#chatles leclerc fic

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May I request: Charles + Do I Wanna Know by The Arctic Monkeys?

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thank you & thank you for your request 🥰 — 2.7k celebration weekend

— DO I WANNA KNOW

summary: a new city, a new hotel but still the same women tangled in his sheets– Ferrari's chosen one and Ferrari's princess in red are more than just teammates.

Do I wanna know if this feeling flows both ways? Sad to see you go, I was sort of hoping that you'd stay.

Charles stays quiet as he props himself up on his elbow and drinks into the soft mattress underneath him, the thin sheets falling down his chest to pool around his waist, the soft breeze that comes from the AC sends a quick shiver down his spine.

'Stay' the word lays thick on his tongue as he watches you climb out of the bed, his bed, the bed where just mere minutes ago the two of you were tangled up in each other, messy kissed and intertwined limbs but Charles stays quiet and like every other night, the words remain unspoken. 

He knows you won't stay after your secret rendezvous, that the first thing you do after you've come down from your high is get dressed to walk out of the room without a second thought, that the thought of wanting to stay the night never once crossed your mind– Teammates shouldn't be doing these kind of things.

But Charles wants you to stay, needs you to stay for just a little while longer, just minute to tell you exactly what he's feeling, what he wishes and what he wants..hell, you don't even have to reciprocate his thoughts and feelings, he just needs needs get it off his chest, but that proves to be easier said than done. 

You're quick on your feet, picking up the pieces of clothing you've discarded earlier, scurrying around the room to collect your belongings as if in a hurry– you need to get out, out of his bed, out of his room and if possible, out of his life but that's not an option, not as long as you're in the same team and the same sport; you truly make things worse with every time you cross that fine line between friends and lovers with your own damn teammate.

[hey-kae]

20 Minutes to Spare

Charles Leclerc imagine

Pairing: charles x female reader

Storyline: Charles is tense before the Canadian GP and reader wants to help him relax

Warnings: smut, fingering, unprotected sex, p in v, not really proofread (that’s it i think) also french translation to english is in italics.

Sidenote: I’m super proud of him for going from p19 to p5 but it’s sad so see that in his post-race interview he still seemed unsatisfied by it. I wish he would give himself some credit! Also I don’t know when a driver is required to be at the garage or if there are public bathrooms near the tracks but let’s roll with it please🥲

lmk if it’s bad. I appreciate brutally honest people!

Right between the deafening sound of cars zooming by and the nearly suffocating smell of burning rubber and motor oil, you were sat in the corner of the Ferrari garage with Charles right beside you. The amount of things happening all at the same place and the numerous people rushing around made you move your attention down to your lap where you rested your fidgety hands and to Charles’ leg bouncing anxiously beside you.

He was a little bit frustrated, nervous even, for obvious reasons. He had suffered a penalty that would force him to start today’s race from the back of the grid, what upset him considering his current standing in the championship and how crucial his every future win would be.

Sighing, you reached over and placed your hand on his forearm, finding it almost painfully stiff: a clear manifestation of how tense he was. Noticing your soft touch, he looked at you and smiled briefly before moving his arm to rest assuringly round your shoulders, pulling you closer to him and kissing your head firmly.

“Ça va bien?” Are you alright? You whispered into his ear, genuinely wanting to know if he was fine. Your eyes locked with his and you could see him calculating his response.

“Oui, cherie. Don’t worry.” He replied, further squeezing you into his side.

However, it was unmissable at what pace he was shaking his leg, making the whole bench bounce with him. Luckily, you two were its only occupants. Soon enough, you found yourself moving your hand to rest on his thigh, what surprisingly startled him, causing him to abruptly still his movement.

“Fuck.” He breathed out in frustration as you nuzzled your face into his neck, lightly pecking the skin there.

You wanted to help him relax but the idea that you had in mind wasn’t exactly applicable in such a crowded and busy environment. Plus, you were completely clueless to how much time he still had before the race.

“How much time ‘till lights out?” You asked and Charles immediately checked his watch.

“Environ 30 minutes.” About 30 minutes.

“And till you have to stay in the garage?” He moved to look at you, his eyes shining with suspicion.

“I’d say 20 minutes if i want to stay on everyone’s good side.” He smiled, “Why are you asking?”

Instead of replying, you got up and grabbed his hand, pulling him out of his seat.

“Come on.” You said and started making your way out of the garage with Charles right behind you.

By now, Charles had caught onto what you were thinking, the thought painting a small smile on his face as your hands stayed intertwined and your thumb softly caressed his skin.

You looked around you and realized you didn’t know where you were going, the realization stopping you in your place.

“Charles…” you trailed off, making him chuckle.

“Come with me.” His arm once again found its spot around your shoulders as he lead the way.

Seconds later, you found yourself entering a public bathroom that happened to be in a somewhat obscure spot so few people even used it. It was decently neat and spacious enough, with a small counter space beside its sink.

Not ideal, but it’ll have to do.

“I just thought that going back to the motorhome would look suspicious right now.” Charles explained as he locked the door and turned around to face you.

“Alors, you brought me here because…” he acted clueless, his hands on his hips as he attempted a frown. However, his knowing grin gave him away.

“Shut up, we don’t have much time.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close to you, your lips immediately crashing against his, the pace leaving him momentarily breathless. He still recovered significantly fast. His hands slid up your shirt, roaming around your body and discovering every curve as you softly bit his lower lip, causing him to groan into your mouth. You, on the other hand, didn’t have equal access to his body, given the fact that he was already in his stupidly attractive race suit, which was unreasonable since it covers every inch of his skin. It still turned you on when he wore it, no matter how much it covered up.

Your hands trailed down his body, down to his chest as you frantically searched for the zipper, struggling to pull it down, what ended up in Charles’ hands joining yours in effort of unzipping it quicker. The stupid zipper wouldn’t budge, causing Charles to pull away from the kiss to figure out what was happening.

“Fuck, it’s stuck.” He cursed as he inspected his suit. Your mind was already reeling with what this would lead to. However, you were startled by Charles’ sharp movement as he yanked at the zipper’s slider, ripping it away from the fabric, ruining the suit in the process.

“Charles…” you gasped, panicking immediately. It surprised you to see he was unfazed, pushing your back against the counter before helping you on top of it, his body snug between your parted legs.

“Fuck it, mon amour. Je n’ai pas la volonté d’arrêter ça maintenant.” I don’t have the willpower to stop this now. He responded, eyes shifting down to his very obvious bulge, implying that would be a problem if he didn’t get any relief.

“Now, let me fuck you, ma belle.” My beautiful. He mumbled against your neck, littering open mouthed kisses there as his hands fumbled with your pants, unbuttoning them and moving them down just enough. His fingers started tracing teasing shapes onto your clothed pussy as his soft assault on your neck continued. The feeling he was giving you was teasingly good, causing you just enough pleasure to keep you on edge. Your lips parted and a soft moan escaped you when his fingers pushed your panties aside and started rubbing your clit. He pulled back a little to watch your face, loving how much his slightest touch could affect you.

“Fuck, i love having you all to myself.” He bragged, pushing two fingers into you and admiring the way your eyes squeezed shut in reaction to the slight stretch.

It felt so good, too good to comprehend that he was wasting his time like this. All your could focus on was the way his fingers moved so skillfully inside of you and the sounds they were producing as he thrusted them. Finding the strength to stop this was nearly impossible, especially since the tingling sensation was starting to build up in the pit of your stomach, but as if your body was reacting on its own, your hand wrapped around his wrist, urging him to stop his actions.

“Stop this, baby. We don’t have much time left and i want you to fuck me and take all your tension out on me.” You pushed his race suit further down his body, freeing his painfully hard dick and pumping it a few time as Charles looked at you with slight surprise in his expression.

“You will be the death of me, i just know it.” He blurted before holding your panties to the side and thrusting into you all at once, causing the both of you to let out an audible gasp. He started slowly moving, his hands steadying your hips as your eyes drifted down to watch him slide in then out of you at a steady pace.

“You are so wet for me, sweetheart. Do i make you this horny?” He spoke seductively. His hand slipped into your shirt then into your bra, pinching your hardened nipple with just enough force before rubbing the sensitive skin, what left you bucking your hips to meet his thrusts, encouraging him to pick up his speed.

“Fuck, Charles.” You whimpered.

“Je crois que c’est exactement ce que tu fais en ce moment. N’est-ce pas, cherie?” I believe this is exactly what you doing right now. Isn’t it, cherie? He spoke right into your ear as pushed deeper inside of you.

You didn’t know what caused you to moan this loudly then, his words or the new, deeper spot he was hitting inside of you at an intense, consistent pace.

His hands found their way back to your hips, his hold on them tightening significantly as he started slamming into you fast and hard. Your nails clawed at his clothed back, your eyes rolling back at the pleasure your were feeling. His whimpers and breaths right by your ear were the single, most hottest sounds you had ever heard in your life.

“Fuck.” He whimpered and followed it by a moan, making you clench around him as hard as possible.

“Mon dieu, you’re so tight around me, y/n. So fucking good.” He praised, his fingers digging into your skin hard. His praise made you arch your back into him so he moved up his arms to wrap around your torso, pulling you as close to him as possible, your chest flush against his. He desperately needed the strong sense of intimacy at the moment.

The overwhelming pleasure encouraged you to relax your head into the crook of his neck, sloppily kissing the exposed skin there as he fucked the last ounce of energy out of you, one of his hands moving down to your clit to support his thrusting. You felt the surreal sensation building up fast, leaving you with little to no control over the sounds your body made.

“Oh my god, Charles. I’m close.” You moaned into him, feeling him draw soothing patterns on your back as he rubbed your clit and maintained his fast pace.

“Let go for me, baby. Let it all go.” That was all it took for you to come undone, clenching your walls so tight against his dick. You repeatedly whimpered his name as your whole body shuddered in his arms before going almost limp against his chest.

He continued moving inside of you for a few more minutes, his movements a little sloppier by the second as endless moans left escaped his lips. Your hand found its way to his hair and you tangled it in his messy brown locks, moving your fingertips against his scalp gently until you noticed his body tense up against your own, a colorful mix of italian, french and english curse words leaving his lips as you felt him finish inside of you.

Head still against his shoulder, you could hear his rushed heartbeat and shallow breaths as he came down from his orgasm. It felt good knowing that you could make him orgasm this hard.

“You’re good?” He asked you when he noticed your silence, his hands delicately gripping your shoulders and pushing you back so he can see your face. He found you smiling at him, your face glowing from your orgasm, causing him to smile himself. And fuck, he looked heavenly, hair disheveled, lips plumb, cheeks blushed and eyes sparkling with love as he took you in this state in.

“Je t’aime tellement.” I love you so much. He said, still beaming.

“Je t’aime beaucoup, Charles.” I love you so much, charles. You were quick to reply, feeling the words as you say them.

He pulled you into a hug then kissed you as he pulled out of you, making sure to grab a bunch of tissues and clean you up afterwards.

It was only as you were getting up to fix your clothes that you remembered the mishap that occurred with his suit.

“Shit, what are you gonna do about the race suit?” You asked, panicked as your eyes watched him fix his boxers and tights.

“Relax. I have spare ones in the motorhome. I’ll just grab one.” He assured you, pecking your forehead slightly before redirecting his eyes to his watch, “Luckily we have two more minutes to do so.”

You exhaled in relief as he grabbed your hand and unlocked the door, ready to go back to his job.

“So you have many race suits?” You asked innocently on your way to retrieve the previously mentioned item.

“Yes. I have like… three, i think.”

“Oh.”

“Oh? Pourquoi te demande-tu, mom amour?” Why are you asking, my love? He smirked.

“Non, c’est rien. Forget it.” No, it’s nothing.

If you told him how attractive you found the suit, he would have a field day with the information, probably inducing an excessive amount of winking while he was in his race gear.

“Y/n…” he teased.

“Fine. You look stupidly hot in it. I was wondering if you could bring one home.” You blurted up, your face heating up after the confession.

Charles beside you burst out laughing, making you blush harder.

“Arrête, s’il te plais Charles.” Stop, please Charles. You mumbled, pleading him to stop the laughter since people around you two were now watching.

“D’accord, cherie.” Okay, cherie. He gave in, trying to catch his breath, “And i’ll see what i can do about your request of bringing one home.” He winked, earning himself a playful shove on the shoulder.