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Make It Yours | C.L.

Part 2 of Are You Mine

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: you decide to come clean to Charles about something that has been occupying your mind for a while. How will Charles react to it?

WARNINGS: cursing, pregnancy sex, unplanned pregnancy, so if you are under 18, don’t interact please!

Requested: yes by my lovely followers and my whores! <3

Words: 2.250

A/N: As promised here is part 2 and damn it took a turn am I right? This is what you get for being stupid, so don’t be stupid irl! Anyways, I wanna thank my whores for encouraging me and @illicitlimerence-writes for reading over it bc my brain was fried at the end and being cool! c: love y’all. If you want to get tagged comment or dm me!

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You jumped out of your uber, which was conveniently parked right in front of the entrance of the restaurant you and Charles had agreed on a couple of hours ago, and inhaled deeply. With swift steps you made your way towards the door and pulled it open, not without struggling a little, because your hand was shaking ever so slightly, but enough for you to be reminded of your nervousness. As soon as you were inside you spotted Charles sitting at the corner table, that you usually sat at. The restaurant had been a common hang out spot for you and Charles growing up, thus had a lot of sentimental value to you and him, and whenever he came back to Monaco from races around the world or you just wanted to talk about important things while enjoying a meal, you would meet up there.

Charles looked up from his phone, that he had his eyes glued on, when he heard the loud noise of the chair across from him being pulled back and got up to hug you with a big smile on his face. “Bonjour ma belle,” he whispered into your ear, which made you blush slightly as you greeted him back and hugged him tightly, before both of you sat down in the comfy chairs.

Your heart felt heavy as you eyed Charles, looking bubblier and happier than ever, because you knew that you asked him to go to dinner with you for a reason: you needed to talk to him, you needed to come clean about something that had been occupying your mind for too long and that involved the Formula One driver in front of you. The problem was you didn´t know how to transform your thoughts into words and how he would react to it, which absolutely terrified you, the uncertainty tearing you apart on the inside.

“Everything alright with you? You have been kind of quiet and not like yourself, “Charles inquired in between bites of his spaghetti Bolognese with an eyebrow raised to underline the suspicion and confusion in his voice.

“Yeah, everything is okay, I am just enjoying the food and listening to you, Mr. Leclerc,” you blurted out without thinking twice about the missed chance to clear your conscience by coming clean to your fuck buddy and, most importantly, your childhood friend, who had been an important part of your life for over a decade and a half and a shoulder to lean on and to find comfort in. Deep down you damned yourself for being too weak to talk to Charles honestly and letting fear stop you.

The brunette man gave you the sweetest, sincerest smile one can give you, making your heart skip a beat and the lump in your throat thicker and heavier, as if it was made from pure concrete that hindered the air you were breathing from spreading in your lungs and the words you so desperately wanted to say from escaping your lips, freeing you from your burden and inner turmoil.

Charles didn´t notice that the happy and carefree face you put on was a façade, to keep him from further interrogating you, so he continued to talk about the past couple days he had spent in Maranello.

After an hour and a half of nodding along to Charles´ stories, because you weren´t able to focus on formulating sentences or a more satisfying reaction to him passionately rambling on about his job, you suggest paying and going to your or his place, which made Charles smirk, thinking he would get laid again, something that had been happening frequently ever since that memorable pool sex in Bora Bora, both of you too desperate to keep your hands to yourselves

“Oh Charles, you have no idea what is coming your way,” you thought to yourself as you were walking out of the restaurant behind Charles and towards his custom Ferrari that he had left around the corner.

“My place?” he simply asked.

“Yes, I would like that Cha,” you said out loud before thinking “in case you don´t like what I am about to tell you.”

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The drive from the restaurant down by the harbor to Charles´ luxury apartment up in the hills wasn´t long, so before you knew it you were waiting behind Charles’ back for him to unlock the door, one foot tapping on the floor restlessly until the driver suddenly pulled you into the entrance area of his place, pinned you against the wall and connected his lips with yours hungrily. At first you reciprocated the kiss with just as much excitement and desire for him, but then you remembered that wasn´t what you had followed Charles to his den for and you broke away from his soft pout, much to the confusion of him.

“I need to talk to you,” you said bluntly, trying to avoid his gaze on you.

“Okay? Sure, about what?” he answered with his green eyes scanning your face to identify an expression he hadn´t seen on your face before, a mixture of avoidance, slight panic and a dash of excitement.

“I think it is better if we sit down for this Cha, “you pointed towards the couch in his living room, which was only a few meters away from you.

Charles shrugged and replied: „Whatever you say, ma belle.”. With a muffled groan he eventually sank down on the piece of furniture and carefully pulled you next him, closer than you were comfortable with right now, so you backed a little bit off, creating some much-needed distance. You put the handbag you had brought with you next to you and took a deep, shaky breath.

“Is it about Pierre almost walking in on us doing it in the garage before I left for Maranello? I know that wasn´t ideal and kind of my fault, but I thought you forgave me,” Charles began apologetically, thinking you were still upset about the last conversation you had with him before he had left for Italy. You couldn´t help but smile at Charles and the face he made, his lips in a big pout to portray how sorry he was about it.

You shook your head, still stiff and too uneasy to finally open your mouth.

“Then it must be about you coming to an upcoming race weekend? Like we already talked about?” Charles continued.

You shook your head again, this time a little faster.

“Okay so the only other thing I can think of that you couldn´t possibly tell me at the restaurant is, that you want to try the whole no sexual relations thing again, but- “

“Charles, I think it is too late for that anyways. I am pregnant,” you let out, your knuckles white from clenching your fist as hard as possible. It took a couple of seconds for the words to fully hit the man across from you, but then his eyes widen, making him look goofy.

“W-what? You are what now?

“Pregnant, as in I am with child,” you whispered.

“How? Oh my god- and it´s mine?” Charles look fell on your still flat stomach, his eyes still looking like they were about to fall out of their sockets.

“I think you know how babies are made, so I assume you want to know when you got me pregnant. Do you remember when we had sex in the pool on vacation? Like without a condom?” you let out a small sigh “yeah I guess one time really is enough, Leclerc, because yes, it is obviously yours.”. You grabbed your handbag, to pull out three positive pregnancy tests, handing them to a stunned Charles.

His hands were trembling as he was looking at the clearly visible, two red lines and he just mumbled repeatedly:” I am stupid.”

“We were stupid,” you shrugged your shoulders “and I understand if you don´t want to be a part of it. I decided to keep it and I will go through this on my own if I have to.” You tried your best to sound strong, determined, but you feared him leaving you to deal with this mess on your own, losing your childhood friend, in the process.

All of the sudden he grabbed your hand with his free one and sternly said: „No, I might be dumb, but not a coward, because I am just as much to… blame for this. I won´t leave my friend and my child,” he eyes still expressing some shock as he said it out loud “hanging. I will take care of you, mon ange.”

With the heavy weight lifted off your shoulders and the pregnancy hormones kicking in out of nowhere, you felt hot tears streaming down your face from relief and your hands wrapping around Charles´ neck to pull him into a hug, which he gladly accepted, still being a little shaken up himself, pressing you against his toned chest and giving you a soft peck on the cheek.

Couple seconds passed before he realized:” Wait, you peed on those, didn´t you?”, tossing the test next him with his tongue sticking out as you were laughing and nodding.

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Weeks had passed since then and Charles wouldn´t leave your side, as the season, a great one for him, had ended. He had tried to convince you to move in with him, because he wanted to have you in his sight as you were roughly four and a half months pregnant, but you insisted on waiting a little longer, as you weren´t showing a lot and you had not told anyone other than your parents and his mother, not even Pierre, who still had no idea that his friends had slept together, and you were still fine on your own.

Charles and you were watching a movie, when your focus shifted towards his well-trained neck and the veins on it, making you gulp a little and your cheeks turn bright red. Stupid hormones.

This didn´t go unnoticed by Charles, who smirked mischievously and turned towards you, before asking:” Like what you see?”

“Sorry, Charles, I really didn´t mean to, it´s just... the hormones, they are driving me insane, making me want to go all feral on you”

“What´s so bad about that? It´s only natural and on top of that it is what you get from not letting me touch you since telling me about this,” he put his hand on your tiny bump, not letting the smirk escape his lips, being amused by your sudden reaction to him and his body.

“Yes, because friends don´t do that,” you said with sarcasm dripping from every word.

“Mhh, friends also don´t expect a child together, do they?” his hand travelled up to your chest and cupping one breast.

“Good counterpoint, Cha,” you countered, before leaning in and kissing him, giving into your needs, which he gladly reciprocated while giving your boob a squeeze, making you moan easily, not being used to the extra sensitivity of your breasts.

Charles pulled you on top of him, so you straddled him, and began kissing up from your belly to your exposed neck, sucking on your sweet spots and leaving behind marks. The hand on your boob, which was only covered by a lacy bra, discarded of it quickly and the Monégasque leaned forward to lick over your nipple, before sucking on it slightly and pulling on it with his teeth, causing you to desperately grind on his hardening cock.

“Good thing is that you are already pregnant, because you are so fucking beautiful, I´d fuck a baby into you right now, if that was not the case”

“Then fuck me, Charles, what are you waiting for?” you teased.

He didn´t let you ask him twice for it, pulling your sweatpants, that you put on to relax in, down and pushing your panties to one side to slide his cock, that he just took out of the restraining fabric of his pants and boxers, into your wet core without a warning, followed by a groan leaving his lips.

Leaving you no time to adjust, he started pounding into you at a steady, fast speed. Your hand found Charles´ hair and pulled on it, causing him to moan your name and to reach down to your wet core to spread the wetness and to start rubbing your clit in circular motions with his index finger.

You started to move in sync with his motions, but Charles spun you around to take control of the situation and pin you down onto the bed, the new angle allowing him to go even faster, making your toes curl and your walls clench around his cock.

“You can let go for me,” he whispered into your ear while hitting the perfect spot inside of you, the one that made you see stars from the intense pleasure and making you cum after a couple more precise movements. The tightness brought Charles over the edge too and he finished half inside of you and half on your throbbing pussy, mixing his cum with your juices.

With a quick kiss, but without any words, Charles got up and went to the bathroom to get a towel to clean you up with it, which you appreciated.

Now that your mind was clearer, you thought about what you and Charles were again; friends that were having a baby together, and for the very first time ever, you started doubting the rightness of it.

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