#alexandra leclerc

[countingstars-17]

charles 😭

[moonlightproblems]

hi! love ur workkkk :) can i request a lando x reader where lando obv travels a lot so he isnt home a lot of the times and worries abt her being lonely, so reader lies and tells him she has all these friends but really shes struggling a lot being in monaco alone and doesn’t have any friends. lando comes home to surprise her and maybe he comes home in the middle of reader being upset about how lonely she feels and she tells him the truth. slight angst with lots of comfort maybe ending where some of the wags like alexandra and/or carmen invite her out!

Don’t Pretend for Me

Lando Norris x Girlfriend!reader

Synopsis: Reader hides her loneliness in Monaco until Lando comes home early and finds her upset. After she finally admits the truth, he comforts her and connects her with Alexandra and Carmen, who welcome her at brunch and help her feel less alone.

Warning: social anxiety, emotional comfort

Moonlight Radio: hii! ty, hope u like it!

PATREON: Exclusive Content

ʙᴇ ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀɴᴇᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴘᴀᴄᴛ ɪꜱ ʙɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ♡

The apartment is too quiet again.

It’s the kind of quiet that presses against your ribs, that makes the walls feel closer than they are. Monaco is beautiful - everyone says that. Everyone posts about it like it’s a dream. But dreams aren’t supposed to feel like this: echoing, empty, and a little bit cold.

You sit on the kitchen floor, back against the cabinet, knees pulled to your chest. You’d tried to hold it together all day. You’d even sent Lando a photo of your “girls’ brunch” - a plate of pancakes you made yourself and a strategically angled shot of an empty café table outside your window.

He’d replied instantly.

“Looks fun, baby. I’m glad you’re not lonely while I’m away.”

That one hurt more than it should have.

Because you were lonely. Painfully so. And you hated that he worried about it, hated the guilt in his voice every time he said he wished he could be home more. So you lied. You told him you were making friends, going out, settling in.

But the truth was that Monaco felt like a party you weren’t invited to.

You bury your face in your hands, shoulders shaking as the tears finally spill over. You cry quietly - you’ve gotten good at that - until a soft click breaks through the silence.

The front door.

You freeze.

Then you hear it: the unmistakable sound of Lando’s suitcase wheels bumping over the threshold.

“Love?” His voice is warm, hopeful, excited. “I’m home early. Wanted to surprise you.”

You swipe at your face, but your breath is still uneven, your eyes still wet. You stand too fast, dizziness washing over you as you try to compose yourself.

He rounds the corner before you manage it.

And he stops dead.

His smile falls instantly. “Hey… hey, what’s wrong?” He drops his bag and crosses the room in seconds, hands cupping your face, thumbs brushing your damp cheeks. “Baby, talk to me.”

You shake your head, embarrassed. “I’m fine. I’m just— I wasn’t expecting you.”

He gives you that look - the one that sees right through you. “You’ve been crying.”

“I’m okay,” you whisper, but your voice cracks.

Lando pulls you into his chest without another word. His arms wrap around you, strong and warm and grounding. You melt into him, fingers curling into the back of his hoodie as another sob escapes.

He holds you tighter.

“I knew something was off,” he murmurs into your hair. “Every time I called, you sounded… I don’t know. Like you were trying too hard.”

Your breath stutters. “I didn’t want you to worry.”

“Worry about what?”

“That I’m lonely.” The confession slips out, small and broken. “That I don’t have anyone here. That I lied about having friends because I didn’t want you to feel guilty for being gone all the time.”

Lando pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes soft and pained. “Baby… why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because you already feel bad when you travel. I didn’t want to make it worse.”

He shakes his head, forehead pressing to yours. “You don’t make anything worse. You’re the one thing that makes all of it better.”

Your eyes fill again.

“I just… I feel stupid,” you whisper. “Everyone else seems to fit in here. All the girls have each other. And I’m just… alone.”

Lando’s jaw tightens - not in anger at you, but at the thought of you hurting like this without him knowing.

“You’re not alone,” he says firmly. “Not ever. And you don’t have to pretend with me. I don’t care if you have one friend or twenty. I care that you’re okay.”

You lean into his touch as he wipes your tears with gentle fingers.

“I’m sorry,” you breathe.

“Don’t be.” He kisses your forehead. “Thank you for telling me. I’m proud of you.”

You let out a shaky laugh. “For crying on the kitchen floor?”

“For trusting me enough to let me see it.”

He pulls you back into his arms, swaying you slightly, like he’s trying to rock the sadness out of you. And for the first time in weeks, the apartment doesn’t feel so suffocating.

After a while, he guides you to the couch, tucking you under his arm. “Okay,” he says softly. “Here’s what we’re gonna do. I’m home for the next few days. No media, no events, no nothing. Just us. And when I go again, we’ll make a plan so you’re not stuck here feeling like this.”

You nod against his shoulder.

“And,” he adds, reaching for his phone, “I’m texting someone.”

Your head lifts. “Who?”

He gives you a tiny smile. “Alexandra. And Carmen. They’ve been asking about you, you know. They want to get to know you.”

Your brows knit. “They… do?”

“Yeah. They think you’re sweet. And they know what it’s like to move here and feel out of place.”

Before you can protest, his phone buzzes.

He reads the message, then grins.

“They said - and I quote - ‘Bring her out with us this week. We’ll take care of her.’”

Your chest warms, something hopeful blooming where the loneliness had been sitting heavy.

“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to,” Lando says gently. “But you don’t have to do this alone anymore.”

You swallow hard. “I… think I’d like that.”

He beams, kissing your temple. “Good. Because they’re already planning it.”

You laugh, a real one this time, and Lando’s whole face softens like he’s been waiting to hear it.

He pulls you closer, tucking you under his chin. “I love you,” he murmurs. “Even when you’re sad. Even when you’re struggling. Even when you think you have to hide it. I love all of it.”

Your fingers curl into his hoodie again. “I love you too.”

And for the first time in a long time, you believe that maybe - just maybe - Monaco won’t always feel so lonely.

Not with him.

And not with the people who are finally reaching out their hands.

—

You wake up the next morning with Lando’s arm draped over your waist, his face buried in your shoulder like he’s trying to fuse himself to you. He always sleeps like this when he’s been away - like he’s making up for every night he wasn’t here.

For a moment, you let yourself enjoy it. The warmth. The weight. The quiet.

Then your phone buzzes.

A message from Alexandra.

“Brunch today? Nothing fancy. Just us girls. 12:30?”

Your stomach flips. Not in a bad way - more like standing at the edge of a diving board and knowing you want to jump, but your legs aren’t convinced yet.

Lando stirs behind you. “Mm… who’s texting my girl this early?”

You show him the screen.

He blinks once. Then he grins so wide it’s almost stupid. “See? Told you they wanted to hang out with you.”

“I’m nervous,” you admit quietly.

He props himself up on an elbow, brushing hair away from your face. “I know. But you’re gonna be great. They’re lovely. And they already like you.”

“You’re biased.”

“Yeah,” he says, kissing your cheek, “but they’re not.”

You exhale slowly. “Okay. I’ll go.”

He beams like you just told him he won pole.

—

Brunch

You arrive at the café early - because being late feels like the worst possible option - and spend five minutes pretending to read the menu while your heart tries to escape your chest.

Then you hear your name.

Alexandra approaches first, warm smile, sunglasses perched on her head. Carmen is right behind her, waving like you’ve known each other for years.

“Hi!” Alexandra pulls you into a hug before you can overthink it. “It’s so good to finally meet properly.”

Carmen hugs you too, softer but just as genuine. “Lando’s been talking about you nonstop.”

Your face heats. “Oh god.”

Alexandra laughs. “Don’t worry. It was all cute.”

You sit together, and for the first few minutes you’re stiff, careful, trying not to say anything weird. But they’re easy - surprisingly easy. They ask about you, not in a prying way, but in a we want to know you way.

And slowly, you start to relax.

When the food arrives, Carmen leans in. “So… how are you finding Monaco? Be honest.”

Your fork pauses mid‑air.

Alexandra gives you a knowing look. “It’s not as glamorous as Instagram makes it seem, right?”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “It’s… been hard. I don’t really know anyone here.”

Carmen nods immediately. “Same when I moved. I cried like every other day.”

Alexandra raises her hand. “I cried every day.”

You blink. “Really?”

“God, yes,” Alexandra says. “It’s lonely at first. Everyone assumes you’re living this perfect life, but it’s isolating. And the traveling? The weird schedules? The pressure? It’s a lot.”

Carmen reaches across the table and squeezes your hand. “You’re not the only one who struggled. And you don’t have to figure it out alone.”

Your throat tightens - but in a good way this time.

“We’ve got you,” Alexandra adds. “Seriously. If you ever want to hang out, or talk, or just sit in silence and scroll TikTok together, we’re here.”

Something warm blooms in your chest.

“Thank you,” you whisper. “Really.”

—

Later - Back Home

Lando is pacing the living room when you walk in, pretending he’s not waiting for updates even though he absolutely is.

When he sees your smile - small, tired, but real - he stops.

“How was it?”

You kick off your shoes and walk straight into his arms. “Good. Really good.”

He wraps you up instantly. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. They were… kind. And honest. And they get it.”

Lando presses a kiss to your temple, relief flooding his voice. “I’m so glad, baby.”

You pull back just enough to look at him. “Thank you. For telling them. For… everything.”

He shakes his head. “You did this. You showed up. I’m proud of you.”

Your cheeks warm. “They invited me out again next week.”

His eyes light up. “That’s amazing.”

You rest your forehead against his chest. “I don’t feel so alone anymore.”

He holds you tighter, voice soft. “Good. Because you’re not.”

—

That Night

You curl into Lando on the couch, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your arm.

“You know,” he murmurs, “I think they’re gonna love you.”

You smile into his hoodie. “I think… maybe I’ll love them too.”

He kisses the top of your head. “Told you. You just needed your people.”

You breathe out, slow and steady, feeling lighter than you have in months.

Monaco doesn’t feel so big anymore.

Not when you finally have a place - and people - in it.

ᴘᴀᴛʀᴇᴏɴ: ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴀᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱ, ᴇxᴛᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇꜱ, ᴇxᴄʟᴜꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ: ʀᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ꜰʀᴏᴍ ꜱᴏᴄɪᴀʟ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ ᴀᴜ’ꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ ᴀᴜ’ꜱ - ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘʀɪᴏʀɪᴛʏ ʀᴇϙᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ

ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ - ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ.

ɪᴛ’ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ, ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛɪɴɢ

[camilyuzumakialves]

You never imagined this would happen, who would have imagined that when you named your dachshund Charles you would also be dating Arthur Leclerc?

Family lunch

The Monaco apartment smelled deliciously of Pascale's Sunday lunch. Arthur held your hand, visibly more nervous than when he's on the starting grid. Beside you, with a vibrant red collar and the posture of someone who owned the principality, was his faithful squire: a smooth-haired Dachshund.

"Are you sure your mother won't mind?" you whispered.

"She'll love it," Arthur assured you, though he was laughing in anticipation. "The problem isn't my mother. It's my brother's ego."

As soon as you entered, the commotion began. Alexandra and Charlotte were the first to see. They both let out an "Aww!" in unison, immediately crouching down.

"Arthur!" "You didn't say you'd bring such an elegant guest!" Charlotte exclaimed, reaching out for the puppy to sniff. "He's beautiful!" Alexandra laughed as the dachshund tried to lick her nose. "What's his name?" You took a deep breath, exchanging a mischievous look with Arthur. "His name is Charles." There was a sudden silence in the room. Lorenzo, who was serving wine, stopped the bottle in mid-air. Charles Leclerc (the human), who was coming out of the kitchen with a plate of bread, froze in place.

"Excuse me?" Charles asked, raising an eyebrow. "I think I heard wrong." "You didn't," Arthur said, bursting into laughter. "The dog's name is Charles. She had him long before we started dating, I swear!"

"Are you telling me," Lorenzo began, trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably, "that Arthur spends his weekends hearing 'Charles, sit!', 'Charles, don't bite the shoe!'" "And 'Charles, stop licking the floor!'?" —Basically—you shrugged, holding back a laugh.—And the best part is that Charles (the dog) is much more obedient than his brother.

Pascale came out of the kitchen wiping her hands on her apron and, upon seeing the little intruder, her eyes lit up. She didn't even say hi to Arthur; she went straight to the Dachshund. —Oh, what a cute little thing! Come here, Charles! Who's the good boy?—She picked him up as if he were a grandson.—Finally a Charles who doesn't talk back to me and finishes his whole plate without complaining about the seasoning!

—Mom!—Charles complained, indignant.—I'm a Ferrari driver! I have wins at Monza! I can't be replaced by a dog with the body of a cannelloni!

—He's aerodynamic, Charles—Charlotte teased, petting the pet's ear.—Look at the shape. He's made for speed. — I think it's appropriate — Lorenzo added, patting his brother on the back. — He's short, determined, and, from what I'm seeing, he also likes being the center of attention. He's practically his twin.

The climax was when Charles (the human) tried to sit at the table and little Charles let out an authoritative bark at him.

— He just growled at me? In my place at the table? — Charles looked at Arthur, incredulous.

— Sorry, bro — Arthur shrugged, helping himself to a piece of bread. — He got here first. And honestly? Mom already served him a little piece of ham. You're still waiting for your risotto. Accept defeat, "Charles 2".

Chaos on the Grid: The Day Monaco Met Two Charleses The Entrance: Arthur held your hand, trying to guide you through the sea of ​​people, while you held the vibrant red leash (with a discreet Ferrari logo, a gift from Pascale) of Charles, the Dachshund. Lorenzo and the girls (Alexandra and Charlotte) followed closely behind, acting as bodyguards for the little "sausage dog." Charles (the dog) seemed to own the place. Ears flying, tail wagging, completely ignoring the noise of the engines and focusing only on the smells of fancy food coming from the hospitality areas. The Chaos Begins: You were standing near the entrance to the Ferrari garage, waiting for Charles (the driver) to come out for the formation lap. The area was packed. Suddenly, an F1 employee, distracted with a clipboard, almost tripped over the dog. —Hey! Watch your foot!—you shouted instinctively.—Charles, come here! Stay close to me! The magic of the Paddock happens at that moment: time stops. At least three Ferrari mechanics, two security guards, and a Sky Sports journalist look at you with the same "Huh?" expression. The Chain Reaction:

Ferrari: A track engineer identical to Jock Clear, who was rushing by, freezes. — Excuse me? You… you just gave an order to the driver through the Paddock? Charles is in the bathroom now!

The Other Drivers (The Legend): Lando Norris, who was passing by on a scooter, brakes sharply. — Wait a minute. — He takes off his sunglasses. — Did I hear right? The sausage's name is Charles?

Arthur Leclerc goes into "total chaos" mode: — Yes, Lando! My new "brother's" name is Charles Leclerc. And honestly? He's more consistent in the corners.

than the original. Lando lets out a laugh that draws even more attention. — This is incredible! — He grabs his cell phone. — I need to film this for Instagram. "Guys, Charles has changed a lot since the last GP."

The "Original" Charles Appears: At this moment, Charles Leclerc (the driver), already with his Ferrari racing suit tied around his waist, leaves the garage, focused. He hears Lando's laughter and sees the crowd.

— What's going on here? — he asks, adjusting his cap.

— Your number one fan has arrived, Charles! — Lorenzo says, holding back laughter. — And he's stealing all your sponsors.

You lift Charles the Dachshund into your lap for Charles the driver to see. The dog lets out a short, sharp bark, as if greeting his rival.

Charles Leclerc stops. He looks at the dog. He looks at you. He looks at Arthur (who is almost crying with laughter).

— You… you brought him to the Paddock? — Charles asks, his voice faltering slightly. — And is Lando filming?

— Yes, darling — Pascale says, appearing behind you. — And look how handsome he looks in red! He's so calm, unlike certain drivers I know.

The Comic Climax: Suddenly, Pierre Gasly runs past, in a hurry. — Guys, has anyone seen Charles? The drivers' briefing is about to start! In unison, Arthur, Lorenzo, Lando, and you point to the dog in your lap.

— He's here, Pierre! — Arthur shouts. — He said the briefing can wait, he needs treats first! Pierre stops, looks at the dog, lets out an "Oh, no," and starts laughing, turning back to take a picture.

The Million Dollar Picnic (or Crumb Picnic) A family picnic in the garden of their Monaco home. The family was distracted, chatting about race strategies. Leo and Charles (the dog) exchanged a knowing look. Without needing a single bark, the plan was executed: The Tactic: Leo served as a distraction, starting to spin around near Lorenzo's legs, who was holding the cheese plate. Meanwhile, little Charles, using his height (or lack thereof) to be invisible, slid under the towel. The Crime: When Lorenzo lowered his guard to pet Leo, Charles pulled the end of the towel with his teeth. The Result: Three Parma ham sandwiches and half a focaccia disappeared in seconds. The Reaction: "LORENZO! WHERE'S MY SNACK?" shouted Charles (the pilot). "I saw Leo here a moment ago!", Lorenzo replied. But the two dogs were already lying on their backs, pretending to be fast asleep with crumbs on their snouts.

Aquatic Chaos (The Perfect Synchronization) House pool, sunny afternoon. Arthur and Charles were relaxing on pool floats. You were sitting on the edge with your feet in the water. Arthur: "Look at the peace, finally the 'brothers' are quiet." Little did he know. Leo and Charles were at the edge of the pool. Leo started barking frantically at nothing on the left side. Arthur and Charles turned to see what it was. At that exact second, little Charles jumped right onto Arthur's stomach, making the float flip over. As Arthur fell into the water, Leo took advantage of the chaos to jump in and steal Charles' (the driver's) designer sunglasses that were on the side table. Charles Leclerc: "MY SUNGLASSES! LEO, COME BACK HERE! ARTHUR, HOLD YOUR DOG!" It was a chase: two elite drivers running after two wet dachshunds that were running in a zigzag pattern (which made it impossible to catch them).

The Paddock on Red Alert The Ferrari Motorhome. Bringing a dog was already difficult, but bringing the dynamic duo was a monumental tactical error. The Espionage Crime: They managed to escape their leashes while you were talking to Alexandra. Where did they go? Straight to the McLaren garage. The Rescue: You and Arthur found them both inside. Leo was sitting on top of Lando Norris's spare tire, and your Charles was calmly chewing on one of an engineer's headphones. The Chaos: Lando Norris: "Someone tell Ferrari they sent the shortest spies in history here? Leo is trying to steal our telemetry!" Arthur: "Charles, let go of the guy's headphones! For God's sake, we can't get kicked out of the Paddock on the first day!" You: "It's not my fault if they decided McLaren's coffee is better than Ferrari's!"

The Final Alliance At the end of the day, the Leclerc family was exhausted. Pascale was trying to clean the muddy paw prints from the carpet while the three brothers argued about who was to blame. You looked to the corner of the room and saw the scene that would define the fanfic: Leo and little Charles were sleeping in the same little bed, one on top of the other, forming an "X" of dachshunds.

Pascale (sighing): "They're more trouble than the three boys put together… but look, they're the only ones in this house who really know how to work as a team."

Charles Leclerc: "Sure, the demolition crew. Tomorrow I'm going to put GPS tracks on those two."

Arthur: "Good luck, Charles. Leo already hid his ca a cell phone charger under the sofa. I saw it."

[spencerreidswifeeeeeee]

2 Hands | Lando Norris

Pairing : Lando Norris x reader

synopsis: Y/n finds herself in a predicament after a drunken night with F1's biggest playboy, Lando Norris.

genre: slice-of-life

wc:2920

warnings: none (unedited)

You’ve made a terrible mistake.

There were two ways out of this, blame it on the liquor or… blame it on the liquor, there was really only one option. 

You inched your eyes open, blanket gripped tightly between your fingers as you covered your naked form. The warm sleeping body next to you, happened to be the ONE person you promised yourself you would never sleep with.

But hey, some promises are worth being broken. The soreness between your legs was an attestment to that.

The sky was still dark and gloomy outside and the clock on the nightstand glared a bright neon 03:00am. You lifted your head from the pillow, careful not to disturb him, the rise and fall of his bare chest was the only sign that he was alive. You knew for a fact that he could fall asleep during the worst of conditions but you’d like to think you did a good job of tiring him out.

You almost felt a sense of pride bloom beneath your ribcage.

You sat up and quickly tried to locate your clothes. You were like a thief in the night, light on your feet, searching with an expert ease to locate your underwear and quickly shoved them on, one leg and then the other, shimming into the lacey piece.

You hurried to throw on the closest sweater you could find and then your phone. You heard Lando stir in his sleep, a quiet groan released from his lips that made you freeze in your movements. Your heart pounded in your chest, threatening to stop at any moment.

You let out a breath and had a hard time finding your jeans before you gave up and quickly opened and closed the door in a quiet panic. And out you were in the dark hallway, coming face to face with a smirking Kelly Piquet.

You almost shrieked at the unexpected audience, a sharp inhale as you held a hand to your chest before you whispered “Are you crazy? What are you doing sneaking around at 3 am” you hissed violently.

She arched a brow, smug as she looked down at your bare legs, which now had goosebumps forming as the cool breeze of the midnight air hit them. She was dressed more appropriately for bed, long sweats and one of Max’s tshirts with her hair tied up.

“I could ask you the same thing” she whispered back, the glint in her eyes unrelenting. The hallway was dark, the only light emitted came from the bathroom 2 doors up. You struggled for words “pffft..” 

“Mhmm” Kelly nodded her head, enjoying watching you squirm under her gaze.

“Do NOT say anything” you pointed at her, trying to be stern, or at least a little threatening. Which was absolutely ridiculous considering your wild hair and less than convenient clothing choices.

“Didnt know you were such a McLaren fan” Kelly smiled "would've gotten you a VIP pass but, you certainly had that covered” 

“You evil, evil woman” you muttered as she released a giggle from her mouth before mouthing a cheeky goodnight as she pranced off to her room.

You groaned before making your way to your own room in the chalet.

This was gonna be one fun trip.

*****

“Up up up” A knock pounded on your door before it flung open and entered a flurry of women. The girls trickled in one after the other. Alex yanked the curtains open to reveal the frosted floor length window and snowed up mountain view. Lily decided it best to hop right into bed next to you, the mattress shifting under her weight as her cold feet brought a shock to your warm body.

You whined and tried to cover your head with the duvet that was rudely grabbed from your fingers.

“It's 8 am, we need to hit the slopes before the rush hits” Kelly, ever the planner plopped down on the edge of the bed. 

“Ugh, you guys” you huffed out as you tried to shield your eyes from the sudden brightness entering the room. You could hear the noise of the guys downstairs, the shuffling of feet and the slamming doors. The house was alive with the rush of the morning.

“You need coffee and a hairbrush” Lily sat up next to you before taking a sniff in your direction “and a shower” she concluded.

You were barely up five minutes and you regretted it. You sat up in your bed, running a hand through your hair and looked up to find 3 expectant women, waiting. They were like spectators and you were the ball being thrown across the court, being hit at multiple speeds and directions.

“I'm assuming she told you” you narrowed your eyes at an unapologetic Kelly. She smiled gracefully with a careless shrug.

“We need details” Alex was alive with questions, wide eyes and a grin too big for 8 am.

“There's nothing to tell” you lifted your shoulders “there were shots of tequila and a game of truth or dare” you said “or maybe it was never have I ever” you tried to recall the night before. It was a very hazy first night.

You remembered the heat of the fire on your legs, the smell of the birria tacos Alex spent 2 days preparing for the trip and the burn of tequila, shot after shot. 

Then it was quiet, the breathy giggles that turned into whispered secrets, the smell of his aftershave and the feel of his tongue against yours. His hands, twice the size of yours, calloused in all the right places but used for all the wrong…very wrong reasons.

Your breath caught, stuck between your lungs "definitely nothing to tell” you concluded, a faint blush rushed to your cheeks, a betrayal of words.

“Shame shame, I know your name” Lily sing-songed from beside you.

“Alright, we’ll let it go” Kelly decided ignoring Alex’s pout and desire to hear about your fun night  “only because it's time to get ready and you need a shower” 

“Do I really look that bad?” you frowned

“You look like you barely survived the night aaaand you might wanna cover those up” Alex circled around your neck, prompting you to immediately cover up with your hand. “What?” you exhaled and your heartbeat pulsed against your skin.

You groaned louder this time, plopping back down onto your back and grabbed a pillow against your face to scream into it. 

Soon you were showered, hair brushed, teeth cleaned and your neck freshly packed with concealer. You braced yourself as you entered the busy kitchen. It was loud, the tv played sports highlights, the heat of the fire made the open planned space glow with a golden hue.

Lando was sat comfortably on the couch, legs spread out before him, dressed in a black crewneck and grey joggers. His hair was ever so messy, curls falling all over the place, his skin so tan under the hue of the fire, he looked like a honey glazed donut, tempting you to take a bite.

His eyes caught yours across the room. You almost forgot to breathe, suffocated under his gaze as his eyes trailed down from your face and lingered on your now covered neck. You could have imagined it but he actually looked proud of himself, the corners of his mouth curled upward with pride.

He held your eyes, daring you to say something, maybe acknowledge what happened last night. He looked like a man starved for your attention. 

Attention you did not wanna give him.

“You gonna talk to him?” Alex came from behind, forcing you to look away. You gratefully accepted the coffee she offered. 

A warm cup of comfort, a blanket of heat covered you as you took the first sip. You almost choked on the unexpected heat that travelled down your throat.

“Nope” you coughed, placing the steaming cup on the counter. “Are you trying to kill me?” you wiped at your mouth. Alex laughed “sorry, I thought you liked things hot” she mentioned slyly.

“Oh haha” you grinned sarcastically, ignoring the burn on your tongue.

“Unless you plan on avoiding him this entire trip, I don't think that's possible” she advised.

She was right, you had to talk to him but avoiding him sounded so good right now. Especially since he looked as good as sin and your body wanted him to do unspeakable things to you. The memory of his hands all over you was so vivid, it felt like it was still happening.

“Nothing's impossible, if you try hard enough” you shrugged off those thoughts ,picking up the cup once again and taking another careful sip. The aroma alone calmed your nerves, your tense shoulders and your racing mind. 

“Okay Ms Philosopher” Alex smiled, raising her hands as she took a step back. You rolled your eyes. You walked around the counter and to the fridge to look for something to eat, hopefully some leftovers of last night.

“Knock knock” a knock came from the front door as it opened slowly. Your heart plummeted to the ground.

You recognised the voice before she even came in, her signature scent announced her arrival. 

It was Magui, Lando’s supposed ex-girlfriend in all her supermodel glory. You stood frozen as you took her in, her hair a perfect blonde head of curls and her make up flawless. Her perfectly manicured nails clutched around her travel mug and phone, while you donned chipped nail polish and a missing acrylic nail. 

Lando sat up straight, a deer in headlights as he looked at you. Panicked, he rose from the couch, walking towards Magui. 

“Oh my gosh, hi” you spoke up quickly as you found your voice.Your throat was dry and your body moved at its own accord. You reached to close the door behind her and she smiled as you welcomed her.

Your smile was so wide,the sides of your mouth began to hurt, your voice high, pitchy as you said “What a surprise, I didn't know you were coming” blood rushed to your ears.

“I didn't either” she shook her head as she tucked a strand behind her ear “Lando texted last night” she revealed before looking past you to Lando. 

You didn't know what was worse, the guilt you felt or the fact that Lando was such a jerk to sleep with you, knowing he invited his ex to join the trip.

“Well either way, welcome” you smiled before excusing yourself. You turned around and walked off and up the stairs. You avoided looking or even breathing in his direction as you stomped up each step. You could still see the confused look on Max’s face before you walked off.

What a mess.

“Magui’s here” you announced as you entered the bathroom where all the girls were hovered around the large vanity mirror. Alex gasped as she looked at you through the mirror, eyes widened as she stopped curling her hair.

“What?” Lily exclaimed from the toilet seat while applying her lipgloss using her hand mirror.

“Yeah” you nodded your head. “I greeted her and I probably looked like a mad woman, smiling that much” you explained, walking up and down.

“On a scale of 1 to Harley Quinn…how bad was it?” Kelly winced.

“I dunno” you placed your head in your hands.

“What do I do?” you whined “I thought they were broken up” 

“They were” Alex started “at least thats what Charles said”

“Yeah well it clearly DID NOT STICK”

You were definitely freaking out. Guilt gnawed at your stomach and gripped its way up to your chest, a heavy weight climbing up the rope attached to your neck. 

You’ve always considered yourself a girl's girl and NEVER the other woman. But now you were and you felt disgusted, angry and frankly, capable of murder.

But admitting that meant that you cared and you didn't. Lando could do whatever he wanted with his messy relationship. 

“Aww babe, nobody thinks less of you. Or that you’re a homewrecker or a selfish hooker selling herself on the street of New York for 15 dollars and mediocre sex” Kelly said and you instantly looked up at her, narrowed your eyes and tilted your head.

“What?” you nearly yelled “Who was thinking THAT?” you exclaimed looking around the bathroom.

Alex snorted and Lily failed to stifle a laugh “15 dollars?” Lily cackled, prompting Kelly to continue “I don't know the rates these days” she shrugged her shoulders with a wide smile.

“Oh my gosh, you’re ridiculous” you swung the bathroom door open, stepped out quickly before landing hard against the door. 

You smelled him before you heard him.

You looked up to see Lando. You felt a rush of anger bubble up in your chest, the tips of your ears were heating up, fuming.You glared at him as he opened his mouth to speak but you quickly put a hand up

 “No” you walked right past him and into your room.

Lando clearly wasn't taking no for an answer and quickly followed you in, hot on your heels and locked the door behind him. You barely had a second to exhale before he was in your space again.

Your entire body tensed up, whether with the memories of the previous night, or the anger of knowing he texted his ex-girlfriend. You couldn’t choose.

“You fucking dickhead” the words flew out of your mouth as you poked his shoulder roughly. He didn't move an inch.

“I know” he let out a breath while caressing his shoulder “I was so fucking drunk last night, I dont even remember texting her” he admitted.

“Oh and that makes it better?” you snapped back “You made me look like an idiot” 

“Me?” he frowned and you knew he was about to get defensive “You were the one who welcomed and literally ushered her in like some butler” he said.

“Sorry I was blindsided, I literally slept with her boyfriend” you exclaimed.

“We’re not together anymore Y/n” he gripped the roots of his hair in frustration 

“Maybe so, but this” you motioned between you two “will never happen again” you declared.

“Baby come on” you tried to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat at the term of endearment .He sounded so convincing, so sweet and tender and almost unravelled you with just the tilt of his head and the softness of his voice.

“No Lando” you stepped back, seeing how close he’s gotten. The smell of his cologne surrounded you, threatening to drown you. You felt locked in a cage with no way out.

You weren't looking for one anyway.

“Y/n come on, we didn't do anything wrong” he tried to justify.

“You texted your ex-girlfriend” you repeated.

“I was drunk y/n” he exclaimed “what do you want me to say?” he clenched his jaw, teeth gritted tightly together.

“I could say the same thing” you threw your hands up in the air “and you know what they say about drunk minds and sober thoughts” you continued.

“Thats not what this is” he countered.

“I don't care” you retorted.

“Looks like you do”

“Well I don't" you denied almost childishly.

There was an awkward lull in the air before he decided to speak again.

“Do you regret it?” he glanced down at your lips, tongue running along his own, coating them in a shiny layer of saliva. 

You swallow hard, heat rising in your body. His hand found its way up to the side of your neck, warm and possessive, his thumb grazing along your pulsepoint and then your jaw. 

Goosebumps ran up your arms, a shiver up your spine. You should’ve turned away, denied him the attention he supposedly craved from you.

You looked up at him through wispy eyelashes, lids heavy as you sucked in a sharp breath. 

His finger danced along the corner of your mouth. His lips were a whisper away from yours. You pulled him closer, flush against your front. His eyes darkened at the action.

The air between you seemed nonexistent as you struggled to breathe under his gaze. Lando wore his emotions in his eyes. You could always tell what he was thinking. 

Your eyes lingered on his lips, soft with the memory of how it tasted against yours.Your mind was clouded with thoughts of him.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers weaved through the hair along the nape of his neck. You didn't miss the sigh, the groan he released as he relaxed into you, head tilting as if to kiss you.

Your lips hovered over his, ghostly light, feathering against his own.

“Yes” you whispered, shattering the game of chess, who was strong enough to back away from the line.

You felt him tense up under your touch, pulling away from you. He inhaled sharply, having not expected such rejection. 

The absence of his body against yours left an ice cold trail in its wake. He backed away as if you’d burnt him.

You almost felt guilty.

“Right” he nodded, clearing his throat “I guess I’ll see you out there” he murmured looking anywhere but at you. 

You brought your lip between your teeth,biting down hard to keep from calling out to him, to tell him you didn't mean it but you didn't. 

You kept your mouth shut as you watched him unlock the door and leave.

You felt like you could finally exhale.

“Alright everyone, let's go!”

[thatonef1girl]

Hiii as you might have seen Alexandra announced her bridesmaids so maybe reader is a childhood friend of hers, ( they grew up together and everything but she lives in Paris) so ofc she’s one of the bridesmaids. So as she’s never been ( or just been a few times) in Monaco she never properly met the Leclercs so Alexandra invites her to dinner in their house with everyone: Charles, Lorenzo , Charlotte, Pascale … and she meets Arthur maybe he spills water on her dress or he makes a fool of himself ( + blushing and everyone teasing him )or something a bit awkward and cute like that 🥰

Anyway no pressure at all!! And I love your stories ( I actually got this idea after reader your George “ I have a boyfriend” fic when reader mentions Alex’s bridesmaids )

𓂃۶ৎGrabbing the Bouquet! x AL

#pairing: Arthur Leclerc x Fem!Reader #summary; When being the bridesmaid goes absolutely wrong and right at the same time. #word-count; 2K #MASTERLIST

The Leclerc marriage might as well be bigger than the Monaco Royal family's.

It was all the talk from Monte Carlo all the way to the south of Chile and north of Norway. West of USA and east of Australia. Everyone wanted to know the details of clothing, food, local, hour, all of it. Recently though everyone just wanted to get to know the bridesmaid of Alexandra Leclerc.

Of course the public expected the normal famous girls, Rebecca Donaldson, her mother, another WAG she's close to, but when the list name came out one stood out: Y/N. Not a WAG, not family, not a fellow influencer, unbeknown to everyone she was the closest of all the group of girls. Only Alexandra's childhood best friend, the one who had been there way before fame, before Charles, before the chaos.

The invite to become a bridesmaid had been natural and very expected, they had this planned out since diapers after all. A simple "I'd feel honored to have you as my bridesmaid, Y/N" and it was on it's way.

The thing is, the marriage would take place in Monaco of course. Capital of luxury, cars, and her groom's homeland. She had barely ever been there, once or twice maybe visiting-- usually it was Alexandra who'd stop by in Paris. So stepping out the car to that incredible city was certainly a new view.

The streets bathed in marble, cleaned and polished to perfection, the overly dressed people walking around or driving their sports car, it's the closest to heaven you'll find. The Leclerc house and family was much like the province they lived in. The manor was modern and high as to see the circuit below them, decorated for the pre-wedding lunch like a victorian painting. A voice cut trough her thoughts filled with cotton like a bullet.

"Y/N! You came, oh I'm so happy."

"Alexandra!"

The two old friends found each other in a hug, those heartfelt ones. When pulled back they both looked one another up and down. Her best friend looked simply amazing, the picture of grace and beauty. Chestnut hair straight and glowing, a soft elegant white ankle length dress, a pure sketch of Aphrodite.

"You look...spectacular." Y/N told her, as if that was new.

Her friend just swatted her hands, so casual "Don't even, you look incredible!"

With a sigh of acceptance or just simple awe, she continued "Alex this...this is a dream!" They chuckled "It's like you live in those movies we used to see as kids."

"I guess I just fell in love with that sort of guy, Charles lives a very...different life than most." The friends interlinked arms, starting to just walk around calmly trough the balcony.

"He does, that's for sure." She agreed, before she could continue to say something about her fiancee, Alex interrupted

"You should find someone as well."

Her tone..it was that tone that told Y/N her friend was planning something, and had been for a long time. Dreaming about finding her best friend a guy close to her so they could continue to see each other all the time, forever. It was Alexandra's way of being, if she had the leverage she wanted to bring her friends up with her.

Y/N's face blushed, "What do you mean by that."

"Just that'd be nice for you to find yourself... a boyfriend, maybe someone close to me." After some silence, she teased her "Heard Lando's single."

"Ew no, party guy much."

"Lewis?"

"You wish, he's out of reach even for us."

"How old is Hadjar?"

"Too young for me!"

"Now who else is single..."

"Nobody! Stop it" She jokingly swat her hand at her friend, both girls giggling like teenagers at their talk. "I'm not dating some driver, I'm not made out for this life like you are."

"You just wait, you'd make a super WAG, and you'd keep me company." Her voice was dreamy and all.

"That's all you want, isn't it? If you want my company so bad why don't you just marry me?"

The rest of the afternoon blurred into laughter, soft music, and the clinking of glasses that never quite emptied. Y/N stayed close to Alexandra most of the time, fingers occasionally brushing as if to reassure themselves that this was real—that after all these years, after all the distance and change, they were still exactly this. She had seen Charles from afar, talked to him once.

"Congratulations!" She offered briefly, a pleasntry.

He nodded politely "Thank you, it's so nice for you to have come, really. Alexandra could loose any bridesmaid, but not you."

Her lips formed a sad smiled "Awn, that's.. super nice, thanks for that."

He was charming, she'll give him that. Super handsome, a gentleman, she could 100% understand why Alex wanted this one, but he just didn't make her type. Too posh, like a little Ken doll from the royalty came alive.

His mother was equally a lady, Pascale had welcomed her warmly and accepted the marriage gift she had to offer.

"You're such a pretty girl." She admired, was the whole family just this nice?

"Thank you, Mrs Leclerc."

"I haven't seen you often, have I?" She started, this motherly look to her eyes that was quite comforting to see.

"Not really, I stay in Paris most the time. Alex is the one to come and see me."

"You know--"

It all happened quite fast. Whilst the older lady was preparing to go into some story about her youth or some story about her kids, they both heard a loud "Maman!" before a huge crash of two bodies. Y/N just felt someone huge slip on top of her and food drip down her shoulder as she found herself yelping and down the ground. Everyone around a 500 meter radium probably saw, gasps flew around.

When she finally managed to take a look at who had managed to tackle her, it wasn't hard to recognize him. Arthur Leclerc, Charles' younger brother. Apparently he had come running to his mother, slipped on a wet patch of something and managed to tumble both of them down whilst he had a full plate of spaghetti and sauce on his hand, which now were either on the floor or on her dress or his shirt.

After a small moment of confusion from every side, he knelt up and a horrified expression took over his face. "Merde merde merde, I'm so so sorry." He began apologizing.

Her gentle nature felt more embarrassed and sorry for him than mad really. "It's okay." She couldn't really say anything else though, it was awkward enough.

He helped her to her feet and groaned. "Shit, I'm an idiot. I ruined your dress."

"It's really okay, Arthur." She tried to reassure him.

"No! No, it's not, I'll.. I'll find you another dress." He was so red in the face he looked like the ferrari car. He looked around, hands rubbing nervously. "Uhm...Alexandra?"

Her best friend ran over, her cute brown eyes widen at the scene "Oh non Y/N." She sighed, "I really liked that dress, you looked adorable... but let's not be negative. At least it wasn't the official dress. I'll find you something else." Her heel clicked as she ran inside to look trough her own wardrobe, whilst Arthur couldn't help but just look like a sad puppy.

"I'm really sorry, Y/N is it? You're a bridesmaid, non?"

She chuckled and nodded, the worst of it was just how she smelled like food. "Yeah, Alex's best friend. And you're the famous Arthur?"

He gave a little chuckle, still not over the whole momentum. He found her hand and began leading her inside where they'd be out the public view. "I wouldn't say I'm very famous."

"You're a Leclerc, your family is like...more famous than the King and Queen of Monaco."

"I...yeah, to some point." He snorted, then his eyes roamed her body. "Alex was right, you did look amazing in that dress. Such a shame."

Oh what a flirt, was he not all french courtesy like his brothers?

Her cheeks tensed as she gave him a lopsided smile "Why thank you, but I'm sure Alex will find me one of those high fashion stuff, you've seen her, wouldn't be caught in a lazy afternoon hoodie for dead."

"You're staying for the whole wedding week?" He asked

"Yeah, bridesmaid duty calls. Are you a groomsmen?"

He nodded shyly, "Me and my brother Lorenzo both, it's like a little family tradition."

Before their chit chat could continue, Alexandra's voice boomed from upstairs. "Y/N come up! I've got the perfect dress!"

***

Every bridesmaid had a matching groomsmen, Rebecca had Carlos, Charlotte had Lorenzo, Y/N had no one. So it did feel a little planned out when Alexandra-- already in her beautiful and stunning wedding gown came over to her best friend and announced. "I'm pairing you up with Arthur if that's okay."

It would normally be very simple, but the way her friend couldn't help but look a little flushed was strange. "Of course... so we'll walk down the aisle together?"

"Yes, yes, just that."

When she found her boy and they linked arms, ready to do it all like it had been planned out, Arthur began with: "I don't have a spaghetti plate near me."

She snorted "You shouldn't be allowed near spaghetti for a decade now."

"Oh cmon" He laughed, a hand by his mouth-- such a small noticeable detail. Once again in the very same way he looked her up and down "You look stunning when you're not covered in sauce."

And then he winked.

Actually winked like a bloody fratboy and it was so endearing to watch.

"I--" She stumbled over her words, and just as the doors opened and she felt hotter than the sun, she whispered "Thank you."

It unfolded like something pulled straight from a dream—effortlessly luxurious, yet deeply personal in ways only someone so close to Alex like Y/N had been could understand. The bay glittered brighter that day, the ceremony draped in soft whites, delicate florals, and quiet opulence that never once felt excessive, only perfectly them. Every detail, from the gentle music echoing over the sea to the way their hands lingered together just a second longer than expected, carried a kind of tenderness that made even the most extravagant elements feel just right. It wasn’t just beautiful—it was emotional, the kind of love that settled warmly in everyone’s chest and stayed there long after the last glass had been emptied

That was for the media though, the afterparty was more for the family and friends. Loud mexican music booming, bridesmaid dancing around Alexandra like a cult of some sorts. And then the most waited moment of every unmarried lady arrived.

"I am going to throw the bouquet!" Alexandra announced, the girls shrieked and found themselves wrapping up in a ball around 3 meters behind her.

Y/N as well of course, she wasn't opposed to love-- just sadly single. In fact, grabbing that damn flower bouquet might as well just boost her confidence.

Alex made a whole show of pretending to throw once, twice, and finally-- the flowers were in the air! They spun, all girls reached out laughing, and when those tulips fell right onto Y/Ns hand like Venus herself had directed them there, she couldn't help but boost about it.

"YES!" She yelled, hugging it close and then finding her way to hug Alexandra as well.

"I can't believe you got it! Means your wedding is the next hm!" She grinned, which just made her friend shrug.

"I haven't even gotten a boyfriend, calm down."

"Oh but I think you're close."

Alexandra's hand pointed to someone in the crowd, and standing up admiring from afar was none other than Arthur himself. He had a sly smile to his face, thoughts in his head like a made out map of everything he wanted to do now. The blush that rose to her face told it all. Was it so obvious like that? How Arthur had become to smitten so quickly? It's common isn't it, those party boys who'll kiss anyone often find their soulmates suddenly and quickly.

Alexandra took the opportunity to tease. "We might end up both being Mrs Leclerc after all!"

═════════════════════════════════════════════

#note; Thank you so so much for your ask!! When I wrote that part in "I have a boyfriend" I really was thinking about a fic later haha, you read my mind! Hope you enjoy and ask anything anytime! It was hard to not turn this into an Alexandra x Reader grrrrrrr

[sebchalesbian]

Did Tumblr ever see the time people who clearly don't know F1 called Charles "an upper middle class kid from Dallas" because it's so fucking funny I think about it all the time

[loosergremlincore]

who's more in love

[residentheartache]

Missing you

Charles Leclerc x fem!reader x Alexandra Leclerc

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral sex, fingering, masturbation, dirty talk, sexting/video sex, exhibitionism, strong language, adult themes WlW (bisexuals are winning in this fic) Voyeuristic and Exhibitionism themes Fingering/manual stimulation Power dynamics within a consensual relationship Strong sexual language, Adult themes Threesome Relationship Dynamics Established Relationship and I’m not sure what else. PORN WITHOUT A PLOT

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

A/n don’t like don’t read. If you read and then proceed to get angry or offended then that’s on you.

Summary— While away at a team meeting, Charles receives an unexpected video from his girlfriends, Alexandra and Y/N. Assuming it’s another cute video of their dog, he opens it only to discover a much more intimate surprise waiting for him.

Word count — 816

Also this is not edited so there might be typos

Charles sat rigid at the long conference table, jaw tight as the engineers droned on about tire compounds and race strategy not really paying attention because he’d rather be at him in bed with his girls his phone that day on the table vibrated twice he glanced down not expecting anything urgent but the notification made me pause.

He was sent a video which he would have expected to be about Leo because Alex loved to record the pup whenever and wherever. Smiling he grabbed his and unlocked it wanting to watch the video of the dog but what he saw made him suck in a breath.

The preview of the paused viewstopped Charles' breath; he could see Alexandra’s thighs were spread out on their silky sheets with y/n down between them, her hands holding onto Alex’s thighs placing a chaste kiss while looking up at the camera and the sight made Charles cock twitch.

Charles cleared his throat, mumbling something about needing the restroom and blotted out the conference room and went straight for his office and closed the door behind him and locked it.

Unlocking his phone Charles watched as Alexandra spread her thighs wider on the silk sheets her phone angled at y/n who had a tight grip on her thighs and began pressing soft kisses on her skin said kisses went lower and lower until y/n had buried her tongue in Alex’s cunt licking at her sweet girlfriends swollen clit.

“Fuck Charles” Alexandra moans her voice breathy and desperate “look at what your missing out on. Y/n’s tongue feels so good on my pussy.”

Charles lets out a low groan because he knows for a fact how good y/ns tongue was he remembers when she first got it got it pierced and after it healed she sucked on an ice cube making her mouth cold and when she took his hot cock in his mouth the touch of the cold ball of her piercing on his head made him want to cum alone.

Charles watches as Y/n pulls back enough to let the camera see her glistening chin before diving back into lick a long stripe from Alexandra entrance up to her swollen clit moan when y/n’s fingers enter her cunt.

Charles’s cock twitched leaking a few beads of pre cum using it to coat his cock as he fucked into his hand.

“Charles” Alexandra gasps again hips rolling and grinding into y/n’s face fucking herself “she’s eating me so good. I wish you were here to fuck is both. But since you are not her I want you to watch her fingers disappear inside me while she sucks on clot.” Alexandra commands handing y/n the phone.

“Hi Charlie we miss you so why don’t you do us a favor baby and ditch that born’ ass meeting and come home.” Y/n teases into the camera before showing her how her fingers were coated in Alex’s cum she pulls her fingers out and gives Alex one good slap to her pussy making her moan out loud as y/n slid her fingers back into her stretching her pussy out.

Charles watches as the phone was passed back over to Alex catching y/n as she went back to her task of eating her girlfriend out moaning against her cunt she adds another finger making Alexandra’s back arching off the bed.

The wet sounds of Y/n’s mouth fill the room slurping sucking the obscene noise of fingers pumping into a wet pussy filled the room and it was all Charles could focus on as he fucks his hand panting his balls tightening “Jesus Christ” he groans.

Y/n doubled down fingers curling against Alexandra’s G-spot while she sucks hard on her clit Alexandra’s thighs start shaking her moans groaning louder and more broken as y/n brings her closer to the edge the camera capturing every twitch and gasp and she cums pushing her cunt harder onto y/n’s face as y/n took everything Alex was giving to her.

Charles grip tightened; he stroked faster thumb swiping over the leaking tip on every upstroke. His eyes stayed locked on the screen as the video came to an end he opened his own camera and began to record.

Charles groaned his hips coming off the chair he angled his phone down with his free hand and captured his hand fisting his cock precum dripping down the length of his cock and on to his knuckles the phone catching the wet sounds.

His balls tightened and as he came hard thick ropes of cum shot across his stomach and hand his low growl filled the office. When the last of the spurt landed he stopped recording breathing hard and still panting he sent the video to the girls with a message….

I’m coming home.