Charles Leclerc one shots

Scissors - CL16

"I hope you never ever cut your hair. Or put gel in it" you said dreamily, fingers scratching his head as his head was on your chest. You just came down from your highs and Charles fell on top of you, still inside and breathing deeply. "You hear me? I don't want this gone" you said, moving his head so he could look into your eyes. "Bien sûr" he said, pecking your lips as he pulled out of you. "I hope I wasn't too loud" you said as he cleaned you with a wet cloth. "We'll see in the morning" Charles smirked. You shot him a dirty look, he was the horny one all day and his family were in the same house. "C'mon they all know it by now" he shrugged. "Know what?" You asked. "That we're having sex. And you don't have to be ashamed. I heard Arthur and Clara the other day going at it when they thought no one was around" he said. "Eww Charles, now you're eavesdropping people having sex?" You asked. "I was just getting your cup refilled. It's not my fault they were being loud" he shrugged, tickling your sides. "You're the worst" you said, pushing his hands away to wrap them around your body. "Je t'aime" he whispered. "I love you too".

"So... how did you sleep?" Arthur asked. "Pretty good. I'm starving tho" you replied, picking a croissant from the table. "I'm sure it was" he teased. "Y-Yeah" you said, your cheeks turning pink. "Enough teasing, Arthur. We made a truce remember?" Charles asked, already by your side. "A truce?" You asked. "Yeah I know. I was just teasing you" Arthur shrugged. "Well don't. Or I'll tell everyone". "Tell what?" You asked, being super confused. "That I caught them having sex in the closet" Charles explained. "Oh. I didn't want to know that" you said.

"Y/N!!! He wants to cut his hair!"
"Huh?" You asked. "Y/N! Charles just asked me to cut his hair!" His mother said. "I told him not to". "I know. That's why he didn't want me to told you, but I had to" Pascale said. "That little—. Can I borrow your scissors?" You asked and she nodded.

Charles was down in the living room, a huge mirror placed in front of his chair. He was typing away on his phone so he didn't bother looking up to see who was coming. He thought it was his mother, coming back as she said. "So what haircut would you want Charles (Șarl)" you asked, threading your fingers through his fluff. "Y/N? Where's my mom?" He asked. "I'm now your hairdresser. Care to tell me why do you want to cut this beautiful hair?" You asked, looking at him through the mirror. "I'm sorry, I should've told you, but didn't want to upset you" he said. "I'll have to punish you later" you grinned and his shoulders tended. "Don't worry, you'll be in good hands. And I can't cut this. It's a work of art" you said, referring to his hair. "But it's a pain in the ass" he whined. "Okay cut it but not too much okay? I can live with that" you suggested. "Can you tell my mom to come and you can watch? Tell her when to stop" he asked and you nodded.

"So? Is it okay?" Charles asked, hands in his new haircut. "Yeah. You look very handsome" you said, kissing him. "So I'll still be punished?" He whispered asked. "Yep. Don't even try and forget it" you warned. "Yes ma'am" he chuckled.

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