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we deserve more dando social media interactions.

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Genuinely cannot wait for the 20 minutes that Drive To Survive will dedicate to Ballgate.

The slow mo, the shocked faces, the delayed "Lando, are you ok?", the four different angles of the incident, the narrative of the two teammates who hate each other... And the final Will Buxton segment like

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😭😭😭😭😭😭

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📷 @mercedesamgf1 said we’ll do that in 4k

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Might be the spread legs, the suit or the rings . Can’t pick 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

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today i found out that skate america (1st comp of the grand prix of figure skating) and the us grand prix are overlapping on oct 23. so what abt a figureskater!reader who's dating a driver (u pick who) and gets gold in skate america and flies down to austin to watch her bf win the us grand prix. like what a power couple to win both their grand prixes within 2 days sfhbsjd

We Are The Champions | Charles Leclerc x Reader

Warnings: Very very vague hint at something sexual but apart from that pure fluff

Words: 900+

a/n: I’m so sorry this is bad and quite short, I took a break and now I feel like I don’t know how to write anymore, I will do my best to sort myself out

It wasn’t unusual for you to miss one of Charles’s races due to your intense training regime but what was unusual was for you both to be competing on the same day. You had really hoped Charles would be able to come and watch you compete but the overlap just made it impossible. You were feeling very nervous but if everything went according to plan you’d be flying down to catch the end of Charles’s race straight after your competition.

You went over the routine again and again in your mind as you waited for your turn to compete. You knew exactly what you needed to do, you just had to execute it. After what felt like the longest wait, your name was called and you made your way out onto the ice. Your music begins to play and you begin the routine. You spin and jump around the ice, every movement perfectly in time and executed just as you would have wanted. You are pretty confident that the whole routine looks as professional and graceful as you’d hoped by the reaction from the crowd. After you finish, you skate off the rink and begin the agonising wait for everyone else to compete so you would know who won.

Eventually everyone had competed and you waited with your coach as the judges announced the scores.

“In third place with a score of 210.75 is Sophia Jarvis.”

Everyone clapped as the girl made her way to the podium to receive a bronze medal. You clapped for her but all you could think at the moment was how you hadn’t got third place and your chances were getting smaller.

“In second place with a score of 213.85 is Katie Chen.”

The same process repeated and you just about managed to clap through your disappointment that you probably hadn’t won a medal this time as both routines had been so good.

“In first place with a score of 216.25 is y/f/n y/l/n.”

What?

You stood there in shock as your coach grabbed your arm and began to jump up and down.

“Go get your medal y/n,” they smiled at you and directed you towards the podium.

You walked to the podium and had the gold medal placed around your neck, still in shock that you had won. As it began to sink in while you waved to the audience, your mind drifted to how much you couldn’t wait to tell Charles. All you wanted to do now was go and catch your flight to Austin to see him.

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You walk through the paddock to the Ferrari garage, your medal tucked safely into your bag for you to show Charles. You had done your best to get to Austin as quickly as you could but flight delays meant you had missed the start of the race and would have to share your news with Charles when it was over.

You greet some of the Ferrari team as you find yourself a place to watch the race while staying out the way. As usual Charles had started in pole position but you knew there was still a long way to go for that to be a win. You watched on nervously, you were pretty sure that you held your breath for every pit stop. Finally, the last lap approached and Charles was still in the lead and had created a generous gap between him and the car behind. You crossed your fingers as you waited for the checkered flag. After what felt like the longest lap ever, you saw the flag being waved for Charles and a huge cheer erupted around the garage. Everyone turned to hug each other as they celebrated the win.

You heard Charles’s voice come over the radio, “well done guys, that was a great race, thank you. Did y/n see it?”

Charles’s race engineer confirms that you are there and you wait excitedly to celebrate with him. You wait patiently for Charles to come back to the garage, a sense of pride and relief washing over you. Eventually you see his face through the crowd and his eyes meet yours. You see a smile spread across his face and you know you are returning it.

“I’m so proud of you!”

“How did you do?”

You both speak at the same time as soon as Charles reaches you.

“I won!” you exclaim, smiling widely.

“Mon amour, I knew you could do it! We are the champions!” Charles picks you up and spins you round whilst placing a kiss on your lips.

You hug each other tightly, it had been such a long day but you are both so proud of each other that you couldn’t be happier.

“We must celebrate! I will take you out for dinner and drinks as soon as I’m done here,” Charles says, sounding excited.

“I’d love that,” you agree, happy to spend some time with him after being apart for a while.

“Then maybe we can do some celebrating just the two of us afterwards,” Charles winks at you, making you giggle.

“Sounds like the best prize of all,” you laugh, leaning up to press your lips to his again.

“Show me the medal!” Charles says excitedly.

It warms your heart at how excited he is for you even though he just won his own race. You pull the medal from your bag and show him. He takes it from your hands and places it over your head just like they had done at the awards ceremony but this feels even more special.

“My girlfriend, my champion.”

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george and lewis wore the union jack flag better than ginger spice

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Hi guys,

Just in case anyone noticed I’ve been a bit absent recently but I will be back soon. I’m currently on holiday and normally write in my lunch break at work so once I’m back at work I will be back to posting regularly. Not forgotten about any requests they just are taking me a little longer so sorry about that!

❤️

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STORY TIME:

Y/N, Toto's wife of 3 years, comes to visit him at the ____ GP. (they have an age gap)

Toto hates to show any kind of PDA and non of them are really active on social media. AND this means that nobody knows to who he is married too.

Sadly people are known to be mean and disrespectful to others who they actually dont know. *cought Horner*🤫

And Toto the gentelman he is, shows Y/N that everything they said about her are false accusations. 😉🥵

Cold Coffee | Toto Wolff x Reader

Summary: After an unfortunate run in with Christian Horner, you and Toto spend some private time together to disprove Horner’s words.

Warnings: 18+, oral (m receiving), praise?, biggest warning is that Christian H*rner is in it

Words: 1.1k

a/n: I put a slightly different spin on this than requested but hopefully you still like it ☺️

Toto had invited you to the Canadian Grand Prix with him which despite you both having been married for almost 2 years, was rare. He liked to keep you out of the spotlight so he could have a private personal life and you didn’t mind at all. You weren’t the most confident so the thought of having cameras in your face all the time and people speculating about your relationship didn’t appeal to you. Toto had given you a Mercedes pass so that you could get around the paddock but you had taken your wedding and engagement rings off and gone for a fairly plain black outfit with a Mercedes polo so you looked more like a staff member than Toto’s wife.

When you and Toto were in private, he was incredibly affectionate, always holding your hand, placing a hand on your back, kissing you but in public he was more cautious. Neither of you really used social media except for some very small scale private accounts that only your immediate family followed. You were also quite a bit younger than Toto so all in all, you didn’t think anyone would notice who you were.

You wondered around the paddock, taking in the atmosphere, it was all still quite exciting to you as you didn’t come very often. As you walked back into the Mercedes building you accidentally knocked shoulders with none other than Christian Horner who had been in Toto’s office to discuss the regulation changes over the porpoising.

“I’m sorry,” you apologised politely for bumping into him.

Christian looked you up and down, taking in the Mercedes polo shirt and pass, looking as if he was trying to place who you were.

“Just be more careful in future,” he responded sharply.

You knew Toto wasn’t fond of Horner and his tone towards you made it very clear why.

“Hang on, didn’t I ask you for a coffee when I came in?”

You looked at him blankly, he had clearly mistaken you for someone else, obviously not having cared enough to remember anyone’s face.

“Well I thought Mercedes normally employed slightly more hardworking people, no wonder the team is struggling at the moment if they’re relying on people like you.”

You could only assume the meeting hadn’t gone his way, surely people weren’t generally this rude. You look up, still so taken aback that you don’t know what to say. Your eyes meet Toto’s who is now stood a few steps behind Christian.

“Christian, I see you’ve met my wife,” Toto sounds angry.

His words only add to your shock, having both been so careful to not let people know who you were and then he has just announced it to someone very untrustworthy. Horner’s face dropped, realising how unpopular he would have just made himself by insulting Toto’s wife.

You composed yourself enough to extend your hand for a hand shake, “nice to meet you.”

He shook your hand and weakly excused himself from the building and walked quickly back out into the paddock. Toto slid his arm around you and placed a kiss to your forehead.

“Are you okay my love?”

You nod quickly, “I can see why you never liked him.”

Toto laughs at your words and leads you back to his office so you can have some more privacy. You walk in and sit yourself at his desk chair, spinning round in it. Toto wouldn’t normally let anyone do that but it was you and he thought you looked hot sat at the desk. He sits himself down on the edge of the desk facing you and pulls you towards him using the arms of the chair.

He places a firm but loving kiss to your lips that you immediately return.

“Ignore Christian, he is a prick,” Toto sounds angry still but then his tone softens, “your face is unforgettable,” he places gentle kisses on your forehead, your cheeks, your nose and then your lips again.

You liked this protective side of Toto, you didn’t get to see it very often as you led such private lives but the way he had introduced you as his wife in such a commanding way had you weak at the knees.

“How private is your office?” you ask, suggestively running a hand up Toto’s muscular thigh.

It didn’t take much for Toto to get the hint as he reached for a controller that lowered blinds on all the windows.

“Let me show you how hardworking I can be,” you winked at him. With him on the desk and you in the chair, your head was perfectly in line with his lap.

Toto groaned at your words as you undid his belt buckle and zipper, palming him through the fabric of his boxers. You pull down the waistband, exposing his hardened cock to you. You push Toto’s thighs further apart so you can situate yourself comfortably between his legs. You take the tip of him into your mouth, sucking gently on it, making Toto’s breath catch in his throat.

Your tongue gathers up the salty pre-cum and smears it up and down his length as you lick from base to tip, holding his cock steady with your hand. You move your head down, taking about half of him into your mouth before moving back up to the head again.

“Hard workers don’t tease Schatz,” Toto warns as his hand settles itself on the back of your head, gently guiding you down his length.

Your nose brushes up against his pubic bone and you desperately focus on breathing and not gagging as he hits the back of your throat. His hand helps you set a pace as you move your mouth up and down his cock.

You can see the muscles in his abdomen tightening as he uses his free hand to grip the edge of the desk.

A string of mumbled profanities leave Toto’s lips as you continue your movements, your hands steadying yourself on his thighs.

“How could anyone forget a face that looks so pretty with a mouthful of cock,” Toto groans, taking in the sight beneath him.

You moan at Toto’s words, the vibrations against his dick have the muscles in his thighs contracting under your hands.

“I’m close,” he warns and you hum in response to signal that it’s okay for him to cum in your mouth.

Soon enough you feel his hot cum painting the back of your throat as you swallow it down, taking in his expression. His head is tilted back and lips parted as he breathes heavily, holding your head down.

You lick him clean and release him from your mouth with a ‘pop’. You smile up at your husband, pleased you can still make him feel this good.

Toto takes a couple more moments to regain his composure.

“You would certainly be employee of the month after that if you worked here.”

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📷 Toto Wolff at the Candian GP

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I Wasn’t Expecting That - Part 6 | Toto Wolff x Reader

Summary: The final part of the story. You and Toto have been back and forth but when Toto declares his feelings for you, you are forced to make up your mind. (all other parts listed here)

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, a little bit of praise, cockwarming

Words: 1.4k

You arrive home and get changed out of your suit. It’s still quite early but you pour yourself a glass of wine, it had simultaneously been a great day and a shit one. Score for the day +1 job, -1 Toto Wolff.

You spend the afternoon watching rubbish day time TV and sitting on the sofa. You’d be back to work tomorrow so you decide you might as well enjoy chilling out today. Evening rolls around and you start putting together a basic pasta recipe for dinner as you can’t really be bothered with much else.

You stand there stirring the sauce as your mind drifts off to memories of your holiday and Toto, as it does most days. You hear a knock at the door and head over to open it, not expecting any visitors.

A sense of deja vu washes over you as you see Toto standing there just like he had done a few days earlier.

Before you can even open your mouth to speak Toto has stepped forward and met you with a passionate kiss and your body immediately relaxes into his. You kiss for a couple of minutes, still in your doorway, before you take a step back to process what was happening.

“I -wh-,” you stutter, mind still reeling from the kiss.

“A wise woman once told me ‘I don’t want to waste another minute being apart’ and when you left my office today I felt sick. I had to finish my work but I came straight here after. If you need me to find you a different job so we can be together then I would do it in a heartbeat but I need to have you.”

You pause for a second, taking in everything he said.

“I want both, I think I can do a really good job at Mercedes but I can’t see you every day and not be with you. Would that be okay?”

“Yes, absolutely, that’s what I want.”

“Okay then, would you like to come in?” you offer.

“There’s one more thing actually, I know it’s soon but I’m going to say it anyway because I said I wouldn’t lie to you anymore,” Toto pauses and takes a deep breath, “I love you.”

“I know it’s soon but I love you too,” you don’t even have to think about saying the words back.

Toto kisses you again, this time picking you up and you wrap your legs around his waist. He carries you into your hallway and you kick the front door shut.

“I was going to carry you to the bed very sexily but I’ve not actually made it past your front door before.”

You laugh and direct Toto up the stairs to your room. He places you down on the bed, placing one hand on each side of your head so he hovers above you. You don’t waste much time before you are unbuttoning Toto’s shirt and pushing it down over his muscular shoulders. His kisses move to your neck where he sucks at the skin gently but enough that you will have small marks there tomorrow.

Toto pulls your t-shirt over your head, you feel slightly embarrassed at the very basic bra you are wearing, as you hadn’t expected company but the fact Toto is soon moving to take it off while whispering ‘so beautiful’ reassures you that it doesn’t matter.

Your back arches as Toto flicks his tongue against one of your nipples and you moan softly. His hand gently massages your other breast. Between the two of you, you have stripped each other down to boxers and panties as Toto kisses the inside of your thighs softly and over the fabric of your panties. He pulls them down your legs so that he can kiss your skin directly, feeling how wet you are for him already. He wastes no time in moving his tongue to lick your clit. Your hands fly to his hair, cautiously tangling themselves in his soft brown locks. His tongue continues it’s work while he slowly slides a finger into you, curving it upwards expertly.

Toto is watching you intently, you are both still pretty new at doing this together and he wants to learn exactly what you like, what he does to make your eyes roll back and you to moan out his name. And much to his pleasure he has you doing just that very quickly, as he places another finger inside you, curving them up gently whilst continuing to lick and gently suck at your increasingly sensitive clit. He uses his free hand to help keep your legs spread as your body instinctively tries to close them. He can tell that you’re close as your hips buck up to meet his fingers and your hands try and push his head down further against you.

“Cum for me my love,” Toto tells you, as you struggle to get any words out between your moans.

Your legs shake as the intensity of your orgasm washes over you, certainly one of the best feelings you’ve had in a long time. You are amazed at how incredible he made you feel considering it’s the first time he’s done that to you and how quickly he learned what you liked.

Toto moves back up and you take his hand, guiding the fingers that you had just covered in your juices into your mouth. You suck on them, tasting yourself and maintaining eye contact with him as you do so.

“Fuck,” he mumbles under his breath at your actions.

Toto quickly takes off his boxers as he lies back down on the bed. You move yourself to straddle him and he lines himself up with your entrance, desperate for the feeling of being inside you. You slowly lower yourself onto him, you need the time to adjust to his size.

“Oh god I missed this feeling,” he groans as he fills you up entirely.

You just about manage to moan out his name as you rock your hips back and forth, causing your clit to rub against his pubic bone. Toto’s hands grip your hips tightly as he helps guide your movements.

“Good girl, you’re taking me so well,” Toto praises.

He moves one hand off your hips and down to rub your sensitive bud.

“Feels so good,” you moan out, the same sensation from earlier starts to build in your lower stomach.

Toto manages to thrust up into you as you struggle to maintain the rhythm with your hips due to the pleasure building inside you.

“I’m close,” you whisper, your second orgasm only moments away.

“Me too Scahtz,” Toto groans.

You can feel your pussy contracting around Toto’s cock as you fall forward, using both arms to steady yourself on Toto’s chest. You feel his cum spilling into you as the circles he rubs on your clit have you falling over the edge, crying out his name amongst curse words.

You both begin to gradually come down from your highs, as Toto pushes the hair that has fallen down over your face back behind your ear. Both of your movements have stopped but you remain straddling him for a little while longer.

“Please promise me you will stay with me now, no more rules, no more avoiding me,” Toto says sincerely.

“I promise, I want to be with you every day. I can’t promise I won’t say stupid things again but I will always want you.”

Toto sits himself up and places a soft kiss to your lips, feeling so gentle in comparison to what you’ve just been doing.

“Would you mind if I had a shower, I haven’t been home yet?”

You direct Toto to your bathroom and go to get him a towel. Your thighs feel sticky after your previous activities so as you take the towel into the bathroom you also remove your t-shirt and step into the water behind Toto.

“Did you miss me already?” Toto chuckles as you wrap your arms around his waist.

He turns to face you and you nod in response to his question. Toto turns you around so you are facing away from him and reaches for your shampoo bottle, massaging into it your hair. You lean back into him as he washes your hair.

It’s the perfect contrast to the hot and sexually charged emotions from minutes earlier. This feels calming and loving, a different kind of sensual. You think about the gorgeous man in your shower and how although it took you both a while to get here, every day could be like this now. You sigh contentedly.

“What did I get right to deserve somebody like you.”

a/n: this is it guys, the last part. Thank you so much for all the comments and likes and reblogs on the different parts, I’m so happy people liked it and didn’t want it to finish.

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IF MICK GETS HIS FIRST POINTS ON FATHERS DAY I'M GONNA BE INCONSOLABLE

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Hi!

Just a quick post to say if anyone has any ideas for fics or requests then please feel free to let me know because I want to write stuff but with my Toto fic coming to an end I feel a bit stuck for ideas atm.

Thank you 😊

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Maybe I’d Like You Better If You Took Off Your Clothes | Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Summary: After a bad race, you try and cheer Daniel up but he wants to be in control

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, oral (m and f receiving), daddy kink, praise kink, cockwarming, spanking

Words: 1.5k

You’re coming along to one of Daniel’s races for the first time in a while thanks to your work commitments. He has been struggling lately and you want to be able to provide him with some support in Monaco.

“Daniel Joseph Ricciardo, please pay attention.”

He looks up from his phone as you show him your fifth outfit option.

“Babe you look fit in all of them, what more do you want from me?”

“I wanted your help deciding, you’re not helping me by saying they’re all the same.”

“I think I’d like it better if you took off your clothes.”

“I can’t walk round the paddock naked,”you laugh at him, “now pick one you muppet.”

Race day comes round and Daniel hasn’t had the strongest start in qualifying and you know he is annoyed because he knows he can do well in Monaco. You watch the race not get any better for him and your mind starts to think about how he is going to be feeling after and what you would be able to do to help. You think about his words yesterday about how he would prefer you naked than in your nice outfit and you have an idea.

You wait until the race is finished and Daniel is nearing the end of his interviews and you sneak over to his motor home, quickly taking off your clothes, leaving you in just his favourite underwear. You sit on the sofa and wait patiently for him to get back. You know it’s a risk, anyone could come in but Daniel is definitely going to need cheering up. You grab one of Dan’s hoodies and keep it nearby just in case.

Sure enough, Daniel comes through the door and he is angry, to the point where he doesn’t actually notice you in the room.

“Baby.”

“Not right now Y/N,” he shouts back without even looking at you.

“Baby,” you say again.

He turns around to look at you, “what the fuck are you doing?”

It wasn’t quite the response you’d hoped for but you understand that he wasn’t actually angry at you.

“Sitting in here in your sexy underwear, anyone could have seen you.”

“But I wanted you to see me,” you respond.

His eyes scan up and down your body for a few agonising seconds as he thinks about what to do to you.

“Get on your knees,” he commands.

Daniel liked to be the dominant one during sex but this level was new and you liked it.

You did as you were told and kneel on the floor, the carpet already uncomfortable on your skin. He walks over to you, unzipping his trousers. He gathers your hair back into a pony tail.

“Open wide baby girl.”

He pushes his boxers down with his spare hand, allowing his hardened length to spring free. With little warning he is pushing your open mouth down onto his cock, not giving you the opportunity for any teasing, just making you take all of him in your mouth. He pulls your head back and then pushes forward and you follow the rhythm so that his hand only has to guide you rather than dictate the speed. You concentrate hard on relaxing your throat so you don’t gag each time he hits the back of your mouth but it makes your eyes water. You know the ‘sexy vibe’ you were going for will be long gone after this, your mascara running, lipstick smudged and hair knotted but Daniel won’t care.

You assume he will stop when he is close but he doesn’t, instead keeping your head still as he moves his hips to fuck your face. You feel that familiar twitch of his cock in your mouth and before you can do anything, his cum is hitting the back of your throat and he holds you still until your mouth is full. He lets you go so that you can swallow his load and he watches you intently as you do so.

“Show me.”

You open your mouth and stick out your tongue, showing him that it’s all gone.

“You’re such a slut for me aren’t you, letting me fuck your face and then swallowing it all.”

You nod quietly, unsure what would be best to say.

He helps you up onto your feet and walks you back over the table in the middle of the room.

“I want you naked and sat on the table,” he instructs you and you nod quickly as you reach behind you for the clasp on your bra.

“Say it nicely baby girl,” he says, not happy with just a nod.

“Yes Daddy,” you whisper as you take off your bra.

He mumbles a “fuck” under his breath and somehow gets more impatient than he already was. He steps forward and pulls your panties down your legs, discarding them quickly.

“Turn around.”

You spin around so you’re facing away from him and he pushes you down so you’re bent over the table. Before you realise what’s happening his large hand hits the soft skin of your ass, causing a stinging sensation to spread across the skin.

“That’s for taking too fucking long to do as I say.”

Another smack lands in the same place and you are certain you’ll have a red handprint there later. He kneels down and runs a finger up your folds feeling how wet you are.

“Well look who’s absolutely dripping already after barely being touched. Who made you this wet baby girl?”

“You did Daddy.”

“That’s right baby, only I can make you feel like this.”

He continues to tease your entrance with his finger, not giving you the feeling you need.

“Please Daddy, I need you inside me,” you ask nicely, just how Daniel likes it.

“We are doing things my way today.”

He slowly slips the one finger in, it feels good but it is much less than you are used to. His thumb rubs agonisingly slow circles on your clit and you are soon wiggling around on the desk, desperate to get some kind of speed built up but Daniel places a hand on your back, reducing your movement. The teasing continues for so long that you start to feel that familiar warm feeling in the pit of your stomach but you know he would normally have got you here a lot quicker if he hadn’t been teasing.

You moan out and the sound makes Daniel withdraw all his contact.

“No no no, please you can’t stop,” you say quickly.

“Can’t? Are you trying to tell me what to do baby?”

“No I’m not but - aah!” your words are interrupted by another smack to your ass in the exact same spot that is growing increasingly sore.

You hear Daniel moving away from you so you get up off the table and turn to see what he’s doing. He has sat down on the sofa, his cock hard again. He beckons you over and points towards his dick. It doesn’t take much to work out that he wants you to ride him and you are desperate for him so you hurry over.

You straddle him and lower yourself down onto his length slowly, letting yourself adjust to his size. He allows you this, knowing that it could be uncomfortable otherwise and despite everything he does actually want you to enjoy yourself. You begin to bounce up and down and Daniel grips your hips tightly with his hands to help you, likely to leave you with bruises there too to go with the handprint.

You throw your head back in pleasure as you bounce and roll your hips, causing your swollen clit to rub against his pubic bone. Daniel watches you intently, taking in the sight that he’s created. You riding him, moaning, tits bouncing up and down, eyes closed in pleasure and he can feel the anger from the race fading away.

“You’re taking me so well baby girl,” Daniel praises.

“Feels so good, I’m close,” you whisper out.

Daniel takes a hand off your hip and places it round your neck.

“Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours Daddy, all yours,” you choke out, the pressure on your throat bringing you to the edge of cumming again.

Daniel groans at your words. After the day he’s had, the reminder that he will always have you is just what he needed.

“You can cum princess, I can tell that you need to.”

You vaguely mumble a thank you as you struggle to hold back any longer and you cum around Daniel’s cock, the warmth of your orgasm spreading throughout your body.

“Fuck,” Daniel groans as your pussy tightens around him and you feel his cum filling you up in hot spurts.

After you’ve both ridden out your highs, you go to move off Daniel, as you feel his cum starting to drip down your thighs.

“Stay right there baby, you can keep my cock warm for a while.”

You stay where you are, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Do you feel better now?” you ask, lightly kissing the skin where his shoulder meets his neck.

“So much better.”

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I Don't Want to be Your Friend, I Want to Kiss Your Neck | Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: An intervention from Carlos forces you and Charles to confront your feelings for each other (text in bold is a flashback)

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), orgasm denial

Words: 2.8k

a/n: I experimented a bit with the flashbacks in this so I hope it reads okay

You were pretty new at your job at Ferrari but so far you were loving it. You helped with media and handling interviews and were starting to get to know the rest of the team and the drivers better. You predominantly had been working with Charles and had grown quite close already since the start of the season. You loved to wind each other up but it was mostly Charles teasing you.

“Hi princess,” the familiar voice called across the paddock.

You looked around for Charles, he had spotted you from inside the Ferrari office block and was calling at you through the open window. You couldn’t help but smile and wave back to him. You walk into the offices and sit yourself down on the arm of a sofa to check your diary on your phone.

Charles appears and without warning pushes your shoulders, making you fall back onto the seat of the sofa.

“Charles!!” you exclaim, trying not to laugh, “I’m trying to do work.”

“You look cute when you’re working.”

You blush a little at his words which he promptly points out. You stand up with the intention of finding somewhere quieter to plan your day but before you can go, Charles has pulled you into a hug.

“You’ve had your haircut,” you notice when Charles walks past you, “you look good.”

“I -um -thank you,” he stuttered.

“You can’t take a compliment can you, you’re blushing,” you observe.

“I bet I can make you blush too.”

“Go on then.”

Charles walks up to you, getting closer and closer until his nose is almost touching yours, never breaking eye contact. Sure enough you feel your cheeks reddening, he had been so close that it would have hardly taken a second for you to close the gap and kiss him.

“Told you I could do it,” he laughs.

“You’re so annoying, go and do your interviews.”

“I’ll be back in a bit, I’ve just got to work out what interviews you need to do today. Try not to miss me too much,” you joke.

This is how your relationship with Charles had been pretty much since the start. Comfortable, jokey and flirty? You struggled to tell on that part. You knew from your side that you had feelings for him but Charles was friendly and you didn’t know if he was just treating you the same as everyone else.

“I don’t want to go and sit in an office and do work,” you whine as you and Charles sit outside his motorhome enjoying the sun.

“Then stay.”

“I’m procrastinating though,” you say, knowing you’ve got jobs to do.

“Tell me about your weekend plans.”

“Charles, I can’t stay.”

“The work will still be there in a bit, hang out here for a while,” he insists and you don’t take much convincing.

Charles wanted a hug every time he saw you, initially starting out with side hugs like he did with everyone but having now moved to face to face hugs where he rubbed your back or rested his head on your shoulder when he was tired. He called you Princess most of the time but occasionally branched out to ‘pretty’ or ‘darling’ and told you the worst jokes. You knew you were the only one he called Princess around the paddock.

You were stood with Charles and Carlos, rewatching old race footage to identify driving strategies. Watching the races gave you anxiety, seeing how fast they were going, how close they got to each other, knowing what could happen to them.

You realise that Charles is watching you rather than the screen.

“What’s up?” you ask him.

“Nothing you just look so cute with all your little facial expressions watching the race,” he responds, turning to Carlos, “doesn’t she look cute?”

Carlos agrees and you stick your tongue out at Charles who promptly returns the gesture.

“I’d love to watch a horror movie with you.”

“Absolutely not Charles, now watch the races so we can turn this off.”

Most days passed like this. You enjoyed being around Charles and gravitated towards him when you wanted cheering up.

The next day at work you had bought a cake in that you’d made. You couldn’t eat it all yourself but you enjoyed baking so bought it in to share with the team. You cut a slice and wrapped it up to take it to Charles specifically because you knew he’d want some.

You handed him the slice of cake and he gasped in delight.

“Thank you so much Princess, you didn’t have to do that,” he smiled, looking happy with his cake.

“It’s fine, I made too much and I thought you’d like it.

The following day, you pass Charles by his car with the engineers before the race.

“Princess, I have something for you, don’t let me forget.”

You nod and leave him in peace. He has a whole race to deal with today so you’d have to catch him later. Unfortunately a reliability issue yet again means he was unable to finish so you can see him sooner than expected. He is frustrated through the interviews and you can see how stressed and tired he is. As you walk back to the motorhomes you decide to ask him what he got you. A smile spreads across his face and he runs back to his motorhome and reappears with an entire cake that he had somehow had time to buy.

“Charles that’s so sweet of you thank you,” you say as he pulls you into a hug, rubbing your back.

“Next time I will try and bake something,” he promises as he pulls away, “have you got any plans for this evening?”

“No no, I don’t usually plan much for after work.”

“Carlos and I are going for a drink after our shit day, you should come.”

The invite is the first time you would have crossed the boundary to seeing him outside work. He hasn’t ever even seen you in your own clothes. You’ve talked to him about what he likes to do in his spare time and nights out he’s been on but you’d never been invited before.

“Yeah okay, that would be nice.”

He smiles again and heads off to sort himself out after the race, shouting a time and location at you as he goes. You are looking forward to seeing him outside of work but are also nervous as you don’t know Carlos as well. You’ve spoken to him a few times as casual conversation and he told you that you had nice eyes but that was it except for work related stuff.

After work, you dress yourself up in the outfit that makes you feel most confident and do your hair and makeup. You head out to where Charles said to meet but you’re a little early and Carlos is the only one there.

“You look incredible,” Carlos compliments, “not being at work suits you.”

You smile gratefully and thank him for the compliment, hoping that Charles thinks the same when he gets here. You sit with Carlos and he continues to shower you in compliments, it’s obvious he likes you and to be honest it’s almost a welcome relief to know where you stand with someone. Charles is unbelievably late so you and Carlos get up to dance while you wait for him.

After you’ve been dancing together for a while, Carlos takes a step towards you and presses a kiss to your lips. You stand there in shock for a second before you take a step back to break the kiss.

“I’m sorry Carlos, I can’t do this. It is such a compliment honestly but I have feelings for someone else,” you say apologetically.

“I know, I’ve seen you with Charles,” Carlos sounds disappointed, “I just thought if it wasn’t going anywhere it was worth a try.”

You apologise again, unsure what to do now. Thankfully Charles appears and you are relieved not to be one to one with Carlos after just turning him down.

“Can I speak to you privately please?” Charles asks you.

He doesn’t say ‘sorry I’m a late’ or ‘you look nice’ or even ‘hello.’ You nod and he directs you over to a quieter corner of the bar.

“Hi,” you say as he doesn’t seem to be bothering with greetings.

“What the fuck Y/N.”

You stand there confused at Charles’s sudden outburst.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just saw you kissing Carlos!” he says angrily.

“Okay first of all, he kissed me and I stopped it. Second of all, why does it matter?” you decide to try and work out what his feelings are.

“Because I thought we had something!”

Charles is getting increasingly loud and angry and your press brain kicks into gear, not wanting people to see this.

“Let’s go somewhere more private,” you suggest.

You leave the bar and walk around the back to where they seem to keep the bins. Now you are in private you can return the anger.

“What do you mean you thought we had something,” you sound frustrated but you have been for weeks.

“I don’t know, just the way we are with each other, I thought it might be something.”

“When Charles? When did you think it might be something because we’ve been this way with each other for over two months now and nothing has happened,” your anger and confusion that you have felt about his behaviour towards you is evident, “how was I supposed to know you liked me?”

“Just by the way I was with you!”

“Okay so you’re friendly with everyone but I’m supposed to know for sure that it’s different with me? I’ve tried to bring it up, I’ve talked to you about relationships and feelings and you brushed it aside. Don’t you think I’ve had feelings for you since the day we met?!”

It was your first day at Ferrari and you were walking with Charles through the crowd of fans when he spotted a young boy that was holding out a piece of paper for an autograph. He stopped and crouched down to his height and chatted to him for a while. Charles took his cap off his head, signed it and gave it to the boy who was over the moon. Watching the interaction warmed your heart, there was something about men with children that you just found so attractive.

“You have feelings for me?” Charles asks, his voice calming.

“Of course I fucking do Charles, how could I not?”

He steps towards you making you try and take a step back but your back is against the brick wall of the bar.

“Then let’s stop messing around,” he presses his lips to yours and your hands immediately wrap round the back of his neck in response.

The kiss is passionate, you both conveying just how long you’ve been waiting for this moment. Your fingers are tangled in his hair and his tongue slips into your mouth, making you moan.

“We shouldn’t do this here,” you whisper as you both pause to catch your breath.

Charles takes your hand and begins to walk you back to the main road at the front of the bar. He finds a taxi and pulls you in behind him, instructing the driver to take you both back to the hotel.

The taxi ride is uncomfortable. Charles keeps his hand on your thigh, which is one of your biggest turn ons but neither of you speak. Thankfully it’s only a short journey and you then you are both rushing into the hotel and into the elevator.

As the elevator doors shut, Charles pushes you back against the wall, kissing you again after what feels like far too long. The line is blurry between whether you are both still angry or both just getting out the frustrations you’ve had at wanting to kiss like this for months. You can hardly keep your hands off each other as you walk up the hotel corridor, you’d already started unbuttoning Charles’s shirt before you’d got to the hotel room door. He fumbles with the key card as you continue to kiss and he walks you backwards until your legs hit the edge of the bed and you both fall back down onto it.

By this time you’ve managed to get his shirt off and Charles is pressing kisses to your neck, another of your biggest turn ons. Charles slides his hands up underneath your dress making it bunch up around your waist.

“Let me show you how I feel about you.”

The words from his mouth make you moan in anticipation as he kisses and sucks the skin on your inner thighs, sure to leave a mark. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulls them down your legs quickly. There are no pauses from either of you, you’ve both thought about doing this for far too long to hang around now it’s actually happening.

Charles’s tongue dives into your folds, alternating between flicking his tongue against your clit and licking at your entrance. It doesn’t take long before he has slid two fingers into your wet pussy, curving them up to hit your sweet spot. His mouth focuses on your sensitive nerve endings, sucking gently. He continues his movements, taking in how sweet you taste and how it’s even better than all the times he imagined doing this to you. Your head is pressed back into the bed, your hands gripping the bed sheets as Charles’s actions bring you closer to your high. He places your legs over his shoulders to get a better angle and you are quickly telling him that you’re close.

“Not yet Princess, I want us to cum together for our first time,” he says, abruptly stopping his movements.

You groan at the loss of contact and he smirks at you. He doesn’t make you wait long as you fumble with his jeans, pushing them off him. Charles lines himself up with your entrance and you wiggle your hips, desperate to have him inside of you.

“Charles please,” you whisper.

Hearing the desperation in your voice makes him want to lose control and he pushes his hips forward, not stopping until he’s bottomed out inside you. You could have done with a second to adjust but the feeling of being inside you is too much to let Charles think straight and he’s thrusting into you almost immediately. It doesn’t take long before the slight discomfort is replaced by immense pleasure and you let out an almost pornographic moan. You wrap your legs around his waist which changes the angle of his thrusts, somehow making it feel even better.

Charles has set a quick pace, not letting up with the kisses on your neck that are sure to leave bruises tomorrow but you don’t care. Your back arches slightly against the bed and you do your best to keep your eyes open so you can remember this and how Charles looks.

He has sweat starting to drip down his forehead and his hair is messy from you knotting your fingers in it. His muscles are tense and his lips are parted as he groans and mumbles curse words under his breath.

“Do you understand how I feel about you now?” he asks, reaching down to rub your swollen clit.

“Yes, yes,” you stutter out, your clit is still sensitive from the orgasm he almost let you have before and you begin to see stars.

“Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours Charles, I always have been,” you answer honestly, even if Carlos had expressed an interest in you, you had always wanted Charles.

He groans at your words, somehow managing to thrust his hips into yours even harder then before. The room is filled with the sound of his thrusts and both of your moans.

“You’re squeezing me so fucking tight princess.”

You feel the familiar sensation building up in your lower stomach and you know you won’t last much longer.

“Charles I’m close,” you moan, feeling yourself clenching around him.

“Me too, it’s okay, you can cum.”

His words of permission are all you need to tighten around him and let your orgasm hit you. The long build up to it has you digging your nails into his skin and bucking your hips up to meet his, completely out of control of your movements. Your actions bring Charles to his high only seconds later and you can feel his warm seed spilling into you.

His thrusts grow sloppy and you both ride out the aftershocks of your high and catch your breath. Charles gently pulls out of you and you whine at the loss. He lays down beside you and you snuggle into his chest.

“I don’t know why we waited two months to do that,” Charles says, still breathing heavily.

“Me neither, let’s not wait two months until the next time,” you laugh.

a/n: congrats if you made it this far, it turned into a long one. Everything up to them going to the bar is happening between me and my ‘friend’ at work and I’m very stressed trying to work out if he has feelings for me or not. The second part is what I’d like to happen haha. Not that any of you asked but I need to share my confusion with someone!

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I Don't Want to be Your Friend, I Want to Kiss Your Neck | Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: An intervention from Carlos forces you and Charles to confront your feelings for each other (text in bold is a flashback)

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), orgasm denial

Words: 2.8k

a/n: I experimented a bit with the flashbacks in this so I hope it reads okay

You were pretty new at your job at Ferrari but so far you were loving it. You helped with media and handling interviews and were starting to get to know the rest of the team and the drivers better. You predominantly had been working with Charles and had grown quite close already since the start of the season. You loved to wind each other up but it was mostly Charles teasing you.

“Hi princess,” the familiar voice called across the paddock.

You looked around for Charles, he had spotted you from inside the Ferrari office block and was calling at you through the open window. You couldn’t help but smile and wave back to him. You walk into the offices and sit yourself down on the arm of a sofa to check your diary on your phone.

Charles appears and without warning pushes your shoulders, making you fall back onto the seat of the sofa.

“Charles!!” you exclaim, trying not to laugh, “I’m trying to do work.”

“You look cute when you’re working.”

You blush a little at his words which he promptly points out. You stand up with the intention of finding somewhere quieter to plan your day but before you can go, Charles has pulled you into a hug.

“You’ve had your haircut,” you notice when Charles walks past you, “you look good.”

“I -um -thank you,” he stuttered.

“You can’t take a compliment can you, you’re blushing,” you observe.

“I bet I can make you blush too.”

“Go on then.”

Charles walks up to you, getting closer and closer until his nose is almost touching yours, never breaking eye contact. Sure enough you feel your cheeks reddening, he had been so close that it would have hardly taken a second for you to close the gap and kiss him.

“Told you I could do it,” he laughs.

“You’re so annoying, go and do your interviews.”

“I’ll be back in a bit, I’ve just got to work out what interviews you need to do today. Try not to miss me too much,” you joke.

This is how your relationship with Charles had been pretty much since the start. Comfortable, jokey and flirty? You struggled to tell on that part. You knew from your side that you had feelings for him but Charles was friendly and you didn’t know if he was just treating you the same as everyone else.

“I don’t want to go and sit in an office and do work,” you whine as you and Charles sit outside his motorhome enjoying the sun.

“Then stay.”

“I’m procrastinating though,” you say, knowing you’ve got jobs to do.

“Tell me about your weekend plans.”

“Charles, I can’t stay.”

“The work will still be there in a bit, hang out here for a while,” he insists and you don’t take much convincing.

Charles wanted a hug every time he saw you, initially starting out with side hugs like he did with everyone but having now moved to face to face hugs where he rubbed your back or rested his head on your shoulder when he was tired. He called you Princess most of the time but occasionally branched out to ‘pretty’ or ‘darling’ and told you the worst jokes. You knew you were the only one he called Princess around the paddock.

You were stood with Charles and Carlos, rewatching old race footage to identify driving strategies. Watching the races gave you anxiety, seeing how fast they were going, how close they got to each other, knowing what could happen to them.

You realise that Charles is watching you rather than the screen.

“What’s up?” you ask him.

“Nothing you just look so cute with all your little facial expressions watching the race,” he responds, turning to Carlos, “doesn’t she look cute?”

Carlos agrees and you stick your tongue out at Charles who promptly returns the gesture.

“I’d love to watch a horror movie with you.”

“Absolutely not Charles, now watch the races so we can turn this off.”

Most days passed like this. You enjoyed being around Charles and gravitated towards him when you wanted cheering up.

The next day at work you had bought a cake in that you’d made. You couldn’t eat it all yourself but you enjoyed baking so bought it in to share with the team. You cut a slice and wrapped it up to take it to Charles specifically because you knew he’d want some.

You handed him the slice of cake and he gasped in delight.

“Thank you so much Princess, you didn’t have to do that,” he smiled, looking happy with his cake.

“It’s fine, I made too much and I thought you’d like it.

The following day, you pass Charles by his car with the engineers before the race.

“Princess, I have something for you, don’t let me forget.”

You nod and leave him in peace. He has a whole race to deal with today so you’d have to catch him later. Unfortunately a reliability issue yet again means he was unable to finish so you can see him sooner than expected. He is frustrated through the interviews and you can see how stressed and tired he is. As you walk back to the motorhomes you decide to ask him what he got you. A smile spreads across his face and he runs back to his motorhome and reappears with an entire cake that he had somehow had time to buy.

“Charles that’s so sweet of you thank you,” you say as he pulls you into a hug, rubbing your back.

“Next time I will try and bake something,” he promises as he pulls away, “have you got any plans for this evening?”

“No no, I don’t usually plan much for after work.”

“Carlos and I are going for a drink after our shit day, you should come.”

The invite is the first time you would have crossed the boundary to seeing him outside work. He hasn’t ever even seen you in your own clothes. You’ve talked to him about what he likes to do in his spare time and nights out he’s been on but you’d never been invited before.

“Yeah okay, that would be nice.”

He smiles again and heads off to sort himself out after the race, shouting a time and location at you as he goes. You are looking forward to seeing him outside of work but are also nervous as you don’t know Carlos as well. You’ve spoken to him a few times as casual conversation and he told you that you had nice eyes but that was it except for work related stuff.

After work, you dress yourself up in the outfit that makes you feel most confident and do your hair and makeup. You head out to where Charles said to meet but you’re a little early and Carlos is the only one there.

“You look incredible,” Carlos compliments, “not being at work suits you.”

You smile gratefully and thank him for the compliment, hoping that Charles thinks the same when he gets here. You sit with Carlos and he continues to shower you in compliments, it’s obvious he likes you and to be honest it’s almost a welcome relief to know where you stand with someone. Charles is unbelievably late so you and Carlos get up to dance while you wait for him.

After you’ve been dancing together for a while, Carlos takes a step towards you and presses a kiss to your lips. You stand there in shock for a second before you take a step back to break the kiss.

“I’m sorry Carlos, I can’t do this. It is such a compliment honestly but I have feelings for someone else,” you say apologetically.

“I know, I’ve seen you with Charles,” Carlos sounds disappointed, “I just thought if it wasn’t going anywhere it was worth a try.”

You apologise again, unsure what to do now. Thankfully Charles appears and you are relieved not to be one to one with Carlos after just turning him down.

“Can I speak to you privately please?” Charles asks you.

He doesn’t say ‘sorry I’m a late’ or ‘you look nice’ or even ‘hello.’ You nod and he directs you over to a quieter corner of the bar.

“Hi,” you say as he doesn’t seem to be bothering with greetings.

“What the fuck Y/N.”

You stand there confused at Charles’s sudden outburst.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just saw you kissing Carlos!” he says angrily.

“Okay first of all, he kissed me and I stopped it. Second of all, why does it matter?” you decide to try and work out what his feelings are.

“Because I thought we had something!”

Charles is getting increasingly loud and angry and your press brain kicks into gear, not wanting people to see this.

“Let’s go somewhere more private,” you suggest.

You leave the bar and walk around the back to where they seem to keep the bins. Now you are in private you can return the anger.

“What do you mean you thought we had something,” you sound frustrated but you have been for weeks.

“I don’t know, just the way we are with each other, I thought it might be something.”

“When Charles? When did you think it might be something because we’ve been this way with each other for over two months now and nothing has happened,” your anger and confusion that you have felt about his behaviour towards you is evident, “how was I supposed to know you liked me?”

“Just by the way I was with you!”

“Okay so you’re friendly with everyone but I’m supposed to know for sure that it’s different with me? I’ve tried to bring it up, I’ve talked to you about relationships and feelings and you brushed it aside. Don’t you think I’ve had feelings for you since the day we met?!”

It was your first day at Ferrari and you were walking with Charles through the crowd of fans when he spotted a young boy that was holding out a piece of paper for an autograph. He stopped and crouched down to his height and chatted to him for a while. Charles took his cap off his head, signed it and gave it to the boy who was over the moon. Watching the interaction warmed your heart, there was something about men with children that you just found so attractive.

“You have feelings for me?” Charles asks, his voice calming.

“Of course I fucking do Charles, how could I not?”

He steps towards you making you try and take a step back but your back is against the brick wall of the bar.

“Then let’s stop messing around,” he presses his lips to yours and your hands immediately wrap round the back of his neck in response.

The kiss is passionate, you both conveying just how long you’ve been waiting for this moment. Your fingers are tangled in his hair and his tongue slips into your mouth, making you moan.

“We shouldn’t do this here,” you whisper as you both pause to catch your breath.

Charles takes your hand and begins to walk you back to the main road at the front of the bar. He finds a taxi and pulls you in behind him, instructing the driver to take you both back to the hotel.

The taxi ride is uncomfortable. Charles keeps his hand on your thigh, which is one of your biggest turn ons but neither of you speak. Thankfully it’s only a short journey and you then you are both rushing into the hotel and into the elevator.

As the elevator doors shut, Charles pushes you back against the wall, kissing you again after what feels like far too long. The line is blurry between whether you are both still angry or both just getting out the frustrations you’ve had at wanting to kiss like this for months. You can hardly keep your hands off each other as you walk up the hotel corridor, you’d already started unbuttoning Charles’s shirt before you’d got to the hotel room door. He fumbles with the key card as you continue to kiss and he walks you backwards until your legs hit the edge of the bed and you both fall back down onto it.

By this time you’ve managed to get his shirt off and Charles is pressing kisses to your neck, another of your biggest turn ons. Charles slides his hands up underneath your dress making it bunch up around your waist.

“Let me show you how I feel about you.”

The words from his mouth make you moan in anticipation as he kisses and sucks the skin on your inner thighs, sure to leave a mark. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulls them down your legs quickly. There are no pauses from either of you, you’ve both thought about doing this for far too long to hang around now it’s actually happening.

Charles’s tongue dives into your folds, alternating between flicking his tongue against your clit and licking at your entrance. It doesn’t take long before he has slid two fingers into your wet pussy, curving them up to hit your sweet spot. His mouth focuses on your sensitive nerve endings, sucking gently. He continues his movements, taking in how sweet you taste and how it’s even better than all the times he imagined doing this to you. Your head is pressed back into the bed, your hands gripping the bed sheets as Charles’s actions bring you closer to your high. He places your legs over his shoulders to get a better angle and you are quickly telling him that you’re close.

“Not yet Princess, I want us to cum together for our first time,” he says, abruptly stopping his movements.

You groan at the loss of contact and he smirks at you. He doesn’t make you wait long as you fumble with his jeans, pushing them off him. Charles lines himself up with your entrance and you wiggle your hips, desperate to have him inside of you.

“Charles please,” you whisper.

Hearing the desperation in your voice makes him want to lose control and he pushes his hips forward, not stopping until he’s bottomed out inside you. You could have done with a second to adjust but the feeling of being inside you is too much to let Charles think straight and he’s thrusting into you almost immediately. It doesn’t take long before the slight discomfort is replaced by immense pleasure and you let out an almost pornographic moan. You wrap your legs around his waist which changes the angle of his thrusts, somehow making it feel even better.

Charles has set a quick pace, not letting up with the kisses on your neck that are sure to leave bruises tomorrow but you don’t care. Your back arches slightly against the bed and you do your best to keep your eyes open so you can remember this and how Charles looks.

He has sweat starting to drip down his forehead and his hair is messy from you knotting your fingers in it. His muscles are tense and his lips are parted as he groans and mumbles curse words under his breath.

“Do you understand how I feel about you now?” he asks, reaching down to rub your swollen clit.

“Yes, yes,” you stutter out, your clit is still sensitive from the orgasm he almost let you have before and you begin to see stars.

“Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours Charles, I always have been,” you answer honestly, even if Carlos had expressed an interest in you, you had always wanted Charles.

He groans at your words, somehow managing to thrust his hips into yours even harder then before. The room is filled with the sound of his thrusts and both of your moans.

“You’re squeezing me so fucking tight princess.”

You feel the familiar sensation building up in your lower stomach and you know you won’t last much longer.

“Charles I’m close,” you moan, feeling yourself clenching around him.

“Me too, it’s okay, you can cum.”

His words of permission are all you need to tighten around him and let your orgasm hit you. The long build up to it has you digging your nails into his skin and bucking your hips up to meet his, completely out of control of your movements. Your actions bring Charles to his high only seconds later and you can feel his warm seed spilling into you.

His thrusts grow sloppy and you both ride out the aftershocks of your high and catch your breath. Charles gently pulls out of you and you whine at the loss. He lays down beside you and you snuggle into his chest.

“I don’t know why we waited two months to do that,” Charles says, still breathing heavily.

“Me neither, let’s not wait two months until the next time,” you laugh.

a/n: congrats if you made it this far, it turned into a long one. Everything up to them going to the bar is happening between me and my ‘friend’ at work and I’m very stressed trying to work out if he has feelings for me or not. The second part is what I’d like to happen haha. Not that any of you asked but I need to share my confusion with someone!