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norrisleclercf1 · 8 months

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King Takes Knight

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader x Lando Norris

Rating: R

Words: 4.2K

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut!!! P in V, oral (m receiving), fingering, slight public sex, handjob, small M x M, Mafia, etc.

Requested: Yes/No

Request: My formal request for mafia charlando ahahha. I can deffff see Charles being mafia leader in Monaco, inherited through family, goes generations back and then lando just recently got into it after moving to Monaco. And that’s why Charles let’s him take reader cause he knows he’s more powerful and he’ll get her back and lando with reader too. Ooo or maybe reader is in on it too. Not me cooking this up at 4am it’s time for me to go to bed

Synopsis: Lando hated that Charles had you, so when he takes you, he finds out he's nothing but a game piece.

"He's staring." The ghost of his words has you shivering, pushing back into your husband's body. His hand splashes perfectly on your stomach, pulling you back even more. "I know. He can't take his eyes off." You mummer, craning your neck and kissing the bottom of his jaw.

Your husband's hand squeezes slightly from your stomach to hold your neck. "Teasing him, my little mégère?" You whimper, the pressure of his fingers digging into your neck. "Giving him a show." You whisper, smashing your lips together. Your husband rolls his hips into your own. Tongues mixing, he curls his, laying his claim to you.

Mewling, you pull away, eyes drifting over to your husband's newest member. Lando Norris. An adorable Brit who joined not too long ago, his skin was kissed by the sun, eyes a gorgeous ocean green, and curls that make you want to pull on them. Lando kept to himself, but he was by your side whenever he was in the room with you.

"Maybe we should play a game with him, hm?" You rock back, watching Lando's eyes harden, ripping away from you and your husband. Oh, your husband, Charles Leclerc. Charles was the current head of his family, a mafia dynasty he has now inherited. No one could touch him, or you, for that matter. Charles was a force, an unmoveable object that was to not be messed with.

"I heard a rumor." Charles smiles, licking a strip from your ear to your shoulder before placing a slight bite on the bundle of nerves at the bottom of your neck. "And what was that rumor, my Queen?" Spinning around, you face Charles. Hair messy, the way you liked it. Wearing a tailored all-black suit with a red pocket square. "Lando wants to kidnap me." His eyes go black hearing those words, but the wolfish smile on his face tells a different story.

"Hmmm, should we play a little game?" You smile, pulling the front of your dress down. Grabbing Charles's hand, you place them on the curve of your tit. "Fuck, my little vixen. Am I going to have to fuck you here in front of everyone?" Shaking your head, you slide your hand down to the front of his trousers. Cupping his cock, you feel it harden, licking your painted dark wine lips. "I suggest I walk off to the garden," Undoing his buckle, you move closer so no one can see what you're doing.

"Lando will follow me, and," Charles takes a deep breath, watching as his men and others dance, drink, and get rowdy. "I can cry about how you aren't good to me, but you are excellent," Watching as your husband's eyes drop. Your hand is now in his pants, slowly pumping him from base to tip. "He'll kidnap me, most likely take me to that new summer house you bought for him," Charles groans, hands squeezing your tits, and he places hickies on them, laying his claim.

"Thought I didn't know about that?" Charles whimpers when your hand tightens at his base, watching his cock turn a gorgeous soft red. "Couldn't, fuck, help myself. The way his eyes light up, don't stop, when I gave him the keys, fucking hell," Charles gasps, hips shaking as you move your hand up and down faster. Only you could render the great Charles Leclerc to a whimpering, begging mess.

"Mhm, but he'll take me. Let me make him ours. Please, my King?" You make your eyes big, Charles groaning as you squeeze his tip. "Fuck, je te maudis, ma renarde . Je te donnerais le putain de monde. Tu as ma permission, je le veux aussi." Charles moans, kissing you as he spills into your hand. Pulling away his own lips, wear your dark wine color. (Curse you my fox. I'd give you the fucking world. You have my permission, I want him too.)

"I love you. I'll see you at the summer house." Charles smiles, kissing you with such softness you almost cry. Pulling your hand out of his pants, you lick it clean. Charles seriously thinks of keeping you. "Go before I never let you leave." Nodding, you rush off, slipping into the crowd.

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You knew he was behind you. He was a walking shadow. Where you went, he was there as well. He was never by your side but close enough to step in when you needed him. And right now, you're about to play with his feelings for you.

"Lando?" His body goes rigid, hearing the soft, broken tone of yours. "Mrs. Leclerc?" rushing to your side, you hide your face in his chest. His skin was warm. His shirt was opened slightly, resting your face on the skin, letting him feel those fake tears touch him. "What happened? What did he do?" Pulling you away, he wipes your tears away, smearing your makeup.

"He's horrible. Always makes me lie in his bed, and he's always with other women. Treats me like a personal maid than his wife. Made me watch what he does to his enemies. I'm trapped." You cry, curling yourself back into Lando. Lando growls, pulling you closer as he looks around. No one is around. This was perfect.

"Hey, it's okay. Let me take you back to the main estate." Smirking, you quickly wipe it away when Lando looks down at you. "I just want to be free, and I can't. He'll never let me leave." You whimper, and Lando's hands tighten on your waist. "Bastard, I can get you out of here." You pull back, sniffling. "Lando, I can't. He's my husband. I'm his property. I can't leave." Fingers tugging on his necklace, Lando's jaw tightens. "You can leave. You're leaving with me." His grip tightens on your arm as he starts to drag you.

"Lando, no. Let me go." You start to fight, but he refuses to listen. "Stop fighting me! I'm trying to save you." He roars, shaking you as you whimper. Playing the weak little wife of a scary Mafia King was so easy. You two stare at each other, a raging hurricane in his eyes and yours a mere rainstorm. "Save me." You whisper. Lando throws the door open, shoving you inside.

"Should we follow?" Charles swirls his drink, watching Lando move around the car and get in. Sitting up, he smiles, sipping it. "No, don't follow. I know where they are heading. Give it a week or two, and then I'll follow." Charles watches as Lando's car pulls out, driving into the night.

"King takes Pawn."

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Two Weeks Later

The sea air brushes your nose, waking you from your peaceful slumber. Stretching, you smile, looking at the clear blue water. Maldives. Charles had bought Lando the home. It was odd that Lando would bring you somewhere like this. The poor boy was young, probably thinking Charles would check everywhere for you. Not considering one of his men would take his wife.

Shivering, you turn, seeing Lando's fingers run up and down your exposed back. You've slowly been reeling Lando in. Late last night, you woke to Lando asleep on your chest, hand cupping one of your breasts. In the night, you decided to disregard your shirt, Lando moving closer. A drowsy smile is on his face, watching you wake; the open-air bungalow was gorgeous.

With white sand beaches and water surrounding you, no one was around for miles upon miles. The place had no walls, just sheer white curtains covering you. "You should sleep some more." He whispers, nose bumping into your temple, ghosting it with a kiss. "I'm not tired," Lando hums, kissing your shoulder and reaching your cheek, stopping. "Water lily, please sleep. I'm sure this is your first time to sleep without fear." His eyes pleading, almost like a child.

You almost laugh but clamp it down so Lando doesn't grow suspicious. "Lando, I slept fine. Charles always left me alone when we slept. It was," You swallow, looking at your ring. You missed your husband. This was the first time in 8 years you've slept without him by your side. "He was kind to me at night." Lando drops his head on your shoulder. "Can we stop talking about it?" He asks, hating to hear that fondness in your voice.

He didn't know if it was because he was in love with you or jealous of how Charles paid attention to you. "I'm going to cook breakfast." Climbing out of bed, you throw on Lando's black button-down shirt, heading to the mini kitchen. Slamming his face into the pillow, he groans loudly. "Fucking dumbass." Lifting his face, he stares out at the rising sun. "She clearly loves him, even though he's a horrible bastard. A beautiful, smart, arrogant bastard." Lando can't control the heat in his face and the tingle he feels in his stomach.

"Lando, can we go out today?" He sits up, the cover showing off his chest and arms, which has you locking those naughty thoughts. "Water lily, that wouldn't be smart. We might be at the world's end, but your husband is very powerful." Face falling, you nod, going back to the kitchen. The ache in Lando's chest blooms, seeing the look that crossed your face. "Dammit." Fingers tug at his hair, feeling the frustration. Throwing the covers off, he pads into the kitchen, back to him.

"Mrs," Lando clears his throat, stopping himself. "Y/n, we...we can go out on the boat." Whipping around, your face glows with that smile he fell in love with. "Really? It won't," You pause. Moving, he wraps his arms around you, head resting on his shoulder. "No, it'll be fine. I'm just being overprotective. Mr. Leclerc is powerful, and while I'm from a family with money, he is on a different level." You can't control the coy smile. Glad that Lando can't see the gloating look on your face.

"We're in the middle of nowhere, and I doubt Charles knows you're the one who took me. He trusts you. He wouldn't even think to look here." Pulling away, you smile, pecking Lando's cheek, which has him blush. "Get dressed. We can leave in a few." Giggling, you rush off to get dressed.

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You smirk as Lando tries hard to focus on driving the boat and not you. It was the bikini. Did the same thing to Charles when you were on your honeymoon. A trick you were taught a while ago was to take the top of the bikini and flip the top around so you tied the bottom around your neck and your underboob. It makes your tits look glorious, which has Lando's mouth watering at the sight.

"What's that?" Sitting up, you notice a large opening in the mountain. "Looks like a cave!" Lando yells over the rushing wind. Perfect, standing, you wobble back to Lando and push into his arm. His neck and jaw tighten at the feeling of you pressed into his skin. "Let's go explore it!" Pressing yourself closer, Lando turns the boat, slowing it down. "We have to be careful. No idea what could be there or how deep the water is." You clap, heading to the front.

"A sand bar." Lando slows the boat farther. "Come here, water lily." You run to the back, Lando instructing you to drive the boat as he pulls it in to tie it off. Watching Lando move in the sun, you lick your lips. He was stunning in a boyish way, but also, when he was serious, he was sharp like a diamond. "Alright, we're all good. Come on." Holding his hand, you take it as Lando helps you into the sand bar. "It's gorgeous." Gasping as you both walk to the cave. It was opened air, going far deeper than the eye could see, but you kept close to the open. The sand grew about 2 feet, the water ghosting it each time it waved.

"I don't regret marrying him." Lando freezes before you, he was searching for rocks, but hearing those words, he stops. "Why?" "Why what?" Lando turns to you, looking you up and down. "Why do you not regret marrying him?" Thinking it over, you smile, "He wasn't always like that. We, he, was my first, and seeing what he's become has been hard." Reaching up, Lando presses his palm to your cheek, watching you lean into it. "I'll never do that to you, never." Stepping into him, you move his hand to your waist.

"I know you won't." Lando and you stare at each other, unsure what to do next. "I want to kiss you, really kiss you, but I'm scared you don't feel the same way." Vulnerability shines in his eyes, fingers dancing with anxiety on your skin. "Trust me, if you kissed me, I'd never stop you." Hearing that, restraint breaks as he devours you. Lips move as hands land on your ass, squeezing as he pulls you in. "Easy, baby boy," Lando whines, hearing that he pulls away. "You forget, Lando. I don't do fast and needy. Let me show you the proper way to love someone like me." Lando nods his head, eager to learn.

"Show me, please." He whispers. You knew you could get him to be a needy mess right where you wanted him. He was the type of man to let you be in charge. Charles, you'd just need to suck his cock, but with Lando, just a couple of words and he was putty in your hands. "Good boy." Lando shivers as you move his hands to your waist. "Went straight for the ass, you have to work me up. Make me crave you there." Lando nods his head, watching.

"Now," Stepping from his hold, you untie your top, letting it fall. "When a woman wants you, it's subtle or straight to the point. For me, I'm subtle. Make you work for it, like a chess game. I'm the Queen. Do you know what the makes you?" Shaking his head, no, his hand moves, palming your tit. Biting your lip, you groan when he tweaks your nipple. "Don't worry, you'll figure out which piece you are." Stepping closer, you grab his other hand, placing it on your stomach.

"You're gorgeous, Water Lily." His fingers move slowly across your skin, watching your breathing stutter and grow. His eyes take in each time you make a noise or movement. He was learning, but in the back of his mind, he wondered if you had to teach Mr. Leclerc this. "Stop, I know what you're thinking." Looking into your eyes, you smirk. "Thinking about my husband when I'm here, rude." Chuckling, Lando pecks your lips.

"Shit." He was able to take you off guard, fingers brushing your clit making you arch into him. "Cheeky." He sticks out his tongue, but you lean in, sucking it in your mouth as you turn it into a slow needy kiss. The pads of his fingers rub small circles with slight pressure. He was learning, building it up slowly, making your body scream for more. "Right there, yes, that's, mhm," Lando adds more pressure using small circles as he curls his two middle fingers into you.

"Can I?" Eyes like a puppy, you almost feel bad for playing this game with him. "Of course." Mouth opening, you whine before moaning as his thick fingers enter you. "Damn," A look of concentration passes Lando's face as he watches his fingers work. "Water Lily, you feel so damn good around my fingers, can't imagine what you'd feel around my cock." He whispers, delicate kisses being placed on your chest.

Looking down, you lick your lips; Charles was longer, but Lando would definitely have some girth to him. If last night was any testament, he was very.....impressive. "Pull out," Lando does as you remove your bottoms, nodding towards his own. "Oh, um." Even in the dimly lit cave, you could see the bright red on your cheeks. "What? Never been naked in front of a woman before?" He looks away, fidgeting with the ties on his swim trunks.

"Lando? Have you? Are you?" You're at a loss for words. He was kind, funny, shy, and protective of the people he cares for. "Yes, I'm a virgin. That a problem?" A slight bit to his words, you could tell that he was nervous. "That's adorable. So you really are all mine." Fingers weave into his waist, tugging at the trunks. "Are you comfortable with this? To have your first time in a cave?" Pressing his forehead against yours, he smiles. "If it's with you, I don't care where it is." Tugging the trunks down, you watch as his cock slaps his hip, and a little moan passes your lips.

"What are you doing?" You couldn't resist but fall to your knees, wrapping a hesitant hand around his base. "Oh," He's at a loss for words, whimpering when you wrap your lips around his tip. Swirling your tongue, you start to move up and down, learning what he likes. "Water, god your, fuck," Whining, he fiddles with his hands, not knowing where to put them. Seeing this, you stop, moving them to hold your head, fingers resting on your jaw. "There, don't be afraid to touch me." "Mhm," Breathing heavily, he shivers when you return to pleasuring him.

"Y/n, fuck, I'm," You pull off, placing a kiss along his shaft and looking up at him. "Shhh, it's okay." Trying to compose himself, he nods, "Why'd you stop?" Getting off your knees, Lando is quick to wipe your knees off, making sure you're not hurt. "Because I want you to come in me." Like a fish, he gaps at you, at a loss for words. "Now, lay on your back." Scurrying, he moves as you straddle his lap, rocking your hips and slowly rubbing your lips over him.

"Please, enough, Y/n," He gasps, moving his hips up, giggling. You push them back down. "Shhhh," Pushing his sweaty hair back, you lean down, soft kisses on his cheek before nipping his ear. "It'll be okay, baby. I'll take care of you." Reaching down, you line him up, and rocking your hips back, you slide him in. Screwing his eyes shut, Lando takes deep breaths, trying to calm himself. He doesn't want to finish so soon.

Looking down at Lando, you place your hand on his chest and start to move. Eyes flying open, Lando stares at you with awe hands landing on your ass. "There you go, baby." Lando nods, hands squeezing as you drag it out forward and backward. "How pretty you look." Lando was pretty, sand covering his body, hair messy and so curly, eyes sparkling, looking like the sea. "Me, you're, fucking christ, a ugmh, goddess." Lando whimpers out.

Smiling, you move faster, adding a small swirl in your hips. "Shit, if you do that again. I will," You make a complete circle with your hips. Arching your back, you place your hands on his thighs as you bounce. "That's okay, baby boy. Don't hold back." You gasp, feeling that tingle grows in your stomach. "Here, with your thumb. Rub a circle." Removing one of his hands from your ass, you place it on your clit. Lando, taking instruction well, starts to do as you say. "Jesus, yes." You cry, throwing your head back.

"I'm, oh god." Lando scrunches his face as he stops his movements. You ride him out, feeling him in you. "There you go, such a good boy." You praise; Lando's thumb puts more pressure, making you gasp, rocking forward as you clamp down on him as you finish. "Shit," Collapsing on his chest, arms like jelly Lando wraps them around you. "I love you." Your eyes fly open, and every molecule in your body stops. Shit, fuck, damn, this was bad.

"You don't have to say it back. I know you still love Mr. Leclerc, but I wanted you to know." His fingers rub into your body, working out the tension. "We have to go before high tide comes in." Climbing off Lando, you're quick to get dressed, tossing him his trunks. "Okay," Fuck, you hated hearing that disjection in his voice.

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The boat ride was quiet, but you kept yourself curled into Lando, eyes closed. "We're back." Nodding, you jump off, wading to shore, and quickly clock the curtains moving. You swear you tide them down before leaving. Shrugging your pad into the area, stopping when you see a man sitting at the table. A chess board out.

"Char," He holds a finger up to his lips, silencing you. He looks you over, eyes narrowing when he sees the handprints and love bites over your body. "I can cook tonight. We can fix something unhealthy. Maybe pasta or," Lando goes to stone as he stares at Charles. "I wouldn't." Looking over, you see Lando's hand in the air, clearly going to reach for you. "Tell me, how was it running off with my wife? Playing house with her? Kissing her? Fucking her?" Charles growls out the last part, standing up.

Your body craves to be next to Charles, wanting nothing more than to be wrapped in his arms. You've missed your husband. The way he would wake you up with food or between your legs. He'd have your favorite drink ready and kiss you on the forehead. You missed his smell, a hint of vanilla and coffee.

"Stay the fuck away from her," Lando snarls, stepping closer to you, but you don't move to stare at your husband. His eyes move from Lando's to yours, melting when he sees the yearning in your eyes. "Come here." Charles opens his arms, steps forward, and is pulled back by Lando. "What are you doing? He was horrible to you." Lando whispers, fear and anger evident in his voice. "No, he isn't." Pulling away, you move, collapsing into Charles's arms.

"I've missed you." Charles smiles, kissing you on the head as he stares at Lando. "It's okay, my Queen, I'm here." Pulling away, you wipe your eyes, finally feeling home. "What, how," Charles moves you to the side, stepping closer to Lando. "What should I do with you? Taking my Queen, my equal. I should have you killed." "Charles," Lando looks at you, hurt, but then stares at Charles. "If you think that is fair, for this betrayal." He grits out. Cocking his head to the side, your husband looks Lando up and down.

"He is adorable, like an obedient puppy. Wanting to please its master." Reaching his hand out, he cups Lando's cheek, thumb pulling down his bottom lip. "Mhm, very good. He has that look of wanting to kill me or maybe fuck me." Lando rips his face out of Charles's hold, glaring. "Easy, little cub, you don't have those claws or teeth yet." "Stop teasing him, Charles." You ground out, growing defensive as you step in front of Lando.

"I don't need you to protect me." Lando moves, but Charles rips him back, holding him by the jaw. "Watch it, I don't care if you fucked my wife and took her from me. But, she seems to adore you. And I find you amusing." Charles looks him up and down, grip growing tighter. "A very nice Knight, you are the perfect piece. You almost took the Queen but can't take the King." Lando hates his internal battle between fighting and dropping to his knees.

"Charles, please let him go. You let us go, please. You want him as well. Stop this. You're scaring me." His hand drops from Lando immediately, pulling you into him. "I'm sorry, so sorry." Lando watches the terrifying man before he turns into this marshmallow of a husband. He can't watch this anymore, the woman he loves being consoled by her husband. Moving past, he stops seeing the chessboard.

All the other players except the King, Queen, and Knight were gone. "I'm the Knight." Pulling away from Charles, you wipe your eyes. "What?" Confused by his words. "You asked me in the cave," Cheeks blooming red, Charles raises an eyebrow, now very curious. "What piece I was, you're the Queen. Mr. Leclerc is clearly the King that makes me the Knight." Holding the piece up, you two smirking while Lando glares. "I'm not a fucking chess piece." Whipping it past Charles's head. "Go pack, love." Nodding, you walk past to the bedroom.

"Sit down." Lando doesn't move, the two men staring each other down. "Sit. Down." Wavering, Lando sits down as Charles steps into his space. "You are adorable. Those eyes must've gotten her to do anything." He mummers fingers, pushing back his curls. "I'm not a game," Lando whispers, trying to calm himself down. "No, but this whole you kidnapping her and making you hers was. Just you and me standing now." Plucking up another Knight piece, placing it on the board, and snatching the Queen.

"What do you want from me?" Charles looks down, smirking, feeling his pants tighten. "Right now? Nothing, but later. So much." Thumb tracing those plump lips. "Go pack, we're going back home." Swallowing a golf ball, Lando stands going to pack as well. Looking at the board, Charles smirks. "King takes Knight." Flicking the piece over, watching it roll onto the ground.

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