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silvervioletvalentine · 1 year

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🦋forget me not🦋

Pairing: Charles leclerc X Cherrie!

Word count: 6.3k

Summary: in which she has a tendency to be a little forgetful.

Charles was still half sleep in their bed , cosied up between the ridiculous amount of fluffy blankets and cloud like pillows that his girlfriend had insisted on them buying. One from every single shop they went to.

They went out for some snacks? You could guarantee that they would be leaving with a new fluffy blanket too. Charles had stopped complaining after the fourth one , deciding to just let her do what she wanted. If fluffy pillows and blankets made the love of his life happy then so be it.

He was Now glad for his little comfort hoarder in convincing him to buy them all with just one pretty flutter of her eyelashes at him , pressing his face into the soft pillow with a content sigh as he vaguely listened in to his girlfriend random chattering.

She had been mostly talking to herself for the last ten minutes, (unknown by her. She would kick him in the back of his knees if she knew that he wasn't listening to her rambling .)

Charles having checked out of the conversation as soon as she started rambling on about how all of her skincare products and pieces of makeup that kept going missing , innocently wondering out loud if they had a thief who stole her beauty products but walked straight past the Ferrari on their way in , because that made total sense. Didn't it?

Charles was still too sucked into his own sleepy haze to remind her (once again. For the hundredth time.) that the only reason that her things kept going missing was because she had a severe case of forgetfulness and a even larger case of denial about said forgetfulness.

No matter how many times he showed her proof of her dory like mind . About The way that she didn't think before she did literally anything . The way she Didn't check her surroundings and certainly didn't put her belongings back where they were supposed to be.

Charles had found her foundation bottle in their freezer yesterday after hearing her complain on and on about how this was the third bottle that she had lost this month. Looking genuinely lost to how this kept happening to her , looking at him for back up to her makeup thief theory.

Only to trail off sheepishly when he had silently and calmly walked over to the last place he had seen his girlfriend be at , which was getting herself a pint of ice cream out of their freezer to gobble down while watching the labyrinth with him again.

And lo and behold ..what had she been doing when she had randomly got the craving for ice cream? She had been doing her makeup and where had she misplaced her foundation because of the simple fact that she had a one track mind and couldn't multitask? In the freezer alongside her lipgloss that she had 'lost' months ago too.

Charles had only gave her a exasperated sigh and calmly handed over her 'missing' and 'stolen' products. Before simply shaking his head at her and leaving the room before he burst into giggles again, knowing that she hated it when he was right.

And he loved her. God did he love her. She was the light of his life. She was his heart , his soul and honestly.. his daily amusement.

By now Charles had sort of gotten used to her misplacing things in random places and her permanent forgetfulness when it came to literally anything.

Like that time that Cherrie had told him that she was going to plant flowers in their garden for the summer , only for Charles to check in on her a hour later and see her building a swing that she had decided to buy instead , the flowers completely disregarded in the corner as she beamed up at him, more than pleased with herself as she proudly showed off their new swing. While Charles just looked on at the love of his life with his hands pressed to his hips while she smugly showed off her work , torn between amusement , pride and concern at her scatter brain.

In the end it had been Charles that did the gardening . Potting plants while she told him that she was going to make them some fresh lemonade to cool down with .

He didn't hold his breath, merely smirking to himself when forty minutes went by before she skipped back out to their garden with a plate full of nachos instead . No lemonade to be seen.

Having gotten side tracked again when Lando had texted her a picture of the large plate of nachos that he was eating, completely disregarding the lemons and deciding to make nachos instead.

It was becoming a little bit of a problem because Charles was honestly scared that she was going to forget something serious one day. I mean.. how about when they got married in the future? Would she completely forget that she was marrying him, get sidetracked by something else and accidentally miss her own wedding?

It was definitely something that he could see her doing.

They had both missed her sisters wedding where she was supposed to be bridesmaid at , simply because Cherrie had completely forgotten about it and instead went on a solo trip to a wildlife centre after reading an article about some squirrels that wouldn't stop swearing at the guests.

Leaving a confused and exasperated Charles to deal with her sisters frantic calls about her whereabouts and a few furious family members that had accused her absent behaviour of being deliberate, claiming that she was just jealous that her sister had found everlasting happiness and got married before her.

Charles had turned his phone off after that before he got arrested for smacking somebody's bitchy aunts.

She may have been a bit of a airhead but only he was allowed to insult her and call her names, nobody else. And he had been the one that was left to give his sheepish girlfriend a stern talking to when he picked her up later in the afternoon from the wildlife centre, a embarrassed look on her face when she mumbled out a small "I did it again didn't I?" Completely used to it by now.

Charles had just sighed and nodded his head, driving them back home and telling her to write out some apology cards to send out to the rest of her family and by extension , his family now too. He had told her to claim that their absences was because of a medical emergency and not because his girlfriend wanted to see some swearing squirrels so much so that she had forgotten her sisters big day.

Things had been a little tense with her family after that, Cherrie refusing to accept that she had done fucked up.. again. Leaving Charles and her dad to exchange similar casual shrugs and a expression of not being surprised with her forgerfulness at all.

It was the new normal now. Which was why Charles should have been up as soon as he heard his girlfriend open their bedroom door to leave but in his half asleep brain it took him a few Extra , very crucial seconds , so fucking crucial seconds , to catch onto her next possible disaster.

"Pierre and Lando are here babe. I'm gonna go ask them if they want to head to the yacht with us." Cherrie told him casually , already walking out of the their room as she put down the dress that she was considering putting on, completely forgetting about getting changed as soon as she heard the familiar voices of their friends arrive.

There was a long second of silence bedore Charles shot up out of their bed with a loud, panicked gasp , almost smashing his face off of the floor as his feet got tangled up into their thousands of blankets.

His shoulder colliding painfully with the doorframe as he sprinted out of their bedroom as fast as he possibly could with a small "ow fuck!" Escaping his lips as he almost tripped again down the hallway in his hurry.

"Cherrie! Your pants! Your pants! Oh mon Dieu!" He shouted loudly in panic as he crashed into the front room with a dramatic bang.

Quickly Tackling the love of his life to the floor , who was only wearing a thong and a tight, cropped shirt , having been about to put on clothes when she got sidetracked again.

Completely forgetting that she had no pants on as she greeted Pierre and Lando cheerfully, only to let out a startled shriek as Charles barrelled into her side and sent them both flying onto the floor in front of their friends with a loud bang.

"What are you doing ?! You're going to break my ribs you idiota!" She exclaimed with wide eyes, trying to wiggle out of his strong hold. Looking at him like he had lost his mind.

Charles was panting breathlessly as he reached a hand out to grab another blanket from the armchair closest to them, quickly wrapping it around her body and tucking her in it like she was a burrito. A insanely hot burrito that he did not want to share with Anybody else. A burrito that was for his mouth and eyes only!

Pierre and Lando were laughing hysterically together as they watched Charles blink down at his girlfriend in disbelief while she merely looked back up at him innocently , as though she had no idea to why he was so panicked.

"I'm the idiot?" He repeated in disbelief , glancing between his giggling friends and cherries unaware face over and over again . Wondering if he was hallucinating it.

"What about you then? You're not wearing pants baby! What is wrong with you?!" He exclaimed loudly while trying to calm down his racing heart after that panic induced, half asleep sprint that he had done.

Cherrie paused at that , eyes slowly going wide as she glanced down at herself , body now wrapped up in a blanket like a straight jacket . Face flushing in embarrassment as she realised that he was right.

She had forgotten her pants...

"Again?" Pierre echoed their thoughts loudly in amusement . Lando had tears steaming from his eyes as he cackled insanely at the looks on their faces.

"Dude you tackled her like she was a rugby ball! Oh my god!" He shrieked , giggling hysterically while Charles just huffed and puffed in exasperation.

"Whoops." Was all Cherrie could mutter sheepishly , glancing over at her boyfriend who was now covering his face with his hands and groaning like he was in actual pain.

"My bad guys. It's okay though.." she tried to comfort Charles , patting his shoulder gently.

"They didn't see much did you guys?" She smiled over at their friends hopefully.

Pierre snorted loudly while Lando cackled even harder .

Pierre smirked over at her in amusement , shaking his head at her fondly .

This unfortunately (for Charles) and fortunately for him , not being the first time that she had walked out of their bedroom to greet their guests without her clothes on. She was So used to walking around their home practically naked that she forgot the social custom of putting on pants before opening the door to guests.

Whoopsie Daisy!

"We saw everything. Has your ass gotten bigger? It seems perkier." Pierre commented curiously , the both of them often doing their gym sessions together. He was her spotter and Cherrie, well Cherrie just liked to annoy him the whole time.

Charles peeled his hand from his flushed face and glared over at his friend in disbelief. "Dude that's my girlfriend! How do you even know what her ass usually looks like?!" He exclaimed pulling himself off the floor and dragging up his burrito wrapped girlfriend with him too.

Pierre just shrugged casually , looking between the two of them in amusement . "I know because I look Charles . I am but a man and your girlfriend has one of the greatest ass's that I have ever seen." He told him matter of factly. Smirking slyly at the death glare he was getting sent in return.

Charles was trying not to hit him for admitting to checking out his girlfriends ass while Cherrie just beamed at him , flattered.

"Aww thanks! And it has gotten bigger. I think it's all the chocolate cake I've been eating lately. It's went straight to my butt." She confirmed to him casually , wadding over in her blanket straight jacket to flop down besides them with a grin.

Charles was just rubbing at his head like a stressed out father as he watched his unbothered girlfriend clap her hands together happily.

"You guys want to come to the yacht with us?" She asked them hopefully .

Lando laughed loudly "and get to see you in a bikini for free? Hell yes!" Quickly Dodging the pillow that Charles launched at his head with a curse of his name.

Charles just shook his head at them and stomped back to their bedroom to get Cherrie some pants to wear before she walked out of their house without them again.

The things you do for love. He huffed to himself in disbelief, wondering how she had survived this long on her own in the real world when she forgot something as simple as putting on pants.

Then there was the time at the drivers parade , all of the drivers waving at the screaming fans as they past them by.

Hearing a reporter ask where Cherrie was as she was due to be interviewed then too , her teammate max just shrugging his shoulders and telling them that he hadn't seen her all morning.

Making Charles pause in his conversation with his own interviewer, pursing his lips together as he pulled out his phone to call up his girlfriend to try and find out where the hell she was.

She had told him that she was just going to head to the closest bakery for some breakfast first and that she would meet him at the track after, declining his offer of driving them both there together.

He should have known better than to let the woman who couldn't even remember to put pants on, go off on her own when they needed to be at the parade not even an hour later. Charles knew that she was already in trouble for missing a redbull meeting last week after she had forgotten to set an alarm to wake her up.

His phone rang for a few seconds before cherries bubbly voice came through the line. "Hey baby! What's up?" She casually chirped to him, utterly oblivious to the stress she was currently causing people .

Charles placed his palm over his forehead. Taking in a deep calming breath before answering her. Reminding himself that it wasn't her fault that she was like this.

She was a brilliant driver but her time management? Not so great. And Charles had a feeling that he was going to have to bail her out of her own fuck up again. Like he always did.

"Where are you?" He got straight to the point. Wary of the cameras being pointed at him, giving them a small apologetic smile that was more like a grimace as he leant back against the barrier behind him with a long sigh.

There was a long pause over the line before her voice went a little guilty, but not by much. Instead she sounded more excited than anything else , instantly putting him on edge .

The last time she had that tone in her voice , he had come home to find a real fucking reindeer in their garden for Christmas. Cherrie casually telling him that they couldn't have a Christmas party without one. Like that was a normal thing to do.

She went out for some wine and came back with a reindeer. Just another casual Tuesday for them.

"I was getting breakfast... but then I passed this pet shop and they had clown fish Charles. Like , real one!" She told him like it was the most amazing thing in the world.

Charles pursed his lips together tightly as he recalled her amazed gasps and coos when she made him watch a documentary on sea life last night. The clownfish becoming her favourite fish that she had seen on there and she had spent almost a hour gushing about how cute they were .

She hasn't stopped talking about the Damn fish until he had to kiss her to get her shut up.

"Cherrie.." he warned her, pleadingly "please don't tell me.." he couldn't even finish the sentence , defeat already setting in because he knew exactly what his girlfriend was like.

Her bright smile was evident even over the phone "I got us a clownfish baby! Well.. I got us two! I didn't want him to be lonely in there." She told him happily.

Charles groaned in misery "for fucks sake Cherrie! We can't have fish- they'll die- you- if I didn't remind you to eat then you'd starve . Never mind a fucking fish!" He exclaimed in disbelief . knowing for a fact that this was going to be his responsibility now.

She huffed "I can look after a fish Charles I promise! I'm just taking mario and Luigi home-"

Charles's eyes widened "you named them-" he shook his head to himself in pure defeat . Shoulders sagging, knowing that there was no point in questioning why she did what she did. He would never get a clear answer on that anyways.

Instead he sighed long and hard "you're supposed to be at the drivers parade right now Cher. You're going to be fined for missing it again." He told her matter of factly, just accepting the fact that he was now going to be a father to two clown fish.

He wondered if this was her way of getting back at him for telling her that they couldn't get a cat.

He now had fish instead. And if he knew his girlfriend like he thought he did then he knew that it wouldn't only stop at two. Before he would know it they would have a full on aquarium in their front room.

He really needed to start keeping a closer eye on her. Especially when she was always pulling shit like this on him at the most random of times. Usually when they were supposed to be working too.

She gasped Loudly in shock "oh my god I completely forgot! Shit! I'm coming now! Cover for me please!"

Charles rolled his eyes to himself. Arms crossed over his chest as he looked up at the people around him listening in. Pierre was giggling beside him, having heard every word. Already pulling out his phone to demand Cherrie to send him pictures of their new clownfish.

"You're unbelievable." Was all he could breath out in disbelief . Never a dull day. "What would you like me to say? You know that I'm a terrible liar!" He whispered shouted down the phone to her, huffing loudly when she just let out a laugh.

Completely Unbothered as usual.

"Just tell them that I got into a fight or something."

Charles's eyes widened in disbelief "how would that help?! That's even worse than going out for breakfast and ending up buying clown fish Cherrie! Oh my god!" He stressed running a hand through his hair and side glaring at his giggling friend who was enjoying every minute of his constant suffering.

"I Love you baby but I've gotta get going . I'll be there soon!" Was all she said bedore ending their call.

Charles Quickly pulling up their text thread and angrily typing away.

I'm going to kill you for this. If these fish die we are not burying them in our garden like you made me do with that spider you stepped on!

I meant it Cherrie. I'm not covering for you again.

Then he paused For a moment after sending those two texts, quickly typing up another one.

Also I love you too. But Wait for me to say it back before ending the call Cherrie Pls.

Btw still not happy about these clownfish. You're never getting breakfast on your own ever again.

Now hurry up. Be safe and get here without any more pets please. Thank u.

Love u.

He then switched off his phone and sighed long and hard. Sending a apologetic smile to the camera crew and interviewer in front of him.

"Sorry about that.." he let out a nervous laugh. Shifting on his feet awkwardly as he tried to come up with a excuse to why their driver and his girlfriend was m.I.a. "Cherrie is.." he struggled to not call her crazy.

Was that not a good enough of a excuse?

"She's stuck in traffic after fighting off a-a bear." He blurted out like the terrible liar that he was.

Max looked over at him like he was insane "we're in England mate. There are no bears here." He told him in confusion. Wondering if he was alright.

Pierre was crying beside him, his high pitched laughter aggravating him as he sent his unhelpful friend a sharp glare.

"A bear? Did I say a bear?" He let out another bark of nervous laughter , face reddening by the second . "I meant a bee! Yes, a bee! One flew into the car and she had to pull over to get rid of it. That's why she's late!" He nodded his own head along to his own bullshit as though that would make them believe him faster.

No one believed him.

And when Cherrie finally arrived at the Grand Prix, an hour later with a beaming smile on her face as she proudly showed him all the pictures that she had taken of their new clown fish.

Charles could only sigh and wrap his arms around her in a tight embrace, burying his face into her neck and closing his eyes in defeat as she continued to ramble about all the fish that they were going to get next.

She was so lucky that he loved her because he was certain that the day a grey hair popped up on his head, it was going to be her doing. In fact he was surprised he wasn't yet balding with each situation she ended up dragging him into.

Thank god he loved her more than life itself . And At least she was pretty. That was something . It definitely made up for her.. .spontaneity. Yeah. That was it.

Then there was that time that they had planned a romantic getaway to the islands . He was still in their bedroom making sure that they had everything that they needed packed for their holiday, not trusting Cherrie to do it.

He had learned from past mistakes when he had left her to it. He had landed in Spain with a Empty suitcase and his packed suitcase left at home behind the door because she had forgotten to put it in their Car. Even though he had reminded her about doing it at least once every .. like , four minutes!

But today was going to be different. He made sure of it. He had everything planned out and both of their suitcases packed. With his own hands. No Cherrie interference at all. And it was going good! Just like he had planned.

All Cherrie needed to do was drive them to the airport. There was no way anything could go wrong or be forgotten. All thanks to him.

He was feeling quite proud of himself for this. Finally .. a trip where nothing could go wrong for him!

"Have you got your passport and ID ?!" He shouted down the stairs to her as he quickly went to the bathroom to go to the toilet before they left.

"Yes! It's in my bag!" She called back up to him loudly .

"Keys?"

"Yes!"

"Phone?!"

"Yes!"

"Your card and your money?!"

"Yes. Check and check baby!"

Charles exhaled in relief. Smiling to himself smugly "great! Get the car started then! We can leave now!" He shouted down to her excitedly .

"Okay!" He heard her shout up to him equally as excited before the front door slammed shut behind her as she went out to get his car.

As Charles washed his hands and shut off all their lights , he quickly walked down their stairs to grab his suitcase to put in his car. Having already put cherries in there that morning.

He was wheeling it towards their door, hearing the engine of his Ferrari Rev up as he typed in their alarm code ready to lock up.

Only to freeze in his plane and frown in confusion as he heard the engine sound grow further and further away.

"No. There's no fucking way." He breathed out in disbelief with wide eyes as he quickly swung open the door and rushed out to their driveway.

Looking around to Where his girlfriend should have been waiting for him in his car to drive them both to the airport for their flight.

Only there was no car and there was no Cherrie.

She had left without him!

He gaped at the spot where his car had been in pure disbelief for a long moment before quickly pulling out his phone and calling her up.

Shaking his head to himself as he paced in front of their front door in disbelief , looking at his lone suitcase beside him with with a gaping mouth.

One job. He thought in pure shock. She had one job and she had left him behind. Him!

She had Forgotten him! Her own boyfriend. She had forgotten to take him with her! He couldn't believe it!

What drugs was his girlfriend on?!

"Hello?" She finally picked up and he could hear taylor swift blaring in the background as she casually sang along . Seemingly still oblivious to the fact that she had forgotten something very crucial to bring along with her

He exhaled angrily, gritting his teeth "Cherrie! Do you think that you've misplaced something?!" He snapped at her in disbelief. Utterly Insulted .

It was one think to forget her pants and to forget her keys but him?! To forget him?! This was too much!

There was a long pause as she looked around her car in confusion while she continued breeze towards the highway to get them to the airport. Buzzed on coffee and Taylor swift , she had no idea what he was going on about.

Frowning slightly to herself as she hummed "I don't think so. I've got everything like you told me to. I've put our passports on the passenger seat so that I can't forget them this time." She told him proudly as she glanced at said passports on the leather seat beside her.

Charles buried his face into his hands, groaning in pure disbelief. "Cher.. baby.." he sighed out unable to believe what was happening right now .

"It doesn't matter if you've got my passport. In fact it's pretty useless on its own." He stated . Sitting himself down on their front doorstep, suitcase beside him as he glared out to the empty driveway in front of him. Furious.

Cherrie was confused , with absolutely no idea to what he was going on about. "What? Why? Is it out of date or something?" She questioned him worriedly .

Charles couldn't help but chuckle , unable to help himself despite how pissed off he was at her for forgetting him.

He couldn't help but be a little amused.

This was such a Cherrie thing to do. Talking to him about their passports over the phone and not even realising he wasn't beside her . She'd forget herself if she could! He was sure of it!

His own passport had stolen his passenger seat in his own fucking car! Unbelievable!

"No cherrie. But it's pretty hard to get onto the plane with the invisible man. Look beside you again babe." He instructed her sternly , shaking his head to himself as he closed his eyes shut in pure exasperation.

Cherrie glanced to the passenger seat with a frown. Seeing nothing but their passports there. "What are you on about Charles? We don't have time for this! We're going to be late!" She exclaimed getting annoyed with his strange questions now.

"Don't you trust me to get us there in one piece? I've check listed everything off that we needed!" she huffed to him. Annoyed.

Charles snorted out a laugh, grinning in absolute disbelief. "You're missing one thing. In fact - you've forgotten the most important thing of all!"

She hesitated , worried. "What?"

He sighed "who's car are you driving Cherrie?"

She was wary , glancing down at the Ferrari wheel she was gripping tightly . "Yours-?"

"And where am I?" He slowly asked her , already texting in the group-chat to update all of their friends of what she had done now. Knowing that Pierre was going to have a field day with this.

Cherrie looked at the empty seats and let out a loud gasp as she realised what she had done and just what was missing . Eyes going wide as she quickly did a U turn as soon as she possibly could, speeding back down the road in the direction that she had just come from.

"Oh my god baby! I am so sorry!" She shouted in shock. Heart racing in her chest as she realised that she had left without her poor boyfriend. Stranding him on their doorstep with his suitcase like a dumped boyfriend. "Shit! Charles-"

He laughed. He had to. The anger quickly disappearing as he thought about how funny this actually was . In fact, he was surprised she hadn't forgotten him sooner!

"Just hurry up and pick me back up please baby ." He snorted in amusement as he hauled himself back up to his feet.

Grabbing his suitcase handle and wheeling it across their driveway to wait at the end of their driveway for her instead.

Ten minutes later and his Ferrari came screeching to a stop in front of him, a guilty Cherrie opening the passenger side door for him as she smiled at him awkwardly.

"Er-sorry about that honey. I just-" she scratched at her neck nervously. Flushed and flustered as she looked at her boyfriend who was still shaking his head at her in disbelief as he out his suitcase in the car and climbed in straight after.

Buckling himself in he slowly turned his head to look at the love of his life beside him. Scanning her pretty face silently for a moment before simply uttering "we're going to bleach your hair back blonde Cherrie. Because this is Just unacceptable and you need a warning sign. People need to know what they're getting into with you."

She leaned over to give him a couple of kisses, kissing all over his cheeks and nose apologetically while Charles pouted at her unhappily. Not pleased with being left behind.

"I'm sorry baby! I was listening to Taylor .. getaway car and I just started driving! I didn't even think!" She tried to defend herself as she pulled away from their home. Having got everything she needed now as she started the second journey to the airport , this time with her most precious cargo with her.

Charles just sighed and grabbed her hand, interlacing their fingers together before placing their hands on his thigh as he gazed over at her with a arch of his brow.

"I can't believe that you forgot me." He stated still in disbelief .

Wondering how far she would have gotten if he hadn't had called her up to tell her that she had left him behind.

He had a awful feeling that she would have arrived at their holiday alone before realising that it was a little too quite to be normal.

Cherrie grimaced "I didn't forget you.. I just-" she glanced over at him with a flustered smile.

"Misplaced you?"

He scoffed at her, offended . "fantastic. You misplaced me like you misplaced your AirPods in Bahrain." He muttered, smirking to himself in amusement.

Cherrie groaned loudly in embarrassment "no! No! Fucking hell babe... I'm sorry! I've just not slept enough last night. I just assumed you were with me. You usually are ." She replied to him honestly.

Charles chuckled "what. In spirit?" He grinned at her , rolling his eyes . "And it's your fault that you're tired. I told you that having a sex marathon the night before our early flights were a bad idea but did you listen?" He glanced at their matching hickeys pointedly .

"No you did not. Because that's something you're incapable of doing." He said matter of factly .

She huffed at him again . Narrowing her eyes at him briefly . "It is your fault. You came to bed with that bandana on... you knew exactly what you were doing Charles! You seduced me!" She accused him loudly.

He just laughed slyly , getting comfortable in his seat as he lifted their intertwined hands to his lips. Kissing her knuckles gently.

"Not my fault that you have a bandana kink." He smirked smugly at her . Loving the way she reacted to him so easily.

It was a definitely a confidence booster to know that he wasn't the only one in their relationship that got turned on at the simplest that the other did.

Charles was crazy for her. Like one look at her smile and he turned into a horny rabbit type of crazy.

But Cherrie was the exact same with him too . And now Charles always kept his bandana in his pocket just to tease her whenever he wanted to.

Three years together and they still lusted after each-other like horny teenagers . The spark had never dulled and never faded. He didn't think that it ever would.

Sex was one thing. But sex with the love of his life? That was a whole new level. She was a goddess and Charles couldn't wait to marry her and grow a family together.

But he would probably have to remind her of their wedding on the day so that she wouldn't accidentally miss it like she did at her sisters. And hopefully when they had kids, she wouldn't accidental misplace them too.

Cherrie laughed "not true. I have a you kink baby. Everything you do makes me want you...except when you eat my last cookie without-" she started to complain about her stolen cookie again.

Charles was quick to cut her off. "You don't get to complain about that after you've just nearly left the country without me Cherrie!" He warned her with a smirk. Planning to hold this over her head for a long time now.

She glared over at him playfully . Smiling despite herself when he leaned over to kiss the side of her mouth a couple of times , muttering that he loved her against her cheek.

"Don't make me wish that I did baby." She joked while pushing his head away from her so that she could focus on the road.

Charles just smiled and leaned back in his seat, pulling up his phone to take some candid pictures of the love of his life. Admiring the way the morning sunlight came through the window and highlighted her face perfectly .

"Love you. Even though you forgot me." He muttered as he scrolled through his camera roll to look at the pictures he had taken of her.

She just sighed "yeah. Yeah. Sorry again.." she then reached forward to put her queen Taylor back on as she sped down the highway in his Ferrari. With Charles this time.

There was a short pause before Charles looked back over at her with a dissatisfied frown. "Cherrie!" He exclaimed , looking at her impatiently.

She glanced over at him in confusion "what now?"

"Say it back!" He demanded to her.

It was a rule of theirs. To never leave a 'I love you' empty handed. You never knew what was going to happen with the life they lived so it was important to always let the other person know how much you loved them. Always.

Cherrie smiled fondly and squeezed his fingers three times, laughing softly. Utterly in love with this man beside her .

"Sorry! I love you too! And I like you. I loved you yesterday and I love you even more today. And I'm going to love you for the rest of our lives. Okay?" She glanced over at him for approval. Smiling softly.

Charles flushed red . Sinking down into his seat with a flustered smile as he shyly laughed , teeth digging into his bottom lip as he looked at the love of life with a content sigh.

"Yeah. That's perfect. Thank you." He simply replied while grinning at her like a lovesick idiot .

She just laughed loudly , amused at him for thanking her for her love. "Don't thank me Charles! Now put on king of my heart next please!" She instructed him with a smile.

Charles did as she said with a smug smirk on his face "that's what I am to you." He proudly stated.

She nodded her head in agreement , there was no point denying it. They were in love. That kind of love that made others sick with envy.

"You know it baby!"

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daydreamingleclerc · 2 years

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quiet - charles leclerc

summary: in which, you and charles spend some alone time together while away with the boys.

warnings: switch!charles, switch!reader, outdoor sex, unprotected sex, thigh riding, language, choking, praise kink, nipple stimulation, i think that’s it. hasn’t been proofread.

requested: no

notes: this is kinda inspired by the scene in conversations with friends when bobbi goes skinny dipping & leaves frances and nick alone by the lake, only this isn’t a PG version, plus, charles is a complete babygirl in swim shorts and nobody can escape it <3

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“come on, charles, we’re nearly there!”

your voice was laced with a pout, fingers interlaced with your boyfriends as you walked along the narrow path to the river. pierre, george, daniel and their respective others were wandering behind by several meters. you were the only one who knew the route to the river and you were desperate to show the boys the gorgeous views.

“i’m tired,” he whined, kicking his feet along the gravel like a child. you couldn’t help but laugh at his childishness, and continued to drag him along to the river. the small car park was a fifteen minute walk from the cabin you’d booked for the evening that backed onto the river. you used to come here as a child and you’d been desperate to take charles for months.

“baby, i can see the break in the trees, stop complaining.”

he pouted behind you and you continued to walk until you hit the break in the bushes, squeezing through it and admiring the view in front of you. lo and behold, you were right, a huge wooden cabin that almost looked like a treehouse in the corner, surrounded by green grass and a beautiful river that led into a gorgeous, clear watered lake.

“woah, Y/N, you were right this is beautiful,” george hummed as he pushed through the break, “i’ve never seen anything like it before.”

“i used to come here every summer as a child, it was a lot busier then but people aren’t fans of quiet, secluded holidays anymore so it’s nowhere near as busy as it used to be,” you smiled, looking up at all the boys. daniel wrapped his arm around your shoulder, “it’s all ours for the weekend, and i thought it would be good for you guys to get away.”

charles smiled, pressing a kiss to your temple. you guided the group to the cabin, walking up the wooden staircase and pushing open the door. it was in just as pristine a condition now as it was when you were twelve. the entire thing was open, one large hexagonal room with frosted double glass doors leading to each bedroom. there was a large seating area, fully decked out with games consoles and television, and a fully functional kitchen. each bedroom had its own small bathroom with a small shower, and there was even an outside shower and hot tub.

“the rooms aren’t very soundproof,” you said, pulling open one of the bedroom doors and swinging your small suitcase onto the bed, “so if you’re gonna have sex-” you directed your gaze to daniel and his girlfriend, “-don’t be too loud.”

the eight of you changed and unpacked briefly, before daniel and pierre practically raced one another to the lake, just a short distance from the river. charles and george ran off after them, and you made your way over with the towels and sun cream.

it didn’t take long for the boys to slot in, and after an hour or so more of sunbathing, you felt droplets falling onto your stomach. panic set in for a minute that it was trying to rain, until you peeled your eyes open and saw charles dripping over you with a smirk.

“what’s up, sugarplum?” you asked, pulling your sunglasses from your eyes and squinting up at him.

“fancy a dip?” he raised an eyebrow, “we can make out under the water.”

you stifled a laugh, pulling him down by his ringed fingers. he looked devilishly handsome, in baby blue swim trunks with his sunglasses covering his eyes. “as good as that sounds,” you hummed, shifting closer to his face and wiping the wet curls from his forehead, “i thought we could make out somewhere else, a little less... crowded.”

charles’ face lit up, and you waited a few moments before sneaking off without being seen. you walked the short distance back to the cabin, and lead him over a small brown bridge that took you to the back of the cabin on the outdoor seating, with the hot tub and shower to the left, and the familiar sound and smell of a waterfall in the distance.

charles spotted the duel sun lounger, and took the opportunity to drag you towards it. his swim shorts were still damp, and they left water marks on the grey fabric, but you didn’t care. he laid back, and you climbed on top of him immediately, dipping your head down and kissing him gently. his hands rested on your waist, fingers squeezing into your back muscles gently, while you had your hands braced either side of his neck.

slowly, you started moving your hips, dragging them back and forth until you felt his dick harden underneath you. the feeling of that pressed up against your clit made you pant into his mouth, which only caused him to get harder.

his fingertips dug into your hips, nails grazing the skin gently as they prodded into the skin. your hands tangled in his wet hair and dragged along his neck, giving it a gentle squeeze that made him groan into your mouth. your hips continued to roll against his, and he whimpered into your mouth when it became evident that droplets of pre-cum soaked through his swimming shorts and onto the bottoms of your bikini, and it made you hum in appreciation.

“i’ve barely even touched you, baby, is this all for me?”

you couldn’t help but smirk at charles’ reaction, the gentle nod of his head and the lump bobbing in his throat. you kissed down his neck, making sure to leave a soft pink hickey in your wake. his hands travelled ho to the top of your bikini, fumbling with the bow he’d helped you tie earlier that afternoon. you tutted,

“charles, did i say you could take it off for me?” your boyfriend shook his head. “and did you ask?” charles shook his head again, and then gulped loudly.

“c-can i please take it off?” he asked, a soft pink blush forming on his cheeks.

you were constantly in awe of his innocence. you nodded, and immediately his hands worked quickly in shedding you of your bikini top, throwing it to the side. his mouth latched onto one of your nipples while his other hand massaged the other, and you moaned loudly at the feeling, continuing to grind your hips against his crotch.

you moved just a touch so that you were now grinding over his thigh, the friction even better than before. charles’ mouth and hand worked in tandem, and he whimpered every time you praised him or tugged on his hair. “fuck, charles, please don’t stop,” you moaned, eyelids fluttering closed in the pleasure, “it feels so fuckin’ good, you’re so good to me.”

with every thrust of your hips on his thigh, your knee bumped his dick gently and he had to refocus on pleasuring you, rather than letting himself go. your hips sped up, the slick of your wet pussy making the movements much more easy and pleasurable. he interchanged his mouth between your nipples now, circling and licking at one for a few seconds before doing the same to the other, his other hand always there to pinch and flick at the free one.

“fuck, fuck, charles i’m gonna cum!”

your hands buried themselves in his hair and you rocked your hips even faster against his thigh until the knot in your stomach burst, and you came with a cry of his name. he whimpered at the sound of your moans, fighting the urge to cum himself. he pulled off of your nipple with a pop and you pulled him up to look at you, interlocking your lips and tasting your salty skin on his tongue.

it didn’t take long before the roles were reversed, and charles’ strength was put to use when he rolled you around. your back hit the pillows and he was now on top of you, separating your legs with his knee. while you kissed, his fingers looped into the bows on your bikini bottoms, and he shedded you of them almost immediately.

your hands moved to the bow on his swimming trunks drawstrings and he tutted, “Y/N, baby,” his voice was sickly sweet, imitating you, “have you not learned anything?” one of his hands wrapped around your neck softly and squeezed, “i didn’t tell you to take them off of me, and you didn’t ask, remember?”

your throat had suddenly gone dry, and when you opened your mouth, you couldn’t speak. charles chuckled dryly, “you had so much to say earlier, baby, don’t tell me you’ve gone all shy now.”

“please, charles, please fuck me,” you begged softly, his hand still wrapped around your neck, “please let me help you take them off so you can fuck me.”

he smirked, “much better.”

with that, you ridded him of his trunks, and gave a few experimental tugs of his dick, to which he grunted at. he pushed your legs open further with his spare hand, and lined himself up with your wet entrance. one of your hands wrapped around his shoulders, and he removed the hand from your neck and placed it to the side of your head, entwining your free hand with it.

he pushed himself inside of you, the stretch making you cry out. he didn’t really leave you much time to adjust, seeing as he was desperate to cum inside of you after your thigh riding stunt, but you had no complaints. you arched your back at his pace, profanities leaving your lips in short, quick pants as you did. charles’ head bowed down and he watched his dick disappear inside of you, each time coming out wetter.

he groaned when you clenched around his dick, resorting to his thrusts getting shallower and harsher so he didn’t have to leave your warmth any longer. you cried out when he hit the spot that made your toes curl, and he tilted his head back up to kiss you, swallowing your moans and biting on your lip.

“fuck, charles,” was all you could say.

“Y/N, you’re so fuckin’ - shit, you’re so fucking tight, babygirl,” he hissed, “gonna keep my cum inside you like a good girl, hm?”

you nodded, once again unable to speak as you teetered on the edge of your orgasm.

charles’ dick twitched inside of you and you left light scratches down his back when he picked his pace back up, fucking you through his orgasm. he groaned your name loudly, and the feeling of his cum seeping inside of you was enough to trigger your second orgasm, and you wrapped your legs around his waist and arched your back to feel the most from it.

his lips attached to your neck while you came, leaving his own light red mark on your skin so the pair of you were now even.

charles pulled out of you with a sigh, rolling over onto his back and wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. he outstretched his other hand and you kissed it gently, regaining your breath as you fumbled for your swim wear.

the pair of you sheepishly made your way back to the group, unsure of how long you’d been away or even whether they’d spotted your absence. instead of going back to the lake, charles lounged beside you on the towels, and you lay your head on his chest and listened to the sound of your breathing.

“should we tell them we could hear them fucking from over here?” pierre asked george and daniel, standing up in the water with his hands on his hips.

the pair of them laughed, “nope, we’ll leave it to simmer for a few hours,” daniel said, “bring it up over dinner and watch their faces go bright red.”

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lookismstuff · 8 months

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Reaction to Ep 462

SPOILERS ALERT

THREE major revelations take place in this episode and there will soon be a backstory that some readers are looking forward to reading.

So Jake (Gimyung) met Daniel (Hyungseok) outside of the Grimm clinic when he did his own reconnaisance. Then they both agreed on capturing CEO Charles Choi (Choi Dongsoo) and Park Jinyoung. Jake was bent on getting back at Charles for what happened to Big Deal and Daniel of course wanted to get his second body back (and uncover that mystery). They separated and agreed to meet on D-Day (the asylum attack).

I really love this interaction. Danny calls Jake "hyung" (older bro) and I wish that someday they could remain good friends. They were also joking a little bit about how useful Jake might be (or not...hahaha their short banter was everything).

Anyway they arrived at Jihan's holding cell and set him free (it was so easy, the plot must be moving at the speed of lightning again). Zack (Jinsung) came rescuing Jibeom and Hudson (Hyunsung) who, fyi, fainted after the monster's attack before Eli (Hyun) dragged it (him?) down with him two episodes ago. It was so funny, he was pissed that he was left alone helping them (I hope Vasco's fine somewhere... COME ON SOMEBODY FIND HIM).

And lo and behold, the ominiscient "Forever Man" is none other than Jihan's insane cell mate. The man is not called "Forever" for nothing. He was the first victim of Workers (lhae)'s forced confinement.

This is the first revelation.

The man's also Baek Hangyeol's father.

So somehow Hangyeol cheated the system as a minor to cosign with his mom in order to imprison his dad for reasons of insanity (I wonder if there'll be more to this backstory, like Jasmine [Youngmi]'s dad way back then who was actually a sexual molester to her).

Back to the present time, The Forever Man led Allied to a set of emergency stairs that they couldn't find before (because it's walled from the outside). And per Hangyeol's instruction, Taejin was already waiting for them at the first basement, all prepared. (CHEONLIANG BACKSTORY SOON!)

The mere sight of Taejin smirking drove Vin (Hobin) to anger and tears and soon they began to fight as Vin was determined that no witnesses should be left alive, implying that Taejin was an eyewitness to the murder that Vin had to commit in the past, or to whatever happened to Mary (Miru).

That is the second revelation in the episode, btw.

Hangyeol also told Park Jinyoung to prepare. And by preparing he meant to use his three reprogrammed victims (Big Danny, Johan and Samuel [Seongeun]) to launch an attack against Allied.

Yep his experiments were apparently to turn them into some sort of soldier/bioweapons thingy and see which one of them was the strongest (predictable, I wish it was related to the double bodies). Thanking the mad scientist for not shaving Johan and Samuel bald.

This is the third and final revelation in this episode.

#lookism #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #daniel park #park hyungseok #vin jin #jin hobin #lee jinsung #zack lee #jake kim #kim gimyung #lookism spoilers #allied lookism

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sassyfrassboss · 5 months

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I also think they both know that this was a step too far and any chance of reconciliation is a nonstarter going forward.

I wouldn’t be shocked that he’s grappling with the fall out for whatever small deals he’s had. He knows that a response will come from Charles. Everyone was up in arms about Netflix and there was no immediate response but lo and behold 2 months later they were kicked out of frogmore. So something will come down but the public won’t know about it for a little bit.

They lost Spotify because their ideas sucked and they are on the verge of losing Netflix.

It was after Spare was released that Charles kicked them out of Frogmore but then turned around and announced Archie & Lili would start using their titles of Prince/Princess.

What I found interesting was in Omid's new book:

Several days after finding out they would lose the home, Harry was said to have spoken to his father over the phone, saying: 'Do you want to see your grandchildren?'

Which screams to me that Harry demanded they get to keep Frogmore, while I imagine Charles foots the yearly lease bill, or else Charles will never see Archie or Lili again. Charles followed through with kicking them out so tells us a lot about his desire to see those kids...

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houseofbrat · 1 month

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These covers are nauseating because she. doesn’t. have. cancer and have literally exploited it to get out of the comms mess they made.

I expect the headlines going forward to be:

Anytime a member of the RF does any engagement it will be because “they working to support Kate” even The King who actually has cancer

When The King recovers from cancer it will be framed as he was inspired by Kate who again doesn’t have cancer

There will be zero calls for William especially to step up and work and they are never going to be criticized for not working again. Anyone who expects them to will be shamed

Also not how mercenary Kensington Palace is. When the King was diagnosed, they made no public statement of support. They didn’t even like or share his announcement message. Nothing leaked about how they were supporting him, if the grandkids sent him cards etc. Now suddenly to prop up this fake cancer storyline, The King is used as a prop for “heartfelt lunches” and “emotional hospital visits”. They don’t care about him - it’s just useful to use him now.

People falling for this are chumps are it says a lot about the moral rot at Kensington Palace. William truly is Diana’s son in the worst way and I wonder if their dishonesty and opportunism will ever catch up to them.

Sorry for the long ask but I’m frankly pissed!

I think Heath Ledger's Joker pretty much sums up the situation at this point.

I will also say that I completely side-eye the excuse of giving a public statement now due to the kids' term break & Easter holiday. I've seen plenty of rumors that the UK press has known since January that Kate had a medical diagnosis of cancer regarding her operation. This certainly fits in with Tom Bower's statements at the end of February.

If that's true, then KP could have made a simple statement in February when the kids were on their half-term break about her condition, even if they didn't release that specific diagnosis. That statement would have quelled and quieted down all the speculation weeks ago. Except they didn't do that.

I don't buy this notion of making a statement right before they go hide away for three and a half weeks to protect their kids from their school chums, is it? Do six-, nine-, and eleven-year-olds at Lambrook really care about what the media says about their classmates' mother? I find this really hard to believe given that there hardly seems to be any social media pictures of them attending school functions in the two years the kids have been attending school there. Sure, there's one pic here or there, but when the world is wondering "Where is Kate?," I didn't see any news reports quoting Lambrook parents supporting the speculation that Will had secretly offed Kate. Instead the Lambrook parents seem to be pretty keen on keeping the media/press out of their children's schooling. I don't buy the rationale of Kate announced it now due to the kids' break.

I think the British media is a bunch of clowns, and they are still set about continuing to be so. There were rumors circulating that the BBC was on alert for news about Kate a week ago. Lo and behold, the Beeb filmed Kate's video on Wednesday for a Friday night news dump. But last weekend, Roya Nikkhah was publishing KP pr about how Kate would only talk about her health in person to people she visited on engagements. This weekend Roya is writing about how Charles & Kate's cancer is bringing them both together! And yet, she will continue to post drivel-like scraps even if it's a complete fabrication by KP. KP already had a plan to do a video of Kate if rumors were already circulating at the BBC. When is Roya going to stop accepting nonsense from her KP-related sources? When will all of them? I wonder...

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gerec · 12 days

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For the Anon who asked if I knew of any fics where Charles met Erik when he was 17 - I knew I was missing a fic when i answered you and lo and behold I've just found it again!!! It's part of @ikeracity's tumblr ficlets compilation and I stumbled on it while I was doing a re-read :D

So here you go - it's amazing and I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 51: charles and erik met earlier in xmfc AU

anon prompt: i have this little theory; charles said he met erik when he was 17 and what if it’s true, what if it’s not just another mistake in the whole serie of movies. charles and erik could have met back then, and charles also can erase that from his memory like when he did with moira. maybe he would have expected them to meet again, maybe he knew it was him in the ocean, maybe he didn’t need to read his mind to know he was erik, maybe he expected things to be different now...

(takes place at the CIA compound)

#gerec rambles #cherik #fic rec #canon au #alternate first meeting #fic search

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laura1633 · 18 days

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"He absolutely didn’t expect the biggest issue would be Charles’ moral compass." GOLD 😍 This is so funny though Victoria coming up to the lair with the intel, ready to take her brother home. The moment Max opens the door, she POUNCES on him, her brother! when she hugs him, she feels a weird protruding thing against her stomach and she looks down to find-- lo. behold-- a bump. She doesn't even look up at Max, immediately on Charles with a knife against his throat. Charles, obviously, won't just back down so there is a scuffle for a few minutes while Max standing unimpressed like "*sigh*, Alphas" They finally sit down to talk [A LOVED THE ANON'S IDEA] And Victoria is like "*Growling* this guy? for fuck's sake Max" and Max gets annoyed on Charles' behalf and just sits on his beloved's lap like "Yes bink, this guy" Victoria is NOT happy but her brother is and, and that's all she wants.

Lestappen Kidnapping Mafia au.

Yeah I feel like Victoria would be furious at first because she'd panic Charles has taken advantage but when she sees Max beaming and jumping into his alpha's lap she can't deny how happy Max is and that is all she ever wanted for him. 😍

#asks #lestappen mafia au

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venusinthepentagram · 2 years

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☆＊・you’ve got mail!:

♪ come home baby!

synopsis: kaeya stays out late at night. being the delightful partner you are, it’s your duty to bring him home, right?

contains: nsfw content, afab/fem reader, kaeyas pretends to be wasted lol, chubby reader, breeding, spitting

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Hot. The air was sticky and hot, the kind of weather that makes your skin buzz and let sweat gather between every crease and fold of skin. And boy were you sweating. Streamers of peach light decorated the streets of Mondstadt carefully, as if any more than the slightest touch would turn the city to ashes and, yet the temperature was still sky high. You would’ve loved nothing more than to be at home sipping on ice cold lemonade in your skimpiest clothes, better yet nothing at all, but here you were hunting down your disaster of a boyfriend. It certainly wasn’t unusually for you to have to retrieve him from Angels Share on nights like this but you’d rather not have to considering you were about to boil alive. Pushing the heavy wooden door open, you were immediately greeted by the heady smell of alcohol and musk. Rowdy shouts and conversation made you cringe: how Charles and Diluc dealt with this so often, you had no idea. Lo and behold your lovely navy haired boyfriend was slumped at the bar chatting away at Rosaria and clearly pissing off his brother. You quickly made eye contact with the redhead and shot him an apologetic look. Walking up behind Kaeya, you placed one hand on his left shoulder and your chin on the other. Lazily his gaze landed on you and a slightly more genuine smile crossed his lips.

“What’re you doin’ out so late, pretty?” Such smooth words from a man who was surely ninety percent alcohol at this point.

“Came to fetch you,” he arched a brow as if he didn’t get why you’d do such a thing (he knew damn well). Shifting on his stool, he moved to rise off the wood and made a dramatic show of stretching. Shooting a slight nod and wave to those in the tavern he knew as a goodbye, he earned similar gestures back alongside a glare from Diluc who you think muttered ‘good riddance’ under his breath but you weren't watching close enough to confirm. Regardless, you knew he didn’t really mean it. Once fully on his feet Kaeya threw one arm over your shoulder and placed an uncomfortable amount of his weight on you while kissing the crown of your head.

Finally you were heading home.

Whenever Kaeya got drunk he unconsciously lowered his body temperature so the heat was slightly more bearable with his ice cube body on top of you. He was humming a tune you vaguely remembered hearing on one of your trips to the winery but you if you asked he’d tell a pre-made lie about hearing it around the Knights Headquarters from Klee. Cool fingers rubbed small circles and stars on your arm that brought goosebumps to the surface. You casted him a side glance only to find him already looking at you with a dopey smile placed on his lips.

“Hey, cutie.”

“Can I help you?”

Faux hurt passed over his face briefly. “Well, I was going to compliment you pretty girl but since you’ve wounded me so deeply,” he pretended to ponder for a moment, “I’m going to compliment you regardless. Nice tits.” You considered smacking him across the head but with your body preoccupied holding him up, you couldn’t do a whole lot. Unfortunately. Thankfully you were approaching the door to your shared apartment. It took an annoyingly long amount of time to heave the both of you up the stairs but once at the top, Kaeya seemed to magically regain his ability to walk and stand normally. He swung the door open for you to enter first before following you close behind. You knew he was clingy but to pretend he was drunker than he was just to lean on you was a new, but not unwelcome, low. The lighting in the room was low due to the late hour but you could still make out the sly smirk across your beloveds lips as he kicked the door shut unceremoniously. The gap between the two of you was quickly closed as he grabbed the plush fat of your hips, lips landing on your neck and collarbone. It brought a sigh out of you and Kaeya ate it up.

“Someones enjoying themselves already,” he nipped your clavicle, “allow me to undress you, it sure was hot out there.” His rough fingertips glided under your shirt to pull it off before making quick work of your bra. He palmed your tits eagerly, tongue dragging down to suck and lick at the skin of your breasts and nipples. Soft whimpers left your mouth in quick concession as you attempted to fiddle with the complicated buttons and such of his clothes. Kaeya chuckled lowly before pulling away and helping you discard of his own clothes. His hands then cupped your ass cheeks as he lifted you up effortlessly to carry you only over to the couch and laying you down. He spread your legs before settling between them while pushing your skirt up and panties aside. Long fingers rubbed at your clit and spread the lips of your cunt. The little moans you let out had his cock growing somehow harder. Leaning back, he spit directly onto your pussy. The action has your heart and clit pounding. But as his actions would prove, Kaeya didn’t intend on going slow. Shifting around slightly he pushed down his lower layers only enough to free his cock from the constraints. With one hand still working your puffy cunt he began stroking his cock slightly while he made sure you were wet enough to take him; he wasn’t small by any means. Kaeyas dick was mouthwatering. Long enough to push up against your cervix and thick enough to always make you feel a pleasant stretch. Slightly tanner than the rest of his skin and with a rosy head that always leaked ridiculous amounts of precum. Heavy balls to match the rest and the slightest amount of hair covering them. It always had you seeing stars. Without warning, he began settling the tip inside of you. Thumb still caressing your clit softly, he impatiently pushed in. Your small mewls only served to make him more desperate. He didn’t take much time to bottom out which only made the stretch more apparent but he knew you liked it that way. Kaeya tried a couple small test pumps before fully pulling out and slamming back in, a loud clap accompanying the motion. The pace he set was bruising and made your head spin. The pressure on your clit only adding to the sensation. His other hand moved up and around to grope at all of your exposed skin. Grabbing your heavy tits, the plush fat of your stomach, and settling around your throat finally. Sex with Kaeya was always filthy even if it wasn’t particularly kinky. With your mouth open and moaning he took the opportunity to spit directly to the back of your throat while grinning.

“Swallow.” And you did. All of the combined sensory overload had you getting closer and closer to the edge; Kaeya could tell. His pace got slightly slower but significantly harder as he focused on hammering into the spot that made you feel best while increasing the pressure and speed he rubbed at your clit. Within moments, as his hand came back down to grope at your rolls and hips, you came. It was messy and sudden, just the way you both liked it. Your puffy cunt squirting all over his fat dick while Kaeya chased his own high. The feeling of your walls clamping through your orgasm had him coming not long after.

“Gonna breed you. Fill this tight lil cunt, make sure I knock you up. Gotta fill this belly with my kids. Get you all nice and round,” his rambling continued. His hands resting and grabbing at the plush of your tummy and thighs desperately while he shot a fat load right into your womb. The feeling alone had you squirming and coming undone for the second time that evening. The thrusts slowly came to a stop, his dick still resting inside of you while a sideways grin graced his features. One hand came up to brush the hair out of his face while the other went down to gently caress your cheek.

“Did so good f’me.” The gentle touches had you drifting off softly. You had dreams of having his kids that night.

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a/n: hehe kinda short but u get the point!!!!

#genshin impact x you #genshin impact x reader #kaeya x reader #cw: breeding #cw: pregnancy mention #chubby reader

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