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Want you — Charles Leclerc

You and Charles don’t get along, or so you think.

Word count — 1,6k

warnings: +18. enemies to lovers vibes. please don't read if you feel uncomfortable. Minors don't interact!

You and Charles didn’t like eachother. There was no way you could spend more than five minutes with him without wanting to put your hands around his neck. The first time you met was when your friend invited you to the paddock to go see her boyfriend and you met Charles. From that moment on, the fire had burned between you.

The rest of the times you had crossed paths resulted in fights, mistreatment and crosstalk. You hated Charles Leclerc from the bottom of your heart and believed the feeling was mutual.

That night your friends had invited you to a party and had disappeared within minutes. They were traitors.

"Ma chérie, come over here."

You heard Charles' voice and his deep accent. You even turned to look at him, the last time you saw him that night, he was sitting in an armchair with a girl. He probably got himself a new girlfriend, you knew how quickly men like him changed partners.

A moment later, you felt a hand wrap around your hip. You turned around to start insulting the person who thought to have the right to touch you, until you saw it was Charles. He was touching you intimately and smiling, a smile that made him look even more attractive than he already was. You liked him badly, the worst thing is that you liked him badly because every time he bothered you, you wanted to shut up his mouth with a kiss. Leclerc was bad for your health and your pride.

"Say you’re with me, the girls are being annoying."

You looked at him with disgust, you were not a little girl who indulged in his charms. Even if the man was beautiful, even if he caught your eye, you wouldn’t pretend to be with him.

"Get out of here, man up and tell them you’re not interested."

Charles stopped glancing at the girls and looked only at you.

"Man up?"

"Yeah, it seems like you don't have balls."

Saying that, you left him alone, looking for your friends. You went out into the yard and saw that one of them was kissing one of Charles’s friends. You didn’t dare go near it, so you just walked back into the house and took out your cell phone. You texted them that you were going to the party and before you set foot outside the house, you went to find a bathroom.

You went upstairs and found it, once you washed your hands and walked out, you bumped into someone. You were about to apologize when you saw it was Charles.

"Oh, it’s you." you said, making a complaint.

"You're the worst. I'm so tired of you."

You let out a laugh without any grace.

"Tired of me? Your life must be boring, because you have nothing else to do but bother me."

Suddenly, Charles pushed you into the bathroom. You were about to give him a punch, when he reached out his hand and grabbed you firmly by the neck. Shit. You stared at him, expecting some movement from him. Charles held his mouth close to yours, hoping for some reaction, that you would say some insult but unlike the other times, you were silent. You were waiting to see what he did.

"You're such a fucking tease, you know that?"

The monegasque took the opportunity to bring his mouth closer to his and close the distance. You gasped in his mouth. Kissing Charles was blistering, not a sweet man or a man who spent his time, neither was he shy. He kissed you like he was dehydrated and your mouth was the only thing in his grasp. And you were loving it, even if you were playing with fire.

At that point, you no longer owned your body or your own senses. Each kiss made you more excited.

"Someone's needy." he whispered, walking away and attacking your neck with his mouth.

"Fuck you, Charles."

Charles continued to kiss your neck, leaving marks that you would surely regret later. The bathroom was too small to move, but he pushed you up the sink and started touching you with his hands. You used to hate his touch, but now you felt it was all you needed. All you could do was let go and enjoy the moment. You were wearing a dress, so Charles took it up to your stomach and he could see your underwear.

"Did you say you hated me? It doesn’t seem like you did. You're wet."

"I'm not wet for you, there were a lot of attractive men downstairs." you were never gonna admit to him that he was guilty of making you feel that way. He let out a laugh that reached the fabric of your underwear.

"That’s weird, because every time I saw you, you were watching me. I like it when you get jealous, by the way."

The Ferrari driver wouldn’t let you answer instantly, he ran a finger through the folds of your vagina, without having taken off his underwear.

God, Charles was very good with his hands.

"I’m not jealous, I wasn’t looking at you."

You barely understood what you were saying and what was coming out of your mouth. You wanted Leclerc to keep his hands on you, and preferably in your sex.

"Well, I was looking at you. I couldn't stop myself tonight. Seeing you in that dress made me hard."

Charles took it upon himself to run your thong to the side, and began to move his fingers. You tried to bite your mouth and avoid letting out moans, but it was impossible because he was very good with what he was doing. Your whole body was receptive, every sigh, every breath made everything burn. Your skin burned.

You looked down and found that he was looking at you intently, looking for your reactions.

"I'm really enjoying the view. It's not every day I get to fuck someone so pretty."

"Oh, Charles."

Charles worked you with great attention and skill, moving his fingers as if it was the only reason he lived. The orgasm was slowly arming in your system and when you finally arrived, the driver brought his mouth and left you a kiss in your pussy. Shit, shit, shit. How were you gonna get Charles out of your head if that moment was gonna be remembered forever? How could you look him in the face and keep fighting if you knew the only way they could agree?

"You are beautiful."

Charles said in your ear and you put your mouth to his. You looked at him for a moment, not knowing if it was a good idea to kiss him. Without waiting another moment, the pilot kissed you and began to drop his pants.

You could hear the music from downstairs, the party was still going on and your friends were probably thinking that you had gone home, if they had separated from the people they were with and read your message. However, something much more interesting was happening in that bathroom.

Charles took a condom from somewhere and put it on him, not before he looked at you for your consent. You nodded your head and bit your lip, seeing Charlrs so on the edge, so wild and aggressive, you wanted him to pour all his anger into you.

"You said I don't have balls, I want to see you now."

Charles' threat was clear.

You moved your hands to his shoulders, your nails stuck in his back, over his shirt. He moved his hips, causing the friction between his cock and your pussy to make you see stars. The only thing that came out of your mouth were groans and his name, while he made you swallow all the insults you had once said against him.

"Please, Charles."

"Please, what? For someone who used to talk too much, now you look very quiet. Talk to me."

You no longer knew what you were asking, there was a cruel way in which he was using you as he wanted. You wanted his hand to go back to your neck, so you extended your arm and took his right hand, Charles put his hand back into your skin, while he held you like no one ever had before. With his hand on your neck, his concentration and your groans, you lost track of time and the supposed enmity.

"Keep it up, please. Don’t stop."

"You’re in no position to give me orders."

"Fuck you."

His lips came up to you and he left kisses on your cheek, God, you were about to cry and Charles loved making you feel so on the edge. Sweat was beginning to build up on his forehead and a sweaty Charles was too much for your ovaries. He bit his lip and kept up the pace, although it was a matter of time before you both came to orgasm.

It was wild, it was brutal and it was exactly what you needed. It was impossible to hold on any longer and when his mouth approached yours to give you a kiss, the two reached the climax. You let out a scream in his mouth and his lips bumped into yours, you bit his lip to make him pay for all the ways he made you angry, the times he treated you like a fool and all the stupid fights.

You both looked at each other silently, you didn’t know what to say. You had never had quiet moments, so the silence felt strange. His hand was still on your neck and his dick was still inside you.

"Good thing I know how to keep you quiet now."

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Mine — Charles Leclerc

Charles doesn't seem happy when he sees you smile at Max like that. It's time for you to recognize who you belong to.

Word count — 1k

warnings: +18. dom charles. dumbification. translated french. please don't read if you feel uncomfortable. Minors don't interact!

You and Charles had been secretly dating for the last two months. It was a private relationship and not even the inner circle of yours and your own brother knew. Your brother was a formula one driver, who also had a very good friendship with Charles and that made everything complicated. The relationship developed in secret, with smiles and gazes when no one was watching. Admitting it to everyone was among your plans, but it was still too early to do so.

So since nobody knew, that meant other men still thought you were available. Like Max Verstappen.

It all started when Max approached you, both were at a party surrounded by other drivers and formula one employees. Your brother had left your side long ago, in search of alcohol and more fun. You and Max started talking about different topics and you didn’t notice your boyfriend watching you from a distance. Max was a little past drinks and was behaving a little friendlier than he usually was in your presence.

His hand touched your shoulder at a sudden moment and when you saw him almost stumble on his own feet, you offered to fetch a glass of water for him. That’s when Charles intercepted you.

Charles had been tired of the way Max constantly approached you, the way you were such a good girl to laugh at his stupid jokes and flirting. Somebody had to put a stop to all that, and that was gonna be Charles. You were his.

"C'mere."

"Charles."

You stood there, looking around. Your brother was distracted, so there was no danger. Not yet.

"I’m not asking you, do it."

You listened to him, and his hand went straight to your waist, where he pressed a little hard. You could see how his brow was furrowed and he looked angry. He began to guide you through the tumult of people, until you ended up in a much more empty place, where there was no one to bother you and him.

"Is something wrong, baby?"

"You know what’s going on, ma chérie."

"Is this about Max? I think he drank a lot more than he can handle and he's acting silly..." "We’re getting out of here. It's late."

You didn’t really feel like staying either. You had arrived at the party a few hours ago and after talking to the people closest to you, you wanted to go home with Charles. However, you didn’t know your man was that angry. When he drove through the streets, the car remained silent. The tension was palpable, and you didn’t dare talk.

Once in Charles' place, you couldn’t pull off your heels because your boyfriend picked you up in his arms, heading for his bedroom. He abruptly laid you on the bed and you choked a gasp.

"Take off your clothes, don’t waste my time."

"Charles..."

You’ve never seen your boyfriend so desperate to have you, and somehow, you felt powerful to know that as much as it seemed otherwise, you also had the power. You made him insane.

"Can’t your stupid mind understand what I’m telling you? Take off your clothes, don’t make me repeat it."

You listened to your boyfriend, took off your dress, and then also your underwear. Charles' tongue went through his lower lip and you felt your body begging for him. He was the only one who knew how to please you. He was the only one who knew how to touch you properly, just the way you needed him.

"Spread your legs, now."

You spread your legs and look at Charles approaching down to your lower area, without any shame. That man was obsessed with your pussy and he was proud of it. You felt the heat from his mouth, until his tongue touched your clit and you moaned. Hell, one lick and he already made you feel desperate for your release.

"Louder. Let me hear you."

Your moans grew louder, as Charles pressed his tongue against your clitoris. He knew how to make you feel good. Each lick felt deeper.

"Tu as si bon goût (you taste so good), I missed the way you taste."

Oh, god. Charles was so good at licking you.

"Too bad you’re dumb, ma chérie."

"Charles..."

"That’s what you are, if you were smart enough you would know what other men want from you. What Max wants from you. You smile while they only think about one thing, about fucking you. It's almost like you enjoyed that. Sorry to interrupt your entertainment, but I'm your man. I don't allow any of that."

"I'm not—"

Charles removed his tongue from your clit, to look at you severely. The loss made you complain, you wanted him to lick your pussy again.

"I don’t care what you think. Look at you, you’re a fucking mess. All wet and all I did was licking you."

“Now keep your eyes on me."

You kept your eyes on him, while his mouth found the exact friction to make you feel you were too close to release. His hands were probably gonna leave bruises from the way he squeezed your thighs hard, the way he punished you for making him angry. None of that mattered to you.

Charles walked away from you again and began to take off his shirt, then his pants, undressing completely.

"Charles." you whimpered his name.

"Ask me to make you come and I will. I'm being nice today."

"Make me come, please my love." you barely got the words out of your mouth and Charles was on top of you.

His mouth covered yours in a deep kiss. Charles' tongue pushed into your mouth, demanding entrance and you opened for him as he took you. It’s like his mouth punished you for making him lose control and acting like that. Your fingers dig into his hair, feeling that your body needed him more than ever. Charles parted your legs wide while positioning his body above you. He groaned when he felt the slickness between your thighs.

"You’re mine, ma chérie. Always remember that."

His cock inside you made you let out a new moan and his movements became accelerated. You were both so desperate, so close to coming, you were losing your minds.

"Tu es à moi, tu m’appartiens (you're mine, you belong to me). You know, your pussy knows."

"I'm yours, Charles."

One loud moan announced your orgasm. Your legs shaking didn't stop him from chasing his climax. Another thrust, and Charles buried his head in the crook of your neck.

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