DYING. SOBBING. MASTERPICE
capsize - cl16
pairing: charles leclerc x nanny!reader
summary: in which charles is an idiot and you decide to make him suffer for a little bit
warnings: smut, angst!, exhibitionism (kinda?), breeding kink!, language, 18+!, bad french!!! (please correct me and i'll edit), barely proofread (sorry if thereâs mistakes my eyeballs hurt)
word count: 5.9k (LENGTHYYYYY)
author's note: had to give us some angst obvi....but also smut bc single dad charles is so hot. let me know what you think! I can't believe it ended up being this long but it felt like it was impossible to end. xoxo. please blow this up bc the effort I put into writing this took 100% of my brain power away lmao. also I got an anon request to write about nanny getting a internship with a fashion company which is included in this!
part 1 part 2
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
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yourbsf but how do you kill it every time???
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user guys omg.
user charles is NOT having it
charles_leclerc beautiful. but please stick to red â€ïž
user CRYING
user lando is def on his shit list
user lando wants her so bad lmaoooo
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scuderiaferrari as you should! â€ïž
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user does this mean his daughter is there!!!!
user i would hope. unless she's not doing her job lol
user we need baby leclerc content!!!
charles_leclerc damn right â€ïž
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user what does charles just stalk her comments?
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charles_leclerc special guests this weekend â€ïž weâll keep pushing as always.
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scuderiaferrari the most precious guests EVER
user literally.
user guys heâs using plurals again!!!
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yourusername donât ever let me take another tequila shot again
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charles_leclerc mon dieu
user no like she's so pretty
user they're sharing a room!???
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user lando has been in love with her for so long
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YOU BEGIN TO wonder whether the universe harbors some inexplicable grudge against you. Because really, you always make sure to check in on your friends often. You always make sure to pay your bills on time, if not earlier. Heck, you even make sure to donate to a different charity every month. Yet, as the jet encounters heavily turbulent skies on the way to Miami, the persistent question echoes in your mind âwhy me?â.
Luckily, a bundle of joy rests on your lap, cupping your face in her hands, and playfully squeezing your cheeks. A sweet distraction from the terror you feel inside. Itâs adorable how earnestly she tries to impact calmness in you, even though her eyes are half shut with sleep.Â
âNe sois pas effrayĂ©,â Donât be scared. Her voice maintains its gentleness as she swiftly loses interest in your cheeks, redirecting her tiny hands to play with the ends of your hair. âJe suis lĂ avec papa.â Me and papa are here.
âChĂ©rie,â Charles coos at his daughter, picking her up from your lap and resting her down on the bed. âRepose-toi bien," Get some rest. He tucks her into the bed, a space far too vast for her tiny body, nestling her favorite fluffy bunny stuffed animal by her side. You observe in admiration as he plants a gentle kiss to her forehead, then tenderly strokes her hair in a soothing manner.
âJâai besoin quâelle me border, papa,â I need her to tuck me in. Her tiny fingers point to you and your heart instantly tightens. With a slight shake in your steps, you make your way to the bed, sitting on the side of it. âBonne nuit, ma petite.â Goodnight, little one.
âBonne nuit, maman,â Goodnight, mom. The words were mumbled with sleep, but it was the name that couldnât be ignored.
For a brief period, both you and Charles experienced a suspended moment, a pause in time. Never had she referred to you in such a way, and you certainly didnât want Charles to assume you influenced her perception in any manner.
âI donât know why she said that.â
Caught like a deer in headlights, you pivot your head to face him. Panic courses through you, eyes widened, heart pounding. Yet, as you turn to Charles, he appears nonchalant, offering only a casual shrug of his shoulders.
âCâest bien.â Itâs okay.
In a hushed pause, the both of you remain motionless aside from turning your head back to the sleeping toddler, entranced by how peaceful she looks. However, Charles finds it hard to divert his gaze from you. His eyes focus on the serene scene of his daughterâs fingers delicately entwined with yours, even in the depths of sleep, acknowledging the profound connection between you two. In these tranquil moments, where your presence is indispensable for tucking her in, Charles not only appreciates the nurturing care you offer but also recognizes the profound love and solace you impact. He canât help but feel incredibly fortunate to have you in his life.
Only when Charlesâs gentle hands tenderly squeezed the back of your neck, providing a subtle massage to your tense muscles, did you become acutely aware of the extent of your own exhaustion.
âAllez, dormons un peu, dâaccord?â Letâs get some sleep, yeah? His lips delicately brushed against the shell of your ear, followed by a tender kiss on your temple, guiding you toward the other bed on the jet. Wrapping his arms snugly around your body, he let the both of you fall onto the mattress. While pulling the covers over both of you, your face pressed against his chest clad in a soft t-shirt. As you planted a gentle kiss above the neckline, you could feel the rapid rhythm of his heartbeat. Â
Despite the passing of a few months since that initial kiss, your connection with Charles retained a serene simplicity. In the quietude of your shared moments, you found solace. Deliberately, you resisted the temptation to let your mind drift into the what ifâs, choosing instead to remain in the present moments.Â
However, within his mind, thoughts raced at a million miles a minute. Regardless of the casualness of your relationship you both claim to have, he couldnât stop picturing you with swollen breasts and a swollen belly. The moment his daughter called you âmamanâ, an almost feral instinct surged within him. It was a wild and untamable force. He couldnât stop imagining you pregnant. Full of his kid. Full of him. The need to fill you up with all of him was all but surging through his veins. All the blood was rushing to his cock, and he knew he needed to get these thoughts out of his head.Â
âBonne nuit,â Goodnight. His voice sounded so rough as his arms tightened around you and you easily fell into a quick slumber, feeling so safe in his arms from the turbulent skies.
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The abrupt touchdown of the jet resonated through the cabin, rousing you from slumber. A ballet of movement ensued before your eyes met the scene: Charles had migrated to one of the plush seats, his daughter perched upon his knee. The ambient hum of the aircraft formed a backdrop to the unfolding familial vignette, a delicate interplay of affection. As Charles tenderly pinched his daughterâs cheeks, childlike laughter following their hushed whispers.
Charles shifted his gaze towards you, now upright on the bed. Your tousled hair framed a face adorned with the lingering softness of sleep, and your eyes, slightly puffy with remnant of slumber, held a captivating allure. Despite your disheveled state, he couldnât help but find that you remained the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
âBien dormi?â Sleep well?
A gentle smile played on your lips as you rose from the bed, indulging in a languorous stretch that showcased the contours of your body. The fabric of the t-shirt clung momentarily, revealing the subtle canvas of freckles adorning your stomach to Charles. His gaze involuntarily flicked away, a reflex triggered by the flooding memories, thoughts of you pregnant resurfacing in vivid detail. The mere glimpse of your stomach had him internally spiraling.Â
âUncle Lorenzo and Auntie Char want to see you bĂ©bĂ©,â baby. A ripple of excitement danced in his daughterâs eyes as she clapped her hands joyfully at the mere mention of her uncle. Lorenzo and Charlotte had made their way to Miami a few days prior, cleverly disguising their visit as an opportunity to vacation while supporting Charles in the impending race. This strategic maneuver afforded you and Charles the luxury of solitude in the days leading up to the event, a rare and treasured gift compared to the last few months.
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âMerde,â Shit. He grunted as his head fell back against the headboard of the shared bed. His green eyes watching you with flushed cheeks as you worked yourself over his cock. âThis is where you belong, yeah?âÂ
The morning sun peeked through the curtains of the hotel room. Eliciting a warm glow in the hotel room as you sunk down onto him deeper than before. Your pussy fluttering around his length, appeasing the ache that he created before you even opened your eyes.Â
You nodded your head repeatedly. âMon dieu, yes.âÂ
His hands cup your ass, fingers pressing firmly into the delicate layers of your skin, leaving an imprint as if searching for a connection beneath the surface. Controlling your movements, he urges you to move more frantically. The feeling of your hot, wet, pussy squeezing him was almost too much for him to handle.
With each passing second, the pressure of his fingers increased, creating a sensation of both command and invitation at the back of your neck. His touch was a deliberate grasp, not just holding but asserting dominance. Your lips met in a symphony of desire.  His tongue slipping into your mouth instantly, brushing against yours as he held you against him. Your nipples flushed against the toned muscles of his chest as you leaned in, and the pound of his hips fucking upwards into you, had you all but mewling into his mouth.Â
âCâmon mon ange, donât make me wait.â My angel.
Youâre not sure if it was the pet name or the fact that you loved to please him. Or maybe the brush of his body against your clit. But your orgasm came quickly after while the tears spilled slowly from your eyes. He swallowed every moan you gave him like it was his own source of oxygen before flipping both of you over and pushing you face first into the mattress.
Every moan you gave him was like fuel to the pound of his hips. He was completely lost in the feeling of you. âTake it all,â he grunted as he pushed your body into the mattress deeper than before, his eyes not moving from the sight of his cock coated with you and slipping into you.Â
You were begging and pleading him to give you more, more, more. You donât know what more he could give you; you just knew you needed it.
âSo pretty like this,â he muttered, âlike you were made just to take my fucking cock whenever I need.â His thrusts began to slow, but the speed didnât alter just how good they felt. No, he pushed himself even further, hitting all the spots just right. It was as if he was trying to become one with you. Like he wanted merge you two into a singular existence.Â
âCha,â You moaned out his name and you couldnât see but his eyes widened. His heart clenched at the nickname. He pulled out quickly, provoking a complaint from your lips as he began scooping one of his arms under your stomach and flipping you onto your back. He took a second to just look at you, a shine forming in his eyes as he observed you. You look absolutely fucked. Cheeks flushed, hair all over the place, eyes glossed with satiation, and red marks all over your neck from his fingertips.
âNeeded to see your face,â he answered before you could ask, slipping his cock back into your needy hole. The confession making your heart clench and the stretch of his cock had your stomach doing flips. âBesoin de voir tes yeux.â Needed to see your eyes.
His gaze was unwavering and fixed upon you. It was as if sought to etch the intricate details of your face into the canvas of his memory. He wanted to capture every nuance, every curve, and every expression that you made.Â
âMerde, let me cum in you.â His eyes trailed down your face, to your neck, to your breasts. The bounce of your breasts from the force of his hips had him in a trance, thoughts of you with swollen breasts came back to mind. When he felt your pussy clench around him at the phrase, a smirk formed. âYeah? Want me to fill you up sweet girl?
âSâil ti plaĂźt,â please. You were pleading. You wanted nothing more. âJâen ai besoin.â I need it.
Charlesâs eyes almost rolled to the back of his head at your confession. His groaning and grunting increasing in volume as he pounds into you harder, every inch of his cock pressing against your velvet walls as he releases into you, making you feel all warm inside.Â
âTu es parfait.â Youâre perfect. He collapses beside you; his voice was so low that you almost didnât hear him mumble the words as he pressed his lips to your collarbone before resting his head on the pillows. You felt your cheeks redden almost instantly, brushing off the compliment with a smile and small laugh.Â
âJe dois prendre une douche.â I need to shower. The mixture of his and yours cum was oozing down your leg. You could still feel the warmth of it. Charles mumbled a soft âmmmmâ, already drifting off into a slumber.Â
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You werenât sure what changed in the few minutes you were in the bathroom, but you could feel the unease build in your stomach as you emerged with a towel wrapped around your frame and skin flushed red from the heat of the water to Charles pacing around the room, a knuckle in between his teeth.
He was agitated to say the least. He felt betrayed by you.
A subtle smile played on Charlesâs lips as the sound of the shower resonated in the room, accompanied by your soft hum of a song he couldnât name. The ambiance of the hotel room cocooned him in a profound sense of peace, and in that moment, he wished he could stay here eternally with you. Kissing you, touching you, inside of you.
When he heard the buzzing of a phone on the table beside the bed, he instinctively reached for it without glancing at the screen, presuming it to be his own. Given the context of it being a race weekend, early morning phone calls were expected.Â
âBonjour?â Hello? He let out a cough, clearing his throat from the sound of sleep and satiated desire. The subtle rasp carried with it the traces of his happiness.
âAh bonjour, hello, this is Camille with Christian Dior.â The womanâs voice echoes into Charlesâ ear. He sits up immediately, back against the headboard. His first thought was âwhy is Christian Dior calling me?â but it wasnât that abnormal either. Companies reached out to him all the time for collaborations. âI am calling regarding the application we received for the internship and wanted to schedule and in-person meeting.â
Charles felt his stomach twist in knots as he listened to Camille chatter into the phone. Application? Internship? Moving the phone from his ear, he looked at the phone realizing that it was in fact yours and not his. This call was for you, not him. Camilleâs voice was muffled as it was pulled away from his ear.Â
A wave of nausea coursed through Charles, the unexpected revelation at the possibility of you leaving hitting him hard. How could you just apply for another job like that? He felt himself growing antsy and restless as thoughts swirled in his head. Camille, who was confused by the silence, mumbled something about calling back later due to the lack of response from Charles.
He dropped the phone onto the duvet of the bed, standing up and pacing the room while he felt himself begin to question everything. Questioning why you would leave. Does he not give you enough? Was it too much to handle? As his thoughts droned on, taking a turn for the worse, he began to feel angry. Angry that you considered leaving this job. He began to see red.
âQuâest-ce qui ne va pas?â Whatâs wrong? You were cautious, not standing too close to him to give him some space. His head whipped in your direction almost too quickly.Â
Your attention was drawn to the wrinkle lines etched on Charlesâs forehead, marking the aftermath of his furrowed eyebrows. The subtle creases and wrinkles, usually absent in is carefree demeanor, painted you a picture of his current inner turmoil. When you shifted your gaze to meet with his narrowed eyes, the cautious padding of your bare feet seemed to echo.
It was an unfamiliar sight to witness Charles engulfed in such a storm of emotions. The stark contrast to his usual carefree and joyful demeanor.  He was blinded by his rage as he muttered the next words.
âEs-tu idiote?â Are you stupid? His jaw was clenched. A soft gasp left your lips as you clutched tighter onto the top of your towel, feeling rather exposed now. âDemande Ă Christian Dior.â Ask Christian Dior. His spat out the name Christian Dior with such disdain. As if it were dirt on the bottom of his shoe.
Your eyes widened, everything clicking. You werenât sure how he knew, but he was answering your internal thoughts before words could form on your tongue.
âIls tâont appelĂ©. Jâai rĂ©pondu par erreur.â They called you. I answered by mistake. He let out a loud sigh as he leaned against the dresser across from the end of the bed, his forearms flexing as he gripped onto it tightly. You noticed the definition of his muscles and veins forming on his arms. He was squeezing the dresser, trying to gain some relief from such anger swirling within him.
At first, you wanted to argue him for answering your phone. But you knew him. You knew he wasnât snooping. He said it was a mistake, so you took his word for it.
âQuâont-ils dit?â What did they say? You werenât sure how to approach this conversation with him. You especially were not expecting it to go this way, with you wrapped in only a cotton towel.
His eyes narrowed to an almost imperceptible slit, the vibrant green drained from any warmth of presence. âAre you serious?â The exasperation in his voice reverberated through the room. Your question seemed to strike a nerve, leaving him incredulous. Was that all you had to say? The absence of an explanation hung in the air, adding more tension to the charged atmosphere between you two.
âNe me crie pas dessus.â Donât yell at me. You felt your own anger building at his attitude. Who did he think he was? You padded back to your suitcase, grabbing whatever outfit you could without paying attention. You werenât sure what you even grabbed or if it even matched, but you didnât care. You were too busy listening to Charles raise his voice.
âDonât walk away from me.â He pushed off the dresser, trailing behind you. âWhat is this internship you applied for?â
You didnât answer right away, instilling more anger within Charles. âAnswer me. Youâre just going to leave like always?â His tone struck you with disbelief, the harshness leaving an unexpected sting. The air was too intense. You needed to get some air.
Like always?
You turned and faced him. âAre you asking me as my boss or my fuck buddy?â You knew it was a low blow, but it was so unfair for him to be this mean to you. It wasnât even necessarily his words but his tone that bothered you most. He spoke to you as if you were a child who needed punishing.
You had a shirt half-way over your head and black leggings on. âItâs just a summer internship. I didnât even do the interview yet, but you seem to know that already.â You waved him off, rushing around the room to get your stuff. You needed to get out of here. You werenât going to sit here and let him berate you.
âYou canât just leave.â He followed you to the door, gripping your wrist to pull you back towards him. You yanked your arm out of his grip.
âYouâre just like everyone else.â His words tumbled out incoherently, much like uncontrollable word vomit. He could feel the panic rising in him as you made your way towards the door. âRight. Use me and then leave. Itâs all Iâm good for.â
His words twisted your stomach, and you chose to overlook the burning ache in your heart.
âFine. Just go fuck your ex-boyfriend or something. Or Lando. I know he wants you.â He stood there, chest heaving up and down with his heavy breaths. You pulled the door open, standing in the frame, you took one last glance at him.
âVa te faire foutre.â Go fuck yourself. And with that you were out the door.
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âJe nâarrive pas Ă le croire!â I canât believe him! âCâest vraiment un connard.â Heâs really such an asshole.
âBabes, youâre gâna need to speak in English for me to understand,â he laughed before taking a sip of his beer, âyou muppet.â
You playfully rolled your eyes at Lando, seated across from you in the elegant ambiance of the hotel restaurant. Adorned in a snug black dress, every curve of your figure accentuated, the crystal jewels meticulously tracing the contours of your breasts. The garment displayed a subtle dip between your cleavage, adding an enthralling touch. It was safe to say you looked fucking good. Or as Lando said, âholy fucking shit, you took the air out of my lungs.â Which in response, you couldnât resist a playful shove to his shoulder.
In the aftermath of the argument with Charles, you found yourself in the company of Lando, driven partly by Charlesâs mention of him. Despite the strained circumstances, your connection with Lando remained strictly platonic. However, Landoâs penchant for flirting was a constant, adding a playful dynamic that colored your friendship. Thankfully for Lando, he was the reason you were able to even get a change of clothes seeing as you left the hotel room earlier in complete disarray. It was still your day off, one that was originally supposed to be spent with Charles. Lorenzo and Charlotte were still taking care of Charlesâs daughter, leaving your night wide open.
âMartinâs driver is picking us up soon,â Lando declared, drowning the remainder of his beer and emphatically slamming the bottle onto the table. There was still two more days before the race weekend began, meaning Lando wanted to go out to which you agreed easily. Meanwhile, you maintained a composed sip from your glass of wine. With a playful glint in his eye, Lando added, âGet your dance moves ready muppet.â The prospect of the evening ahead seemed to carry a promise of lively escapades.
Your laughter echoed, creating a buoyant atmosphere as you seamlessly fell into a comfortable conversation with Lando. His easy-going nature and banter helped soothe the lingering nerves from the earlier argument with Charles. In that moment, you felt nothing but gratitude for Landoâs presence.
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The vibrant lights of the club painted the atmosphere in a kaleidoscope of colors, while the unmistakable scent of alcohol lingered in the air. The club pulsated with energy of the intoxicated crowd, bodies swaying to the vibrations of music surrounding them. It wasnât until you reached the DJ booth that you felt a wave of reassurance wash over you.Â
The night unfolded with a multitude of shots, some in which you had to pretend to take, just to save yourself from vomiting on the floor. The music provided a lively group, thus creating a joyous atmosphere. You surrendered to the rhythm, dancing through the hours, deliberately steering clear of thoughts about the brunette Monegasque who typically occupied your mind.
As you slid out of the booth, making your way to the bathroom, you finally pulled your phone out of your purse. The screen was littered with missed calls and multiple messages, most from nonetheless Charles.
from Charles (dilf)  Â
Where are you?                                             18:45
Youâre such a brat.                                         19:19
Really? Youâre with Lando?                            22:47
Could your dress be any fucking shorter?    22:51
Tu essaies de me tuer                                 01:27
Youâre really testing my patience              01:46
You didnât answer. Feeling triumphant as you snickered to yourself at his messages, him clearly struggling with the concept of you being out with Lando. Slipping the phone back into your purse, you continued your night, leaving all worries behind. Because if you didnât, the mere reality of the argument with Charles would have you vomiting on the floor.
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It was honestly insane how the sun was just beginning to rise. Yet, you and Lando were just stepping foot into the hotel not even a few minutes ago, drunken laughter between you both as you exited the elevator to Lando's floor. No doubt, pictures of you and Lando surfacing all over the internet tonight. But you werenât worried about that. What you were worried about was the angry brunette standing outside of Landoâs hotel room door, his arms crossed, and eyes tired as if he didnât sleep the entire night.
You and Lando both sobered up quickly from the sight of him, brooding in front of the hotel door. Charles opened his mouth, utilizing both of your native tongue to exclude Lando from the conversation.
âTu es putain de sĂ©reiexse?â Are you fucking serious? The harsh tone he used drew you back to the argument that had occurred earlier in the day. Or should you say yesterday?
âQue fais-tu ici?â What are you doing here?
He rolled his eyes, teeth gritting as he looked over to Lando smiling beside you with his hotel room key in hand. âMuppet, are you sleeping over, or no? Iâm tired.â
Charles didnât afford you a moment to respond before swiftly shutting him down. The gaze he directed at Lando carried a lethal intensity, a silent warning that spoke volumes. âAbsolutely fucking not.â Charlesâs grip tightened on your arm, an assertive pull guiding you down the hallway toward the elevator. Surprisingly, you didnât resist, allowing the momentum to carry you forward. You looked back at Lando who had a smirk on his face and winked at you. What a fucker.
The elevator enveloped you both in an oppressive silence, interrupted only by rhythmic beeping accompanying each floor you ascended. Charles maintained a deliberate gap between you, yet his hand remained firmly clasped around your wrist. In the mirrored surface of the doors, your eyes locked onto each other, breaths syncing. As the doors finally opened, Charles propelled you out with a gentle push, his body behind yours.Â
It wasnât until you both stepped into the hotel room that Charles unleashed a torrent of emotions upon you. His voice, thick with a mixture of anger, jealousy, hurt, and worry, carried the weight of the pent-up emotions he had been harboring. He had seen the stories, the posts, and even the photos of you at dinner, images captured by fans.
The way you smiled at Lando in the pictures had him throwing his phone. And donât even get him started on the dress. The fucking dress.
âDo you like Lando?â He sneered, jealousy bubbling inside of his chest.
And because you felt like stirring the pot even more, you smirked. âYes.â And although it was the truth, it wasnât what Charles thought. You felt bad as you saw his face fall, but he deserved it just for a little bit at the very least.
You could feel all the thoughts racing through Charles head before he pulled you both towards the balcony, staring at the city skyline instead of at you. He pinched the bridge of his nose, his voice thickening with emotion, âWhat about me? What about us?â
âAs a friend.â You finally announced, turning your body to fully face Charles. âI like Lando as a friend, Cha.â You confirmed, a groan leaving your lips. âDo we have to do this right now? Iâm so tired and my feet hurt.â
âOui.â Allowing no room for further complaints, Charles pulled you into an embrace, his arms enveloping you and effectively trapping you between the warmth of his body and the balcony railing. He nestled his head in the crook of your neck, finding a moment of relief in the reassurance that you were back, and in his arms. The tight hold on you spoke of relief.
âYouâre mine,â He states. âLabel or no label.â He's possessive in the way he speaks and touches you. Like he needs to get his point across. You feel him laugh as his fingers trail around your front side, trailing down until he can slip them up the front of your dress, pressing his fingers to your lace covered core. It was almost too easy. The dress was so short.
The desperate ache in the pit of your tummy grows with each swipe of his thumb along your covered clit. You began to forget why you were even fighting in the first place, his hands on you felt too good. You lulled your head back against him, making more room for his lips to attack on your neck.
Your ability to articulate words faltered, your legs turning to jell-o under his embrace. With one arm securely wrapped around your waist, he became your anchor, ensuring that you remained standing.Â
âYou want my fingers?â His lips are hot on your ear. He slips his fingers beneath your underwear, feeling just how wet you really are. It was almost too easy. âSo fucking wet and warm, mmm.â He groans as he slips one finger inside of you, moving it so slowly that you began to get frustrated with the pace. Your hips rut, trying to speed up his fingers, but he holds you in place removing your ability to move.
Your body begins to tremble as he increases the pace of his finger, inserting another one and curling it, hitting the spot you ached most. You want to cum so badly; you want to soak his fingers and tremble around them. âSo greedy.â He takes your ear lobe in between his teeth, nibbling gently on it before trailing his tongue down the rest of your neck. âTaking my fingers so well.â
You groaned, his words pushing you towards your climax quicker than anticipated. He could tell you close with the way you were squeezing his fingers so tightly, and the way your words were almost incoherent. As soon as your arm reached back, your fingers brushing through his hair, he pulled his fingers out of you.
âNo!â You half-shrieked at the loss of contact, pulling his hair in the process. Your face blushed and eyebrows furrowed from the loss of his fingers.
âTell me youâre mine.â He flips your body around, your back flush against the balcony railing now. The breeze continues to blow your hair around, no doubt making a mess of it.
âYou tell me youâre mine.â You bite back, refusing to say it first. Charles began laughing, it reverberated in his chest.Â
âOh, mon ange.â He ignores what you say, trailing his eyes down your body. âThis fucking dress.â His words are sharp as he begins gripping the ends of your dress and shoving it upwards, exposing you completely to him now. He placed a quick slap of his finger tips to your clit, the shock and sting of the slap turning you on more than you could imagine.
He pulls you forward, hands squeezing your neck, the area right under your jaw line to be more specific, lips immediately pressing against yours. There was nothing gentle about this kiss. It was hot, messy, and wet. A clashing of teeth and tongue as he sucked on your tongue. Leaving you almost no room to breathe in the process. But you didnât mind, his kisses were intoxicating.
The firm presence of Charlesâs hand on your neck persisted, the subtle pressure from the pads of his fingers inducing a dizzying effect. It was a tactile reminder of his control, a touch that left your head spinning, and wanting more. âIâve always been yours.â He doesnât let you respond before heâs pulling your lips back to his. This time, his fingers slip back into your heated core, assaulting and curling them just how you needed them. You breathed hotly into his mouth as your orgasm crashed over you. It was quick and hot. Charles couldâve sworn he was going to cum right in his pants at the feeling of you squeezing his fingers, coating them in you. Heâs never been more jealous of his fingers in his life.
He flips you around again, fumbling with the button of his pants as he shoves them down, them falling to a pile around his ankles. He wasnât slow, rubbing the tip of his cock through your slick folds, he teased you both for a little bit.
When he finally slipped into you, you swore you were going to cum again. You had to squeeze the railing harder to prevent yourself from doing so. You wanted to cum with him.Â
âSqueezing me so well.â He moaned, the wind picking up and the only glimmer of light was from the sun barely peeping over the horizon. You couldnât believe you were doing this, out in the open of a hotel balcony, but the thrill of it made it that much more exciting.
âTu aimes ça, hm?â You like that? He pushes you forward so that your chest was pressed to the railing, your head dangling over the edge as you looked down from the height of the building. Everything looked so small from this height. âWant the whole world to know youâre mine.â He continues.
âWant to fill you up.â You clench hard around him, soft moans escaping your lips into the air in response. Charles couldnât help but feel his heart pound as he muttered the next words. âWant to fill you up with my cum, want to fuck a baby into you.âÂ
At first, he was nervous muttering the words aloud. But the clench of your pussy around his cock only eased his nerves. Your moans increasing in volume told him just how much you liked that too.
âMerde,â Shit. You were mewling into the open air, the increase in pace of his hips had you seeing stars.Â
âAre you gonna let me?â
âYes!â You were yelling it repeatedly. His fingers crawled their way around your body, slipping into the dip in the front of your dress and pinching your nipples. He rolled your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
âCâmon donne-le moi.â Give it to me. And boy did you. You both came with a loud cry, the sound of his hips slapping into your backside a faint noise compared to the moans. The warmth of his cum seeping into you for the second time in less than 24 hours. Although, you were on the pill, you still liked to play along with the idea of being pregnant. The idea of Charles filling you up turned you on like no other.
You both took a few seconds to recoup, trying to catch your breath. He pulled out slowly, but brought his fingers down, pushing the mixture of both of your cum back inside you. He didnât want a single drop of it to go to waste.Â
He turned you around, bringing your lips to a sweet kiss.
âJe suis dĂ©solĂ©e.â Iâm sorry.  His eyes hold your own. âI shouldâve said it sooner. I didnât mean any of it, I swear. The idea of you leaving had me freaked out, you didnât deserve any of it. You..â
A small smile graces your lips as you see how genuine he is and you lean up on your tippy toes, bringing your lips back to his. Essentially shutting him up, his hands wrap back around you, lifting you off the ground as he carries you back into the hotel room, both of you collapsing into the bed.
âEven if I got a new job, Iâm still yours.â You started. âBut actually, thereâs this great nanny job I heard about.â Charles feels panic forming in his chest again. But you continue on, âIt involves the cutest little girl ever. I also heard that the dad is so hot and cool. Did I mention heâs single?â You joke, laughter erupting between the both of you as he cradles you into his body.
âI donât think heâs single.â
âYeah. He definitely isnât.â
And that was all he needed to hear.
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