he fucked your throat for just his pleasure. his mouth parted as noises fell softly from him.

your hands raised to his, his eyes shot back down to you at the softer touch. your doe eyes looking up at him like he was everything. he let his hands go from where he was using them to fuck your face, as you gently guided them back. you continued sucking him at the pace he had set. too hard, and too deep for how you usually liked it. but it was driving him crazy so you weren't going to stop now.

“fucking slut-” his words were long, drawn out like moans. “my fucking slut– all mine, you belong to me” his hands clasped behind his back as he only bucked softly into your begging throat, while you did the rest of the work for him. stood towering above you, like a statue, as you knelt before him, like something to be owned.

he grunted and bit his lip as hard as he could. his hips snapped forward as he kept his eyes trained down onto yours. you felt his whole length twitch before wet hot spurts were coating your throat. his hand reached back around to rest on the top of your head. he slowed your pace, only letting you bob gently, as he worked through his high. eyes shutting, lost in the moment. he blinked them back open to see you still staring at him wide-eyed, with your hands on his thighs keeping his cock as deep as possible. lips puckered perfectly around his length like you were made for it. pleasure surged back through him, sending a shiver down his spine. one last rope hit the roof of your mouth, before he was pulling you off completely.

spit connected his cock to your mouth until you pulled away far enough for the strands to break. you sat back on your ankles, gazing up at him, drunk in love and lust. he sat on the edge of the bed, and used the back of your head to guide your mouth to his. kissing you gently, like even after that, he could break you. the kiss held an unspoken tenderness, one that said, i love you and i trust you.

he grabbed your arms and guided you to crawl up to him, then adjusting to pull on your waist to help you up higher. the kiss began to blur from sweet promises to heated passion. he held your weight as you sat above him, straddling his waist. the kiss was messy now, teeth clacking and spit still resting on your chin. his hand found its way back to your scalp, clenching a fistful and pulling your head down. breaking your lips apart, and exposing your neck. his lips found your sensitive spots instantly.

“should leave dark marks on you hm?” he questioned between kisses, “so people can see what a nasty girl you are?” he continued as his fingers found their way to your still covered core. “parade you around the paddock? my pretty little girlfriend, who just lets me use her like a fleshlight? is that what you want, baby?” he finished, mocking, looking at you with the same stupid innocence you gave him earlier tonight.

you were whining into him now. the need to be fucked out weighing any attitude you had left.

“tell me what you want” he whispered against your skin, taunting you. you curled into him, getting any amount of closeness and friction you could.

“you charli, want you” you pouted and looked at him with gentle desperation. his hand wrapped back around your throat and pulled your lips just millimeters from his.

“dont use that sweet little name, i told you what happens to whores like you. you wanted this” his voice was sharp, hands rough against you. but somehow, his eyes were still so caring. you nodded pathetically as you dropped your head to his shoulder. he pulled the thin straps of your dress off your shoulders. letting it drape around you and lifting your tits out from behind the fabric. he pulled the bottom of the dress up to rest around your waist. your garment bunched into a belt now, he didnt bother pulling it all the way off of you.

your panties showed as he exposed you to him, red lace, breath leaving his mouth before he could catch it at the sight of you. pulling them to the side, he ran his fingers through your folds, never filling the emptiness.

“soaking fucking wet and i havent even touched you yet” he told you as your cheeks flushed. “does sucking my dick really get you this hot, bitch? or do you just like pissing me off?” you wanted to respond, wanted to shave a little cockiness off of him. but as you opened your mouth to retort, he dipped his fingers inside you. all that fell from your plush lips was an uncontrolled moan.

“yeah? you got something to say?” your hips were rolling, shaking your head no, as you didn't dare do anything to make him want to take his fingers out. riding him, leaking on his fingers, as he was barely one knuckle deep inside of you.

“all fours” was all he said as he lifted you to the spot of the bed next to him. knees resting right on the edge of the bed, back arching as you rested on your elbows. he stood behind you, feeling his warmth and stature radiating against your skin with the close proximity. he stared at your heat as you clenched around nothing, waiting. pushing your hips back as it ached to be so empty.

he slapped your ass, the sharp sting shooting through you as his hand soothed the red mark. you bit your lip, trying to keep yourself quiet, failing. the flash of pain returning as he reddened the other cheek.

“how many do you think you deserve, baby?” he stepped closer to you, dick standing straight up and bumping against your clit. his voice was tempting you, basking in the pleasure he got from making you choose your punishment.

“five, five charles please” you said as you struggled to even keep yourself on your elbows. fists clenching around any bedding they could as you desperately tried to keep yourself from falling apart. the slapping noise was louder this time, so was the strangled moan it pulled from you. it hurt more, longer, hitting the same spot he had before. his hand did what it could to soothe you, rub the pain away. but as his left hand connected harshly with the opposite side of your ass again, your moan was unmistakably pained. stinging and sharp, a softer moan following as he gripped the skin of your butt tight.

“taking your spankings so well, being so good for me” he praised you, knowing just when you needed it. keeping you stupid, and rutting against his dick. “can you take your last one honey?” he asked you, voice tender now. he was really asking, you could say no, you knew you could. beg for mercy and he would give it to you, no further questions. he would continue passed it, not letting it ruin the moment if you couldn't. never wanting to hurt you anymore than you asked him to.

“please” was all you muttered as you arched your butt further up to him. the cutting sound and pain followed, softer this time. not noticeably, not unless you really knew charles.

“thats my girl, shh, i know baby” he coaxed you. his hands rubbed at your skin gently. your moans were more sobbish now as the pain slowly weakened against your burning ass.

he grabbed your waist, demanding, controlling, pulling you flush against his front. your cunt parted as his dick made room for itself. separating you, but not filling you. raising your hips ever so slightly so your clit would grind against the veins of his length.

“tell me what you need, tell me who you need, slut” his voice was a ragged whisper. your whole body burned. heat radiating off of you from the inside out. the rush of dopamine feeling overwhelming. your head was spinning as you kept wrecked cries from leaving your mouth. you felt it start to hurt. the emptiness, the need, the want, the itch that covered every part of your skin he didn't touch.

“you– ple– please fuck me” tears streamed down your face as you lost control. it was overpowering. you wanted to turn around, fall to your knees, and cry for his dick. you wanted to tell him you couldn't live without it for one more second. every nerve in your body alight as he hummed softly to you.

he pulled back from you, separating just barely. you felt your throat open, ready to sob, before you could he plunged his cock into you, bottoming out immediately. the noise that was pushed from you was one of pleasure, or relief. they were so blurred together you couldn't tell the difference. he stayed still, for just a moment. a breath long enough for you to adjust, prepare. then he pulled halfway out and snapped his hips back against you with force.

you extended your arms, not capable of staying stable on your elbows. pushing your own face down into the mattress. this time, he used his hands to push your form forward, his tip just barely feeling the cold air before he pulled you back, rough.

the noises were perfectly disgusting. the wetness of your cunt squelching around him. the clap of your hips reconnecting. the way you moaned, charles would describe it as fucking angelic. him grunting behind you as your pussy sucked his cock like it needed it.

completely arched down, charles moved his hands to rest more on your lower back and hips. he used you for leverage. you held a majority of his weight as he pulled his cock and bottomed out with speed and strength. the rhythm was blistering. fast, hard, fucking, not making love. it would hurt tomorrow, but it felt too good to think about that right now. hell, you wanted it to hurt tomorrow.

“who’s pussy is this” he asked you, trying to hold back the purrs that threatened to fall from his own mouth. he moved his hand to the back of your head, turning you to look sideways. you could see him now, just out of the corner of your eye. he could see your face, see just how gone you were. smiling as you faded in and out of reality, thinking solely about his cock pumping in and out of you. his words finally made their way into your fuzzy head.

“is y-yours, always yu-rs” you slurred, eyes rolling gently as you let it all go. charlie wasn't sure if that went more to his dick or his heart. either way, he was now completely focused on making you cum around him. still using your arched back as leverage, he kept rutting into you relentlessly.

he angled his hips just slightly, perfectly adjusting for his tip to land right on the spot that makes you– you were screaming into the mattress. walls fluttering around him like his dick was made to fill you. knocking against the spot that drove you crazy, he watched as everything else left. all that was in your pretty little head was him, his dick, and pleasure.

you clenched around him so tight, it was making it hard to pull out. your cunt was pulling him in, and keeping him held there. he used his hold on your hips to pull and push you onto him. it helped with the movement, but the suction your hole had around him was maddening.

you bounced back and forth at charles’ mercy now. your body was limp, moldable to whatever he wanted. like the only muscle you had left was your tight fucking cunt. every part of you shook as he all but ragdolled you against him.

you opened your mouth to speak, to warn him. but the way you were gushing and clenching around him– he knew you all too well. his tip punished your sweetest spot. a bundle of nerves so deep inside you, somewhere only he could touch.

“i know baby, cum for me, show me how pretty you are when you fall apart” he told you. not needing you to waste any amount of thought on telling him what he already knew.

you tipped over the edge, as he collided with you again, deep and hard, he watched as you found the top of the climax. he couldn't help himself. pulling his hand back and spanking you one more time. the noise was harsh as the sweat on you and his hand aided it. the pain sent you tumbling off the peak before you had any say in it.

your eyes squeezed shut as every muscle in your body lit on fire, clenching up and relaxing entirely. your vision went hot and white behind your eyelids. your ears rang and your mouth dried up. like all of your other senses had shut off completely. like you were controlled entirely by your cunt, and by charles fucking in and out of you.

his thrusts were shallower now, gentler. he worked you through it. feeling the pleasure pour through you when he brushed against the spot he had been bruising. he tried– really tried, not to finish until he milked every drop of pleasure out of your orgasm. but the way your pussy was begging him to fill you, he couldn't deny it any longer.

you felt the surge of warm, stickiness coat your insides. another wave of pleasure washing over you without warning. like charles finishing sent an entire other orgasm crashing through you. you shouted his name like it was the only thing you could remember.

as euphoria drenched all of him, he kept rocking you back on him, coaxing you both. skin buzzing, brain fuzzy, you lazily fucked against him to take everything he had to give you. slowly, you both came down, as charles pumped into you a few more times. the remaining pieces of your orgasm raked through you, sending shivers to different parts of you, until his cock had rubbed every itching nerve satisfied.

your walls squeezed him barely as he left his length inside you while you both caught your breath. his hands were soft now, distinctly different from just moments ago. he leaned over you fully, letting his weight comfort you, ground you, pull you back to reality. brushing your hair to the side and kissing your shoulder so sweetly you could taste it.

“that’s it pretty girl, did so good for me” he whispered in your ear from behind you. hand rubbing and squeezing your sides. “took me so well, made me so proud” he continued as you finally found the strength to raise your eyelids. you blinked, heavy and slow, as a whine escaped you. his cock resting against bundles of nerves that felt overstimulated now. even as he was softening, he was still too big for your aching pussy.

“you ready?” he asked you. genuine, eyes searching. he didn't want to pull out abruptly, didn't want to empty you until you were ready. until you had come down enough to decide when his missing member wouldn't hurt more than it filling you.

“mhm” was all you had in you, as your tight suction relaxed and loosened around him. he dragged out gently, both of you mushy and softening. he rolled you over on your back, as delicate as you imagined an angel might. he returned to laying on you, giving just the right amount of weight to ground you but not overwhelm you.

he tucked his head into your neck, smiling against your soft skin. light kisses scattered across the area and trailing to your collar bones. you watched him, lazy. eyes full of love, admiration, and most importantly, trust.

“i love you” you told him, dreamy and blurred. his heart swelled as he pulled back to look at you. how beautiful you looked now, messy and taken. every inch of you was soft and longing to be held. an ache opened in his chest as he watched you. his beautiful girl.

“i love you, doll” he responded, accent heavy as the tiredness set in. “wanna shower? or just wipe off?” he questioned, not wanting to push you past where you wanted to be.

“jus sleep” you said as he smiled at you, so in love. he wanted you to be relaxed and comfortable. but he cared too much about you to let you go to sleep like this. he kissed you once more, soft, spit connecting you both as he pulled away.

deciding for you, he stumbled to the bathroom and ran a washcloth under cool water. grabbing a dry towel as well. he returned to you, pouty, missing him. he grabbed your pjs, something comfy, light and loose.

something between protective, nurturing, and caring flushed charles skin as he knelt down to clean you up. you were exhausted, half asleep as he pulled you to sit up. using the dry towel to wipe your skin down, taking precaution not to be too harsh with the rough towel. he knelt down to your most intimate area, still radiating heat.

“this is gonna be a little cold, bubba, ill be quick” he said as he separated your knees and kissed the inside of your thigh. hissing as he used the wet rag to wipe your leaking and sore pussy. wiping you clean like you were a piece of fine art. detailed and delicate.

he pulled your panties up, cute pink ones with a little bow on the front, soft and silky as to not irritate your skin anymore. pulling his tshirt over your head, you giggled to each other as your arm got caught in the wrong hole.

throwing on a pair of shorts and using the dry towel to wipe himself down, not at all minding your sweat mixing with his. he was finally able to crawl into bed with you. you were very sleepy, lulling into a drowsy state each time charlie looked away from you.

he pulled your form up to his, laying your head on his chest and pulling your knee to have your leg over him as well. his thumbs drew light patterns and shapes on your thigh, as he pulled the covers over you and let you sink into his comfort.

“you okay baby?” he asked you, you didn't need to talk much. he just wanted to be extra sure you were as happy with tonight as he was.

“better than okay, you're pretty good in bed” you joked, tired, but cheeky. he laughed, honestly. mainly it was air escaping his nose, but his smile was big and you could see the white flash through the dark.

“i love you baby” he told you as your breathing slowed. he repeated it a few more times as you fell softly into the embrace of sleep. when you were drifted off entirely, he allowed himself to follow you. eyes heavy as the sound of your heartbeat was echoing around his head, as if it were his own.

#i have no excuses #this is just filth honestly #i would ask for forgiveness but ik u guys are whores too tehe #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc #charles leclerc smut #cl16 x reader #cl16 imagine #cl16 #cl16 smut

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nightmare-niko · 11 months ago

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Pretty When You Cry [Father Charlie Mayhew x reader]

pt. 2

Word Count: 1916

Warnings: manhandling, kinda munch! Charlie, one slap, mean! Dom Charlie, blasphemy (they fuck in the church😬)

A/N: not my gifs! I have the originals reblogged on my page😘 this was actually already being written and then I got an anon request for basically exactly what I was already writing!! Hope ya like it hehe 🙃 i also dont really ever write like this kind of smut so i hope i did good!!

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You weren't a religious person by any means. But staying the night at your parents had you up early, trying to find the most church-appropriate outfit. of course, your parents failed to tell you that they were planning on bringing you along to church. Your skirt was a bit too short. But it is not like you had room to complain with such short notice!

You remember going to high school with Father Charlie— or as you knew him Charlie. The two of you didn't run with the same crowds-- but you knew each other.

Now, here you were. Paying no attention to the words coming from his mouth and all attention to how good he looked. Damn-- maybe you should have shot your shot years ago when he was a personal trainer.

As you watched him at the head of the room, you allowed your mind to wander.

One extremely long and boring sermon later, you stand awkwardly behind your parents as they talk to what Seems like every member of the church. God how you regret agreeing to come-- It's not like you knew anyone here- none of your friends went to church. But here you were, being judged by middle-aged churchgoers. How fun.

The sound of your name being called catches your attention.

You whip your head around to the noise, "Father Charlie!" The name is unnatural as it falls from your lips. You quickly look at your parents- too engrossed in a conversation. “It's been a while!" You awkwardly step closer to the man.

He hums, "It has been, hasn't it? The first time in the church as well.”

“Well, you know...” You gesture back to your parents.

"I'm assuming this wasn't on your schedule.” He looks you up and down, “Given your attire.”

You gasp sharply, heat rising to your face as you pathetically try to pull your skirt down. "I-uh,” you try to think of an excuse, "I didn't pack any pants..." You lie-- lying in a church is one thing but to the priest?

If Charlie sensed your lie he didn't comment on it. "Well, I hope you enjoyed today's sermon.”

"I did!" You lie again, a little too enthusiastically.

Charlie narrows his eyes at you, "You weren't paying attention, were you?" His voice is playful.

"No, I was not," You quickly confess.

He laughs, you have to fight to not stare shamefully at his beautiful face for too long. "That's odd— because when I looked at you, you looked very focused," He teases.

“I wasn't paying attention to your voice. Just your fa-" you stop in your tracks. Utterly petrified at the situation you have just found yourself in. His eyebrows raise in surprise at your slip-up. “I mean I didn't even know that you could see me in that crowd-- I-I- just figured that-”

“That every time we locked eyes it wasn't on purpose?” he finishes your thought.

You nod pathetically, your shoes suddenly extremely interesting.

Charlie takes a step towards you, the proximity making you look up at the man. Has he always been that tall? "I want you to go into my office and wait for me.” His voice is a seductive tone you have never heard him use before. It sends a shiver down your spine.

“But what about my parents?” you ask, voice just above a whisper.

“Dont worry about them,” he assures before walking away. Leaving you standing alone— stunned.

To say you were terrified was an understatement. Sure, you weren't in any danger-- at least you didn't think so. What exactly had you gotten yourself into? Here you sat, in a priest's office. Surrounded by biblical Imagery. And you were 99% Sure you were soaked through your cotton panties, you didn't care. No one but you was going to know... right?

Five minutes turned to ten. You sat anxiously in the chair across from Charlie's desk. A clock on the wall ticked away obnoxiously. You had figured when you walked in it would take him a while for him to return. how long should you wait? Has he forgotten that you were sitting in his office, impatiently waiting? You didn't dare to snoop, or even scroll on your phone. Charlie said to wait for him, and that's what you would do.

For thirty minutes you're alone in that office. you straighten your posture when you hear the clicks of Charlie’s boots nearing. The sound of the door opening makes you flinch pathetically. You don't dare turn around. Eyes glued on the desk in front of you.

Charlie is silent as he moves around behind you. Your pulse pounds in your throat at the anticipation.

“You seem nervous.” You tense at his voice, still refusing to turn around and face the man.

You try to swallow the lump in your throat, “I am nervous, Father.” You press your thighs together in an atempt to find some sort of relief to your throbbing center.

He groans quietly from behind you, “look at me.”

Like a magnet your head whips around to look at the man. His sharp gaze made your breath hitch. You felt hazy as he stepped towards you. Your eyes locked on his as he comes to stand right in front of you. Your breath quickens when he captures your chin in between his thumb and pointer finger.

Charlies predatory gaze on you deepens, his lips curling into a smirk, "you--" he rubs the lipstick on your mouth, smudging it. "Are such a pretty mess for me, darling.”

You bat your eyelashes up at him, “I don't know what you mean, Father.”

He grips the sides of your face harshly, cheeks smushing together into a pout. “Showing up to my church dressed like a slut—” he spits, “shamlessly eyefucking me the whole time like you were the only one in the room.”

You whimper at his words— he was right of course. But that didn't stop your face from flushing in embarrassment.

“Now look at you. Slut. Sitting before me like a doe as if you didn’t wait in my office hoping I would come in here and fuck you like the whore that you are.”

You moan shamelessly when he lets go of your face, while your whole body was screaming at you to submit to the man before you. You could help but push his buttons just a little bit further.

“You know for a priest you sure do have a filthy mouth—” His eyes narrow on you as you speak. “im such a slut but here you are hard in your pants over a damn mini skirt.” If looks could kill, you’d surely be dead. You needed more.

You open your mouth to speak again. But before you could even get a sound out, Charlie strikes his large hand across your cheek. You moan again, “fuck!”

Wordlessly, he turns to the desk before you. You watch curiously as he haphazardly pushes the clutter on his desk onto the floor. Your hands tremble in anticipation as you watch him bound towards you. He effortlessly picks you up from the chair you sat on, as if a reflex you cross you’d ankles behind his back as his hands greedily grip your thighs and ass.

He gently places you on the recently cleared off desk. A stark contrast to the way he effortlessly hoisted you from your seat. You attempt to grind down in the wooden desk under you for some kind of stimulation, but Charlie’s grip stops you.

“So impatient,” he purrs. He captures your lips in a quick, gentle kiss. You whine at the loss of him, but you don’t have to worry for long as his hands greedily grasps at your skirt, tearing at your legs. He leaves you with one last opened mouth kiss as he begins to trail wet kisses down your neck.

He mumbles something you can’t quite hear. But you don’t really care when he sinks to his knees, his strong hands prying your legs open. He trails more kisses to your inner thigh all the way up to your core. He licks a stripe over your soaked through panties, your legs try to close but his hands are holding your thighs open. His eyes lock on yours as he pulls them down your legs, the speed agonizing as you whimper. In a second his lips are back on you, his wet kisses up your thighs driving you mad.

“Charlie,” You thread your hand through his hair as he bites and licks at your heat like a starved man.

He mumbles a quick “no,” as he pulls away from you. His chin slicked and shiny from you. The scene is pornographic, if you had a camera you’d take a picture. He fumbles with his belt buckle and throws it to the side, the metal clanking to the floor loudly. You shamelessly stare as he stands back up, towering over you again he gets close enough that you feel his breath on your face.

“Look at you,” he tuts. You lurch forward— pulling him into a greedy, filthy kiss. When he moans into your mouth it’s the most heavenly sound you’ve ever heard. Pushing you back into the desk, once again he’s muttering something, a prayer. You paw at his zipper and he lazily watches you has you pull out his angry cock.

“Please?” You beg, tears welling up in your eyes from sheer sexual frustration.

“Since you asked so nicely~” he steals a quick kiss before dragging his leaking tip through your folds.

He pushes into you fully in one smooth motion. Your back arches up off of the desk, wood painfully digging into your spine. You didn’t care— all you cared about was him.

Fast sharp deep thrusts have you screaming as the sounds of skin ring throughout the office. You curse- throwing your arms over your head. Charlie’s mouth gaping while he groans, pressing and thrusting himself into you.

"Just, like that, oh.. god." You wail as he slams himself into your g spot repeatedly.

Charlie greedily paws at your clothed breasts as his hips slap into yours. You clench around him— you can already feel your orgasm building from the rough pace set. Charlie’s hips stutter from your action and you clench again. A low groan leaves his beautifully shaped lips as he digs his fingers into your hips.

You moan— you try to form words but Charlie feels so good inside of you that your brain feels like mush. He seems to be able to tell your close however by the way his thumb reaches down to rub sloppy circles onto your clit.

Your vision turns white as you come undone. Your nails dig into the desk below you as Charlie chases his own release. He leans down, pressing kisses into your cheeks and necks, unlike the kisses before; these are gentle and caring. You hiss when he pulls out of you, missing the feeling of him inside you immediately.

“How much convincing will it take for you to come to next weeks service?” He breathily laughs against the side of your face.

“If it’s gonna end like this again— none at all.”

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lafleshlumpeater · 2 years ago

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hey lovely!!

maybe a luke castellan x fem!reader who’s suuuuper sweet? maybe an aphrodite kid, and jsut super kind and charming overall? nobody expects her and luke to be together, but how different they are ends up working?

thank you!!!

ofc<3

Warnings: fem!reader, small mention of food, PDA, one swear word, lmk if there are any missing

I hope you dont mind this is from percy’s pov<3

luke castellan masterlist part two

“No way,” Percy muttered under his breath, giving Charlie the same disbelieving look he was receiving back. "I don't believe it."

Charlie shrugged.

“Well, you’d better,” the boy whispered back. “Cause it looks like they got something serious, man.”

The pair watched in part disgust and part fascination as they watched the blissful pair across the fire. Luke had his chin rested on her shoulder, whispering something Percy assumed was flirtatious due to her flustered reaction- all pink cheeks and giggles as she reprimanded him playfully, pushing his chest. Luke remained unfazed, lips curling smugly and crossing his arms as he brushed a quick kiss against the plush of her cheek.

Charlie’s eyes widened further. “But how? They’re so-”

“Different?” Silena finished her boyfriend’s sentence, looking up from her charred marshmallow stick. “You’re not one to talk, Charles. Look at us. Besides, she makes him a completely different person. Look.”

The trio turned their heads once again, this time to the nauseating, in Percy’s opinion, sight of her feeding Luke pieces of sticky marshmallow, both of them giggling when it gets everywhere. Luke pokes his tongue out to get the last bits off of her fingers, and she squeals.

Percy’s nose wrinkles, turning to Charlie. “Disgusting.”

“Agreed,” Charlie nods with a grimace of his own. “It’s a miracle he got her, to be honest. She’s so…”

“Bubbly?”

“That.”

Charlie sighs. “I am happy for him, though. The both of them. Even if they are… terrifyingly different.”

Percy nods in agreement, heart swelling in joy for his first friend at camp. “Yeah.”

The older boy sighs. “They’re too mushy though,” he remarks.

Percy’s eyes narrow at the scene of the lovesick couple, now kissing tenderly with not even the fire casting fluctuating shadows over their faces able to hide the content of their expressions. “Not nice.”

Charlie inhales. “Oi!” he yells over the fire. “Too much PDA, man! Get a room!”

Laughter ripples through the air, and both guilty candidates break away, one unnaturally red- faced and the other tittering, finger hooked around the string of her partner's beaded necklace.

“Fuck off, man,” Luke complains loudly, eyes dancing with glee. “Leave me and my girl alone.” He wraps an arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer than deemed possible.

She looked up at him, adoration gracing her soft features as she stared at her lover. “Don’t be mean, Luke.”

“He started it!”

(not proofread- lmk if there are any mistakes)

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81astriss · 2 months ago

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might as well be drunk in love | oscar piastri

fem!reader x oscar piastri 1.3k words

NOT PROOFREAD !! apologies for any mistakes

you and lando have been friends since you were children—you were practically siblings at this point. you knew his deepest, darkest secrets and he knew about your secret crush on his teammate, oscar piastri. but after accidentally sharing a drunken kiss at a party, fans don't really have anything positive to say about your situation.

a/n: okay wow this was longer than i expected HSJKDSASHJD not my best tbh i didn't really know how to execute this that well but it's finee.... i think 🙏😇 idk i don't usually do fics but this idea was consuming my mind so yep!! IF anyone wants to remake this, go ahead but give me creds & tag me THANKYEUWWWHHH also if this is inaccurate its bc dont drink and ive never been to a party 😬

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Post-Monaco GP called for a celebration. A party! And of course, you were invited. Honestly, you wouldn't have said yes if Lando didn't tell you that Oscar would be there. He's been trying to set you up since last year when Oscar first became his teammate.

One part of Lando's that rubbed off on you was being a party person. As long as you had some social battery left, you enjoyed parties. Music loud enough to block out your thoughts, drinks strong enough to drain out your emotions, it was perfect.

Right now, you weren't really in the mood. But he had somehow convinced your long-time crush, Oscar Piastri to attend a party so who were you to decline?

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The venue was bigger than you imagined. People were everywhere but no matter, you could probably sit in a corner, pray Oscar would want to leave early but no.

Oscar found his spot on a table near the door while you made your way to the open bar to loosen up. A few minutes later, Lando came up to you and took a seat right next to you.

"Well this is new." He said, before ordering another drink. "You're sitting alone and not mingling with others."

"I didn't really want to come in the first place."

"And yet you agreed to come nonetheless." He smirks before taking a sip. "I wonder why." He glances over at Oscar who was then approached by a girl, who was clearly drunk.

Their conversation seemed to be flowing and you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy in your chest.

Charli XCX's 'party 4 u' played loudly in the background. Great timing, isn't it? Lando watched with much amusement as every emotion played out on your face.

You waited for the girl to leave.

And waited.

And waited until it had been over an hour or two. You had too much to drink, lost track of time, and Lando was nowhere in your line of sight. To make matters worse, two more girls were now chatting up Oscar. Two!!! None of which were you. God knows if he's really enjoying it but he had that charming smile on his face and it pissed you off.

A few more drinks later, Lando noticed his teammate looking over at you every now and then and made his way back to you with a smug yet somehow empathetic look on his face.

You've had just about enough so you went outside, took off your shoes and dipped your feet in the pool. Only 3 other people were outside with you. 2 making out and one shirtless, trying to convince his girlfriend to not leave him (which was slightly funny because she was on speaker so you could hear the whole thing).

The moonlight reflected off the surface of the pool, tempting you to jump in while a Kendrick Lamar song was playing faintly from inside.

You would've driven yourself home despite being drunk but this time you were just a bit too exhausted to do so.

Your best friend sat down beside you, trying to find the proper words.

"He almost never goes to these kinda functions."

"Is that supposed to be comforting?"

"I told him you would come."

No words came out of your throat. Without warning, your curly-haired friend pushed you in the pool and you made a sound that could only be described as demonic.

It was the alcohol making you act without thinking. Both of you. You locked eyes with your drunken best friend and instinctively leaned in and your lips met.

"Well that's not how I expected this conversation to go." Lando says after you pulled away after about 3 secods.

"This is like the time in high school when you asked me to practice kissing with you for this girl."

"Yeah but this time you're the one who needs practice to kiss a boy."

"Are you saying I'm a bad kisser?!"

"No, but I'm saying Oscar's a good kisser and you might not on his level."

"So you're—what—wait how do you know how Oscar kisses?"

"I don't! I'm just guessing. Pure assumptions!"

The two of you were laughing at your ridiculous conversation when you suddenly felt nauseous and ran to the nearest bathroom. Lando took that as a signal to call Oscar (and pray he didn't get drunk) so he could drive you home.

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f1gossip ‼️ Oscar Piastri was seen walking out of the Monaco afterparty with Y/n L/n. The two were seen being unnecessarily close while walking together. 👀 liked by 42,304 others

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user1 i knew oscaryn was real since 2023 🤞

user2 oh he's so fine 😍😍 and she's there too i guess.

user3 i have a bad feeling abt y/n

user4 i fw landoyn childhood bsfs to lovers more 🙄

user5 both lando AND y/n have publicly stated that they are and will only be friends, nothing more. ↳ user6 ^^^^ they're more like siblings even ↳ user4 idk i don't buy it 🫤

user7 idk abt y'all theyre kinda cute ???

user8 "unnecessarily close" maybe bc y/n was DRUNK??? and having trouble walking?????

user9 she should control her liquor then or something rather than demand her bsfs teammate to bring her home

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f1gossip Y/N L/N AND LANDO NORRIS WERE KISSING AT THE SAME PARTY SHE AND OSCAR WENT TO????? 😱😱⁉️ Follow f1gossip for more updates about this crazy situation. liked by 50,093 others

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user1 HELLO WHAT THE FUCK

user2 OH NAHHHHH

user3 what did i say 😇

user4 i fucking told you all

user5 this being posted 2h after the oscaryn one is crazy timing

user6 so is this considered incest or...?

user7 oh what the fuck oscar and lando deserve better than that cheater

user8 she's just drunk !!! y/n babe get behind me

user9 drunk actions are sober thoughts ↳ user8 isn't it drunk words are sober thoughts ↳ user10 works for actions too

user11 does she even qualify as a wag? 💀💀

user12 if she does, shes the worst one

user13 idk she must be doing sumn right if she pulled both mclaren boys

user14 and the best in manipulation award goes to... ↳ user15 Y/n M/n L/n 🤢🤢

user16 WHORE

user16 omg who said that...

user17 wow slut

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You stare at your phone screen in shock when you saw everything. The hangover was killing you and when you walked out of the room, Oscar was there? In your hotel's kitchen?

You didn't say anything. He didn't say anything. The both of you sat there in an uncomfortable silence, just waiting for the other person to say something.

"Drink too much?" He attempts to talk to you while taking a bite out of the toast he made while you were sleeping.

"Maybe a little." You drink your coffee which had cooled down a bit thanks to you waking up late.

Silence.

"Have you been online in... I don't know, the past 6 hours maybe?"

"Lando called," He says, ignoring the question. Or maybe he just didn't hear? "He told me everything. And yes I have, I've seen what they're saying. How are you holding up?"

You're not sure whether to be relieved that he hasn't cursed you out or be nervous at how calm he is about this.

Instead of questioning him any further about his conversation with Lando, you cry. You were physically exhausted from the night before and now even mentally exhausted thanks to what people on the internet are saying.

You would much rather be anywhere else, having a breakdown in front of someone else than here in front of Oscar. Hell, you'd rather cry in front of a serial killer who has it out for you! At least they would end your misery instead of stare at you while you let every emotion you've been feeling for the past 12 hours.

Oscar doesn't waste a second. He pulled you in and let you sob in his chest. Without asking for permission, he opened your phone (your password was 0406, quite easy for him to guess), and logged out of all your social medias.

"It's okay, I understand." Those words felt like a knife to your chest. You weren't sure what exactly he understood but in that very moment, you just felt safe.

"I know it was an accident that you kissed him, I know that you got way more drunk than you were supposed to last night," He explains. "And I know that you like me."

You probably should've cared more about that but given the situation you were in, it felt like you could not care less anymore if he likes you or not.

"You're just saying that to make me feel better, aren't you." You try to lighten the situation (and avoid the fact that he knows about your feelings for him.)

"Well, yes obviously. But also because I like you too. This isn't the situation I was hoping for when I'd tell you that but eh. When life gives you lemons..." He rambles on. "Anyways what I'm trying to say is I'd still be with you even with all that's going on. Okay saying that is also bad timing but—"

You cut him off with a kiss on his cheek as one on the lips felt a bit too much right away.

"But aren't you afraid of me ruining your reputation or something?"

"Then our reputations will be ruined together."

He didn't care about what anyone else had to say about you. Thanks to him, anything and everything they said just dissipated into thin air and it all felt irrelevant.

Only Oscar Piastri can make a situation this bad feel like the best day of your life.

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ynln you know it might be worth it for once? liked by oscarpiastri, lando, nicolepiastri, and others

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oscarpiastri ❤️

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oscarpiastri we'll pay the price i guess. liked by ynln, lando, hattiepiastri, and others

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ynln 🫶

lando oh god thank the heavens i thought my ship was gonna sink

oscarpiastri never

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ending was VERY rushed but i'm very sleepy and i have training tmrw so good luck to me </3 i tried smth new with this and i honestly wanna do more works that are just fics but for now this is all i got 😭🙏

tysm for the support on my kimi smau !! im working on another smau (i barely started but i have the plot n everything ready) so maybe it'll be finished in like 4 days bcs im kinda busy over the weekend. anywho that's all hope u liked this and if you didnt pLS LMK HOW I CAN GET BETTER AT WRITING FICS :)

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