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Make It Yours | C.L.

Part 2 of Are You Mine

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: you decide to come clean to Charles about something that has been occupying your mind for a while. How will Charles react to it?

WARNINGS: cursing, pregnancy sex, unplanned pregnancy, so if you are under 18, don’t interact please!

Requested: yes by my lovely followers and my whores! <3

Words: 2.250

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You jumped out of your uber, which was conveniently parked right in front of the entrance of the restaurant you and Charles had agreed on a couple of hours ago, and inhaled deeply. With swift steps you made your way towards the door and pulled it open, not without struggling a little, because your hand was shaking ever so slightly, but enough for you to be reminded of your nervousness. As soon as you were inside you spotted Charles sitting at the corner table, that you usually sat at. The restaurant had been a common hang out spot for you and Charles growing up, thus had a lot of sentimental value to you and him, and whenever he came back to Monaco from races around the world or you just wanted to talk about important things while enjoying a meal, you would meet up there.

Charles looked up from his phone, that he had his eyes glued on, when he heard the loud noise of the chair across from him being pulled back and got up to hug you with a big smile on his face. “Bonjour ma belle,” he whispered into your ear, which made you blush slightly as you greeted him back and hugged him tightly, before both of you sat down in the comfy chairs.

Your heart felt heavy as you eyed Charles, looking bubblier and happier than ever, because you knew that you asked him to go to dinner with you for a reason: you needed to talk to him, you needed to come clean about something that had been occupying your mind for too long and that involved the Formula One driver in front of you. The problem was you didn´t know how to transform your thoughts into words and how he would react to it, which absolutely terrified you, the uncertainty tearing you apart on the inside.

“Everything alright with you? You have been kind of quiet and not like yourself, “Charles inquired in between bites of his spaghetti Bolognese with an eyebrow raised to underline the suspicion and confusion in his voice.

“Yeah, everything is okay, I am just enjoying the food and listening to you, Mr. Leclerc,” you blurted out without thinking twice about the missed chance to clear your conscience by coming clean to your fuck buddy and, most importantly, your childhood friend, who had been an important part of your life for over a decade and a half and a shoulder to lean on and to find comfort in. Deep down you damned yourself for being too weak to talk to Charles honestly and letting fear stop you.

The brunette man gave you the sweetest, sincerest smile one can give you, making your heart skip a beat and the lump in your throat thicker and heavier, as if it was made from pure concrete that hindered the air you were breathing from spreading in your lungs and the words you so desperately wanted to say from escaping your lips, freeing you from your burden and inner turmoil.

Charles didn´t notice that the happy and carefree face you put on was a façade, to keep him from further interrogating you, so he continued to talk about the past couple days he had spent in Maranello.

After an hour and a half of nodding along to Charles´ stories, because you weren´t able to focus on formulating sentences or a more satisfying reaction to him passionately rambling on about his job, you suggest paying and going to your or his place, which made Charles smirk, thinking he would get laid again, something that had been happening frequently ever since that memorable pool sex in Bora Bora, both of you too desperate to keep your hands to yourselves

“Oh Charles, you have no idea what is coming your way,” you thought to yourself as you were walking out of the restaurant behind Charles and towards his custom Ferrari that he had left around the corner.

“My place?” he simply asked.

“Yes, I would like that Cha,” you said out loud before thinking “in case you don´t like what I am about to tell you.”

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The drive from the restaurant down by the harbor to Charles´ luxury apartment up in the hills wasn´t long, so before you knew it you were waiting behind Charles’ back for him to unlock the door, one foot tapping on the floor restlessly until the driver suddenly pulled you into the entrance area of his place, pinned you against the wall and connected his lips with yours hungrily. At first you reciprocated the kiss with just as much excitement and desire for him, but then you remembered that wasn´t what you had followed Charles to his den for and you broke away from his soft pout, much to the confusion of him.

“I need to talk to you,” you said bluntly, trying to avoid his gaze on you.

“Okay? Sure, about what?” he answered with his green eyes scanning your face to identify an expression he hadn´t seen on your face before, a mixture of avoidance, slight panic and a dash of excitement.

“I think it is better if we sit down for this Cha, “you pointed towards the couch in his living room, which was only a few meters away from you.

Charles shrugged and replied: „Whatever you say, ma belle.”. With a muffled groan he eventually sank down on the piece of furniture and carefully pulled you next him, closer than you were comfortable with right now, so you backed a little bit off, creating some much-needed distance. You put the handbag you had brought with you next to you and took a deep, shaky breath.

“Is it about Pierre almost walking in on us doing it in the garage before I left for Maranello? I know that wasn´t ideal and kind of my fault, but I thought you forgave me,” Charles began apologetically, thinking you were still upset about the last conversation you had with him before he had left for Italy. You couldn´t help but smile at Charles and the face he made, his lips in a big pout to portray how sorry he was about it.

You shook your head, still stiff and too uneasy to finally open your mouth.

“Then it must be about you coming to an upcoming race weekend? Like we already talked about?” Charles continued.

You shook your head again, this time a little faster.

“Okay so the only other thing I can think of that you couldn´t possibly tell me at the restaurant is, that you want to try the whole no sexual relations thing again, but- “

“Charles, I think it is too late for that anyways. I am pregnant,” you let out, your knuckles white from clenching your fist as hard as possible. It took a couple of seconds for the words to fully hit the man across from you, but then his eyes widen, making him look goofy.

“W-what? You are what now?

“Pregnant, as in I am with child,” you whispered.

“How? Oh my god- and it´s mine?” Charles look fell on your still flat stomach, his eyes still looking like they were about to fall out of their sockets.

“I think you know how babies are made, so I assume you want to know when you got me pregnant. Do you remember when we had sex in the pool on vacation? Like without a condom?” you let out a small sigh “yeah I guess one time really is enough, Leclerc, because yes, it is obviously yours.”. You grabbed your handbag, to pull out three positive pregnancy tests, handing them to a stunned Charles.

His hands were trembling as he was looking at the clearly visible, two red lines and he just mumbled repeatedly:” I am stupid.”

“We were stupid,” you shrugged your shoulders “and I understand if you don´t want to be a part of it. I decided to keep it and I will go through this on my own if I have to.” You tried your best to sound strong, determined, but you feared him leaving you to deal with this mess on your own, losing your childhood friend, in the process.

All of the sudden he grabbed your hand with his free one and sternly said: „No, I might be dumb, but not a coward, because I am just as much to… blame for this. I won´t leave my friend and my child,” he eyes still expressing some shock as he said it out loud “hanging. I will take care of you, mon ange.”

With the heavy weight lifted off your shoulders and the pregnancy hormones kicking in out of nowhere, you felt hot tears streaming down your face from relief and your hands wrapping around Charles´ neck to pull him into a hug, which he gladly accepted, still being a little shaken up himself, pressing you against his toned chest and giving you a soft peck on the cheek.

Couple seconds passed before he realized:” Wait, you peed on those, didn´t you?”, tossing the test next him with his tongue sticking out as you were laughing and nodding.

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Weeks had passed since then and Charles wouldn´t leave your side, as the season, a great one for him, had ended. He had tried to convince you to move in with him, because he wanted to have you in his sight as you were roughly four and a half months pregnant, but you insisted on waiting a little longer, as you weren´t showing a lot and you had not told anyone other than your parents and his mother, not even Pierre, who still had no idea that his friends had slept together, and you were still fine on your own.

Charles and you were watching a movie, when your focus shifted towards his well-trained neck and the veins on it, making you gulp a little and your cheeks turn bright red. Stupid hormones.

This didn´t go unnoticed by Charles, who smirked mischievously and turned towards you, before asking:” Like what you see?”

“Sorry, Charles, I really didn´t mean to, it´s just... the hormones, they are driving me insane, making me want to go all feral on you”

“What´s so bad about that? It´s only natural and on top of that it is what you get from not letting me touch you since telling me about this,” he put his hand on your tiny bump, not letting the smirk escape his lips, being amused by your sudden reaction to him and his body.

“Yes, because friends don´t do that,” you said with sarcasm dripping from every word.

“Mhh, friends also don´t expect a child together, do they?” his hand travelled up to your chest and cupping one breast.

“Good counterpoint, Cha,” you countered, before leaning in and kissing him, giving into your needs, which he gladly reciprocated while giving your boob a squeeze, making you moan easily, not being used to the extra sensitivity of your breasts.

Charles pulled you on top of him, so you straddled him, and began kissing up from your belly to your exposed neck, sucking on your sweet spots and leaving behind marks. The hand on your boob, which was only covered by a lacy bra, discarded of it quickly and the Monégasque leaned forward to lick over your nipple, before sucking on it slightly and pulling on it with his teeth, causing you to desperately grind on his hardening cock.

“Good thing is that you are already pregnant, because you are so fucking beautiful, I´d fuck a baby into you right now, if that was not the case”

“Then fuck me, Charles, what are you waiting for?” you teased.

He didn´t let you ask him twice for it, pulling your sweatpants, that you put on to relax in, down and pushing your panties to one side to slide his cock, that he just took out of the restraining fabric of his pants and boxers, into your wet core without a warning, followed by a groan leaving his lips.

Leaving you no time to adjust, he started pounding into you at a steady, fast speed. Your hand found Charles´ hair and pulled on it, causing him to moan your name and to reach down to your wet core to spread the wetness and to start rubbing your clit in circular motions with his index finger.

You started to move in sync with his motions, but Charles spun you around to take control of the situation and pin you down onto the bed, the new angle allowing him to go even faster, making your toes curl and your walls clench around his cock.

“You can let go for me,” he whispered into your ear while hitting the perfect spot inside of you, the one that made you see stars from the intense pleasure and making you cum after a couple more precise movements. The tightness brought Charles over the edge too and he finished half inside of you and half on your throbbing pussy, mixing his cum with your juices.

With a quick kiss, but without any words, Charles got up and went to the bathroom to get a towel to clean you up with it, which you appreciated.

Now that your mind was clearer, you thought about what you and Charles were again; friends that were having a baby together, and for the very first time ever, you started doubting the rightness of it.

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ireallydontknowdudee · 2 years

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Are you Mine? | C.L.

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: you and your friend Charles have some history, but you agreed to leave the past behind. Will you be able to resist the temptation on vacation with him and your friends though?

WARNINGS: cursing, oral sex (female receiving), (rough, angry) unprotected vaginal sex (Pls wrap it irl), mentions of alcohol, slightly angsty Charles maybe, so if you are under 18, please don't interact.

Requested: yes! by @bekybekybeky from my Valentine’s Day Prompts (34.+41.)

Words: 2.766

A/N: sooo my first smut on Tumblr hmmm?? I hope you guys like it and thank YOU for reading it :)! oh and if you want to get added to my taglist, let me know!!

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Part two to this fic is here!

Not my GIF!

It was already 1 p.m. when you decided to get finally out of bed, still hungover from the eventful night before. Lazily you adjusted the hem of the oversized shirt you were wearing with a couple of groans escaping your lips, before walking to the bathroom, which was situated on the other side of the mansion you and your friends had rented for the week-long vacation on Bora Bora. The room was well lit because of the large windows, something that you usually liked as natural light was perfect for getting ready, but right now it stung in your eyes and amplified the sharp migraine you had. You rested one palm on the marble sink and rubbed with the other over the right side of your face to get rid of some leftover mascara that was clinging to your cheek, while you looked straight ahead to inspect your reflection, which looked back at you with sleepy eyes and dark undereye circles. To not waste any more precious time of your holiday you got ready as quickly as possible and changed into a bikini and a short summer dress.

You made a quick stop in the kitchen for a glass of water and some aspirin, before you headed to the living room and dining room area right around the corner from the large kitchen island. Pierre and his girlfriend Katerina were spread out on the couch, just like you had expected them to be, and looking just as exhausted as you were.

“Good morning,” you mumbled, your voice being raspy from partying all night. Pierre looked up and gave you a slight, weak smile and Katerina repeated your words to greet you back while you sat down on the large piece of furniture next to them.

“Where is Charles? Is he still asleep?” you inquired innocently, although you were tensing up slightly, a minor detail that the couple luckily did not notice.

“Yes, he is. We have been here for roughly two hours and no Monegasque driver sighted, which isn´t surprising, is it?” Pierre snickered.

His answer calmed you down slightly, because you wouldn´t have to deal with Charles yet. Not that you didn´t like him, no, you and him had been good friends for many years, but the situation between the two of you was currently quite complicated and you wanted more time to fully digest what happened the night before.

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Loud music was blaring through the speakers of the club and sweaty people were all around you; drinking, dancing and grinding on each other, making the atmosphere of the nightclub electric and sexually charged. In the middle of it all were you, a mojito in one hand and taking a sip from the minty cocktail every now and then, while the other one was resting on the muscular chest of the Monegasque man behind you. At first you kept enough space between the two of you, to keep things PG13 and to not give into the temptation brewing inside of you, but as the evening progressed and the alcohol kept flowing, Charles pulled you closer to him.

You had hooked up before, many times since you had first done it at 17, when you had been heartbroken over some boy you had had a crush on, and he had come over to cheer you up. After doing it once you had continued to secretly sleep with each other whenever one of you was needy and both of you single. A couple months prior to your vacation you mutually decided to put an end to it though, before one of you could catch feelings and to not put the friendship and the bond you shared at stake.

“Pierre and Katerina are nowhere to be seen, you know, mon ange?” Charles observed and turned you around, so you were now facing him, which made you gulp audibly. He still had his hands on your hips and continued with his accent thicker than usually from the alcohol flowing through his veins:” They won´t find out, I promise.”.

Your stared directly into his green eyes while you said:” Find out what, Charles?”

“Whatever we end up doing… just like they haven´t before.”. He pulled you even closer, placed one of his large hands on your ass and gave it a slight squeeze, causing a quiet whimper to escape your lips. The driver knew your weak spots too well and looked very pleased with your response to his small touch. His focus was on your lips now, his eyes not breaking away from them and him licking over his own to moisten them a little bit. Drinking always had made you do things, that you were too afraid of doing when you were sober and suddenly you decided to not care anymore about the consequences your action could bring upon you. You wrapped your hands around his neck and leaned in to kiss him.

But right when you wanted to close your eyes and his lips barely grazed yours, you spotted Pierre and his brunette girlfriend approaching, separating you from Charles effectively and leaving him disappointed.

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You were convinced that it was simply the alcohol that almost made Charles and you cross the line, you set for yourselves. So, when Charles finally woke up, joined the three of you and the group decided to rest and stay in the mansion for the remainder of the day, you played it cool and pretended nothing happened at the club, to not make things awkward between you and the Monegasque driver, which meant you kept your distance from him.

“We should go outside and relax a little by the pool, go for a swim. It is so hot and nice out today,” Katerina suggested and within 10 minutes you were all out by the infinity pool, that overlooked the town situated beneath the hill the mansion was on. You felt like Charles was eying you in your bikini, a cheeky red, triangle two piece, but you decided to not give it any more thought. Charles and Pierre immediately jumped into the lukewarm water and splashed water on Katerina, who had her back turned towards her boyfriend and friend and was just placing her towel on the floor. Judging by the look on her face, she was less than happy about the fact that her hair got wet, a reaction that made Pierre grin and gave him the idea to climb out of the body of water again and run towards his partner, pick her up and jump straight back in with her in his arms. Unsurprised, you simply shook your head and laughed a little, then you slowly walked into the water from the staircase leading into it and submerged yourself fully, your soaked hair getting slicked back when you went up to the surface again.

“How about we have a good old water fight, like we used to do? Katerina and I versus you two,” Pierre announced.

“Like us girls on your shoulders?” Katerina asked to which Pierre responded with a nod and a peck on her lips.

“Are you in?” Pierre inquired and looked at you and the tall Monegasque man next you. You looked at Charles unsure and waited for him to answer, because you didn't want to put him into an awkward position, but Charles didn't hesitate long and bent his knees so you could easily climb onto his shoulders. With shaky hands, you held onto his shoulders and climbed on top of them, to be on the same level as Katerina.

Suddenly you felt hands, hands that you were very familiar with as they had explored your body countless times before, holding onto your legs with a firm grip, so you wouldn´t accidentally slip off the upper body the hands were attached to. “We are ready, when you guys are,” Charles assured.

For the next 30 minutes you and your former fuck buddy put up a good fight against the couple, and when you finally won the tiebreaker, you and Charles starting chanting, just like you did many years ago when you played with Charles against Pierre and Arthur. Instinctively you ran your finger through Charles´ wet hair and tugged on it lately, making Charles bite his lip.

“It´s still no fun losing against you two,” Pierre said in a jokingly hurt manner, with his competitive nature still coming through slightly, confirming that his words had a core of truth.

Katerina added:” I think we would beat you if we were to play a couple more rounds, we are really getting into the groove, but I am too tired and cold, I just want to get out, warm up in my towel for a second and then go take a shower.”

Pierre smirked:” May I come with you, mademoiselle?”

His girlfriend giggled and took his hand to pull him towards the steps and out of the water with her. The French man, being the gentleman that he is, took their towels and wrapped her up, before he wrapped his own one around his lap over his trunks. Without saying anything else, they disappeared into the building, leaving you and Charles by yourself, in silence.

Letting half a minute pass with you remaining on his shoulder with your fingers in his brown hair, he finally gently lifted you of them. Charles took a not so subtle, good look at your figure as you are standing in front of him, gorgeous as ever, making him think inappropriate things.

“I was wondering, when I would see you in this,” he touched the bikini string on your shoulder “again. You look amazing.”. The Formula One driver was trying his hardest to not fall for your beauty, to not give in into his desires. Unbeknownst to you, he had wanted to kiss you so badly the whole week, not just while being intoxicated at the club. He wanted to feel you and make you his, but he didn´t know if you wanted it too. For a while he had been cursing the day you agreed on staying just friends, and nothing less than friends, but also nothing more.

“Thank you, Cha,” you replied, smiling up to him. A small eternity passed before you decided to get out, not wanting to stay in an awkward limbo, when, suddenly, Charles gathered all his courage to grab you by your wrist, to stop you from leaving.

“Don´t leave me here like that,” was all he could say.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Horny,” he bluntly stated “you can´t keep doing that to me. Do you know how much torture all of this is for me, ma chérie?”. He pulled you back towards him and placed his hands carefully on your waist, waiting for a sign of rejection from you, but you let him and put your palm on the side of his neck. Your legs soon wrapped around his waist, prompting him to move his hands down south, to grab your ass.

“I just can´t get enough of you,” Charles growled, sounding needy.

“Then kiss me already, you fool,” you whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear but he understood you clearly, connecting his lips with yours in a hungry kiss, making you moan quietly. The driver didn´t waste any time and pressed you against the glass wall of the pool, with his body pressing against yours.

“You are such a fucking tease sometimes, wearing stuff you know I love, grinding against my dick until I am hard and then letting me deal with it myself,” he hissed after he pulled away from your lips and started assaulting your neck, finding your sweet spots with ease and possibly leaving hickeys behind, making you bite your lip to hold back a moan. All the things he was doing came as a surprise to you, not being used to him being as dominant and rough with you. You could feel his dick slowly harden against your thigh, rubbing against it, causing you to bite down only harder to keep quiet, but also making you slightly grind against it to create some much-desired friction.

“Hmmm, are you going to be a good girl and listen to me?” Charles teased you, liking over the hot, red skin of your neck that he had been sucking on just a second ago, sending shivers down your spin and leaving you unable to speak, as you were too focused on his body and what it was doing to yours.

“I can´t hear you, use your pretty mouth,” he requested, wrapped one of his hands around your neck and applied slight pressure to it, just how he knew you liked it, but placed his other hand on your thigh to stop you from moving on his dick, causing you to look at him with a pleading expression. “I can be a dirty tease too, mon ange.”

“Y-yes, I will be good Charles, so good,” you begged him and cursed the man in front of you for making you so desperate.

“That´s what I wanted to hear,” he smirked, kissed you passionately, lifted you out of the water and placed you on the edge of the pool with your legs hanging off it. Silently he pressed your upper body down so your back hit the floor and spread your legs apart. Before you could properly react to what was going on, he had already pushed the bottoms of your bikini to the side and inserted both his index and middle finger into you, leaving little time to adjust before he started to move them in and out of you.

“Oh f-fuck,” you barely blurted out, followed by a moan, because Charles, encouraged by your response, picked up some more speed and curled his fingers towards him to hit that certain spot inside of you, that made you weak. With a swift motion he pulled the fabric of your bikini down your legs and tossed it next to you, not even looking at it, but at your uncovered core. One last lick over his lip and he bent down to instead lick over your pussy, painfully slow, to not give you too much satisfaction, because he was still, inexplicably, mad at you and the situation he had brought onto himself. After a few more strokes of his tongue across, the man in front of you began to suck on your clit, that had been screaming for stimulation. Charles´ face was cold and wet from the water of the pool, adding to the pleasure you felt. You couldn´t hold back anymore and moaned his name loudly, which made his eyes meet yours and stop him in his tracks.

“If we get caught, I am going to blame it all on you,” he scolded you and slightly pinched your clit as punishment, knowing that Pierre and Katerina could maybe hear you or some neighbors see you as you were getting eaten out by him. Immediately your hand reached for the towel next to you, to muffle another incoming moan with it.

“Mhh, ma belle is so needy for me that she just can´t stop herself from moaning my name. Trust me, if I wasn´t out here with you and wanted you to, you´d be screaming it by now,” the driver whispered against your core, before continuing his secret quest, which was to make you cum like you never had before. As he inserted a third finger into you and mercilessly worked his mouth on your bundle of nerves, you couldn´t help but let go, releasing all over his face with a silent scream. Charles pulled away, collected some of your juices with his thumb and made you suck on it.

“So beautiful while sucking her juices off of my thumb, just how I like it.”

You had to tightly squeeze your legs together, feeling the affect the new, dominant side of Charles had on you.

Charles saw that, simply pulled you back into the water and aligned himself with you with the words:” We aren´t finished yet, are we?”.

“Please, don´t stop.”

And as soon as you verbally consented, he was inside of you and fucking you at a quick pace, prompting you to mark up his back with your nails and exchange sloppy kisses to muffle the sounds you both made, that were overshadowed by the water crashing over the edge of the pool while you were both chasing your respective orgasms, not thinking about how a little angry fuck just made the situation between the two of you even harder.

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