go go juice ⊹ ࣪ ˖
charles leclerc x fem!reader
summary : drunk you has an itch than only charles can scratch
wc : 2,3k
warnings : SMUT !! p in v, rough sex, degrading language, drunk sex, implied consent, dom!charles, dirty talk, basically porn with very little plot
a/n : short because i’m veeeery busy with uni :( i’m planning a longer one tho!

just trying different numbers
didn't think that you'd pick up!
It wasn't your fault, not really.
You weren't supposed to drink, not on a Tuesday. But it was one of your friend's birthday, you were all out, and this was Monaco. C'mon, who wouldn't have taken at least one cosmo?
And two. And then a few more.
It had been a long while since the last time you'd been in a club anyway, might as well make the most of it, right?
So you drank, and danced, and then drank again. Your friends were all happy and so were you. After a difficult week, this was exactly what you needed.
Because God, it had been a hard few days. Your new job was kicking your ass, and you’d had about ten free hours in the last month. Being generous. You needed to have fun, and to fucking relax.
"Babe, I swear you’re so on edge lately." Dina, one of your friends, said while you were by the bar getting your who-knows-which drink. "You need to get laid."
Yeah, that too.
At this point in the night, you couldn’t help but laugh. Because what the hell, she was right.
You were young, and hot, and not to brag but also fun to be around. It wouldn’t be hard to find yourself some guy you could take back home. But that wasn’t what you wanted.
You wanted him.
Charles Leclerc was as handsome as he was insufferable. And if you had to use another adjective to describe him, it would be fucking unreachable.
He spent half his life around the globe, and the other half around his—as he tended to remind you every time he could—many fans. So it was a rare occurrence that you and him were even in the same country.
You had met last year, in a club that felt like he owned and that you were dragged to, one of those days you hardly had enough energy to get out of bed.
Your grumpiness had amused him when his friends introduced themselves to yours, and it was immediately obvious to you that he liked a challenge. From all the women in your group, he had his focus on the one that clearly didn’t want to be there.
Needless to say, you both left pretty early that night. And woke up late the next morning.
To your surprise—because he looked like a one stop kinda guy—he gave you his number, and insisted you'd stay for breakfast.
Maybe if you had, the story could've been different. Perhaps it would've been more natural, more tidy. Instead, it turned into something messier, more fun.
You'd never been on a date, nor you were expecting him to ask you out. That wasn't your game. It was more primal, more needy.
Just a matter of who caved first.
And tonight, that was you. It had been too long since the last time anyway, he sure as hell shouldn’t be surprised.
So you took your phone and difficultly walked to a corner in the club, trying to get at least a bit away from the speakers.
His voice was rough when he picked up, he was probably either sleeping or just about to go to bed. "Well, look at that. It’s been a while."
"Hi." You simply said, and you were sure he could hear the smile on your face.
Charles let out a deep laugh, obviously amused. "Someone’s drunk, huh."
You heard rustling at the other end of the line, which lead you to believe he was getting comfortable.
"Not like it’s stopped you before, has it?"
You could hear him scoffing, knowing you were right. "Oh? So you’re calling me on a Tuesday night to remind me of how much fun we’ve had in the past?"
"I’m more focused on the present." You replied, your hand playing with the edge of your dress.
He paused for a moment, a smirk appearing on his face, enjoying the flirty banter.
"Is that so?" He said in a lower tone. "And just what do you want from me in the present, ma chérie?"
He leaned back into the pillows, holding the phone close to his ear.
You took another sip of your cosmo. "Take a wild guess"
Charles let out a soft, breathy laugh. "How about I pick you up in 15? See where this wild guess takes us."
"Nice plan."
He chuckled again, clearly amused by your willingness. "Atta girl."
He hung up the phone and got out of his bed, getting dressed quickly in some comfy sweatpants and a plain black t-shirt. He took his wallet and car keys just as fast, and in a minute he was out.
He didn't even have to check the location you sent him to know the club you were at. You always went to the same one; fancy, but not overwhelming. The perfect balance between both your lives, if anyone wanted to get poetic.
Ten minutes later, he was standing right next to his favourite Ferrari, leaning against the neat and expensive car, waiting for you to walk out of the club.
He immediately smirked when he saw you, walking difficulty towards him.
"Sober as a judge, huh?" He teased you, crossing his arms.
You shrugged, getting to him. "You've seen me worse."
"True." He nodded. "The call was a surprise tho."
You smiled when he opened the door for you, getting in and looking up at him from your seat. "I was just trying different numbers. Didn't even think you'd pick up."
"When have I ever ignored your calls?"
You hummed, and he walked around the car to get in the driver's seat.
"Like you said, it's been a while."
And it had indeed. Charles could still remember the last time, im your apartment instead of his, after he came home from a bad race.
God, he had really needed the relief that night.
And honestly? Ferrari was still kicking his ass, he could definitely use it today too.
So when you got to his penthouse, he didn't waste any time. You both took your jackets off, and just a minute later your were already laying on the bed with him over you, effusively kissing your neck.
He looked up at you for a second, heavily breathing. "Are you sure?"
Your eyes were pleading when you replied, nodding. "Very."
His heart raced at your answer, the amount of time he'd been away from you adding to his desire. He kissed his way up your neck, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss as his hand slipped under your top.
It didn't take him long to pull it off you, a mischievous glint in his eye as he slowly removed it, tossing it aside. He took a moment to admire your chest before leaning down to kiss along the swells of your breasts.
He smirked against your skin, clearly pleased by the sounds he was eliciting. Slowly, teasingly, he kissed his way down to one nipple, flicking it lightly with his tongue before taking it fully into his mouth.
His other hand continued to explore under your panties, his fingers finding their way to your wet center. He rubbed circles against your clit, his thumb pushing inside you as he sucked on your nipple. "Fuck, baby..." He murmured against your breast. "You're so fucking wet already..."
"Just for you..." You moaned back, heavily breathing.
Charles' ego inflated at your words, and he kissed his way to your other nipple, giving it the same attention as the first. He added a second finger to your pussy, stretching you open as he continued to rub your clit. "Just for me, huh? That's fucking hot."
Your hands moved to his hair, pulling slightly as your head fell back into the pillows.
"You make such pretty noises..." He growled softly, adding a third finger to test your tightness. He was fully hard, listening to your whimpers and moans.
"Spread your legs wider, mon amour." He ordered softly, pumping his fingers slowly. "Let's see how you take my dick."
You obeyed immediately.
Charles swallowed hard at the sight of your spread thighs. He removed his fingers from inside you, making you whimper at the loss. He smirked, licking your wetness off his fingers, before quickly removing his boxers, freeing his large, hard cock.
You looked down at him, making him chuckle.
"Like what you see?" He asked arrogantly, wrapping a hand around his length and giving it a slow pump. He was long and thick, and he knew he'd fill you up completely. "You're about to get fucked so hard, you'll forget all about those other numbers you were calling."
You shook your head, looking at him with your eyebrows pinched together. "I only called you."
"I know, baby." He smirked, grabbing your hips firmly as he slowly pushed just the head inside, stretching your tight entry. "Fuck, you're still so tight." His breathing became heavier, fighting the urge to thrust all the way in. "Should I go slow... or fuck you rough? What do you want tonight, huh?"
"Rough... please, need you..."
"Rough it is then..." He replied, slamming his hips forward, burying himself inside you in one brutal thrust. You cried out in pain and pleasure as he stretched you wide open. He pulled back slightly before slamming into you again, setting a brutal pace.
Charles pounded into you relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. His balls slapped against your ass with each thrust, his cock hitting deep inside you. "Fuck, your pussy was made f'me." He grunted, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
His pace quickened as he watched his body slap against yours, your breasts bouncing wildly. He spread your legs wider, hitting even deeper.
You almost cried out at how deep he was, but instead you bit your lower lip and scratched his back with your nails, trying to keep quiet.
The slight pain from your nails digging into his back only fueled his desire. He fucked you harder, faster, sweat beading on his forehead. "Fuck..." He whispered against your neck, kissing you roughly.
He continued to pound into you, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Shit... you're so fucking tight," He grunted, his face scrunched in concentration.
Charles watched his body slap against yours again and again. Your breasts bounced wildly, making his mouth water. He lowered his head suddenly, capturing one peak between his teeth softly, making you moan again.
He bit down slightly, the small pain mixing with the pleasure. He released your breast, kissing the red mark he left before pulling out suddenly, flipping you onto your stomach. "On your knees," He ordered, giving your ass a hard slap. "Now."
You immediately obeyed, and he kneeled behind you, grabbing your hips and pulling you back onto his thick cock. He started to thrust again, this new position allowing him to go even deeper. His balls slapped against your clit with each thrust, the sound wet and obscene. "Fuck, you feel so good, baby."
You moan again before he held your head down firmly against the mattress with one hand, the other gripping your hip as he fucked you mercilessly. His thrusts were brutal, each one causing the bed to shake beneath you. "That's it... fucking take my cock like a good girl."
Charles felt your nails digging into the sheets, knowing how close you must be. His thrusts became shorter, more intense, targeting your deepest spots. Leaning over, he growled in your ear. "Gonna fucking ruin this tight pussy. No one will ever fuck you like this."
He reached down with one hand, grabbing one of your breasts roughly and squeezing it tightly as he continued to thrust into you from behind. "Fucking hell... these tits..." He groaned deeply.
Feeling your muffled moans against the mattress, he pushed your head down harder, knowing it was making you feel helpless and completely dominated. He leaned down over your back, fucking you harder than ever before. "Is this what you wanted, huh?"
You could only moan in reply, nodding against the sheets.
His hips moved like a machine, slamming against your round ass with each thrust. He could hear you loudly moaning against the mattress, but he didn't care. Right now, he was only concerned with destroying your pussy. "Fucking slut... taking my big dick so well."
Charles kept holding you down. With your face buried in the bed, he could feel your moans vibrating against it as he fucked you relentlessly. He reached around, finding your clit and rubbing it roughly with his thumb. The combination of the intense thrusts and the direct stimulation sent you over the edge. "Fuck... I'm gonna cum...!"
"Ah!" Your back arched against him. "Holy shit!"
He felt your body tense up, your pussy clamping down on his cock as you came. The feeling was too much for him, and with a loud groan, he buried himself deep inside you. He came violently, filling your pussy with his hot seed. "FUCK!"
Charles growled as he kept releasing inside you, and then he held you tightly, making sure you stayed grounded before collapsing on top of you.
You let out a deep breath, and he pulled out, laying on his back after groaning, one of his hands moving to the back of his head. An instant went by, and you looked at Charles. He immediately moved you closer to him, making you rest on his naked and sweaty chest.
After a few seconds in silence, trying to catch his breath, the monegasque moved a bit so he could look down at you. "Were you serious? About me being your only call."
You looked up at him, smiling, your cheeks still blushed. "Maybe."
He hummed. "Maybe. Okay, I can work with that."
"Am I a project now?" You asked, still teasing him.
"I wouldn’t say a project." He replied, leaning closer to you so he could kiss you. Slowly this time.
And after you both pulled away, he added: "You’re a goal."
You couldn’t hide a smirk. This should be interesting.
