#Charles Leclerc x male reader

[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

[separatetheyolk]

Hidden In Plain Sight | Charles Leclerc X Faceless!Driver!Reader

ʚɞ featuring: Charles Leclerc

ʚɞ you value your privacy. As an F1 driver keeping said privacy can be a little hard. Especially when people don't respect your decision.

ʚɞ warnings: boundaries crossed

ʚɞ word count: idk i cba to count but its p small

ʚɞ note: FL stands for 'first initial, last initial' so for example mine would be 'N' for first name 'G' for last name. Drivers know what you look like, general public does not. Making 'NG28'. The first photo took an embarrassingly long time to make

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f1 Breaking: 'Faceless driver' FL28 will drive for redbull for 2025

user1 do we even know his eye colour?

user2 sadly not :(

user3 Can't you guys just respect his boundaries?

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"Why can't they just respect your boundaries?" Charles called from the kitchen sounding rather frustrated with the way you were being treated. "The amount of times we've had to convince broadcasters to give up their footage. It's like you're some animal that was believed to be extinct."

You sighed softly, moving to pick up Leo once the dog had reached the outside patio. Stepping inside, shutting and locking the sliding door. "You dangle a carrot in front of a pig, it'll try to bite" You spoke, following him to the living room. You set yourself down on the sofa, leaning into Charles' side and set Leo down. Watching the dog run up and down the remaining length of the furnature.

"You calling fans and broadcasters pigs?" Charles chuckled, raising an eyebrow and looked down to you. His hand rose from your waist to your hair, combing his fingers through your locks.

"Only those who don't respect my boundaries." You lent into the touch, any tension fizzing from your body slowly. "It won't be forever though. Plan to drop small hints this season.. maybe even reveal my face. As annoying as it is for people to try and work out who I am, it's funny to watch them lose their shit."

"Must be nice though. To just go out alone, dressed as any other person and not get hounded by people wanting autographs and photos.. no?" Charles spoke, picking up the remote and moved to put on a movie. Not really paying attention to what it was he had put on but you recognised it as Narnia. "As much as I appreciate people's support all I want to do is get a loaf of bread."

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f1 And that's a win for FL28 in Japan! 🏆

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user1 SKIN SKIN I SEE SKIN

user2 AAAAAA I SEE HIS FACE

user3 Possible face drop???

user4 idk but I wouldn't blame him if he kept his face a secret this is a whole new level of obsession

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"Hey!" Charles shouted, shoving a strangers hand away from grabbing the mask covering half your face. "Will you people leave him alone!" you felt his hand run to the back of your head, directing your face to his shoulder. Your eyes fixed to the ground as he led you through the crowd and into a suspiciously quiet building. Recognising it as a building for authorised personnel only

"Causing a ruckus as usual, hmm?" You heard, looking up to find Carlos approaching the two of you. "How are they treating you? Better than last season I hope?"

"About the same, if not more desperate-"

"I wasn't talking about the fans." He gestured to your shirt, frowning softly. "They've been pretty harsh on Max from what I hear.. Why that man hasn't left the team I'll never know."

"He wants his fifth. That's the team he believes can get him there. Everything's okay.. a little tougher than last year. Trying to train me up to take his spot when he retires so not only is there that usual red bull pressure to keep my seat, I need to preform the best I can." You glanced back to the doors when you felt Charles' hand on your waist, leading you away from prying eyes wordlessly. "How's Williams treating you?"

"Ahh.. cars pretty shit. But it will probably be that way until next seaon. Pushing the thing just to get P10." Carlos looked to you as you waked. "The whole new main guy of red bull.. that isn't the reason you want to reveal your face.. is it?"

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f1 AND IT'S POLE FOR FL28 IN BAHRAIN

Comments

user1 I SEE EYES

user2 ENHANCE ENHANCE

user3 God I hate this side of the f1 fandom

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f1.leaks THIS JUST IN! Red Bull FL28 has been revealed to be Y/N L/N and what's more, seems to be in some sort of a relationship with Ferrari's river Charles Leclerc!

More on this development later!

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user1 this is actually disgusting omg

user2 take this post down

user3 he's so hot omg

user4 ofc he is

user5 This is a major violation of privacy

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"Babe- babe wake up-" Charles shook you awake desperately, hands shaking. "Babe- babe come on, they leaked your face!" that seemed to snap you out of it, jumping awake and immediately sitting up. Greated with a phone being shoved in your hand.

You stared at it for a moment, swallowing thickly before shaking ypur head. "I was planning on revealing my face sometime soon but.. The relationship.." You two hadn't even had a chance to talk about it being known publicly. It wasn't exactly a known fact that Charles liked men, much less dating one. But even if that was revealed, keeping who he was with a secret wasn't exactly a hard task. But for both pieces to be released at once? "I-I didn't even see the phone.. I'm so sorry babe oh my God-"

"Hey hey I couldn't care about the relationship being known. What I care is that your face is and before you're ready for it to be. What do you want to do about it?"

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Yourusername well, I had wanted to show my face on my own terms. And we had wanted to announce our relationship at our own pace. But it seems that some of you can't even give us that luxury.

Anyway, rumours are true, here's some of my favourites from the past three years with my fav.

@/charles_leclerc <3

I need to get back into the groove of writing omg

[thekoalapastriesbakery]

SKIRT???

formula 1 x masc!driver!reader

request: maybe a driver that is genderqueer or genderfluid and is usually masc leaning but likes wearing makeup or feminine clothing every once in a while and a bout of hate stems from them wearing it to a race weekend one time - @moonandstarshyuck

pt 2

summary: your boyfriend sees you in a skirt for a change and it's safe to say they enjoy it

warnings: swearing, suggestive content (charles, jenson, lando, oscar), williams slander (franco), minor affectionate bullying (charles, jenson, lando), minor implication of bi!reader (franco), one joke about mclaren cheating (oscar), one instance of making fun of george's powerpoint habit (alex)

contains: alex albon, charles leclerc, franco colapinto, jenson button, lando norris, + oscar piastri

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

author's: i'm aware that this wasn't really part of the request but the actual hate part is next! i just wanted to lay some groundwork and the idea of drivers going head empty no thoughts is highly amusing to me.

comments + reblogs appreciated!!

[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

[emotionally-damaged-carrot]

Ok so basically charles meets reader in f2 for the first time and instantly knows he wants him as his, and he plans and plans where he's super subtle about it, mentioning how good of an Engineer reader is at certain times infront of sponsers and such and by the time reader gets to f1 charles who has already been in f1 for 2 years has basically made it seem like reader has no other choice but to come to ferrari with him but what charles doesn't know it that male reader felt the sameway that day and has been doing his own planning and stalking far more discreetly then charles.

Basically male reader amd charles meet in f2 are instantly infatuated with each other and plan to have themwith each other even if it takes years, it does as reader is not promoted until charles suggests getting a new engineer off of f2 at ferrari so as to have a fresh pair of eyes to see what they can make better and yeah charles and reader basically orchestrating everthing in the others life so that eventually they end up with the other but nethier knows the other is doing so.

Hope you understand what im tryin' to ask, if you meed a reference some of @/uglyducklingofthe2000s works are good examples aswell as @/pucksandpower who has some good stories to read though all their writing is fem reader only and thats not ehat i'm looking for.

–🍑

Charles Leclerc x Male Reader

Birds of a feather

I gotchu, homie, I like it, I might do a part two or just a short continuation cause goddam I want smut in this. It's quite long, I couldn't fit some parts of the request, sorryyy 😓😓 I'll try doing better.

No Warning.

I tried it and this is my first time making this type of thing. I hope I somewhat did op justice?

Requests are open

The first glance was enough to make me shiver, my gaze looking for him, pushing past people to witness that beauty again. My mind cannot be calmed as my heart beats fast, excited to see him again, my beloved.

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I walked around looking for my tools, as I scratched my chin that now has black stuff from my hands. I groaned as I sat down, not being able to find the spanner I needed.

"You looked like you needed this."

I looked up at the voice, seeing a face that can only be described as perfect. He looked down at me with soft eyes as his hand holding out the spanner I needed.

"Thank you."

I paused for a bit, waiting for him to say his name.

"Charles."

He spoke again with a smile and accent that made me shiver, my hand shakily took the spanner. He nodded at me still with that smile and walked away, those dimples, those eyes, that hair, that skin, that face. I need him, I need him, you will be mine, my beloved.

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A few months pass and we see each other, waving greetings and goodbyes. Every time my eyes linger on him just for a moment longer.

"Hey."

He said as he stood above me while I sat in his car, testing everything.

"Hi."

I stood up to get off the car.

"Did you eat lunch yet?"

"I'm about to, just a few tweaks in this car and I'll go, why?"

"Just thought we'd have lunch together?"

"Why not."

I smiled at him, Charles, my Charles, my beloved.

After a few minutes, we were on our way to this small restaurant, that according to Charles was great.

"What do they serve?"

I asked him as we walked.

"Mostly spanish, but they have other stuff too."

We looked at each other, in the brief moment I analyzed his face. Committing to memory every detail, every centimeter of his face was perfect. The way his soft eyes look so innocent, I need him, and I won't stop until I do.

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"By the way, how did you know I needed a spanner?"

He asked me as we waited for our food.

"Spanner?"

"Months ago, I was looking for it and you gave it to me. How did you know?"

"Gut feeling."

I recalled how I stared at him working, his muscles flexing and him getting dirty and sweaty. Complimenting his already perfect skin, glistening a soft glow, I couldn't take my eyes off such perfection. His shirt would slightly go up, revealing some skin that I can't wait to touch, to stain, to kiss, to worship. I can't wait until he's mine, and mine alone, mine, my beloved.

"You okay?"

He snapped me out of my thoughts.

"You looked spaced out, everything good?"

He asked me, my beloved Y/n asked me if I was okay, if I was good.

"Of course."

"Just checking, cause our food arrived some moments ago."

"It's okay, I'm okay, let's eat."

I smiled at him as I took my utensils and began to eat.

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He looks cute while he eats, his hands are perfect, long slender fingers, the veins prominent. I want to hold it, I want to feel him, my thumb caressing the back of his hand, tracing the veins. I want to hold him, I want him, I need him, I want to feel his warmth while we lay in bed, cuddling as we are only covered by the blanket, his fingers drawing shapes on my back as I bury my face in his neck. Kissing and sucking, leaving my marks on him, to tell the world that he is taken, and he is mine and mine alone.

I hear a small chuckle as I get pulled away from my thoughts, that fucking sound, he does things to me I wish he knew.

"You okay? You spaced out."

He smiled at him.

"Just thinking about stuff."

I smiled back and continued eating.

"You sure?"

He's worried? No, no, my beloved, I'm okay, everything is okay especially when you're near.

"Absolutely."

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"You should join ferrari."

I tried to convince him as we sat in a café.

"Why?"

"It's the best team, and the other teams are already packed with engineers. And plus, you will be my engineer, you can work on my car like old times."

I worriedly smiled.

"I think McLaren is looking for an engineer and I fit the job requirements perfectly and-"

"Ferrari is the best team, and it will remain the best for as long as you are there."

I cut him off, sounding a bit desperate.

"It's the best choice for you, Y/n, come to ferrari and you will have a great resume and work life."

I said sadly.

"Okay."

"You are an emotional manipulator, you know that?"

Closer to you, my beloved, my Y/n, my darling, my baby, my love. You are mine and I am not letting you go, I will be here for you, because I am the only choice you have. I will make sure of that.

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Weeks pass and I am in the ferrari garage at the first race, making sure everything is okay. I sat in Charles' seat to make sure it was comfortable and that everything was set.

"You're all good, Charles."

I said to him as he was also preparing to get in the car.

"Thanks."

He said as he put on his helmet and got in the car.

"If you don't win p1 I will disassemble your car."

I told him as I kissed his helmet and stepped back.

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"P fucking 1, Charlie, P fucking 1. Good job, you did great, you did amazing."

I said thru the radio as he crossed the chequered flag. He immediately stood up on his car as he parked in the P1 position, put his hands up and climbed down where he was immediately surrounded by the team who hugged and congratulated him.

He glanced at me as he stood on the podium, holding up his trophy. After the anthem was played he sprayed everyone on the podium with champagne as well as us below the podium. Managing to get me very wet as he poured the rest on me.

"PISS OFF."

I yelled at him as I smiled. He just smirked at me. That fucking mouth, I want to kiss him.

A few moments later he got down from the podium and took a picture with the team. I could probably be seen in the picture looking at him. The interviewers flooded him, asking him about his win, and he often said my name. After the that I walked off, going to the garage and past the driver's rooms. Finding a cozy and quiet spot and sitting on the floor, pulling out my phone. I see Carlos and he greets me and makes small conversation, thanking me for my work. It didn't mean anything, if it's not from my Charles, why should I care?

I scrolled through my phone, curiousity gets the best of me and I open instagram and search his name. I scroll through his profile focusing on pictures of him and with him. Admiring him, admiring how perfect he is, I see some shirtless pictures of him, it does things to me. I took a quick look around to make sure I was alone, and my hand slowly travelled down my body, imagining it was his, softly feeling around, before it could go to my pants, he walked in.

"What you doing there?"

He smirked at me as I panicked and dropped my phone, I quickly picked it up.

"You scared the shit out of me."

"I did? I guess I did, what are you doing here?"

He asked as he walked closer.

"What are you really doing here, Y/n?"

He crossed him arms, looking down at me.

"Minding my own business."

"Really?"

He squatted down, we were now face to face and he still had that fucking smirk.

"I know what you're doing, Y/n, sitting in my seat to rub off your smell, making me familiar to it, making me somewhat miss it."

He whispered as his face came closer.

"I know what you're doing."

"What?"

"Your mine, Y/n, and mine alone."

He held my jaw.

"You got that? Do you understand?"

I saw something in his eyes, I see it too when I look in the mirror when I think or see him. Those eyes that scream possessiveness and lust, greed and selfishness. We are the same, and we want the same.

My arms slithered around his neck, pulling him closer, we both smiled as we stared into each other's eyes. Full of love and lust, and hatred, hatred for those who got too close to each other. Those who thought they had a chance between us, those who thought we could love them back. The audacity to even think of doing that, is sickening, it fills me with contempt, because he's mine, and I'm his, we were meant for each other and nothing can stand between us. I leaned for a kiss, but before our lips met into a blissful kiss, I whispered something.

"And you're mine."

.

[legendary-69420]

Secrets in the Camera Roll (Bonus ✨)

(Racing Hearts : VOLUME ?)

Mark's Camera roll :

The PR team had come up with yet another playful stunt for the two Ferrari drivers—this time, a “What’s in Your Camera Roll?” segment meant to show fans a glimpse into their off-track lives.

Charles and Mark sat side by side, flashing polite smiles as the interviewer explained the rules.

"All right, guys! Just open your phones, pick a few pictures from your camera roll, and share them with us. Let’s see who’s the most interesting!"

Charles stiffened, his hand instinctively gripping his phone. Mark, on the other hand, let out a nervous laugh.

“Oh, uh, yeah, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Mark said, waving his hand dismissively.

“Yeah, no chance,” Charles chimed in quickly, his tone firm.

The interviewer blinked, caught off guard. “Come on, it’s all in good fun! What’s the worst that could be on there?”

Charles shifted uncomfortably, his mind racing. His camera roll was basically Mark: The Collection—pictures of Mark laughing, Mark at the paddock, candid shots he’d taken when Mark wasn’t looking, and even a few screenshots of Mark’s Instagram stories. He couldn’t possibly explain that.

Meanwhile, Mark was having an internal crisis of his own. His camera roll wasn’t any better. “Uh, no offense, but my camera roll is, uh, boring,” Charles stammered, trying to sound convincing.

“Yeah, mine’s, um, just memes. You don’t want to see that,” Mark added with a sheepish grin.

The interviewer raised a skeptical eyebrow. “You both seem pretty defensive about it. Are you hiding something?”

Mark and Charles exchanged a quick, panicked glance before blurting out in unison:

“NO!”

The room fell into an awkward silence for a moment before Mark’s nervous chuckle broke it. “Seriously, though, it’s just embarrassing stuff. Nothing worth showing.”

Charles nodded, trying to look casual. “Exactly. Let’s just...skip this one.”

The PR team eventually moved on, leaving the two drivers secretly relieved but painfully aware of the ridiculous coincidence.

As the shoot wrapped up, Charles leaned toward Mark, his voice low. “So...memes, huh?”

Mark smirked, leaning in closer. “And I guess you’re just really into boring stuff?”

Their laughter echoed as they walked off, both silently deciding to keep their “collections” under lock and key. MASTERLIST : Racing Hearts (Photos via pinterest)

[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:

[playinbillie]

Max' older brother who charles has had a crush on since they first met, where charles figures out that older brother has been holding back in raceing so their dad focuses on him so he doesnt hurt max, and charles is in awe because older brother could have made it into formula 1 a while ago and charles doesnt think hed be able to do something like that if it were him, so charles decides to help male reader as much as he can without being noticed

·₊̣̇. older verstappen - charles leclerc x male!verstappen!reader

Charles always knew Max had an older brother, but never thought he would actually meet him. The first time y/n came to the paddock alongside Max, Charles was mesmerized. You’re perfect dark blond locks, icy blue eyes and muscular form had him drooling. He couldn’t believe someone could outdo max’ beauty.

They quickly became mates, finding out more and more about each other. And then racing came up. Y/n didn’t talk much about his racing career, since he almost had the same childhood as max. Yes, we are talking about Jos Verstappen. The devil of Max’ and Y/n’s past.

First, Jos had tried to get y/n into racing, which had been successful until f3. Then Max came along when he tried to win his 3rd karting championship, which he had lost due to the fact Jos was busy with max.

While you were explaining it, Charles suddenly interrupted. “But if your father had kept the focus on you you surely would have been in f1 for years now, mate.” Talking about years, it could have been about 15-ish years. 

“I know Charles, but I'm really stepping back, my dad can stay focused on Max and his championship.I want him to stop nagging at my head to keep racing.”Charles sighs. “Y/n ur missing my point, you should try to get back in. I know you’re stepping back nd shit, but I guarantee you, you will become wdc.” 

That night, y/n stared blankly at the ceiling when he was in his hotelbed. What did Charles mean? Does he want you there, or does his dad and my brother want me to continue the thing I loved so much? These thoughts slid away once he was falling asleep.

-

These next few weeks y/n and charles have been sneaking around, trying to find a way for y/n to come back into racing. Their friendship grew more and more, eventually turning into a situationship. What exactly was it?? No idea. Friends with benefits? Possibly. Did they care to label it? No, they just left it like that.

Did y/n get to f1? Yeah! But for how long??

I guess we’ll never know.

-

a/n : here your request :p at some points i made it slightly different, but normally it shouldn't be to far off of the request! i made it a small blurb tho bc its like 10pm so 😭

[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

[separatetheyolk]

Breathe | Charles Leclerc X Trans!British!DriverReader

ʚɞ featuring: Charles Leclerc

ʚɞ you (the first trans driver to ever step foot into F1) are still dealing with the pain of unsafe binding years later.

ʚɞ warnings: fluff, mentions of unsafe binding but I ain’t going into detail because I don’t want anyone actually doing it, swearing, transphobia, didn’t proofread lol sorry, y/n used

ʚɞ word count: 1830

ʚɞ note: FtM or trans masc in mind. He/him pronouns used for reader. I beg please bind safely. It really fucks you over if you don’t

mclaren

liked by youruser, f1, landonorris, and 15,876 others

mclaren We are beyond proud that Y/N has felt comfortable to come out to not only us, the grid, but to the rest of the world.

Y/N is the first transgender driver in F1 history! To be part of such a large step forward in this industry is a huge honour and we are all immensely proud of you! 🏳️‍⚧️

@/f1 @/yourusername

comments

user1 Did they just out Y/N as trans???

user2 They better not have omg

user3 Nono! Y/N has actually just came out on his own social media about an hour prior. And I’m sure that McLaren wouldn’t post this without his permission.. right?

yourusername @/user2 i fear you may have missed my own social media post. @/user3 is correct! and admin did double check with me before posting aha <3

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landonorris proud of you, man!

lewishamilton 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

user4 women don’t belong in this sport!

user5 Spoiler! He’s not a woman!

liked by yourusername

user6 F1 really has gone downhill. This is absolutely ridiculous. I refuse to watch this sport anymore.

yourusername up your arse mate no one gives a shite 🏳️‍⚧️

liked by charles_leclerc and 215 others

user7 Not Y/N being a pr nightmare before the season even starts 🤣

liked by yourusername

user8 As a trans person this makes me so happy omg 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

f1

liked by carlossainz55, maxverstappen1 and 13,238 others

f1 AND IT’S Y/N WHO TAKES POLE IN BAHRAIN!

What a result for Y/N! It’s certainly a way to kickstart your season! All eyes are on Y/N to see what tricks he pulls out for the race on Saturday.

@/yourusername @/f1

comments

user1 DAAAMN look at this kid go!

user2 well, at least he had a better start than Stroll did

user3 Not exactly a hard feat to beat but at least Stroll actually made it to the finish line.

user4 THIS ISN’T A WOMENS SPORT!!!

user5 oh here we go

yourusername have a feeling there’ll be a lot of this 🙄❄️

user6 uno reverse used in the best way possible

user7 WHO IS THIS ICON

yourusername 💅💅

“I don’t understand why they have to be such dicks..” Charles mumbled, looking down to you with a frown on his face. A frown that you decided he definitely didn’t suit. “You’re a driver. Just like us. A guy. Just like us. You’re no different.”

You sigh softly, shutting off your phone and set it down on your chest. Reaching up with one hand you smoothed the creases forming on your boyfriends forehead. Your second carefully taking the phone from Charles�� hands. He really needed to stop reading these comments.

“But I’m not to some..” you whispered. “As much as I want to be, I’ll never truly be the same to everyone. I’m an icon to some, another driver to others, a complete stranger to most and a vile freak of nature to the remainder.”

Charles didn’t like that. He didn’t like that last part one bit. He ran his hand gently through his boyfriends hair, letting his fingers comb through tangles, shaking his head. “Mon amour, you are far from a freak..” he spoke softly. Voice holding such love it felt like your heart could burst. You watched the man above you grow confused as you let out a huff of laughter, shaking your head.

“Baby, I know I’m not a freak. I’m just stating there are some that think I am. And while they’re wrong.. so very wrong. I can’t change everyone’s minds.” You sigh softly, hand now moving to the back of your boyfriend’s head. Thumb running against the freshly cut hair.

You soon sit up with a groan, stretching out. Toes pointed, arms pushed to the air, back arching and popping. “But-” you started off, sounding strained until your body slowly relaxed. Stealing a kiss from your boyfriend as you stood. “I’ve got you.. so everything’s all good in my corner.” You smile to the other, grabbing your coffee cup and heading to the kitchen to fix yourself another.

“You really shouldn’t have anymore of that! The race is tomorrow!”

f1

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f1 Five races in and Y/N has already secured his first win with the Chinese Grand Prix! 🏎️🏁

But can he keep up the pace?

user1 Absofuckinglutely he can!

user2 No. He can’t. He’s only in his second year. He’ll mess up somewhere along the line.

user3 found the vestappen fan

georgeeussell63 Some clean driving there, mate. Enjoy your celebrations!

yourusername knew there was a reason your my favourite

liked by georgerussell63

landonorris drinks on me then, I take it?

yourusername ah, well. @/georgerussell63 sorry but your title has been taken

georgerussell63 traitor

yourusername <33

user4 Y/N AND GEORGE??

yourusername 🏳️‍🌈 but not for him

georgerussell63 ouch

yourusername oh hush

It turned out that Mr. Know-It-All in the comments was correct. You did indeed screw up. And you screwed up big time. Ninth race in for specifics. The Canadian Grand Prix. It wasn’t a particularly bad crash. Or at least, not by F1 standards. You didn’t split your car in half at least. No. Instead, you got a bit too close to your beloved boyfriend, went up and over his car. And somehow in what you’re sure would be in spectacular fashion on the replay flipped your car upside down.

Once you did eventually manage to get out of your car, you were waving medical professionals away. You felt fine. Nothing felt broken. A bit banged up and sure, there’d probably be bruised knees and a bruised ego. But you were fine. Of course, that didn’t stop Charles from hounding you with questions once you got back to your drivers room.

“Baby- babe-“ you held your hands up, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. You move to set your hands on either side of his face, which seemed to stop the questions well enough. You rose your eyebrows allowing the smile to settle on your face as your thumbs gently brushed against his cheeks. “I’m fine..” you whispered quietly, pressing a kiss to the man’s forehead and sighed softly. “Bruised knees probably. But nothin’ that’s broken.”

“You’re absolutely sure.” Charles demanded an answer.. yet again, his hands moving to cup your own, pressing a kiss to the palm of each. “Chérie if you’re hurt we need to know.” You loved Charles, you really did. You loved the attentiveness. The caring side. The way he looked to you like you were his whole world. Hung the stars in the sky just for him. But you were fine.

“I’m fine my love-” the ‘love’ came out strained as your body jerked. Face twisted in pain as a sharpness radiated from your chest suddenly from a deep breath you’d took. The suddenness of which it impossible to hide from Charles. And instantly, the man was back on your case.

“Baby? Hey- hey what is it? What’s wrong.” He asked rather quickly. Brows furrowing, face twisting into concern as his hands moved to your side.

“My ribs-” you tried to get out.

“Ribs? From the crash?”

“No-”

“Are they broken?”

“No Charles-“

“Baby did the crash hurt them?”

“Jesus Christ on a bike will you stop.” You manage to get out, hands gripping his arms. “It’s from when I used to bind.” Each inhale brought that same sharp pain back. Like someone was jabbing a large needle inbetween two of your ribs. You hissed as another hit, trying to shallow your breathing some.

“Okay.. okay.” Charles thought for a moment. He read this somewhere.. no not read. It had came up on TikTok. At this point, your feed was bleeding into his own. Merging together into some fucked up culmination of shared humour. “Okay..”

You watched in confusion as Charles moved to the floor. Back firmly pressed to the wall. One hand waving as a silent gesture to join him, the other tapping the floor between his legs to tell you where to sit. Hesitantly you made your way over, keeping your breathing short to not cause anymore unnecessary pain. Charles pivoted you before you sat down so your back was facing him. Then, gently began to tug at your fireproof suit.

You followed his lead, moving to sit in between those legs, feeling him pull you close and legs stretched out. In this position, he practically forced you to sit up straight. Giving your lungs the most room you possibly could to breathe without any hindrance. “Deep breaths..” you heard from behind, feeling Charles press his face into your neck. One hand on your hip, another resting on your stomach.

“Charles, I can’t.” You spoke like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “It hurts. It’s fine. It’ll go away on its own in a few seconds.” Or well, that used to be the case. Now it took a few minutes to thirty. Or at least you think that’s what the record was.

“I know mon amour.. but it’ll go away quicker like this. Please?” He tried to encourage, pressing loving kisses to your neck, behind your ear. Anywhere his lips could reach skin there were kisses in it’s path.

Reluctantly, you begin to do as he asked, taking a deep breath which again, caused that same pain to erupt in your side. Inhaling sharper as a result. And, again, more pain. “I know..” Charles whispered against your ear, lifting his head up to rest against the side of yours. Beginning to take deep breaths himself. Deep enough so you could feel it and copy. “I know baby.. come on.” He encouraged again, pressing a firm kiss to your temple.

Again, you took another deep breath. Charles continuing to talk you through that pain too. Slowly, the gaps in between became shorter. Until you were consistently taking them. And two or so minutes after, the pain was gone.

Charles however, was still whispering to you. He hated seeing you in pain. However cliche it sounded. The idea his Y/N, his boyfriend, was in pain hurt him too. Moving now to spin you round. Pulling you onto his lap so your shoulder was resting against his sturdy chest. He removed the cap from your head, directing said head to his shoulder and you didn’t need to be told twice. Finding your home in the crook where it met his neck. Nuzzling into it and let out a sigh.

There was silence for a moment. Letting reality sink in before you spoke. “M’ sorry..” it was timid. Quiet. Not fearful but.. it didn’t ooze that same confidence your voice seemingly always held.

“What for, chérie?” Charles asked in response, hand moving now to rub small circles onto your back. Pressing kisses to the top of your head.

“Crashin’ into you..” you muttered, eyes fixed to your hands set in the orange lap of your suit. Picking at skin around your nails. “Scaring you.. worrying you..”

Charles couldn’t help but chuckle at that. Light and warm. You watched as he separated your hands with one of his own, intertwining together fingers on your left hand with those on his right. “Baby.. I’m always gonna worry. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.” God you loved a sappy Charles

<3

First post doooone

[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.

[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.

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