#Charles Leclerc x male reader

[koalapastries]

your f1 boyfriend is on his period

trans ftm!formula one x male reader

request: can we get texts with trans!drivers and they feel really uncomfortable about something (dysphoria, hate, their period, etc)?

dysphoric drivers, online hate

summary: your boyfriend got his period

warnings: swearing, drivers being dramatic (as everyone is allowed to be on their period), mentions of dysphoria (oscar), allusions to cheating—no actual cheating tho (charles, seb), driver!reader (jenson), suggestive content (charles, seb), mentions of pregnancy and baby fever (seb)

contains: charles leclerc, franco colapinto, george russell, jenson button, oscar piastri, + sebastian vettel

©koalapastries :: please do not copy or rewrite my work on any platform !!

author's note: heavily inspired by me lol. hope you like it! some were surprise visits from the no-baby tantrum bc some people have irregular cycles (eapecially if they’re on T).

comments + reblogs appreciated!

credits: @/cafekitsune for the dividers!

[legendary-69420]

Billionaire on the Track MOMENTS-3 (Extras ✨)

(Racing Hearts : VOLUME ?) MASTERLIST : RACING HEARTS

The interview was going well—smooth, lighthearted, and full of the usual banter that came with Formula 1 media rounds. Charles leaned back in his seat, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips as the reporter posed the next question.

"Charles, being a Ferrari driver comes with some perks, no? Tell us, if you could have any car in the world, what would it be?"

Charles tilted his head, considering the question, then chuckled. "Well, I’m pretty sure that if I ask, ‘I would like to drive this car,’ then Ferrari will make it happen. So yeah, this is obviously very, very special. Whatever car, whichever year, Ferrari can make it happen."

The room erupted in polite laughter, the ease in Charles’ tone and his casual confidence earning a few nods of agreement from the audience.

But then came Mark’s turn.

Sitting beside Charles, Mark Spencer adjusted his watch—a luxury piece that subtly caught the light—and answered with a nonchalant shrug. "Well, I’m pretty sure I’d already own the car I want in my collection."

The room fell silent for a moment, the blunt honesty of Mark’s words catching everyone off guard. Then, scattered laughter and murmurs filled the space.

Charles shot Mark a sideways glance, one eyebrow raised, as if to say, Really? But Mark, as usual, seemed utterly unbothered, leaning back in his chair with an easy smile.

Later, the internet buzzed with reactions to the interview.

"Charles is so spoiled by Ferrari, but Mark is such a spoiled brat…who does he think he is?"

"Wait, how rich is this guy to own every car he wants?"

"I like how he’s crazy rich but never actually mentions it."

"Mark really said 'Oh, I probably already own it' like it's nothing 😭🔥. Must be NICE to be that rich 💸."

"Charles is spoiled by Ferrari, but Mark is on ANOTHER level 😳. Imagine owning every car you dream of 🚗✨. Unreal."

"The AUDACITY of him to say that so casually 😭. I both hate him and want to be him 🥲💀."

"Charles: 'Ferrari will get me anything.' Mark: 'I already have it.' THESE TWO ARE ON COMPLETELY DIFFERENT LEVELS OF SPOILED 😭🔥."

"I swear this man lives in a different dimension 😂. Billionaire + F1 driver + insanely hot?? UNFAIR 💔🔥."

"Mark is out here reminding us all that we’re broke in the most elegant way possible 💀💸😭."

"So Mark’s basically been rich, famous, talented, and handsome his entire life? COOL COOL, I’M FINE, DEFINITELY NOT JEALOUS 🥲🔥."

"He’s so rich, yet so CHILL about it 🤷‍♂️😎. That’s the kind of rich we all aspire to be 💰✨."

Mark’s fans were quick to defend him, though, pointing out that his wealth had little to do with his skills on the track. Still, the intrigue around Mark’s family grew.

At home in Monaco, Charles sat on his couch, scrolling through Twitter on his phone. Every other tweet seemed to mention Mark’s comment or speculate about his background. His curiosity got the better of him.

Arthur, Charles’ younger brother, wandered into the living room, munching on an apple.

"Arthur," Charles said, not looking up from his phone, "do me a favor. Look up Mark Spencer’s family. I want to know who they are."

Arthur gave him a skeptical look. "Why? Feeling nosy ?"

"Just do it," Charles said, exasperated. "He said something in the interview today, and now the whole internet is losing its mind."

Arthur sighed, but he grabbed his laptop and started typing. It didn’t take long for him to find what he was looking for. A few minutes later, his eyes widened as he read through the search results.

"Okay," Arthur said, glancing at Charles. "This guy is… loaded. Like, top three billionaires in Italy loaded."

Charles’ eyebrows shot up. "Top three? You’re joking."

"I’m not," Arthur said, spinning the laptop around to show Charles the screen. "The Spencers are involved in everything—Coca-Cola, luxury brands like Louis Vuitton and Gucci, you name it. And apparently, they’ve been doing business with Ferrari for, like, 25 years. It’s practically in their blood."

Charles leaned forward, skimming through the details on the screen. The Spencer name carried weight, not just in Italy but globally. Alessandro Spencer, Mark’s father, was listed as one of the most influential businessmen in the world.

"So, he’s not just some rich guy," Charles muttered. "He’s that rich."

Arthur smirked. "Yup. Makes sense why he chose Ferrari, though, doesn’t it? Family history and all that."

Charles frowned. "Do people think that’s why he’s here? Because of his family?"

Arthur shrugged. "Some might. But listen to this—when Alessandro Spencer was asked about it, he said, ‘My son’s professional life is not affected by his family.’ So, basically, Mark got into F1 because of talent, not connections."

Charles leaned back in his seat, processing the information. Mark was an enigma. On one hand, he was the poster child for wealth and privilege, casually mentioning his car collection like it was nothing. On the other hand, he’d worked his way into Formula 1 on merit alone, proving that he wasn’t just coasting on his family name.

"Interesting," Charles murmured, a slight smile tugging at his lips. He was beginning to understand why Mark carried himself the way he did. There was more to the man than met the eye, and Charles couldn’t help but feel a little more intrigued.

---

The next time Charles saw Mark, it was at the track. Mark was leaning against a wall, chatting casually with a few engineers.

"Hey, Spencer," Charles called out, walking over.

Mark turned, his signature smirk already in place. "LecLec. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Charles crossed his arms. "So, how big is this car collection of yours?"

Mark laughed, a deep, genuine sound. "Not Big enough," he said cryptically.

Charles shook his head, a grin breaking through despite himself. "You’re unbelievable."

"I try," Mark said with a wink. Then, as if sensing that Charles had been digging into his background, he added, "You know, you can just ask me next time, instead of sending your little brother on a fact-finding mission."

Charles froze. "How did you—"

Mark simply tapped the side of his head. "I have my ways."

As Mark walked away, Charles couldn’t help but laugh. The guy was impossible to figure out, but one thing was certain—Mark Spencer was full of surprises. (In reality Arthur just mentioned about it when him and Mark were simply texting about casual stuff)

[iheartmonaco]

Charles Leclerc X GN!reader texts

🔻warnings: nothing too much just some bit of suggestive stuff and a kms joke (and an ab pic in case someone peeks over your shoulder lol)

🔻masterlist soon? I should make one atp

[issdisgrace]

RANDOM NSFW THOUGHTS I'VE HAD ABOUT F1 DRIVERS

WARNINGS: Nsfw, read at your own risk, hide your eyes if you a minor, and remember these are just thoughts I had

Lando spread out on a bed. He's sobbing from pure overstimulation, he shooting blanks at this point, but he wants more. He's sobbing for you to continue even though he's spent. It hurts so good he doesn't care.

Tying Charles up and taking photos of him while making fun of him. He looks so pretty, his cock leaking against his stomach, tears forming in his eyes from the humiliation.

Max all pretty in a dress and heels bent over your lap. Dress hiked up, ass red and burning from spanking him.

Cutting Carlos chest and thighs, licking up the blood afterwards. Him arching up into the knife because while it stings you look so fucking hot licking his blood up.

I feel like Logan would like to be called mommy in bed. He doesn't know why there's just something about that title that makes him feel hot and sexy.

George with a medical kink. You playing doctor and him playing patient. And getting him undress under the guise of doing a prostate exam but instead you fuck him and then leave him with your cum leaking out of him.

Breeding Fernando, pumping load after load into him till your shooting blanks. Then pulling out and watching all your cum seep out him and to add to everything taking photos of his fucked out hole.

Oscar purposely sleeping naked so you have easy access to his hole so if you wake up horny you can just fuck him. He also loves waking up to the feeling of your cum in his hole.

[starboye]

Kinktober Day 17

starring: charles leclerc x male reader

request: cuck/stag fic with Charles leclerc the f1 driver, he seems like he’d be a huge cumdump behind closed doors and the reader could share him as punishment/desperation.

warnings: smut, cursing, cuck/stag, cum eating, ass eating, slight degradation, cumdump!charles, masturbation

it was a sort of bet thing you had going on, if charles won then he was off the hook but if he lost you got to control him for the rest of the day, and you don't know if it was that he wanted that or if the nerves got to him but he lost.

that's to bad for him as now you had every man in a ten mile radius coming over to destroy his hole, his moans were filling the room like water on the titanic (crazy analogy i know) but that didn't stop you from calling in the next man after the last emptied his load into charles.

"y/n please it's to much" he hicced, all the loads he got pumped into him must've been making him loopy, he was a whimpering begging mess in between men but the moment another man got to wrecking his hole he was pleading for more and more.

"just a couple more guys then we can go" you had your hand wrapped around your cock stroking it as you watched him get fucked again by some large man and it was no secret he was enjoying it.

you could probably hear his babbling down the hall with how loud he was being, you had blown about three loads now watching different men rearrange your boyfriends guts.

but how could you not when he just look at him, he was a raging slut and who would you be to deny your lil slut of taking as many dicks as he wants, the last guy walked in the door, big burly man with the largest cock you had seen that day.

you were excites to see if it was even going to fit, he pressed the tip against charles hole and pushed slowly in, he was parting his ass like the red sea as charles moaned and thrashed around from the slight pain.

why was it turning you on so much, you don't know but you just wanted to see him get his ass destroyed, and that's what happend when the man started thrusting into charles like he was nothing.

you could see it poking at his belly a little, further pushing it out after his belly was already inflated with the countless loads in him "fuck please sir more" charles moaned to no surprise for you, he'd always beg for the biggest cock and that's what he got.

he was gripping the bed and trying to pull away but the man always slammed him right back on his cock, just as the man came in charles you burst you load again all over the ground "you got a good hole here" the man says deeply, slapping charles ass and leaving.

before you even said anything you were rushing you eat the cum out of charles ass, slurping the deliciousness from his leaking gaped ass hole, it tasted so good you couldn't wait to do this again.

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[cheesec4kee]

hi beautiful !! i hope you had a wonderful easter (if you celebrated) and are well. can you please write a charles x reader isnpired by colonge by beabadoobee !! maybe like a secret relationship they have to keep private

much love xxxx

hate what this song is about — CL¹⁶ ୨୧

keeping it private to respect his boundaries, but is it wrong for you to want a little more?

**warnings ! : gn reader, slightly if not very ooc Charles, angst (sorry if this wasn’t what you wanted I couldn’t help myself), mentions and acts of intimacy, unprotected sex (do not try at home!!), not proofread, slight smut, cliche writing lol

**a/n ! : we’re just going to ignore how i disappeared for like months without a single trace and how this is so rushed lol. I completely lost track what I was supposed to write about and maybe this ended up not being similar to the song at all so it’s probably weird but either way hope you enjoy this :P (reblogs very much appreciated!)

— angst (and slight smut?) under the cut

You would love if Charles could just stay for a little bit longer, a little bit more. And though it was selfish to admit, you couldn’t help the frustration bubbling up inside of you when you could barely see him, how the two of you couldn’t go out like a normal couple because of how he wants to keep you safe from the flashing cameras of the paparazzi — the microphones and the mountain of questions which would burden you. And you wished you didn’t care, wish you could just let it go, and accept the fact that he’s just trying to protect you.

But you can’t. You want him to come back home to you, to call you back in a hour and ensure you that he was fine. You want him to — shit, the list goes on.

And you wish he could leave the scent of his cologne, how you see couples wearing their significant other’s clothes, you want that to be you. And you should’ve heed his warning when he mentioned he doesn’t have a lot of availability to give you the attention you deserve, and fuck you should’ve taken it into consideration because you were struggling so much — struggling to take in the fact that he wasn’t here with you whenever you needed him, that he wasn’t here with you doing things a normal couple would, no — you felt like a hoe he would pick up on the streets to fuck.

There were nights you find yourself spiraling, swallowed by the darkness of your room bunched up in your blanket while growing dizzy at the thoughts haunting you, thoughts of how you weren’t conventionally attractive or seductive enough for him to love you. And it hurts, no matter how much he reassures you, his praises slipping past his lips and how beautiful you are, you could hardly believe it. You could hardly believe the fact that he genuinely loves you, even if it was such a mean thing to think about, how much of a terrible significant other you would be for thinking about such thing and how hurt he would be once he found out.

You hate the fact you felt like a toy during intimacy, a toy for him to use then discard so easily on the streets, and you wish you could have more than that, you want to be more than just a toy for him. One round wasn’t enough for you to feel it. To feel how much he loves and cares for you, to feel how he wants you the same way you want him. To feel satisfied. And maybe you’ve been reading too much books, because oh how badly you want him to kiss your neck and leave pretty markings, own you against your own will — you want it all.

It’s fucking toxic. The way you want him so much and all to yourself, how you could barely give a shit about anyone else if it wasn’t him. You couldn’t last a day without thinking about him, without needing the constant reassurance from him that the two of you would be fine — because he claims that your relationship will be public very soon with a tender kiss to your forehead which sends pleasant tingles down your spine, claims that soon enough, you two could be a regular couple together, out in the public — going on dates, and he promises, that you’d enjoy it.

“Please, kiss my neck.”

And the silence that follows is stomach swallowing, how you noticed the way his expression softens a little while he caresses your cheek gently, his hot breath grazing the side of your jaw gently, noticing how he whispers softly into your ear.

“You know I can’t do that, sweetheart.” and though you’ve heard it so many times, it still hurts. It still feels like a punch right in the gut. You could feel the disappointment creeping up inside your stomach, the way your arms grew slightly more tense around his neck, how a forced smile tugs the corners of your lips as you instinctively reply with, ‘it’s okay, I get it.’

But you don’t. You don’t get it. You don’t get how a simple kiss on your neck would be such a big risk, how it would be like gambling all your investments away on a double or nothing bet. You hate how you don’t feel satisfied despite the fact he was so deep inside of you, thighs wrapped around his waist, your walls clutching him tightly. You hate how you can’t focus on the feeling of desire and pleasure while having intimacy with him, having to fake your pleasure and enjoyment, you hate how cumming doesn’t feel like a wave of emotions and relief anymore, you hated it — hated it all. It’s like it was so hard to ask for, to be a normal couple. He’s done it with other people before you, so why is it so hard with you?

The sound of skin slapping and the lewd squelching noises bounces off the room, followed by the heavy breathing and soft pants slipping past from both of your lips as he rolls his hips, grunting and lost in pleasure — but you were lost in your own world, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes and slowly streaming down your cheeks, but they weren’t tears of pleasure, no. You hate how selfish you are, hate how the tears streaming down your cheeks aren’t from pleasure during intimacy right now.

You want the floor to open up and swallow you whole. You could feel the way your gummy walls drag against his cock, and you should be loving it right now, should be shuddering and moaning his name — but you weren’t. You can’t, no, not anymore. Even after he shoots his load inside of you, hot and thick ropes slowly oozing out of your hole as he pulls out, mixed with your own mess, you weren’t satisfied. You needed one more round, to ensure what you were feeling was just fake — to ensure that you were just overthinking things.

“let’s go for another round.” And you should’ve put in thought about the possibilities of his answer instead of blurting it out. You noticed the way he pulls back slightly, looking at you hesitantly — the way a forced chuckle escapes his lips as he pulls his boxers up with a small shake of his head.

“wish I could, pretty. but I got work to do,” he breathes out, chest heaving and breathing still heavy and labored from the ‘intimate’ moment the two of you had just shared seconds ago. And he notices the way you shift in the bed uncomfortably, the way disappointment creeps up into your eyes, written all over your face and it made him feel a little guilty, how your intimate moments had always been so rushed, not slow and sensual like how it should be — but he can’t afford that, no not right now. He has far better things to do, he thinks.

He leans forward, brushing the hair out of your face and pressing a soft, tender kiss against your forehead while murmuring soft praises and how he’ll be back soon which you knew was complete bullshit before pulling back and slipping his shirt back on, zipping his pants up as he packs up his stuff swiftly — walking out of your bedroom and leaving you there on the tousled, stained sheets of your bed.

‘Are you attractive?’ No, you don’t think so. It was somehow a miracle you had managed to even pull a man as gorgeous as Charles. Your thighs clench, sticky and messy with cum as you lay there, naked — chest heaving as you try to focus on anything else then him, than what had just happened. No matter how much he reassures you that you’re perfect, how he loves you for you are — you can’t find it in your heart to believe him. You were certain he was beyond annoyed by now with you constantly asking for his reassurance, and the thought made your stomach twist, how he would wake up late in the mornings to reply to you, to reassure you. You despise the fact that no matter how much you try to get yourself distracted, even in the showers, all you could think about was him. About your relationship, about the fact he denies having a partner out in the public when you’re here, hiding in his shadow.

You’ve been on and off so much lately, constantly going from confident that he indeed does love you, to back to overthinking everything and pressing the send button on your phone. You let out a sigh, cleaning up the mess between your thighs with a hot, damp towel and pulling the sheets off from your bed. You try to ignore the uncomfortable churn of your stomach, how heavy your heart feels and how your bottom lip is quivering. Your brows furrow as you feel the numbing on your arms, and maybe you’ve been hurting too much — because intimacy with Charles has just been so draining lately, no longer sensual and passionate, leaving you longing and wishing for more.

Not any amount of roses and candles lit inside your room could bring the sensual and passionate feeling anymore. Even if the room smelled pleasant, even if the room no longer smelled like his cologne which has now left you with a burdening feeling, it didn’t feel the same anymore. It was like that feeling was long gone, no longer present in the bond between you two. The once, passionate and loving bond the two of you had was long gone in your eyes, only left with the burdening feeling of being just a mere sex toy for him to use then discard, forget about, and move on.

He’s been in your head too much lately, and fuck you hate it. You hate it so much, you hate the way any simple thing could remind you of him so easily, how doing mundane tasks couldn’t be done without you thinking about him at least once. You hate the way the discomfort creeps up on you and how your shoulder tenses as soon as the thought of him comes back to haunt you, like he was always lurking at the back of your mind, like he was always there to creep up behind you and haunt your whole being until the unpleasant fate of death would soon wash upon you.

‘You’re so pretty.’ He would say, and gosh you’d explode. His praises would constantly ring in your head, the thoughts of him were always so confusing. A part of you wanted to love him, and another part of you wanted to hate him. You were conflicted — because he’s a good boyfriend if you exclude the ‘secret relationship’ and the lack of time he has for you as of late. You just wanted him to take a break from all the racing, all the paparazzi and the fame — from everything. You know it’s selfish to think of such things, but shit — you wanted, craved his attention so badly.

And you’ve been home alone, watching him race on the TV, wishing you could be there to celebrate and congratulate with him, not staying home because it was ‘too risky, and you’d be bombarded with questions.’ You constantly found yourself shifting in the couch uncomfortably, thumb hesitating to press the call button on your phone — brows furrowed in thought.

‘Won’t you just drop your shift and pick up the phone?’

Before you could stop yourself, to stop and think for a minute, you found your thumbs acting on their own — typing in its own message that they’ve been dying to type in, thumb hovering over the send button hesitantly until you ‘accidentally’ slipped and sent the message.

“I wanna break up.”

an : this is so different from the song cologne lmao but I literally don’t know anymore

[leosxrealm]

ᴍᴀɴ ɪɴ ʀᴇᴅ

pairing(s): Charles Leclerc x male! Norris! reader

request: Charles Leclerc x m!reader but his older brother is Lando and he always goes to his races and gradually learns about Charles and grows a hatred for him bc he thinks he's just a rich French (Which Charles constantly corrects) guy but he eventually gets to know him so its like an enemies to lovers kind of thing?

warning(s): fluff!! kind of slow burn, long chapter (3k words), mentions of manipulative ex, alcohol, reader is Charles' gay awakening, also reader and Charles didn't have the best first impression of each other

(a/n): reader's age isn't specified so it can be read as whatever age you want reader to be (21+ cause there's alcohol involved). this was requested so long ago oml. hope you enjoy it anon <3

!not proofread!

Bahrain, 2023

"Can't you fucking watch where you're going?"

"Yo. Chill out, mate," You say, a little taken back by the stranger's outburst and even your own response. You throw up your hands in surrender, leaning your body slightly backward as if to tell the guy in the red t-shirt that you didn't mean any harm. 

You didn't intentionally bump into him. Who even does that? Too busy talking to your sister on the phone, you didn't see where you were going. And it looks like he didn't either. It was a mistake made by both of you. Why was he making such a big deal out of it?

"Don't tell me what to do," he lets out through gritted teeth. Turning on his heels, he walks away. 

"What's that dude's problem anyway?" you scoff, your mood turning sour at the strange dude's behavior. "What dude?" your sister asks. 

That took you by surprise, you forgot you were on a phone call with her. "Some French dude I ran into. He was being a bitch for no reason," you grimace, thinking back to the encounter.

"You know who he was?" your sister asks, curiosity getting the best of her. 

"Nah. Couldn't see his face."

You continued talking to your sister for a while, just until your brother was free from some team meeting that he had to attend after the free practice session.

"You have any other plans for the night?" your brother asks, looking up from his phone. He was definitely planning on hitting some bar with his friends. You could take a break, let yourself unwind for a night, you think.

"Not really," you say with a shrug. 

"Good."

---

"Who's that?" you practically shout, trying to be louder than the music playing. "Who?" Daniel shouts back. You point at the man across the room. He was standing next to your brother, talking to him. 

"Oh! That's Charles," Danny answers with a grin. "Lando and him are good friends. I think," he adds as an afterthought. You hum in response, not like he would have heard that over all the noise. You recognize the man now, he is your friend's teammate. "Oh, they're coming here," Danny says, tapping your shoulder. 

"I don't think I've introduced you two yet," is the first thing Lando says when he reaches you. "Y/n this is Charles," you stick out your hand, giving the new guy a 'hey' as well. 

"Charles this is, Y/n." Charles just gives you a nod and a loose handshake, before disappearing somewhere else. You raise your eyebrow at his odd behavior. 

"Don't mind him. He's a sweet guy, he just had a bad practice today," Daniel says from next to you. You simply shrug, it's not like he mattered to you. 

"Anyway," he grins, summoning two shot glasses from god knows where "Who's ready for some good time?" Lando cheers, ready to have some fun. You shake your head at your younger brother, of course, he's ready to party.

"Not you. You're still practically a child," Danny says while side-eyeing Lando. Your brother opens his mouth, ready to give his friend a piece of his mind before being interrupted by you. "He's right, bro," you nod, "You're what? Like 13?" 

Lando was no longer cheering.

---

"Y/n! It's so good to see you mate!" Carlos says, bringing you in for a side hug. "Carlos!" you laugh, reciprocating the hug, "it's been a while." 

"Yeah, mate. You kinda disappeared on us," he laughs, trying to remember when was the last time he saw you in person. "We were going to get lunch. You wanna join?" 

"We?"

"Uhh...There he is," he says after spotting his teammate. "Charles!" he waves his teammate over, "Do you mind if my friend here joins us for lunch?" You look at him puzzled, you hadn't even agreed to it yet. You shake your head, typical Carlos.

"Uh.. yeah no. It's fine."

You just blink at him, not that he would notice cause he was busy typing away on his phone; he didn't even look your way. A little rude, you'd say. 

---

It's a nice Middle Eastern restaurant that Carlos had picked. You and Carlos were busy talking away, reminiscing about the past, and catching up to date on each other's lives as well. Sure, you had seen his Instagram posts, and known what he had been doing, but hearing it from him was still different. Same for him.

A sudden ring disturbs your conversation with Carlos. "Sorry I have to take this," Charles says as he gets up, and exits the restaurant. You raise your brow, a little confused by his behavior. Not just today, but ever since you've met him. You have seen interviews and fan interactions with him, he certainly did not seem like the grumpy type.

"He certainly isn't like the guy they show on television," you comment, sipping on your wine. Carlos sighs, making you look at him. "What?" you raise an eyebrow. 

"He's a good guy... It's just... I don't know..." he pauses, taking a moment to think, "There's something going on with him." He chews the inside of his cheeks, squinting his eyes to look at Charles who was leaning against his car outside the restaurant, still on a call with someone you didn't know. "I heard, he's having some problems with his girlfriend."

"Trouble with his girlfriend?" you ask, taking another sip of your drink. With nothing to do here, you had been getting bored either way. And a little gossip never hurt anyone.

"Yeah. I don't know the details. It's just what I've heard," he sips his drink, "They looked tense around each other too." 

"Mmm..."

Miami, 2023

"Didn't expect to see you here." 

You turn around, your scotch glass still in your hand. "Charles," you were surprised as well. You didn't expect to see the Ferrari driver at some random charity event. "Care for a drink?" you wave to the bartender, not even waiting for his answer.

"Scotch. Neat," he orders. 

He takes a seat beside you, gulping down his drink in one go. "You good, mate?" you ask, a little concerned about the man. "Hm? Yeah. Don't worry." If he wasn't going to tell you himself, you wouldn't push him. After all, you two weren't exactly friends.

You two stuck to each other for the rest of the evening. It was better than walking around alone. During this time, you had gotten to know a bit about each other as well. He wasn't as bad of a guy as you had originally thought. 

"Yeah, she clearly knew he was flirting with her, and instead of telling the guy she had a boyfriend, she was flirting back. Even letting him cling to her."

"Oh..." you take a sip of your water, deciding on no more drinks for the night.

"And when I asked her about this, she called me a "jealous, possessive boyfriend who's taking away her freedom." Her words, not mine." he continues to rant, using air quotes to emphasize his point. He sighs, she had betrayed his trust; even if people wouldn't exactly call this cheating, in Charles' book, it was. 

"It's all good now. I'm over her," he smiles.

"No wonder you were such a piss baby in Bahrain. No offense," you chuckle slightly.

He looks down a little embarrassed, he knows how he acted like an asshole during that time. And not just to you. He would've understood if you would've given him the cold shoulder tonight. But you didn't.

"Yeah... About that-"

"It's all good, mate. No hard feelings," you cut him off. You knew he was sorry about his rude behavior, it was written all over his face.

"You wanna ditch this event?" you ask, a smile growing on your face. He laughs, not expecting such a question after the (one-sided) heart-to-heart conversation that you two just had. He appreciated it nonetheless. If you were trying to lift his mood, it was certainly starting to work.

"And go where?" he asks after a good laugh.

"I know someone who's hosting a party," you shrug. 

"Ditching an event to go to a party?"

"Ditching a boring event to go to a fun party," you correct, grinning at him.

---

"You never said it was gonna be a houseboat party," he shouts over the loud music. "Welcome to Miami!" you laugh.

You grab his elbow, dragging him towards the tiki bar. Ordering two drinks, you push one in his direction. "What's that?" he eyes the drink.

"This," you emphasize, raising your own glass, "is the perfect way to forget about your gaslighting ex-girlfriend." He laughs, appreciating the humor. The both of you chug down your drinks. 

You drag him over to the dance floor, quite practically forcing him to dance. "Come on, mate," you urge him, "If you wanted to be boring you could've stayed at the event." He laughs, finally loosing up. You two continue to dance, having some more drinks in between. 

---

"Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!..." The chanting continues, daring, challenging you to jump in the water. Charles sneaks up behind you, pushing you into the water. You turn around just before he could, holding onto him, and dragging him in as well.

You submerge, laughing as you do. Charles gasps, still a little surprised, before he laughs as well. He holds on to your shoulder, still heaving. Your shirt that you had worn to the charity event, sticking to your body.

 He eyes you, for longer than he should have. This was new. He doesn't think he had ever been interested in another man's body before. He tears his eyes away, trying to cool down the warmth that suddenly spread throughout his body. 

Your friend, the host, pulls you up, slapping you on the back in the process. You help Charles after, "accidently" pulling him by a little more force than needed. He bumps into you. He doesn't pull away like you half expected him to. He pulls away just slightly enough to see your face. Your hands go to his hips, swaying his body, along with yours, to the beat of the music.

---

The sound of laughter rings out in the surprisingly empty street of Miami. It's a small road, probably that's why. It's well into the early hours of the morning. 

It's media day and Charles knows his manager's gonna hate him when he shows up looking dead, still hungover. He couldn't care less about that now. He hasn't felt this good, this free, in forever. 

He looks to his side, you're walking beside him, one of your hands in your trouser's pocket, the other holding your blazer, a few of your shirt buttons open, slightly exposing your well-built chest and shoulder. 

"I'm so fucking tired oh my god," you laugh, looking up at the sky. Even though you couldn't see the stars because of all the lights, the sky still looked pretty. "Me too," he says, his eyes fixed on you.

"Hm?" you look at him from the corner of your eyes, "something on my face?" 

"Huh? No. Why would you think that?" he clears his throat, averting his eyes. 

"You're staring." The tip of his ears turns red. He can't believe he got caught staring. "Not that I mind." His eyes widened, but he didn't reply. You look at him from the corner of your eyes. Did I make him uncomfortable? you wondered. 

You don't say anything after that as the both of you walk back to your hotel. Charles' room came first. You stood behind him as he unlocks the door. "Wanna come inside?" he asks, turning around, and standing in the doorway. 

You smile, "Can't." He frowns slightly at your vague reply. "I have a flight in a few hours. And I still have to pack and take a shower. I should probably get something to eat as well," you scratch the back of your head, sometimes you get sick of traveling so much. 

His mouth forms an 'O' in understanding. "You're not staying for the Grand Prix?"

"I have yet another event I have to attend," you sigh, "and this one... I can't skip."

You start walking backward, not ready to turn your back on him yet. With both of your busy schedules, you don't know when you will be able to see him next. 

"I'll see you around, Charlie," you give a short wave, turning your back on him, and going to the elevator. Charles watches you leave, till he can't see you any longer. He looks down, a smile gracing his face. You had started calling him that at the party, he had thought it was because you were drunk, but apparently not.

It was truly a night he wouldn't be able to forget.

Silverstone, 2023

Charles has been on the lookout for you ever since he arrived here. It was Lando's home race, and he was hoping you would be there as well. It's Friday when he hears from Carlos that you're in the paddock. Supporting Mclaren, obviously. 

Carlos and you are good friends, right? Would that be enough for you to drop by the Ferrari garage? And you do. You stop by the Ferrari garage to say hi to Carlos, or at least that's what Charles thinks. 

You've been talking to Carlos since you arrived. A different thought inhabits his mind. Do you remember him? Was he even worth remembering?

He doesn't want to find the answers to his own thoughts that are going wild. He doesn't think he can handle you saying that you don't remember him. That night, as simple as it was, meant a lot to him. He doesn't think he can handle the person he's been searching for, ever since that day two months ago, to say that they don't remember him.

"Y/n, I hope you remember my teammate, Charles."

Carlos' voice rings through his ears. He looks up to see Carlos and you walking over to him. You nod, glancing in his direction. Carlos looks behind you to see his engineer motioning him over. "I'll see you later, mate. It seems they need me."

"Charlie," you grin. A sudden warmth spreads throughout his face and body. It's been so long, far too long since he had heard your voice. "Y/n."

"Walk with me," you say to him, quiet enough that even he was barely able to hear it. He walks beside you wordlessly. "How you been, Charlie?" there it was, that nickname again. "Uhh... I've been good. Barely gotten any time to myself after having races back to back."

You nod in understanding. Athletes really do have a tough schedule, don't they? You walk around the paddock, running into a couple of people on the way, who were very surprised, to say the least, at your unexpected friendship with the Monégasque. 

You talk about things, completely unrelated to either of your lives, just enjoying each other's presence. In a people full of paddock, there were only you two. 

As much as Charles loves racing, he wishes he had a little more time before he had to go for the free practice. "Charlies," you call out, making the Ferrari driver stop in his tracks. He turns around, a confused look on his face. "Dinner tonight? On me."

It felt like his face was on fire. Were you asking him out on a date? No, he shouldn't get his hopes up. You're friends with half the grid, maybe they're invited as well. He nods, his face the same color as his car. 

"Great," a grin spreads on your face, "I'll see you tonight." 

---

Charles was trying to tie a tie when he heard knocks on his room's door. He rushes around the hotel room to get to the door. "Y/n..." he trails off taking in your outfit. You looked... expensive. All his previous worries of over-dressing were gone. Now, he was worried that he was under-dressed. 

"Charlie," you greet him. Your eyes land on his messily done tie. "Having troubles?" Charles looks down, following your eyes. "Uhmm..." he clears his throat, a little embarrassed that he couldn't even tie a tie. 

You laugh, following him into his room. "Lemme see," you gesture for him to come closer. He does. He steps a little closer, not too close; he tries to respect your boundaries. You pull him closer by his tie, careful enough to not hurt him.

"How am I supposed to help you with it if you're gonna stand so far away?" you murmur, your hands working on his tie. "There," you smile, "all done." You don't step back. Neither does he.

He looks down, the tips of your shoes are almost touching his. That's how close you're standing. "Should I wear something else?" he questions, "I feel under-dressed."

"You're not. You look perfect," you grin at him, "Trust me, Charlie."

---

You open the passenger side for him to get out. It feels a little weird, Charles thinks, he has always been the one to hold open the gates for people, his dates specifically. He was raised to be a gentleman. It felt different for someone to open the hold the gate for him. 

He thanks you as he gets out of your car. You had insisted to pick him up. The both of you walk towards the restaurant. Charles heaves out a sigh of relief, there's no paparazzi around, at least he could enjoy the night peacefully with you.

"Reservation for two. Under Norris." 

Reservation for two? he gulps. He's happy to be able to spend time with you alone, without other people butting in, but he's also nervous at the same time because you two are alone. 

The both of you are led to a table. He walks behind you silently. The butterflies filled his stomach. Since when did he get so nervous on first dates? Was this even a date? He frowns ever so slightly, he hopes it is.

The conversation flows freely between you two. No cameras flashing in your faces, no people there to recognize you two. It was more peaceful compared to your night spent in Miami. 

Like all good things, the night had to come to an end as well. You find yourself standing in front of his hotel room once again. "Want to come inside?" He hopes this time, your answer would be yes. 

It was.

(a/n): was this close to adding surprise angst once again 🤏🏼 uh and i won’t be making a part two for this. i felt like the ending was perfect so i left it as it was. if you have any drabble ideas with this pairing don’t hesitate to send that in!! hope you guys enjoy this :)

HC: Carlos asked for all the details later when he found out about your veryyyyyy unexpected friendship with Charles

[6rookie-writer0110]

New Lyrics tonight

Charles Leclerc x Male Reader

Summary - Bonding over music

Charles has been training at the track all day. Charles and Carlos are on the race track racing each other. After the race, they didn't agree on who beat who. Charles sits down to take a break and he checks his phone. He saw your text and he started to smile and he started to text you back. He doesn't like to text all the time but with you is an expectation. Carlos sits next to Charles and they begin to talk then Carlos mentions you.

“It’s sad that Y/N is not in the band anymore,” Carlos said.

“What are you talking about?” Charles asked.

Carlos took out his phone and showed him the article. You were kicked out of your band and you didn't tell Charles about it.

“Y/N didn't tell me,” Charles said.

“You should talk to him” Carlos said.

“I will,” Charles said.

You were in the band for many years. You met Charles when his friends took him to see the band perform. His friends knew the leader singer then you met Charles through them. You didn't know what was Formula 1 or that he was a famous driver. The more you got to know Charles, then you started to get into Formula 1. You moved in with Charles in Monaco and the relationship got serious fast from the start. The relationship is a secret for many reasons.

Hours later, Charles finished training and he went home. He noticed a lot of crumpled papers on the floor and he walked toward you. He gives you a peck on the lips and he sits next to you.

“Y/N, what happened with the band? Carlos told me that you left the band” Charles said

“I was kicked out of the band I was in since the beginning. The new manager is an asshole and everyone is agreeing to sing crappy music which we always hated” You sighed

“Why you didn't tell me, Y/N?” Charles asked

“The race started and you were training a lot. I didn't want to ruin your focus, that's why I didn't say anything” You said

“You miss the band?” Charles asked

“No, because it was going in a direction I didn't like,” You said

“I’m sorry I wasn't there when you needed me,” Charles said

You kiss him on the lips and he starts to kiss you back.

“I’m not mad, Charles,” You said.

“You can make your own music and your own songs” Charles smiled.

“Yeah, I can. I was trying to write music but I kept getting stuck” You said

He kissed you again then he grabbed your hand.

“You need a break,” Charles said

He kissed your forehead. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to his chest. You just cuddle with him on the couch and he listens to you talk about your solo project. Later, he took a shower and put on pajamas then you watched Charles make dinner for you. You decided to help him cook and he gave you encouragement not to give up on your music.

——

In the middle of the night, you and Charles couldn't sleep. You and Charles head to the living room and he starts to play the piano and you start to sing while writing down the lyrics. You grab your acoustic guitar and he continues to play the piano.

✫ ✯ ✬ ✯

You come home and Charles grabs Your hand, he takes you toward the piano.

“What is it?” You asked.

You sit down next to him.

“In your song, there should be soft music playing then you start to Sing. It will go like this” Charles Said.

He starts to play the piano and you just listen. Sometimes he would teach you how to play the piano.

“That was great. And I like your idea” You smiled.

“I thought you wouldn't like it,” Charles said.

You kissed him on the lips.

“I really do like it” You smiled.

You grab your notebook and you change the lyrics. He tells you where to stop then sing again then you start to sing and you follow his lead.

[gogoconvstore]

Lovin' Me Pt. 1

NOTE: This is texts again, just me being a little silly. Also pls pls pls pls pls send requests 😘😘😘also lmk if yall f w the changing images depending on song

KINDA FREAKY ON LANDOS BTW

SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG AND IS A 2 PART STORY I JUST FELT BAD ABOUT TAKING SO LONG!!!!!!!!!

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, texts

Now Playing: Lovin' Me - FIFTY FIFTY

Description: He misses you so much and now he's sick!? Of course it's the one time you're visiting family and he couldn't come because of a race.

Anything not English is google translated so sorry if its wrong!

MORE COMING SOON!

PT1 CONTAINING: Oscar Piastri, Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris, Max Verstappen

PT2 CONTAINING: Lewis Hamilton, George Russell, Logan Sargeant, Kimi Antonelli, Arthur Leclerc, Ollie Bearman, Paul Aron

Oscar Piastri:

Charles Leclerc: (i forgor to give the english translation soz)

Lando Norris:

Max Verstappen:

[emotionally-damaged-carrot]

Charles Leclerc x male reader

Spectacles

Thought about this like last year, been wanting to write it. I was gonna make it sad cause haven't done one of those in a long time but eh. Enjoy 🫶

Mostly in Charles' pov.

Warning:none

"Chaaaaaarles?"

A shout could be heard from somewhere in the ferrari garage.

"Better see what that's about, Charles, we're done for the day anyway."

Fred told Charles with a smile as he ruffled his hair.

"It's most likely about his glasses."

I said as I took a pair out from my bag.

"Why is it that he always loses his glasses, I'll never know."

Fred said with a questioning look.

"I'm off now, get some rest, winterbreak is just next week, and it's still wedneaday."

He said as he walked away.

"Charles?"

"You lost them again?"

Y/n nodded with a guilty smile.

"Here, I bought another pair incase you lose yours."

"th-this is embarrassing, sorry."

He put them on looking ashamed.

"It's fine, it's probably just in my driver's room."

I said as I took his hand and pulled him with me as I began to walk outside.

"Sorry for losing my glasses all the time."

"Y/n, it's fine, I know once you put them down it's hard to find cause your eyes are so shit."

I said with a laugh as I gripped his hand tighter.

"that's mean."

He pouted.

"Just facts, amour, have you eaten yet?"

I asked as I looked at him, he shook his head no.

"What do you want to eat?"

"I don't know."

"Do you even want to eat?"

I looked at him with a bored look as we approached my car. He shook his head as he gave me a smile.

"You don't have a choice, I know you haven't eaten since lunch, I'm getting you, your favourite."

I gave him a smile as I opened the passenger door for him and closed it after he got in.

"Do you want to stop by anywhere before we go to our room?"

I asked as I started the car and backed out of our parking spot.

"No, I wanna sleep."

"We eat first, then brush our teeth and sleep."

I drove out of the parking lot and placed my hand on his thigh occasionally squeezing.

"Fine."

"You have squishy thighs."

I glanced at him for a moment, seeing him blush and looking down, I chuckled.

"Let's just have our food delivered to our room, we might cause a crowd to form if I get out."

He nodded as I gave his thigh a pat.

After some time we made it in front of our hotel, a valet approached our car, I got out of the car and gave him the key as I opened the passenger door.

"Come on, princess."

I held his hand as he got out and closed the door, we made our way inside the hotel as the valet drove off.

"What do you want to drink?"

"Iced coffee please."

"This late? Are you okay in the head, love?"

I looked at him confused as I stopped walking.

"I like it."

"Fine, but you are going to eat."

"Sure.

We arrived inside our room, he immediately let go of me and jumped on the bed going over to my side and burying his face in my pillow.

"Can you even breathe?"

I sat beside him, petting his hair as I grabbed the hotel phone, getting ready to order our food.

I felt him nod.

"No you can't, come on."

I grabbed his head and put it on my lap as I dialed the front desk, I continued running my fingers through his hair as I ordered our food.

"You really need to eat more."

I worriedly said as I put the phone down, I felt something nudge my hand as I did. Looking over I see a pair of glasses behind the telephone.

"I think I found your glasses, amour."

I laughed softly as I reached over to take the glasses off the table and held it in front of his face.

"Where was it?"

He asked excitedly as he took the glasses from my hand.

"Behind the telephone."

"Ow... I wonder who put that there."

He rolled his eyes as I recalled the events of last night.

"Don't blame me, I was too excited to fuck you."

I laughed.

"You're vulgar."

He blushed as he tried to get up but I held him down by putting my hand on his forehead.

"Stay, it feels nice like this, calm."

He grumbled but obliged, moments passed and we heard a knock on the door.

"Must be our food, I'll get it, stay here."

I gently laid his head on a pillow as I got up and went to the door to get our food.

"Sorry it took a while, the person was a fan."

"No worries, I'm not even hungry."

"Yes you are, now get up and come here on the table and eat before I dragged you here."

I said sternly as I prepared our food.

"Okay, Mother."

"You're childish, hurry up."

"Don't rush me, I still need to put my crocs on."

He slowly slithered off the bed and onto the floor making me roll my eyes.

"Come on, up, up."

I approached him and pulled him up by his hand before carrying him to the chair next to the table.

"Is my iced coffee, here?"

He looked around the table searching for his coffee.

"Eat at least half of your food first before I give it to you."

I waved his beloved coffee in front of him.

"You monster."

He tried to sound menacing.

"Eat."

"Charles?"

He asked as I sat down in front of him.

"Hm?"

"How many pairs of glasses did you buy?"

"why??"

I asked confused.

"just 2, why?"

"Nothing, just asking."

"No it does not mean you can lose your glasses 2 times and just approach me."

I rolled my eyes knowing him too well.

"You're so mean."

"just eat."

———

After eating and he finished his iced coffee, we laid in bed. Just cuddling, me being the big spoon, I buried my face in his hair, taking a deep breath of his shampoo.

"You smell nice."

I mumbled against his hair.

"I know."

"You're so arrogant."

"But you wuv me."

He whined.

"Unfortunately, now g to bed, we need rest, it's 2am."

"Fine...... I love you."

"Love you too, ma lumière."

"Goodnight, Charles."

"Goodnight, Y/n."

[its-ares]

— Ballad of Us

"Are you ready, mon chéri?". You sit next to Charles on the couch, everything is ready on his phone to publish your song together and your relationship. Your heart is racing with excitement, but Charles' smile calms you down. You squeeze his arm, "Yes, I'm ready." Charles grins broadly and presses the publish button. "I love you, mon chéri," Charles says and kisses you passionately.

Within the next few minutes, you get hundreds of notifications on Twitter and Instagram. The fans were all over the place, some trying to find out the timeline of your relationship, which you both find very funny. There were no signs that you two were a couple, no one noticed or ever thought that Charles was with a man.

You answer your families' messages in the group chat, your heart swells with love and you kiss Charles lovingly. "I would like to come to your race this weekend, I'm ready," you announce and Charles hugs you tightly. "Thank you mon cœur, you have no idea how much this means to me." You are ready to show the world how much you love Charles, the song was just the beginning, you think, and you smile at the thought of what is still to come.

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐱

You cry when you see Charles cross the finish line. Your families hug you and you see Charles coming towards you. He hugs you and you kiss him passionately. "I'm so happy for you," you whisper and Charles gently wipes away your tears. Your boyfriend hugs you tightly one more time before he goes back to his team. He deserves to celebrate, Pascale hugs you and you laugh. Today is a magical day.

You celebrate Charles' victory until late at night and eventually you end up on a small boat. The lights of Monaco glitter on the water, Charles is at the helm and you hug your boyfriend from behind. "I'm so proud of you, je t'aime." Charles smiles and you kiss his cheek. At some point Charles stops the boat and pulls out his phone, he opens Spotify and you hear the first sounds of your song. You laugh as Charles offers you his hand and you dance tightly embraced and look deep into each other's eyes.

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

In the quiet moments, hearts combust, This Ballad of Us, built on trust. Your love, my haven, warm and bright, In your arms, everything's right.

[koalapastries]

you miss your f1 boyfriend

formula one x male!reader (largely gn was written with the intent of being x male!reader)

summary: you text your boyfriend when they’re away

warnings: swearing (does that count?)

contains: oscar piastri, logan sargeant, charles leclerc, sebastian vettel, george russell, + alex albon

©koalapastries :: please do not copy or rewrite my work on any other platforms !!

author’s note: first ever published fic and first time doing text fics so feedback is appreciated but please be kind!

credits: @/cafekitsune for the dividers!

[legendary-69420]

You mentioned that Mark unintentionally flirts with people. But what about when he intentionally flirts? Like he intentionally flirts with an interviewer? Jealous Charles, even the other drivers blush? Also, who tops? Please let it be Mark.

Love your work!🩵

First of all thank you for reading my work!!! 💖 @angrybluebirdgladiator

Also I forgot to include this :

Well we'll see that In the Next Volume FTR Mark is very much of a lighthearted but complex character He is very much of a popular guy so it's obvious that he can charm literally anyone But at the same time he is an oblivious bean. So he cannot understand if anyone tries to flirt with him. We will see Jealous Charles and Mark's flirting skills in the next volume. ALSO Mark's background is not much known. But what we know is that he's super CRAZY rich, is a charmer, looks freakin hot ,is a fun guy etc. (according to charles) (Well this is awkward cuz I may have accidentally dropped some hints about an upcoming chapter) And we will see more of Mark's Charm in Next VOLUME (It's pretty big as I have made the chapter list and it contains 30+ minimum.) As to Answer you question...I may have dropped some hints about Mark's sexual preferences in Volume 2 during one specific dialogue of Charles.

If YES : The main plot will not be affected by it thus if anyone wants to skip (which I highly doubt anyone will) they can. If NO: Their Relationship will be pure literally and will no need any spice to show the intimacy in their relationship. RACING HEARTS : VOLUME ?

[iheartmonaco]

Calling them "bro"

🔸 F1 Drivers X Male Reader (Can be taken as Gender Neutral too, only mentioned 'boyfriend' in Charles'

🔸inc.: Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Max Verstappen, Daniel Ricciardo, George Russell, Lewis Hamilton, Sebastian Vettel

[issdisgrace]

LINGERIE I THINK CERTAIN F1 DRIVERS WOULD WEAR

WARNINGS: Lingerie, hide your eyes kids

CARLOS

CHARLES

FERNANDO

GEORGE

MAX

OSCAR

[starboye]

pairing: charles leclerc x male reader

summary: charles come home after a tiring race and just wants some loving from his boyfriend

warnings: smut, mentions of breeding, established relationship

charles opens the door your apartment and throws his bags on the floor "welcome home babe" you say holding your arms out for a hug "hey baby" charles reciprocates tired "you okay" you ask worriedly "yeah just tired" charles says "well how was the race" you ask hoping he won "yeah we won" charles says walking to the living room.

"that's amazing" you cheerily say jumping into charles arms and hugging him tightly "yeah it is" charles chuckles "we should celebrate let's go out to eat" you say happily "I was thinking of another way we could celebrate" charles says grabbing your by the wrist and pulling you into his arms "like how" you ask.

"maybe you and me have some fun" charles hints lightly tugging the hem of your shirt "oh but I thought you were tired" you say biting the bottom of your lip "for you I could do it" charles says "well then you sit back and relax and I'll make you feel all good" you say saying guiding charles onto the couch, he throws his arms over the couch and rest them and sits with his legs open.

you straddle his lap and kiss him eagerly "you can look but don't touch I don't want you to do a thing" you say "I don't know how I'd be able to resist a man as handsome as you" charles says with a grin "you got this" you say moving your kisses to his neck, leaving long wet kisses across his skin along with hickeys.

charles instinctively moves his hands to your waist "ah ah ah no touching" you tut "fine" charles says moving his hands back to their original position, you paw at charles belt before you unclip it and slide it off now unbuttoning his pants "hard as a rock already huh" you say feeling his dick through his pants "always for you" charles replies.

you slowly slide his pants and underwear down before quickly getting up to take them fully off and doing the same to your own before returning to your original position "and already dripping so much" you smile rubbing his precum around his tip "ngh" charles grunts at the feeling.

you kiss charles to silence the groans and light moans from him while both your tongues fight for dominance, you pull back to spit in your hand and lather it over charles cock "can I keep going" you ask "y-yeah" charles stammers fighting the urge to just grab you and fuck you till the sun sets and rises.

you begin stroking his dick in a slow pace "up down up down up down" is all charles can think as he watches your expression light up with each stroke "can you go faster" charles ask with a desperate expression "well I wouldn't wanna ruin your main course now would I" you say "and what would that be" charles asks "my hole" you say with a smirk "sounds delicious, but can we maybe skip the appetizer and get straight to the main course" charles says.

"okay then" you say lifting yourself up and lining his dick up with your entrance before slowly sinking onto it "fuck" charles lowly says at the feeling, you move your hips back and forth as you roll them on charles "yeah baby just like that" charles huffs still trying his best to resist grabbing and plowing you.

"you're so deep in me" you moan "oh yeah" charles says with a raised eyebrow "mhm right here" you say grabbing his hand and placing it over the bulge in your stomach "fuck why can't I touch you baby" charles whines "you've had such a long day and I wanna do all the work instead of you" you say sweetly "this is torture" charles says.

charles watches the bulge admiring how well he's doing while still doing nothing "it looks so good almost like I'm getting you pregnant" charles smiles "I wish you could get me pregnant" you moan "if we tried hard enough we could" charles says "in what wo-" you say before being cut off by a loud moan as charles hits the good spot in you.

"that feel good" charles questions "mhm" you whimper through closed lips before dropping your head onto his shoulder "it feels like you got bigger" you say "or maybe you just got tighter" charles whispers in your ear "m'gonna cum" you say "without even touching your dick" charles says "slut" he continues making you cum in one foul moan.

your load sprays all over charles shirt soaking it with every drop of your cum "look like a design" charles chuckles "shut up" you say "what ever you say baby" charles says kissing your forehead, you look at charles and pull him into a deep kiss before resuming fucking yourself on his dick "please cum I need it" you whimper with your chest firmly placed against his.

"let me touch you" charles asks "yes" you say breathless, charles quickly moves his hands to your waist and pounds you onto his dick as you sit there taking every inch of him "want me to cum inside" he asks with a grunt "yes daddy" you whine.

"nghhh" charles groans out loudly as he cums in you watching as your eyes flutter with the feeling of him filling you up so well "you feels so good" you say with your head nuzzled in the crook of his neck "I could say the same for you" charles says kissing your neck and caressing your back.

"I'm still happy you won your race" you say tracing circles around charles clothed bicep "well this is one of the best gifts I've gotten by far" charles smiles "you're welcome" you smile back.