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A little game for two | c.l

— ᯓ★ sub!charles leclerc x dom!reader

— ᯓ★ smut, dacryphilia, hair pulling, edging, just whiny and desperate charles

— ᯓ★ 2.2k

— ᯓ★ You decided to play a little game with your boyfriend — long story short, it turned out to be the most satisfying and interesting game you’ve ever played, at least for you.

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“What?“ Charles said with a nervous chuckle as he heard your ridiculous suggestion, watching you put your helmet on.

Your boyfriend was nice enough to help you secure the helmet on your head, always wanting to make sure that everything sits perfectly to protect you in case an accident happens.

He cleared his throat, “how did you even come up with that, baby?“ the Ferrari driver asked you.

You shrugged as you zipped your Williams racing suit up, “just popped into my mind last night,“ you grinned at him through your helmet.

The idea was amazing. You thought about making a funny and surely interesting deal with your boyfriend who is luckily also a Formula One driver.

If he gets a higher place in today’s race, then he’s allowed to edge you as many times as he wants… but if it’s the exact other way around, then you’re the one who can edge him as much as you want.

A fair and funny deal.

“And you seriously think that you in a Williams can finish higher than me in a Ferrari?“ he raised his brows at you.

You smiled as you slowly stepped away from him, needing to get back to your team to prepare for the race, “I do, I’m confident in my team and you know that I’m a hell of a driver, baby!“ you giggled before you already jogged away, making your boyfriend smile.

——-

Usually, as soon as the lights go out and you take off with your car, you think about one thing.

Winning.

But today that was different, today you only thought about the little deal you made with your boyfriend.

You needed to win this, you couldn’t let him beat you at your own game, that would be genuinely tragic — and kind of embarrassing.

The start was a bit rough, you were p10 which was pretty good, after a virtual safety car you passed Alonso, Tsunoda, and Hamilton, now driving basically right behind Leclerc aka. your biggest enemy today.

You smirked under the helmet, gripping the wheel a tad tighter as you kept your eyes on his car.

And in the next DRS zone, you did it, you overtook him, passing by the Ferrari with the biggest grin on your face.

He could still overtake you so you didn’t win the game yet, but you genuinely felt as if you did.

———

You won the game.

You crossed the finish line with a clean P6, keeping Charles constantly behind you for the rest of the race.

With a bright smile and happy scream, you hoped out of the Williams and hugged your engineers, listening to their praise before you jogged over to Carlos and hugged him as well,

“Good job!“ he smiled down at you before he briefly hugged you a second time.

You grinned up at him, “Thank you, Carlos, you did good as well, mate!“

After your little interaction with your sweet teammate, you turned around and immediately caught your dear boyfriend staring at you as he grabbed his water bottle and took a few rather big gulps, forcing you to smirk at him from afar.

You both thought of the exact same thing right now.

You won. He lost.

You both knew what that meant.

You're safe and he’s screwed.

After some more seconds of intense staring which luckily nobody else noticed, you winked at your man before you walked to your team — Charles doing the same shortly after.

———

As soon as you stepped through the front door of the beautiful house you both share in Monaco, you sensed how tense Charles was.

His hands balled into fists, his brows slightly furrowed and his walk not as confident as usual.

You grinned as you watched him put the keys of his Ferrari to the side, slowly taking his jacket off, “wait!“ you suddenly spoke up.

Charles looked at you, “what?“

“I’m sorry baby but I totally forgot! Silly me,” you giggled briefly, “one of us just lost the bet, right? Who was it again? Wasn’t you, right?” you playfully pointed your finger at him.

Your boyfriend groaned and looked at you with darker eyes but you only continued grinning at him, “Well, take a wild guess, mon amour,“ he sighed as he removed his shoes.

You gasped in a very dramatic way, covering your mouth, “No! You lost? The Charles marc hervé perceval leclerc is gonna surrender to me now?!“ you bit your lip, trying to hide another laugh.

Charles threw you a dirty look as you said his full name before he brushed past you and walked with heavy shoulders towards the bedroom.

You turned around, “who said I want to do it in the bedroom?“ you spoke up, making him stop in his tracks.

With slow steps, you walked towards him before you grabbed his hand, slowly pulling him towards the couch in the living room.

Charles gulped but still followed you like a lost puppy.

“Sit down,“ you mumbled and he quickly obeyed.

Your boyfriend looked up at you with dark but submissive eyes, his hands laying comfortably on top of his thighs, “and what do you want to do now mon amour?“

With a grin, you leaned forward and slowly started to unbutton his jeans, teasingly pulling them down, dragging his boxers along with them.

“You know what my plan is,“ you whispered before you leaned forward and gently kissed him on the lips.

He raised his brows in surprise but immediately kissed you back while you freed his already hard cock, quickly breaking the kiss to lean down and spit on his tip.

Charles looked down as well with furrowed brows and hissed for a second as you coated his cock in your spit, “F-Fuck,“ he groaned quietly.

You smirked, “What? You don’t like it?“

As Charles caught your playful pout, he threw you another dirty glance before you slowly started to move your hand along his dick, forcing him to close his eyes and throw his head back.

You smiled and leaned forward to slowly kiss his jaw and neck, “You enjoy that, I know you do, baby,“ you mumbled into his skin as you continued jerking him off.

The Ferrari driver released his first whine, making you grin in satisfaction,

“You lost our little game-”

“A game that I didn’t even agree to play with you,“ he complained before he gulped as he felt the pad of your thumb smearing his pre-cum over his leaking tip.

You bit your lip, your eyes staying on his cock in your hand, “But a game that you secretly enjoy, baby,“ you smiled at him before you pecked his parted lips.

He groaned again, lifting his head to keep his dark and slightly teary eyes on you, making you a bit weak.

You gulped, “God, you look so beautiful,“ you mumbled under your breath.

Your boyfriend sighed heavily, “You’re so… evil,” he whispered.

Slowly, a smirk made its way onto your face, “Evil? No, my love,“ you leaned in, “I’m just following the rules of the game,“ you glanced at his lips before putting your eyes back on his glassy eyes, “And you know the rules, you knew them from the beginning, I never hid them from you.“

He furrowed his brows as he felt your soft palm jerking him off, going a bit faster now, making him take deep breaths, “I never agreed-”

“But you also didn't disagree — not once I heard you say that you didn’t want to play, baby,” you looked down before you spat on his tip again.

He groaned and arched his back a bit, tiny groans leaving his parted lips,

“F-Fuck,“ he squeezed his eyes shut.

And then you decided to get onto your knees and finally take him into your mouth, making him jump for a second, his eyes shooting open, and looked down at your kneeling figure.

Charles whined briefly, “Oh my god,“ he ran his palms over his face, probably to hide his furrowed brows, sweaty forehead, parted lips and teary eyes.

“Don’t hide, Charlie,“ you whispered before you went back to bopping your head up and down at a teasing pace.

He slammed one of his hands on top of your head and fisted your hair, his back still arched as he looked down at you, constant groans escaping his mouth.

“I’m gonna-” he gulped loudly, “You’re gonna make me-”

And then you pulled away, making Charles groan and whine for a few seconds before he was able to calm himself down, the first couple of tears leaving his eyes.

You grinned, “Numéro un,“ *Number one* you mumbled.

He looked at you with his submissive and glassy eyes, making you giggle,

“You love this don't you?“ he asked weakly, immediately hissing as you started to move your hand again, slowly pumping his wet and leaking cock.

You kept your eyes on his length, “You know I do.“

Charles groaned and threw his head back as you gave his tip some slow kitten licks before you took him down your throat again, gagging a bit but you knew that he secretly loved that.

———

Several minutes later, your dear boyfriend was a mess.

He was shedding tears, talking nonsense and trembling almost nonstop,

“P-Please god,“ he gulped before he sniffled, “Y/n please.“

You grinned, still on your knees between his shaking legs, your tongue constantly licking his tip while your hand pumped the rest of his cock,

“Please what, baby?“

He groaned loudly, “I c-can't anymore, mon amour..“ he whined.

You slowly took him down your mouth again, slowly bopping your head up and down but only until you saw his abdomen and abs tightening from the overwhelming sensation.

Charles fisted the couch as you quickly pulled away and only pumped him again,

“I’m begging y-you,“ he closed his eyes, the tears covering his heated cheeks, “just one time please,“ he arched his back, “just let me cum one time.“

You pouted up at him before you kissed his tip, making your whiny boyfriend jump, “But I want something in return,“ you mumbled.

He looked down at you with narrowed but still glassy eyes, “A-And what would that be?“

Your boyfriend hissed as you leaned down and paid some attention to his balls as well before you pulled away with a grin,

“Something very simple, baby,“ you got up and leaned in, your hand still wrapped around his hard cock, slowly moving up and down, the pad of your thumb occasionally circling his leaking tip, making him roll his eyes into the back of his head.

You briefly giggled, “Admit that I’m a better Formula One driver than you and you get whatever you desire, baby,“ you whispered before you pecked his parted lips again.

He groaned and arched his back, his one hand now leaving the couch and going to your outer thigh, squeezing your skin, “That��s u-unfair.”

You furrowed your brows, “Oh yeah? Why’s that?“

He gulped, “Because then I would be a liar.“

Your small grin fell and you immediately pulled your hand away from his cock, making him hiss and squeeze his eyes shut.

Then, you put your hand onto his chin, forcing him to look at you, “Who finished higher than you today? Huh?“ you raised your brows, “I did,” you spat quietly, “Your stupid ass was behind my Williams, honey.“

Charles sighed and threw his head back, staring submissively at the ceiling, your hand now slowly trailing down his chest towards his abs,

“Y-You‘re right,“ he gulped.

You grinned at his answer, “What did you just say, baby? I think I didn’t catch that.“

He raised his head again and stared at you, his pupils big and dark, eyes still filled with unshed tears of desperation and probably a bit of anger,

“I said… you‘re r-right,“ he repeated quietly in a deep tone, his voice all hoarse from groaning and whining.

“So? Am I a better driver than you?“

Your whiny boyfriend hissed and watched your hand go to his hard cock again before he quickly nodded, looking like a desperate man-whore,

“Yes! God y-yes,“ he arched his back a bit, his veiny and shaking hand going to your thigh again, squeezing your skin, “You are a better Formula One driver than me, mon amour,“ he moaned in a deep tone as you slowly started stroking his hard length again, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

You giggled before you leaned in and slowly kissed his neck, marking his skin a bit on both sides before you pulled away, the tip of your nose touching his, “You‘re such a good boy-”

“Can I cum, please?“ he cried out, looking deeply into your eyes.

You smirked and slowly nodded, your hand keeping its perfect rhythm, “Oh yes you can, baby.“

And then it already happened.

Charles quickly came, his cum landing messily on his abs and your hand as he arched his back and whined like you usually do, both of his hands now fisting the couch while new tears landed on his red cheeks.

You smiled widely and happily as you watched him coat both of you with his cum, “Are you happy now?“ you raised your brows.

He breathed heavily as he looked at you again, “Y-Yes,” he whispered.

You leaned in, “And what do we say now?“

Charles gulped and bit his lip, “T-Thank you.“

You nodded, “That's my good boy,“ you smiled before you slowly kissed him again.

And finally — after all of this torture, he cupped your cheek and kissed you back with an equal amount of love, smiling as well.

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