F1 Reader Inserts

Irresistable || CL16

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader
Summary: A one night stand comes back to haunt you when your father plans to marry his mother.
Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, cheating, time skipping, kind of taboo (future stepbrother)
WC: 6.1k

December 2019

Two years ago you had spent an amazing week in Monaco during a European getaway. It was meant to be a once in a lifetime trip but now you sat opposite your father at the kitchen table in your family home trying to understand what he was saying.

"...the kindest woman. You'll love her, just like I do."

He fell in love so now you were expected to leave behind everyone you knew and just start a new life with his new family. You knew he had been happier since the trip but you never would have thought it was because of some long distance relationship. He had kept that to himself for a long time.

"Can't you just have a midlife crisis like everyone else?" you asked. "Why are you moving us across the world for a stranger?"

"Did you not hear me? Pascale is not a stranger. Please don't make this harder than it needs to be. I love her."

Resentment built and you pushed your chair back as you stood up. "You loved mum too, and look how that ended."

Your father sighed and you immediately felt guilty for the heaviness in that one breath. It wasn't his fault your mother decided domestic life wasn't for her and left when you were just a baby. It wasn't his fault that she met a man who had a motorcycle and flirted with the wrong side of the law. And it certainly wasn't his fault that they crashed in a high speed police chase when you were 15.

You sank back into your seat and picked at the chipped Formica table top. "I'm sorry, dad."

A calloused hand from a life of hard work gently patted yours. "It's a big adjustment, pumpkin, but you said Monaco was a beautiful place. I thought you would be happy."

"It was, but I'll never see my friends."

"I'm not saying you can replace them, but you'll make new ones. And even with the different timezones I'm sure you can make arrangements to video call each other."

He was making an effort, you could recognise that at least. "Fine. I suppose it won't be that bad."

August 2017

All of the streets seemed to look the same, the stonework buildings towering over you as the afternoon sun dipped even further below the mountains that bordered the place. You had no idea which way it was to get back to the hotel and you weren't going to risk the international roaming charges to use the internet on your phone, you already spent most of your savings on the clothes in the bags that hung from your wrists.

You were too busy looking up and trying to get a sense of direction that you didn't see the man getting out of his car. Pain flared in your knee as a door slammed into it and you dropped the bags to clutch your leg that throbbed and drew a groan from your lips. It was worse than hitting your funny bone and you grabbed the hood of the car to balance when you nearly teetered over.

"Mon Dieu, est-ce que tu vas bien?"

You couldn't understand a word he said but the accent was almost enough to make you feel better, until you looked up. The setting sun cast a golden glow around the man and you swore he was more beautiful than the godlike statues you had seen in Rome the week before.

"I, I," you stammered stupidly as he knelt down beside you and repacked the bags that had fallen to the street. His bright green eyes lingered on the red lace bra and panty set you had spent a small fortune on before he cleared his throat and shoved them in the bag. "I don't speak French."