Charles Leclerc one shots

Stuck together 3

Warnings: none

Summary: you finally know how you feel about Charles

The next day, Mattia had called you and Charles saying he had found a flight for you and Charles .You put your bags into the car before sitting in the passenger seat.

Charles' already in the drivers seat. The two of you are silent as he drives to the airport.

This was the most awkward car ride of your entire life.

6 hours. 6 mother fucking hours next to the formula one driver, who fucked the shit outta you, then confessed his love to you.

You couldn't wait to be in Austria, where the next race should take place. This excruciating painfully silent trip seemed like it would never end. The only time you talked is when he asked you what you wanted from the menu.

But, even the worst storms come to an end. And the sun comes out.

The storm being the flight and the sun being your hotel room in Austria, which you wouldn't be sharing with Charles this time.

Once you arrived to Vienna, you had to take the car to get to your hotel.

When the car came to a stop, you opened your door and puled your bags out of the back. You practically ran inside your hotel, away from Charles. You felt sorta bad about abandoning him, but you shrugged it off.

Isa greeted you at the front door. Carlos stood there waiting for Charles, while you and Isa left to go to your room.

You set your bag down as she closed the door and sat on your bed. "Good god, I've been in these clothes all day. Eww, they smell like fast food. Eh. Not a bad smell." You say earning a chuckle from your best friend.

"Mattia mentioned you and Charles weren't able to get your original flight. Was everything okay between you two?" Isa asks.

"Yes of course." You say as you take your shirt off.

"That's good. I'm glad you actually didn't kill each other." Isa said laughing.

Suddenly, Isa walks over to you. "Y/n?" Isa asks.

You hum for her to continue. "What happened to your hips ?" She asks. You look over at her in confusion. "Nothing, why?."

Isa stands up and walks over to you "Then explain these bruises." She says.

Ah shit.

"What bruises?" You ask, doing your best to sound confused. She squats down to inspect them.

"They're kinda shaped like fingertips, or han-" Isa stops mid sentences and looks up at you. Slowly she rises up to meet your eyes.

She knows. She knows. And I know she knows. And I know she knows.

"You fucked Leclerc." She says. Your cheeks grow hot. "I don't know what you're talking about." You say.

"Bullshit. What did he bend you over? A table? Dresser? Car? Sink?" She asks.

"A counter." You mumble. She lets out a laugh. "Oh my god! This is the best moment of my life. Wait- I thought you hated each other?" She asks.

"I thought so too. Until he confessed his love for me last night." You say. Isa's eyes widen in surprise. "When did you fuck?" She asks.

'Like three days ago." You say.

"Damn he must've fucked you good. I mean, he must've really been into it. You still have bruises from it." Isa says.

"It was the best sex of my entire life." You say.

"Well, now you have to figure something out." Isa says. You look at her confused. "If you love him or not. »