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MY GOD.

charles leclerc x fem!reader

summary ─┈ · · · charles didn’t get on the podium just for the trophy, he wanted the extra bonus that came with it.

contains ─┈ · · · 18+, dubcon-ish, smut : p in v, unprotected sex, soft-dom!charles, whinysub!reader, exhibitionism, oral & fingering, size kink, mating press!!, lots of kissing, multiple orgasms, usage of pet names (e.g. pretty girl, good girl, baby, mon amour) wc : 3.1k

a/n ─┈ · · · this is a reupload bc my dummy head accidentally deleted my blog (no i don’t wanna talk about it 😞)

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“Charles we can’t be doing this here.” you mumbled against your boyfriends lips—who seemed to be in a haste. He currently has you trapped against the wall in his driver’s room, wasting no time in sealing his lips with yours, longing for the taste of you since he saw you enter the paddock to greet him this morning.

“‘S all your fault.” he begins to lightly pepper a trail of wet kisses from the corner of your mouth down to your jaw.

“Mine?” scrunching your eyebrows together in confusion a breathless laugh comes from you, “What did I do?”

It was a genuine question—finding it amusing how his mood shifted from neutral to aroused after watching him change into his race suit. Ah. The way you were eyeing him switch into his red apparel must’ve got him all flustered and the provocative outfit you wore didn’t aid his case in the slightest.

“So pretty, can’t contain myself.”

“Thank you.” you responded meekly, not trusting yourself to utter anything further because of the pathetic noises you may let out. He’s already got you wanting more, aware of what to do to have you in a daze.

You hook your arms around his neck while his own held you in place by your waist. When his face travel down to your throat, Charles’ lips latches onto the smooth soft skin of your neck, licking and sucking gently—a blotch of purple surely forming but it was the least of your concerns with the way he made you feel at the moment.

His teeth begins to lightly graze your plush skin before sinking into it without a warning, hard enough to almost break skin, making a hiss and whimper of sorts tumble out of you. The heavenly sound had blood rushing straight down to his cock. He’d hate to admit the effect that you had on him however, his current actions were enough to speak for itself.

You were divine; so irresistible that his infatuation with you grows more every single day. The way your body molds into his only spurs the sense to fulfill his desires. It clouds his brain, it’s all he can ever think of when he has you like this. So pliable, so sweet and oh was he obsessed.

“Your skirt is too short,” he mumbles with a groan, all the while still assaulting your neck, “Could practically see your panties when you sit down.”

“You shouldn’t have been looking,” you try to tease but your own voice comes out rather weak and shaky upon feeling his breath tickle your skin, goosebumps now rising, “W-we have to stop.”

He completely ignores your feeble declaration—opting to return his lips on yours, greedy and hurried. This time he slips his tongue into your mouth—the muscle dancing along with yours and exploring the wet cavern skillfully. You don’t think you could get enough of it, he was unmistakably a first-class kisser that it almost had your protests die down, almost.

Charles grumbles when you push at his shoulders, your attempts nearly futile because of how he firmly presses further into you. When you manage to pull his face in your hands you look at him for the first time since his ambush on you. The sight before you left you lightheaded; he was panting just as much as you were, lips slightly parted and glistening with your combined spit.

Contemplating your next words, you deliberate if you wanted to continue or put a finish to this, “Charles your race starts in 30 minutes.”

Your statement doesn’t waver him in the slightest, this had you on edge. The thought of being caught with your boyfriends tongue down your throat was not one of the things on your to-do list today. But feeling high off of how his body pins into yours, the scent of musk mixed in with his cologne intoxicating your senses has your head buzzing. The notable anxiousness about the possibility of being discovered vanishes bit by bit along with the little sanity you had left.

“How about this… if you get on that podium today,” speaking again, you decide to try and stop whatever that is occurring because if you don’t, you’re afraid it’ll never end once it begins. And as tempting as it was you really wanted to save yourself the embarrassment if you both were found out. He stares intently with a bit of curiosity as you voice your proposition with careful thought, “You can have me however you want back at the hotel.”

Practically seeing the cogs in his head turn, your heartbeat sets into a rapid pace from anticipation after seeing a smile creep up on his handsome face, dimples digging into his cheeks while his mouth stretches widely.

“Mmmm you’ve got yourself a deal mon amour, but,” his fingers drags down to the hem of your skirt making you stare back at him in surprise, “30 minutes is still enough time for me to feel you up.”

Your knees almost buck from his flirtatious tone, muddled brain not fully registering what he meant until a veiny hand reaches for the band of your underwear, but before he can do anything your hand encircles over his wrist, “Charles we’ll get caught!”

Sucking in a breath and feigning to ponder he shifts himself so his face was mere centimeters from yours, “Well then I guess you’ll just have to keep quiet.”

He was too mischievous about this whole ordeal—aware that he held so much power over you, stronger and determined to get his point across.

There wasn’t anything left that you could do with his persistence so when his digits trail lower and lower, you let him. The pad of his fingers reaches your sensitive bud, circling it delicately. With your breath hitching, your back arches—clothed breasts brushing his chest, the fabrics separating both of your hot skin from touching each-other. He kisses you swiftly to swallow up all your lovely little gasps. Your expressions of disagreement surely forgotten now, it was always so effortless to please you.

Charles acknowledges that his fingers were being soaked by your wetness already, causing a low groan to transpire deep within his chest. A sense of triumph inevitably filled his body whenever he got you to submit to him with a simple ghost of his touch—letting him do whatever he desires in order to please him. Biting your lower lip to halt the sounds that threatened to spill, you braced yourself for his potential actions.

“What is it baby?” he questioned clearly satisfied, rubbing a little harsher to leave you breathless, “Got nothing to say now?”

“M-more, please.”

“That’s my pretty girl.”

Your composure slips away from the delicious friction and attention you got from him, not an ounce of shame shrouded you like it should for giving yourself up so instantaneous but you couldn’t help it. Not with him towering over you, making it seem like you were impossibly smaller than before and not when his rough fingers sent a wave of electricity through your core.

“You’re so wet, barely even had to do anything.” The coarse timbre of his voice was almost condescending, patronizing, to rile you up. Wetting his lips with a swipe of his tongue he watches your facial expressions for any discomfort only to find your mouth agape, eyes becoming bleary. So cute.

“Charles.” you whine impatiently, tugging at his wrist.

“Shhh I know, I know.” cooing sweetly at how endearing you were, he just couldn’t get enough and as much as he wants to stare and tease you like this for hours on end, he gives in, recalling the time crunch you both were in.

A shiver racks up your spine in excitement when he lowers himself onto his knees, getting himself leveled face to face with your lower half. Charles doesn’t let another second pass by, heavy hands sliding your panties down in one go and swiftly hiking up one of your legs over a shoulder, the movement authorizes him to catch a glimpse of your glistening cunt.

“God, such a pretty pussy.” he comments aloud, enabling a heat to rise up your body like a plague with embarrassment—a tint of pink adorning your cheeks from seeing how he licks his lips again this time from the view in front of his green irises.

Bunching up your skirt in one hand, he blows a breath onto your cunt, the sensation of the hot air already has you crumbling. He was drooling to have a taste. The tip of his tongue hasn’t even reached you yet and it was nearly unbearable to handle. Your fingers find its way to tangle in his hair—readying yourself, and when he finally licks a stripe up your folds your eyes practically roll back.

“Si bon goût.” (Taste so good.) he savors the flavor that floods his taste buds before diving back into your mouthwatering heat.

A moan of his name falling from you makes him palm at his cock whilst his lips encases over your clit to suck on it. The suction has you pulling at his hair, burying him between your thighs even more. Feeling your fingertips gripping onto his brown locks, nails oh so lightly scratching at his scalp stirs him up additionally. He lets out a groan into your sex, sending vibrations directly onto your bundle of nerves, producing a loud keen from you shortly after.

He draws back briskly, sending you a warning look, “Baby, stay quiet.”

The firmness of his voice causes your heart to skip a beat, you nod your head quickly without saying anything, worried of displeasing him. With your palm over your mouth, you wait expectedly for the return of his tongue, you were left surprised instead as it was replaced with his fingers, the impending sounds from your throat now being muffled.

Charles collects some of your slick with his index finger, dipping the digit into your entrance efficiently. You choked out a breath from how it stretched you out delightfully, always taken aback at how your lithe fingers were nothing compared to his, he consistently reaches places you’ve never even found yourself.

“So tight.” whispering amidst concentration, his face returns to a close proximity so that he can spit directly onto your clit. The saliva dribbles down to your hole assisting him to begin steadily pumping his finger inside of you.

“Oh god,” you remove your hand to display your gratification, “Feels so good Charles.” Though, he was moving way too sluggishly for your liking, “Need more.”

“Yeah?” tilting his head while looking up at you he smiles to himself pridefully, “What do you want amour? Tell me.”

The teasing never fails to have you shrinking within yourself; always self conscious of your timid voice breaking. But you don’t dwell on it too long this time as the minutes you have left together diminishes rapidly.

“Y-your tongue,” you stammer out bashfully solely to earn a raised brow, his facial expression reads that he was awaiting a specific term.

While he pauses expectedly at your words, you close your eyes—biting back at any remarks as your patience was running thin, “Please, Charles.”

“Good girl.”

Delving back in, he pecks your clit before flicking the tip of his tongue up against it. With your eyes screwed shut you quickly cover your mouth again. The only thing being heard in the driver’s room now is him lapping up your wet cunt.

He knew just how much force and where to lick to have you either begging him for more or murmuring out nonsense for him to stop within minutes. The stimulation was already building up remarkably, leaving you to melt just above him.

Charles can feel himself straining in his overalls now, praying that his cock calms down once he was done having his way with you. Though when his eyes scans up to devour your state, drinking in every reaction your face contorts into, he couldn’t handle it—he had to take care of it.

So while adding his middle finger into your soaked arousal, fucking you faster and obscenely flicking his tongue, his free hand palms at his aching cock.

With the stretch of now two of his fingers, the world around you begins to fade out with each ministration. Everything surrounding your sensitive body were nonexistent, just Charles and the blinding pleasure he brings upon you. It was all too much; the lewd wet sounds of him slurping and him humming as he tries to relieve himself at the same time. You weren’t gonna last long like this, especially since your abdomen was getting tighter and tighter, velvet walls securing around his fingers in a vice grip.

“I-hah!… ‘m gonna come.”

The pads of his digits curl into that sweet spongy spot so meticulously, achieving at finding it with no trouble, and with each plunge you were seeing stars in no time. Your drenched pussy squelches and echos around you so filthily and pornographicly, even he puffs out a breath—feeling like he’ll burst at any moment alongside you.

“Come baby.”

On demand, your head is thrown back against the wall and you let go all over his hand, rolling your trembling hips onto his face to get the most out of it. He works you through your spasming climax, fingers moving gradually now as you clamp down on him securely. Your stifled moans were enough for him to reach his own heavenly peak—dousing his briefs in spurts of white cum. He curses in his head hoping that it’s not noticeable and doesn’t seep through his race suit.

Droopy eyelids and strained breaths comes from you as he licks up your release, relishing the taste, legs now quivering in his hold due to the overstimulation. Post-orgasm bliss always made you look so graceful, it drives Charles to want to litter your face in kisses.

Knock Knock Knock.

In your stunned state you almost get whiplash when your head turns toward the noise. Your heart hammers in your chest in a rush of nervousness, frozen in place.

“Charles? Almost done getting ready?” A voice on the other side of the door breaks his trance and you avert your eyes to stare down at him with a frightened appearance. Massaging your thighs to sooth your worries an annoyed sigh departs him whilst giving you one final lick before pulling your panties back up, stabilizing himself onto his feet again.

“Yeah, nearly ready!” he cheekily smiles at you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “Be there in a sec!”

Charles jerks your chin to lure you into a deep kiss, having you taste your own essence.

“See you out there yeah?” Adjusting himself promptly, he leaves you in the room to catch your breath in shock, but not without a light smack on your ass first.

His morale was certainly high.

Charles got P2, and he was so damn smug about it during his time up on the podium—staring down at you with a shit-eating grin. A wink was sent your way, innocent to others around you, but the underlying meaning behind it was shared only for the two of you to understand.

Being the one that proposed this agreement had you rethinking your choices. You should’ve known better, Charles wasn’t ever satiated until you were reduced to nothing but a babbling crying mess underneath him.

And since he was in no rush with no one to stop him in this duration, he had all night to finally do the rest of what he wanted.

You were already spent—lying on your back as incoherent pleas leaves your swollen bitten lips from each thrust. The stretch of his cock makes slick from your pussy drool, the bed sheets now stained with your sweat and cum. Brain spinning and becoming mush because you’ve came one too many times tonight that you don’t even bother to keep count.

The incessant whines coming from you only encourages him a substantial amount. You looked absolutely enticing like this; mouth parted in astonishment, breathless moans leaving you every so often when he drives his hips further into you in a harsh manner. He doesn’t let up his relentlessness in the slightest either, no matter how much you whimper and push at him—fucking you like no one ever has is the only thing flooding his own thoughts.

Charles’ night couldn’t get any better, it’s one thing about receiving a shiny trophy for a wonderful accomplishment but getting lost inside of you was a far greater reward that he wishes he can have every time he wins.

“Such a good girl for me.” Mindless praises were spoken any chance Charles can muster up without sounding like he was falling apart himself. He was deranged, you felt like heaven and his gaping eyes never leaves the sight of your tight cunt swallowing him whole. When he feels your walls squeezing around his length for the umpteenth time of the night he hauls both of your legs over his shoulders, allowing him to stuff his cock to the hilt.

“Ah! too big— ‘s too much!” You shriek, small hands shoving at his stomach but incapable of wriggling away from his tight hold on your waist and with your energy depleted long ago it was useless. All you can do is claw at him, lay there, and take it.

Each stroke of his cock pounding into that pleasurable spot lying far inside causes your legs to tremble. He tries to distract the burning knot threatening to snap in your abdomen by pulling you into a searing kiss. The angle was dizzying, the way he was buried into you has your legs straining as they push against your chest. Only making you whine out increasingly by how impossibly deeper he got.

“Feels good, doesn’t it baby?” he smiles into the kiss, aware that you are unable to form a proper sentence without sounding like you were weak.

“Can’t- please! Ngh!—no more,” you shake your head, hanging dangerously close to the edge that it hurts, “Can’t come anymore!”

Sucking his bottom lip in between his teeth to stifle the guttural moan that tries to bully it’s way out of his throat, the head of his length twitches from your struggle to hang on.

He tuts his tongue in disapproval, “Mon amour, I know you can give me another.”

Bouncing off the walls of your shared hotel room were sounds of skin slapping against eachother along with your loud sobs of pleasure. The pace to fuck you dumb doesn’t let up, but when your cunt clamps around him, Charles furrows his brows at how awfully tight you got, slightly constricting him from moving.

“You look so pretty when I fuck you like this,” his thumb searched for your throbbing clit at once, rubbing tight circles in hopes to help you find that blissful release, “C’mon baby you can do it.”

As if we’re instinct, your back bows off the bed, body completely seizing up as your orgasm hits unexpectedly in a silent scream. He halts his pelvis sensing your sex quivering around his cock snugly, focusing on applying more pressure onto your pearl, massaging it more vigorously for your juices to gush all over his stomach and muscular thighs.

“That’s it!” he laughs in awe, “That’s a good fucking girl.”

“S-stop! No more!” You cry out, having enough of the overwhelming euphoria, hands clutching at his wrist to slow down. He seemingly took pity on you, noticing the overstimulation becoming too much so he tones it down touching you now leisurely, alleviating the torture.

You were given some time to come down from the mind breaking high, labored breaths returning back to its original state. When he pulls out his flushed cock from you slowly a shuddering hiss leaves his mouth because of the sensitivity. Still shaking from the aftershocks you set your legs down onto the mattress staying there in absolute bewilderment.

You thought it was over until you detected your weak limbs being maneuvered in little to no difficulty, being brought onto your stomach.

“You didn’t think we were actually done, did you?”

The silence was deafening before his tip nudges at your entrance again. You were foolish for making this deal indeed.

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lovrsm · 17 days

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I literally love this so much, you have noooo idea how excited I was about reading this!😭

WAVE OF YOU, C. LECLERC.

PROLOGUE — NEXT CHAPTER. [ SERIES MASTERLIST ]

PAIRING. charles leclerc x female reader.

CHAPTER ONE SUMMARY — It looks like any other shift at the coffee shop until the presence of a brown haired boy with dimples changes everything. The same boy you meet at the beach several days ago — the one who stood you up.

CONTENT WARNINGS. female reader, use of Y/N, alcohol use, fluff & friends being a menace.

GWEN’S RADIO MESSAGE. OH MY GOD! i'm so sorry it took me so long, but i was in the worst writers block of all times and couldn't get out of it :( but i forced myself to finish this today and ta-dah! i really hope you like it, your comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated. remember that if you want to be added to the taglist, you can reply to this post, send me a dm or leave it in my ask box!

“Come on, girl! We can’t be late today.” You groan in frustration, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips as you watch Daisy shake the sand out of her fur. She sits and looks up at you with her tongue out, head slightly tilted to the side. “Good girl.” You say, giving her one of her favorite dog treats. You put the collar on her and she happily starts walking by your side.

It’s a short walk, around ten minutes, from the beach to the coffee shop you started working at just two months ago. You like it so much that you probably spend more time there than in your own apartment. It’s cozy and family owned, and there is always a pleasant atmosphere even though there are always people coming in and out, one of the perks of having the shop so close to the beach.

And everyone loves Daisy too, so you’re allowed to bring her with you. While you work behind the counter, she chills by the door in her bed with her favorite bunny plushie. She brings joy and bright smiles to every single person that visits the coffee shop.

You can’t believe this is your life.

It wasn’t easy at first but making the decision to drop out of school and travel around the world wasn’t as difficult as breaking the news to your parents. And after everything you went through in these two years you deserve the good things and peace that is coming your way.

It was all worth it, missing your family, waking up in the middle of the night wondering if you made the right decision, the good and the bad… it was all worth it. You wouldn’t change a thing because it brought you to this; to Australia and to the wonderful people you’ve met.

“Good morning, Fred.” You say to the owner of the flower shop right next door to where you work. He smiles, waving goodbye to a client, before walking out to meet you.

“Hello, sweetheart.” His smile is contagious. You like to pass by him before going to work everyday because seeing someone be so happy and positive every single day is exactly what you need. “How was the beach today?”

“I had to drag her out of there before she got into the water.” He laughs, crouching down to pet Daisy and, in return, she licks his face.

Fred laughs and stands up, grabbing a bouquet of tulips. “These are for the shop,” He says before turning around and grabbing a single sunflower. “and this for you.”

Fred is a French man in his fifties that came to Australia following the love of his life. He didn’t have a plan, he just left everything behind; they’ve been married for thirty years.

“Always so sweet, Fred.” You place a kiss on his cheek, waving goodbye with the promise to bring some coffee for him later. He watches you walk away with that same big smile on his face.

You open the door of Brew’d Awakening, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and baked pastries welcoming you, as well as the bulldog resting next to the door.

“Hello to you too, Roscoe.” He huffs like telling you to hurry up. You let Daisy go and she immediately finds comfort next to Roscoe.

There aren’t many people — it is still pretty early — just a couple of regulars that like to grab their first cup of coffee before heading to work or the beach.

As you make your way to the counter, you find Kika sitting at one of the tables enjoying a cup of coffee while typing away on her laptop.

“What are you doing here so early?” You ask, plopping down on a chair next to her.

“Lewis wanted to discuss some things about the social media content,” She leans slightly to give your cheek a kiss. “and you’re meeting my boyfriend today.”

You gasp, turning to look at her with wide and surprised eyes. “What do you mean I’m meeting him?”

“I told you he’s gonna spend the summer here.”

“Yes, but I also remember you telling me that he had to go back?” Daisy nudges your leg with her nose, and you immediately know what she wants. “So, he’s back then?” Kika hums while you look for Daisy’s plushie in your bag.

“He’s coming because I left some things at his apartment.”

“So that’s why you didn’t come home last night.” She blushes, sticking her tongue out. “Whore.” Kika gasps, hitting you in the arm.

“Hello, pretty ladies.” Your co-worker, who practically lives in your apartment now, leaves an iced latte in front of you.

You take a sip of the drink, looking directly into his eyes. “I’m surprised I didn’t hear you sneak out this morning.”

“What do you mean? I wasn’t there this morning.”

“Alex, I literally heard you and Lily laughing at three in the morning,” Alex groans, sitting in front of you.

“In my defense,” He points a finger at you and really tries to think of something, but comes out with nothing. “Whatever, you like me too much to kick me out.”

“Unfortunately, you’re right.” You stand up when the door opens and a new customer enters.

“Good morning, kid.” Lewis gives you a pat on the back when you join him behind the counter, you kiss his cheek in return.

You spend the morning taking care of the customers while Alex and Lewis are responsible of preparing and serving the orders. It is a quiet and nice morning, like most Saturdays are, and you love it. You owe Kika everything, because if it weren’t for her you wouldn’t have found the coffee shop in the first place. She recommended you and it was all Lewis and Nico needed to hire you.

Lewis and Nico are a gay couple that, just like you, decided to settle down in Australia after traveling to different parts of the world. They opened Brew’d Awakening just five years ago but it’s going so well they have the opportunity to expand, but refuse to do it, knowing that the warmth and coziness of the Brew’d will be lost. You respect them for that.

You’re about to swap shifts with Alex when Kika shows up in front of you, a shy smile on her face.

“He’s here. I like him, okay? So, be nice.”

“I’m always nice!” You exclaim a little offended.

“I know, sorry. It’s just — I’m nervous.” She looks around before leaning closer. “He brought his friends because apparently we’re doing this ‘trade’ thing where I meet his friends and he meets mine.”

You hold your laugh, “Cute.”

“Stop making fun of me and come here or I’ll go mad.”

“I’m taking my break, is that okay?” You ask your boss, at which he nods, giving you a thumbs up.

You take off your apron as you walk around the counter. Kika is waiting for you in the middle of the shop, looking like a nervous wreck.

“I’ve never seen you so nervous before.” You place a hand on her shoulder, massaging to help her relax a little.

“Meeting the friends is a big deal.”

Well, she is right. You just didn’t realize how serious her relationship actually was until now.

Daisy wags her tail as she makes her way to you. And you immediately lean forward to scratch behind her ears.

You’re too busy to pay attention to the guy wrapping his arms around your friend and kissing her lips as a greeting. It is only when Kika clears her throat, kicking your leg to draw your attention, that you force yourself to let Daisy go.

“This is Pierre.” She says as you straighten back up. “Pierre, this is my friend Y/N.”

You look at the guy in front of you for a couple of seconds. His blue eyes are a little too familiar, but the more you try to remember from where you know him, the more you think that is probably just a coincidence.

“Oh my God, you’re Y/N!” Pierre laughs, making you and Kika frown. “This is fantastic.”

“What is fantastic?” A voice draws your attention, making you look behind Pierre.

Your heart skips a beat the second you see a pair of green eyes.

The green eyes of the surfer boy you met a few weeks ago at the beach.

Charles; who you never saw again.

It turns out that Charles wasn’t at the beach the next morning. You sat on the sand longer than necessary, thinking that maybe he was running late. But he never came. You didn’t see his friends either, so you simply picked up what was left of your dignity and walked back to your apartment with Daisy by your side.

The morning after that you decided to confront him, but he wasn’t there.

He never showed up at the beach again. And for a minute you thought it was all in your head, but that option was discarded when you bumped into the group of teenage girls sitting on the sand, wondering why the hot guys weren’t there.

At least you weren’t the only one looking for them.

You hadn’t thought about Charles in several days.

And now he’s standing in front of you with a big smile on his handsome face.

Ugh, you had forgotten the dimples.

“Y/N?” He asks, taking a step forward. “What are you doing here?”

“I work here.” You mutter bitterly, not wanting to engage in a conversation with him.

It’s childish, you have to admit it, but why is he gonna ask to see you just to not show up? And, okay, you were going to the beach the next day either way but you got all excited for nothing. You really wanted to get to know him, maybe even ask for his number. He seemed like a nice guy and his accent made butterflies erupt in your belly. But that was before he stood you up.

Kika looks between you and Charles with a confused expression on her face. You make the mistake of making eye contact with her because the next moment she’s gasping, her eyes wide as she finally puts the pieces together.

“Charles is the boy you met at the beach?!” You want to cover her mouth with your hand but you can barely move. You love her, you really do, but right now you want her to shut up.

Even from a distance, you can see the way his blush spreads over his cheeks. Charles runs a hand through his hair. You would pay a million dollars just to tangle your fingers in it to see if it is as soft as it looks.

You’re dragged back to the present when the doors open and Charles’ friends walk inside.

“Oi look who’s here!” One of his friends says — the curly-haired one — and they wave in your direction before walking to a nearby table. Daisy recognizes them, even though they were barely a few minutes in her presence, and she walks over to them.

“Nice to meet you, Pierre.” You plaster on a smile, turning to face him and Kika. “I wish I could stay and get to know you better, but I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around.” Pierre smirks, nodding along. “Now, if you excuse me, I need to get back to work.”

You walk back to the counter without looking at Charles again. Lewis looks at you with a raised brow and you shrug, that must have been the shortest break of all times.

You’re putting on your apron in front of the cash register, a line of customers ready to order, when you see Charles joining the line and waiting for his turn.

“Is that Kika’s boyfriend?” Alex whispers next to you while making an order. You look at where they’re sitting, the same table where all of Pierre and Charles’ friends are. They’re actually cute, unable to keep their hands to themselves.

You nod, busy writing the last order. “Hi, welcome to Brew’d Awakening, what can I get for you?” When you look up you’re met with Charles' blushed face, a small smile directed at you.

“Can we talk?” He looks genuinely nervous, and you feel a little guilty for making him feel that way. He’s the last one in line, so you nod. “I’m really sorry,” Charles breathes, closing his eyes. “I really wanted to be there the next morning but Pierre had to fly back to France and I couldn’t leave him alone.”

Your expression softens. He didn’t mean to stand you up then.

“We came back literally two days ago.”

You feel really bad now.

“Oh my God,” You let out a laugh, feeling embarrassed and so, so guilty. “I’m sorry. I guess I was a little hurt because I thought you stood me up — not that it was a date and we explicitly agreed to see each other.” You feel blood rushing to your face.

“I wanted to text you but I didn’t have your number,” Charles frowns, a nervous smile dancing on his lips. “and I couldn’t find you on Instagram.”

Your entire body shivers and the corners of your mouth curl up. “You really looked me up on Instagram?”

“Yea’,” He chuckles, shrugging. “I wanted—no, I want to know you. You are really pretty—cool, I mean.”

“So you don’t think I’m pretty?” You lean forward, hands resting on the counter and supporting your weight.

Charles' cheeks heat up as he tries to think of something to say, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water.

You take him out of his misery by giving him a little push on the shoulder.

“I’m joking.”

Charles looks at you for a second, and then says, “You are. Pretty, I mean.”

It is your turn to blush furiously. You have to look away if you don’t want to embarrass yourself in front of him.

“Are you gonna order or not?”

You both turn to look at the person standing behind Charles, clearly annoyed for having to wait too long. He apologizes before turning back to you.

“I’m gonna,” He points to the table where his friends are, and you nod, disappointed for being interrupted.

It’s a little awkward because he stands there for a whole minute just looking at you before waving goodbye and walking away.

The customer clears his throat and you’re dragged back to the present one more time.

You hear Alex and Lewis laughing behind you.

“Hey, we’re going to the club tonight.” Kika says as you clock out.

“Who is we?” You ask, grabbing your purse and the iced latte you made for the ride home.

“Pierre and a couple of his friends,” She takes a sip of her own matcha latte and sits on the counter. “You, Lily, Alex.” Kika pokes Alex’s ribs, who’s cleaning the counter next to her.

You chew on your bottom lip, the question is hanging from your tongue but you’re not able to voice it out. Kika must see the struggle on your face.

“Charles is coming too.” She has a knowing look on her face, but doesn’t make fun of you or ask what is going on with his boyfriend’s best friend. “So, are you coming?” She knows you’re going even before you nod your approval. “Someone left this for you.”

Kika hands you a napkin with a number written on it, a “Charles x” underneath a phone number.

Your heart starts hammering in your chest and you waste no time in pulling your phone out of your pocket to save his contact. You hesitate whether to message him or not when, suddenly, your screen lights up with a new message.

If you can’t stop smiling on the way home from the coffee shop and while you get ready for a night out, nobody (besides Kika) needs to know.

On the way to the club you think about every little moment and decision that has led you here, to this uber with your friends ready to spend a good night with new friends, and a pretty guy who’s clearly very interested in you. If someone would’ve told you two years ago that this was going to be your life, you would’ve laughed.

You feel nervous, getting out of the car and walking into one of your favorite clubs in the city.

The first thing you notice is the mass of people dancing along to the loud music. You think you’re gonna make your way to the bar as you always do the minute you walk inside but, instead, Kika guides you to where all the VIP booths are, near the back of the club and the DJ.

“Baby!” Pierre shouts over the music, drink in one hand. “And baby’s friends!”

“Oh my God, I think he’s already drunk.” Kika groans, making her way to her boyfriend and kissing his cheek before whispering something in his ear that makes Pierre blush. Okay, gross.

There are a lot of people in the booth. You recognize some of Charles’ friends and a few other people you’ve never seen before. Everyone’s talking with everyone and you’re wondering what to do when someone places a hand on your back.

“I was waiting for you.” Charles whispers with a low voice, and you feel weak in the knees immediately.

You turn around to face him and are blinded by his bright dimpled-smile.

“Hi.” You say, looking into those two green orbs you’ve missed. Just a little. “All my friends dumped me,” Looking behind Charles’ shoulder, you see Lily and Alex making out in the middle of the dancefloor, while Kika is sitting next to her boyfriend and talking with some of his friends. “so you’re stuck with me for the whole night.”

“Ugh,” Charles says, bringing his hand to his heart and pretending to be affected. “that’s horrible. Stuck with a pretty girl all night? I’ll just have to deal with it.”

You lean your shoulder into Charles’ side playfully and he moves a little closer, his hand still on your back. Apparently, blushing comes like a second nature to you ever since you met Charles.

“Wanna grab a drink?”

He doesn’t need to ask twice.

Charles guides you to the bar, keeping you close with his hand that has dropped from your back to your waist. His closeness is intoxicating and you can’t help but lean closer. Charles seems comfortable with the proximity, so you stay glued to his side as you walk to the bar, where you’re forced to pull away.

He asks the bartender for your drinks — after asking, very politely, what you’d like to drink — and leans against the counter with you by his side.

You tilt your head and observe him for a little while, Charles too busy grabbing your drinks to notice the attention. It is only when he turns to hand you the glass that he notices your gaze on him, his cheeks heating up immediately but his eye contact doesn’t waver. He just stands there with two drinks and people bumping into him, looking at you as if you’re the only person in the world.

You shake your head, grabbing your drink. “Thank you.”

You don’t really know how much time you spend at the bar chatting with Charles, but you don’t want it to end. Charles tells you about his life back in Monaco, you learn that he came very close to the racing world before his father passed away and he decided to quit — not his younger brother though, who is currently racing in Formula 1 — and dedicate his life to his other passion: architecture. And in return you tell Charles more about your decision to travel the world and not going to college, he shares some of your opinions and you’re surprised how easily you’re able to share things about your life with him.

“I don’t know where life would take me,” You take a sip of your second drink, resting your elbows on the counter. “but I’m happy where I am right now.”

“You should think about visiting Monaco, I’m sure you’ll fall in love with it.” Charles has a strange glint in his eyes that forces you to look away.

“Hey, lovebirds!” A guy throws his arms around yours and Charles’ shoulder. You recognize him as one of his beach friends.

“Dani.” Charles groans, but relaxes against his friend’s chest. “Where are Max and Lando?”

“With the DJ,” You both turn to look at the DJ booth, and right there next to him is Lando and, to his other side, the blonde guy you remember as Max. Both of them look very drunk. “Oscar wants to take them home but I said that as long as neither of them throws up, we’re good.”

Dani asks for a couple of drinks and makes small talk. He’s absolutely hilarious and doesn’t stop making fun of Charles.

“He kept asking us if we’d seen you. Every. Single. Day.” Charles pushes him away but that doesn’t stop him. “And sent like a thousand selfies pouting and trying to bribe us to look for you around the city.”

“Daniel!” Charles exclaims, mortified. He squeezes his eyes shut and drops his head forward.

Dani just laughs and, once his drinks are ready, walks away. Still making fun of his friend.

“It’s cute.” You confess, feeling brave enough to lift his chin up with your hand. “I’m glad you were trying to find me, even though I thought you had forgotten about me.”

“How could I?” He smiles, his dimples on full display. “Afraid of sounding like a complete psychopath, I’m gonna confess that the only thing on my mind while I was away was our interaction at the beach.” His cheeks are blushed as he plays with the buttons of his shirt. “And how sorry I was for not asking for your number.”

You’re one second away from falling to the floor and melting onto it.

Charles is definitely not helping with the racing of your heart and the need to be a normal and a functional person.

“I’m sorry,” Charles’ voice is gentle.

“Don’t be,” You place a hand on his forearm and squeeze softly before letting go. “Afraid of sounding like a complete psychopath,” You repeat his exact same words which makes him laugh, his whole face lighting up. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it either. Well, until I was beginning to get angry at myself for thinking about it even after you stood me up.”

Charles groans, putting his face in his hands.

“I’ve a lot to make up for.”

He looks back up and you make eye contact until Charles glances down at your lips, then back up at your eyes. And the room suddenly feels too crowded and too hot.

“You’ll have plenty of time for that.”

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the summer i turned pretty - charles leclerc & arthur leclerc

a reader x charles leclerc/arthur leclerc love triangle

warnings: intoxicated (but consensual) kissing

a/n: trying out a written piece/smau/texts weird hybrid but it was all i could come up with to get this idea across! i hope you all like it <3 (there will be a part 2)

also this was requested!! i'm so sorry anon i lost the ask but i hope u see it and like it anyways

Day 1

France is a place that isn’t easy to forget, but having lived there your whole life made it seem ordinary. The country that saw me grow up, and that I was glad to call home, failed to impress me every day because I was used to it. The beautiful architecture, history, and tourist attractions weren’t as beautiful to me anymore; it was my day-to-day life.

That wasn’t true for the beach house in Nice. It wasn’t mine, or my family’s, but that place never failed to impress me, even if it was my day-to-day life every summer. The Leclerc summer home was my favorite place on Earth. From its blue and white facade, the soft beige interiors, the pool and beach view, the big dining room, and the incredible company, there’s no place I’d rather be in right now.

“Y/N L/N, you have arrived!” Charles Leclerc, the ultimate reason for this place’s beauty, yelled out to me.

“Charles Leclerc, I have arrived!” I replied blushing, and opening my arms into an embrace. As every time I hugged him, my body relaxed and tensed somehow at the same time, safe and nervous, loved and not loved back. But aren’t all childhood crushes like that?

“I’ve also arrived, pote. If you even care,” my wonderfully annoying older brother, Alexandre, interjected. Charles let me go to greet my brother, and I turned to find the youngest Leclerc, Arthur, on his way to hug me hello.

“Hi, chérie,” he said with a smile on his face, ruffling my hair affectionately.

“Hi, Arthur. Up to no good once again?”

“I’m always up to all good!”

Pascale Leclerc, the boys’ mother, greeted me with cheeks kisses and pinches. Everyone then swarmed my mom, Alice. Sometimes I think my friends love her more than they love me, but that was deserved.

As every year before, everyone finally felt at home. And as every year before, the inaugural pool party started.

“Y/N L/N, will you do me the honor of joining me at the pool?” Charles exaggeratedly held out his hand, as if we were Royals in a ball. Antics that I was happy to oblige with. Too happy for my dignity to recover.

As we made our way inside, and swam a couple laps playing around on who is faster, we wound up floating peacefully on a corner with the sun beginning to set.

“I missed you,” Charles said out of nowhere, making my heart do a somersault.

“I miss you too,” I managed to reply, feeling the blush on my cheeks.

“I want to hear from you more often. I know I’m busy with racing, but I always can make time for you Y/N.”

The thing about unrequited love is any show of affection feels like a marriage proposal. But of course I could not deny his request. He was, above all else, one of my best friends and one that I needed to be there for.

Hervé Leclerc passed away the year before, a couple months after the summer vacation. We didn’t know it would be the last time we spent with him, and I was worried about what this year’s vacation would be like with the boys’ father missing.

“I’m always here for you,” I vowed and he gave me a quick, chaste kiss on my forehead. To make sure I wouldn’t forget my promise.

As I looked at Charles’ glistening face against the darkening sun, I realized we would be okay.

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Day 2

“Chérie,” was the first voice I heard as I woke up, with Arthur knocking on my door for show and letting himself in.

“Too early,” I whined back and hid under the covers, to have them ripped from me by the guy in my room.

“It’s time for the sunrise beach walk,” he replied and I knew he was right, so I let myself be dragged outside the house. I couldn’t say no, since the sunrise walk at least once during the vacation is also a tradition between Arthur and I.

It was also worth it; we silently agreed for that to be time to catch up, be honest, and be vulnerable ever since we began taking the walks. This one would be particularly hard too.

“I really, really miss my dad,” he said, putting his arm around my shoulders to walk side by side.

I didn’t know how to handle Hervé’s death with the boys.

Enzo was older than me, even beyond his years, and there was nothing I could say that would be wiser, or better than what he had to say.

Arthur was quiet and reasonable, way more accepting of inevitables than me, more useful to himself than me.

Charles was passionate but closed, a master at compartmentalization, never letting me in even if I’d like to.

But Arthur, ever my closest friend, still needed my support.

“I know you do,” I replied softly and squeezed his hand. “It’s only normal, and I’m sorry you’ve been dealt these cards.”

Grief is a strange thing, but on the beach I hoped I let Arthur know that I would always be by his side, and that the sun will always rise again for him. With his steady breathing while leaning on me as we sat on the sand, I knew he understood.

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Day 3

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This was the third year Arthur and I were invited to parties that Alexandre and Charles went to. The promotion from little siblings to cool siblings opened up a new world in Nice. Especially one where I could ignore my schoolgirl crush on Charles through alcohol.

So I happily got ready, into a pink summer dress and into the car that would drive us all to an even bigger house filled with a bunch of privileged European kids ready to drink the night away.

The first drink came from Antoine, who sadly had a beautiful girl around his arms that indicated he wouldn’t be a good distraction. The second one came from Amelie, my Nice girlfriend, who was happy as ever to see me and catch up with me before she also found an arm candy and promptly left. The third one was on me, as I was forced to stare at Charles making out with a girl I learned was named Charlotte.

After that, I stopped counting and kept drinking, joining the dance floor to enjoy the numb feeling in my face, the new found careless attitude, and the music blasting in my ears.

Before I could process it, Arthur was in front of me, the blush on his face indicating he was also intoxicated. What started as a normal jumping around like one does at a party, progressed to a point where his hands were on my waist and my hands were on his neck.

I couldn’t even recognize the song anymore, too entranced on the way his eyes were on mine. There were no words, as was usual between him and I. We just knew.

I wouldn’t take the first step, but he would. Arthur’s lips met mine in a strong, messy kiss. I didn’t pull away. I did want it. And it wasn’t scary.

When we stopped to take a breath, I realized I wanted to kiss him again. As I was leaning in, taking the initiative myself now, another force pulled me away.

I walked by inertia, trying not to fall down in following who was leading me away from the crowd. When I looked up, I recognized it to be Charles.

I couldn’t breathe from the adrenaline of the kiss I just shared, but also from the touch of Charles’ hand on mine, even if it was to take me out of the party.

My reaction was all too slow, finally starting to protest.

“What are you doing? Let me go,” I defensively said, snatching my hand away from his. The butterflies didn’t leave anyways.

“You’re drunk, let’s go home,” Charles coldly replied and held my hand again on his way to the car.

“Why would I want to go home? I’m having fun,” I continued to protest and he continued to pay me no mind.

As he put me inside the vehicle, despite my clumsy attempts to fight it, and slammed the door, I continued to think about what this could possibly be about. Where was Charlotte? Where was Arthur? What was happening?

My head spun and he got in the driver’s seat, turning the ignition on.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“You’re drunk. You don’t kiss people when you’re drunk.”

“That makes no sense.”

“You don’t kiss people you haven’t kissed sober.”

“Its Arthur!”

“Exactly!”

The back and forth continued all the way to the house, my thoughts sobering up with every passing moment.

“If you don’t want me to be with your brother because you don’t think I’m good enough, that’s really not your choice,” I told him decisively, crossing my arms and pouting like a child throwing a tantrum.

That was the only explanation for what Charles just did. He didn’t think a Leclerc should be with someone like me, and was doing everything he could to prevent it.

When he started laughing, I wasn’t so convinced anymore.

“What’s so funny?”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about. I just made the biggest scene out of jealousy, and you’re saying I don’t think you’re good enough.”

Time froze and my mouth went dry. The confession made its way through my entire bloodstream, replacing the alcohol effects with pure shock. My head was spinning for entirely different reasons, and my brain couldn’t bring the words out. What would I even say?

I opened my mouth but nothing came out, and Charles put his face on his hands in frustration, before leaving the car. I still could only think what is happening?

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pon de replay - cl16 (+18)

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Summary: The one where Charles decide to prove to everyone that it is him that you belong to, and only him.

Pairing: charles leclerc x reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: smuttt, nothing but pure filth, one might even say it is pwp, unprotected sex (cover your willy don’t be silly), oral (f receiving), kinda exhibitionism?, public sex, jealous charles, possessive charles, carlos being a little shit because he’s bored, poor lando, not even sure if i fulfilled the request or not, minors dni!!

Request: “HELLOOOO! i have an idea and you don’t have to write it but it’s been rattling around in my brain and im never gonna write it (i constantly have way too many ideas to write them fr) myself so i figured i’d send it to you cause you��ve kinda restored my F1 phase with your work. basically, reader being very goofy, funny, and maybe a little bit too loud at times. just like a very silly and bubbly personality and she hangs out with some of the f1 boys (maybe because she’s famous in her own right like a dancer or something) so naturally EVERYONE ships her with lando. like hardcore, almost as bad as one direction fans ships (iykyk), and it sorta makes sense cause when they’re together it’s pure and utter chaos and they both express themselves with physical touch B U T ! she’s actually with charles. to her it makes total sense to be with charles instead of lando cause while lando is definitely attractive he’s too much like her and it’d be like dating herself whereas charles brings out a new calm side to her and she can bring out a goofier side to him. opposites attract type shit😭. maybe a little angst cause charles hates seeing all the edits and also feels a little insecure cause lando and reader DO make sense together in his mind so why’d you pick him instead? then like soft fluff/smut reassurance that charles is literally the man of her dreams, a literal fucking prince, and the best person she’s ever been with. ANYWAYS, im rambling! again, you don’t have to write this if you don’t connect with it or don’t have time i just needed an outlet SOMEWHERE for all the F1 brain rot.”

Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! i first of all want to start by saying that i’m very sorry that this isn’t exactly like the request, like at all, but it took me a criminal amount of time to actually get this finished so we’re not going to focus on that. okay? okay, great!! in all and all it was actually quite fun to work on this at the beginning, it was just kinda hard for some reason to work on the actual smut part, but i hope you guys enjoy! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms.

Charles wouldn’t call himself a possessive person, not a chance. He might be ambitious, and competitive, but possessive? That, he is not. He’s never been the type of get jealous of his partner’s friends, whether male or female, because he likes to think that he is mature enough to understand that people have friends. It’s that simple. And he is most definitely not the type of person to comment on what you wear when you’re going out, he is just not that guy. He’s fairly certain that his mother would materialise out of thin air and give him a good beating if he were to do that. So when you asked him about the dress you have on earlier before you left his apartment, the one that clings to your body so tightly that he can practically make out the outline of your tits from across the room? He just smiled and told you to have fun tonight – because he’s there to make sure you’re not put off by anyone staring at you in it.

So yeah. He’s not usually the type to let the jealousy take over his ability to think things out rationally, but when his girlfriend is dancing her heart away in the middle of the dance floor while every red-blooded men watch her with the same look in their eyes? Yeah, it’s not easy to keep his emotions in check at the moment given the circumstances. And it’s not that he even intends to pout like a petulant child at the bar, making sure to keep an eye on you, it’s just that he is an expressive person and his face reflects what he’s feeling that well. Totally because of that. It’s scary how utterly focused he is on you, watching your every move to make sure no one is bothering you, though you don’t seem to be in need of his help as he watches you dance with one of the girls you met when you first arrived to the club – and with Lando, though he tries not to focus on that part too much.

It's fine, though, he tries to make himself believe, it’s fine as long as you’re having fun. Though that doesn’t necessarily stop him from throwing daggers into Lando’s direction as covertly as he can. The way he has a friendly arm around you is driving him crazy, and he is not above stomping over there to pull you under his arm, drag you to the nearest bathroom and– Well, maybe he shouldn’t get too far ahead of himself just yet.

“They look good together, no?” He hears someone ask him from the side. He realises it is his teammate when he turns to give the person a glare.

“Who?” He asks, deciding to play dumb, but he can’t help himself as he makes a face while focusing his gaze back on you.

“You know who I’m talking about, cabrón!” Carlos exclaims, laughing as he pats him on the back and points to the two of you with a tilt of his head, “I’m glad he’s finally doing something about it rather than sulking around like a geriatric toddler.”

If he would have turned around any faster, Charles is sure his neck would actually, possibly, break. “What?” he spits out as he turns around, “Do you mean her and Lando?”

Carlos gives his teammate a confused look, “Yes,” he drawls out, “you didn’t know he had a crush on her? I thought the entire paddock knew!” Charles feels a surge of disbelief and a tinge of anger bubbling within him.

He wouldn't call it possessiveness, more like a primal instinct to protect what's his. But this revelation catches him off guard, shattering his carefully constructed facade of nonchalance. With doing his best to keep calm under the situation, he asks, “Are you sure you’re not making things up? I feel like you’re misreading the situation here.”

That receives another confused look from his teammate, and though Charles is quite the perceptive person, he misses Carlos starting to put the pieces together – thanks to his overreaction. “I guess so,” Carlos mumbles, loud enough for Charles to hear him in the loud club, “he’s always talking about her, though. The way she smiles, her hair, her dresses; did you know he even went to see one of her performances in Vegas?” Carlos feels bad, really, but there is also something so fulfilling in confirming his theories as he watches his teammate’s eyes bulge out at the mention of one of your dance shows in Vegas. Because Charles knows what those entail.

“I-in Vegas?” He stutters out, eyes moving to focus on your dancing figure again. And at that moment, he absolutely hates Lando. He hates him for having his arms around you, he hates him for dancing with you to the beat in a rhythm he never seems to be able to keep up with, he hates him for the way everybody seems to think the two of you seem to make a handsome couple, and he absolutely hates him for the way he makes you smile.

Charles Leclerc is not a possessive guy – until it comes to you, that is.

“Charles?” He hears Carlos call out his name, but he’s out of his seat long before he can hear the end of his sentence. He doesn’t mean to stomp across the dance floor to get to you. He really doesn’t. He also doesn’t mean to grab you by your arm and put a pause on your fun. And the smile you give him and the way you wrap your arms around his neck while you call him ‘Charlie’? Makes his heart stutter in a way that makes him forget why he ever came over in this first place. Because this should be normal – you, having male friends and spending time with them should not make him insecure. He should be fine with you and Lando spending time together because you both love the hustle and bustle of a club. But at that moment, he doesn’t care about what should be normal, no. He cares about the fact that someone other than him has managed to make you smile, and that he needs to remind you that he’s the only one who should be on the receiving end of all your smiles.

So when he drags you away from the dancefloor (and Lando, for that matter), he doesn’t listen to your objections. He doesn’t care about the way Carlos is watching from his place from the bar, putting all the pieces together as he shares a look with Lando. And he most definitely doesn’t care about the fact that he’s about to fuck you in the club’s bathroom. Well, maybe he does care about that last part. “Charlie,” you whine, your voice clearly scratched from shouting along the lyrics of the songs playing throughout the night, and he doesn’t miss the way you slur his name ever so slightly – which tells him that you had at least two drinks. Cosmopolitans, if he had to guess. “Pleaaase,” you drag out the word, pulling on his shirt to get his attention, “they are playing my song!”

His first mistake is to look at you, because the way your lips form a pout and the way you’re giving him puppy dog eyes is usually strong enough for him to give in. Though this is no usual situation. So instead of moving the two of you back to the dancefloor, he grabs you by your cheeks and presses his lips against you. In the middle of the club, where everybody can see him doing it. The way his lips move against yours is aggressive, and you’re definitely out of breath when he does move away. Cosmopolitans, he realises after tasting you. You've had cosmopolitans. Then, he just gives you a look, threads his fingers through yours and raises an eyebrow. Then he asks, “Are you going to be a good girl and come with me now, or should I do this the hard way and just carry you on my shoulder?”

If this was any other situation, you would totally say something bratty back. Hell, you might have actually said something rude if it meant him being rough with you, maybe spanking you a few times just enough times for you to learn your lesson. But you understand that this is no ordinary situation from his voice and the expression on his face. Charles is like that, you suppose. He’s an open book – meaning that it is very easy to understand what kind of a mood he’s in just by looking at his face, or listening to the undertone of his voice. And right now? Right now you know he’s pissed. You don’t necessarily know what you did, nor do you care. Mainly because all you want to do is make him feel better simply because of the reason that he is one of those people who’s just meant to smile at all times, not frown.

And so you nod gingerly, squeaking out a thimble, “Yes.” You finally meet his eyes as you wrap yourself around his arm, pushing yourself closer to him in the crowded club. “I’ll be good.”

This thumb does that thing where he caresses your knuckle, and he starts moving you through the crowd again. This time, however, you try to stick to him by matching the speed of his steps rather than trying to stay back. You told him you’d be good, you intend to keep your promise. He’s quiet all the way to the bathroom, and he’s quiet when he motions you to get inside, and he’s quiet when he closes to door and promptly locks it behind your back. You think for a moment you’re just there for a chat, maybe about that something you might’ve done, but Charles takes you by surprise as he grabs your waist and pushes you against the door, causing your eyes to widen with realisation of what you’re about to do in that bathroom.

“Charles, what’s wrong?” You try to ask, but he shuts you up with another kiss. And if you thought the previous kiss was aggressive, this one absolutely consumes you. He doesn’t even give you a fighting chance as his tongue quickly dominates yours, and he is relentless as he nips at your lower lip. You can’t help the mortifying moan that leaves your lips, and you push him away to inhale deeply. “What has gotten into you?” You ask, eyes wide due to the adrenaline coursing through your veins, “What happened?”

“You, happened.” He growls. And by that, you mean that he actually growls. His voice is a few octaves deeper than his usual voice, and you can see that he’s snappy. There is this dark look in his eyes that would otherwise scare you if you didn’t know him, but you do. Because he’s your Charles.

And you know this because the quickly leans into your touch when you bring one of your hands up to cup his cheek, giving him a confused look. “Did I do something?” You ask, voice soft amidst the humid bathroom. “Oh my god, is it my dress? Is it too short?” Your eyebrows draw closer as you start properly spiralling. “I knew I should’ve worn the shorts, why didn’t you say something?”

Your mini monologue about your party attire must have struck a chord because Charles suddenly exhales heavily, his forehead resting against yours as he closes his eyes. “No, non, it's not about the fucking dress,” he lashes out, his voice strained, and lace with something else that you can’t quite catch. “I don’t care what you wear, though I do appreciate the easy access.”

“Easy access?” You repeat, testing out the words as you come to a realisation. “What?” You exclaim, quickly taking your hand away from his face to lightly slap at his chest. “No! We are definitely not doing that here, are you out of your mind? You pulled me away because you can’t keep it in your pants until we’re home?”

“And why not?” He asks, and this time, you can see the unbridled rage behind his look. “Would you rather go back to Lando out there? You looked quite happy in his arms after all.”

And the realisation dawns on you right then and there. That this isn’t about your choice of dress for the evening, no. It is about Lando. Though you don’t get that part, since he’s both of your friend, so why is Charles being like this? And you would ask him, of course. But the look he gives you indicates that he doesn’t want to be tested in that exact moment.

So instead, you attempt to calm him down, by dragging your hand gently down his chest and wrapping your arms around his middle. He is like that, your Charles, sometimes he just wants to be held to see reason. “Charlie,” you call out, voice soft as you give him a pleading look, “why don’t you tell me what this is about, hm?”

You think he’s going to finally give in for a moment, but then he just gives you a blank stare. “I don’t want to talk,” he grunts, pulling you flush against him by the hands he has on your waist. His lips are on your neck faster than you can say anything, working his way towards your collarbones. The faint whimpers that come out of your lips bring a small smile to his lips knowing that he’s the one causing them, not Lando or any other guy.

“Charles,” you gasp, your fingers tangling in his hair as his lips trail along your skin. Despite the confusion and frustration swirling within you, you can't deny the way his touch ignites a fire deep within you, consuming your thoughts and leaving you breathless with desire. But as much as you crave his touch, you know that there are unresolved issues between you, issues that need to be addressed before you can fully give yourself to him in this moment. “Charlie,” you repeat, your voice barely above a whisper as you gently push against his chest, urging him to stop. “Stop, we need to talk about this.”

“Talk about what?” He asks, all breathy and with a wild look in his eyes. You can see that he’s trying to hold himself back, but at the same time his hands keep moving on your body in a way that makes you want to let him lose control and perhaps even join him. He successfully ignores your attempts at pushing him away, sliding his hands down on your body to grab the hem of your dress, clenching the material in his hand while dragging it upwards on your thighs until he reaches the soft skin of your stomach. “I have a thing in mind which might help me feel better.” Unable to take your eyes off of him, you take a stuttered breath as you watch him slowly get down on his knees, his lips pressing kisses starting form your sternum continuing down your body over your dress until you feel his lips on the exposed skin of your stomach. His kisses stop once he’s met with the top lining of your underwear, looking at you with a mischevious glint in his eyes as he nips at the nimble lace adorning the top. You call out his name in a weak whimper – though it is not clear to you, nor him, whether you’re asking him to stop or go on. Charles decides to go with the latter. “You know what to say if you want me to stop.”

You don’t really need his reminder, you realise, but it is a welcome one. Your cheeks blush even further when you feel his gaze on you as he lowers his face towards your core, leaving a sweet kiss onto your clit through the fabric of your thong. Suddenly, you want nothing more than to just rip to whole thing apart so there is nothing separating you from him, but you know the game, and you especially know that the ending is sweeter than what you could ever imagine at that moment. And so you wait – you wait until he eventually makes his move and gives your slit a generous lick through the fabric. Watching you is equal parts thrilling and painful, mainly because he wants to drag out his teasing as long as possible just to see you falling apart for him. It’s second nature to you, the way your hand threads through his hair to move him the way you want to, but it is of course not an option because it’s Charles who is in charge.

He makes this known by the way he pulls away, ignoring the way your hands scramble to guide him back to where you want him to be. He nips at the skin of your thigh in a warning manner, pulling a whine from your lips as he fixes you with a look, “You’re not in control tonight, mon bijou, I’ll stop if you try to take over. You got that?” It’s sobering to see him take control in such a way, you sweet little Charles. Usually, he has no problem just laying back and letting you take all the control, or even just making you believe you do. But now? With the way he’s looking at you with such hunger? You know you’d be soaking through your underwear if you weren’t so wet for him already. All you can do is offer him a meek nod, with your lips hanging open in shock, but he is not satisfied with your answer. No, he needs to hear you say the words. So, being the initiative person that he his, he tips at your skin again, this time earning himself a whimper along a grumble about how he’s being unreasonable. He isn’t, but that’s a topic to discuss another time, he decides. “I said, you got that?”

“Yes! Fine, yes!” You whine, grabbing your dress even tighter with your fist that isn’t buried in his hair, “Please just make me come.”

“See?” He asks, flashing you a sweet smile as he lowers his face back onto where you need him the most, “It wasn’t that hard now, is it?” The grumble about how he’s about to be the hard one, makes him chuckle to himself, the rumbling from it making you moan his name as he finally gives you what you want. His tongue works fast as he laps on the wetness through your underwear, soaking the material even more without a care in the world. If you weren’t wet before, you’re sure you’re definitely wet as he drags his tongue through your slit and back onto your clit to suck it through the fabric, causing you to let out a string of moans, each getting considerably louder as he works on your cunt.

The breath is knocked out of your lungs as the moments pass, as you become closer and closer to your impending release. You don’t even notice the fact that you’ve started to move your hips to match the rythym of his tongue, seeking something more to make you tip over the edge. You’re also very aware of the fact that Charles is letting you what you want to do, and though you’re scared out of you midn that he’ll stop like he threatened to do before, the little nod he gives you when you give him a pleading look assures you that he also wants you to come undone on his face.

Or so you’ve thought.

Because he knows your body so well that jus as you’re about to come he pulls back, leaving you high and dry, and even has the nerve to chuckle when he hears his name coming out of your mouth in a high pitched whine. You’re so lost in the moment that you almost miss the way he gently grabs your hands and removes them from his hair, pinning them above you and pushing you against the wall. “Why?” You whine, lips pushed out in a pout as your voice gets gradually whinier, “I was so close, Charles.”

“Oh, baby,” he cooes, “I know you were, I could feel it too.” He starts peppering your feverish skin with kisses, as if to say sorry for leaving you on the brink of an orgasm, and you find yourself arching your neck to expose more of your skin to his skillfull lips. You should stop him, some part of you screams to you in your head, because with the way he’s disguising the fact that he’s marking you with hickeys, but you don’t care at that moment. Your every breath and moan seem to motivate him to work faster, and harder, and when he eventually pulls back to leave a bruising kiss on your lips. A smirk finds its way onto his lips as he gives you an eyeing down, taking in how breathless you look. “Don’t worry, mon bijou, I’ll fuck you now, okay?”

You don’t even realise the nod you give him, too lost in his eyes to put words together to form a proper sentence. He’s gentle with you as he lets go of your hands and positions you the way he wants. With one of your legs wrapped around his hip he has better access to your soaked underwear, his fingers working quickly to pulling it aside. You don’t know when he managed to get himself free from his pants and underwear, but that doesn’t stop you from letting out a loud moan when you feel the tip of his cock circling your clit. “Please, please, please,” your voice cracks as you frantically beg him to do something more. You’d love nothing more than to scold him for the way he shushes you condescendingly, but any complaint you had evaporates when you feel him nudge your entrance. “Please,” you breathe out again, giving him pleading looks as you try to pull him closer somehow, “You promised me you’d fuck me.”

That manages to pull out a beathy chuckle for him, and as if he’s trying to console you, you feel his fingers gently caressing the skin of your hip. “Why don’t you do it yourself, hm?” A grin widens on his lips when you give him a look of confusion, and he leads one of your hands between your bodies for you to wrap it around his cock. “You want me inside you, right?” He rewards your tentative nod with a series of kisses down the column of your throat, “Come on then,” he mumbles into your skin, “put it in, pretty girl.” Exhaling a shaky breath, you keep your eyes on him as you guide him through your entrance. A gasp is torn from your lips when you feel his tip entering you, the initial stretch being more overwhelming because of the fact that you’re standing up. But Charles is quick to soothe you with his kisses down your neck, letting you control the rhythym and how further he can move inside you at first. With your hand making its way down to his hip, pressing him close to you, he quickly gets the message that you’re ready for him. “You’re ready?” He double-checks, raising his head to fix his eyes to yours.

“I swear to god if you don’t fuck me right now–” Your words are interrupted when you feel him move his hips back, just enough to have his tip inside you, and then he snaps his hips forward to thrust back in, making your breath hitch at the back of your throat. It doesn’t take very long for you to become a moaning mess, in fact, you’re more than ready to fall apart for him then and there, but you know he won’t let you until he gets his point across.

“Look at you, mon bijou,” Charles darkly chuckles, hips matching the rhythym of the song playing outside at the dance floor, “what would people think if they saw you being such a mess for me in a club’s bathroom?” And the whine you let out in response to his question nothing if pathethic, but you can’t find it in you to care because of how good he’s making you feel. “Yes?” He prompts you, mocking the whiny ‘Yes’, that leaves your mouth before you start begging him to let you come. But he doesn’t, because he knows you can hold it until he’s ready for you too, and he tells you just that.

“So good, Charlie, so good,” you can’t help the broken moans you let out as he fucks you to the brink of an orgasm. But that is not enough for him, no. He needs everyone to know the two of you are together now, needs to get out all of his pent up frustrations out.

So when the opportunity presents itself with Lando knocking on the door asking if you are okay? A knowing smirk find its way onto his lips, and you try to silently plead with him with your eyes. “You want to cum?” He whispers in your ear, his thrusts becoming faster. “Say my name if you want to come, baby.”

“Please–” You gasp, hands grabbing the shirt he’s wearing. It’s no avail even if you try to keep your voice down. Because when Charles finds a way to slither his hand down between your legs and starts rubbing your clit in firm circles? You know there is no way you can stay quiet through your orgasm. “Why?” You manage to get out, “God, Charles please.”

“Tell me who’s making you feel so good, pretty girl.” He encourages you, his rhythym now almost brutal as he tries his best to make you come for him. “Come on, tell me who you belong to.” He chuckles darkly when he sees you shaking your head. “It’s not Lando, it’s me. You hear that?” Uh-huh, is the only answer he receives in return, but he is of course not satisfied with it. So, he gently pinches the inside of your thigh. “Tell me who’s going to make you come, or I’ll stop.”

“N-no!” You exclaim, too overwhelmed to see that his threat is an empty one, because he would never actually do something like that to you. “Please, please don’t stop.”

“Come on,” he cooes, the sweet words he whispers into your skin making you more and more malleable to his request. “Say my name baby, let me hear you.”

“Charles,” your loud moan cuts the heavy air in the bathroom. Cheeks flushed, breath unorganised and with that wild look in your eyes? There’s nothing Charles wouldn’t do for you. With every move of his hips, you moan his name louder, eventually tipping over the edge as he feels you squeezing his cock so tight that he almost loses himself then and there.

That’s not to say he doesn’t, of course. Because just as you’re about done with your orgasm, you feel him come inside you, chanting your name alongside mine, mine mine. It takes a long time for the both of you to get back to your senses, but he’s extremely gentle with you as he helps you down and fixes your underwear. You find yourself snuggling up to him when he eventually takes you into his arms after fixing his own clothing, nuzzling your nose to his neck. “You know, I think I like the jealous side of you.” You mumble, leaving a few kisses across his jaw.

“Yeah?” He asks, a breathy chuckle leaving him as he cradles your face with both of his hands, his thumbs caressing the apples of your cheeks.

“Yeah.” You nod, giving him a small smile, “But I need you to take me home, please, I can feel your cum dripping down my leg.”

“Oh baby,” he coos, tutting as he slides his hands down your body to grab you by the waist, “we’re not going home, it would be rude to leave our friends by themselves. Don’t you think so?” The flabbergasted look that you give him makes another chuckle come from his lips as he slowly turns you towards the door. His lips find the junction between your neck and shoulder again as he announces, “We’re going to go back out there, and we’re going to dance. We wouldn’t want you to miss your song now, would we?”

And when he opens the bathroom door and you hear the first words to a Rihanna song you love? You know it’s going to be a long night ahead of you.

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Lay all your love on me | CL16

Author’s notes: part 2 of The Florence Nightingale Effect I recommend reading it first for a clearer understanding. Again, not happy with how it turned out, be kind and show some love. Warnings: jealous!Charles X soft!reader Summary: Every man looks like a potential threat to Charles. Y/N is sure he has nothing to worry about and she knows why.

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I wasn't jealous before we met Now, every woman I see is a potential threat And I'm possessive, it isn't nice You've heard me saying that smoking was my only vice

But now it isn't true Now everything is new And all I've learned has overturned I beg of you

Don't go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me (Lay all your love on me - ABBA) Charles had never been jealous. He never really had any reason to be. He knew he was handsome, with a nice personality and a successful career. He has been a decent boyfriend to his exes and a caring lover to the ladies who shared a bed with him. He kept repeating those thoughts in his head as he tried not to clench his hands over the steering wheel of the car as he looked at Y/N talking to her Pilates instructor. He did not even know male Pilates instructors existed. Anyway, he did not like him. Or, better, he did not like the way he was smiling at Y/N. Charles knew Y/N did not feel safe going back home alone at night and he was more than happy to help her. Now he had one more reason to be there. He honked twice to signal his presence. Y/N turned around and gave him one of her best smiles that almost made him forget about the other man standing there. She said something to the instructor, and he started laughing and then placed one of his hands on her shoulder. Charles was ready to get out of the car and do something, but Y/N had already opened the door and her lips crashed on his. All his anger vanished, but the release was just temporary.

A week passed, and Charles decided to take her to class. Once he parked the car, she was still talking about a movie she watched on Netflix the other day, her eyes bright and her cheeks rosy. No wonder the instructor was crushing on her. "So, your instructor. He’s a guy" Charles said once she finished talking. "Daniel? Well, looks like a guy to me" she chuckled. Charles shrugged and thought about how to phrase his thoughts without looking like a jealous psycho. "I saw you two talking the other day. I had the feeling he fancies you", her confused expression made him continue "the way he looked at you, the laugh, the shoulder touching... He has a crush on you. It’s obvious". Y/N stayed silent a while before laughing at him "I am sure Daniel does not fancy me. I am not even convinced he likes girls". He was not totally sure about that. Because from the outside, he saw himself. Daniel did the same things as Charles when he started developing feelings for her. It was late and he did not want to argue so, instead, he kissed her on the lips. Once her hands cupped his face, he decided to unbuckle his and her belts to have easier access to the rest of her body and keep her closer to him. An innocent snog turned into a full make-out session, with Y/N’s moans filling his Ferrari as he kissed her neck and left a very explicit and visible hickey. "Shit, it’s 8:30, I really have to go now" she squealed and after a small peck she jumped out of the car. She was so dizzy that she did not even notice the red spot on her skin. He did not mind it, as long as Daniel noticed it. Charles 1 - Promiscuous Pilates instructor 0

They were at Y/N’s place to watch a movie and eat some junk food. She was the one suggesting a thriller, much to his surprise. It was not her kind of film. Y/N always suggested romantic comedies, musicals, or period dramas. He did not complain, the movie was good, and he enjoyed watching it. "I am so happy you liked it. It’s not my genre but the plot was intriguing, and don’t you just love Sandra Bullock?" she exclaimed and took her phone "I need to let Pascal know we watched it". Charles furrowed his brows "My mum suggested this film?" Y/N chuckled "No, baby, I said Pascal, not Pascale. He is a colleague from work, he made me a list of movies to watch on Netflix as I always complain I never know what to choose!" She turned the phone and showed Charles a very long list of movies recommended by that guy. On top of that, he also noticed many heart emojis in the chat and his very own and realistic heart almost missed a beat. Not again. Just as he managed to get past the Pilates instructor, another potential threat appeared on the horizon. This time he promised himself he would have let it slide. Or maybe not.

Three days went by and Pascal managed to insert himself in every conversation. "Let’s try this receipt that Pascal sent me", "Do you want to see a picture of Pascal’s dog?", "You won’t believe what Pascal did today". Charles tried his best, he really did, but now he was starting to feel nervous about the enthusiasm and the frequency with which he returned to their conversation. "Well, Bunny, he seems like such a cool guy. Why don’t you organise something so I can meet him?" Her eyes grew bigger "Oh my god, I would love it. I am sure he would be so happy. He is a huge Ferrari fan, he talks about you and Carlos all the time" and with that, she gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. He felt horrible for a moment. His suggestion did not come from his heart as she probably believed, but from the darkest side of his mind that was creating the most absurd and catastrophic scenarios. He decided to surprise her for lunch the following day. Well, not just her, but the entire office by bringing tons of pizza for everyone. Charles received the warmest welcome as he usually did, but this time people seemed a little bit more excited about the free lunch and the extended break. He made sure to scan the room to spot Pascal before being introduced to him. You know what they say, "Know your enemy" and Charles was not enjoying all the attention he was giving to his girl. And this was a point that still needed to be addressed: was she really his girl? They never put a label on it nor updated their status. In other circumstances, he wouldn’t have thought too much into it but with Y/N he could not think straight. He did not even know what she wanted. Was she ready for a new relationship? Was she over her ex? He had been worrying about all these new lads, what if he got distracted from the real issue? He shook his head. Y/N made sure to remind him how much she appreciated him through a small gesture that made his heart melt. He had nothing to worry about. "Charles", her soft voice destroyed the bubble of doubts he had created and brought him back to Earth "This is Pascal". Behind her, a sixteen-year-old young boy was standing offering Charles a smile that showed a shiny brace. "His high school organised a month of school-to-work alternation to help them choose which path to take after finishing their studies" she continued. He swore he never felt so embarrassed in his life. He would have never heard the end of it if his friends found out he felt threatened by a teenager. "I am so excited to finally meet you, I am a huge F1 fan," Pascal said, his voice trembling slightly. Charles smiled tender-heartedly "I am glad to hear it, Y/N told me a lot about you. You seem like a really interesting guy". Pascal blushed and looked at Y/N who gave him a warm smile and caressed his shoulder. At that moment Charles realised that probably that young guy must have felt so lost in that office surrounded by adults and Y/N, being her precious self, took him under her wing and befriended him. Charles made sure to answer all of Pascal’s questions and he even showed him his new personalised Ferrari right in front of the office. "Why don’t you come up? I’ll show you around" he suggested. Pascal turned to Y/N almost incredulous. She gave him an encouraging look, the necessary to make him accept a proposal that most fans can only dream of.

Once at home, Y/N made sure to kiss him hundreds of times. "I really appreciated you today. You made his day, you know?" Charles moved a lock of hair from her pretty face and kissed the tip of her nose "It’s all thanks to you. I am sure that little boy will never forget the beautiful employee he met during that school programme".

Their lowest moment arrived not too late from that lunch at her office. Charles organised a fancy dinner to celebrate the renovation of the contract with Ferrari and it was their first official and public date. For the occasion, he wore a black tuxedo, and she blessed his sight by wearing a red dress that caressed the curves of her body, enhancing her elegant shapes. He drove to the restaurant with one hand on the wheel and the other holding hers and occasionally kissing her palm. Charles used at least ten different adjectives to praise her beauty and each time her cheeks turned redder. Everything was amazing, but it takes very little to let things go south. Charles did not like the way some men were looking at her, scanning her up and down with a malicious grin he would have gladly wiped off with a fist. He made sure to place his hand at the lower of her back to guide her through the room and to show that she was, indeed, taken and their attention was not appreciated. She looked ravishing under the soft light of the candles and for a moment he forgot about all the people around them. That feeling lasted until the waiter arrived and the chaos began.

The ride home was silent, and tension could be cut with a knife. He did not want to make a scene, but the way the waiter looked at her and flirted with her made him mad. The worst part was how Y/N flirted back. They exchanged jokes and looks in front of him and he hated every moment. Mostly he hated how he lost control and responded poorly to the waiter, reproaching him for his unprofessionalism. After a ride home that seemed infinite, he finally parked the car in front of her building. "Listen, about before..." Y/N’s glance cut him short "There are no excuses for your behaviour, Charles. I have never felt so embarrassed in my life. He was just trying to be nice". "Oh trust me, he was doing more than that". She crossed her arms "Just because you like me doesn’t mean everyone wants to sleep with me". Charles scoffed, he did not like the turn the conversation was taking and he had never seen her so pissed off. "That’s okay, you won’t understand". Those words made her jump on the seat "Then make yourself clear. Or am I just that stupid?" The following conversation made both of them raise their voices and they were so focused on winning the argument that they barely listened to what the other was saying. "Dear God, Y/N why do you have to be that naive all the time?" Her eyes grew bigger. Out of all the things they told each other that word hit her in the face like a slap. That adjective had always followed her around like a shadow to the point she hated it. She grew up with people calling her "Y/N in Wonderland" or using the expression "Don’t be such a Y/N" when someone was acting disingenuous. She hated how others treated her just because of her looks and attitude. Yes, she was nice, but she knew how to stand her ground and was perfectly capable of understanding other people’s intentions. " You were the only person who never called me that," she said, her voice trembling from how hurt she felt. Charles’ brain did not work fast to come up with something that could let her stay, but she was already out of his car and smashed the door as hard as she could. He was sure he had ruined everything.

Days passed and Y/N was not answering his calls or texts. He sent flowers to her flat and the office and even bought her another JellyCat plushie with a note that said "I really hope to see you" and the Ferrari pass for the Monaco race. Everyone around Charles was just as devastated as him as Y/N was the only thing he ever talked about. Truth be told, Y/N was always Charles’ favourite topic even before they started seeing each other, but now he just sounded like a moaning ex-boyfriend. Andrea and Joris were the most affected by that tragedy, so you should imagine their faces the moment they spotted Y/N in the Monaco Paddock. She looked lost, not knowing exactly where to go as everyone seemed busy rushing from one side to the other of the paddock. She was also late, due to the long queues, and she did not make it on time to see Charles before the beginning of the race. Joris and Andrea waved at her and greeted her with a huge smile. "Thank you so much for being here, we would have never heard the end of it otherwise". Charles did not win but still ended up in a good position. And then in a better one as he put his arms around Y/N’s pretty body and hugged her tight. She giggled at the contact and her laugh grew higher and she started spinning her around, heedless of the stares of his team. He felt so happy and relieved that he felt like he could finally breathe again. "Will I see you after?" he asked almost in a whisper. His duties were calling him, and he needed to answer some questions from the journalists. "This is the only place I want to be in". Interviews seemed to last forever. He tried to give concise answers hoping to end the conversation as soon as possible. But fans were screaming to take pictures or asking for autographs, and he did not have the heart to deny them a few moments together. After moments that seemed to last forever, he was finally back with his favourite person, and he had some apologies to make.

He closed the door of the changing room with a kick, his lips never leaving hers. His hands travelled around her body as if it was the first time he touched her. Y/N’s head was spinning. She missed all that: his cologne, his hands, the feeling of his beard on her soft skin. She almost forgot how to breathe when her back hit the wall and he pressed his body on hers. "I am so, so sorry" he whispered as he left a hot trail of kisses down her neck. "We’ll talk about it later, just need to be with you". Charles could not help but smile on her skin. He knew he was forgiven. They went to her place after having dinner with Andrea, Joris and other members of the team. He sat down on her bed and smiled when he saw the bunny he bought her lying between her pillows. "Thank you for the present, you did not have to," she said as she sat next to him "kept me company during these days". "About that, I am really s-" "That’s okay, Charles. You were right, that guy at the restaurant had crossed the line" his confused expression made her elaborate more "He found me on Instagram the following day and started texting me". Charles widened his eyes and bit his tongue. "You exaggerated, though" she continued "and your words really hurt me. I would never make a scene like that in front of a fan or another girl. I know that you are my boyfriend, and this is enough to make me feel safe". "I am your what?" Charles barely let her finish. His cheeks flustered and his pupils dilated when he heard that word. Y/N blushed, that thought slipped from her lips and now she could not turn back. She changed position on the bed, now fully facing him and moved her body closer to him. "I said you are my boyfriend" she whispered to his lips. Charles’s dimples immediately showed up as he was grinning from ear to ear: "I love the sound of that, let me hear it again". Y/N repeated that word all night as they made out for the lost time, and made sure to give him a proper introduction every time they met someone new. Charles also ensured he reminded everyone his heart was taken, and he would always display a proud smile as he surrounded her hips with his arm to say “Have you already met my girlfriend?”.

There were still times when Charles felt jealous and insecure, but now Y/N knew him well enough to reassure him and she was not afraid to show everyone how in love they were. Truth be told, the love for each other was so visible that no reassurance was actually needed.

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I AM SO SO SORRY.

WAKE UP BABE, TAYLOR SWIFT ANNOUNCED A NEW ALBUM!💌

Like, February and March? Idgaf, I NEED FOR IT TO BE APRIL NOW.

Please, not us thinking abt REP TV and it actually being TS11 😭 CRYING, SCREAMING, SHAKING, THROWING UP.

#taylorswiftxferrari #f1 x taylor swift #taylor swift #taylornation #1989 taylor's version #reputation taylor’s version #the tortured poets department #ts11 #swifties #swifttok

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No freaking way

What LITERALLY started as a joke became reality. No way that Hamilton will be at ferrari 2025. I’m so hyped yet so scared AAH!

#charles leclerc #scuderia ferrari #f1 #lewis hamilton #f12025 #lewis and charles #charles and lewis #2025 #mercedes

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I LITERALLY HATE SCHOOL. I have projects every SINGLE day, and they drain all my energy away and when I try to write something it feels like TRASH. Ngl, I’m thinking abt sacrificing my sleep and wirte something at like 4 am. That’s when my brain works fr☹️

ANYWAY I have so many ideas, but they involve having a husband and then chating on them with Chalres (so sorry, but it would be awesome if you guys could give me the best options 🤪)

Im doing the ones that I would feel like they would fit, but if you want someone else tell mee!

#writerscommunity #writer problems #writer block #pls help #scuderia ferrari #f1 #charles leclerc #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader

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LOVE LOVE!!! ❤️

prancing horse🐎🐎🐎

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I was waiting for someone to say it.

Grover: “So, thank you for the emotional abuse and the cheeseburgers.”

This quote will be living rent from in my mind from now on

#pjo #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo tv show #grover underwood #groover is my spiritual animal fr

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I love people who stalk my page. I LIVE FOR YOU. 🫶

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You guys are crazy, posting Gorgeous media au has brought me like, 20 new followers and every post is over 200? Thank you so much🫶 I really appreciate it😭❤️

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sum: The story from media pov for the GORGEOUS writingg, I had so much fun making these! let me know if you want part two ad Happy New Years Day!

pairing: charles leclerc x singer!reader

warning: gossip and typos🫨

Media AU

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ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪ - ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɪ - ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ ᴀᴜ

y/n_norris

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y/n_norris Took you long enough, not trying to call you all blind but… I definitely am😛🫨

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y/n.fan not her laughing at us fools 😭

user92 did she just called us blind?😦

user892 I mean… she’s not wrong 🤷‍♂️

F1 That was quite a surprise 😅

norris.wow YOU DIDNT KNOW EITHER?

F1 Trust us, none of us did.

landonorris 😈

user1943 Lando woke up and chose violence today

user88 He surely did.

October 12 2020

landonorris

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landonorris Everyone knows the oldest is the hottest. Sorry peanut🤗

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y/n_norris Mum was not happy seeing the caption

landonorris just saying facts

y/n_norris you know lying is wrong, Lando 😞

landonorris 🙄

October 12 2020

y/n_norris

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y/n_norris 🥳

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francisca.cgomes 💃 ❤️

y/n_norris 💗

user829 manifestation came quickly

user103 I DID IT. No need to thank me guys🤭

landonorris don’t steal my friends 😭

pierregasly Dont steal my girlfriend 🥲

francisca.cgomes Late

y/n_norris Late

December 1 2020

y/n_norris

Liked by charles_leclerc, francisca.cgomes, landonorris and 689,0821 others

y/n_norris …so it goes like this, you ask I provide, I don’t think any of you are ready, or are you? 🖤

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charles_leclerc can’t wait to know!

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user91 PLEASE LET ME KNOW THAT I’M NOT THE ONLY ONE READING THIS. HUH?!? HUUUH?!!

user819 No one pinch me. Let me live here. 🤫

user10 IS THIS HAPPENING?!?!😧😧😧 AND Y/N LIKED🤯🤯

landonorris NO EXPLANATION…🫨

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user301 I love this duo fr😭🫶

user182 Lando tell me whats going on I don’t understand🤥

user76 TF do you mean charles leclerc knows what is happening. WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?!

user23 they’re in love (manifesting)

user35 PLEASE. 😩😩

January 19 2021

y/n_norris

Liked by charles_leclerc, landonorris, F1, scuderiaferrari, redbullracing and 1,017,921 others

y/n_norris I’ll stop playing with you guys, I love seeing how freaked out you are about my posts. Anyway, Reputation out June 16! With all of our love and dedication…🖤

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user39 not @charles_leclerc liking the second this comes out😭 please HAHA

jackantanoff it was more than a pleasure working with you two!🔥

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y/n_norris hope we see you again😉

charles_leclerc 🔥🔥

user189 THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN JACK?! YOU MEAN Y/N AND CHARLES?!?!! I am screaming right now holy shit.

user810 HUH, HUH?!?! WHAT DID I MISS.

user298 Charles is a master at piano, I just know that´s what this means

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user09 y/n just gave you a like, I’m a 100% sure you’re right.

user76 Any of you notices lando gave us spoilers? “no explanation…🫨

user5 HE IS A MASTERMIND (tell me you got it 😔)

charles_leclerc 🖤

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scuderiaferrari Can’t wait to hear this!

redbullracing Same here 👈

mclaren she’s with us, remember?

mercedesamgf1 we will need much more speakers, we are listening to this 🔝

scuderiaferradi yk maroon is just another tone of red, right? (y/n please, we loveee you)

F1 Signing y/n to do a show at this point 😇

lewishamilton please do🙏

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maxverstappen1 y/n, when are we doing a duet? P would love it.

y/n_norris anything for P!🫶

carlossainz55 I can sing like maria carey, just throwing that out there…

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user819 I just love every single F1 interaction here.🥺

April 16 2021

jackantanoff

liked by charles_leclerc, y/n_norris, sabrinacarpenter and 298,920 others

jackantanoff it was a pleasure working (and thirdweeling) with you two, this 4 months have been absolutely crazy, and I hope this isn’t the end of our journey😤🖤🔥

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charles_leclerc amazing work pal, thank you for everything! 🔥

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y/n_norris we love you jack, thank you for supporting and having with us this crazy adventure 🫶

jackantanoff you still have to pay my therapy, those lyrics MEAN something and I was mostly there for it. I can’t unsee what I have seen.

user10 NUH UH, JACK HARD LAUNCHING AND HAVING TRAUMA BECAUSE OF THESE TWO?! 💀💀 dying.

user93 Jack knows what to give to the people, we LOVE you Jack, thank you for these pictures 😊

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user46 I'm confused, what did Charles do? Play the piano or f- and be the muse of y/n

y/n_norris BOTH. (All the background piano was recorded by Charlie, he did an amazing job!)

user87 This is so cute, UGH

June 20 2022

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charles_leclerc thank you @jackantanoff, the soft launch is now ruined. Anyhow, look at this GORGEOUS woman I get to call mine❤️ Je t'aime, ma princesse, ma seule et unique.

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y/n_norris ❤️❤️❤️

vancityreynolds y/n, he wrote you a whole ass paragraph and you just wrote this? Disappointed 😔

charles_leclerc DID YOU JUST COMMENT ON MY POST?!😨 y/n I’m freaking out.

y/n_norris sorry DAD🙄, just reminding you I wrote a whole album abt him. Charles is kindly asking when are we going out together? (I need to see @blakelivley)

blakelivley see you in a few days you lovebirds 😉

user991 HAHAHA charles freaking out abt Blake and Ryan commenting is so real🤓🤓

landonorris 🎶there is always a duo in a trio🎶 and, y/n EW THE SONGS?!

y/n_norris Grow up lando 😤

landonorris I don’t need to hear how good Charles is in bed, E. W. 🤢🤕

charles_leclerc sorry mate😅😅

user918 💀

PART TWO?!?!

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lovrsm · 4 months

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

word count: 2.5k

pairing: charles leclerc x childhoodbsf!reader

warning: angst, overthinking and FLUFF!!

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

Merry Christmas to you all🫶 love you and enjoy!

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

Christmas was around the corner.

Or maybe in a few couple days.

In reality, it was more than a month away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The very thing you waited for all year long.

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

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

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

shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Missed you too, you have no idea.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“okay.” He quietly answered to my glare.

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

“The sleighs”

“The horses!”

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

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

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

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

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

I smirked, this was going to be fun.

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

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

We always end up exhausted.

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

“Go go go gooo!”

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

I was slowly catching to his pace.

Shit he was faster than last year.

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

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

“Yeah… we better go looking”

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

All of us took this very seriously.

“Too short”

“Too tall”

“Ew, that’s ugly.”

“Never liked the ones with fake snow.”

“Not fluffy enough”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The temperatures here were no joke.

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

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

“You cold?”

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

It’s actually the exact opposite.

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

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

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

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

“To your races?”

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

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

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

Always.

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

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

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

charles pov.

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

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

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

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

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

How do I even tell her?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“More than ever” I replied.

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

“What was it that you were saying?”

I almost choked.

“Ugh, nothing important”

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

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

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

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I felt a sting on my chest

But that is does the mean anything, right?

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

who am I even fooling at this point?

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

Cool.

Cool cool cool cool cool… cool.

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

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

why am I feeling like this?

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

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

“…I just want her by my side.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I turned around, I need to take a breath.

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

“Yes?” I quietly replied.

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

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

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

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

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

He was looking at the mistletoe above us.

“I can’t, I just can’t anymore y/n.”

what?

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

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

This isn’t happening.

I could feel my mouth slowly forming a smile.

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

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

I was completely speechless.

This is happening.

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

At this point I started crying.

I cupped his face in my hands.

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

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

But I am good at showing them.

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

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

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

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

It was the most magical night of the year.

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

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

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

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