REQUESTS CLOSED Formula 1 One Shots III

[6 & 41] - [Charles Leclerc]

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WARNINGS: nsfw (oral (female receiving), protected sex)

6. "Your eyes are really pretty and distracting"

41. "I said I'd take care of you, did you think I wouldn't follow through on that?"

You and Charles had started dating a while ago, getting to know each other properly and seeing how his career could fit within your relationship, before you got properly serious with each other. Your relationship turned out to be perfectly balanced and during the winter break and Charles' preparations for the new season, you stayed over at his place more often and you nearly spend every weekend in his apartment. With more time together came more desires for each other, nevertheless you wanted to continue taking it slow, however it became harder each time. Charles was currently getting dressed for an online interview with an Italian newspaper, accompanied by his PR manager on the phone while his laptop was ready on his desk. You were seated against the headboard of the bed, looking at him while he got dressed. Charles rumbled through his closet, standing there with his jeans unzipped while finding a shirt to wear.

It wasn't as if you've never seen your boyfriend shirtless before, but the golden hour of Monte Carlo was just perfectly shining through the windows of his apartment and lit him up in the most pure and beautiful way, emphasizing the pattern of muscles and his defined obliques. "Mon amour, what do you think about this one?" Charles asked and your drew your eyes from his amazing physique back up to his eyes. His eyebrow raised slightly, not sure if you ever glanced over at him with that look in your orbs. He shook it off, looking down at you while he held up the dark red button-up. "Will this look okay?" He continued, holding it above his black jeans. "That's fine," you replied, clearing your throat as your voice sounded slightly hoarse. "Alright, I'll put this on then," Charles said. "It's just an interview for a newspaper after all," he chuckled. Charles pushed his arms through the sleeves of the shirt and stood in front of the mirror to close the buttons.

He briefly looked over at you in the reflection of the mirror, noticing that you were still looking at him, your lower lip stuck between your teeth every now and then and your cheeks dotted slightly pink in a way that could only mean that he or something about him turned you on. Charles didn't mention anything about it, even thought he felt the air in the room thickening with the seconds that passed. "Do I look good?" Charles asked then, turning towards you again and you nodded, moving to get up from the bed. You stood in front of him, your breath nearly hitching in your throat as the golden sunlight formed halo's around his bright eyes. You reached up to adjust his collar, folding it properly and smoothing out the fabric that pulled taught around his muscled chest. "You look great," you replied with a small smile on your lips and the way you swiftly moved one leg across the other didn't go unnoticed by him. Charles curled his hands around your waist, nearly drawing a whimper from your throat.