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Au Pair (CL16 x Reader) Part 8

Summary: It was supposed to be a gap year, but a certain Formula One driver turned her whole world upside down..

Warnings: none :)

Word count: 2,100

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Y/n

After finally taking this much needed shower, I felt like a new human being. The talk I had with Lorelai and Pascale was good and I knew that I shouldn’t care about what other people think.

But still, that was easier said than done.

I was laying on my bed, headphones in my ears, staring at the ceiling. Yes, I liked Charles, a lot. I was more than sure that I could fall in love with him, maybe this process had even started already.

But even if his father would approve of me one day, would his fans?

Would the Formula One world, the world of prestige and PR, approve of me? And most importantly, would I be able to approve it?

I’ve never been a fan of attention, never wanted to be in the spotlight. I always kept my social media profiles private, not wanting strangers to see my pictures.

Could I live with a famous boyfriend?

The more I thought about it, the more I doubted it. I would always compare myself, would always think that Charles could find someone better than me, someone prettier. Someone who understood the world he lived in. I sighed.

Was it worth it? Was he worth it?

Worth the struggles of always being watched, always being judged?

Was he worth the potential heartbreak?

I had to chuckle, when I heard that Maisie Peters, one of my favourite artists, just sang what I thought:

If it’s gonna hurt, will it be worth it and will I recover? Are you gonna feel the way I feel?

I decided that I did enough overthinking and turned around to lay on my stomach to did what I should’ve done weeks ago. I called my best friend.

I told her about everything that happened, told her about Charles, about our late night drive around the track.

I told her about his beautiful dimples and his soft, brown hair. About his accent which drove me crazy.

I told her about what he’s doing for a living and was surprised when she told me that she knew him and that she thinks that he’s the hottest driver in the current grid, which made me laugh.

I told her about his father and the way he thinks about people who don’t have millions on their bank accounts.

Finally, I told her about my doubts.

“Y/n, you’re always doing this. You meet a nice guy, you’re head over heels for a short time and after the tiniest incident you overthink everything. I love you, you know that, but you will never get to the really good part of a relationship if you stick to those habits”.

I sighed, simply because she was right.

“Charles sounds like a really great guy and even if he wouldn’t be, you have to stick to him. Otherwise I’ll never meet Lewis Hamilton”.

I rolled my eyes and laughed. I looked at my door after hearing a knock and turned to the camera. “I have to go, sorry. It was so nice to talk to you, love you”, I said before I hung up.

“Come in”, I mumbled as the door opened and Etta walked in. “Are you still sad?” she asked and I had to smile, simply because of how adorable she was. I stood up and made a step towards her. “No, I’m not. We can do something if you want”, I said and she beamed at me.

“Maman bought me some soap bubbles but she said that I’m not allowed to blow them in the house”, she said and looked at her shoes. I took her hand. “Let’s go outside, then”.

Etta convinced me to blow the soap bubbles on our way to the playground, since she wanted to go on the swing.

She swirled around me like a helicopter, not wanting to pop the bubbles I made since she said they were too beautiful.

I grabbed her arm, as we crossed the street.

“Etta, love, you have to be careful here”, I said. Especially in Monaco the streets were full with fast cars and when she was in her dream world, she couldn’t care less about it.

Just in that moment a black Ferrari passed us, faster than the speed limit allowed him. “I like Ferrari’s”, Etta stated and I smirked. “Me too, little one. Me too”.

Charles

I didn’t care about any speed limits, that’s how badly I wanted to talk to y/n. I turned around the corner to her street when I saw a little girl standing on the sidewalk. I slowed down a little, realizing how fast I was going. I looked at the girl who was standing next to her and almost hit the brake immediately.

“Y/n!” I yelled as I got out of the car, heading to her and the little girl after they crossed the street. Y/n turned around, frowning.

“Charles, what are you doing here?” she asked, closing the little bottle of what I assumed were soap bottles in her hand.

“I need to talk to you”, I said and noticed that the little girl next to her was looking at me with big eyes.

“Are you Charles Leclerc?” she asked and I smiled while kneeling down to her. “Yes, I am”, I said and she blushed. “I like you”, she said quietly and y/n chuckled.

“Can he come to the playground with us?” she asked and y/n looked at me. “I’d love to”, I whispered and she breathed in heavily, before she nodded. “I’m Etta”, the little girl said and beamed from one ear to the other. “Nice to meet you, Etta”, I said and she blushed again.

While we made our way to the playground I couldn’t help but glaring at y/n, who was busy creating soap bubbles so that Etta could ran after them. Once we arrived at the playground I quickly realized that there was no way to talk to y/n in private.

After what felt like hours I was hoping that maybe Etta would get tired, but I was wrong once more.

She headed towards me with big eyes after y/n pushed her a on the swing.

“Can we play Ferrari?” she asked and I laughed, while looking at y/n.

“I’d love to, but I’m afraid I don’t know how to play that game”, I said and y/n chuckled.

“You have to take her on your shoulders and just run around. Preferably while making race car sounds”, she said and smirked.

“You’re kidding right?” I whispered but she shook her head.

“You know what a race car sounds like, right?” she asked and I sticked out my tongue before throwing Etta over my shoulders.

She shrieked and laughed, while I started running around the playground. Sometimes I slowed down, making noises like a F1 car during braking and then started to go faster again. I had to smile, simply because of the adorable sounds Etta made. “Faster, Charlie!” she screamed and I chuckled.

After a few rounds I made a halt in front of y/n, who was sitting on a bench, watching our game.

“That was so much fun!” Etta shrieked and wrapped her arms around my leg after I let her down. I laughed and looked at y/n, who looked at the little girl.

“It’s starting to get dark, I think we should get going”, she said and Etta nodded, grabbing y/n’s hand.

Y/n

I didn’t exactly know when Etta decided that she was tired, and when Charles said that he would carry her home. She was asleep when we arrived at the house, head resting on his shoulder. I tried to suppress the warm feeling that rushed through my body, but I couldn’t help it.

He was perfect with her.

I opened the door and we were just about to walk up the stairs to Etta’s room when Lorelai arrived in the hallway. “Oh, I thought I heard you- Charles!” she said and laughed, when she saw her daughter sleeping on the shoulders of the Formula One driver.

“She’s completely exhausted”, I told her and she chuckled, taking her from Charles. “I’ll get her to bed”, she said and winked at me before she left.

It was quiet for a while, before Charles finally started talking. “Can we please talk?” he asked and I tilted my head, not looking at him. I knew exactly what would happen if I allow him to come to my room, my uterus wasn’t to trust. I sighed.

“Okay, but not in my room”, I answered and he chuckled.

We went through the living room, over the patio to the garden, where we sat down in the Hollywood swing. The sun was about to set and really, this setting was so romantic it could’ve come straight out of a movie.

“You’re so cute with her”, Charles said and I smiled. “She makes it easy for me, she’s a sweetheart”, I whispered.

“So, I heard you talked to my mother today?” Charles asked and chuckled a little.

“Yeah, sorry about that. She was here when I came home and since Lorelai wanted to know what was going on I told them what happened”.

“I’m glad you talked to her. I know that Maman has a special ability for listening”, Charles smiled and I nodded.

“She’s great, really”, I admitted.

“Also, if you wouldn’t have told her everything, she wouldn’t have talked to my father”, Charles said and I breathed in.

“Did they have a fight? I don’t want to be responsible for-“

“The talk they had was long overdue. It wasn’t a proper fight, they’re good now. Actually, better than good. Maman finally was able to talk to him about his behaviour during the past months.”

I frowned, unable to believe that Hervé would let anybody tell him something concerning his behaviour. “Really, and how did he take that?” I scoffed.

“Actually-“, Charles started and turned to me a bit more. “He took it very well”, he stated and I frowned.

“He apologized to me. Not only for his behaviour this morning, but also for the whole situation with Julia. He apologized for how he treated me in this past months, that he couldn’t think about anything else but me signing with Ferrari.”

I smiled at him, glad that he was able to have a proper talk with his father.

“I’m glad, Charles. His behaviour really was crappy and it’s good that he realized that.”

“He also apologized for his behaviour towards you. Actually, he would like to apologize personally and invited you for dinner”, Charles closed and my eyes widened.

“Y/n, my family would love to meet you properly. We don’t have to play that cat and mouse game anymore”, he said and looked at me, eyes full of hope.

“I was thinking a lot about this whole situation today”, I started and Charles sighed.

“What?” I turned to him and chuckled.

“It’s usually never good if you think too much”, he said and I laughed.

“Well, I had to, didn’t I? Charles I meant what I said earlier. Even if you parents approve of me, which I appreciate, really, there are so many other people who wouldn’t. I just don’t know if I could live with all this judgement all the time. I don’t even know if I could live with being in the spotlight so much.” “But y/n, you don’t have to be in the spotlight. Actually, I appreciate if you don’t want me to show you around. Julia certainly gave me enough of that. Not all girlfriends of the drivers are famous.”

I smiled at him. “Charles, you didn’t let me finish”, I said and he pressed his lips together.

“As I said, I don’t know if I can handle all of that. I don’t know if I could live a life like that. But I don’t have a choice anymore.”

He frowned and looked at me.

“My heart already told me what to do, Charles. I want to be with you and somehow I think that you will be worth it all.”

Charles face started to light up.

“Really?” he almost whispered and I nodded. He laughed, as if he was relieved.

“My god, you gave me a proper heart attack here”, he said and cupped my face into his hands.

“Cherie, I know that it is scary. But I promise I will do anything to make you feel comfortable. I will never drag you to do something you don’t want, and I will defend you every time someone says something bad. I know that I can’t protect you from those people, but I will try my best, I promise”.

With that he pressed his lips on mine. I breathed in, leaning myself towards him.

It only needed one kiss for me to realize, that I wouldn’t regret this.

A/n: So that's part 8! :) I'm not entirely sure how many parts will come but we're not far away from the end now I think :) Also thank you so so much for 200 followers! I can't believe it and I really could cry thinking about it. I love you all so much, this means the world to me <3

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Au Pair (CL16 x Reader) Part 7

Summary: It was supposed to be a gap year, but a certain Formula One driver turned her whole world upside down..

Warnings: maybe a little angsty? Idk

Word count: ~2,200

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

A/n: I am still in delulus, I can't believe he finally won his home race <3

Y/n

Desperate for a shower and some comfy clothes I closed the front door and stepped into the house. My skin was wet from all the tears who I couldn’t stop from falling down my face.

It wasn’t just the whole situation with Charles. It was also how his father spoke about me. Never in my life have I felt this worthless. As if I was a nothing, somebody who people could treat like dirt.

I sniffed before I heard little footsteps approaching me.

“Y/n, there you are! I was waiting for you because I wanted to show you-“ Etta started but her eyes grew wide as she saw me.

“Why do you look so sad?” she asked quietly and I just wanted to cry again.

The way she looked at me, blonde curls wild all over her head, her blue eyes full of worry. I got on my knees to look at her and wrapped my arms around her.

“Everything’s okay my little one. I just had a really exhausting night and couldn’t sleep well, that’s all”, I said and Etta furrowed her eyebrows. “Do you want a tea?” she asked and I chuckled. “I would love a tea, let me go upstairs and change into something comfier first, okay?” I asked and Etta quickly nodded, running into the kitchen.

Without taking a shower I returned to the kitchen, wearing some sweatpants and a hoodie. I didn’t want Etta to wait even longer for me.

I stopped when I heard voices from the kitchen.

“Do you know what her favourite tea is?” I heard Etta ask and her mother answered. “I think she likes this one”, she answered and I had to smile. I was hoping that Lorelai wasn’t here, didn’t want to explain what happened last night, but she was like a mother for me in the past few weeks and I knew that I could trust her.

I stepped into the kitchen, stopping once again when I saw Etta, Lorelai and another woman with blonde long hair.

I didn’t have to see her face to see that it was Pascale Leclerc, Charles mother.

I gulped, thinking if I should just turn around as long as nobody had seen me.

“Y/n! You’re tea is almost ready!” Etta stated and I sighed. Lorelai and Pascale turned around, their faces dropping when they saw me.

“Honey! What happened to you?” Lorelai gasped and headed towards me, cupping my face in her hands. I sniffled once again, knowing that I would start crying again. I didn’t want to, obviously, but the way she looked at me made me weak.

“I- I’m so sorry”, I said with a trembling voice and Lorelai frowned. “What are you sorry for, honey?” she asked but I couldn’t answer, since Pascale came up to me. She and Lorelai exchanged a quick look before Pascale started speaking.

“I’m afraid you already had the great pleasure of meeting my husband this morning, hm?” she asked and took me in her arms.

It was embarrassing, really. Me crying on the shoulder of a woman who happens to be the mother of the guy I just had sex with. “Ssh, honey it’s alright”, Pascale mumbled and led me to the kitchen table. Etta placed a cup of tea in front of me and frowned.

“Maman, why is y/n crying so much?” she asked and Lorelai smiled at her lightly. “Y/n just had a very rough night, sweetheart. Hey, why don’t you go to Papa’s office and ask him if he wants to play with you?” she asked and Etta nodded before she headed out of the kitchen.

I grabbed the cup, hoping it would warm my hands a little.

“Y/n, you can talk to us, really. What happened?” Lorelai started and I sighed, finally starting to talk about everything that happened during the past weeks.

“I can’t believe he would say something like this”, Pascale sighed, shaking her head.

I felt terrible, being the person to tell her how her husband treated other people. But she wanted to know, didn’t she?

“I mean, I wasn’t exactly supposed to hear what he said, I-“ “Y/n, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that he said those things. I can’t apologize enough”, Pascale said and I gave her a light smile. “You don’t have to apologize”, I whispered, finally being able to swallow the lump in my throat.

“I’m going to talk to him, that’s for sure!” she stated and I looked at my hands. “He can’t walk around and screw around with our son´s relationship!” she added, angry.

Now I was able to talk.

“Pascale, I really appreciate this and yes he has to know that this behaviour is not right, but it won’t change anything between me and Charles”, I said carefully, the two women looking at me with furrowed eyebrows.

“It’s not just Hervé. A lot of people in Monaco would never approve of me and Charles. He has to focus now that he got the seat at Ferrari and he needs good publicity. He surely won’t get it with a girl like me”. I almost whispered the last part, fidgeting with my hands.

“That’s exactly what I said so many years ago, when I met Charles father”, Pascale said with a smile and Lorelai chuckled. “Me too when I met Richard. I was just a maid in the house of his uncle when I met him”, she said.

My eyes widened, she never told me how she had met her husband. Lorelai smiled.

“One night he picked me up from work and we drove to Nice, watching the sunset and eating pizza straight out of the box. If his uncle would have known, he would have fired me straight away. One day we were sick of hiding so we told him everything and to our surprise, he had nothing against it. He said that everybody had to start somewhere, and he was right, wasn’t he?” Lorelai closed her little speech and I tilted my head.

“Did nobody ever say something bad about you?” I asked and she chuckled. “Honey, people will always talk. You can never be enough for everybody, but the most important thing is that you are yourself. Of course people said that I only dated Richard for his money. And yes, I have to thank Richard for the life I have now. But I built my own company, worked myself up in Monaco and here I am. Don’t let anybody tell you who you are, y/n and don’t let anybody tell you who you like”.

I couldn’t help but smile and I felt the urge to hug her. I stood up, walked around the table and wrapped my arms around her. “Thank you”, I whispered in her ear.

“Oh, and if that wasn’t clear, I totally approve of you and Charles. I haven’t seen him this happy in a long time”, Pascale said with a smile.

Charles

To say that I was angry would have been an understatement. I was furious, and since I couldn’t let all my anger out on my father, I had to find another way.

That’s how I found myself boxing the poor punching bag in the gym. I punched and hit it as long as I could before I breathed heavily and leaned against the wall, feeling exhausted as ever.

Unfortunately, it didn’t help.

I had to talk to someone, and I wanted this someone to be my father, but I knew that it was too early. We were both stubborn and I had to give him at least a day to calm down. But I knew I could talk to my mother.

After taking a long shower, mostly to get a clear head, I drove to my parents house. As I walked into the living room, I stopped, hearing my parents arguing loudly. I frowned.

I never heard my parents argue like that.

“How dare you talk about this girl like that in front of him! How dare you talk about anyone like that! She just finished her degree, she’s just finding herself! She is such a sweet girl, hardworking and most importantly, she makes our son happy! If you would only consider to take a look at him you would notice that! But no, everything’s about racing, everything’s about Ferrari! Yes, he is a Formula One driver but before that, he is our son!”

I stood there, pressed against the wall so that they couldn’t see me. I pressed my lips together, too afraid to make a sound, fuck, even too afraid to breath. How did my mother even know what he said to y/n earlier?

“You don’t even know this girl. How do you know that she’s not just using him for her own needs, using him for his money and his fame?” my father asked and Maman scoffed.

“Do you know who used him for his fame? Julia! The girl you set him up with! The girl who cheated on him with one of his best friends! She-“ My father interrupted her. “Wait, what?” he asked.

“She cheated on him. He broke up with her because she caught them, a week ago. If you would just talk to him, or at least ask, you would’ve known”.

He went quiet and I frowned. My father usually always wanted to have the last word.

“Pascale why didn’t you tell me?” he asked and Maman sighed.

“Because you are so difficult at the moment!” I heard her sitting down on the couch.

“I barely get to talk to you because you’re always in your office, always working. When you’re not working you’re talking about work. Hervé, I’m tired of it. Charles is tired of it. Enzo and Arthur are tired of it”. Her voice was trembling and I flinched, not wanting her to cry.

Suddenly, I felt like an intruder. I shouldn’t listen to this, this was obviously a conversation they should’ve had months ago. But I’ve already heard too much and now I was curious, so I stayed.

“I’m sorry that I worked my ass off to provide for you and our family! I always wanted the best for all of you, and look what it brought us! Charles is living his dream, now driving for Ferrari! Isn’t this amazing?”

Pascale sighed again.

“Mon Coeur, it is amazing. And I’m sure Charles would be extremely happy, but I think right now he can’t fully enjoy it because he can’t celebrate it with the girl he likes. I am so thankful for everything you have done for all of us, and I know that our boys are as grateful, but not everything is about money and racing”, Maman said and I peaked around the corner to see that my father kneeled down in front of her, cupping her face in his hands.

“I love you, Mon Ange, and I’m sorry that you had to worry so much because of me. I feel terrible”, he said and if I wouldn’t have seen if with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it.

All of a sudden, my father looked.. human? Not at all like the strict business man some people where scared of, no. A man who just realized how he treated the people around him during the past years, even people who were most important to him. I was stunned. Of course I knew what kind of an impact my mother could have on him, but this was incomparable.

“I accused Charles of cheating, earlier. I didn’t even let him explain himself”, he said quietly and I felt a lump building in my throat. “I said terrible things”, he added and Maman caressed his cheek.

“Talk to him, he will forgive you. He always will”, she smiled and Papa gave her a kiss on her cheek. “Je’taime”, he mumbled which warmed my heart.

I quickly walked back to the front door, acting as if I would just come home.

“Maman?” I asked and went into the living room, where my father was now standing again. I frowned.

“Is everything okay?” I asked, obviously knowing what was going on.

My father cleared his throat. “Charles, can we speak for a moment?” he asked and I nodded, looking at my mother who smiled. “I’ll be in the kitchen”, she said and kissed my cheek before leaving the room.

I should’ve recorded the conversation between me and Papa, otherwise nobody would’ve believed me.

He apologized to me, told me that he’s sorry about what happened with Julia and that he set us up.

But the most important thing was, what he said after.

“Maybe your girlfriend would like to come to dinner one time? I think I have to apologize to her, too”. I pulled him into a hug and smiled.

“Thanks, Papa. But we haven’t actually talked about the whole girlfriend boyfriend thing-“

“Mon Dieu, Charles, if you tell me now that all this fuss was because of a girl who isn’t even your girlfriend-“

We were both interrupted by Maman. “Don’t forget that all of this was necessary, not only because of y/n!" I turned around and saw her approaching us.

"I had coffee with Lorelai this morning when y/n came home. I hope it's okay that I had an open ear for her, but she was so sad", she said and I looked down.

"Go, talk to her", Papa said and Maman smiled lightly. "Thank you", I said and kissed both of them goodbye, before leaving the house.

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✧.* GOOD GIRL

synopsis- Charles fucks you infront of a mirror and calls you good girl which has an effect on you (Charles leclerc x f!reader)

before you read- smut warning, minors dni!! If you like it, please reblog and follow! I’m new here and would appreciate the support. Thanks! :)

The bedroom was cast in the soft glow of candlelight, the flickering flames casting dancing shadows on the walls. You and Charles had always shared an intense passion, but tonight, there was a different kind of energy between you—a raw, untamed desire that crackled in the air like a live wire.

Charles stood behind you, his strong hands gripping your hips as you bent forward, your palms pressed against the cool surface of the dresser. The large mirror in front of you reflected the scene, giving you a clear view of your entwined bodies. Your eyes were half-lidded with pleasure, your lips parted in a silent moan as Charles thrust into you with a rhythm that was both relentless and perfectly controlled.

His movements were powerful, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy coursing through your body. You felt yourself growing closer and closer to the edge, every nerve ending alight with sensation. Charles’s grip tightened on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pounded into you with increasing intensity.

“Tu es si belle,” (you are so beautiful) he murmured, his voice dripping with lust as he watched you in the mirror. “Regarde-toi. Regarde ce que tu me fais.” (Look at yourself. Look at what you're doing to me)

Your breath hitched at his words, the eroticism of the moment heightened by his intense gaze. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the reflection, the sight of Charles dominating you, your bodies moving in perfect synchronicity. Sweat aligned his muscular body, his chest red from the thrusting and pleasure, his hair falling into his forehead. It was like a scene straight out of a porno and it had you whimpering softly.

Suddenly, he delivered a sharp slap to your ass, the sound echoing through the room and sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. You cried out, your body arching in response to the delicious sting. Charles’s hand then tangled in your hair, pulling your head back so you could see his reflection in the mirror.

You whined in protest when he paused, your body aching for more. “Push yourself back on me,” he commanded, his voice a low growl.

Your eyes widened in the mirror, your expression one of confusion and desire. “What?” you panted, your breath coming in short gasps.

“Push yourself back on me,” Charles repeated, his grip on your hair tightening slightly.

Tentatively, you began to move, pushing your hips back against him. The sensation was different, but incredibly arousing. You watched yourself in the mirror, your movements becoming more confident as you followed his instruction.

“Yeah… just like that… good girl,” Charles praised, his voice filled with approval.

A shiver ran down your spine at his words, your body responding with a newfound eagerness. You pushed back against him with more force, your eyes locked on his in the mirror. There was something intoxicating about the way he watched you, his gaze filled with a mix of lust and admiration.

“Like this?” you asked breathlessly, your voice barely more than a whisper.

Charles’s eyes darkened with desire as he watched you. “Yeah, just like that… good girl,” he repeated, his voice shaky with need.

The praise seemed to ignite something within you, and you found yourself moving with more urgency, more desperation. Each time he called you a good girl, you felt a rush of pleasure that made you push back harder, seeking more of the sweet agony.

Charles noticed the effect his words had on you, a smug smile playing on his lips. He began to call you that more frequently, his voice a constant murmur of encouragement and praise. “Good girl… you’re doing so well… keep going…Mon amour”

Your body was on fire, every nerve ending ablaze with sensation. You could feel yourself teetering on the edge of release, the intensity of your coupling pushing you closer and closer to the brink.

With one final, powerful thrust, Charles sent you over the edge, your body convulsing with the force of your orgasm. You cried out, your voice echoing through the room as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you.

Charles followed you into the abyss, his own release tearing through him as he held you close, your bodies locked together in a moment of perfect unity. You collapsed onto the nearby bed, your limbs entwined, hearts pounding in sync.

Breathless and sated, you lay together in a tangle of limbs, the room filled with the heady scent of your passion. Your head rested on Charles’s chest, the rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing soothing you.

“You’re amazing,” Charles mumbled into your hair, his voice lazy and content. “Mon chérie, you were incredible.”

You smiled, your eyelids heavy as you nuzzled closer to him. “You too,” you whispered, your words barely audible against the blanket. “So good.”

Charles reached over to the nightstand, grabbing his water bottle. “Here, drink some,” he murmured, holding it to your lips.

You took a few sips, the cool water refreshing you. “Thank you,” you said softly, your voice a sleepy murmur.

Charles placed the bottle back on the nightstand after taking a sip or two himself and then wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. “I loved watching you in the mirror,” he said, his words muffled against the blanket. “Seeing you like that… it was something else.”

“Mmm,” you agreed, your eyes fluttering closed. “It was really hot.”

Charles’s fingers traced lazy patterns on your back. “We should do it again sometime,” he suggested, a hint of a smile in his voice.

You chuckled softly. “Definitely,” you agreed, your voice filled with warmth and affection.

As you drifted off to sleep, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you, wrapped in the afterglow of your passion. Your hearts beating in perfect harmony.

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✧.* A REWARD FOR THE CHAMP

synopsis- you give Charles the perfect end to an unforgettable night (Charles leclerc x f!reader)

before you read- 18+ only, contains smut (oral, f receiving and m receiving and p in v) If you enjoy, pls reblog and follow! I'm a new writer and appreciate your support. :)

The sun was setting over the picturesque streets of Monaco, casting a golden hue over the harbour and the cheering crowds. Charles Leclerc had just achieved a lifelong dream and had broke the curse: winning the Monaco Grand Prix. The roar of the crowd and the national anthem still echoed in his ears as he made his way through the paddock, a broad grin never leaving his face.

In the team’s hospitality suite, his friends and fellow drivers gathered around, the celebratory mood infectious. Carlos Sainz, his teammate, was the first to embrace him, a proud grin on his face.

“You did it, mate! you’re a legend,” Carlos said, slapping Charles on the back.

Charles laughed, shaking his head. “I know, I know. I feel like I’m dreaming.”

Max Verstappen, always competitive but genuinely happy for his friend, raised his glass in a toast. “To Charles, for making us all look slow on his home turf.”

Laughter rippled through the group, and Charles clinked glasses with his friends, basking in the moment. “Merci, les gars. Tonight, we celebrate!” (Thank you, guys)

As the evening wore on, the drivers slowly began to disperse, some heading back to their hotels, others to after-parties. Charles stayed a bit longer, enjoying the camaraderie, but his thoughts were already drifting to you. He knew you were waiting for him, and the thought of seeing you made his heart race faster than the last lap of the race.

“Heading home, champ?” Arthur asked, raising an eyebrow knowingly.

Charles nodded, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. “Yeah, I have someone special waiting for me.”

Arthur chuckled. “Well, definitely don’t keep her waiting. Enjoy your night, Charles.”

With a final wave to his friends, Charles made his way out of the suite, the thrill of victory still coursing through his veins. The drive home was a blur, the familiar streets of Monaco rushing past until he finally pulled into the driveway of your shared apartment.

He opened the door quietly, stepping inside to find you waiting in the living room, a smile lighting up your face as soon as you saw him. You stood, crossing the room to wrap your arms around him, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Félicitations, mon amour,” you whispered, your eyes sparkling with pride.

Charles held you close, his hands resting on your hips. “Merci, chérie. I couldn’t wait to get home to you.”

You smiled, taking his hand and leading him towards the couch. “I have a special celebration planned for you.”

His eyebrows rose in curiosity, but he followed without question. You gently pushed him to sit on the couch, your fingers working deftly to unbutton his shirt. He watched you, his breath hitching as you slid the fabric off his shoulders, revealing the toned muscles beneath.

“You’ve worked so hard for this,” you murmured, pressing kisses to his chest. “Tonight, let me take care of you.”

Charles’ eyes darkened with desire as he leaned back, watching you. “Je suis tout à toi,” (I’m all yours) he whispered, his voice husky. “Always so good to me”

Your cheeks flushed at his words, the heat pooling between your legs as you knelt before him, your hands trailing down his chest to the waistband of his pants. He watched you, anticipation clear in his gaze.

“Let me show you how proud I am,” you whispered, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. You freed him from the confines of his boxers, his erection springing free. He was already hard, his desire for you evident. His tip already leaking with pre cum.

Charles groaned as you wrapped your hand around him, giving a few slow, teasing strokes. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”

You smiled, your tongue darting out to lick the tip, tasting the salty essence of him. “Good,” you murmured, before taking him into your mouth.

His hips jerked involuntarily as you sucked him in deeper, your tongue swirling around him. You set a slow, torturous pace, wanting to savour every moment, every sound he made. Charles’ hands found their way to your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he guided your movements. His chest was already flushed, sweat pooling around his muscles. He looked like a dream.

“Mon Dieu,” (my God) he breathed, his voice thick with pleasure. “You’re amazing.”

His praise spurred you on, and you took him deeper, your cheeks hollowing as you sucked harder. His hips bucked, and you moaned around him, the vibration making him curse softly in French.

“Do you like that, Charles? Do you like how I make you feel?” you asked, pulling back slightly to stroke him with your hand.

“Oui, je t’adore,” (yes, I love it) he murmured. “I love it, I love you.”

You took him back into your mouth, increasing the pace. Charles’ breathing grew heavier, his grip on your hair tightening as he guided your movements. You felt him start to tense, his muscles coiling in anticipation of release.

“Mon amour, I’m close,” he warned, his voice strained with need.

You didn’t slow down, wanting to bring him the same intense pleasure he’d given you. His hips began to move in time with your motions, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Just like that,” he groaned, his voice rough. “You’re perfect.”

With a final, deep thrust, he came undone, spilling into your mouth with a guttural moan. You swallowed every drop, savouring the taste of him as he shuddered beneath you.

When he finally caught his breath, he pulled you up into a searing kiss, tasting himself on your lips. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, his hands caressing your back.

You smiled against his lips, your heart swelling with love. “Anything for you, Charles.”

He pulled you closer, his hands roaming over your body, as if memorising every curve, every inch of you. “Let me show you how much I appreciate you,” you whispered after a few minutes of kissing, once you knew he was undoubtedly getting hard for you again.

You wasted no time stripping off your clothes, the heat between you both too intense to ignore. You pushed him down onto the couch and straddled his hips, sinking down onto him with a gasp. The sensation of him filling you completely made your head spin, a soft moan escaping your lips.

Charles’ hands found your waist, steadying you as you began to move, rocking your hips against him. His eyes were locked on yours, his gaze filled with raw desire and adoration.

“C’est ça… tu te sens bien, n’est-ce pas?” (That's it... you feel good, don't you?) he murmured, his voice low and encouraging.

“Oui, Charles,” you gasped, your movements growing more frantic as you chased your release. “You’re so deep.”

“You’re being so good for me,” he praised, his grip tightening on your hips. “Is this your gift to me, yeah?”

“Oui, it’s all for you,” you whimpered, your hands resting on his flushed chest for support.

His hand slid from your hip to your thigh, encouraging you to move faster. “That’s right… use me… get yourself off.”

The intensity of his gaze, the feel of his hands on your skin, it all combined to drive you higher and higher until you were teetering on the edge. With a final, desperate moan, you came undone, your body shuddering around him as waves of pleasure washed over you.

Charles held you through it, his own release following closely as he watched you fall apart on top of him. His groan of satisfaction was music to your ears, and you collapsed against him, your body spent and trembling.

But he wasn’t done yet. With a gleam in his eye, Charles rolled you over gently, positioning you beneath him on the couch. He brushed a strand of hair from your face, his expression tender yet filled with desire.

“I want to see you fall apart for me again,” he whispered, his voice sending shivers down your spine. “Let me make you feel even better. Let me have a taste”

Your breath hitched as he moved down your body, his lips trailing hot kisses over your skin. He paused, his eyes meeting yours as he kissed a path between your breasts, down to your stomach. Every touch, every kiss was electric, setting your nerves on fire.

“Charles, please,” you breathed, your hands tangling in his hair as he kissed his way down to the apex of your thighs.

He grinned, his fingers parting your folds as his tongue flicked out, teasing your sensitive clit. The sensation was almost too much, your back arching off the couch as he lavished attention on you, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony to drive you to the brink once more.

Your moans filled the room, your hands clutching at the cushions as he pushed you higher and higher. He looked up, his eyes locking with yours as he murmured against your skin, “Come for me, mon amour. I want to feel you again.”

His words, combined with the relentless pleasure he was giving you, sent you over the edge. Your orgasm crashed over you, your body trembling as he continued to lick and suck, drawing out every last wave of pleasure.

When you finally came down, he crawled back up your body, kissing you deeply. You could taste yourself on his lips, a reminder of just how intimately he knew your body.

“I love watching you fall apart,” he whispered against your lips, his voice filled with awe and desire. “You’re so beautiful.”

You pulled him closer, your body still humming with the aftershocks of your release. “I love you, Charles.”

He smiled, brushing his lips against yours. “I love you too, more than anything.”He wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Thank you, mon amour. The night was perfect.”

You smiled against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek. “You deserve it, Charles. I’m so proud of you.”

He stroked your hair, his touch tender and loving. “I couldn’t have done it without you. You’re my good luck charm.”

You lifted your head to look at him, your fingers tracing the lines of his jaw. “And you’re my champion.”

Charles chuckled, pulling you into a deep, lingering kiss. “Here’s to many more victories, both on and off the track.”

You nodded, feeling content and loved in his arms. “To many more, Charles.”

Exhausted but blissfully content, you cuddled together on the couch, not bothering to go upstairs. The warmth of each other’s bodies, the rhythm of your breaths, and the unspoken bond of love and victory lulled you both into a peaceful sleep, a perfect end to an unforgettable day.

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