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love sounds - Charles Leclerc

Soooo I told you I was writing a Dennis fic but last night the inspiration struck for a Charles story, I'm so sorry lmao but the Dennis fic is in the works I promise!

This was supposed to be full on smut but it turned out kind of fluffy? (Don’t worry there’s still smut)

Also I'm still new to this so idk what warnings I'm supposed to put... please don't have unprotected sex in real life!

Charles Leclerc x reader; In which he realizes she‘s the one for him ;)

He let his gaze wander along your curves, taking in the way your blue dress perfectly hugged your body, exposing enough skin for his imagination to go wild.

How could you stand there, talking so innocently all while looking so devilishly tempting?

Charles didn’t want to admit it but in that very moment he hated not being the man at your side right now. Instead, some random mechanic’s arm was snaked around your waist.

“Still drooling over y/n?”, someone commented besides Charles, finally making him rip his hungry eyes off of you.

“Shut up, Arthur. You don’t know anything about love.”

Arthur laughed as Charles took a sip of his whiskey.

“Oh so it’s love now? I thought you and y/n were just a casual thing?”

Charles gave his brother the death stare which made Arthur lift his hands defensively.

“Your words, not mine, brother.”

Charles scoffed. He knew his brother was right.

You and Charles had never been “in love” per se. No question there was a certain tension between you two, but Charles had always been too afraid of fully committing to you.

And now he payed the price for it: Getting to watch you attend the prize-giving gala in Paris with another man.

“You know, if you still want her, you should honestly just go talk to her.”, Arthur chimed in again, making Charles roll his eyes.

Arthur always thought everything in the world could be resolved by simply having an honest conversation. But Arthur had never fallen for you.

He didn’t know how complicated yours and Charles’ situation was.

So instead of answering his brother, Charles downed his drink, eyes searching for you once again.

“I’m getting another drink.”, he let his brother know and quickly disappeared into the crowd before Arthur could say anything else.

As Charles pushed his way through all the FIA officials and drivers making small talk, his mind suddenly went foggy.

A smell of sweet lilies surrounded him, trapping him in his thoughts.

There was only one person on earth he knew who used this perfume.

He jerked around, trying to make you out in the people surrounding him.

However, you were nowhere to be seen.

Charles even stood on his tiptoes to get a better view of the crowd, but he couldn’t spot your bright blue dress in-between all the black suits.

Was this the alcohol playing tricks on him already?

Charles shook his head to get his thoughts in order again. What was his mission again?

Ah yes: getting another drink.

If Charles had to endure watching you flirt with your date all evening, he could at least numb the piercing pain in his chest.

So he made his way to the bar, ordering another whiskey.

While he waited, he leaned against the bar, scanning the room once again for a certain blue dress. God, he was pathetic. Not enough courage to tell you how much he wanted you to be his but not enough strength to finally let you go either.

“Charles?”

Charles’ head flew around.

His eyes were met with shiny blue fabric stopping right beneath your ass.

He breathed in the enticing scent of lilies, let his gaze roam your body before he stopped at your shy smile. It was breathtaking.

You were breathtaking.

“Here you go, sir.”, the bartender placed down a fresh glass of whiskey before Charles, who was still too stunned to speak.

“Um.. hi.”, he finally managed to snap back to reality.

“Having a good time?”, he asked after another awkward pause, suddenly noticing that you were alone.

Where had your escort gone? Charles took his eyes off of you again to look for your date amongst the attending people.

“Yeah, everyone’s really nice. What about you?”

Charles looked back at you and he couldn’t believe you were talking to him so casually, since the last time you “talked”, you were shouting at him to get out of your apartment.

And maybe it was the alcohol in his system, but he just couldn’t help but make a salty comment. Because arguing with you came more naturally than having a civil conversation.

“Where did you leave your manwhore?”, he saw your eyes grow wide, then narrowing at him as he took another sip of whiskey.

“Don’t give me that, Leclerc. You know damn well it’s your own fault we’re not here together.”

Charles shrugged, now definitely feeling the alcohol.

“It always takes two to fight, ma chérie.”

You scoffed.

“And it only takes one to ruin a relationship.”, you bit back, making Charles alert immediately. Relationship? None of you had ever classified whatever thing you had had as a relationship.

“Relationship?”, Charles could only ask dumbfounded.

“I was serious about you, Charles.”, you replied in a much softer, quieter voice, letting your head sink.

You were too ashamed to look him in the eyes, now that you’d pretty much confessed your deep and buried feelings.

“You were?”, he checked to make sure he hadn’t just hallucinated. Now he needed another sip of whiskey.

But before he could drink, your hand came up to take the glass away from him. He watched as you downed the drink, wanting nothing more than to finally kiss you again.

You contorted your face as the liquid stung in your throat, making Charles laugh.

“For what it’s worth: I was serious about you, too.”, he confessed, blaming his sudden honesty on the alcohol.

After all this was his third drink of the night.

Now it was your turn to be surprised.

“But…you never wanted anything serious?”, you replied, then turned to order a gin and tonic. Charles ordered another whiskey before looking at you again.

“Chérie, any man who’d ever say no to you is a fucking idiot. I know that now.”

You gulped, not expecting any of his words.

It had been weeks since you’d last seen Charles and you’d thought you’d gotten over the way his gaze made you shiver.

But right now his eyes were burning into your skin, showing you exactly what he wanted.

Before you could reply, your drinks arrived.

Charles handed you your gin before downing his own drink. You weren’t planning on finishing your drink right then and there but Charles got up, brushing past you while letting his hands squeeze your waist for a quick second.

You gasped, looking after him as he turned around once again, winking at you.

You knew what he meant, having done this a thousand times before. You searched the room for your date.

Were you really going to do this again? Start everything over?

Give Charles another chance to break your heart?

Fuck it.

You downed your drink before discreetly following him to the restrooms.

Charles smirked to himself as he saw a flash of blue following him, but he walked past the restrooms, making you frown.

No, he didn’t want this to be like every other time you had hooked up. This time was going to be special.

A night you’d never forget.

So he turned around to grab your hand and pull you with him towards the hotel reception.

“Excuse me, I would like to book your room with the nicest view, please.”, he smiled at the nice lady behind the desk while your eyes went wide.

“Charles!”, you whisper-shouted, slapping his arm, but Charles had already gotten handed the keycard. He turned around, smiling at you with a hint of mischief in his eyes.

Instead of saying anything though, he just grabbed your hand again, leading you to the elevators.

“What are you doing?!”, you giggled, suddenly excited about not knowing what was about to happen.

“I’m doing what I was supposed to do a long time ago.”, he answered honestly, letting his gaze fall to your lips.

Your eyes wandered in-between his lips and eyes, the urge to kiss him too big to resist.

As your bodies automatically moved closer to each other you could already feel his whiskey- coated breath on your skin, his hands sheepishly finding their way to your waist.

However just as you were about to kiss, Charles sighed, pulling away from you but still holding you close to him with his arms around your waist.

“Not yet, chérie.”, he whispered, making you groan.

You were slowly but surely growing impatient.

When the elevator finally arrived, you took its privacy as a chance to kiss Charles, but he just held you close to him the entire ride up, never giving in to your tempting lips.

Instead, he studied your face closely, remembering every single feature.

Normally you’d hate when people stared at you because you got insecure very easily, but with Charles you felt more comfortable than ever.

Maybe because you were too busy with your own staring that you didn’t notice him doing the same.

“We’re here.”, he motioned towards the door with the number 314, already swiping the keycard. His other arm was still wrapped around your waist tightly, guiding you inside the room.

You held your breath as Charles lead you to the huge glass windows at the other end of the room. It really was the most beautiful view of Paris you had ever seen.

The city beneath you was a sea of lights, shining brightly in the night sky.

You were so in awe over the view that you almost forgot Charles was in the room with you until he chuckled next to you. You looked at him.

He was already looking at you.

You didn’t understand how he could possibly look at you when this breathtaking view was right in front of him.

“Charles…the lights..”, you whispered, “It’s beautiful.”

Charles smiled, squeezing your waist.

“Chérie, you shine even brighter than all these city lights..”

You blushed, thankful about the darkness hiding it from Charles.

“Don’t say that, Charles..”, you replied, a trace of sadness in your voice.

Because all these things he said could easily turn out to be sweet nothings.

“But it’s true. And I mean it, I truly do, y/n.”, he carefully tucked a strand of hair behind your ear while looking at you with so much love and affection in his eyes that you thought your heart might melt.

He leaned his forehead against yours, holding you tightly.

“I don’t want you to break my heart again. I’m scared, Charles.”, your voice cracked, closing your eyes to avoid tears from falling.

It was true: You were terrified of the idea of losing Charles so you’d always thought you’d be better off with never having him in the first place.

“I’m scared, too, y/n. But I am willing to try. To take that leap of faith with you, to give you my heart so that you may shatter it to pieces if you wanted to.”, he sounded soft, but determined. Because he was.

He’d known it for the longest of times but only today had he realized that you would always be the one his heart wanted.

So he’d rather die trying to make things work with you than getting drunk every other night because he couldn’t have you.

“Charles…I…”

“You don’t have to say anything right now. I just wanted to let you know how I felt, let you know that I am completely serious about you.”

Then Charles removed his forehead from yours, only to finally kiss you.

And it was the most magical kiss you had ever shared. You were so full of love as your hands wandered into his hair, leaning even further into him as his hands rested on the small of your back. The sparkling city lights behind you only made everything even more perfect.

Your kiss didn’t stay innocent for long though.

Too long had you been deprived of his touch, his scent, his hands roaming your body.

Without stopping your kiss, Charles lead you to the huge double bed in the room.

Carefully, he laid you down on the mattress as you let him guide your movements. He sighed into the kiss, laying on top of you while resting his weight on his forearms beside your head.

“I’ve missed this.”, he whispered breathlessly. You could only hum in response.

Eventually he broke up the kiss, but only to kiss his way down to your jaw, sucking on your neck. Your body welcomed him, arching your back to get even closer to him.

His kisses trailed further down until he reached your clothed cleavage.

Quickly he sat up, riding your dress up to your waist to then pull it over your head as you sat up as well.

After sharing another hungry kiss he gently but firmly pushed you back down into the mattress. He took a second to take you in: lying beneath him in nothing but your underwear, the beautiful black lace set he still loved so much.

“Charles..”, you warned, not wanting to spend the night begging for him to touch you.

However, that was not Charles’ plan tonight. Tonight was all about you.

About bringing you the most amount of pleasure. To quite literally show you how much you meant to him.

So he connected his lips with your skin again, kissing down your stomach to your hips.

As he slowly worked his way down your thigh, he felt your hips jerking up suddenly, desperate for his touch.

“Shhhhhh, chérie..”, his voice was soft as he watched you screw your eyes shut in anticipation when he hooked his thumbs in your slip to pull it down your legs.

He wanted to take a picture of you looking this angelic only for him.

When he finally licked the first stripe through your folds, your hands gripped onto the bed sheets tightly.

“Charles, please..”, you moaned, arching your back.

Charles wasted no time in pleasuring you, flicking his tongue inside you quickly. The small screams that left your mouth sounded like heaven to him, spurring him on even further.

“That’s it, mon amour.”, he panted, watching your face contort in pleasure as he inserted a finger.

You gripped the sheets even tighter, not caring about being quiet.

A number of curse words fell from your mouth as he added a second finger, moving them even faster than before now.

“Ch-arles.”, you moaned again, mind going foggy.

Your mouth hang open wide as you were no longer able to form a sentence, all of your senses were completely focused on Charles.

His hand that wasn’t inside of you came up to cup your breast, squeezing it lightly, pulling another moan from your lips.

He smiled against your core, proud of himself for having you a moaning mess under him within seconds.

As he sped up even further you could feel your high approaching rather rapidly. It had been too long since he last touched you, no wonder you were desperately chasing your high.

Your hips bucked up into him once more as his tongue flicked at your clit.

Charles could feel by the way you were clenching around his fingers that you were close. You just needed a few more words to push you over the edge.

“Let go, chérie. I’ve got you.”

You moaned, gripping on to his hand on your breast, brain not functioning properly anymore.

“Make a mess all over my fingers, come on darling… I know you’ve got it in you…. So good for me.”, he groaned, having to pause in-between his sentences.

And it finally sent you over the edge, your high washing over you, making you scream in pleasure. Charles watched in awe as your face contorted and you were in your own post-orgasmic bubble. He loved seeing you like this: so natural, so incredibly attractive.

You caught your breath, pulling him back up to you by his hair.

Giving him a hazy smile, you kissed him again: a silent thank you for the pleasure. Your lips connected, his tongue swirling inside your mouth.

You weren’t sure why, but this time everything felt different.

So much more personal and intimate than the times before.

Like Charles actually meant his drunken words from before. Like this was a fresh start for the both of you.

The start of something serious.

As the kiss got more heated again, you rolled on top of him, Charles letting you take over control. You sat up, straddling him while letting your fingers wander under his shirt.

You knew where to touch him to make his mind go crazy so you innocently brushed past his sensitive spot on his right side, feeling his abs tense up.

He took a sharp breath as you unbuttoned his shirt, watching you intently.

Once you had freed him of his shirt, you began kissing down his body until you reached his belt. His hand came down to push a loose strand of hair out of your face, making you smile as you looked up at him, biting down on your lip.

It was a sight Charles didn’t ever want to forget.

When you went to push down his pants he held up his hips to help you, but as soon as you leaned back over him, he grabbed your hips, rolling you back over. Your arms naturally found their way around his neck.

“Tonight is all about you, baby.”, he whispered in your ear, giving you goosebumps.

After kissing you once more he aligned himself with your entrance before pushing into you slowly. You both moaned at feeling each other again, feeling so incredibly good. “Oh my god.”, you exclaimed, having to get used to his size again.

Before he started moving he looked back up at you again, searching for permission which you happily granted him with a nod.

Slowly he pushed further into you until he was filling you up completely, your hips touching.

Your breath hitched at the sensation of the stretch.

Unlike all the other times you had slept together, Charles didn’t pick up the pace this time.

Instead he continued his slow but oh so deep thrusts into you, keeping eye contact with you the whole time.

“You’re so beautiful, chérie. So tight.”, he whispered before hitting your G-spot again. You whined, pulling slightly at his roots to which he groaned into your ear.

“Gonna make me go insane, darling.”

Was this what making love felt like? Actual love? Not just a casual hookup?

Because this was definitely more than that.

This was a feeling of safety, comfort and absolute trust. Trust in the man above you who was currently making you see stars.

His steady thrusts continued, hitting all the right spots inside of you.

“Charles.. I’m.. I’m gonna..”, you stuttered, feeling that familiar knot tighten in your stomach again.

Even though you didn’t finish your sentence Charles still understood, picking up the pace to go a little bit faster.

“So good for me.”, he kept looking directly at you, watching as you tried to keep your eyes open as well.

However the feeling of him inside you made it hard not to screw your eyes shut.

“Please, Charles..”, you moaned, not sure what you were begging for.

Charles understood regardless.

He filled you up completely, resting his hips against yours for a second, then pushing even further into you.

Your mouth hang agape from the sensation, your whole body craving the release.

After a few more deep deep thrusts, it didn’t take much longer until you came undone all over his dick, his name falling from your mouth yet again.

You clenching around him was all Charles needed to send him over the edge as well, as he came only moments after you, releasing inside you.

Then he let himself collapse onto you, still resting most of his bodyweight on his arms.

His head sunk to your chest, using you as a pillow. Your hands automatically ran through his hair, the both of you staying silent while coming down from your highs.

“That was…”, you began, but Charles interrupted you: “Amazing.”

He lifted his head off your chest to look you in the eyes, studying your face again.

“Why do you keep staring so much tonight?”, you laughed, making him smile.

“I just can’t help myself, chérie. You’re the most beautiful thing I have ever seen..”, he answered honestly, leaving you speechless.

When you didn’t reply Charles only leaned forward, connecting your lips to a kiss that was the complete opposite of the rough, sloppy kisses you had exchanged just moments before.

This one was filled with all kinds of emotions: adoration, fear, desire and confusion…but most importantly, it was filled with love.

So much love that you thought your heart might burst.

Which is why you decided to finally take that leap of faith with him, too.

Just like he’d done before. You would give him your heart.

Trust that he wouldn’t break it this time.

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