F1 imagines x yn

Charles Leclerc

Dedicated to ChaLecBooks

You stood up from the desk you were working at, bending your neck to get the knots out after sitting in the same position for so long. University has been kicking your ass recently with all these bloody assignments piling up one after another.

After working endlessly for the entire day up until now, the only thing you wanted to do was spend some time with your boyfriend and blow off some steam.

You head out in hopes of finding Charles unoccupied, but after searching the livingroom and bedroom, you knew it was unlikely. Continuing to search the house you found him in his streaming room playing games online - headphones on with those glasses that made him look so damn irresistible.

"Charles?", you called out to him.

He evidently didn't hear you after he stayed focused on his game after a few seconds. You walked towards him, placing your hands on his shoulders and placing a kiss on the nape of his neck. He took a quick glance towards you before he returned his attention to his game.

"Hey, mon amour", he acknowledged you.

A pout formed on your lips as he barely paid attention to you.

"Charles", you insisted, hoping that he'd leave the game for you. It unfortunately proved to be in vain as he continued playing the game, complaining about almost dying or something like that.

He goes off on a rant about the game as the pout on your lips intensifies. You let out a huff before walking to the front of his chair and plopping yourself on his lap. Charles abruptly stopped his rant, feeling your weight settle on his lap. It's not unwelcome by any means - he's just suprised and now slightly distracted.

"What do you think you are doing?" he questions with a slightly strained tone.

"Well you weren't answering when I called your name so I had to get your attention somehow", you stated.

"Okay, just sit still and do not distract me. You hear me?" Charles retorted.

"Loud and clear", you responded with a kiss below his ear.

The shuddered breath leaving Charles' lips didn't go unnoticed by you. You smirked against his neck, a sense of pride running through you at the reaction you got out of him. You continued placing soft kisses against his neck, going down to his collarbone. Charles took in a deep breath, trying to focus on his game, but it proved to be more difficult with you continuing your little assault of kisses on his neck.

Getting down to his collarbone, you sucked a little at his skin, before lapping at it with your tongue to ease the slight sting. Charles grabbed at your thigh giving it a squeeze.

"I thought I said not to distract me".

"Hmmm", you hummed, continuing to suck at his neck.

"Fuck", he cursed under his breath, while struggling to focus on the game.

You adjusted yourself to straddle his lap, never stopping the assault on his neck. You moved around a bit to get comfortable in the new position. You let out a whimper, after accidentally grinding on Charles. A groan escaped Charles' mouth, your action having the same effect on him as it did on you.

"You really don't know how to listen, do you?"

The condescension in his voice has you silently gasping for air. Instead of giving him a verbal answer, you start grinding on him. The sensation has you letting out tiny moans and holding onto Charles' shoulders tightly.

Charles' breathing sped up. Tipping his head backward, he lets out a moan. His hands came down to your hips to put your movement to a halt. He took a deep breath before looking at the screen.