Sorry I kind of disappeared, I've had alot going on recently but when I just checked back in on my page I realised, I'm at 50 followers! This is so crazy to me, I've only posted two things so thank you all so so much.
I'd love to start posting more regularly but I honestly have no idea where to start, so I would really appreciate some requests. I will write for any driver (formula 1 or 2) so please send something in, dont be shy!!
Requested: yes; "Hey!! I've just read your first fic and I adore your writting style already, can I request a fic with Charles based on the song Dress by Taylor Swift. Like I'm imagining driver reader and Charles in a secret relationship at a gala or something. Mabye it leads to smut but I don't mind. I know it sounds stupid but yeah I'd love to see what you can do with that x"
Summary: Ferraris golden boy and Mercedes newest driver struggle to keep things under wraps in their secret relationship.
Pairing: Charles Leclerc × femdriver!reader
Warnings: SMUT! kind of jelous!charles but not really, car sex, p in v, fingering, thigh riding, riding, slight choking and slight over stimulation (if you squint), no mention of protection (dont try this at home).
Word Count: 2155
Authors Note: I absolutely love this request and its my first so thank you so much! I hope you like what ive come up with! Also, I know that lots of the drivers are friends and hang out and what not but for the perpouse of the story, their rivalries are much stronger.
psst, if youve seen this before, act like you havent. (i accidentally posted the unedited version)
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This has to be the worst part about her job. She is a racer, not an actor or a singer or an influencer. A racer. Y/n never wanted to be at these things. The galas and the black tie events were all so unnecessary but her superiors gave her no choice. It was demanded by the FIA that all drivers made a certain amount of appearances at these charity events.
Now dont get me wrong, y/n has no issue with the events themselves. Shes stupid rich and she knows it. The twenty something year old enjoys giving money to the charities and people who need it most. However what she doesnt enjoy are the formalities and everything else that came with it. She was expected to dress nice and act friendly, mingle with people far more important and rich than she was. Quite frankly it exhausted her. But not Charles.
Her boyfriend loved the attention, thrived in it even. Everyone would always flood to and gather around Ferraris golden boy, who always seemed to glow that little bit brighter with the attention. Y/n however, couldnt stand it. So, if her night was going to be hell, so was his. Thats how she ended up in the long, backless black dress and stupidly high heels.
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"Y/n, over here!" She heard the familiar voice of her teammate from across the room. Scanning the area, she finally spotted Toto and his wife, Sussie, talking to their number one driver.
"Hey guys! Hows it going?" She said as she made her way over and leant up to kiss Lewis cheek.
"Wow, okay is everyone else seeing this?" Toto exclaimed after greeting his driver.
"Yeah I dont think weve ever seen you dressed up this nice. You look wonderful." The younger girl beamed under the praise of her mentor. This part of her life was still so sureal. She grew up watching Lewis race and now she got to hang out with him as team mates.
"Thank you so much you lot. I thought Id try something new, get out of the team gear for a while."
"You should dress up more often." Sussie complemented and smiled as the group went back to the conversation they were in before she arrived.
Thats when she felt it. The hot burn on her back, like two flamming daggers. Turning her head to see the source of the feeling, her eyes locked with her boyfriends. Charles did not look very pleased but before she could excuse herself from the group, Lewis groaned.
"Oh look, the Ferrari boys finally decided to show up." he informed the group.
"Youre going to be one of them next year." Sussie tried to gently remind him but he just let out a defeated grunt.
Y/n and Charles had still not broken eyecontact as he started walking towards her. For a moment, she thought he was going to stop and have a conversation with the Mercedes group. Instead he just walked straight past, brushing his shoulder with hers before looking back over it to send her one of his signature winks. Before he was too far away, she reached out tried to grab for his hand. Why did she do that? How can he have her melting with just a half assed wink like that?
Charles then greeted his own team principal as he observed his partners cheeks heat up and chuckled.
Our secret moments in a crowded room
The pair retreated back to conversation with there own teams and sadly it would be like that for the rest of the night.
They got no idea about me and you
As like most of these occasions, drivers, principals and staff tended to stick with those from their respective teams. There was never really any interaction between groups. Especially not rivals as big as Mercedes and Ferrari. Once the cameras were off and Netflix went home, no one realy wanted to be seen as fraternizing with the enemy.
She hated that. She wanted the feeling of her boyfriend at her side. The ghost like feeling of his touch was still there, even if he walked past a while ago now. It genuinely felt like a peice of her was missing when he wasnt near by.
There is an indentation in the shape of you, made your mark on me, a golden tattoo
Its not that the couple didnt want to be public about their relationship, its just that they were terrified of the media and the FIA tearing them apart. Y/n already had to cope with every sports site only the planet making up some sort of story about how she slept with multiple drivers, principals or FIA board members. Because cleary thats the only explanation as to how she could possibly have a seat. No matter how many wins, points and pole positions she had under her belt, there would always be those who doubted her and question whether she truly deserved her place. A relationship with a driver would only be fuel to their fire.
"Désolé, can I just get past." A pair of hands on her hips pulled her out of her thoughts as her eyes once again met those of Charles Leclerc, making his way to the bar. His touch lingered for far longer than necessary but no one else seemed to notice.
"Im going to get a drink." She said after a beat and excused her self from the growing group of people. Once she turned around, however, her partner was no where to be seen. Y/n just continued on her path and ordered some fruity gin and tonic. That was another issue with these events, although the alchohol was free, it was weak and posh. With that in mind, she asked the bartender to make it a double. "No problem. Rough night so far?"
"Something like that." The driver know he was doing his job but she didnt much want to engage in conversation, already suffering as it is.
Suddenly, she was caged in by pair of arms now leaning on the bar as her favourite scent crowded her senses. "Charles, what are you doing, people will see!?"
"Is this not what you wanted? First you refused to let me get ready at your apartment, now youre wearing this dress," he tugged on the bottom of the open back on her dress, "its quite rude to tease, you know, chéri."
"Tease? Charles I havent done anything, youre the one whose been unnecessarily touchy and you winked at me. Not to mention youre literally pinning me to the bar."
"Mhm, mabye." and with that he walked away, just as her drink arrived. Mabye? What did he mean, mabye?
All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation
Their night continued like this. Constant fleeting touches and eyecontact that said more than words. He noticed how she would stick her hip out more when engaging in conversation. Just like she was noticing how he was licking his lips for than often. Like teenagers trying to get the attention of their crush.
All hope that she had of leaving early with him was gone. He wasnt going to give up that easily. Or so she thought
Her rival kept downing drinks in hopes to distract from his girl but it was useless. He couldnt take it anymore. And by the looks of it, neither could she. They needed eachother.
My hands are shaking from holding back from you
She watched him stand up from his stool at the end of the bar and he nodded towards the hallway.
Without a second thought, the driver scurried after him, not even bothering to give an explanation to the group she was previously engaged with. Her wide eyes scanned all of the doorways for any sign of him once reaching the hallway.
"Y/n." Her heart stopped. It was a low voice, she knew it to be Charles before she even saw him, but it wasnt his usual bubbly tone.
Say my name and everything just stops
He gripped her hand without another word and made his way towards the bathroom. "Wait stop, Charlie, thats too obvious, well get caught." Again, not a word as he simply grunted and dragged her to the exit doors and round the corner to where his pista was parked.
"What has gotten into you baby?" Y/n knew that the dress was getting to him but she couldnt imagine the effect would be this drastic. She didnt have time to think as he open the driver side door and pulled her in. Thank god for tinted windows.
I don't want you like a best friend
Charles hands found purchase on her ass as his girl stradled him and her lips locked with his. The skirt of her dress was rising up while he deepened the kiss and pulled her onto his thigh. She began rocking her hips against his leg in want of that euphoric feeling, while he explored her mouth. The drag of fabric on her clit was delicious as she moaned out in bliss. Charles swallowed her sounds as she sped up her movements and the coil within her core got closer to snapping. She was getting close and he knew it so just as she was on the edge of release, he stopped with a firm grip on her waist, the tight knot in her core loosened.
"You tease me, I will tease you amour." He whispered with a shit eating grin
"But Charles I didnt even-" and its true. She had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. Sure, she had intentionally worn a dress mabye a bit too revealing for this event but she hadent been intentionally teasing him.
"Oh yeah? Why are you even wearing this dress in the first place? Hmm? Who are you all dressed up for?" He looked at her expectantly as he halted her movements on his thigh.
"You my love. Only you." That was all he needed to hear. He lifted her of his lap with one hand as he used the other to undo his belt and pull down his trousers. She got to work on undoing his shirt and began to trace nibble finger tips over his toned chest. Y/n should have noticed the bulge sooner but she was now greeted with his angry red tip leaking precum. Such a pretty cock.
Swiping a finger across the top and collecting the white bead, she locked eyes with him. "Putain.." he breathed as she sucked on her finger.
He pulled the white lace panties to the side and began to drag his heavy head between her lips. Leaving no time to react, he slid into her warmth with one move, this earned a loud moan from both lovers. His wide girth had her screaming and his hand wrapped around her throat to stiffle the moans.
Only bought this dress so you could take it off, take it off
"Got to be quite chéri, there are people still on the street." Charles loosened his hold on her neck and pulled down the top of the dress. Even after almost a year, his size and the stretch still took a few seconds to get used to but once she collected her self, y/n started moving her self up and down and rotating her hips on his length. He attacked her tits with his tounge, sucking and biting all across her chest, in an attempt to muffle his own moans.
Inescapable, im not even gonna try
Chasing her high, y/n sped up as the man beneath her began bucking up and meeting her movements. "Fuck Charles so- so big! Im so close!" she continues babbling as his hand moved from her nipples to her clit and it was only a few seconds before the band within her snapped and she was coming undone. Any other time, y/n would be ashamed in how long she had lasted but he didnt care. She could do no wrong in his eyes.
Charles saw the absent look on her features and took it as his sign to take control as he began thrusting harder into her to achieve his own climax.
"Charlie please! Its too much." She said suddenly as she threw her head back, almost cumming again.
"Fuck y/n! So close, youre squeezing me so tight amour! Thats my good girl!" A string of praise and curses filled her ears as she unravelled above him for a second time, and made a noise like something straight out of a porno as he shot white ropes of his realese into her warmth, still fucking it up into her as he rode out their highs.
And if I get burned, at least we were electrified
She let her head fall into his shoulder as she attempted to catch her breath. "God, remind me to wear dresses like that more often." She said and her boyfriend let out a low laugh, shell take that as a yes.
"I love you y/n."
"I love you too Charles." Her lips met his in another slopy kiss. It tasted like a disgusting mix of whisky and gin but she didnt care.
You kiss my face and we're both drunk
"I think we should go back inside." She said as they parted again for air. The drivers hadnt quite realised how long theyd been gone for.
"No, we cant, weve been gone for too long so its way to suspicious, I will just take you back to your hotel, amour." And with his words she climbed more like fell into the passenger seat, greatful that they didnt have to go back to the torturous function.
The young woman tried to stay awake but after a long week, with her head against the window and his hand on her thigh, she caved into a peaceful slumber. Maybe keeping their relationship hidden isnt such a bad secret after all. Especially for the sake of moments like these.
Everyone thinks that they know us, but they know nothing.
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i know its not the best but it is my first ever smut so please be nice!
Summary: this day is the hardest every year for her, but she wont have to go through it alone this time around.
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader
Warnings: talk about dead parents, mention of a past depression episode but over all fluff.
Word Count: 951
Authors Note: this is quite self indulgent and a bit heavy for a first fic, however, it is very much how im feeling at the moment. Plus, cars is one of my favourite films.
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The blaring morning sun of Monaco shot daggers onto her eyelids, signaling that its time to face the music. But not right now. Right now all she wanted to do was curl into the man she loves and stay that way for the rest of the day.
Rolling over she extended an arm out onto the matress infront of her. The girls whole body shot up when she found it empty and cold.
"Charlie?" Her voice is still hoarse from sleep as she calls out desperately. "Charles, honey?" Y/n was about to climb out of the bed when the door was slowly pushed open.
"Sorry, amour." There he was, carrying her favourite mug as the smell of mint tea wafted through the air. "I was hoping to be back in here with you by the time you woke up." Charles whispered as he kissed her forhead. "Lie back down y/n, we dont have to be anywhere today."
As she fell back onto the bed, she reached out and pulled him with her. With the tightest grip she could muster on his shirt, she began to sob into his chest. They dont need to have any further conversation, Charles will just hold her until shes ready. And then hold her some more. He knows that he would hold her forever if she would let him. To protect her from any further harm that may come their way. But hes still horrified that he may not be there for her, every time he gets in that car.
Charles knows sort of how the woman in his arms is feeling, even if not the full extents. Loosing one parent is horrendous, but both? He has no idea how he would cope in life if he lost his maman aswell. He cannot even begin to understand that kind of hurt. All he can do is be there for her and nurse her through the hurt, like he always has. This man would do anything to stop his girl from collapsing back into the state of depression she was in when he met her.
However, what Charles also knows is that when the time comes around later on in the year, she will be there for him. To let him cry into her neck. To let him tell her all the stories shes heard a hundred times before. To let him choose what they do and eat for a day. But at the momement its y/n who needs the comfort.
"Charles?"
"Yes, chéri?"
"I dont want to go back to sleep." And its true because at least when shes awake she is not alone.
"And you dont have to amour," he gives a small smile as she peers up at him, still not fully releasing her grip on his shirt, "we can stay awake forever if thats what you want. Would you like to put a movie on for now though?"
"Yes please." She replies in a weak whisper, voice now even more sore than it was before.
"Which one are you thinking?"
"Cars." The couple say in unison, after a beat of silence. Charles lets out a small chuckle, the vibrations send a spark of dopamine through her body, even if only for a second.
"You know me so well." She hums again with a smile as big as she could summon, which was still pretty small.
"Ofcourse I do," he kissed the top of her head, "your father took you too see it in the cinema, yes?"
"Yeah, when I was five." She smiled fondly at the memory. Even though its quite faded, she needs to hang on to every one she has of them. "Everytime mum would leave us alone, we would watch it. I could probably recite the entire film to you by now. Imagine our excitement when the second one came out." Her smile got a little brighter before dropping again when she remembered how she refused to watch the third film for atleast a year after it came out. Her grandma had to convinced her to see it. 'For him' she had said.
And that was it. She began to cry uncontrollably again, sobs wracking throgh her body and Charles swore he actually heard his own heart tear in two. It will be like this all day. Driffting in and out of tears. So he just held her tighter.
"Shh shh shh. As long as Im here, youre okay mon amour. Ive got you. And Im not letting go. Ever." He continued to whisper sweet nothings until her sobs died down.
"I think Im good for now thank you, can we watch the film?"
"Ofcourse." Charles rolled over and sat up against the head board so she could sit between his legs. His arms came around her middle as he rested his chin on her head and handed his girl the now luke warm tea.
"Okay. Here we go. Focus. Speed. I am speed. One winner. Forty two loosers. I eat loosers for breakfast."
"Is this what you say to yourself before everyrace?" She looked up at her boyfriend questioningly as Lightning McQueen finished his mantra in the background.
"Obviously." He replied nonchalantly and pecked her lips as the first song began.
She kept going over his words from earlier; as long as hes here, she will be okay. For the first time in a long time, the worst day of the year felt a bit better. Suddenly she didnt have to face the darkness alone. Y/n had the best, most supportive boyfriend a girl could wish for by her side. And he was willing to watch kids films with her.
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please dont be too harsh on me, i know its awful, a bit heavy and incredibly short but its my first ever fic! if you would like to see more of me, please send a request here.
☆ I am happy to write for any driver: Formula 1 or Formula 2
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