I Can't Help It When You Look Like That - John Nolan X Female Reader

I can't help it when you look like that - John Nolan x Female Reader

Summary: Your fantasies about your cop boyfriend/partner get the better of you and before you know it, you are incredibly horny. It does not help that your boyfriend looks so good in his uniform.

Warnings: age gap, piv, unprotected sex, car sex, rough, handcuffs, pussy eating, use of nickname (Darling, baby girl), multiple orgasms, interruption, (poorly written by an amateur writer), crap title I know, minors DNI

Word count: 5984

Fandom: The Rookie

Pairing: John Nolan x reader

It wasn’t unusual for you to feel this way. Your man always looked so damn good in his uniform. You found him sexy all the time, effortlessly sexy, but seeing him in that uniform? It just did something to you. You hadn’t told him about this, he’d tease you and most likely go out of his way to turn you on, even more than you already were.

What made things worse was the fact that he was your partner. You had to sit next to him every day, looking like the tastiest snack ever. You couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy towards the fabric that had the privilege of clinging to him, teasing you relentlessly day in and day out. Ugh, life can be so unfair sometimes, can't it?

The two of you have been dating for six months and you practically live at his now. Waking up with him was just as good as riding him into the mattress. Your sex life was amazing, but you never had the guts to talk about your fantasies. Thoughts of his uniform or his restraints...

One day, he finally noticed. You were so lost in your thoughts that you hadn’t realised he pulled up for lunch. Your mind was fixated on something sweeter...

He furrowed his brow and glanced down, "Do I have something on my pants?"

"What?" you inquired, snapped out of the daydream your mind had been lost in for the past thirty minutes. Your gaze shifted from his groin to his captivating blue eyes, “No, I just zoned out,”

“What were you thinking about?” he asked.

‘You railing me in this car,’ you thought.

“Nothing,” you quickly said, turning your head to look out the window, hoping he hadn't noticed the blush on your cheeks. You cleared your throat and shifted in your seat, pretending to focus on the surroundings. But, in reality, your mind wandered back to the image of him in his uniform and how amazing it would be to have him pin you down on the hood of the car.

You both sat in silence for a moment, your heart racing, your breaths sounded deafening in the silence. You knew he knew what you were thinking about, and you could feel his gaze burning a hole in the side of your head. You wondered whether he had any of these thoughts. Did he think you were sexy in your uniform?

“What’s going on in that pretty little mind of yours?” he asked, as he delicately placed his index finger on your forehead. The touch was barely there, yet it caused a wave of tingles to run down your back. You swallowed hard, feeling the warmth of his touch spread across your face. Slowly, his finger glided down your cheek, coming to a stop at your chin. As his finger descended further, it rotated until the back of his finger grazed your skin.

You closed your eyes, savouring the sensation of his touch, feeling the soft skin against yours. You wanted nothing more than to feel his entire body pressed against yours, to feel his weight pinning you down. You shifted slightly in your seat, the familiar ache between your legs growing more insistent.

“Really? Didn’t get enough last night?” he asked. You just rolled your eyes. You could totally tell he was smirking. Nope, you definitely didn't have enough. If you had a choice, you'd both stay in the bedroom all day.

“Do you have any idea how sexy you are in your uniform?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady but you failed miserably.

“Probably not as sexy as you,” he replied without missing a beat. What you didn’t know was that John also had a hard time keeping his thoughts at bay. He would catch himself stealing glances at you while they were driving, admiring how the uniform hugged your body. The crisp, navy blue fabric hugged your curves in all the right places, accentuating your toned body and making you look like a total badass and incredibly sexy.

But as much as he loved how you looked in your uniform, it also brought a sense of frustration. Having to sit next to you for hours on end, day after day, it was nearly impossible for him to resist his own naughty thoughts. Your hair, perfectly tied up in a tight ponytail, seems to be teasing him, silently begging to be tugged just the way you liked.

He can't help but imagine the feel of your silky skin and the curves of your body, his hands eagerly exploring every inch of you as you share passionate kisses. He can almost feel your body heat against his, the way you moan as he touches you in all the right places.

“The usual, Darling?” he asked you, nodding towards your favourite sandwich shop. The very same one that he took you to on your first patrol together and practically every patrol since then, if you were close by at the time of your lunch.

You nodded with a look on your face that said, ‘Do you really need to ask?’

You never knew you could enjoy sandwiches so much until you tasted it. The butter and the smooth and rich cheddar melted perfectly onto the slightly toasted bread. But despite it being toasted, it still had a certain softness to it. The crunchy onions, tangy and utterly addictive, danced on your tongue, adding an extra kick to each bite.

Your gaze followed him as he got out of the car and walked towards the quaint sandwich shop. Lingering on the tempting sight of his firm glutes barely contained by the navy-blue pants. You couldn't help but bite your lip, almost drawing blood as the thought crossed your mind.

You can’t believe he’s yours. He's everything you could ever want in a man: handsome, charming, and intelligent. But he's also kind and compassionate, and amazing in bed. It's like he knows exactly how to please you in every way possible.

You find yourself constantly pinching yourself, wondering how you got so lucky to have someone like him in your life. He's not just a great boyfriend, he's also your best friend and confidant.

The heat between your legs reminds you of your fantasies, calling to you like a siren. You try to resist torturing yourself, but the allure is irresistible. The image plays in your mind. Your cheek pressed to the hood of the car, one of John’s big hands on the back of your neck, keeping you pinned to the car. One of his legs, moving in between yours to push them apart.

John's breath is warm against your ear as he whispers, 'Ready, baby?' His voice is a low, gravelly murmur that sends shivers down your spine.

You nod, your body trembling with anticipation. The heat between your legs intensifies, a throbbing ache that demands release.

John's hand moves to your thighs, his strong fingers tracing the fabric of your panties. His fingers slip beneath the waistband. He pulls them down your legs. Your mind seems to skip, because the next image to appear in your mind, if John relentlessly pounding into you. Your reflection stares back at you from the car’s sleek black hood, eyes wide with pleasure as he thrusts into you with a bruising force.

You squeezed your thighs together, it felt so real and it left you in a bad spot. How on earth were you going to sort it out.

You were so lost in the fantasy that you hadn’t noticed John come back or that you were moaning out loud.

“You okay?” he asked with a shit eating grin. You jumped, your head snapping towards him.

“W-when did you get back?” you asked him, feeling the heat rush up to your cheeks like a wave. A wave of embarrassment? Of being caught. Or of not being able to control your feelings.

“A couple of minutes ago. Who’s got you moaning like that? Should I be jealous?” he asked, he knew damn well you were thinking about him. You roll your eyes and turn away from him, as much as possible. You knew he would tease you about it if he found out. That’s why you didn’t want him to know.

You looked back and asked if you could have your sandwich. He held it out to you but as your fingers grazed the wrapper, he pulled it back from your reach. Your forehead scrunched up in confusion and a silent question as to what he was doing.

“I have a feeling you’re hungry for something else, baby,”

“Yeah, very funny John, go ahead make your jokes,” you said as you reached over to grab your sandwich. You sat back into your seat, settling to enjoy your lunch. You unwrapped it quickly, excited to get a taste, “In fact, why don’t you go and tell everyone at the station that I get really horny seeing you in your uniform,”

“It’s between me and you, baby,” he said with a gentle touch, he reached out to move a strand off your face, his fingers delicately brushing against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. Slowly, his touch trailed down, tracing the contours of your neck. His hand gracefully curved, slipping beneath your chin, tilting your head to meet his gaze.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” he asked, looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. You looked away, looking at the sandwich sitting in your lap. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see John move closer to you. You feel his lips and warm breath on your ear, “But you’re incredibly sexy in that uniform,”

“We still have half an hour,” you mention suggestively, your bottom lip sucked in between your teeth as your hand moved over his thigh, slowly moving upwards towards his crotch.

“Not here, baby. We’re in a public parking lot,” he said, as he turned the engine on. Quickly deciding the closest and most secluded area for you two. You didn’t move your hand away. instead, as he drove, you kept having your fun with him. Your hand grazes over his crotch, your fingers gently dancing over the fabric. Your effect on him becoming more evident by the second. Your mouth begins to water at the sight.

The car slowly comes to a stop and the engine dies. He turns to face you, "Alright, baby. This is as good as it gets," he says, breathlessly. He leans over and kisses you deeply. You moan into the kiss, the taste of him filling your mouth. Your free hand fumbles with his belt, undoing it with practiced ease.

You undo your seatbelt as he unzips your pants and then you lean back, letting the cool air caress your skin as he pulls your panties to the side. His mouth finds your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites as he teases your clit with the same feather-light touches as you did to him not too long ago.

Your body yearns for his touch, craving the exquisite pleasure that only he can give. With aching desire, you press your throbbing clit against his hand, silently begging for more. The teasing was unbearable, and you can no longer wait. A desperate plea escapes your lips, mingling with gasps of anticipation as your back arches in anticipation. Finally, his touch connects fully with your sensitive bud, sending electrifying waves of pleasure coursing through your veins.

He withdraws his hand from your throbbing clit, sliding his pants down just enough to release his rock-hard cock. Without hesitation, you clamber over the gear shift and onto his lap, straddling him with your knees pressing against his sides.

You steady yourself, with your hands on his broad shoulders. Leaning in, you tilt your head down, meeting his plush lips in a passionate kiss. Your heart races as his hands roam over your body, sending shivers down your spine.

Slowly, you guide him to your entrance, the slickness of your arousal coating him as you line him up perfectly. You close your eyes, feeling his hot, hard length press against you, and then you push, slowly impaling yourself on him. He's long and thick, filling you perfectly, stretching you in a way that feels both familiar and new.

He leans in close, burying his head in the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin softly as his fingers tighten their grip on your hips.

His hands move down, around to palm your ass, as you ride is cock desperately, your needy moans filling the car. The air is thick with sweat and the smell of sex, making it almost impossible to breathe.

"Fuck, I'm close," he growls, his voice ragged.

A gentle whimper escapes your lips "Me too,"

You're on the edge, just about to come, when the radio crackles to life, you ignore it at first, too lost in the moment. But then the voice comes through, urgent and demanding. interrupting the sweet sounds of your pleasure, "...come in, we have a 10-65 near your location. Do you copy?"

"Shit," he mutters, pulling out of you. You let out a small whimper of disappointment as he reaches for the radio. You climb off of him and settle back into the passenger seat, glancing out the window as he answers the call. His voice is calm, but you can tell he's just as frustrated as you.

"Yeah, we're on our way," he says into the radio, glancing over at you as he does so. His expression is apologetic, but there's still a spark in his eyes. "We'll be there in a few minutes." he says, his voice still even and professional. You can tell he's trying to focus on the job, but you can also see the desire in his eyes, the hunger to finish what you two started. He hangs up the radio and looks over at you. "Sorry, baby. Looks like our fun is gonna have to wait.

He turns the car back on, flicks on the lights and sirens, and starts driving towards the crime. The rush of adrenaline from the call only serves to heighten your senses, making the urge to touch him, to feel his skin against yours, almost unbearable.

As you speed through the busy streets, the tension between you is palpable. He keeps one hand on the wheel, the other resting possessively on your thigh, just inches from where your legs are pressed together. His gaze flicks between the road and you, and you can feel his eyes roaming over your body, drinking in the sight of you. You want nothing more than to reach over and touch him again, to feel the hardness of his cock through his uniform, but you know that you have to wait until you've taken care of the situation.

The vehicle screeches to a stop in front of the jewellery store, and both of you quickly exit the car, guns in hand.

The shattered remnants of the front door lay strewn across the floor, glimmering in the dim light that filtered through the broken windows. With cautious steps, you enter the store, your heart pounding in your chest. The silence hangs heavy in the air, broken only by the sound of your own breathing.

Together, you and John make your way towards the back of the store, the faint sound of breaking glass growing louder with each step.

"Drop the bag and get on the ground, now!" you yell, aiming your gun towards them. The suspects pause for a second, but swiftly obey your command, sinking to their knees and clasping their hands behind their heads. Both of you retrieve your handcuffs and secure them onto the suspects.

You observe as John restrains the suspect with handcuffs, secretly wishing it was your hands that were cuffed to his. Your heart races as you imagine kneeling down and undoing his pants, but you quickly push those thoughts aside.

You and John escorted the suspects to the vehicle and headed towards the police station. As you glance at him from the corner of your eye, you can't help but feel a sense of desperation. All he wanted was to pull over, kneel in front of you, and pleasure you with his tongue.

You and John deliver the suspects to the station and pass them on to another officer and you both are soon patrolling again.

The hours slowly tick by. You can't wait until you get to John's tonight. You just want to take your seatbelt off, lean over and suck his cock whilst he drives. You've never been this horny before, and you can feel your pussy dampening again. You glance over at John, his hand gripping the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white. His other hand rests on his thick, muscular thigh, fingers tapping impatiently. His chest is heaving slightly as he breathes, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. You wonder what he's thinking about. Maybe he's thinking about how much he wants you to suck his cock too. Maybe he's thinking about how much he wants to feel your lips wrapped around him. You can't help but feel a shiver run down your spine at the thought.

Eventually, it's the end of shift and the car pulls up outside John's house. You unbuckle your seatbelt and quickly open the door, eager to get inside and have your way with him. John cuts the engine and turns to face you, watching as you slide out of the car. He gets out of the car too, and as soon as he's standing in front of you, you can't help but throw yourself at him. You wrap your arms around his neck and press your body against his, feeling the hardness of his cock against your stomach.

"God, I've been thinking about this all day," he mutters, kissing you deeply. He picks you up, cradling you in his strong arms, and carries you inside. You feel his hands fumbling with the buttons of your shirt, eager to get it off so he can touch your bare skin. Once he's undone the last button, he slips the material over your shoulders and tosses it aside. You watch as he sets you down on the couch, his cock already standing at full attention, and he starts to unbuckle his pants. You place your hands onto his to stop him.

"Wait," you breathe, looking up at him. "I want to do it." you drop to your knees. You reach out and undo his pants, sliding them down his muscular thighs, revealing his hard cock, already leaking pre-cum. You take it in your hand, stroking it gently, feeling its heat and strength beneath your fingers. "God, you're so big," you murmur, looking up at him as you wrap your lips around the head, tasting the salty precum on your tongue.

John lets out a groan, his hands finding their way into your hair as you begin to suck on him, taking more of him into your mouth. You can feel the veins throbbing against your tongue, the weight of him pressing against the back of your throat. You take him deeper, feeling him stretch your jaw as you suck. Your free hand moves up, cupping his balls, massaging them gently as you continue to suck him off.

"Fuck, that's it," he whispers, his hips beginning to move, his cock thrusting deeper into your mouth with each thrust. "Suck it, baby." He groans, his fingers tangled in your hair, holding you in place as he fucks your face. You love it when he takes control and using your mouth like this just as much as he loves when you grind yourself on his tongue. It excites you and turns you on even more. Is that even possible at this point?

Your sultry moans vibrate around his throbbing member, the tremors travel up his shaft. Electrifying every nerve in his body, making him tighten his grip in your hair. He loves how you look on your knees, how eager you are to take care of him, to make him feel good. It drives him wild how much you enjoy pleasuring him, eagerly swallowing everything he has to give you. The thought of his cream coating your tongue and sliding down your throat.

His hips start to stutter at the very thought, and then he lets out a long moan as he comes, filling your mouth with his seed. You suck for as long as you can, feeling him soften in your mouth, and then gently pull off, licking your lips as you taste him.

He guides you towards the nearest counter, lifting you onto it, his lips never leaving yours. His hands eagerly find their way to your shirt, hastily unbuttoning it while you struggle to undo his own. A low growl escapes his lips as your palms meet his warm, bare chest, causing your shirt to be discarded, exposing your bra-clad breasts to his hungry gaze.

One of his hands cups your breast, expertly kneading and teasing the hardened nipple under the lacy fabric, while the other ventures down your stomach, slipping into the waistband of your pants. "Who made you this wet, baby?" he growls, thrusting his hips against you, igniting a delicious friction. Your moans fill the air as you arch into him, craving more of his touch. As he skilfully unfastened your pants and pushed them down along with your panties, a rush of cool air kisses your most intimate place.

He kneels before you, parting your legs wider, his gaze filled with hunger. Leaning in, he indulges in a long, slow lick from your entrance to your clit, causing your body to tremble with pleasure.

The first contact sends shivers of pleasure coursing through your entire being. Your back arches, surrendering to the wet heat of his mouth on your throbbing flesh that you had been craving all day. His hands grip your thighs, holding you open for his pleasure, as he continues to tease and torment you with his tongue. "That's it, baby," he growls, his voice dripping with desire, "let me taste every inch of you." His tongue flicks out once more, tracing your folds, driving you to writhe beneath him.

"Fuck," you whimper, feeling his warm breath against your most sensitive spot. Your hips involuntarily buck off the counter, aching for more of his touch. A low chuckle escapes his lips before he sucks hard on your clit, making you let out a long, pornographic moan. His hands travel up your stomach, cupping your breasts, expertly pinching and rolling your nipples, intensifying your pleasure. Your back arches further, your orgasm building with each stroke of his tongue, each suck on your swollen bud. "Oh God, John," you moan, your hand instinctively went to the back of his head, pushing him closer to you, desperate for more.

His tongue dances skillfully around your clit, teasing and circling, while his finger slowly slide into your entrance, teasing you with it’s presence. You eagerly spread your legs wider, offering him unrestricted access to your sweetest spot. A mischievous smirk plays on his lips as he begins to push his finger deeper, curling it up to find that elusive perfect spot. The need for more consumes you, your hips grind against his face, seeking the release that only he can provide.

As you writhe in pleasure beneath him, he slowly slides a second finger into your pussy, stretching and filling you in a way that makes you gasp and arch your back even further to find that perfect angle. His fingers move in tandem with his tongue, each stroke driving you closer to the edge. You feel the tension building inside you, the pressure building in your core. You clench around his fingers, your nails digging into his scalp. "I'm gonna come," you whisper, your voice shaking.

As you continue to writhe beneath his touch, your body aching for release, John finally grants your wish. With an expert flick of his tongue and a skilful curl of his fingers, he pushes you over the edge, sending you spiralling into a mind-blowing orgasm.

John slowly rises from his kneeling position, a tender smile playing on his lips as he gazes into your eyes. He leans in and presses a soft kiss against your lips, his love for you evident in even a soft gesture. You smile into the kiss, feeling completely content.

“I love you,” he whispered as he wraps his arms around you in a warm embrace. In his arms, you feel safe and loved.

Your head fits perfectly against his neck, like it was always meant to be there. "I love you more," you murmur softly, feeling your breath calm down.

He gently takes hold of your hips, lifting you off the kitchen counter. You feel a rush of excitement as he leads you towards the bedroom, a playful grin dancing on his lips. As you walk, he casually picks up his handcuffs, he looked at you over his shoulder, a mischievous smirk on his beautiful, pillowy lips.

Closing the bedroom door behind you, he takes your hand and guides you towards the bed. Standing closely behind you, his warm breath tickles your ear as he whispers, "You ready for this?" Gently, he places the cuffs on your chest and glides them down your body, causing a gasp to escape your lips when the cool metal brushes against your glistening core.

His fingers trailed up to your chest, caressing it tenderly, playfully flicking your nipple with his thumb. Your body instinctively arched towards his touch as if drawn by an invisible force, "You want this? The handcuffs?" he whispered, his breath hot against your neck. You nodded, unable to form words as desire coursed through you.

You've thought about it for months, of course you wanted it, "Get on the bed, baby, how you want," You climb on the bed, your ass lifted and on display for him.

You feel the bed dip behind you as he climbs on the bed beside you and your heart races as his hand reaches out to secure a cuff around your delicate wrist. The soft sound of the metal clinking against your skin sends shivers down your spine. He then expertly loops the other end of the cuff around the sturdy bed post and hooks it on your other wrist, ensuring your hands are securely restrained above your head. He places a gentle kiss on your cheek before he pulls back sitting on his heels.

He moves to lie on his back. Your eyebrows scrunch up in confusion about to ask what he was up to, but he shuffles up slightly until he is right under you pussy. His hands grasp your hips and he pulls you down to his face. His tongue darts out, pressing lightly against your lips before dipping between them to slide over your clit. You gasp as he licks you, your hips bucking against his face. You feel him lapping at you, tongue circling, sucking, teasing you mercilessly. You're so wet, you feel him lick you easily, the warmth of your pussy coating his tongue. You don't want him to stop, you want it to feel like this forever. But he pulls back, only to thrust his tongue deeper, curling it around your clit. Your hips buck against his face, seeking release, but he holds you there, on the edge.

It feels so good, you can't even form words, just whimpers and cries of pleasure escape from your lips. His tongue is relentless, licking you up and down, sucking you into his mouth, teasing you with the tip of his tongue. You can feel the wet heat of your arousal coating his face. Your hips jerk wildly, bucking against his face as he continues to worship you. You arch your back, offering him different angle, and it feels like your pussy is on fire as he laps at you, sucking on your clit with just the right amount of pressure.

He continues to lavish attention on your pussy, licking, sucking, and nibbling until you're sure you can't take it anymore. Your hips chase his face, seeking more contact with his mouth, and your fingers dig into the pillow as your body tenses and shudders with pleasure. You're so close, but he won't let you fall over the edge just yet. He pulls away for a moment, before he continues to tease you with his tongue, flicking it against your clit before retreating again.

"Please," you whimper, the word catching in your throat as he teases you mercilessly. Your hips buck violently, trying to get the friction you need, seeking release, but he won't let you go that easily. His tongue swirls around your clit, driving you wild with need, and then he's sucking on it, hard. You cry out, the sound muffled by the pillow beneath your head. He thrusts his tongue deeper, matching the rhythm of your hips, and the tension builds, tightening like a vice around your core.

You're so close, you can feel it, feel the orgasm building, threatening to break free, but just as you're on the brink, he pulls back. You feel the loss keenly, the emptiness where his touch used to be, and it's almost unbearable. You writhe on the bed, your fingers curling into the crumpled pillowcase, desperate for him to touch you again.

“John, please,” you whimper pathetically, unable to form a coherent sentence through the haze of pleasure. He chuckles, the vibrations sending a shiver down your spine. He presses one last kiss to your sensitive bundle of nerves and moved from underneath you. He sat behind you, his hands come to rest on your ass cheeks, gently palming them.

"Don't worry, baby," he said as he places a kiss on the bottom of your spine, "You know I'll take care of you," he moves his cock up and down your slit, coating his shaft in your wetness. You let out a moan, feeling the heat of his body against your back. He grinds against you, his hips moving in small circles as he teases you, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance, but not yet entering.

"John, I swear to God, if you don't..." But your words are cut off by a moan as he pushes his cock through your folds. He thrusts forward, filling you in one deep stroke. Your eyes roll back in your head as he takes you with such force, your body arching into his as best as you could. He grunts, his hips moving in perfect rhythm with yours as he fucks you hard and fast. His hands grip your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he pushes deeper, harder.

The bed squeaks beneath you, the headboard banging against the wall as he takes you with such abandon. You're panting, your body trembling with the force of his movements. His thrusts are unrelenting, his cock sliding in and out of you, filling you up. The tension builds inside you, your muscles tightening as you feel the familiar tug of your orgasm.

His body hovers over yours, his head burying itself in your neck. You moan at the new angle, his cock brushing against new spots inside you. His thrusts become erratic, faster and harder, as he nears the edge. His grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your skin as he grunts with each powerful stroke. His breath comes in ragged gasps, hot against your neck, and his hips move faster and faster, his cock thrusting in and out of you with a desperate rhythm.

Your legs give out beneath you, now your lying flat on your stomach, your legs spread wide enough for him to fit between them. His thrusts become erratic as he gets close, his hips moving faster and faster, his cock slamming into you over and over. You feel the familiar tug of your orgasm building inside you, your body tensing in anticipation.

Your pussy clenches tightly around him as you feel the familiar burning building up. It's tight grip almost too much for John to bear as he growls low in his throat. His hips slam into you with unrestrained force, his body tense with the effort to hold back. His cock throbs inside you, demanding release but he doesn't want to cum until you do. His hand slips under your body, lazily sprawled on the sheets and finds your clit. He begins to circle it with his thumb, the pressure building slowly but surely.

"Fuck," you moan as his fingers strum your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge, "I'm close, John" you gasp, your body tensing underneath him.

"I know, baby. Let go. Cum for me, baby girl," he groans as his thumb presses harder against your clit. His hips buck into you with a sudden force, his cock throbbing inside you as he feels the pressure building. You cry out, your body arching into his touch as the familiar tension builds. "Fuck, that's it," he growls, his grip on your hips tightening.

Your orgasm crashes over you in a wave of pure pleasure, your body shuddering with the force of it. Your pussy grips his cock like a fist, your muscles tensing and relaxing in perfect rhythm with each thrust. He growls low in his throat, feeling the pressure building inside him as well. His cock throbs inside you, demanding release, and with one final thrust, he cums deep inside you.

His hips buck roughly against you, his body tensing as he releases his seed. Your pussy milks his cock, the walls of your passage squeezing and massaging him in the most perfect way. He collapses on top of you, their sweaty bodies sticking together. His weight presses you into the mattress, their heavy breaths mixing in the air between them.

"Fuck, that was amazing," he rasps, still buried inside you. His cock twitches as it begins to soften, but he doesn't move. Instead, he rolls to the side, pulling you with him so that you're lying beside him, your head on his chest. He runs his fingers through your hair, gently stroking your scalp as he listens to the sound of your heart racing.

After a moment, he smiles down at you. "You're so fucking beautiful when you come," he whispers, kissing the top of your head. You smile up at him, feeling the afterglow of your orgasm wash over you. "And I love how tight you are around me." You blush, but it feels good to know that he enjoys being inside you as much as you enjoy having him there.

"Are you going to leave me like this or aren't you done with me yet?" you tease, twisting your head to look at him. He chuckles, running a finger along your lower lip.

"I think I have another round left in me," he replies, his voice low and husky, "In about 20 minutes,"

"Think you can keep up, old man?" you reply with a playful grin, wriggling your ass against his crotch.

He groans, his cock twitching at the contact. "Oh, I think my tongue can keep up with you just fine," he says, reaching down to grab your ass. His fingers squeeze, kneading the soft flesh as he pulls you closer to him. "God, I love your ass," he murmurs, kissing your neck. "So perfect."

"Yours is perfect too," you giggle, arching your back into his touch. He smiles down at you with a knowing smirk.

"I knew you had been checking me out," he said with a grin, kissing your shoulder blade.

@mariechristine00

mum said no | lewis hamilton

an: i love hot ones <3 that’s all

After canceling many times, Lewis finally made his appearance on Hot Ones with Sean Evans. He was a big fan of the show so he was happy to finally get to be a guest. Not only was he a big fan, but so was his eleven year old daughter, Maeve, so naturally she accompanied him to the set.

Maeve Hamilton watched as her dad ate spicy wings and answered questions. When talking about Roscoe, Maeve payed close attention. She loved talking about Roscoe so much.

On the monitor, a picture of Roscoe and Maeve appeared. Maeve was wearing a black Lewis shirt that her mum had bought from an Etsy store while Roscoe licked her face. It was the British Grand Prix and Maeve, along with her sisters, was beyond excited.

“Look, Mavy, that’s you and Roscoe!” Lewis pointed to the screen. “That was taken last year. Do you remember?” Lewis asked his daughter.

Maeve looked at the picture and nodded. “Angela took it!”

“Is your family always at the races?” Sean asked.

“Most of the time during the summer, yeah. It’s always a great time when they’re in the garage, but when it’s school time, they stay home with their mum.” Lewis explained. “They don’t like that at all. But I always tell them education comes first.”

“But I get lots of good grades.” Maeve cut in.

“What’s your favorite subject?” Sean asked the girl.

“I like science.” Replied Maeve.

As the show went on, Maeve was seated next to the camera crew, laughing at her father. He was now taking bigger bites.

“You can do it!” Maeve cheered on.

“Thank you, baby. Love you.” Lewis chuckled and blew a kiss to the girl. “I can always count on my girls to cheer me on.”

“On the topic of family, is it possible that Formula One could get another Hamilton on the track? Or do they want to go into other careers?” Sean asked.

“At one point, they did say they wanted to, but now they’re discovering more careers that they’re interested in. I will support them in whatever choice they make.”

You and Lewis both knew that your daughters would never be Formula one drivers. You both talked about how hard it would be on them. He saw how fans were tough on Mick. He didn’t want his girls to go through that.

The wings got spicier and all Maeve could do was laugh at the faces Lewis was making. He drank milk but that barely helped. Tears were starting to come out his eyes. Maeve noticed and quickly went to her father’s side and used a clean napkin to clean the tears since she didn’t want him using his own hands that were covered in sauce.

“Thank you, baby.” Lewis said as Maeve cleaned up the tears.

“What kind of reaction do you get when somone pulls up alongside of you and then sees that it’s, you know, Lewis Hamilton behind the wheel next to them?” Sean questioned.

“Most people are just like ‘Holy Shit!’ um. . .” Lewis chuckled.

“They’re not revving their engine at you or anything?”

“I’ve had people, yeah traffic light that wanna race yeah.” He nodded. “Definitely when I was young, I felt like yeah. . . smoke this fool.” He laughed.

“This man wanted to race you yesterday!” Maeve spoke up. “Mum said no.”

“I got kids now!” Lewis laughed once again. “I got precious cargo, I can’t be fooling around.”

“And mum said no.” Maeve whispered to him.

“Yup, and mum said no.”

Just One More.

Lewis Hamilton x BLACK!FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: SMUT SCENES(nun too serious)!!! HEAVY breeding kink(i couldn’t help myself), Wife!reader, pregnancy, Dad!Lewis, Lewis being a hornball, some fluff here and there,SHORT! UNEDITED FOR RN! I think that’s it!

SUMMARY: After having twin boys, Lewis begs his beloved wife for one more baby, hoping this time it’d be a girl.

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“You said one more, right? Just one more”

He smirks as he bounces you his arms, your body helplessly following with the flow as you couldn’t do anything with your legs folded how they were anyhow.

“One more” You whimper with a nod of your head, your brain not even coming close to calculating what you had gotten yourself into.

“One more, baby” He confirms with an innocent tone like he wasn’t currently folding his wife like a lawn chair, running the risk of waking your twins up even though they were down the hall.

Days passed and you couldn’t get his hands off of you, the man giving not one moment to allow you to collect yourself after a simple agreement that you’d stop taking your birth control. At the time you hadn’t even stopped yet, but he was still prevalent with his ‘you never know’, hoping somehow you’d still get pregnant.

You’d get home from work and before you were able to take your heels off he’d be warning you that the kids were asleep now so you’d have to keep it down and only asked about your day in between kisses and ripping off your shirt, the answers being halted as soon as you were bent over the arm of your couch and fucked from behind by your eager husband, the grip he had on your hips enough to bruise.

It was clear that Lewis wanted nothing more than a daughter. Of course he loved his two hard headed boys, but a daughter? She was a dream he’s had for a while now. He felt he needed a girl to soften him up after raising two little boys for five years, and he was *determined* to get one out of you. Lewis was ready to be surrounded by princesses, glitter, pink and hair bows.

For the last few weeks he spent time getting you alone so he could fill you to the brim, taking you down anywhere that had a lock on the door or a surface to lay you on, sometimes not even that. The first time was in the laundry room when you were drying clothes, a month after you told him yes to a baby, a day after he was 100% sure you stopped taking your pills. Closing the door behind him and setting a basket in front of the door to avoid any unwanted little guests, your husband casually pulls up your sundress as you were loading the dryer and slides your panties to the side, the man on his knees with his tongue on your clit before you could even tell him you were busy.

The next time he took you down was in his personal gym, him just finishing a workout and you in the middle of your much needed yoga to stretch your sore muscles from the damage he had done the other night. Catching you in a downward doggy position, you felt his fingers shamelessly run between your lips that were covered by your favorite gym shorts, the pads of his fingers pressing against your clit almost making your knees buckle. You slowly look up from your position, making eye contact with him in the mirror in front of you.

“May I help you, Mr. Hamilton?” You ask.

“You already know what I want, Mrs. Hamilton” He responds back in a sing-song tone and before you knew it you were getting creamed on a workout bench, Lewis using his fingers to stuff what had spilled when he pulled out back inside of your pussy. You sat there tired and absolutely bewildered with how feral your husband could get sometimes. Last time he was on ten like this you two scored twins, and you could only pray the twins that run in your family wouldn’t catch up to you again.

The next day you thought you were free of the teenage boy-ish sex drive your husband had. The twins were home and using the living room as their personal playroom though they had their own, and you took that as an excuse to distract them with toys as you read your favorite book in the kitchen where you could see them. Unluckily for you, the ADHD they inherited gave them the ability to not exactly not focus, but focus a little too much. Lewis had turned on their favorite show and made sure the volume was three notches higher than what it was supposed to be before sneaking into the kitchen with you.

You could feel he was up to something as you side eyed him from the sitting nook, but surprisingly he walked right by you, your eyes following him all the way to your home office. He knew you hated him in there.

You slam down you book after marking your page and follow after him, only to realize you had been duped when you heard the door close and lock behind you. You were starting to almost regret telling him your ovulation cycle.

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When you two got the news that it was twins, you were both in shock, Lewis a bit more over the moon than you of course because who wants to incubate twins for the second time around, but you both were happy nonetheless. The real kicker was finding out that one of them was a boy, and the other unknown.

“What do you mean you can’t see it? Is there something wrong?” You asked nervously and Lewis squeezes your hand, already knowing how your nerves were.

“Well, not really. The problem is that twin A is still blocking twin B. This is your last few weeks and it’s a bit camped in there now, so they’re kinda just laying in an uncomfortable position. Even if I were to do a vaginal ultrasound, it’d be pretty hard to tell” Your doctor chuckles, making you sigh in relief and look at Lewis, his face unreadable.

When you two left the building and went home, you could tell Lewis was a bit disappointed.

“You okay?” You ask, holding the hand he had placed on your thigh as he watched TV. He nods and gives you a small smile, his eyes not moving from the screen.

“You know I wanted a girl, but obviously god has other plans. It’s okay, really”

You hum. “…Look on the bright side, baby B might be a girl” You smile back, your husband laughing and shaking his head.

“Let’s be real! It’s gonna be two boys again”

“You don’t know that”

“I do. And it’s okay…We’ll always have another time to try for a girl” He smiles wider, looking to you.

You blink for a moment, realizing he was serious. “…Another time?! You are out of your mind!” You hit his arm and he groans, begging you in the mist of your refusals.

“Absolutely not, Lewis! You said just one more months ago and that one more turned into two!”

“So you wouldn’t want to try again if they’re both boys? Really?”

“Lewis, if this one is a boy, I might move out. That’s your answer!” Lewis bursts into laughter as your hand moves to your round belly, feeling a kick hit right below your belly button.

“And one of them is beating on me right now! I can’t live in a house with five boys, I can’t even believe I let three of them plus an alleged one stay inside me”

“Well…Four plus an alleged one. One of them was just on and off..In and out” You gasp at his dirty joke and shove him again, more laughs erupting from him.

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💌:i’ll probably make another part to this just cause Dad!Lewis is superior and maybe write an actual smut too idk yet

The Heat of The Night

Summary: You and your new partner, John are on a stakeout. Your first ever stakeout. It goes a lot different than you expected.

Warnings: age gap, piv, unprotected sex, car sex, rough, (poorly written by an amateur writer), minors dni

Word count: 1193

Fandom: The Rookie

Pairing: John Nolan x reader

Here you were, sat with your new partner. You were fresh meat, a rookie. Your partner was a veteran, compared to you at least. It was your first time out on a stakeout, your first time in this dark, foreboding alleyway. The air was cold, you could see your breath dancing in the air. The silence between the two of you was almost deafening, only occasionally broken by the faint hum of the engine and the ticking of the clock on the dashboard. The alley stretched out before you, illuminated only by the faint glow of a streetlight at the far end. Your orders were to observe but do not approach. It had been hours, and you were bored out of your mind.

Then, you saw it. A shadow, moving across the wall of the building opposite. You nudged your partner, trying to get their attention. He turned his head slowly, one eyebrow raised. You pointed at the shadow, and he nodded. You both tensed. He saw you. Your cover was blown. He started walking towards you, a slow, deliberate pace. Your heart raced, your breath shallow. You glanced at your partner and back to the approaching figure and made a decision you didn't know was going to be the best decision of your life. You kissed him. You bought his lips to yours, your hands tangled in his hair. Your thought was to convince the suspect that you were just a horny couple looking for some alone time and the car was the only place you could get it.

The only problem was that once you two started, you didn't stop. Nor would you have wanted to. His hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of your body. He was rough and demanding, his lips leaving trails of bruises on your neck and shoulders. You moaned into the small space, your body arching into his touch. The sensation was overwhelming, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline course through your veins. You were lost in the heat of the moment, forgetting about the suspect and the stakeout.

Before you knew it, you were in the back of the car, naked. Sprawled on your back with his tongue tracing circles around your clit. Your legs were splayed wide, your fingernails digging into the worn upholstery as you arched your back, moaning his name. Your hips bucked up against his face, seeking more, needing more. He growled in response, his rough hands gripping your thighs, holding you in place as he lapped at your folds.

His tongue was heavenly. You'd never experienced anything like it. You moaned, the sound echoing through the small space of the car. You lift your hips, grinding against his tongue, feeling the wet heat of it as it slides over your clit. Your fingernails dig into his skull, urging him on, demanding more. He growls in response, and he finally adds a finger, sliding it inside you.

Every so often he gently flicked your clitoris with his tongue, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. Your body tensed, your toes curled, and your voice escaped you in a hoarse moan. His fingers increased their speed and it set all your nerves alight. You were so close, the edge of release almost within reach, when you felt him push a second finger inside you. And a third.

It was almost too much, the sensation of him filling you. You gasped, arching your back off the car seat. Your hips bucked wildly, desperate for release. You felt the familiar tightening in your core, the building pressure that signalled your impending orgasm. You pushed his head closer, needing more of his touch. He obliged, his tongue circling faster and his fingers thrusting deeper.

The car rocked gently on its suspension as you lost control, your body shuddering with the force of your climax. You screamed his name, your voice echoing through the alley. Your muscles tensed. He kept going, his tongue never relenting as you rode out your orgasm. Finally, as you came back to earth, he licked you clean, savouring the taste of you on his tongue.

You felt him move, felt him lining himself up at your entrance. You spread your legs wider, inviting him in. He thrust into you, hard and fast, claiming you as his. A claim you certainly wouldn’t protest. You cried out, the sound muffled by your own hands as you clutched at his shoulders.

He was huge, filling you completely, and it felt so good. He moved in a brutal rhythm, slamming into you over and over again. You arched your back, meeting his thrusts, your nails digging into his shoulders. The pain was exquisite, mingling with the pleasure, making every sensation more intense. He growled, his face contorted in pleasure as he fucked you harder by the second.

Your body trembled with each impact, your muscles tense as you fought to keep up with his relentless pace. You could feel the heat from his skin, the sweat that coated your bodies, the kiss of the cool air. You moaned his name, the only thing you could remember at this point. It was the best sound in the world to him. You moaning his name, breathlessly as he drills into you. He growled in response, thrusting harder, deeper, his hips slamming against your ass.

His head buried itself in your neck, his teeth scraping lightly against your skin as he growled out your name. You arched your back, digging your nails into his shoulders leaving half-moons on the flesh. You could feel your inner muscles tightening, the familiar sensation of your orgasm building. He pulls out, only to turn you over roughly, slamming into you from behind. You gasp for breath, the palm of your hand presses onto the window, steadying yourself.

He thrusts harder now, his hips slamming into you with a force that makes your body quiver with every impact. He leans down, nipping  your ear as he growls, "Come for me, baby," and with that, you do. Your body tenses, your muscles clenching and spasming around him as you cry out his name. Your nails dug into the plastic of the door. He feels your orgasm wrack through you, and with a final, savage thrust, he follows you over the edge, his hips bucking wildly as he comes. Shooting his hot, creamy seed deep inside you.

You feel his weight press down on you, his breath hot and ragged against your neck. He's still inside you, his length still buried to the hilt, and for a moment, you're not sure if he's going to move. But then, slowly, he begins to pull out, his softening cock slipping out of you. You whine at the loss.

You're left panting, your body aching and sore, but in the most incredible way. He leans forward, kissing you gently on the lips, his tongue slipping into your mouth to taste you.

"Wow," you whisper, "I can't believe we just did that."

He chuckles, kissing you softly again. "Neither can I, but I'm not complaining."

"Me neither," you smirk, running your fingers through your sweat-dampened hair.

@mariechristine00 I'm sorry again 😂

“My girlfriend will be upset if she sees you touching me like that on my chest,” Carlos murmured, high as fuck post surgery.

“Sir—” you sighed, removing the stethoscope from his chest. You straightened the lapels of your white coat. “I’m your doctor.”

Carlos Sr. made an amused noise from his chair beside his son’s hospital bed. He gestured towards you.

“You don’t have a girlfriend,” Carlos Sr. told his son.

“Oh,” Carlos blinked his big, brown eyes. “I don't?”

Carlos was certain he had a girlfriend. They've been dating for over four years now. Their relationship was kept from the world as his girlfriend wanted to focus on her job without being bombarded by Carlos' millions of fans in her workplace and Carlos respected that, although he was not exactly the type who liked the idea of secret relationships. What did she do again? Carlos couldn't remember. The anesthesia was making everything whoozy for him.

“That's your wife, son.”

Carlos moved his gaze to your coat—[Name] [Surname]-Sainz, M.D., Chief of Trauma Surgery.

"Oh."

You raised an amused brow at his dumbstruck face, his beautiful brown eyes wide and his mouth agape. You shook your head at your husband's adorableness, smiling affectionately.

The Perfect Life || CL16 {8}

Summary: Life has flipped upside down: the people supposed to protect you hurt you and the man who hurt you protects you. Warnings: angst, fluff WC: 2.3k F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight Taglist: RETIRED Head over to my dedicated library blog @dilemmaslibrary and opt to get notifications from there.

Nausea churned your stomach and you were grateful dinner hadn’t been served or it would surely be making its return. Blood rushed past your ears and throbbed in your head as you tried to focus on the sheet music in front of you and not the cold touch of sweat beginning to coat your skin.

“Don’t fuck this up,” your mother warned.

You vividly remembered the last time you messed up, fumbling over the tune in front of her friends. She had sent them on their way to the pool house bar and the moment the door closed she slammed the lid of the piano down before you could react. You hadn’t been able to fight for weeks with the thick bandages that kept the finger splints in place.

With trembling hands you lifted the lid that protected the ivory keys from dust. It weighed more than it looked and your eyes scanned the wood for any sign of the blood that had stained it. There was no point searching for something that couldn’t be seen, you found the housekeepers were able to clean blood out of anything.

“You’re shaking,” Charles whispered as he took a seat on the bench with you. His hands took yours and concern bled into his green eyes.

“I’m fine, I just need to get this right. It has to be perfect.”

He frowned at the detached tone and let you pull your hands free, but he didn’t leave as you raised your hands to the keys and stared vacantly at the music book on the shelf. Fingers he had seen clenched tight into fists and fighting with raw strength now moved delicately across the keys and your eyes closed. To anyone in the room it would look serene, divine even, but close up Charles could see the shimmering of tears beneath the lashes.

Something, or someone, had utterly broken the woman beside him and Charles found out just how much he could truly hate when he looked up to see your mother. Her watchful eyes were eager but it wasn’t for the music. The eyes that were the same exact shade as yours were too invested in your performance. It was a stark comparison to when his mother watched him play. There was no pride, merely cold calculations and the anticipation of a mistake.

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath as your little finger seized up and failed to reach the key needed.

Fire ignited in your mother’s eyes at the mistake, not that anyone else would have caught it unless they were pianists too. Cruel intentions played across her face as Charles shifted closer on the seat and reached for your hand, slipping his beneath yours and taking over the piece, finishing it almost perfectly.

“Such a delightful duet,” your mother clapped, accepting the applause as if she had done the work. “Dinner will be served in a moment.”

The crowd dispersed to take their appointed seats but you couldn’t move as you sat with your hands slumped on your lap. A shadow fell across you and you tensed, waiting for the pain to come.

“Come on, baby, we’re leaving.” Charles rose to his feet and planted himself between you and your mother.

“The evening isn’t over.”

Charles curled his arm under yours and pulled you to your feet but you felt like a puppet, not in control of your own body. “It is for us, and every other evening too.”

“I don’t know what game you are playing at, boy, but she belongs to me and she isn’t going anywhere.”

“Y/N is a person, not a belonging. She isn’t a price in a deal or weight in a business decision.” Charles snickered as her eyes widened. “Yes, I know about that. I wonder what the world would think of this family if they found out the truth too.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

You finally had the strength to look at him and see utter seriousness set in his handsome features. He was willing to make a scene for you with some of the nations most affluent figures in the next room, but that was exactly why your mother ceded to him.

“Go,” she snapped, an angry finger pointing to the door before she stared down her nose at you. “I won’t forget this when you come crawling back to me.”

You barely spoke a word as you followed Charles outside where he called his brother. “Tur, I need a favour. Can you come and pick us up? No, we haven’t been arrested.”

You didn’t realise you were shivering until he unbuttoned his suit jacket and draped it over your shoulders. Warmth and his scent enveloped you and you immediately started to feel better, your fingers unfurling from the stiff fists they had been closed into.

“He’s going to be at least half an hour,” Charles said as he tucked his phone away and looked around, spotting curious eyes watching from the window. “We should get a taxi and wait somewhere else.”

“Can we walk?”

Charles glanced at your heels. “Do you want to get changed?”

You shook your head and started to make your way down the driveway. “I would say the door is already locked.”

When you reached the gates you knew Franco was already advised of your impending departure. The mountain of a man took up almost all of the security booth and his sad eyes followed each step, but you kept your head high.

“Take care of everyone for me, big guy,” you said as you passed the open gates. He gave the smallest of nods before his lips pursed and he hit the button to close the gates as he had been ordered.

“You’re taking this rather calmly,” Charles commented as he laced his hand in yours and crossed the road to walk along the waterfront.

“I’m sure she was expecting a tantrum.” You smiled at the thought of her disappointment before a laugh bubbled up. “God, she is going to hate you.”

Charles laughed along with you and pulled you to a stop to watch the sun setting over the water. His chest pressed to your back as he held the safety rail either side of your body and his lips warmed your cheek. “She can hate me all she wants, it was worth it. You are worth it.”

You rested your head on his shoulder as the sun dipped below the horizon and sighed. “You make it hard for me to hate you.”

“Good, I don’t want you to hate me.”

With the red hues of light fading quickly you continued on the walk out of the suburbs and into the city. The smells from the fine dining establishments reminded you that you had missed dinner but when Charles asked where you would like to eat there was only one place that called to you.

“McDonalds?” he double checked, frowning as you looked up at the golden arches with what he could only imagine was childish wonder. “Wait, you’ve never had McDonalds?”

“Do they serve caviar?” you shot back.

“They might start when they see you,” he teased, pointing out how massively overdressed you were as he opened the door to the fast food chain. “After you, my lady.”

Charles could see you were uncertain of yourself as you checked what was on the menu. Your posture was relaxed but your eyes were darting around the room, taking in the exits and the other patrons who weren’t dressed nearly as nice as you. “I don’t know what to get,” you finally admitted after spending too long trying to choose one combo.

“Why don’t you go choose a table and I will order for you?”

You chose a booth in the back corner with some privacy and ignored the strange looks you were given as you walked by in a Dior gown. It was only when you sat down that you realised how silly it was to be wearing a 20 carat diamond necklace with no security personnel so you unclasped the chain and bundled it into your hands beneath the table.

A few moments later Charles arrived with a tray of food and slid in beside you.

“So we’ve got the classics: cheeseburger, Big Mac, nuggets, fries and a sundae.” He opened all the packaging and tore the top off a sauce punnet before dragging a nugget through it. “Here, sweet and sour is the best.”

You parted your lips and took a bite, surprised by how sweet and tangy the sauce was with the crunch of the crispy nugget. Your eyes widened and Charles grinned. “Good, no?”

“Holy fuck,” you moaned. “That is delicious!”

“Try this,” Charles said as he dunked a bunch of fries into the ice cream.

“Seriously?”

“Trust me.”

You were dubious but opened your mouth for the food he offered and frowned at the contradictory tastes on your tongue. Hot met cold, sweet met salty, crunchy met creamy. You didn’t hate it but couldn’t decide if you liked it either so you gave it another attempt.

Charles took a burger for himself and quietly ate while you took a bite out of everything before choosing the cheeseburger as the simplest yet satisfactory item of them all.

“It’s like watching a newborn try food for the first time,” he chuckled.

You scrunched up the paper napkin you had dabbed your lips with and tossed it at his grinning face. “Asshole.”

“What? You’re cute.”

“Thank you, you’re not too bad yourself, brother,” Arthur said as he dropped into the booth beside you and flicked a finger at the layered chiffon sleeve of your dress. “You look gorgeous.”

You tossed your hair back over your shoulder and tucked a hand under your chin with a dramatic pout. “This is the look of a homeless woman, Tur. I have nothing but my name and the clothes on my back, but your brother plans to take them both off me.”

Arthur tipped his head back with a laugh and stole the remaining chicken nuggets. “You can ditch the wedding plan now if you have been successfully thrown out. What happened anyway?”

Charles watched as you shrugged and murmured quietly, “She had me play for her important guests and I messed up.”

Arthur’s eyes narrowed and he picked up your hands, turning them over to check for any injuries. “Did she hurt you?”

You gently removed your hands and tucked them back on your lap. “Not this time, Charles intervened.”

Charles had never seen such a look of relief or gratitude from his brother and despite knowing he had done the right thing, he wished he could have done something sooner. Clearing his throat of the lump of regret that clogged it, Charles started to collect the rubbish on the table before picking up the tray.

You frowned and looked around for staff. “Isn’t someone going to do that for you?”

“Not here, no,” he said as he disposed of it himself before holding his hand out. “Ready to go home?”

Your argument to stay at the rundown factory was vetoed by both Leclercs so Arthur had driven you back to Monaco with Charles. It was strange to walk back into Charles’ apartment with your worldly possessions in a gym bag and briefly wondered if you were truly prepared for the consequences. You might act brave but there were really only two worlds you knew, the one in the gilded cage and the one in the iron cage. Both involved fighting of two very different kinds but both were for survival; of status or life.

This was foreign.

“I’ll take you shopping in the morning before we go to the track.”

You pulled the necklace from the pocket of his jacket you still wore and placed it on the table. “I don’t know how much this is worth but it’s Cartier.”

Charles frowned at the change in the confident woman he knew and he picked up the heavy chain embedded with diamonds. “You don’t have to worry about money,” he promised as he stepped behind you and clasped it around your throat. “I promised I would take care of you.”

He turned you in his arms and smiled as he ran a finger along the gems resting in the valley of your breasts. “You were born to wear diamonds.”

You couldn’t quite find the words to thank him because a simple thank you wasn’t enough so you slipped his jacket off and draped it over a chair before reaching for the hidden zip at your side. You brushed the sleeves off your shoulders and let the dress float to the floor under his watchful eyes before stepping closer. With each step another item of clothing was lost - heels, bra, panties, gone - until there was only one thing left. “The necklace?”

Charles smirked as he pulled you flush to his body and tipped your chin back to meet his darkening eyes. “Leave it on.”