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zcorners120 · 9 months

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Hi! Can you write something with Arthur Leclerc and the reader are doing the “Truth or Dare” video for Prema, and he says he would kiss the reader. And at the end he really peck her on the lips

ooooooooooooooo yes i like the sound of this !

synopsis; req above ^ MASTERLIST

warnings; kisssssing oooooo la la , flirting ;)

The big lens bored into my eyes, Arthur and yourself sat in silence waiting for the flag to start speaking.

“Go.”

“Hello everybody, welcome back to another Prema video, here with Y/N/N” Arthur’s voice spoke out, nudging you slightly as he said your nickname.

“And today we’re doing truth or dare, with the questions suggested by you guys!” You gestured your hands towards the camera, smile painted on your face.

Two piles of paper were slid onto the table, both in bold with one reading 'TRUTH' and the other 'DARE'.

The camera cuts, moving into the other rooms where other drivers are sitting patiently, before they come back to focus on yours and Arthur's clips for the video.

"I'm a bit nervous." You spoke aloud, in the now empty room.

You saw the rumours circulating online, your Instagram dm's filled with threats from preteen girls, questions from journalists and bunches more.

"It's going to be fun Y/N/N, I'm picking all dares since I am quite bad." He smugly smiles at the end of his sentence, laying back against the charcoal leather sofa.

You snorted at the bold statement, "As if Arth, no way is that true."

Right as he opened his mouth to retaliate, the producers came back in the room.

"Put three ice cubes in your mouth until they melt." Read out with a cheeky grin, watching as Arthur laughs nervously.

Watching as he tries to gracefully put them into his mouth with a spoon made you both double over in laughter. He sits back with his arms crossed, eyes closed.

"He can't speak, he's incapacitated at the moment everyone." You look at him, as he turns with his mouth full, gargling out the words, "Truth or dare." in his loud, Monégasque accent.

"Ay ya ya, it hurts!" He flicked his hand about, the sound of the ice cubes moving about in his mouth appearing also.

"Okay, dare." You risked, watching the string and scissors appear onto the table.

Arthur tied your hands to your ankles, and you had to stay like that the whole game. He wrapped the string gently around your wrists, making sure it's not too tight before looking up at you with those blue eyes.

It's moments like these where you doubted your friendship with him, letting your true emotions take control. In a room full of cameras and people, it felt like it was only the two of you.

He momentarily pulled the strings making it really tight, winking at you with the eye facing away from the camera making your cheeks flush pink.

"So now, it's perfect." He spoke, watching you struggle with sitting on the sofa.

He holds the next dare up to you, waving it in front of your face.

"Go outside and hold a sign that says 'Honk if I'm cute.'" You laugh, watching as he gives a confused face.

"What?" Turning the slip back to himself as he reads it again.

"Guys we're going to get noise complaints from the amount of people honking..." You flipped your hair over your shoulder, pretending to flex as Arthur looks at you with a bewildered expression.

"It'll be me in the car.." He aggressively winks badly moving his whole face, producing having to cut due to the laughter.

You look at the paper signs giving from the producers, with text in Italian as well as English.

"That's going to be so embarrassing, it's much worse than what you got!" You leant back, forgetting your arms were tied, whole body falling against the sofa and Arthur's side.

After a couple more embarrassing dares and painful truths, the filming progressed onto the most anticipated question, not only for the audience but for the producers also.

It would be stupid to think that the producers don't think the pair would be cute together, why else would they always be together in videos!

You picked up the next slip of paper, Arthur's eyes widening at your evil grin.

"Just read it, you're scaring me!"

"Ooh! If you had to choose, who would you kiss in this room?" You said matter-of-factly, turning to face Arthur.

He plucked the note out of your hand, slightly fanning himself whilst looking up at the ceiling, "It's starting to get a bit hot in here."

You fell onto your side laughing, "But you have to be completely, completely honest." You spoke, getting back up.

You started pointing around the room, "So there's a sound engineer, there's Angelina." You say smiling, but as you go to look at him you realise that he's only looking at you.

"Well to be completely honest it would have to be you." He says, staring at you as Oscar burst into the room getting everyone to say their "Awwws".

You blush furiously, both of you going into fits of laughter to alleviate the tension.

The video in question cuts to you and Paul outside the building, both being dared to stand with the embarrassing sign.

You held up the sign first, stepping out onto the side of the road and being met with honks as soon as the drivers could read the sign.

"Gosh, my ego is going through the roof." You laughed, getting scared by another abrupt honk.

You turned around to see Arthur sticking himself half way out the car window, opening the door to pull you inside the tiny grey Fiat 500.

"Sorry guys I'm kidnapping her for a while." He shouts out.

This would seem slightly confusing, but gets cleared up quickly by the end snippet of the video being; Arthur gently pulling your chin in his direction, the camera catching a quick kiss before everyone erupts into cheers, Dino and Robert jumping so hard the camera was knocked off the tripod.

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xaelia-au · 1 year

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fanfictions that own my heart

disclaimer!: i own none of these fanfics, all rights to the awesome writers of them

so when i first joined tumblr i had a hard time to find ff's so i made a list of one's i found and my favs (they're all great)

sometimes there's a second list bc (i have a serious problem) there was just too much material for one post...

also there will probably be some mistakes, just ignore them :)

!this list is ongoing so i'll update it whenever i feel like it (probably never this took me MONTHS smh) so there will be some ongoing series/ oneshots!

formula one / two:

charles leclerc, charles leclerc (2)

pierre gasly

carlos sainz

max verstappen

george russell

alex albon

oscar piastri

arthur leclerc

lewis hamilton

lance stroll

football:

jude bellingham, jude bellingham (2)

pablo gavi

trent alexander arnold

mason mount

jamal musiala

christian pulisic

nhl:

on @xaexaesworld under various tags <3

crying, screaming, throwing up (absolute favorites)

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tetralea · 2 years

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Max bumps into Pascale (Charles' mom) while grocery shopping. -sue me, i'm a sucker for Max being independent and knowing how to cook-.

It's been ages but Max will never forget her face, specially after the inchident, where his dad gave her a somewhat of a scolding bc of what Charles did.

So he greeted her, introduced himself -just in case you know- and apologized.

She laughed and then it turned into a soft smile, she patted her in the arm and casually waves of his apology.

They see each other again at the grocery store after a few days. Greetings exchanged.

And then it keeps happening, and sometimes with Arthur accompanying her.

They exchange cooking recipes, Italian cooking tips from Lorenzo gets passed on to him, he gives Arthur advice while choosing what kind of apple to buy ffs, and got his monster of a hair who just can't stop growing every fucking day cut by Pascale.

Charles have no idea that Max have been courting his family.

Max have no idea that he has been courting Charles' family.

Max Verstappen's -an oblivious fuck's- guide on how to get in good graces of your crush's family.

Max Verstappen's -an oblivious fuck's- guide on how to collect Leclercs.

This is really wholesome 🥺🥺🥺 also golden thank you!

Maybe he gives a recipe to Pascale and then she prepares it and Charles likes it asks where it is from and almost swallows the spoon when his mom tells him it’s from Max. And then the story.

Also Max rambling about Charles and asking about him from his mom while she cuts his hair. And Pascal just knows something is going on.

So she sometimes convinces Charles to go with her. Also Charles is clue less in a grocery store as we saw, and he almost walks into a shelf when he sees Max chatting with his mom.

They seem to know each other well? What the hell?

He tries to join. Pascale is amused how shuttery and smiley his son gets instantly.

She convinces Charles to go within her more often. Once she sends only Charles, he goes home with Max. Like he found him in the grocery store.

Pascale’s - very conscious- guide on how to make her son run into his crush all the time not too accidentally.

#lestappen

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oscar-piastri · 2 years

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nah ffs arthur leclerc got a penalty again

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pizza-portal · 3 years

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MASTERLIST

LAST UPDATED: 11/7/21

PROMPT LIST

Charles Leclerc

Dating Charles Leclerc (Headcanon)

Blueberry

Carolina (NSFW)

Goodluck Kiss

I Love You

Baking With Charles Leclerc (Headcanon)

Ma Belle (NSFW)

Wink and Smile

Daniel Ricciardo

Worship You

Pretty Girl **SERIES**

Lando Norris

Everyone Finds Out about You and Lando (Headcanon)

Room PLease (NSFW)

Tease (NSFW)

Max Verstappen

Temper

Publicity Stunt **SERIES**

Pierre Gasly

Car Sex (NSFW)

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zcorners120 · 9 months

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Hello, could you please make a part 3 for the shut up and get in story? I loved part 1 and part 2! Maybe that they walk into the paddock and garage together and that those mechanics are shocked that they are together. But if you come up with something else I will be happy with that as well!

yes ! im v happy to see my arthur fics getting recognition, especially shut up & get in, i put loads of effort into them <3 it's been a while since i wrote them so i had to re read them LMAAAOO

arthur leclerc x reader MASTERLIST PART ONE PART TWO

synopsis; your confusing newfound relationship with Arthur has now started to progress further..

warnings;

Trapped in his embrace, you began to increasingly panic. Maybe if you just pretended to fall asleep for awhile? Or do you just pull out of his grip?

You took the riskier option, having to pull with every muscle and get out of his strong arms. He stirred slightly, the gentle sunlight gracing his relaxed face as he dozed off.

You changed back into your now dry jeans, keeping his shirt on as you spray some deodorant and perfume on that you had in your bag. Slipping down the stairs and into the kitchen you made some breakfast, humming a tune from a shitty song, mixing the eggs in the pan.

"Something smells good." A deep voice announces, accompanied by the steps that it was taking towards you.

Slightly jumping, forgetting it wasn't just you in this incredible house.

"Oh yeah sorry, thought I'd just make us something." You cringed at the thought of this, you 24 hours ago wouldn't of have believed the situation.

He sat opposite on the kitchen island, rubbing his eyes groggily.

"I don't wanna bring this up, but like, sleeping together? What do we make of that?" Stirring the scrambled eggs before stopping, looking up and being met with Arthur's raised eyebrows.

"At least let me eat the eggs first, damn." Witty attitude straight from the morning.

"Not like that, pervert." You flicked a bit of broken egg shell towards him that you hadn't thrown away yet.

Little did you know, that egg shell was about to start war.

You saw the demeanour on his face turn from playful to something serious behind his eyes, but you were a bit too curious to find out.

Turning around with a smirk plastered on your face, thinking you'd finally won against him. Getting the pancake mix ready, you felt something wet and gooey fall on your head, running down the back of your neck.

"You're game."

Splatters everywhere. Ketchup in places it shouldn't be. Equally soaked in milk and runny yolk dripping.

Sat down on the wet floor opposite each other, absolutely beat by your childish activities. Trying to pretend like Arthur didn't pick you up by the waist, screaming when dropped you in a concoction of blueberries, smashed avocado and strawberry jam. Or closing you into the corner of the kitchen, his hot and heavy breath millimetres away from your plump lips, moment ruined by yoghurt falling and saturating your hair.

As you went to shower, for the second time, in Arthur Leclerc's shower, he posted something on his story.

Agreeing to a peace treaty, you headed to work in Arthur's car again, wearing another one of his tops and a pair of his joggers since he insisted.

Walking through the double doors to the academy together, huge smiles plastered on your faces was truly a sight that had to be seen with your own eyes.

The other mechanics went quiet, slightly in shock to see the two of you walking in late, giddy, and wearing his clothes.

"I thought they hated each other?" One asked his friend, to which his friend shakes his head and replies.

"They're kids. Who knows at this rate?"

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zcorners120 · 1 year

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Arthur leclerc x pilot reader ? Love your work <3

sure ! MASTERLIST

arthur leclerc x pilot!reader

synopsis; arthur does ridiculous things to get your attention.

warnings; flying, fears of flying

His leg was shaking abit, a slight tremor in his speech. Arthur wasn't fond of flying, not liking the height and the fact that, 'You could literally fall at any moment. It's a metal tube that could explode or land in the ocean or..' etc.

He tries to avoid flights as much as he can, or will sleep through it. But an hour flight to Monte Carlo, he couldn't sleep through.

"Charles, please? We could drive, take the yacht out for abit?" He pleaded and whined like a child.

"No come on it's an important meeting we both have to be there for. This is the fastest way, no discussion Arth." Said sternly by his brother.

He reluctantly followed behind him, walking on the warm tarmac up to the impressive jet. A small group of people stood around the stairs leading up in smart uniforms; flight attendants, co pilot, Charles' PA.

But what stunned Arthur even more, is the captain who was slowly coming down the steps ready to meet them.

"Morning gentlemen, I'm Captain Y/N L/N and I'll be taking you to Monte Carlo." You smiled warmly, trying to keep the upmost professionalism whilst staring into the eyes of the most handsome boy you'd seen.

After having a bit of small talk and a small hushed conversation with Charles you learned about Arthur's fear.

As everyone was getting settled in, you tried to get the gentlest lift up into the sky, flicking switches and talking to the control tower.

Announcing over the speaker system, "Captain speaking, could Arthur come into the pit?", awaiting his arrival as you folded a seat down for him.

"You wanted to see me?" His hands slightly shaking as he tried to not look at the sky ahead of him.

"Hey, it's okay. Look up. See how beautiful it is? Switch seats with my co pilot here, I promise you nothing will happen." You said calmly with reassuring words.

"It's amazing." He could see the view completely now, it didn't compare to the tiny windows back where he sat.

Watching his face light up and glow in astonishment made you so happy, and it reminds you how much you loved this job and why you got into it. Travelling the world and being able to fly the coolest jets and planes was a life long dream for you.

Arthur sat back down next to his PA, completely exhilarated from what he just experienced.

"Does she do lessons or something? The pilot Y/N." He spoke over, curiosity pounding in his heart to see you more.

"Yeah, actually. She does small personal classes and experiences to do with sky diving." He spoke back.

Arthur's faced cringed and screw up at the thought from falling so high, but was willing to try anything for you at this point.

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zcorners120 · 2 years

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Arthur leclerc grumpy reader and sunshine Arthur!! pls

such a good concept, i love the trope <33

synopsis; prema's golden retriever boy had fallen for the black cat girl at trident. MASTER LIST

warnings; swearing,

Black cat, kills with your striking looks, yet your personality is what sticks out most. Blunt, sarcastic and hopelessly pessimistic. Your own personal antonym was none other Arthur Leclerc. Melts girls with his handsome and boyish looks, and his personality is what shines through most. Immature, playful and hopelessly optimistic.

And he is deeply, deeply, in love with his opposite. Making it abundantly clear to you, you toy around with it for fun.

"Opposites attract y'know, L/N." He sing-songed, slinging his arms across your shoulders, following behind you.

"My opposite would be Bob Ross. He's too pure for this world." You stated, feeling his body slow you down from behind.

"So you and Bob Ross are attracted to each other?" He asked, confused as you turned around to face him, his arms still on your shoulders.

"No. I'm attracted to weird blonde boys who love life a little too much." You retorted, watching his face go red.

Ollie Bearman was secretly taking a picture of you two face to face, lurking in a corner like a twisted stalker feeding the Arthur and Y/N fanbase.

Watching his face go beetroot red, you plucked his hands off your shoulders, and walked away smiling slightly. Leaving him agape, Ollie walks up to him laughing, pulling his arm back to the garage.

You were out by a few seconds in the 2nd lap of quali, angry and frustrated you walk to the paddock for some fresh air, watching as the rest of the drivers battle out for a good place.

You noticed your team waiting on Stanek, who was currently in second. Joining them out near the track, you watched as the cars whizzed past. With your classic death stare, you noticed the Prema car in which the driver was enthusiastically waving through the gap in the halo to you, with huge number 4's on the car. Looking down to conceal your smile, you felt your own cheeks tinge a new rosy colour.

"And Arthur Leclerc takes the win for quali today!" The announcement rings out, as Arthur jumps out from the car, hugging his team.

He clips off his helmet, trying to spot you within the crowd but you had disappeared.

"Cherie, where were you? I was waiting for my winning hug." He bursts into your garage, smiling at you.

"Fact one; not your Cherie. Fact two; I've seen a cat turn into a dog more times than I've ever hugged you in my lifetime." You reply dryly, giving him a straight lined smile.

"Admit it, you're crazy for me." He smiles smugly, leaning down to where you were sitting.

"In your dreams Leclerc." You pat his shoulder, swaying your hips slightly as you walk away.

The black cat's heart had slowly defrosted, as your feelings for Arthur had developed further than you'd imagined, as you no longer resist to his silly ways of giving you attention.

Winning second to Arthur who got first, he pulled you in for a massive hug as both of your cars stopped in front of your mechanics.

"I'm so proud of you Cherie. We've both done amazing." He exclaimed, picking you up and spinning you around as you start laughing.

He jumped up and down in joy, little bursts of energy spewing out in each jump.

"Does this dual victory allow me to buy you a drink?" He throws his arm around your shoulder, swaying from side to side.

"I thought I'd wait for the apocalypse to occur and use you as my last resort for entertainment, but I think I've changed my mind." You look up at him, slightly snuggling into his embrace.

"I'll take that as a compliment." He kissed the top of your head.

"Of course you will." Rolling your eyes playfully as he perfectly fit into the stereotype of his happy-go-lucky spirit.

A/N; hope i did well, wasn't sure what plot i was going to go for at first but i thinkkk i've nailed it

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zcorners120 · 1 year

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Could you write something about spending Christmas with Arthur Leclerc ??

yes !!11!!1!1!

arthur leclerc x reader MASTERLIST

synopsis; you spend christmas with your boyfriend for the first time in your new apartment

warnings; none

“Just one more bauble.” You whine, watching Arthur’s face screw up to confusion.

“Booble? Baauble?” His accent comes out, not understanding how to pronounce the word.

“Bauuble. Here, hang the last one.” You giggled, handing the reflective silver ornament his way.

He hung it up on the emerald green tree, embellished in silver and red shining orbs.

"Ooh, we're nearly finished amour. Only the star left!" You stepped back slightly, admiring the star.

You felt two hands wrap around both of your calves, sending a sudden shock to your system as you were lifted into the air.

"Arth!" You squealed out, being placed gently on his shoulders.

"You have to get up there one way or another." He replied smoothly, cracking a smile.

You gently placed the star on top, pulling the whole thing together perfectly. Arthur walked back slowly, as you looked down to be met with his smiling face. It was short lived as his strong arms came up to take you off his shoulders abruptly, thinking you were going to fall until he caught you.

"I think we did a magnificent job." He spoke softly, as you were both looking into each others eyes.

You leant into each other slowly, lips moulding together for a quick kiss.

You spent the rest of the evening snuggled in thick knitted blankets, paired with frothy hot chocolates.

A/N; fully aware this req was sent very long ago and not in time for Christmas pahaha , VERY SORRY!

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zcorners120 · 2 years

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Hay can u do one for Arthur leclerc where he finds his pregnant gf in just one of his oversized T-shirts and underwear after returning home from a race?

love abit of arthur

arthur leclerc x reader MASTERLIST

synopsis; you missed arthur and decided to steal some clothes for you and the baby.

warnings; pregnancy

4 months. 4 amazing months of you carrying the most beautiful spoiled princess. Your bump now becoming slightly more visible, but blending into your figure when needed.

“Cmon’, let’s go watch daddy race.” You spoke aloud to your stomach, crashing onto the sofa as you scramble for your remote.

Flicking onto sky sports, you quickly noticed that Arthur was P1, 14 laps in. Smiling to yourself, you made a great commentator to your baby, explaining what was happening.

As the night progressed, the sudden change for the race to be at night, your eyes became heavier and heavier. Groggily, you walked to your bedroom, pulling on one of Arthur’s Prema tops, keeping your underwear on.

Deciding to carry on watching the race, what you hadn’t realised was you dozing off slowly.

“Y/N I’m home!” Arthur bellowed out, joy evident in his voice as he kicked his shoes off, clutching a trophy proudly.

Walking through the corridor calmly and into the living room; he saw a sight that was better than any win and any trophy.

You were sprawled on the sofa, snoring softly and he felt his heart melt; his two girls watching his race as the highlights played in the background.

Placing a hand on the back of your knees, and another on your back, he gently carried you to your shared bed.

Tucking you under the thick duvet, he brang his big hand up to your hair, tucking some behind your ear as he pressed a light kiss to your forehead.

“Goodnight Cherié. And you too Bebé”

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zcorners120 · 2 years

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streetracer

arthur leclerc x verstappen's sister ! reader

quick drabble - im pretty sure credits for this idea go to my amazing mutual @sainz-leclerc ! 1.8k word count

MASTER LIST

synopsis; your brother Max was a notorious streetracer in the area, and you were his good luck charm. that's until a new racer comes around, with his intials A.L

warnings; driving in a car above speed limits, recklessness in a car, mentions of a toxic household, swearing, mentions of alcoholism, negligence from parents

You and your brother Max grew up loving cars, and grew up in a shitty household. Your parents didn't care much, leaving Max to mainly raise you. You were two years apart, now 20 and 22.

Having little to none parental supervision and an obsession with cars, you both were quickly involved in street races. You were both 14 and 16 at the time, and Max rose to fame rapidly with his talent.

You weren't much of a racer yourself, but becoming extremely known as everyone's starting line girl. You would prance about in short dresses and skirts, crop tops and short shorts much to Max's dismay.

Granted that your parents were complete assholes, they gave you some amazing genes for a beautiful face and a banging body. You used it to your advantage, being wanted by many in the racing community.

Even if Max wasn't racing, you would still be starting line and raising your flags for the racers. If you weren't there for one of Max's races, he'd tend to perform poorly, hence being called his good luck charm.

The community in your town was growing at an incredibly fast rate, becoming very well known for the races to the point where people were travelling and moving to watch and participate.

Both yourself and Max were becoming household names and had lots of connections. You were very well respected and loved by the whole community. Max was excited for Friday, as it was the start of the first official race weekend, where well known racers were coming from all over the country.

It was 6:32pm, and you were nervous. You wore a red mini skirt with a black crop top, some old black converses and you hair was in your signature 90's blow out. You looking amazing didn't excuse the fact that this weekend could be your brother's big break for racing, with the both of you and some other races hosting the first official race weekend.

You shook your worries aside when you heard beer bottles clanking from the living room. You picked up your phone and lip-gloss and headed out to the living room, hurrying past your drunk parents.

"Where do you think you're going?" Your dad spoke out, slurring his words.

"I'm going to meet Max, we won't be back till late." You said softly, an attempt to not ignite his short fuse.

"I don't know who you think you are these days.." He mutters, dismissing you.

"Just the best starting line girl in town." You whispered, shutting the front door behind you.

It was the truth though, no girl could do it like you, Y/N Verstappen.

You start walking to the abandoned parking lot where everyone meets and mingles before the race, it wasn't a far walk, only about 10 minutes.

You walk down the battered road of the sketchy neighbourhood, being paranoid as it gets darker earlier these days. Usually Max would take the both of you there, but he decided to go earlier and meet some people.

Your paranoia had slown you down as you were constantly looking around. Looking at the time, it was now 7:13, and you realised you were late, and most people were waiting for you.

Picking up the pace, you approach the lot, seeing swarms and swarms of people. You pause and see atleast 150 cars, with 300 people talking to each other.

"Holy, shit." You say to yourself, this is the biggest meetup you've ever seen.

You carry on walking through the crowds, grabbing a few people's attention, to which they shout;

"Ay yo everybody! Y/N Verstappen's here!" The random guy yelled out.

"Shiiiit it's Y/N!"

"Ayyy yo, Y/N, you starting?"

"Welcome to the partyyy Y/N!"

The crowds were chanting out as you push your way forwards smiling, to the front seeing your brother's car lined up, and someone else's next to it.

You look through the crowd of heads, but still haven't seen Max despite his car being here. You walk over to the drinks stand to get some water before the race starts but instead get met with a tap on the shoulder.

"Well if it isn't little Verstappen." The deep voice said, as you turn around to be met with none other than Arthur Leclerc.

"Arthur. What are you doing here?" You greeted, intimidated by his tall frame looming over yours.

"Here to race Cherie, against your brother. I'd like to see if he lives up to what I've been told." His accent faded in and out, as he got closer to you.

You would be lying to yourself if you said he wasn't attractive. He was insanely handsome. His messy blonde hair ruffled up, the chain peeking out from his black top, and his grey sweatpants pulled down in the slightest, showing off his tanned skin.

"Yeah. We'll see when he smokes you in half an hour." You sighed out, giving him a small smile as you walk back towards the front.

You were a bit nervous for Max, Arthur was unbeaten in the street racing community, and was regarded very highly due to his insane skill. He beat legends when he was only 17 years old, and now being 22 like Max, you were worried for the outcome.

"Hey Y/N!" Someone squealed from behind. Turning around you were met with Denise.

"Oh my my, Denise!" You exclaimed, looking at the beautiful girl.

Her ebony skin radiated in the apricot hue the sky was setting on us. Her locks fell past her shoulders as she walked up to me, pure goddess. Denise was in charge of traffic control, making sure there's no traffic jams coming in and out so police don't get suspicious. Without her, you and Max definitely would've been locked up a few times.

"6 o'clock, Leclerc is checking you out. Man, his scores are so impressive, I'm surprised he hasn't been scouted and signed already." She spoke out, entranced by his achievements.

You turned around to see him surrounded by his friends, all talking together but he was just staring right at you. Enchanted by your body.

"I don't think he is, but look at his friend Alex, he is absolutely going to ask for your number by the end of this." You dismissed her accusation, he couldn't possibly be. Right?

"Hmm, I'm not sure. But I'm definitely into him." She says and starts laughing as you join in, giggling like a bunch of pre-teen girls.

"Oh Max! I've been looking for you." You say as you see him approaching the pair of you, finally relieved to see him.

"Hey girls, you ready to start?" He speaks out, grinning.

"Yep! I'll take my post outside the lot and watch for any undercovers." Denise said hushed, saying our goodbyes and goodlucks.

"You nervous at all, you know with going up against Arthur first race of the day?" You said as he drinks his water, raising your voice over the loud crowds.

"Talking about me already?" Arthur's voice spoke out as he slings his arm around your shoulders, smirking at the both of you.

"Hands off, Leclerc." Max says sternly, putting his water aside.

"Hm, we'll see if I can. I'll go get started in my car." He says smugly, walking off only to turn around and wink at you a couple seconds later.

"Please don't tell me you're actually into him." Max groaned, starting to walk to his car.

"Nope, nothing to worry about" You lied through your teeth, feeling guilty about lying to Max.

You go aside and pick up your flags, straightening them out as you whistle to the DJ further away. He looks at you as you signal with your hands that you're about to start.

"Yo everybody! We finna get started, first race of the weekend. Leclerc v Verstappen. We got Leclerc on the left, and Verstappen on the right. We have the notorious Y/N Verstappen starting for us." His voice boomed and echoed across the lot, making everyone go silent.

He carries on explaining the rules of how this works to newcomers as you start walking upfront.

"Ladies and Gents, welcome to the race." He finalised, everyone's eyes turning to you and the cars.

You saw Max looking straight ahead in his car, concentrated as ever. You look at Arthur, and he's looking directly at you, with no expression on his face but lust in his eyes.

You raise your flag once.

"Three."

Raise the second flag.

"Two."

And drop them both to your sides.

"One."

And the cars blew past you like a rocket, leaving a cloud of gravel and dirt in the air as their tyres skittered off into the distance.

With crowds cheering, the only anxious thing you had left was to wait for their arrival.

About 10 minutes in, you were talking with Denise, Alex, and his friends whilst leaning on his car near the entrance, waiting for the winner.

You could hear some tyre screeches and engine booms, looking up you could see a car drift onto the road leading to the lot entrance. Alex whistles and people start crowding waiting to see who it is.

You stand in the entrance with your flag, waiting to drop it for the victor. You could recognise the car to be Max's, and you get excited, until you could see a joining car drift and immediately speed past Max.

You stand tall in your ensemble, and wait patiently as they go through an epic showdown, fighting for the lead.

As they come closer and pass you, you drop your flag, without a clue of who the victor is.

They jump out of their cars and go to their friends, trying to immediately work out who won. Being shown a video, it was a dead tie.

They both watched over your shoulders as you held the phone playing the video, and groaned seeing it was exact.

"I'm sure the lucky charm would help if she were in the car with me. I'd definitely win." Arthur argued, putting his arm around you, once again.

"That's hilarious, absolutely not happening. I've seen how you drive just now, you play dirty and I'm not putting my sister in there." Max retaliated straight away, leaving you slightly stuck in the middle as they argued.

"Oh, am I hearing next race? Got to go, fix this problem fast!" You called out, making a bee line for the front.

Arthur ran after you, still calling things out to Max.

"You have to come with me in the next race, I'll promise to be safe as I wouldn't want to hurt my precious cargo." He bargained, as you laughed and picked up your flags.

"Maybe." You teased, as you ran up front.

He analysed you, your body, and how you reacted to the adrenaline of the cars rushing past you.

He had found his lucky charm, but now he needs to learn how to share.

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zcorners120 · 9 months

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Hey lovely,

Could you please consider writing a part 3 to ‘shut up and get in’ whenever you have time?

have a great day/night <3

yes tyyyyyy love u

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zcorners120 · 9 months

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hello can we have a pt3 for shutup and get in with Arthur?? pls

here it is!!!!

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zcorners120 · 2 years

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shut up, and get in.

arthur leclerc x fem!reader

synopsis; you and arthur hate each other, you hating his obsession with his pristine car, and him hating your arrogance. but when he sees you in need, he gets over his ego.

warnings; none, fluff

MASTER LIST

You worked as a mechanic at the Ferrari driver's academy, and having the biggest displeasure and unfortune to be working directly with Arthur Leclerc.

Being a female mechanic and being more.. feminine, you were constantly put down, underestimated and undervalued. Therefore building a hard exterior and persona around yourself, as a coping mechanism, to defend yourself.

Your first encounter with the eminent Charles Leclerc's famed younger brother, was disillusioning. You were previously pissed off with some other mechanics making inappropriate comments towards you, along with some inappropriate touching.

Your anger was bubbling up, where Arthur had shoved past you, and your tolerance had way boiled over.

"Watch it, asshole." You spoke up from behind him, to be met with his face turning around.

"Me, the asshole? That's pretty bold." His thick French accent had announced, eyebrows drawn showing that he doesn't think anything's wrong.

"Bold huh? Well I'm working on your car this afternoon, so I'd keep quiet." You retort, threatening him slightly.

"Ridiculous." He fires back, walking way, ever-so-smug.

You huff, knowing that this is going to be one of many fights you'll have to stand for.

You'd always watch him walking in the academy in the mornings, carefully parking his slick, black BMW, with not a speck of dirt, dust or grime on it. He treated the car as his own child, and didn't let a single person touch it, nor ride in it.

It ticked you off even more, as it really showed you his priorities in today's world.

On this particular morning, you'd driven your car into work like usual. Putting your stuff into your locker, you realised that you'd left your lunch in the car.

You were walking across the gravel road, dust kicking off the back of your old Chuck Taylor's, but slowing down seeing Arthur ride into the lot. Ignoring his car, you walked up to your Audi R8, one of your prized possessions. But not in a weird way like Arthur.

Opening up the door, you heard a strange hissing sound coming your feet, but the sound was beaten out by Arthur unfortunately parking next to you.

"Don't touch-" He starts,

"Your car, got it Sherlock" You cut in, hearing the phrase a million times. "Morning to you too." You continue, hearing the hissing again.

He starts to move around you, shutting the door.

"Don't move!" You mutter out loudly, feeling his eyebrows raise in judgement already.

"Holy shit." He exclaims, walking past to you and to the side of your back tire, pulling out a huge kitchen knife with a note stabbed into it.

Your eyes widen, pulling the note off and reading it.

"I wouldn't-" Arthur warns, trying to snatch the note back, but failing from your reflexes.

The note reads;

Woman such as yourself don't belong in a mans playhouse, the garage. A pretty face like yours should stay in the kitchen and only be used for pleasure, we gave you a knife to get started. :)

You drop the note, not being able to look into Arthur's eyes, feeling absolutely humiliated in front of him, giving him another reason to think of you as pathetic.

You just knew it was him and the other mechanics playing a cruel, and twisted prank on you, and you couldn't take it.

"Hope you feel happy with yourself, just for 5 minutes of approval from a bunch of guys who haven't felt the touch of a woman for many years." You spat out, barely being able to handle the tears flooding in your eyes.

You walked away, not looking at his reaction as you go straight into the women's toilets, sick and tired of the lack of respect and common decency that you never receive. You were a fighter, and you held out. You didn't let such comments ever get to you, and knew your perseverance would only lead you to bigger places in life.

As you sat on the counter of the sinks, looking down at your phone, you had zero idea of what was going on outside.

Arthur saw your face screw up in anger, betrayal and disappointment. He was absolutely furious, livid in fact. Knowing that some sexist fuck in there, fucked with his girl.

Hearing you blame him for it only made him even angrier, at them and at himself. He felt ashamed for how he acted, but in reality he didn't know why he acted like that himself.

He doesn't like you, he hates you, but then why is he so angry? Why did he care so much? All of these mixed feelings and emotions were hitting him all at once, and when he saw you walk away, he turned vengeful.

Walking into the academy not that long after you, holding the note balled up in his hand, and the knife in the other, he spotted the main culprit.

Tapping his shoulder, the guy turned his overweight body towards Arthur, his messy, unkept stubble and beer on his breath was overpowering. Arthur punched him straight in the nose, seeing red. He backed the guy against the wall, holding the knife up to him.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, pulling shit like this, at my girl?" He spat out, feeling people trying to grab him back and off the guy, but he held his ground.

He shook the hands off him and eyed all the other mechanics, probably following the ideals and mimicking the fat guy's thoughts.

"Any of you, pull this shit again and you'll be sorry." He warned, a look that could kill painted on Arthur's face as he watched the other mechanics look down in shame, and fear.

He stormed away, going away to fake a smile and do some promotional-media shit.

You come back out, watching everyone eerily silent and working intently. You didn't want to cause a scene and make this bigger than it has to be, so you went into the reporter's office to finish some overdue paperwork.

It was 7:30, everyone had left by then, as you click the black pen and put aside the mound of paper you were working on. Pushing yourself off the black leather sofa, you push the oak door open, and see through the windows that it's pouring outside.

What a great way to end your horrific day, thanks Zeus, for adorning the day with a rainy showers.

Knowing you can't take your car home, you sling your bag onto your shoulder, and walk out into the rain. You walk out of the gates and down the road, watching as your clothes get darker from the rain.

You hear the roar of an engine behind you, slowing down next to you. You turn to the window, to be met with Arthur's face, pulling the window down from his seat.

"Get in." He states, staring at your current damp situation.

"Now, that's humour. Get in your car? You've made my week." You joke sarcastically, knowing he'd never let you in his car, especially wet. You carry on walking, but notice the car is also slowly moving forward with you.

You halt to a stop, he also stops.

"I'm not kidding, Y/N. Get in, you're freezing." He carries on, getting annoyed at your reluctance.

"I'm not going to get in and ruin your car. Are you not forgetting about what happened this morning?" You say, watching as he groans in frustration, pinching his nose with his long fingers.

"Shut up, and get in." He warns, you give up, having a crappy day already.

You yank the car door open, and sink into the warm leather seats, and closing the door carefully, as to not annoy him even more.

You stare out of the window, trying not to look at his big hand, graced with gentle veins steering the car effortlessly, with the other changing gears. You stop at a red light, the ambiance lights of his car setting a purple tint on the both of you.

He reaches over and stretches his arm past your boobs, and pulls the seatbelt, the metal drifting over your chest, clicking it in place. You wondered what was going through his mind, he switches up so fast.

"I didn't do it, you know." He claims, looking straight ahead, as the light changes green and the car kicks back into life.

"Surprising. I'm used to it by now." You say, stunning him slightly.

"Why didn't you tell me that they're such jerks?" He questions, looking over at you for a split second.

"You wouldn't care, I thought you endorsed their behaviour." You say, looking down at your soaked shoes. You continued, not letting him answer, "Why did you let me in if I'm in such a state right now?"

"The car can get cleaned, and I let you in because I care. I don't endorse their behaviour, I gave them a piece of my mind when you left." The Monegasque boy's voice drawls on, so pleasing to listen too.

"Why do we act like we hate each other?" Your meek voice questions, pathetically finding comfort in the car that smells just like him.

"I guess, emotions are complicated." He assumes, working his hand on the back of your headrest, backing up into his driveway. He switches the engine off and runs around the car to open your door. "I'll get you cleaned up and warm" He slightly hesitates, not knowing what's come over him.

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pizza-portal · 3 years

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heyyy! Another request if it’s not a problem! You being either Zak’s daughter or Dan’s sis and being the biggest tease ever for lando, like constantly looking at him, touching him, brushing your hands against his body, bumping into him ‘accidentally’ until he finally gives in and let’s you seduce him👀

Idk i just need more lando content, and ive noticed not many people write smut which is awful😩

Tease

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Warnings: teasing, SUB!Lando, 🤠riding, unprotected sex (avoid the dread, cover your head)

Y/n Brown was off limits. She was nice to look at and even think about. But, if anyone touched her, they would feel guilty for laying their hands on Zak’s only daughter.

Lando couldn’t help himself though. The moment he met her, his hands got clammy and he stuttered over his words way too much. She took notice of it too. He was cute, no doubt. Shy and awkward around her. There was no possible way that y/n could think about Lando the way he thinks about her, right?

Until, it started getting hot at races. She would wear shorter skirts or denim shorts. Not to mention, the tank tops and crop tops that showed off her breasts and curves. Lando’s eyes were nowhere but her. He was in a trance every time he saw her, trying to not to let the blood flow to his central.

It didn’t help with the way she talked to him. She was sweet yet so seducing. She would lay her hand on his chest for a brief moment, and he swore his heart stopped. She would bite her bottom lip whenever he talked. She would mess with her hair or the clothes she was wearing. He was a complete mess around her. But, he couldn’t give in. Not with her being Zak’s daughter.

So, at the British Grand Prix, heat sizzled off of the floor and the sun squeezed sweat out of everyone. Everyone complained about the heat on the Silverstone track, but Lando didn’t care. All he cared was seeing her in a mini skirt and some graphic t-shirt. He had been feeling uncomfortable in the seat of his car due to the blood flowing nowhere but his middle. He was almost finished with practice and maybe he could go back to his motorbike and relieve himself with the thought of her in the mini skirt.

After getting out and grabbing his things, y/n stood beside him. “Hey Lando,” she smiled. Lando’s eyes grew wide while he quickly used his random t-shirt to cover his pants. He swallowed a lump in his throat, looking down at her.

“Hi- Hey. How are you doing? You doing alright?” His words became a big jumble that struggled to flow out smoothly. Y/n just hid her smile.

“I’m alright. Just a bit hot,” She responded. Her teeth ran over her bottom lip before she asked her next question. “Do you mind if I go back to your trailer with you? I kinda need to cool down.” Lando’s first response was yes. He wanted to be so close to her and to be wrapped around her finger like a ribbon. But, the logical and professional side of him said no. He shouldn’t be so close with his boss’ daughter.

“Please?” Y/n added.

“Yeah,” Lando blurred before he could think about anything else. She smiled.

“Do you need help with your things? I can carry your shirt-”

“No!” Lando was quick to cut her off. “I can carry it. I’m really good at carrying it. I, uh, I’ll carry my t-shirt… and stuff.” Y/n just smiled, enjoying the sexual nervousness she implanted into him.

Lando led her to his motorhome, trying his best to act as if it was as normal as possible. He let her in first, as a gentleman should, before following her. The air conditioner soothed their melting skin. Y/n sat in the couch, taking in the cooled air. Lando had shoved himself in the bathroom, changing out of his fireproofed and finding a good way to hide the excitement in his pants.

After adjusting his jeans, he started moving around his clothes for a shirt. He shoved his fireproofs around before looking around on the floor. He had tried to recall if he had brought a shirt with him… and there was absolutely no recollection. He cussed under his breath, preparing himself to walk out without a shirt. He made sure to still look relaxed while flexing his core and biceps. He opened the door, immediately walking towards his bag with his clothes.

Y/n’s eyes glazed over Lando’s upper body. He seemed so tense and she found it so sexy. She stood up, already knowing how to tease him. “Hey, you look like you need a massage,” she said sweetly. Lando held his breath. His hands shook while looking for a good shirt. He had probably passed three shirt by now, but his brain could focus on clothes. She touched his back lightly.

“You seem… hard,” she mentioned. Lando’s eyes widened while he quickly turned around. Had she noticed?

“No, no. I’m not hard. I, uh-” he tried to find some sort of excuse.

“Do you need a massage?” She smirked. Lando swallowed. Her hands lightly touched his abdomen before climbing up to his pecs and then his shoulders. “Yes or no, Lando?”

Lando had completely broke to the girl in front of him. His mind decided to forget her last name and her relation to his boss. All he could focus on was her. Lando dipped his head down, his lips immediately finding hers for a small kiss. It was quick, making sure not to scare her off. Y/n pulled his shoulders toward her while jumping to her tippy toes. Their lips attached to one another. Lando’s hands found her waist, gripping tight enough to turn his knuckles white.

Y/n moved her lips from his to kiss down his jaw and to his neck. “Fuck,” Lando whimpered while her tongue ran over his Adam’s apple. “No marks.” He reminded her. Y/n just sighed, kissing back up his neck and jaw to his lips. Her hands slid down to his pecs before pushing him to land on the couch. Each leg found their side around Lando’s hips.

As if becoming shy again, Lando sat with his arms awkwardly at his side. She grabbed his hands, placing them on her thighs. She leaning in, kissing him roughly again. “Should we be doing this?” He mumbled against her lips, as if remembering who she was.

“Do you want to do this?” She whispered. He nodded desperately while his hands voluntarily found her bum, gripping tightly onto her panties. She smiled to herself before standing up. Her hands reached beneath her skirt, slowly tugging down the last bit of cloth. Lando quickly followed, unzipping his dangerously tight pants and shoving them down his thighs. He removed his underwear next, setting his erection free. Y/n but her lip, kicking aside her own underwear and climbing back on top of him.

One hand got tangled into his hair while the other took his cock. She gently stroked his length, spreading the bit of precum on his tip. Lando hissed at the pleasure. “Please,” he whispered. She aligned him with herself before settling into it. Lando gripped her hips tightly, bring back the moan. Y/n moved herself back up, rolling her hips just enough.

It was game over for Lando. His head was thrown back while a moan escaped his lips. Y/n took the opportunity to bite his neck lightly. She continued her movements, getting faster and harder as time went. Lando’s fingertips dug into her waist, sure to leave bruises. “Fuck, y/n,” he whimpered, feeling the build up. Y/n bit back a moan while her nails dug into Lando’s shoulders. She leaned in, placing a small kiss to his lips. She tightened her walls around him and Lando couldn’t help but release. He groaned, holding her closer. Y/n slowed her pace, letting herself spill onto him. They stayed like that for a minute or two, catching their breaths and letting the ecstasy wash over them.

“I was waiting for you to give in,” she chuckled. Lando smiled, shaking his head.

“Don’t let your dad find out. He’ll kill me,”

a/n: aghhhh I loved this sm. Also may or may not have a Danny Ric fic in my drafts😮‍💨

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pizza-portal · 3 years

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please a smut inspired by this..🥺🥺🥺🥺😢😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Ma Belle

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Warnings: brat kink, oral (m receiving), French dirty talk

Charles sat on the couch with his phone in his hand while he aimlessly scrolled through Instagram. He had been waiting for y/n to get changed for about ten minutes. He didn’t mind. Though they were just getting lunch with a few of his mates and their girlfriends, she still like to make herself look presentable and together.

Y/n walked out of the bedroom in a blue mini skirt and a white long sleeve crop top. Her skirt met just a few inches under where her bum ended. As she shifted on her shoes, Charles looked up at her.

“Cherie,” he warned. She just ignored him, grabbing all her stuff together. When she leaned down to grab her purse, Charles could see the white lace of her panties underneath. “No, no, no. Go change.” he told her.

“Charles, it’s not that big of a deal. You’re being dramatic,” she rolled her eyes.

“Fine,” Charles sighed annoyingly, clasping his hands together and leaning back. He brought his phone over his crotch to hide the blood that was draining to it. “If you won’t change, then we won’t go.” Y/n could see how much he tried to hide the affect her outfit had in him. She smiled to herself.

“Please Charles,” she whimpered. That only mad his position worse.

“Go change,” he says again. She walks towards him, resting her hands on his knees. Charles swallowed hard, not wanting to back down from her. His eyes drifted to her cleavage before looking back up into her eyes.

“No,” she responds. He sighs loudly, letting his head fall back. He had a bittersweet relationship with her stubbornness. Her being a brat always turned him on to the max, yet, as if right now, that was the last thing he needed.

She got onto her knees. “What’s wrong?” she questioned. “Am I being too bad?”

“Yes, now can you please go change?” he leaned forward. She shook her head. “Ma Belle-”

“You can call me beautiful when I am sucking you off,” she told him bluntly. Her hands roamed his thighs, while she bit your lip. He sighed, leaning back.

“Alors vas-y,” he told her, giving her the right of way to do her dirty work. Her hands slid up the denim over his thighs, only for him to widen his position a little bit. She reaches for his button and zipper, gently undoing the two.

There was a bulge beneath his underwear. Y/n knew he wasn’t that hard yet. She gently placed small kisses over the fabric, still rubbing his thighs. “Merde,” he hissed, adjusting himself to pull his pants farther down. Finally, they just sat at a puddle around his ankles.

Y/n’s hands started to palm him through the boxers. “Vous aimez ça non?” She whispered to him, turning him on even more. “Tu aimes me voir à genoux.” Charles bit his lip. She felt him getting harder and harder. “Aww, si dur baby.” She mumbled before pulling down the boxers. The tip was tinted red while the shaft easily stayed up on its own.

Y/n took her time, gently stroking him. She pressed small kisses to it, here eyes stayed on Charles’s expression, which was absolutely beautiful to her. “Baby, s’il te plaît,” Charles begged. Y/n ran her tongue up his cock, causing a groan to escape Charles lips as he through his head back. She stopped at the tip, kissing it gently. She opened her mouth, only putting the tip in and sucking. Her hands expertly caressed his shaft. “More, more.” He gasped, his hips bucking towards her face more. Slowly, she let herself go deeper down until his tip hit the back of her throat. As she slid back up, her tongue ran against the shaft again. Before her lips could leave him, Charles gripped her hair and pushed her back down again. She moaned against him. The vibrations from her through shot through Charles, causing him to moan. He took a few deep breaths, watching his dick disappear into her mouth. Meanwhile, her tongue explore every square-centimeters of him.

He stood up quickly, his hands forming a small ponytail out of her hair. He began to guide her movements, pushing himself deeper into her throat only to move back out. He began to move faster. “Ma belle,” he moaned, watching himself fuck her face. As he got deeper into her throat, y/n couldn’t help but choke with small tears forming around her eyes. Finally, he pulled out and y/n knew to open her mouth for the juices that would be flowing out in just a few seconds. Charles finally came, strings of it falling onto her tongue. He fell back down onto the couch, deep breaths escaping his lips.

“Can you go change now?”

“No,”

a/n: I have a Daniel Ricciardo story sitting in my notes app. I might publish it in here but I’m not sure yet :)

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