Charles Leclerc one shots

Stuck together

Warnings: smut

Summary: Charles and you are forced to share a room during one of his races

You are in the bathroom brushing your hair when you suddenly hear someone walking in. You decide to look over and see Charles leaning against the door, looking at you.

"What?" You ask.

"What do you mean?" Charles says.

"Why are you just standing there?"

"Am I not allowed to just stand here?" Charles asks.

You say no as he scoffs.

You and the f1 driver hate each other. Burning passion king of hate. He always gets on your nerves, and you do your best to get on his.

"I'm allowed to stand here if I want to."

You roll you eyes and go back to brushing your hair. There's a knot that just won't come off. You start to get irritated by it when you hear Charles chuckle.

"Here, let me." He says.

Completely done with fighting him, you give in.

He takes the brush from your hands and starts to brush your hair gently. 

"There, all better."  Says Charles once he's done. Your only answer is a forced smile.

"When are you leaving for the next race?" You ask.

"In two days." You roll your eyes and groan at his answer. How could handle another two days with him?

"Oh come on Chérie, It won't be that bad." You look at his suspiciously as he winks at you.

"What do you mean?" You ask

"I'm just saying that if we had our own fun time would pass by more quickly." Charles says with a huge smirk on his face.

You look at him and try to get out of the bathroom but he stops you by trapping you between him and the counter.

You can feel his hot breath against your neck as his hands grab the edge of the counter. You feel him grind his hips against your ass. Your fingers brush involuntarily against his for a second before he garbs your hands and intertwines his fingers with yours. You inhale deeply as he stats to kiss your neck.

"I won't do anything you don't want me to do" He says as he licks your neck

"But if you don't say anything, I'll bend you over this counter and I'll have my way with you right here." Charles says as one of his hands travels to your thigh and up to your waist.

Your breath gets caught in your lungs as he slides his nose up your neck. He stops by your ear and whispers "Breath, Chérie.", instantly sending goosebumps all over your body.

As you start to breath again, one of his hands gets ahold of your breasts.

"Good girl" he whispers.

His words make your thighs clench together. Charles feels the movement on his legs.  A smirk finds his lips.

All of a sudden, Charles hand goes behind your pants waistband. You grip onto his hand tighter. He pulls it back and lands it on your hip. Charles' thumb traces circles on the back of your hand. He presses a reassuring kiss to your cheek.

"Say stop and I will." Charles says

"Don't stop." You gasp out.

"Good girl." Charles whispers.

His hand goes back behind the waist band of your pants and underwear. He runs his fingers through your folds. A finger enters you. You gasp out. Charles enters another one. He gently curls his fingers back and forth making your eyes roll back.

Charles licks up your throat. He hooks his fingers and then shoves them deeper. You bite your lip to stop a moan leaving your lip.

"Be a good girl and let me hear you." Charles says.

He spreads his fingers and his thumb starts to circle your clit.

"Charles." You moan out.

"What is it Chérie? You gonna cum?" Charles asks.

You nod. Your walls start to clamp tightly on Charles fingers. He feels it and rips his fingers out of you. You let out a sob.

He brings his finger up to his mouth a licks them clean. You look over your shoulder just in time to see it. Your eyes widen in surprise. His eyes roll back. He pulls his fingers out with a pop. He tilts his head down and presses a kiss to your neck.

He squeezes your hand in his, before he lets go of it and pulls your pants down. You step out of them. Charles pulls your underwear off in one swift movement. His hand grabs a rough handful of your ass. He bites down on it making you stutter out your breath.

He stands back up and unbuttons his pants. Quickly, he pull his pants and underwear off. His hand presses on your back. Making you lean over the counter. He kicks your legs apart, spreading them for himself.

Stroking himself a couple of times, he lines himself up with your entrance and shoves himself deep inside of your. Your eyes shut tightly as you feel him stretching you out.

"Fuck your tight." Charles says.

He pulls almost all the way out, before ramming back into you. You hiccup a sob. Charles' thrust are slow and steady, but hard. You open your mouth to say something, but a loud moan comes out instead.

Every noise you make, pushes him closer to his climax. His hands roam over your body. From your hips, to your boobs, to your neck. He pulls on you hair making your back arch, allowing him deeper inside of you.

Your hands grip onto the counter. He angles himself just right. Hitting that spot. Making your eyes roll back in pleasure. More moans leave your lips as you feel yourself starting to clench around him.

Charles feels it too. "Not yet Chérie. Not yet." Charles says.

It's torture, but you don't cum yet. He releases your throat and hair. Grabbing your hips tight enough to leave bruises, Charles starts thrusting into you harder. He leans forward and pulls one of your sleeves down to expose your shoulder. He bites on your shoulder. Sucking on it. Licking up to your neck. He nips and sucks at the sensitive skin on your neck.

"Cum." Charles says. Your grip on the counter becomes tighter, if that's even possible. Your head falls back as a silent scream leaves your lips. Charles feels his cock getting covered from you. He puts his head against your neck as he continues to thrust. Fucking you through your orgasm.

He feels you clench around him and he shoots his cum deep inside you. Pushing his cock as deep as he can. Filling you to the brim. He quickly pulls out of you.

"Shit! I'm so sorry. I meant to pull out. I'm so sorry." He says. He pulls his pants back up. He helps you pull yours back up.

"Charles it's okay. I'm on the pill." You say. Charles sighs with relief. You pat his shoulder and head to your bed.

"Wait why are you on the pill?" Charles asks.

"Doesn't matter Charles. We hate each other." You say.

Once your out of Charles' view, he whispers, "Yea it does matter. And I don't hate you."