Formula One Reader Insert

Charles Leclerc; Just Us.

I was having a mental breakdown because I'm getting tested for ADHD and no fucking travel insurer will take me on and I'm only going to Europe so I'm sinking my anger and tears into cute shit

Btw I swear I have been working on the suggestions that you provided - they've just been able to flow into one another💚

Also yes I did indeed post this accidentally a couple of times I kept going to preview and I kept hitting publish

This follows the Pierre Gasly story 'Youre Coming With Me'
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"Come on, you're coming with me." Charles said, opening the door to their room as his lips softly latched on to hers lovingly before disappearing behind the door. The latch clunked shut as (Y/N) hummed and melted into his arms as they slipped around her waist, one bending as his forearm supported her upper spin and the hand knotting in her hair as he leaned her over. She squeaked as he moved her, arms tying behind his head as she squealed with delight. Charles chuckled and pulled away, the hand slipping from her head of (H/C) hair and moved to caress her soft cheek.

"You know how to make a girl sweet." She whispered, being returned to a standing position.

"Well, I may have made my girl sweet, but I want to make my woman swoon." He teased, his lips grazing over the shell of her ear as her hand wrapped around the nape of his neck. "Mon bijou, mon amour, ma raison d'être..." He whispered as his lips travelled all over her skin, being attentive to the sweet spots he had learned to abuse so lovingly in the time they had been seeing one another.

"Charles, I love you most ardently." She whimpered, leaning her head to the side to allow him further access to her skin. He simply hummed in response, nuzzling his nose into her skin and inhaling her perfume, knees weakening as the scent registered within his brain.

"Now that we can share a room, there is no need to rush, yes? A quiet night will do us well, considering tomorrow is free practice." Charles whispered, lifting his head to catch her eyeline, enjoying the visual of her pupils blown wide as her (E/C) iris was practically a slither of a ring. "Ti amo cosi tanto, mi vida." He muttered, his lips brushing over hers as he spoke, capturing her in soft and tender kisses.

"Il mio cuore è solo tuo." She whispered, knowing that using the Italian she learned from Duolingo would come in handy dating it. Charles pulled away with a bright grin and kissed her forehead, his eyes closing softly as his nose nestled into her (H/C) locks.

"I see your Italian is coming along very well..." He teased, his hands slipping to the back of the dress and slowly shimmying it down, his fingers taking the latch and zip as they pinged open.

"Well, I have a wonderful excuse to use and learn it now I have my language teacher to treat me to free lessons." She responded, shirking his jacket off. He hummed a small chuckle out before stepping back to take in the smudged lipstick that covered her chin, as well as the patches that trailed along her skin.

"I do apologise, my dove. It appears I have caked you in your own make up." He pouted, shirking the dress off her body to leave her in just underwear as she kicked her shoes off during their shenanigans. "Go and take one of my white shirts and a pair of boxers from my suitcase, get your book and we'll read for a little bit, hm?" He suggested, watching as she grinned.

"What about my make up?" She asked, running a hand over her face as Charles grinned.

"I'll get your micellar water and cotton pads, you just look beautiful in our bed with your nose buried in a book." He insisted, headed to the bathroom. "Do you want your reading glasses?" He called, seeing they were strewn on the counter top.