F1 Reader Inserts

Irresistible {3} || CL16

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader
Summary: What was once heaven turns to hell with the unexpected arrival of a new house guest.
Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, cheating, kind of taboo (future stepbrother)
WC: 4K

It was late by the time Charles entered your room and slipped into the bed. You had retreated to your room after washing the dishes from dinner, silently passing each one to Charles to dry. When there was nothing left to tidy, he sighed and decided he couldn't delay the call that was inevitable.

"Are you awake?" he asked quietly as he curled his body around yours.

"No."

You felt his smile on your shoulder before he rolled you over to face him and brushed the hair back that fell over your face. "I think I made a mistake."

It felt like a cruel joke but you had heard his raised voice through the walls, but the French had meant nothing to you. You were certain that after one argument he was cutting things off but you asked anyway, "Why's that?"

"Because I don't want to be in a relationship with her." He pressed his forehead to yours and the breath you had been holding was released with a relieved sigh. "And she wants to come to the first races too now."

You pulled back to see the pained look in his eyes and realised you had relaxed prematurely. "I thought you said she wouldn't go to many."

"She usually wouldn't, but with the new race schedule it falls right into her school summer break."

You huffed at the idea of having to share him and watch as she got to publicly flaunt him. Okay, maybe you were a little jealous - but it didn't change anything because he could never be yours. "Does she suspect anything between us?"

"I am living with a beautiful woman that I am not related to, of course she is suspicious," he stated with a nonchalant shrug. "But she won't outright ask or she would have to give up on the idea that we are perfect for each other."

Your fingers traced the shape of his beard that was due to be shaved again and your shoulders bounced with a quiet laugh. "Look at you, you have it all figured out."

For a second his amusement faded away and vulnerability set in as he looked at your laced fingers resting on his chest. "You haven't changed your mind about coming with me, have you?" His words were whispered like he was afraid of the answer.

"I don't think I could if I wanted to," you admitted seriously, before a teasing smirk lightened the atmosphere. "I think I would miss you too much, or a certain part of you."

"Ah, of course," he chuckled, grateful for the answer and a distraction, "you only want me for my dick."

You ran your hand down his bare chest until it met the fabric of the grey sweatpants he wore and teased over his crotch. "I was thinking about your tongue but I would miss this too."

"I feel used, really, I do," he huffed but his cock began to stir beneath your palm despite the joking words. "I am just an object to you."

"Yes, you are, but you are a pretty one," you added with the sultry smile that always set his blood alight. "So are you going to let me use you?"

He grinned as he easily pulled you over his body to straddle his waist. "Always, ma biche."

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Lockdown: Week Sixteen

"Hey Daveed, sorry about the stairs," you apologised as you ordered yet another heavy item online knowing there wasn't an elevator in the building.

It was an odd world that you found yourself in. You knew the delivery driver by name now, but you still hadn't seen the bottom half of his face beneath the mask.