DAMMMMMMNNNNNN YOUR STORIES ARE SO GOOD!!!!! 🥵🥵🥵🥵 can you do getting caught giving them a blowjob for Max and Charles (or if you don’t have time to do both then either of your choice) PLEAAAASE 🔥🔥🔥🔥🥰💞
Caught!!!
Summary : Simple, you're almost caught giving Charles a blowjob and Max is caught eating you out. Rating : 18+ Pairing : Charles Leclerc x Reader & Max Verstappen x Reader Word Count : 1,839 Trigger Warnings : 18+, NSFW, Oral Male receiving, Oral female receiving, language & Christian Horner Gif Cred : @frankieslewis & @downinmalibu 💞 Authors Note : One small change because I was working on it before this ask. I've changed Max's to him getting caught going down on you instead, hope you don't mind Anon.
Charles Leclerc
You drove up here some times when Monaco felt so small. When it felt isolating and stifling. Especially with the Formula One circus in town. You liked living here normally except from this one week of the year. You weren’t sure if it was because it was all to close to home for what Charles did. You loved the buzz of race week but when it suddenly became an overcrowded spectacle and you weren’t into it. You hated how everyone wanted a piece of him and how you couldn’t walk down a street holding hands like you usually did. It was as if everyone knew everyone and the world got infinitely smaller. Sometimes you both just needed some space and tonight was one of those nights. You absentmindedly hummed along to the song playing on the radio as Charles pressed down on the gas, speeding up the winding, weaving roads. The engine of his Ferrari roared like a lion. Being in the car with Charles made the rest of the world melt away. He had that effect on you. He relaxed you, even when the roles should have been reversed. Charles pulled into the familiar spot. It wasn’t incredibly secluded but secluded enough. You could see the highway and some other cars scattered around but you were pretty much alone.
It only took ten or so minutes until you were bent over the center console of the car. After all, this was what usually happened when Charles suggested coming up here. Either he had his hand over in your knickers (why you always wore skirts or dresses), you were bent over sucking him off like you currently were or he’d have the seat fully reclined and you’d be in his lap riding him for dear life. Your mind wondered back to the last time he had you up here at nearly 3am. He wanted to get out of the car and fuck you over the bonnet but you were far too shy and far too worried about getting caught. Charles’ hand tightened his grip on the back of your head and you moaned as he shoved your head down a little more so you were practically deep throating him.
“Fuck, baby…” dripped over his parted lips and you could tell he was feeling it, he was getting into the work your mouth was putting in to pleasuring him when suddenly your head pulled back and Charles was turning away from the window of the car.
Immediately, you readjusted your own position in haste and tried to pull your skirt back down to cover up your semi exposed lower half - Charles started this all by reaching over and making sure you weren’t wearing any panties which resulted in him driving one handedly as his fingers got too busy inside of you to use it to drive with. Your body instinctively closed in on itself for protection from whoever was now at the window. Charles looked completely dazed and utterly confused as suddenly the person on the outside banged on the window again and fear struck into his core thinking Monegasque Police had just caught you giving your famous boyfriend a blowjob in the drivers seat of his Ferrari just days away from the start of the Monaco Grand Prix. However, thankfully it was not police.
“Leclerc, Charles Leclerc, oh my God!” She screamed, “Can I get a picture?” It was an overeager female fan and your heart rate increased when you saw the phone. “Charles, her phone. What if she’s been recording?” You pointed out noticing how he hadn’t been able to completely finish doing up his fly. Just as he went to press the button so his window could go down he told you to calm down, the windows were tinted. You watched in semi horror as the window proceeded to go down half way. “I am with my girlfriend. I’m sorry, not to tonight.” The girls face turned and you had to swoop in as he started the engine of the car. You knew it was a close call. Far too close for comfort. It could have been highly embarrassing for both of you if it wasn’t smoothed over quickly, just incase she had seen more than Charles inferred she could have.
“Offer her tickets Charles. Trust me.” “Uh yeah, no picture but uh, how about tickets? What’s your name?” Charles could have taken the picture. It would have been easier than to explain to the Ferrari team why a fan was having tickets put aside by a driver. But it was the only thing you could think of in a hurry. She told him her name and you wrote it down in your phones notes while she gushed over your boyfriend’s talent. He gently started pulling away from his parking spot and let out an exasperated shaky breath. “Close call.” “No shit!’ You exclaimed and finally relaxed back in your seat as he pulled back on to the road and accelerated. “It’s this fucking car.” You blamed the object “Huh?” He absolutely loved his car and you knew it. “It’s not exactly inconspicuous, the massive 16’s on the side?” You rolled your eyes. “If you want to start having risky sex then maybe you need to buy a Lexus.” You watched as his nose crinkled and he made a sick sound while you couldn’t help but laugh at him.
Max Verstappen
He hadn’t had the best day. The car hadn’t been playing game with him. There was something off and everyone knew it. He asked to have some time alone in-between third practice and qualifying to get his head into the zone. That meant no media, no extra things and no interruptions but what it did include was you. They gave him an hour or so before he had to get back into the garage and learn the data.
You tried talking to him. First about the car and practice but then about general things because you sensed he didn’t want his mind on work. Max’s tension was obvious in his shoulders. And it was especially obvious to you in particular because you hated seeing him like that. So you told him to sit on the floor, between your thighs, to work on getting some of his stress out. “There?” You asked when he made a low groan as your fingers dug into the flesh of his fireproof clad shoulder. “Yeah babe, right there.” He said with a grown and it sounded way more sexual to you than the way he probably meant it too. It sent a spark rushing through your core. You felt Max’s hands on your bare ankles and slowly drawing them further up your legs. “Max…” You breathed heavily and it was like an unwritten verbal command to him because before you knew it he was turned on his knees facing you. Those greenish blue orbs bore into you as his hands continued upwards and disappeared under your skirt. An anticipatory sigh that left your mouth was taken as a signal for him to keep going, which he did. With him pulling down your panties and pushing open your thighs.
It only took a few seconds and then you felt his tongue run across your already wet folds. He didn’t need to be doing this. He should be getting in the zone and focusing on what he had to do this afternoon for improvements but here he was on his knees, unselfishly spoiling you. And besides it should have been the other way around. It should have been you on your knees as he fucked your mouth, not him on his knees eating your pussy before he went out for Quali. He moaned against you, his tongue flicking your clit before he replaced it with his forefinger and stared caressing you like only he knew how.
His name left your mouth repeatedly in heavy, undulating sighs while he continued his task to make you cum. Max’s mouth was made for this. You told him many, many times that his tongue was magical and as much as it inflated his ego, it also made him more passionate about eating you out at any given opportunity. Just like he was doing right now. Then, as you were teetering on the edge, right on the very tip of an orgasm, the door to his driver’s room opened;
“Hey Max we’re going to try a different…OH SHIT!” The voice of Christian Horner filled the room and as your boyfriends pillow-y full lips – and expertly trained tongue – pulled away from their previous position, you clamped shut your thighs practically almost trapping him between them. Horner was the last person on earth you would want to ever see you in that position. The sheer thought he had witnessed what he had just witnessed made you want to curl into a ball and just die. How could you possibly look him in the eye now he potentially hadn’t just seen your intimate parts but also the fact he knew what you looked like when you were about you climax? And, Horner had such a big fucking mouth that you knew Max would get ribbed for this from his team – because everyone would know, from PR to mechanics, EVERYONE! - and that meant you would too.
Christian left with multiple apologies falling from his mouth but was laced with an insincere, sniggering undertone. “FUCK!” You moaned and sunk back into the sofa. Right before you closed your eyes you watched Max as he sat back on his legs and rolled his head back before letting out a large, frustrated sigh. “It’s ok, he won't say anything.” He said in an attempt to make the situation better but he knew as well as you did that he was lying. There was a long, pregnant pause before he spoke again; “Do you uh, wanna, I don’t know, continue?” “No, Max! I don’t.” You couldn’t believe that was even on the cards. His boss had just walked in on you while he was going to town on your pussy, it didn’t exactly ignite your soul on fire or fill you with lust. You were completely taken about by the insinuation that he actually did want to keep going so had to clarify it. As you went to grab your panties from the floor he frowned and so you came out with it; “Wait, you do?” “You taste so good…” “Fuck off, Max!” You practically scolded him as his hands went back to your thighs and made an attempt to part them again. But all you could think of was how badly you wanted to take a shower and scratch the memory of Horner walking in on Max eating you out, out of your brain. “I’ll finish tonight then.” He suddenly got up and winked at you. He was insufferable. What made him think you’d be in the mood when by tonight, you and your pussy would be talk of the whole F1 paddock?
