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tommydarlings · 18 days ago

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Where do you think you’re going? | c.l

—★ dark!charles leclerc x reader

—★ dark, manipulation, brief mentions of killing, torturing and stalking

—★ 1k

—★ You couldn’t take it anymore, you had to run away from your dear boyfriend — but unfortunately, you didn’t make it far. (based off of this request !)

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Your feet hurt as you ran out of the door and through the forest, your lungs already burning after just a few steps but you didn’t care, this was your chance.

You loved Charles, and he loved you as well… but his way of loving you has gotten out of hand.

He killed for you, tortured others without hesitating, put at least one small security camera into every room of the big mansion you just ran away from.

He was crazy, batshit crazy for you.

At first, you ignored it, you thought he was just possessive and jealous like every other guy but no… this was so much scarier.

You frantically looked around as you ran and ran and ran, trying your best not to slow down — you needed to get as far away as possible after all, that was your goal.

But then you already felt it.

One pair of big arms wrapping themselves around your waist, tackling you to the dirty and slightly wet ground, making you yelp in surprise and fear,

“No! Get off of me!“ only then you noticed that one of Charles’ men caught you, another one towering over your lying and crying figure, quickly reaching for his cell phone.

“Stay still, I don’t want to hurt you on purpose,” the one that caught you told you but you only stared at the cell phone, praying that the other man didn‘t dial your boyfriend's number.

“Sir?“ he suddenly spoke up, “Yes, we got her, she’s not hurt and we‘ll bring her back right now, don’t worry,“ and you already screamed and kicked your legs.

But it was no use against two grown men whose job was to catch you and bring you back to your lover.

———

As soon as you arrived back 'home', Charles ran up to you with a surprising amount of… concern on his face?

You prepared for the worst — you thought he was gonna scold you as if you were a little kid, you thought he was gonna drag you into the bedroom and smack some sense into you… or worse, fuck some sense into you, rough and mercilessly.

But none of that happened.

He immediately ran up to you, his brows slightly furrowed and your favorite soft blanket in his veiny hands,

“Mon amour, mon dieu!“ my love, my god! Charles threw the big blanket around your shoulders and pulled you closer, not even looking at the two other men that just brought you back to him.

You gulped and nuzzled into the blanket, not because you wanted to be closer to him but simply because you were so cold.

Charles sighed, “You’re cold aren’t you? Oh c’mere,“ he pulled you into his side, quickly kissing your temple a couple of times, “you‘re safe now, do you know who took you?“

At that strange question, you were only able to furrow your brows, “w-what?“ you mumbled under your breath.

Charles ran his hand through his hair,

“That’s what I thought… you can’t remember, can you?“ he looked almost… sad? worried?

You briefly looked up at him with glassy eyes, “I-I, what are y-you talking-”

“Oh no no, baby,“ he quickly pulled you in for a tight hug, the soft blanket still hugging your shaking figure, “you have no idea, huh? You can’t remember anything, right? Don’t worry that's normal when everything is so scary and happens so quickly,“ he gently stroked your head, trying his absolute hardest to calm you down.

Even though he was the only thing that made you feel unsafe right now.

Charles cupped your cheeks, scanning your entire face, “are you hurt? Did they hurt you anywhere?“

You were so confused, who was he talking about? He was the only one you were running from…

But you were only able to shake your head, glassy eyes looking up at him,

“N-No, I’m not hurt… just a bit dirty,“ you looked down at your legs, making Charles‘ gaze quickly shoot down as well, “oh no baby..“ he bent down.

As his hands tried their best to clean the dirt off of your pretty skin, “my pretty baby,“ he sighed sadly, “what did they do to you, hmm?“

You shook your head, the first tear escaping your wide eyes, “I-I don‘t know, I-I‘m-”

“You’re all confused and scared, I know,“ your dear boyfriend murmured under his breath, “I’ll clean you up and then we can just cuddle, okay?“

After shedding some more silent tears, you nodded at his words, not understanding anything here but you gave up by now, feeling too weak and hopeless.

“O-Okay,“ you replied as he stood back up, quickly scooping you up into his arms, carrying you with ease towards the big bathroom.

As the two of you arrived in the luxurious bathroom, he immediately sat you down on the countertop, being all careful and gentle.

You can’t remember the last time he was so gentle with you.

“Your knees are still a bit dirty, mon amour,“ he scoffed quietly and grabbed a cloth, wetting it quickly before he tried his best to get the dirt off of your soft skin.

Your caring boyfriend bent down a little and carefully cleaned your dirty legs, “And don’t worry my love,“ he started quietly, “I’ll get the bastard who’s been stalking you lately and tried to steal you from me, nobody gets to take my pretty girl away from me,“ he shook his head along his own words.

But you only shook your head at his insanity, was he serious?

“How are you supposed to catch yourself?” you dared to ask.

He gulped heavily and stared at your knee for a few seconds before he snapped his head into your direction, looking up at you with slightly darker eyes, his hands still touching your legs,

“Catch myself?“ he cracked a tiny smile almost as if you were the crazy one here, “what are you talking about, baby?“

But you were too scared, his darker eyes intimidating you too much to even open your mouth so you only shook your head.

Charles nodded along, “that’s what I thought…” he mumbled under his breath but you heard it loud and clear, his fingers grazing your calves,

“You have nothing to worry about anymore, you’re with me now and I’ll take good care of you, I promise,“ he softly kissed both of your inner thighs before he went back to cleaning you up.

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honeydippedfiction · 8 months ago

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Can I request plus size!reader where she is dating Charles but instead of her getting hate and stuff for her looks, the fans actually love her and question how Charles can handle all of her? THEY ARE THIRSTY thank you- 🦥 anon

Anon I love you, I enjoyed creating this. It might be extra cheesy but🤷🏽‍♀️🫶🏽

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Warnings: Thirsty fans, Charles is clingy, Y/N is a smartass but she loves her man

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Charles Leclerc had always been known for his charm both on and off the track, but when the news broke that the Ferrari driver was dating a plus-size Black woman named Y/N, the internet exploded in a way no one quite expected.

Instead of the usual scrutiny that comes with being in the spotlight, especially for women who don’t fit the stereotypical mold, Y/N was met with nothing but love—and a lot of thirst. Leclerc’s fans couldn’t get enough of her confidence, radiant smile, and how effortlessly she seemed to handle herself next to the F1 star. But that wasn’t all. The conversation online quickly shifted to something a bit more… provocative.

“How does Charles even handle her?” one fan tweeted, accompanied by a gif of someone dramatically fainting. Another user posted, “Charles out here pulling a QUEEN like Y/N? Boy, you better be built for this!” with fire emojis.

The more they saw of the couple, the thirstier the comments got.

“Charles, blink twice if you’re okay!” one commenter joked after seeing a video of the couple laughing together at a party, Y/N playfully teasing him.

In an interview with a lifestyle magazine, Leclerc was asked about the dynamic between him and Y/N. His face lit up with a wide grin. “She’s incredible. I think I’m the lucky one, honestly. She’s got this presence… it’s magnetic.”

Y/N wasn’t shy about showing her love for Charles either, posting candid moments of the two together on her Instagram. One video that sent fans into a frenzy showed them dancing in their living room, Charles clearly struggling to keep up with Y/N’s moves.

The comments were on fire.

“How is he not on his knees for her 24/7?” one fan asked under the post. “Girl, you are TOO MUCH. Give him a break!” another joked.

At one point, during a Ferrari fan event, a group of women wearing matching T-shirts that read “Charles, can YOU handle her?” held up a sign that read, “Y/N, teach us your ways!”

Charles saw it and burst into laughter, shaking his head. Y/N, who was watching from the sidelines, waved at the group, flashing her signature smile.

“Maybe they should be asking me how I can handle him,” Y/N later joked on her Instagram story, winking at the camera.

From the moment I stepped into Charles’ world, I knew it was going to be intense. I mean, the guy’s an F1 driver, one of the most loved on the grid. But what I didn’t expect was the complete opposite of what I thought would come my way. The moment people found out about us—about me—it was like the fans flipped a switch. And not the kind of switch where they throw shade. Nope. These people were thirsty.

It started small. A few comments under pictures I posted of us together.

“You’re glowing, girl! But, uh, how is Charles handling all of that?” with a winking emoji.

I’d scroll through my Instagram and see stuff like, “We need to check on Charles’ endurance off the track!” or “How does a man with that much stamina survive with a goddess like her?” It made me laugh, honestly. But the more I saw, the wilder it got.

One night, we were at home, lounging on the couch, and I showed Charles a few of the more… explicit tweets.

“Charles, you good, mate?” I read out loud, barely able to contain my laughter. “Blink twice if she’s got you needing an oxygen mask.”

Charles took one look at the screen, his cheeks turning bright red. “They really think I’m struggling out here, don’t they?” he said, shaking his head with that boyish smile I adored.

I grinned at him, nudging him with my elbow. “I mean, they aren’t wrong. You barely keep up with me when we dance.”

“That’s because you don’t warn me before you start those Beyoncé routines in the living room,” he teased back, pretending to huff in frustration.

But the comments weren’t just about Charles. They were about me, too. The fans genuinely loved me, which was wild considering how harsh people can be. They loved my curves, my confidence, and how I didn’t shy away from showing affection to Charles in public. I was always expecting the backlash, the snide remarks about being a plus-size Black woman dating a guy like him. Instead, I was getting comments like, “Sis, PLEASE drop the workout routine because you look FIRE!” and “Y/N, I need your energy. Charles is lucky to even be in your orbit.”

The first time I saw the group of fans at a Ferrari event wearing shirts that said “Charles, can YOU handle her?” I couldn’t stop laughing. I waved at them, completely blown away by how extra they were. I guess I should’ve been embarrassed or something, but I wasn’t. I was feeling myself. And clearly, so were they.

Later, when Charles and I were back home, I sat cross-legged on the bed, still buzzing from the energy of the event.

“They really love you,” he said, leaning against the doorway, watching me as I scrolled through the photos of us.

I looked up at him and grinned. “They love us. Mostly because they think you can’t handle me.”

Charles raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. “Oh, really?” he challenged, stepping closer, his voice low. “They’re wrong, you know. I can handle you just fine.”

I shot him a playful look. “Prove it.”

The next day, I posted a picture of us—his arms wrapped around me, me standing on my toes to kiss his cheek, the two of us smiling like we didn’t have a care in the world. The caption read: He can handle me just fine, thanks for asking.

The comments? Pure chaos.

“I BET HE CAN! 👀🔥”

“Girl, we don’t need details, but we’re imagining PLENTY.”

“I’m screaming—this whole thing is too much, and I’m living for it!”

Life with Charles was like this. Fun, light-hearted, but also deeper than the public ever saw. Sure, they saw the surface—how he adored me, how we were always laughing together. But what they didn’t see was the late-night talks, the quiet moments where he’d trace patterns on my back, or the times he’d look at me like I was the only person in the world.

The fans were obsessed, and honestly, I couldn’t blame them. But if they knew just how lucky I felt to have him? I think they’d really lose it.

It was the night before the race, and we were in our hotel room, another triple header. The race schedule had been nonstop, and though Charles loved the track, the constant travel and media pressure was taking a toll. He’d just gotten back from practice, exhausted, sweaty, and clearly in need of a break. I was lounging on the bed, scrolling through my phone, when I heard the shower turn off in the bathroom.

A few minutes later, Charles emerged, his hair damp and messy, a towel slung low around his hips. He looked up and caught my eye, offering me a small, tired smile. But there was something else—something heavy in the way he looked at me, as if he was holding onto something he wasn’t ready to say yet.

“You okay?” I asked, setting my phone down and sitting up on the bed.

He nodded, but instead of going to his suitcase to get dressed, he walked straight over to me and flopped down on the bed, still only in his towel. Without saying a word, he pulled me into his arms, holding me tight against his chest.

“Charles, you’re still wet!” I squealed, laughing as I felt the water from his hair drip onto me.

He just buried his face in my neck, mumbling something I couldn’t quite catch. I ran my fingers through his damp hair, letting him hold me, sensing he needed it. After a few moments of silence, I spoke up.

“What’s going on, baby?” I asked softly.

Charles sighed, his arms tightening around me. “I don’t know. Just… I missed you today.” His voice was muffled against my skin, and there was a softness in his tone that I hadn’t heard earlier.

I pulled back slightly to look at him, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “You’ve seen me like, every day. What’s really bothering you?”

He hesitated for a moment, then finally admitted, “I’ve been seeing some of the comments again.”

I frowned. “Comments? What comments?”

“You know,” he said, his green eyes locking with mine, “the ones about you. The thirsty ones. People going on and on about how… how they’d kill to be with you. And I know it’s harmless, but sometimes… sometimes I just don’t like it.” He sounded almost shy as he said it, like he didn’t want to admit he was feeling jealous.

I couldn’t help but smile, finding it cute that this confident, world-class driver was feeling protective. “Charles, you’re not actually jealous, are you?”

He looked away, his face turning a bit red. “Maybe a little,” he muttered. “I just don’t like the way they talk about you. They don’t know you like I do. They don’t get to have you the way I do.”

My heart softened, and I leaned in to kiss him gently. “You know you’re the only one who has me, right? No one else even comes close.”

“I know,” he said, his lips brushing mine softly before he pulled back. “It’s just—sometimes I get these thoughts. Like… they don’t deserve to talk about you like that. You’re mine, and I don’t want to share even the idea of you.”

I laughed softly, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I belong to you, Charles. All of me. No one else gets to handle me like this.” I gave him a cheeky smile, knowing that would make him laugh.

And sure enough, his expression lightened, a playful glint returning to his eyes. “Damn right, they don’t,” he said, pulling me even closer. “I’m the only one who can handle you.”

I smirked, enjoying this clingy, vulnerable side of him. “You sure you can handle all of this, Leclerc? Because some of those fans seem to think you’re struggling.”

He narrowed his eyes at me, clearly pretending to be offended. “Oh, please. They have no idea what they’re talking about. I’m doing just fine.”

I giggled, giving him a playful shove. “You sure? Because the way you’re acting tonight makes me think you’re feeling a little insecure, Mr. Ferrari.”

“I’m not insecure,” he insisted, his voice a bit defensive but still soft. “I just… I want to make sure you know that I love you. And that… that I’m the only one who gets to be with you like this.”

I smiled, resting my forehead against his. “I know, Charles. And I love you, too. More than anyone could ever imagine.”

For a moment, neither of us said anything. We just stayed there, wrapped up in each other, the world outside fading away. Charles held me like he needed to remind himself that I was really here, that I was his.

Finally, I broke the silence. “You’re so clingy tonight. Is this what I should expect every time someone thirsts over me online?”

He laughed, his arms still locked around me. “Maybe. Guess you’ll have to get used to it.”

“I think I can manage that,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek before snuggling into his chest, both of us content in the quiet comfort of just being together.

Charles tightened his arms around me as I nestled against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat comforting. The room was dimly lit by the bedside lamp, casting soft shadows on the walls, and the sound of the city outside faded into the background. It was just us in our little bubble, away from the noise and the track and all the pressures of the race weekend.

I could feel him relax a little, his muscles unclenching as he held me close. I traced small circles on his bare chest, smiling to myself. I loved this side of him—the part of Charles that wasn’t the confident, cool F1 driver but the sweet, vulnerable guy who just wanted to make sure I felt loved.

“So,” I murmured against his skin, “are you going to get clingy every time someone slides into my DMs or comments on my posts?”

He laughed softly, his breath warm against my hair. “Maybe I will. You’re my girlfriend—can’t let anyone think they have a chance.”

“Oh, they know they don’t have a chance,” I teased, looking up at him. “They’re just living out their little fantasies. It’s cute, really.”

Charles pouted, his brows furrowing just a little. “Cute for them, but not for me.”

I giggled, poking his side. “Aw, is someone a little jealous?” I teased, knowing exactly how to get under his skin.

He rolled his eyes, but I could see the corner of his mouth twitch into a smile. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Maybe a little,” I admitted, grinning. “It’s not every day I get to see Charles Leclerc all jealous and possessive.”

He huffed, but his arms stayed firmly around me. “I’m not that possessive,” he mumbled, though I could tell he was lying.

“Oh, really?” I arched an eyebrow, sitting up slightly to look him in the eye. “Then explain why you’re clinging to me like I’m about to disappear.”

Charles’ green eyes sparkled as he met my gaze, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. “Because you’re the best thing in my life,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “And sometimes I just want to make sure you know that. That you’re mine.”

My heart fluttered at his words. As much as I teased him, I loved how deeply he cared for me. His jealousy wasn’t about insecurity—it was about how much he valued what we had. I leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

“I know, Charles,” I whispered against his mouth. “I know, and I’m yours. Always.”

He kissed me back, his lips soft and slow, like he was savoring the moment. When we finally pulled away, he sighed, his forehead resting against mine. “I’m sorry for being weird about it. I just… I don’t want anyone thinking they can take what’s mine.”

I smiled, brushing my fingers through his damp hair. “No one could, even if they tried.”

He pulled me back down to lay against his chest, his hand gently stroking my back. “Good. Because I don’t think I’d survive without you.”

I laughed, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. “Well, you don’t have to worry about that. I’m not going anywhere.”

For a while, we lay there in comfortable silence, my head resting against his chest, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back. The tension from earlier melted away, leaving only the warmth of being close to each other.

Just when I thought he had drifted off, he spoke again, his voice soft and teasing this time. “So… you’re saying if they thirst over you more, I get more cuddles?”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “You’re ridiculous.”

He grinned, pulling me closer. “Yeah, but you love me for it.”

I smiled against his skin. “I do.”

Charles let out a content sigh, his hold on me never loosening. “Good, because I’m not letting you go anytime soon.”

And honestly, I didn’t want him to.

After a beat of silence, he added, “Just… promise me something?”

I tilted my head. “What?”

“If the fans keep getting thirstier, you’ll remind them who you belong to?”

I grinned. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll make sure they know exactly who’s handling me just fine.”

y/n

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erikawrites13 · 29 days ago

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“Say It Again”

Charles Leclerc x Reader (Y/N) Warning- Rough Dom / Playful Brat Sub — post-race , light choking, orgasm control, name-calling (playful degradation), praise, aftercare implied.

English is not my first language. I have dyslexia. Let me know what you think about it, please."

You were already in bed when he came in.

Hair damp from a quick shower, shirt clinging to his chest, jaw still tense from the adrenaline of the race. You looked up at him from where you lay, one leg lazily bent, one of his black Ferrari team shirts swallowing your frame.

"You look like a podium finish," you said with a smirk, "but you act like a DNF when you’re off track."

He froze.

Eyebrow arched. Head tilted slightly. Silent, except for the quiet sound of his tongue clicking behind his teeth.

"Repeat that?" he asked, voice low.

You stretched, slow and lazy. “I said,” you began, drawing the syllables out, “you talk a big game, Charles, but I’m still waiting for you to prove Monaco didn’t drain everything out of you.”

He didn’t move for a second. Then—

You blinked and he was already on top of you, the weight of his body pressing you into the mattress, one hand pinned above your head, the other wrapped lightly around your throat—not squeezing. Just reminding. Just claiming.

“Oh, you want to play tonight, huh?” His accent roughened the words. “Tired little brat can’t keep her mouth shut unless it’s full?”

Your breath hitched.

“You don’t get to talk like that unless you’re ready to deal with what it does to me,” he growled, dragging the shirt up over your hips, baring skin like he had every right to it. “Now tell me what you really want, or I’ll keep you on the edge all night.”

You bit your lip, thighs clenching around nothing.

“Say it,” he snapped. “Use your words.”

“I want—fuck, Charles—I want you to ruin me.”

“That’s better.”

He shifted, grabbing a soft tie from the bedside table and looping it quickly around your wrists, binding them to the headboard. He worked with the calm efficiency of someone who’s done this before, who knows how to take his time before wrecking you.

“You gonna be good for me now?” he asked, dragging his fingers down your stomach, over the waistband of your panties.

You hesitated—on purpose.

He smirked. “Wrong answer.”

Then he was between your legs, mouth hot and punishing, tongue flicking with infuriating precision but never giving you quite enough. Every time your hips bucked, his hands shoved them back down. Every time you gasped for more, he pulled away.

“See?” he murmured against your thigh. “So easy to break a brat when you know what she needs.”

You whined, wrists straining. “Please—Charles, please. I’ll be good.”

“Oh, now you’re ready to behave?” he taunted, licking a stripe up your center that made your legs tremble. “You had all that attitude a minute ago.”

“I’m sorry.”

The End!

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love44lew · 9 months ago

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what turns them on/off

彡drivers lewis hamilton, max verstappen, charles leclerc, sebastian vettel, jenson button

彡genre hcs/scenarios

彡summary what gets their wheels spinning and what makes ‘em dnf ★

彡notes i apologize for the wait my loves i didn’t want any of these to feel rushed </3 thank you for 100 followers ❤️❤️

彡warnings sexual content

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lewis

pleasuring you lewis loves to satisfy the people he loves. getting them gifts, compliments, paying the bill for any meal, you name it. as long as his special ones are happy, hes happy. so in bed you can expect those same things to apply. he gets pleasure from pleasuring you, he loves it. he enjoys seeing you trembling, blushing and fucked out more than his own pleasure. thats why his favorite thing to do is eat you out. and by life itself, this man can EAT!! its almost like your pussy put a spell on him he gets so lost in the sauce. you physically have to push him off to make him stop and by that time your legs are already shaking. he really touches the ocean floor if you know what i mean!! and the d is fire!! and it will put you to sleep. lewis loves being your personal melatonin.

meaningless sex when lewis was single and needed some pleasure every once in a while, he would just go on raya or hit up one of the six trillion girls who wanted him. he wasn’t satisfied with living that way. lewis is a lover not a player. he’s been through a lot of stuff to make him this way and he learned this the hard way through his late twenties and early thirties. born to be a lover, forced to be a hoe !! fortunately though, he met you and looking back on it, he’s realized how much he hated the shallowness of it all. lewis craves for deep meaningful connections and just having sex with random women didn’t fill that hole in his heart. he had to relearn the true meaning of sex and how magical and special such an experience can be. you helped him rediscover this important aspect of his life and it feels great. being with you has definitely taught him quality over quantity.

max

loss of senses max needs to see you, so darkness is a no no. plus, more unnecessary risk of hurting yourselves. he loves the sound of your voice, weather its your moaning and whining as he works your body in every way you enjoy or its just you rambling about your day while running your soft fingers through his thin silky hair. max needs the stimulation of sight and sound to get himself going. “let me hear you” he’ll whisper into your ear

this may be why he loves his mirrors !! the only solution to this issue is to just fuck u in front of a mirror. most men love to do that for their own pleasure but the only thing max is looking at while fucking you in front of a mirror is the way your face twitches, contorts, and relaxes with every thrust. the way your doe eyes roll back and cross, further showing to him how good he fucks you. he picks you up by your neck forcing you to straighten your back as he whispers sweet praise into your ear. “you look so pretty like this baby” “you want me to keep doing that gorgeous?” “uhuh im fucking you good baby” your legs twitch every time his sweet voice sings into your ear telling you everything you need to hear.

charles

charles loves to see you in lace, latex, and silk. the way the latex hugs your figure so beautifully makes you almost look naked. weather its black, beige, white, or print he loves when you look all sexy just for him. silk is almost like maternal for him. as much as he loves to see your curves he also loves the look of ‘sheets after sex’ the open back with the jewelry and the flowy trim, he loves it. it simply just makes him want to imagine you bloated with your shared creation but still keeping your elegance and beauty along with it. the look of silk makes your skin glow like the sun and you simply look like a greek goddess in his eyes. the beautiful custom embroidery that revolves around your every curve when you wear lace is unmatched. he loves that it shows just enough that he can imagine what hes already seen but also covers enough that others cant. the sexy elegant vibe of lace changes your aura enough to make him want to eat you out through your thin panties. your beautiful skin covered by a thin soft custom embroidery made just for him makes his mind go wild.

waiting charles is very impatient when it comes to his pleasure. weather its the pleasure of winning or reaching tip of his climax so good that he’ll just want to fall asleep after, he’ll work hard to make sure he gets there, for you too. sure, he can do foreplay but only for a certain amount of time until he begins to bore. ‘lets get to the good stuff already’ ((sass)) charles is a gentleman, so he will make sure you finish before him. plus, he has amazing stamina, so don’t feel rushed to reach your climax, he can wait for that. sometimes he’ll slow down just to watch you overstimulate for a little bit longer, just until you start fussing before going rough and slow, just how u like it. “whats wrong mon cœr? don’t you like it slow?” “ahh you want it harder.. yeah, just like that.”

sebastian

cuddling (smirk) the bed creaks as seb adjusts himself to face your back swinging an arm over your waist and the other snaked around your neck. “good morning, der liebling” he greeted in his raspy low morning tone, planting soft kisses on your cheek and shoulder. you turned your head to catch his lips. “good morning sunshine” you teased his nickname. he rolled his eyes, a smirk tugging his lips. he kissed your nose before diving back onto your lips, his hand now squeezing and caressing your waist and hip. you scooted back, carefully grinding your rear on his front. his hand stuck on your hip while his other now holding your neck. you continued grinding your ass back on him. little moans and purrs escaping between kisses.

full attention its important that you fully engage with seb while having relations. if you seem at all uninterested in what you’re doing he simply wont have the means to do anything anymore. its important to always make sure you’re not holding back when it comes to him. he loves when your hands are anywhere they can find groping or caressing his skin as hes burried deep in your core. he needs to feel extra wanted every time. “touch me” he whispers into your ear as he slowly inserts himself. the extra sensory makes him go wild as he resists cumming after just a couple strokes. your nails lightly scratching circles into his scalp as he’s pressing your knees into the cushion below. even when hes fucking you from behind you always reach a hand over to run down his chest and abs and make eye contact as you match his thrust rhythm.

(i might add jenson in the future but im trying to get this out for you guys asap!!)

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The sun peeks through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the bedroom as you begin to stir. The smell of something delicious wafts through the air, pulling you from your slumber. You stretch, the soft sheets rustling around you, and that's when you see Charles standing in the doorway, a tray in his hands and a loving smile on his face.

"Good morning, baby," he says, his voice filled with affection.

You sit up, propping yourself on the pillows as he brings the tray to you. It's a delightful spread of fresh fruit, fluffy pancakes, scrambled eggs, and crispy bacon, accompanied by a steaming cup of coffee and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.

"Charles, this looks amazing!" you exclaim, touched by the effort he's put into making your morning special.

He sets the tray on your lap and leans in to kiss your forehead. "Only the best for you," he says, his eyes sparkling with love. "I wanted to start our anniversary weekend off right."

As you take a bite of the pancakes, savoring the sweet syrup, he sits on the edge of the bed, watching you with a look of adoration. "You have until tonight to pack your essentials," he says casually.

You pause, fork halfway to your mouth. "Pack my essentials? What do you mean?"

He grins, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I already had your BFF buy you stuff and pack everything you might need. Your job is just to relax and get ready."

You're shocked, a mixture of excitement and curiosity bubbling up inside you. "Where are we going?" you ask, your voice filled with anticipation.

You stare at him, speechless. "Wait. Charles! My hair, my nails... nothing is done. Are you serious?"

"It's a surprise," he says with a wink. "But don't worry about a thing. I've scheduled a whole day of pampering for you. Your hair, nails, everything—it's all taken care of."

He laughs, leaning in to kiss you softly. "That's what you're doing today. Just relax and enjoy yourself. I've got everything planned."

After breakfast, you get ready for your day of pampering. You’re still buzzing with excitement and curiosity about the surprise trip. Charles gives you one last kiss before you head out the door, his parting words making you smile. "Enjoy your day, baby. You deserve it."

Your first stop is a high-end salon downtown, where you're greeted by friendly staff who seem to know exactly who you are. "Welcome! We've been expecting you," the receptionist says with a warm smile.

You're ushered into a private room where your stylist awaits. She’s bubbly and professional, and she wastes no time in discussing what you’d like for your hair. After a brief consultation, you decide on a style that's elegant yet easy to manage, perfect for a surprise trip.

As she works, you relax, letting the tension melt away. The stylist is skilled, her hands working magic on your hair. She gives you a deep conditioning treatment, a trim, and styles your hair into soft, cascading waves that frame your face beautifully.

Next, you’re led to the nail section, where you choose a chic chrome white French tip with tiny jewels for a touch of glamour. The nail technician is meticulous, ensuring each nail is perfect. The process is soothing, and you find yourself chatting with her, the time passing quickly.

Once your nails are done, you move on to a luxurious facial. The esthetician is gentle, applying various creams and masks that rejuvenate your skin, leaving it glowing and refreshed. You close your eyes, letting the serene environment and soft music lull you into a state of complete relaxation.

By the time you’re finished, you feel like a new person. Your hair looks stunning, your nails are impeccable, and your skin feels silky smooth. As you step out of the salon, you can’t help but admire your reflection in the glass door. Charles is going to love this, you think to yourself with a smile.

.•☆.°.•.*₊ ♪ ♫ .• ☆.°.• .

Charles picks you up outside the salon, his eyes lighting up when he sees you. "Wow, you look incredible," he says, pulling you in for a kiss. "How was your day?"

"It was amazing," you reply, your heart swelling with gratitude. "Thank you so much for everything. But I'm still dying to know where we're going."

He laughs, a low, rumbling sound that makes your heart flutter. "All in good time, baby."

He drives you to the airport, the anticipation building with each passing mile. When you arrive, he parks and leads you inside, his hand warm and reassuring in yours. As you walk through the bustling terminal, you can’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves.

"Charles, seriously, where are we going?" you ask again, hoping he’ll give you a hint.

He just smiles, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "You'll see soon enough. Trust me."

You board a private plane, a luxury you hadn't expected. The interior is plush and comfortable, with soft leather seats and elegant décor. As you settle in, a stewardess offers you a drink, and you accept a glass of champagne, the bubbles tickling your nose as you take a sip.

Charles sits beside you, his hand resting on your thigh. "I arranged for dinner to be served once we're in the air," he says, his voice low and intimate. "I thought it would be nice to enjoy a meal together while we fly."

You look at him, your heart overflowing with love and gratitude. "You're so cute," you say, leaning in to kiss him. "I love you. I'm so excited but also a little nervous."

He smiles, his eyes filled with warmth. "I love you too. And there's no need to be nervous. Everything is going to be perfect."

The plane takes off smoothly, and soon you’re soaring above the clouds. The stewardess brings out dinner—a beautifully arranged spread of gourmet dishes. There's a succulent filet mignon, a delicate salmon fillet, roasted vegetables, and a variety of decadent desserts.

As you dine, you and Charles talk about everything and nothing, the conversation flowing easily between you. The food is delicious, each bite a new sensation of flavor and texture. You feel completely spoiled, each moment more perfect than the last.

"You're really pulling out all the stops," you say, taking a sip of your champagne. "This is like a dream."

He reaches across the table, taking your hand in his. "You deserve nothing but the best," he says softly. "I wanted to make this anniversary unforgettable."

You smile, squeezing his hand. "It already is. But I can't help but wonder—where are we going?"

He chuckles, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on your hand. "Patience, baby. You'll know soon enough."

After dinner, you both recline your seats, the plane dimming its lights for the evening. You snuggle close to Charles, his arm wrapped around you as you gaze out at the stars twinkling outside the window.

"I can't wait to see what you have planned," you whisper, your voice filled with excitement.

He kisses your forehead, his lips soft and warm against your skin. "It's going to be amazing," he promises. "I can't wait to share it with you."

As the plane continues its journey, you close your eyes, feeling completely content. The anticipation of the surprise destination fills you with a sense of adventure and wonder. With Charles by your side, you know that whatever awaits you will be perfect.

Several hours later, the plane begins its descent. You wake up, feeling refreshed and curious about where you are. Charles looks at you, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

"We're almost there," he says, his voice filled with anticipation.

You look out the window, trying to catch a glimpse of your destination. The landscape below is beautiful, lush and green with hints of water sparkling in the distance. As the plane touches down, you feel a rush of excitement.

Once you’ve landed, Charles helps you gather your things, and you step off the plane into the warm, balmy air. The scenery is breathtaking—palm trees swaying gently in the breeze, the ocean stretching out to the horizon, and the sky painted with the colors of the setting sun.

“Charles, this is incredible,” you say, your eyes wide with wonder. “Where are we?”

He takes your hand, leading you towards a waiting car. “Welcome to Thailand,” he says with a grin. “Our home for the next week.”

You gasp, your heart racing with excitement. “Thailand? Are you serious?”

He nods, his eyes sparkling with delight. “I thought it would be the perfect place to celebrate our anniversary.”

You throw your arms around him, hugging him tightly. “Thank you, Charles. This is the best surprise ever.”

He kisses you, his lips warm and loving against yours. “Anything for you, baby. Now, let’s get settled in. We have an amazing week ahead of us.”

As you drive towards your hotel, the excitement and anticipation build within you. You can’t wait to see what other surprises Charles has in store. With him by your side, you know this trip will be nothing short of magical.

.•☆.°.•.*₊ ♪ ♫ .• ☆.°.• .

As you make your way to the candle-lit dinner he meticulously planned, the soft glow of lanterns and the soothing sound of the waves set the perfect ambiance. The setting is picturesque—a secluded beach with a table adorned with flowers, candles flickering gently in the evening breeze, and the scent of the ocean filling the air.

Charles, ever the gentleman, pulls out your chair, his eyes never leaving yours. He looks dashing in a crisp white shirt that contrasts beautifully with his tanned skin, his hair slightly tousled by the wind. You can’t help but smile at the thoughtfulness he’s put into this evening.

As you sit down, a waiter appears with a bottle of your favorite wine. Charles pours it for you, the liquid shimmering in the candlelight. You clink glasses, and he raises his, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“To us,” he says, his voice deep and sincere. “To three amazing years and many more to come.”

You smile, feeling a rush of warmth and affection. “To us,” you echo, taking a sip of the wine.

The first course arrives—a delicate seafood platter with fresh oysters, shrimp, and lobster, all beautifully presented. You savor each bite, the flavors bursting on your tongue. Charles watches you, his eyes dark with a mix of love and desire.

“This is amazing,” you say, your voice filled with genuine appreciation. “You really outdid yourself.”

He reaches across the table, taking your hand in his. “Only the best for you,” he replies, his thumb gently caressing your skin.

The conversation flows effortlessly as you enjoy the meal. You talk about your favorite memories from the past three years, laughing and reminiscing about the adventures you’ve shared. Charles is attentive, hanging on your every word, his gaze never wavering from your face.

The main course is a sumptuous Thai curry, rich and aromatic, with just the right amount of spice. You both savor the complex flavors, occasionally feeding each other bites. The intimacy of the moment is palpable, the connection between you deepening with each shared taste.

As the meal draws to a close, the waiter brings out a decadent dessert—mango sticky rice, perfectly sweet and fragrant. Charles takes a bite, then leans over to kiss you, his lips tasting of mango and coconut.

“I love you,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice husky.

“I love you too,” you whisper back, your heart swelling with emotion.

.•☆.°.•.*₊ ♪ ♫ .• ☆.°.• .

After dinner, you and Charles walk back to your hotel, hand in hand. The night is warm, the air filled with the scent of jasmine and the distant sound of music from a nearby festival. When you reach your room, he opens the door with a flourish, revealing a scene straight out of a fairy tale. The room is dimly lit, with rose petals scattered across the bed and soft music playing in the background.

Charles pulls you close, his hands resting on your hips. “I have one more surprise for you,” he says, his breath warm against your ear.

You raise an eyebrow, curious and excited. “Oh? And what might that be?”

He smiles, a slow, sensual smile that sends shivers down your spine. “Why don’t you sit down and find out?”

You sit on the edge of the bed, watching as he moves to the small table in the corner. He lights a few more candles, their soft glow adding to the romantic atmosphere. Then he turns back to you, his eyes dark and smoldering.

He walks over to you, his movements graceful and deliberate. When he reaches you, he kneels down, his hands sliding up your legs to rest on your thighs. “You look beautiful tonight,” he says, his voice low and filled with desire.

Your breath catches in your throat as he leans in, his lips brushing against your skin. He starts at your ankle, kissing his way up your leg, his touch sending sparks of electricity through your body. By the time he reaches your inner thigh, you’re already aching with need.

“Charles,” you whisper, your voice trembling with anticipation.

He looks up at you, his eyes filled with love and lust. “Just relax,” he murmurs. “Let me take care of you.”

You lean back, propping yourself up on your elbows as he continues his slow, sensual exploration. His hands are gentle but firm as they slide up your dress, pushing the fabric aside to reveal your bare skin. When his lips finally reach your core, you can’t help but moan, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

He takes his time, his tongue teasing and tasting you with a skill that leaves you breathless. Each flick and swirl sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body, building higher and higher until you’re on the edge of ecstasy. You grip the sheets, your knuckles white as you hold on, the sensations overwhelming.

“Charles, I’m so close,” you gasp, your body trembling with need.

He looks up at you, his eyes dark and intense. “Come for me,” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. “I want to feel you come.”

His words send you over the edge, your body arching as the orgasm crashes over you. You cry out his name, your vision going white with pleasure. Charles doesn’t stop, his tongue still moving against you, prolonging your release until you’re shaking with aftershocks.

When you finally come down, he looks up at you, his lips glistening. “You taste amazing,” he says, his voice husky.

You pull him up to you, kissing him deeply, tasting yourself on his lips. “Your turn,” you whisper, a wicked smile playing on your lips.

You push Charles onto his back, your hands moving to unbutton his shirt. He watches you, his eyes filled with anticipation and desire. When you finally have his shirt off, you trail kisses down his chest, your tongue flicking out to taste his skin. He groans, his hands tangling in your hair as you make your way lower.

When you reach the waistband of his pants, you look up at him, your eyes dark with desire. “I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel,” you say, your voice low and sultry.

He swallows hard, his eyes never leaving yours. “You always do,” he replies, his voice rough with need.

You smile, your fingers deftly undoing his belt and sliding his pants down. When he’s finally bare before you, you take a moment to admire him, your eyes drinking in every inch of his body.

Then you lean down, your lips wrapping around him, your tongue teasing the sensitive head. He groans, his hips bucking as you take him deeper, your mouth moving up and down his length with practiced ease. You can feel him trembling beneath you, his hands gripping the sheets as he tries to hold on.

“God, you’re so good at that,” he gasps, his voice strained.

You hum in response, the vibration sending shivers through his body. You take him deeper, your hand moving to stroke the base as your mouth works its magic. He’s close, you can feel it, his body tensing as he nears the edge.

Just as he’s about to come, you pull back, a wicked smile on your lips. He looks at you, his eyes filled with desperation and desire. “Please,” he begs, his voice rough. “I need you.”

You climb onto the bed, straddling his hips as you align yourself with him. “Not yet,” you murmur, your voice low and teasing. “I want to ride you first.”

You sink down onto him, both of you gasping at the sensation. You start to move, your hips rocking back and forth as you take him deep inside you. The pleasure is intense, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy through your body. Charles watches you, his eyes dark with desire, his hands gripping your hips as you ride him.

“You look so hot,” he groans, his voice filled with awe. “God, I love watching you like this.”

You smile, your movements quickening as you feel the pleasure building. “I love it too,” you gasp, your body trembling with need.

Just as you’re about to come, Charles flips you over, pinning you beneath him. He thrusts into you hard and fast, his hands gripping your thighs as he drives you both towards release. The pleasure is overwhelming, each thrust sending you higher and higher until you’re on the edge of ecstasy.

“You want me to get you pregnant?” he growls, his voice rough with desire.

“Yes,” you moan, your body arching beneath him. “Yes, Charles, I want it so much.”

He thrusts into you one final time, both of you crying out as you come together. The sensation is intense, your body shaking with the force of your release. When it finally subsides, you collapse against the bed, your body spent and satisfied.

Charles pulls out of you gently, his movements careful and tender. He reaches for a warm rag, cleaning you up with a soft touch. “You were amazing,” he murmurs, his voice filled with love and admiration.

You smile, your heart swelling with affection. “So were you,” you reply, your voice soft.

He finishes cleaning you up, then scoops you into his arms, carrying you to the bathroom. When you see the rose petals and warm water waiting, you can’t help but smile. “You really thought of everything,” you say, your voice filled with wonder.

Charles sets you down gently into the bath, the warm water enveloping your tired muscles and soothing your skin. The scent of the rose petals fills the air, adding to the romantic atmosphere. He slips in behind you, pulling you close so your back rests against his chest. His arms wrap around you, holding you securely.

You both sigh in contentment, the warm water and intimate setting creating a perfect moment of peace and relaxation. Charles nuzzles your neck, placing soft kisses along your shoulder.

“This was perfect,” you murmur, leaning back into him.

He tightens his hold on you slightly, his lips brushing your ear. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he whispers. “I wanted tonight to be special for you.”

You turn your head slightly, meeting his gaze. “It was more than special. It was unforgettable.”

He smiles, his eyes filled with love. “I love you,” he says softly.

“I love you too,” you reply, your heart swelling with emotion.

You rest in the bath together, enjoying the quiet intimacy of the moment. Charles’s hands gently caress your skin, his touch soothing and comforting. You close your eyes, letting yourself relax completely in his embrace.

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Warnings: Mentions of breastfeeding

summary: Christmas tree decorating with the Leclerc family

“ ok hot coco for everyone” you said as you walked into the living room where your three kids were sat around Charles as he put the tree together and put the lights on so you could start decorating.

“ Yay! “ Sicily yelled coming up to where you put the drinks down on the table.

“ careful it’s hot baby “ you said patting the top of her head before walking over to the play mat where 8 month old Remy lay on the ground, picking him up.

“ and you mister get mummy’s milk”

He looked up and gurgled up at you as you walked to sit on the couch and starting to breastfeed the boy.

You had a family tradition to always set the Christmas tree up in the first of December, you would decorate the tree together after Charles set it up and you would always have hot coco and put elf on in the background a Christmas classic.

“ papa I want to help” Sicily whined at Charles who was currently trying to get all the lights to cover every inch of the tree.

Setting the tree up and the lights was always to much stress for you and Charles had perfected it so it now became his job.

“ yes Cherie why don’t you get the tinsel from the box over there” he spoke not looking away from the tree.

The 4 year old ran over to the box picking out the tinsel then running back happily to hand it to her papa.

“ thank you baby” he leant down and kissed her head

“ once I do this we can decorate!” He exclaimed

“ yay! “ Sicily exclaimed. That’s one thing you liked about her she was always excited for anything

“ all done buddy” you soke as you felt Remy unlatch and began to burp him.

“ Indy why don’t you help your sister lay all the ornament out on the table so we are ready to start” you asked the 8 year old who sat on the couch next to you.

“ ok” she spoke getting up and they both started to unpack the ornaments

You had a lot of basic but elegant ornaments for the tree but you also liked to put on some family ornaments like ones the kids made , ornaments of their names and little foot prints or little ballarenia ornaments you liked the tree to feel homely and full of love rather than aestheticly pleasing.

You got up placing remy back down on his mat infront of the Tv and walked over to your husband.

“ looking good hunny” you said placing your hand behind his back

“ I know I’m just so talented “

“ hmm sure” you laughed

“ my own wife has turned against me , cm’on Cherie you can’t tell me this isn’t amazing” he leant down to turn the lights on and the whole tree lit up

“ this one mum” dusky shoved one of the baubles. You bent down to her level

“ ok put it on the tree baby” you whispered and pushed her forward gently as she placed it on one of the lower branches.

Charles walked over to wear Indy stood running his hand down her ponytail

“ wanna but one on Inds? “ he asked

“ ok “ she picked up one of the ballerina ornaments and put it on the tree

“ And we can’t forget you little man, you wanna help mummy put the ornaments on the tree “ you whispered picking your baby boy up. Of course you put the ornament on the tree and he just watched but it was still very exciting for him.

“ that’s my big boy” Charles bent down to pinch his chubby cheeks and then take him from your arms so you could help the girls decorate the rest of the tree.

“ no that’s ugly it dosent go there” ah the joy of sisters Indy was very unimpressed with Sicily’s decorating skills at the moment. Of course with little kids not everything can be peaceful all the time there will always be some bumps along the way.

But it’s ok because eventually the tree for decorated and it looked beautiful in its own special way. Just you, your little family and the perfect Christmas

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foreverromanticising · 2 months ago

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for a long time - ln4

three: kingston - faye webster

lando norris x fem!oc with hints of charles leclerc x fem!oc, but not for long, he's just a flirt | 4.3k words | notes: as always, i recommend u listen to the song as u read and pls as always chat to me, comment, anything u want, im dying out here not knowing what anybody thinks | prev chapter.

Summer 2022 - Monaco.

It had been a long time coming; Phoebe finally going to Monaco. She had watched Lando from afar as he made the move over from England; she spent many hours on Facetime to the boy, helping him make lists of what he would need to fill his new apartment with, offering her advice on colour schemes and what houseplants he should have, where he should keep them around his home. Despite her words of advice, the apartment still looked like it was brand new.

The walls were white with the corners of the room stuffed with cardboard boxes, his kitchen gleamed like it hadn’t ever had a home cooked meal anywhere near it, and all he had to decorate his shelves with were champagne bottles and trophies.

And a framed photo of himself and Phoebe, of course.

They were young, with their smiles lighter and Lando’s hair shorter than the length he had grown to prefer. Her head rested upon his shoulder, eyes looking upwards at his face whilst he was focussed on the barrel of the camera. It was something new, something shiny, that Phoebe had saved up multiple months’ worth of wages for him when he finally signed that Formula One contract.

She knew he would soon have everything money could buy, really he already had everything he could ever want, but she wanted something that could be his. Something that could capture the memories he would make across the world, away from her, that they could look back on together. When they took the photo, he was only just learning how to use it, how to hold it comfortably, but that wouldn’t stop him.

They were sat on a patch of grass in one of the fields near their childhood homes, wrapped up in scarves and wooly hats for there was no stopping the bitter British cold in early January and their bodies pressed tight to each other, huddled for warmth.

Lando printed the photo and kept it in a frame for safekeeping, so he could take it with him on his travels. He hadn’t ever told Phoebe, he didn’t see the need to; he didn’t bring the photo when she joined him at races so it simply never came up between them. The photo frame had gone from country to country, residing on the bedside table of whatever hotel room he found himself in, and soon it found its home on the barren bookshelf in his Monegasque apartment.

“I see you really considered my decorating advice.” Phoebe hadn’t followed up on however Lando had decorated his apartment after the first few weeks of him living there, simply assuming he had silently listened to her words. However, one quick look around his living room when she stepped in the door was enough to tell her he had only nodded along to her words to keep her quiet.

“I’m too busy for all that.” Lando huffed as he settled down both of their suitcases by the front door, watching as Phoebe slotted in perfectly to his home as she glided throughout the room.

“I gave you so many lists to follow, made it so easy for you,” Her eyes wandered, taking in how plain the front room was. “Everything’s so white, I can’t believe it.”

“Thinking about all the colour’s stressed me out, I dunno what goes with what so I just left it,” He shrugged her words off for he hadn’t ever paid much attention to how simple his home was. “It doesn’t phase me, I’ll get ‘round to it one day.”

“I feel like I’m in a hospital.” She stopped moving around the room once she felt his hands graze around her back, fingertips slipping under the strap of the tote bag slung on her shoulder as he took it into his hands.

“Yeah, alright, you’ve mentioned.” Lando rolled his eyes in an attempt to be dramatic for he knew where Phoebe was coming from; she had spent hours trying to help him curate a comfortable, new home to live in and he hadn’t done much to listen to her besides buy the couch cushions that she had sent him the link for.

“You need some fairy lights.” Phoebe grinned as she spun around, taking in the open kitchen and the expansive windows. She could only imagine what the view would be like when the sun would set and the shimmering lights of the city would come to life.

He ignored her incessant comments about his apartment and instead tangled his fingers with hers, tugging her along behind him as he offered a whistle stop tour of his new home. The kitchen and the living room could have been taken out of a property magazine, advertising apartments in Monaco, for all Phoebe cared and alongside those rooms, Lando had his bedroom and two other spare rooms.

His bedroom was exactly as Phoebe had pictured it: plain. The same white theme that flowed throughout the rest of his home had seeped into his bedroom besides his black bedsheets. There were no posters or artwork decorating his walls unlike his childhood bedroom that she had grown accustomed to seeing. There wasn’t much else to his bedroom besides an absurd pile of clothes that stretched from wall to wall of his room, covering the wooden floorboards.

Lando hardly allowed any time in his bedroom, shutting the door and ushering Phoebe out of the room and into his gaming room instead. Being organised was never a big thing for Lando, he was tidy enough and that was all that mattered to him. He wasn’t home enough to care about the state of his bedroom but he wasn’t particularly proud of showing it to Phoebe. Sure, he could’ve tidied for her but he hadn’t thought that far ahead.

“You clearly don’t have many girls around.” Phoebe hummed as her fingers danced over Lando’s keyboard in front of his streaming set up with her back to him, entirely unable to see how comically large his eyes bulged to after her words.

“Girls? Me- what’d you mean girls?” Lando sputtered out his words though he tried to maintain his composure without letting Phoebe see how shocked he had been over her question.

“The state of your room, Lan,” She laughed and spun around to face him, leaning back on his desk. “I can’t imagine many being pleased about being brought back to that.”

“I don’t bring back any girls, I dunno what you’re on about.” His words weren’t exactly a lie, not at all, he truly had never brought any girls back home to his apartment - rather, he was withholding the truth from Phoebe. He kept that side of his life private, away from her; he didn’t have any desire to have her knowing about his entirely fleeting flings with girls.

“Hm, that’s not what Charles told me,” She watched as he stepped closer to her, her breath hitching when he moved to stand between her legs with a gentle nudge of his own to make space for him.

“Yeah, they don’t come back here- security and all that shit, wouldn’t be smart.” Lando caught her eyes with his own, catching the curiosity brewing within her eyes for this was new territory for the pair. They would chat for hours on end about their dating lives, about random dates they had been asked on and regrettably went on, but he hadn’t ever dared to discuss any sort of hookups with her. The late nights spent with a girl he hardly new, tangled between sheets and bare limbs were nothing that Lando wanted to shout from the rooftops about. And if Phoebe never asked, he wasn’t going to be the one to bring it up. “And why’re you discussing my sex life with Charles? Of all people? Please, could’ve just come to the source itself, I’m right here.”

“Well, Charles was just telling word spreads fast in Monaco,” She stood still whilst Lando moved in closer towards her body, with hardly an inch of space left between them though not one of them blinked an eyelid at the lack of space for this was their norm; they liked to be close. “It’s a small city, y’know, and you’re starting to become known as the local playboy.”

“What can I say? Ladies love me, I can’t help it.” He winked at her as he spoke, which simply resulted in a gentle shove to his shoulder to push him out of the way as she walked out of the room whilst he quickly turned on his heel to follow after her.

“Don’t be gross,” Phoebe scrunched her nose in disgust, opting out of hearing about her best friend’s sex life. “Show me where I’ll be staying, now we’ve covered you’ve got no girls coming ‘round here any time soon.”

His hand stretched around her body, opening up the door behind her to the guest room and guided her into the space. He waited in the doorway, watching as she took in the room around her, with a knowing smile on his lips. After a few quiet moments passed, Phoebe spun back around to face Lando with a grin stretching from ear to ear. In that moment, Lando was eternally grateful for technology and the app on his phone that allowed him to switch on the fairy lights before he had even entered the room for nothing could compare to the utter joy that radiated off of his girl.

“You put up fairy lights?” Phoebe could only hold Lando’s eye contact for a brief moment before she looked back to the fairy lights that twinkled across the ceiling of his guest bedroom, covering each inch of the ceiling as they hung from wall to wall.

“Figured you’d be spending a lot of time here, wanted to make you feel at home,” Despite his lack of decorating throughout the rest of his apartment, Lando had made a point of stringing fairy lights for Phoebe as his priority. After that, he had almost forgotten he had an entire apartment to decorate for that didn’t particularly matter to him anymore. “Monaco can be your little home away from home, if you want it to be.”

Wordlessly, Phoebe moved to wrap her arms around his body, knocking him back a step or two with the utter force their bodies collided at. Her arms wrapped around his waist as he snaked his arm behind her head, keeping her close to his chest. It was more than enough of a thank you for him.

“I’ll take it you like them, then, yeah?” He mumbled into her hairline, to which she simply nodded in response to. The sound of nothing but a gentle sniffle could be heard from her, muffled by Lando’s chest, but there nonetheless. “It’s just some fairy lights, Pheebs, I didn’t hang the stars in here.”

“These are better.” She looked up at him with teary eyes as he simply beamed a smile back down at her.

“C’mon, enough crying over some lights, we’ve spent too long in here,” He gently swiped his thumb below her waterline, dabbing away at the tears that rested there. “Let’s grab somethin’ for lunch, whatever you’re wanting.”

“Don’t do this.” Phoebe groaned as she thought of how picking their lunch would go, the same back-and-forth continuous bickering until they found somewhere. Although, Lando simply laughed and hauled her out of the front door, into one of his Mclarens, with the promise of good food and even better tour of the city than she could imagine.

Despite the brand new city, their routine felt as though they were back in England. They had driven around Monaco whilst the sun set behind them, casting an orange glow across the city that bounced off of buildings and cars alike. Lando had a plethora of Monegasque restaurants, nightclubs, patisseries, boutiques, and bars that he intended to show Phoebe, at some point. Throughout his time in Monaco, he had started a mental list of places that reminded him of Phoebe, that he planned to show her one day.

But, perhaps, their first day together in the city wasn’t the day for Lando to drive to the other side of the city for a bakery he had found hidden between the hills. He would find the time for that eventually but for now he popped into a pizzeria a few streets away from his apartment, leaving Phoebe sat in his Mclaren as she waited for him.

The boy driving flashy cars was nothing new, she would hardly bat an eyelid when he spun the car keys around his fingertips and let the car doors open upwards rather than outwards. She had come to associate the feeling of a car coming to life below her with Lando, the adrenaline that came with a car shooting through the backroads was a feeling Lando had given her. But she had never experienced this in Monaco; a city where everybody revelled in the same glitz and glamour so Lando’s cars where nothing new. But, Lando was something new to Monaco.

Maybe, he wasn’t new to the city, not exactly. He had lived there for a year, and had visited the city for years beyond that. But, he didn’t spend a lot of time in the city, instead he was constantly travelling or opting to fly back to England, so when he was spotted in the city - as Charles had stated - the word would spread fast.

At first, Phoebe hadn’t noticed the way people would stop to snap a quick photo of the car for it was only one person, then two, and then three. She offered a small smile to everyone who would stop and duck down to peer into the window to see just who was in Lando Norris’ passenger seat.

“Didn’t know you were so popular.” Phoebe noted once Lando climbed back into the driver’s seat and passed the two pizza boxes over to her lap with a cheeky grin on his face after he had worked his way through a small crowd to reach the car.

“Yeah, fuck, I didn’t even think about this.” Lando triple checked the street before pulling out into the road, fearing another fan would pop out of nowhere as he drove. He hadn’t thought twice about simply parking on the side of the road with Phoebe in the passenger seat, hadn’t thought twice about the conversations it would spark or the excitement that would buzz from people that walked by to notice the car was Lando’s, of all the people it could’ve been. “Sorry, I didn’t think people cared that much.”

“It’s alright, just funny ’s all.” She shook her head to rid Lando of his apologies and worries for it hadn’t bothered her all too much, not enough to bother worrying Lando over.

Usually, Lando would lean towards driving the long way home if he was with Phoebe but he wanted nothing more than to lock the door of his apartment and hole away with her beside him. He would be lying if he said he had obeyed every rule of the roads as he drove home; running through a stop sign if it was clear, and maybe just slipping gently over the speed limit as he drove.

It was worth it - his dance with reckless driving - to see Phoebe completely at home, at peace, in his home. A sight he had spent months in his empty flat dreaming of, picturing her beside him.

They sat on the floor of his living room, between his couch and coffee table, with their pizzas littered across the tables in front of them and a film that Lando had let Phoebe pick playing absentmindedly in the background. She was clad in one of his Quadrant hoodies and sweatshorts, content as she listened to him ramble on about some new game he was waiting to release, desperate to get his hands on it and play with Max.

Her phone pinged, once then twice and then a third time, which disturbed the peace Lando had so carefully crafted ever since he had locked his front door behind them. She let her eyes wander over to her phone screen, for what was meant to be a quick glance, but she couldn’t help look closer once she caught the text messages displayed on her screen.

Unknown number.

Hi Phoebe, Charles here.

I hope you don’t mind, I managed to find your number

Are you still up for that tour?

Phoebe.

i don’t mind at all, just wondering how you found my number

“Who’s that?” Lando spoke through a mouthful of pizza once he noticed how Phoebe’s attention had drifted.

“Oh, it’s just Charles.” She shrugged and turned her phone to face down on the table, though it kept pinging nonetheless so there was hardly a second that passed before she picked it back up again.

Charles.

I have my ways.

So, that tour?

Phoebe.

Sounds very fun! We’ll have to organise something soon

Charles.

Look outside your balcony, chérie.

“What’s he wanting?” Lando fought the urge to scoff upon hearing Charles’ name, his curiosity peaking.

“He’s outside apparently.” Phoebe whipped her head around to the balcony doors before walking over - perhaps running, but she wasn’t proud of that, of the excitement that coursed through her veins.

“‘Course he is.” Lando muttered as he got up to follow Phoebe outside, desperate to see what was about to happen.

True to his words, Charles was leant up against his Ferrari Daytona in the street below Lando’s apartment. He offered a wave of his fingers once Phoebe leaned over the railing to look down at him, his car still to be heard revving below him.

“That tour, huh?” Charles raised his voice so he could be heard from the few floors up that Phoebe and Lando stood, watching the grin on Phoebe’s face grow.

“Give me two minutes.” Phoebe shouted back down before she scurried off back into the guest room.

Her room mirrored Lando’s after those two minutes that she promised Charles, two minutes that were more similar to ten. She kept the same hoodie on but she swapped around different pairs of sweatpants and jeans, trying to grasp the correct atmosphere before ultimately deciding on jeans. She swiped a brush through her hair before tumbling back out of the room and into Lando as he stood outside the door, waiting on her.

“My colleague? C’mon.” Lando laughed as Phoebe shoved his shoulder to shut him up, though she knew he would have something to say at some point.

“Don’t say it like that.” She groaned as she peered out of one his windows, daring to sneak another glance at Charles without him noticing.

“Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” He spoke before she would slip out of the door away from him. There was nothing he could do to stop her, nor would he ever want to, but it didn’t mean he was pleased about the prospects of Charles and Phoebe. “ Y’know, don’t be daft.”

“Nothing to be daft about, he’s just taking me ‘round Monaco.” Though, Phoebe didn’t particularly need a tour around the city after the few hours she spent with Lando but she was in no position to decline Charles’ offer.

“Yeah, that’s what you think- he’s Charles.” Lando hovered at the front door, noting the quiet differences in Phoebe’s appearance as she had changed out of pyjamas in a quick few minutes.

“He’s not gonna shag me in his ferrari, Lando, please be serious.” Phoebe rolled her eyes and laughed as she knew what Lando was insinuating though he wouldn’t say it.

“You don’t know that.” He knew that she was right, and that he was simply be dramatic.

“I do.” She hummed and slipped behind him, though she stayed in the doorway for a moment in front of him, waiting to see if he had anything else to say - offering him a moment to redeem himself.

“Have fun, yeah?” His hand covered hers on the door handle, keeping her for another moment, before she nodded and was out of his eyesight in a second.

She tried to catch her train of thoughts in the elevator down to Charles, wondering how he had managed to come across her phone number and her exact location. But, she couldn’t deny the nerves that built in her stomach and threatened to rise as butterflies.

“Thought you were leaving me stranded here.” Charles spoke once Phoebe stepped out of the foyer doors of the apartment complex, still leaning against his car with a smirk on his lips.

“Well, I was pretty much ready for bed,” Phoebe stepped towards him as he leant down to open the passenger door for her, offering a hand to help her step into the car. “You don’t give much warning.”

“Figured you’d appreciate the surprise,” Charles rounded the car in a second before sliding into the driver’s seat beside her, though he took back his words when he caught the glare she sent his way. “Maybe not, but it’s fun, no?”

“Hm, I could say scary, or stalker-ish, maybe,” She relaxed in Charles’ passenger seat, her nerves almost bubbling away with how easily the conversation flowed with him - as though they had known each other for what was barely a few days. “Still don’t know how you ended up with my number.”

“Chérie, I told you I had my ways,” Charles let his eyes flicker over to Phoebe, noting the way her hands were wringing around one another in her lap. “It was Carlos, though, he’ll kill me if he finds out you know it was him.”

“Carlos doesn’t even have my number,” Phoebe watched as Charles seamlessly switched between the gears, moving to take her hand between his and resting it on her lap. “I should be worried.”

“But you’re not?” Charles ran his thumb along her hand, only reluctantly letting go of her hand when he had to use two hands to drive.

“No, I don’t think so.” She shook her head and felt his hand squeeze hers as he pulled the car into a parking space atop one of the hills in the city, a lookout spot over the city.

“It’s the best way to see the city, up here and away from everybody else,” He turned to look at her for he had seen the view more times than he could count. “You still think New York is better?”

“I’m biased, Charles, what can I say?” She tore her eyes away from the city to focus on him, green eyes twinkling against the lights. “I’m liking Monaco, but New York is special- it’s different.”

“What’s your favourite part of Monaco, so far?” Charles leaned closer to her, unable to help the way he drifted towards her as his hand moves to settle on her thigh, a warm and heavy touch against the material of her jeans.

“I like the people here.” She could feel her breath getting caught in her throat once she noticed how handsome Charles appeared to be when he was awfully close to her. His soft, green eyes peering through fluttering lashes to look at her; he spurred an emotion within her that she couldn’t quite describe, too nervous to name the feeling.

A smile tugged on his pretty face, a smile so gentle Phoebe could practically hear it radiating off of him. His hand moved from her thigh to slide over her cheek, holding her face close to his as she leaned into his firm grip. He leant closer to her, closing whatever was left of the gas between them, sealing her lips with his. He shifted in his seat, desperate to have her closer, as he truly kissed her blind. Her hands reached for something, anything to ground herself with, and she settled on the collar of his sweatshirt to pull him infinitely closer. Charles pulled away first, reluctantly so, and Phoebe catches him smiling and staring at her once again when she finally opened her eyes.

“You have a staring problem.” Phoebe muttered, her eyes diverting from his as she felt all of a sudden shy under his watch but she revelled in the feeling of his touch nonetheless as his hand rested upon her cheek, stroking along her cheekbone gently.

“Only when it comes to you, amour.” He tutted at her words, using his grip to tilt her head back up to face him before leaning forward to clumsily press his lips back against hers, struggling to do so efficiently as he fought a smile on his face.

It was a clash of teeth and over-confidence as his hands roamed down her body, greedy as they roved across her shoulders and neck. He pulls back again but stays close, his forehead resting against hers as their breaths mixed through parted lips and heaving breathing. She giggled, breathlessly, unable to fathom what had happened in the last hour all together.

“I should take you home before..” He kissed the corner of her mouth ardently before properly pulling away for a final time and switching the engine back on. “I want to take you out properly, a nice dinner and drinks, and maybe a walk along the marina, before anything else- yeah?”

“Sounds perfect, Charles.” She leaned across the console of the car once he started driving, a final kiss pressed to his cheek. She watched the blush rise on his cheeks as they drove away from the lookout, his hand in hers as a weight to pull her back down to earth and remind her she wasn’t trapped in a dream.

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Hidden Desires - Charles Leclerc x Driver!Reader

[charles leclerc masterlist / f1 masterlist]

ʚɞ in which... driver!reader and rival!charles have sex. ʚɞ angst, smut, fluff ⋆⭒˚.⋆ 2200 words ʚɞ warnings: smut, oral (m reciveing), p in v.

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Despite Charles' protests, he couldn't deny the undeniable chemistry that crackled between you, even if he tried to brush it off with a dismissive wave of his hand. "No—we're not dating… we aren't even friends," he'd insist, his voice tinged with a hint of defiance.

You, too, would echo his sentiments with a roll of your eyes and a snort of disbelief. "As if," you'd scoff, "He's insufferable on the track, never mind off."

But beneath the facade of denial, there lingered a tension that neither of you could ignore—a tension that manifested itself in the most unexpected of moments.

As Charles watched you playfully shake the champagne bottle, his heart quickened at the sight of you drenching Max with the bubbly liquid, your laughter ringing out like music in the air. And when you turned your attention to him, a mischievous glint in your eye, he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire coursing through his veins.

The champagne dripped down your bright orange race suit, accentuating every curve and contour of your body, transforming you into an ethereal vision that left him breathless. And as he continued to celebrate alongside you, his gaze lingered on you, unable to tear himself away from the mesmerising sight before him.

In that moment, amidst the chaos of the celebration, Charles found himself captivated by you in a way he had never been before—a realisation that left him reeling with both excitement and uncertainty. And as he struggled to come to terms with the growing attraction he felt towards you, one thing became abundantly clear: denying his feelings would be futile in the face of such undeniable desire.

In the solitude of his hotel room, Charles sought refuge from the lingering echoes of celebration, the claps on the back, and the intoxicating scent of champagne that clung to his skin. A hot shower became his sanctuary, a ritual to wash away the remnants of the victorious chaos.

As the water cascaded over him, cleansing him of the night's festivities, his mind inevitably drifted to you. He couldn't shake the vivid image of your own post-celebration routine, imagining you standing under the streaming water, your naked body enveloped in warmth, relaxing after the fervour of the race and the exuberance of the victory party.

The steam from the shower blurred the line between reality and fantasy, and Charles couldn't help but envision himself in that intimate space with you. The thought stirred a longing within him, a desire that transcended the confines of the racetrack and spilled into the realm of unspoken yearning.

In the dimly lit solitude of his hotel room, Charles found himself consumed by a primal urge, his hand wrapping around his throbbing length. With slow, deliberate strokes, he imagined you, kneeling before him, your mouth agape in anticipation as he plunged into your throat.

Each imagined sensation elicited a cascade of moans and whimpers from deep within him, his body writhing with pleasure. But just as he was lost in the fervour of his fantasies, a sharp knock shattered the erotic haze.

Startled, Charles hastily draped a towel around his waist, his frustration mounting at the interruption. He swung open the door to be met by you, standing there with an air of annoyance and authority.

"Listen, Charles," you began, your tone tinged with irritation, "I understand you're excited about P2, but could you and whoever else is in there with you please keep it down?"

Confusion flickered across Charles's features as he glanced back at the empty room, then turned to face you. Unbeknownst to him, your eyes wandered appreciatively down his form as he stood before you.

"I- Well... erm," he stumbled over his words, caught off guard by your unexpected presence. “I’m alone.”

Your cheeks flushed crimson as a quiet "oh" escaped your lips, embarrassment colouring your features. "Well... erm... you're quite loud. So, shut up," you retorted, attempting to regain your composure.

A scoff escaped Charles's lips, his irritation momentarily forgotten as desire flared within him. He met your gaze with a smouldering intensity, a challenge lingering in his eyes. "Make me," he dared, his voice laced with a hint of defiance.

Raising an eyebrow, you allowed your eyes to drift downward, noting the towel that threatened to slip away with each passing moment. As it finally fell to the floor, revealing his impressive length, your breath caught in your throat.

The sight before you was captivating, igniting a fire deep within you as desire surged through your veins. Unable to tear your gaze away, you felt a rush of heat spreading through your body, anticipation pulsing in time with your heartbeat.

As the towel fell to the floor, revealing Charles's impressive length, the tension between you two skyrocketed. Your mouth hung open slightly in surprise and arousal, unable to tear your eyes away from him.

Charles, emboldened by your reaction, he pulled you closer, closing the distance between you. His gaze was intense, full of desire and a hint of challenge. Without breaking eye contact, he reached out and gently trailed his fingers along your cheek, sending shivers down your spine.

"You like what you see, Y/N?" he murmured, his voice husky with arousal.

You swallowed hard, feeling a rush of heat spreading through your body. "Maybe," you managed to reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

A wicked grin spread across Charles's face as he took another step forward, crowding your space. His hand moved from your cheek to the curve of your waist, pulling you flush against him. You could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against your stomach, sending waves of need pulsing through you.

"Tell me," he breathed against your lips, his breath hot against your skin, "do you want me to shut up?"

You struggled to find your voice, your mind clouded with desire. "Yes," you finally gasped out, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer.

With a low growl, Charles captured your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue plunging into your mouth, setting your senses on fire. The air crackled with electricity as you both lost yourselves in the heat of the moment, forgetting everything else except the raw, primal need coursing through your veins.

As the intensity of the kiss deepened, Charles's hands roamed eagerly over your body, tracing every curve and contour with a hunger that matched your own. The world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you lost in the throes of desire. He pulled you into his room, slamming his door.

With a low growl, Charles broke the kiss, his lips trailing a path of fiery kisses along your jawline and down the curve of your neck. Each touch sent shivers of pleasure coursing through you, igniting a fire that threatened to consume you both.

Desperate for more, you arched into his touch, your nails digging into his skin as you urged him closer. The heat between you was palpable, a tangible force that crackled in the air like electricity.

Sensing your need, Charles's hands drifted lower, exploring every inch of your body with a reverence that left you breathless. And when his fingers found their way to the hem of your clothing, a silent invitation passed between you, a promise of ecstasy yet to come.

With trembling hands, you allowed him to undress you, the fabric falling away to reveal the raw, unbridled beauty beneath. His gaze drank you in hungrily, his eyes dark with desire as he took in every inch of your exposed skin.

You stood before him, a vision of perfection that surpassed even his wildest fantasies. Hunger burned in his eyes as he pushed you down beside the bed, his commanding presence towering above you. With his cock mere centimetres from your awaiting mouth, he issued a harsh command.

"Do what you're good for, Y/N," he snarled, his tone dripping with arrogance, "Because it's clearly not racing."

Undeterred by his biting words, you chose to ignore his taunts, focusing instead on the task at hand. With a flick of your tongue, you traced a path along the head of his cock, then down the length of his shaft, savouring the taste of him on your lips.

Without hesitation, you took him fully into your mouth, your lips forming a tight seal around his throbbing length. As your nose brushed against his naval, a gag reflex kicked in, causing you to draw back momentarily. But before you could protest, he grasped your head firmly, guiding you back onto him with a steady pressure.

Slowly, he began to thrust into your mouth, each movement deliberate and controlled. With each deep thrust, he delved deeper into the depths of your throat, igniting a fire within you that burned with a fierce intensity.

His moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that echoed off the walls as he revelled in the ecstasy of the moment. And as he quickened his pace, becoming more forceful with each thrust, you found yourself surrendering completely to the raw, primal desire that pulsed between you.

"Fuck," he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure, "At least you've got some sort of … Sort of talent." He stumbled over his words.

With a swift motion, Charles pulled you up to your feet, his strong grip guiding you effortlessly as he spun you around and bent you over the edge of the bed. Your heart raced with anticipation as you braced yourself, your body tingling with excitement at what was to come.

Positioned behind you, Charles wasted no time in taking what he desired, his hands roaming over your exposed skin with a fervour that left you breathless. You arched your back, offering yourself up to him completely, ready to be consumed by the fire that burned between you.

Without a word, he positioned himself behind you, the head of his cock teasing your entrance with a maddening sense of anticipation. And then, with a powerful thrust, he entered you, filling you completely as he claimed you as his own.

A gasp escaped your lips as he began to move, each powerful thrust driving you closer to the edge of ecstasy. The sound of skin on skin filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that drowned out everything else as you surrendered yourself to the raw, primal need that pulsed between you.

With each thrust, he pushed you higher and higher, his movements becoming more frenzied as he chased his own release. And when it finally came, it was with a force that rocked you to your core, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you in an unstoppable tide.

Together, you lost yourselves in the heat of the moment, consumed by the passion that burned between you until, finally, you collapsed together in a tangled heap of limbs and satisfied sighs, the echoes of your ecstasy lingering in the air like a sweet, intoxicating perfume.

"Well... Erm, I'll be going. See you whene–" Before you could finish your sentence and make your exit, Charles interrupted you, his voice firm as he halted your departure, though your clothes were mostly back on.

"No, you're gonna stay in here tonight... so no one knows what we just did," he insisted, his words coming out in a rush as he struggled to maintain composure.

You couldn't help but giggle at his attempt to justify his request. "Charles Leclerc wants some after-sex kisses? From me?" you teased, a playful smirk dancing on your lips.

His cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson as he stumbled over his words, his attempts to explain himself only adding to his embarrassment. But you paid his flustered attempts no mind, instead sauntering back towards him and slipping beneath the sheets with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

Charles's embarrassment only seemed to deepen as you crawled back into bed, your playful teasing adding fuel to the fire. He struggled to find the right words, his cheeks still tinged with a rosy hue as he watched you settle in beside him.

As you nestled closer to him beneath the sheets, a comfortable silence fell between you, punctuated only by the soft sound of your breath mingling together in the quiet of the room. Despite the lingering awkwardness, there was an undeniable sense of intimacy that hung in the air, binding you together in a way that words could never quite capture.

After a moment, Charles tentatively reached out, his fingers grazing lightly along your cheek as he traced the curve of your jawline with a gentle touch. His gaze softened as he met your eyes, a silent apology lingering in the depths of his expression.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, "I didn't mean to... I just... I don't want anyone to know about us. Well not right this second."

You studied him for a moment, taking in the vulnerability etched into his features, and felt a pang of sympathy tug at your heart. Despite his bravado on the racetrack, he was just as human as anyone else, with fears and insecurities of his own.

With a soft smile, you reached out, intertwining your fingers with his as you leaned in to press a tender kiss against his lips. "It's okay," you reassured him, your voice warm with understanding, "We can keep it our little secret."

And as you settled in beside him, the weight of the day's events fading into the background, you knew that this unexpected connection was something worth holding onto, even if it meant keeping it hidden from the rest of the world at the moment.

el fin.

I feel like i always make the endings too mushy, oh wells

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dreamauri · 4 months ago

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♪ — 𝗠𝗜𝗗𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧, 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗦 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨 - five mafia! charles leclerc x wife! reader ( angst + smut ) series summary . . . after preparing your whole life to be married off to a mafia boss, you now have the difficult task of figuring out your new marriage and life, ensuring they don't turn out to be miserable.

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The paranoia settled in your bones like an ache, constant and impossible to ignore.

Max was bold—too bold. His words still echoed in your head, the quiet assurance that he would take Monaco, take Italy, take you if he wanted. And maybe that was just his ego talking, but you knew better than to dismiss him outright.

Because Max didn’t make threats. He made promises.

And if he had the confidence to stand in a room full of powerful men and all but dare them to challenge him, that meant he wasn’t worried about opposition.

That meant he had eyes on the inside.

You had spent years in this world. You knew how these things worked. Information was power, and if Max had his hands on it before you did, then Charles was at a disadvantage before the game had even begun.

You weren’t going to let that happen.

So you moved quietly.

Arthur was your first and only call, the only person you trusted with this. If Max had spies, they were woven deep within the organization—embedded where you least expected them. You needed someone sharp, someone who wouldn’t hesitate to cut out the rot before it spread.

Arthur, as always, was already a step ahead.

“Security’s got cracks,” he admitted when you met in the office later that night, leaning against the desk as he scrolled through his phone. “We’re running background checks on some of the lower-level guys again. I don’t trust the newer ones.”

You exhaled, tapping your fingers against your thigh. “It’s not just them. Someone higher up must be feeding Max information. He wouldn’t be this confident otherwise.”

Arthur’s expression hardened. “You think it’s one of our people?”

“I think it has to be.” You folded your arms, eyes scanning the dimly lit office. “We need to check everyone. Contacts, transactions, who they’re meeting with, who they’ve been speaking to. If someone so much as breathed in Max’s direction, I want to know about it.”

Arthur nodded, already making notes. “I’ll have our guys sweep for wiretaps too. Last thing we need is someone listening in.”

You sighed, the tension in your shoulders not easing in the slightest. “We need to move fast, Arthur. Max is making his move. If we don’t clean this up now, we’ll be two steps behind when it matters most.”

Arthur glanced at you then, reading the sharp edge in your voice, the unease in your eyes. For all your usual confidence, for all your ruthlessness in handling business, you were rattled.

Max had gotten to you.

And that? That made Arthur furious.

He nodded once, firm. “I’ll take care of it.”

And you knew he would. Because Arthur, unlike you, had never been close to Max. Arthur had never trusted him.

That was your mistake.

One you wouldn’t make again.

The tension had Been simmering for days, building slowly like a storm on the horizon. But now, as the door to the study slammed shut behind you, the storm finally broke.

Charles stood there, fists clenched, his face a mask of frustration and anger. His usually calm demeanor was gone, replaced by something raw and fierce.

"What the hell were you thinking?" His voice was low, but there was no mistaking the heat behind it. "You went behind my back, talked to Max of all people, and didn't tell me? I trusted you, Yn!"

You took a step back, not from fear, but because his anger was enough to make the air between you feel suffocating. "It’s not like that," you started, voice trembling with a mixture of frustration and defensiveness. "This isn’t your fight, Charles. I didn’t want to drag you into this mess—"

“Not my fight?” His voice grew louder, and you could see his jaw clenching with every word. "You’re my wife, Yn! Everything that involves you is my fight. You think I can just sit here and pretend like I don’t care? You think I didn’t notice you’ve been keeping things from me?”

Your chest tightened, but you refused to back down. "I wasn’t trying to hide it, Charles. I just— I don’t want you to get involved. Max . . . he’s dangerous. I don’t want you to get hurt because of me."

The words hung in the air, thick with emotion. Charles stared at you, eyes narrowed with a mix of hurt and anger.

"And you thought not telling me was the best way to protect me?" His voice was shaking now, his anger breaking through. "I hate that you didn’t tell me. I’ve been waiting for you to tell me, waiting for you to trust me enough to open up . . . and you didn’t." His hands balled into fists, shaking at his sides. "You should’ve told me, Yn. We should be able to trust each other with everything—everything—especially when it comes to this."

You turned your head away, your own anger building with each word he threw at you. "You don’t get it, Charles," you spat, throwing your hands up in frustration. "This isn’t just your fight. This is mine. I’ve had to deal with Max on my own for years, and I’m not about to drag you into it—especially not when you have so much at stake."

His face twisted in frustration, and before you could blink, his hands shot out, gripping your shoulders roughly. The shock of his touch sent a jolt of anger through you.

"Stop!" you shouted, trying to pull away, but he held you in place, shaking you with an intensity that made your head spin.

"No!" he yelled, his voice breaking. "This is our problem, Yn! It’s not just yours to deal with. You shouldn’t have to deal with him alone. I won’t stand by and watch you go through this by yourself."

You shook your head, the frustration bubbling over. "I can handle him, Charles. I’m more than capable of defending myself—"

Before you could finish, he cut you off, his lips crashing into yours, silencing you completely. It was rough, hard, desperate, as if the only way he could get through to you was by pressing his mouth against yours. You didn’t have time to react before he had pushed you against the wall, his body looming over yours, pressing you into the cool surface.

You gasped, trying to push him away, but his grip on your shoulders tightened, keeping you trapped in place.

"Shut up," he growled against your lips, his breath hot and frantic. "Just for once, let me help you."

His kiss deepened, more forceful, almost angry, and you could feel the weight of everything—his fear, his anger, his need for control—all of it pouring into the way he kissed you.

But all you could think about was the way Max had made you feel, how much he had gotten under your skin. It was enough to push you to shove Charles away, breaking the kiss with a breathless gasp.

"Don’t you dare," you spat, your voice shaking with the intensity of the fight. "You can’t just kiss me to shut me up, Charles. That’s not how this works."

Charles’s eyes darkened with a dangerous mix of frustration and something deeper. His lips curled into a tight smirk, but there was nothing playful about it.

“Well, fucking watch me,” he muttered, voice low and almost predatory. Before you could process his words, his mouth was on you again, more aggressive this time, as if he were trying to prove something. He kissed you hard, his lips bruising yours with the force of his anger. His hands grabbed at your waist, pulling you flush against him as he pressed you into the nearest surface, his body a solid weight against yours.

You struggled for a moment, trying to break free, but he held you with an intensity that left no room for escape. When you finally pulled away, gasping for air, you opened your mouth to speak, to tell him this wasn’t okay, that you didn’t want this right now . . . but before a single word left your lips, he snapped at you.

“Shut up,” he growled, his voice rough, and without warning, he tossed you back onto the leather couch, the impact making you grunt in surprise.

You didn’t have time to react before he was on top of you, his body pinning you down. His lips trailed down your neck, hot and demanding, and you could feel the urgency in every movement. His knee pressed firmly between your legs, and you couldn’t suppress the startled squeak that escaped you as your body jolted under him.

Charles didn’t even flinch, his lips never leaving the sensitive skin of your neck, his hands roaming as if he needed to feel every inch of you. His knee pushed against you again, and you gasped, feeling the heat and tension rise between you like wildfire.

“Charles . . .” you managed, voice shaky and breathless, but your words were drowned out by the feel of his mouth on your skin. He was relentless, moving with a possessive hunger, pressing you further into the couch, his body grinding against yours in a way that left you confused, angry, but undeniably . . . affected.

You clenched your fists against the soft leather beneath you, trying to regain some control over the situation.

“Don’t you dare,” you breathed, your voice a low warning. He ignored your warnings and proceeded to rip off your shirt anyways.

"Not tonight," he muttered against your skin, his voice thick with frustration, but his hands were still moving eagerly over your body. The fire in his eyes burned hotter, more urgent, as if he was driven by something he couldn’t control.

You struggled under him, but his grip tightened. "No," you said, trying to get a word in, but his mouth was back on you, kissing you hard and needy. He was everywhere, his body enveloping you, his hands tugging at your skirt, hastily pulling it off until you were just in your panties, exposed beneath him.

“Let me deal with this. Your problems are mine too,” Charles said, his tone almost possessive. “That’s what being husband and wife is all about. That’s the whole point of marriage.”

He kissed you again—demanding, rough. It was as if he needed to remind you of what belonged to him. His hips pressed into yours as you felt the hardness of him against your thigh. Your breath hitched as your body betrayed you, the heat between your legs growing, despite the anger bubbling in your chest.

“No,” you gasped, trying to push him off, but Charles was already lifting you, his hands gripping your thighs and hoisting you up against the wall with surprising strength. You let out a breathless gasp as the gravity pulled you downward, your body pressed against his chest with his cock teasing your entrance.

“Relax,” he murmured against your ear, his breath hot, making you shiver. "Let me take care of you."

You gripped his shoulders for balance, trying to steady yourself, but the position was making everything feel out of control. The weight of his body pressing against yours, his cock pushing just inside you with slow, deliberate thrusts. The force of him was overwhelming, and you cried out, the shock of the sudden change in position leaving you breathless.

Charles’s eyes darkened, his face flushed with desire. "You feel good, baby," he muttered, his voice hoarse. "So tight, so fucking good."

You bit your lip, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall as your body strained to adjust to the position. Gravity pushed you down onto him, each thrust deepening as you gasped, feeling him fill you completely, his thrusts getting more desperate as your body rocked against the wall.

"Charles, I—" you gasped, your words cut off by the intense rhythm, your nails digging into his shoulders as the tension in your body built. But Charles wasn’t stopping, his hips snapping into you harder, more urgently as he leaned his forehead against yours, eyes squeezed shut, the strain on his face evident.

“I’m not gonna last,” he groaned, his thrusts turning into frantic movements, pushing deeper, faster, harder.

You couldn't hold back the moan that escaped your lips as you finally gave in to the overwhelming pleasure, feeling him fill you completely as you came, your body trembling beneath his touch. His name fell from your lips in a breathless cry as you felt the heat of your orgasm crash over you.

But Charles wasn’t done yet. He continued to thrust into you, his pace growing erratic. Finally, with one last deep thrust, he came, his breath ragged as he stilled inside you.

For a moment, the room was silent except for the sound of your breaths. Then, as he pulled away slightly, still holding you against the wall, he whispered three words that shocked you to your core:

“I love you.”

You froze, your heart stuttering. His gaze was soft now, vulnerable even, and his lips barely touched yours as he whispered again, “I love you, Yn.”

Your mind went blank. He’d never said it before—never once since the day you’d become his. The vulnerability in his eyes, the sincerity in his voice, left you stunned, unable to speak for a moment.

“Say something,” he murmured, running a hand through your hair, his touch softer now, as if he feared he'd broken something inside you.

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bunnies-bubbles · 1 year ago

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Racing Hearts

Chapter Four - Veiled Affections

In the aftermath of the Monaco Grand Prix, the love between you and Charles Leclerc blossomed quietly, hidden from the prying eyes of the world. Despite the depth of your connection, the realities of the Formula 1 world compelled you to keep your relationship a closely guarded secret.

As the days passed, you found yourselves navigating the delicate balance between passion and discretion. Every stolen glance, every whispered conversation, was tinged with the thrill of secrecy, heightening the intensity of your bond.

In the dimly lit corners of the Ferrari garage, away from the glare of the spotlight, you shared tender moments with Leclerc, savoring the fleeting touches and stolen kisses. Each encounter was a precious treasure, a reminder of the forbidden nature of your love.

But as the season progressed and the pressure mounted, keeping your relationship hidden became increasingly challenging. The longing glances and subtle gestures that once went unnoticed now seemed to draw unwanted attention, threatening to expose the truth to the world.

Despite the risks, you and Leclerc remained steadfast in your commitment to each other, determined to protect your love at all costs. But as the whispers of gossip grew louder and the scrutiny of the media intensified, you couldn't help but fear the consequences of your clandestine romance.

In the quiet moments between races, you and Leclerc found solace in each other's arms, seeking refuge from the chaos of the outside world. But beneath the surface, the weight of secrecy began to take its toll, casting a shadow over your once carefree love.

And yet, amidst the uncertainty and doubt, there was a flicker of hope – a belief that no matter the obstacles you faced, your love would endure. For in the world of Formula 1, where every victory was hard-fought and every challenge met with resilience, you and Leclerc were determined to emerge triumphant, united in your shared devotion.

As you braced yourselves for the trials that lay ahead, you clung to the promise of a future where love would conquer all. And as you stole one final glance at Leclerc, a silent vow passed between you – no matter the odds, your hearts would always beat as one.

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f1girliefics · 2 months ago

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Burning Rubber, Beating Hearts

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: When Charles Leclerc joins Dancing with the Stars: Monaco as a celebrity contestant, he's way out of his element, until his dance partner helps him find his rhythm both on the floor and in his heart.

Charles Leclerc was used to speed, not steps.

He’d mastered the roar of an engine, the pressure of a tight corner, and the glittering chaos of a podium finish.

But here he was, standing in a rehearsal studio in Monte Carlo, staring at the full-length mirror and the perfectly poised dance instructor assigned as his partner for Dancing with the Stars: Monaco Edition.

You.

He recognized you, of course.

You were a professional dancer, graceful, confident, and often dazzling across televised ballroom stages.

He, on the other hand, hadn’t worn anything tighter than a race suit in his life, and the concept of “graceful” didn’t apply to his feet.

“Okay, Charles,” you said, clipboard in hand, hair swept up in a practical ponytail. “Have you ever danced before?”

“Unless awkward wedding dancing counts, no.” He grinned sheepishly.

You laughed, and the sound made something stir in him. “That’s okay. We’ve got time. And I’m very good at making race car drivers look like they know what they’re doing.”

He chuckled, trying not to stare too long. You weren’t just beautiful, you were electric.

The kind of person who moved like the world followed their rhythm.

The first week of practice was… humbling.

He stepped on your toes.

Tripped over invisible air.

Fumbled his frame.

He got frustrated but you were patient. Patient in the way that made him feel like he wasn’t failing, just learning.

“You’re used to speed,” you said one evening, as you helped him perfect a spin. “But dance isn’t about speed, it’s about trust. With your partner. With the music. With yourself.”

He glanced at your hands, still resting lightly on his waist. “That’s hard for me.”

“I understand,” you said quietly. “But you’re not doing this alone.”

Somewhere between the tango rehearsals and the late-night choreography sessions, something began to shift.

He looked forward to seeing you more than the applause of the audience. He found excuses to stay after rehearsal, to talk, to laugh, to sit next to you in the dressing room and listen to your stories about growing up dancing in small studios before making it big.

One night, after a long session, Charles caught your hand as you were leaving.

“You’re the best thing about this experience, you know,” he said softly. “Not the show. Not the dances. Just… being with you.”

Your breath hitched, and for the first time since you met, you didn’t have anything choreographed to say.

You squeezed his hand. “You’re not so bad yourself, Charles.”

When the night of the finale arrived, the entire ballroom glittered with anticipation.

The stars, the judges, the roaring crowd.

Charles, dressed in a deep red suit, stood beside you with nerves he hadn’t felt since his first F1 race.

Their final dance was a waltz.

Romantic, intimate. Just the two of you gliding across the floor as if nothing else existed.

The crowd faded. The cameras disappeared.

All he could see was you.

And when the music stopped, and the audience stood in thunderous applause, Charles didn’t think twice.

He turned to you, heart in his throat, and said, “Dance with me outside this room, too?”

You blinked, breathless from more than just the routine. “What took you so long?”

He laughed and kissed you right there, with all of Monaco watching.

The trophy sat forgotten in his apartment.

But every morning, he danced with you in the kitchen, barefoot, music low, coffee brewing in the background.

Charles Leclerc had won plenty of races in his life.

But nothing compared to winning your heart.

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tommydarlings · 22 days ago

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PATREON TEASER - Where do you think you’re going? | c.l

—★ dark!charles leclerc x reader

—★ dark, manipulation, brief mentions of killing, torturing and stalking

—★ 1k

—★ You couldn’t take it anymore, you had to run away from your dear boyfriend — but unfortunately, you didn’t make it far. (based off of this request !)

check this out: MASTERLIST | KO-FI | PATREON | CARRD

Your feet hurt as you ran out of the door and through the forest, your lungs already burning after just a few steps but you didn’t care, this was your chance.

You loved Charles, and he loved you as well… but his way of loving you has gotten out of hand.

He killed for you, tortured others without hesitating, put at least one small security camera into every room of the big mansion you just ran away from.

He was crazy, batshit crazy for you.

At first, you ignored it, you thought he was just possessive and jealous like every other guy but no… this was so much scarier.

You frantically looked around as you ran and ran and ran, trying your best not to slow down — you needed to get as far away as possible after all, that was your goal.

But then you already felt it.

One pair of big arms wrapping themselves around your waist, tackling you to the dirty and slightly wet ground, making you yelp in surprise and fear,

“No! Get off of me!“ only then you noticed that one of Charles’ men caught you, another one towering over your lying and crying figure, quickly reaching for his cell phone.

“Stay still, I don’t want to hurt you on purpose,” the one that caught you told you but you only stared at the cell phone, praying that the other man didn‘t dial your boyfriend's number.

“Sir?“ he suddenly spoke up, “Yes, we got her, she’s not hurt and we‘ll bring her back right now, don’t worry,“ and you already screamed and kicked your legs.

But it was no use against two grown men whose job was to catch you and bring you back to your lover.

COMING SOON HERE ON TUMBLR! <3

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lovrsm · 2 years ago

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ᴄʜʀɪꜱᴛᴍᴀꜱ ᴛʀᴇᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ

sum: Christmas is near the corner, remembering how in this time of the year, everything is magic with the man you love.

word count: 2.5k

pairing: charles leclerc x childhoodbsf!reader

warning: angst, overthinking and FLUFF!!

disclaimers: we’re going to pretend that in Monaco it snows, FOR THE SAKE OF THIS SILLY WRITING. Alright? I investigated what winter is like there, and it’s not even close to snowing🤕. Also, kinda wrote this like a fairy tale, I’m so in love with it wtf😭♥️

Merry Christmas to you all🫶 love you and enjoy!

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“Just being in your arms takes me back to that little farm”

Christmas was around the corner.

Or maybe in a few couple days.

In reality, it was more than a month away.

November, 1st of November, and everything turned a mix of red, white and green. The colors of your favorite time of the year.

Your hands were covered in bags, and the bags filled with presents for all of your loved ones. It was barely afternoon, but you had woken up since 6am to be at stores as quick as you could.

Every single present was planned, even if it’s one time they mentioned they wanted it, or something they’ve been dying for since forever. Your presents were always the best, and everyone knew that.

After you buyed some great amount of gift wrapping, you finally headed home.

You knew you’d take a long time to get home, holiday shopping traffic was surely starting now.

Just a day after halloween and you knew you had to make everything green and white, and hella lot of red.

The rest of the day was for yourself, your family, and for making everything festive. Changing your bedsheets from black to red. Having christmas decorations over the entrance of your house.

The only thing that was missing, was the Christmas tree.

The very thing you waited for all year long.

You weren’t sure if it was the smell, or the shape. But the journey to find the tree, that was all you needed for Christmas.

You closed your eyes, and that silly little Christmas tree farm was the only thing you pictured.

“Sweetie, it’s time to go, they’re here!” My mom screamed from downstairs.

shit

I finished drying my hair, since I had just showered. Quickly, I grabbed all the extra clothes I needed for the cold weather outside.

I rushed downstairs, grabbing a beanie I had by the door in the way.

I could see at the corner of my eye the whole place covered in a blanket of snow.

“Oh, we are ready to go now!” I heard my dad shout as I was locking the door soon a lot of footsteps.

“Took you long enough” I heads a calm voice behind me.

I turned around to see the face I’ve been missing so much. I quickly jumped into his arms. “I’ve missed you too, asshole.” I whispered in his ear. He chuckled, making my whole body shiver with excitement.

“Missed you too, you have no idea.”

I let him go, taking a good look at him. His dimples showing up, and his white pearled teeth shining at me.

I couldn’t hide my smile, he was finally here.

A honk interrupted my thinking. “Come on you two, we want to get early this year!” I heard Lorenzo screaming from his car.

We both rushed to it, my dad, mom and Pascale left in the other car. While the Leclerc’s, my brother and I traveled in this car.

“Hey y/n!” Lorenzo smiled at me through the car mirror “Sup!” Arthur gave me a wave from the co-pilot seat.

“Hi!” I responded as I settled into my seat, putting on my seat belt. Lorenzo wasn't the best driver around.

“So, how was everything both of you? Did you miss us?” My brother started a conversation.

“It’s been crazy! All I could ever imagine, it literally felt like a dream”

“Yeah, all the behind the scenes is absolutely crazy, definitely learned a lot from the team, I think white looks good on us” Arthur completed.

“But, do you know what will look even better?”

“Red!” We all said in union and laughed.

Charles had won the new Ferarri seat for the 2019 season, and we were all so proud of him.

“We all saw you at your races, y/n was the first one to wake up and put on the tv, always.” My brother, Matthias tried to tease me.

Charles turned to look at me with a grin plastered in his face.

“Okeyy, I’m a morning person, alright? What is wrong with that?” I answered normally.

Yeah, I am a morning person, but I would normally go walking on my mornings or maybe do some exercise, not stay home watching tv.

But if Charles was on it, there was no way I would miss it.

“If you say sooo” I leaned out of my seat to look at Matt, since he was on the other side of the car. Charles was in the middle.

“okay.” He quietly answered to my glare.

“Anyway, so what is the first thing you want to do when we get there?” Lorenzo asked from the pilot seat, concentrated on not crashing.

“The sleighs”

“The horses!”

“Maybe we should get the trees first” Charles said calmly, looking at the road ahead.

“Yeah, you know how quickly they buy them, we should get the best two around.” I smiled at them, and everyone nodded in agreement.

Charles was right, the biggest, greenest and beautiful trees were obviously taken as soon as possible.

Last winter we were left with not the best tree because we all got distracted doing something else.

“So, we all know the drill, right?” Arthur asked, turning to look at the three of us in the back.

I smirked, this was going to be fun.

“Maman, papa are with Pascale, I texted them. They are going to wait for you, Enzo”

And with that, we arrived to the parking lot, and thank god we found a good place to park in, I did not want to walk too much after the whole day.

We always end up exhausted.

“Everyone get their phones at maximum volume, if someone calls answer immediately!” We all agreed.

“Go go go gooo!”

I opened the door as fast as I could, and waited for Charles to get out, but in a blink of an eye he already grabbed my hand and started to run to the barns direction.

I was slowly catching to his pace.

Shit he was faster than last year.

He finally stopped at the start of the trees. “Well, we have a lot of options”

Charles was concentrated on watching every single tree in front of us, scrunching his nose in a very cute way.

“Yeah… we better go looking”

Half an hour. A whole 30 minutes we were looking for the damn trees.

All of us took this very seriously.

“Too short”

“Too tall”

“Ew, that’s ugly.”

“Never liked the ones with fake snow.”

“Not fluffy enough”

“Oh come on, there is no way an ornament will look good in that.”

Every time there was an excuse. That was until Arthur and Matthias called us saying they found the 1st one.

Then my maman and papa called right after just to say they finally found another one, the most ‘perfect’ in the place.

In the pictures they sent to us, they looked so cute and wonderful. Surely there was no complaining at all.

So the Christmas tree hunt was over. And now we could peacefully walk around the place.

Charles and I walked silently to our favorite place here, it was somewhere close to the icy and blue ice rink.

Some small open cabins were there, just so people could get somewhere to get warm, and to lit up a bonfire.

The temperatures here were no joke.

Charles and I were basically freezing, even if we had the mittens that his mom made for us last year.

I snuggled into my sweater as I waited for charles to set the bonfire.

“You cold?”

“Mhm” he laughed at my state, I always get easily cold, but that doesn’t mean I hate winter.

It’s actually the exact opposite.

“Your nose is red as a tomato.” He pinched my nose.

“Hey!” He shrugged and smiled while he gave me his white scarf. “Thanks…”

I was now hypnotized by the dancing fire, and Charles came closer, having his arm touching mine.

“I wish you could’ve come with me” He whispered.

“To your races?”

“Everywhere, I needed you there.” He sweetly smiled at me. But I hit him in his arm “ow? What was that for?” He laughed at me.

“For all the times you were reckless and almost gave me a heart attack!… but, I would’ve loved being there with you too, you know that”

He chuckled, since we were little, when he was karting I would always be there for him when he crashed or just had a bump on the way.

Always.

But now we were talking about F1, something people should not play with. Cars that go at a speed I can’t even think.

So, yeah, I obviously had my nearly death experiences while watching the tv and having Charles crashing out of nowhere.

But here he was, next to me and I could now feel his warmth.

charles pov.

Missing her is just an understatement, he needed her. Every day it passed without her was absolutely devastating.

Yeah, they texted and called often, but there was nothing like having her by his side.

At this point she’s the air he need to breathe, it was like the sun finally appearing after long rainy days.

She was the first person he called when he got into Ferrari, she was the one who he texted in the middle of the night when he couldn’t sleep.

Charles didn’t even know how much he needed her till she wasn’t by his side anymore.

How do I even tell her?

She’s at my side, peacefully watching the bonfire while I am dying inside to tell her how much se makes me feel.

“Hey…” I started, I don’t even know what Im fucking going to say.

She turned her head to look at me, and tilted her head while shining her big gorgeous eyes at me.

I gulped. She stopped the world completely by just looking at me.

“Are you ok? You look like you’ve seen a ghost” she laughed, and the ends of my lips turned upwards.

“Here, let’s go take some hot cocoa, maybe it’ll help you relax”

She stood up and offered me her hand, and I took it hesitatingly, if I don't do it now when will I do it? I can’t just not tell her.

“Oh god, you’re even paler now.” She looked a bit worried.

“Come on big boy, you will be fine, follow me”

I grunted, but she didn’t stop moving. The cold air hitting us as soon as we left the warmth of the bonfire.

“Here, with marshmallows, just how you like it Charlie.” She showed her teeth at me handing a warm cup of hot chocolate.

“Feeling better?” She placed a falling piece of her hair behind her her ear after taking a sip from her own cup.

“More than ever” I replied.

She looked directly into my eyes, god I could melt right now.

“What was it that you were saying?”

I almost choked.

“Ugh, nothing important”

“Must be, you can always count on me Charlie.” She placed her delicate hand on top of mine.

Charlie, she has called me that since we were little. My parents and hers were friends since forever, and I guess we just followed.

“I just, was thinking about when I was away. Uh, I was just thinking about this… girl.”

ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴏᴠ

I felt a sting on my chest

But that is does the mean anything, right?

“Oh” i just managed to say, I looked at my feet just so I couldn’t meet his angelic eyes.

who am I even fooling at this point?

“It’s just, I really, really want her to be more to me than she is now. I just don’t know how to tell her.”

Cool.

Cool cool cool cool cool… cool.

“I mean, I don’t know, what is she like?” I looked everywhere just to not look at him.

But I’m pretty sure he must be distracted thinking about this girl.

why am I feeling like this?

“Well” he chuckled. “She’s like, the best woman I’ve ever met. She gets me, and she’s so creative and funny and everything great in this world...”

My heart was slowly breaking by each compliment he gave her.

“…I just want her by my side.”

“Just tell her, if you feel all… this, maybe you should just tell her”

It’s the first time I’ve heard him talk about a girl like this, heck, he even called her a woman.

I finally looked up at him, just to find out he was already looking at me.

His eyes shined with that sparkling light he had. I could resist the smile creeping up my cheeks already.

“Really? I’m just afraid I’ll screw everything up.” He concluded.

“Any girl would be nuts to say no to you.”

His cheeks turned a slightly darker red. I could feel my cheeks burning already.

But I had to stop myself, this isn’t you who he is talking about.

I turned around, I need to take a breath.

“y/n…” he grabbed me by the wrist to turn me around. I met, once again, with her dreamy eyes.

“Yes?” I quietly replied.

“You know who I’m talking about, right?” He raised an eyebrow at me, and gave me a look I couldn’t quite figure out was trying to say.

I shook my head side slowly. I felt my eyes watering.

I looked around just so that he couldn’t catch my glossy eyes.

But I met with a mistletoe just over a head. I opened my mouth in awe.

I felt a shift in the ambiance, I looked back at Charles and saw him smiling showing his dimples.

He was looking at the mistletoe above us.

“I can’t, I just can’t anymore y/n.”

what?

He met my gaze and took both of my hands, I could feel them over my mittens.

“Since we were kids, there was something about you, the is something about you that has always made my heart skip a beat.”

This isn’t happening.

I could feel my mouth slowly forming a smile.

“And I’ve always thought it was normal for me to feel like this with you. But god, being away from you has been hell. I need you, I can’t conform with just texting and calling.”

“Maybe this might sound selfish, but I don’t even want to picture you with someone else who is not me. I thought it was a little crush, but heck, you make me feel this way every single time and I never get tired of it.”

I was completely speechless.

This is happening.

“It’s ok if you don’t feel the same way, but it physically hurts to not tell you how much you actually mean to me. I’d be a fool not to tell you how special you are.”

At this point I started crying.

I cupped his face in my hands.

“What i’m trying to say is… I love you. More than I’ve ever loved anyone.”

I was left with words, I’ve never been good at telling my feelings.

But I am good at showing them.

I slowly looked up at the mistletoe, and he followed my eyes.

I bit my lip. And furrowed my eyebrows asking him with signs, not words.

“Please” he quietly begged. I didn’t even had to think it twice.

I crashed my lips into his, expressing every single ounce of love I had for him. He followed.

It was the most magical night of the year.

Under the sparkling lights, bundled up in their mittens and coats, sweet dreams of holly and ribbons…

The couple finally found their way together, and their souls finally united and all their wishes came true.

Their love was blooming, and it all started in that little Christmas tree farm.

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