REQUESTS CLOSED Formula 1 One Shots III

[28] - [Charles Leclerc]

A/N: for heyimmilly (the setting of this one shot is after Monza 2019)

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28. "I want to take a picture of you like this".

Your fingers brushed over the soft lace that decorated the gorgeous bralette on your upperbody. The bordeaux red material existed of roses woven together, stretching out over your breasts and your ribs, your stomach and they were nearly see through, yet unrevealing everything. The V-line down to your stomach was deep, showing off the sides of your full breasts. The thin straps effortlessly rested on your shoulders, gathering behind your shoulderblades to cross over, the same lace roses covering your back, the bow tie on your lower back the key to undo it all and leave you in nothing. You moved your hair over your shoulders, sliding your arms in the satin robe to cover you up a little more while waiting for your boyfriend to come home. You didn't put on the bodysuit because he was coming home, you were dressed up because he was coming home as a winner of the race in Italy and you were more than proud.

Your phone rung meanwhile and you reached for the device to pick it up, seeing Charles' caller ID flashing over the screen. "Mon ange, I'm driving home right now". He breathed and his voice already sent chills up your spine. "Alright". You replied. "You can come find me when you get home". You added, hearing Charles chuckle lowly. "Is that so? Do you have a surprise, babe?". You gnawed at your bottom lip, laying back against the soft sheets and imagining his fingers trailing up and down your thighs. You let out a soft whimper and he grunted in response on the other side of the line. "Fuck, I'm on my way". You didn't have the chance to say goodbye and he already ended the call, making you giggle softly and you rolled to your stomach, mindlessly scrolling through some apps untill you heard the engine of his car rumbling on the streets. You sat up on the edge of the bed and leaned back n your hands, your shaved and scrubbed limbs spread out in front of you.

Charles had taken his backpack and his suitcase into the hallway of your shared apartment, leaving them there and he put his jacket up on the coat rack. He didn't hesitate to make steps in the direction of the bedroom, the door ajar and he pushed it further open. His lips curled upwards when he saw you seated there, the satin robe flawlessly resting on your figure. "Princesse". He sighed contently and you were lifted into his arms before you knew it. You smiled down at him while curling your legs around his waist, resting your hands on his firm shoulders. "Il mio campione". You spoke in Italian, praising him for the stunning win. "I thought the trophy was stunning, however now I think that you're the most gorgeous price I could ever receive". Charles pecked your lips. You giggled softly and kissed his cheek next. "You should undress me". You spoke in his ear, causing his grasp on the back of your thighs to tighten and he let out a low groan at your words.