There's No Place Like Home - Joao Felix X Reader

There's no place like home - Joao Felix x reader

Joao Felix x female!reader

Requested? Yes/No: Anon: lazy s3x w joao

Warnings: Smut, 18+++ (male oral receiving, unprotected sex, wrap it before you tap it!) swearing, fluff

Word Count: 1.5K

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English summertime wasn’t like the rest of Europe. The rain outside suggested that it was more wintertime rather than the middle of July. Joao was on his break for the summer and considering the two of you couldn’t go out and enjoy London you opted for a lazy afternoon. The pair of you were laying on the sofa watching The Wizard of Oz. When you’d met Joao he’d told you he’d never seen the film. Making a mental note you were adamant you’d get him to watch it one day and what better time to watch a film with an ongoing thunderstorm outside? 

You were laying on his bare chest, your eyes glued to the screen as the brunette ran his hands through your hair, glancing down at your figure, a small smile on his lips as he took in how attentive you were to the film. He glanced over at the screen before speaking. 

“Why didn’t the munchkins just kill the witch if she was such a problem?” 

You turned your head to look back up at him, your large doe eyes making Joao melt in a heartbeat. “Because you can only kill anyone by accident.” Your eyes looked over to the screen before looking back at him. “Dorothy didn’t mean to kill the witch, any death we see in the film is accidental. Glinda rules over Oz and she cast a spell which didn’t allow murder.” 

“Then why didn’t they just plan to kill the witch and make it look like an accident?”

“Because that wouldn’t really be an accident, would it?” You smirked as you spoke, Joao mirrored your expression before he leaned down and planted a kiss on your forehead. 

“You know sometimes I hate watching films with you.”

“Why?”

“Because you always know everything.” “Well, what else am I supposed to do whilst you’re at work?” 

“Hmm… true…” His hands now went to your waist, his grip tightening on your body as you felt his hips buck. “God you’re so pretty.” 

One hand left your waist to cup your jaw, forcing you to look at him he slowly leant down and planted a kiss on your lips. You kissed him back instantly, your mouths slowly moving on one another. Shifting you now straddled his waist, and your hands went to his jaw as you slowly started to grind down on his clothed cock. 

He moaned at your actions, his hips bucking up into yours as he pulled away from the kiss. His hands now went to the hem of your shirt which ironically belonged to him. His cold hands on your stomach made you jump slightly which earnt you a low laugh from your boyfriend. His hands went higher and fell upon your boobs.

“Joao…”

“What baby?” As he spoke he swiftly pulled your shirt over your head. “Such a pretty girl…” 

“You’re such a tease.” Your hands tugged on the waistband of his shorts. 

“You’re one to talk.” He pinched your nipples as he spoke, the sudden sharp feeling making you grind harder into him. “Remember the end of the season awards? When all you did was tease me? Constantly begging for my cock until I bent you over the car and fucked you until you forgot your name…” 

His words caused you to moan, only growing more impatient with him. “Please…” 

“So needy…” He kissed you again before raising his hips up. He effortlessly pulled his shorts and boxers down before pulling your clothed hips onto his bare ones. His hand slowly started to pump himself as he watched your eyes light up. “I need your mouth meu anjo…” 

You didn’t hesitate. Moving down his body you trailed light kisses down his body, the feeling giving him goosebumps. When you reached his cock you glanced up at him before kissing the tip, now it was your time to tease him. Your hand had replaced his, slowly moving up and down his large cock. You planted another kiss this time further down but still not enough for him to feel the slightest release. 

“y/n… please dom’t tease…”

“Who’s the needy one now?” Your tongue slowly darted across the tip, collecting the precum that had spilt from your teasing.

“Good girl…” He moaned as you slowly started to take him into your mouth, your head bobbing around his cock, with every stroke you started to get deeper. Joao did his best not to grab your hair and force you down onto him but it was proving harder by the second. His hands moved through your hair, tugging at the strands with every movement. 

You took the hint and changed your pace, moving faster he began to hit the back of your throat. The sound of you gagging around him was one he’d never grow tired of. His head fell back and his stomach muscles tightened at the pleasure growing inside of him. Your hand moved in sync with your mouth, at first you were gentle but the rough movements of his hips and the hand in your hair caused you to quicken.

You could feel he was getting close but he suddenly pulled your hair hard enough that your mouth left his cock and now you were looking up at him with pleading eyes. Joao's thumb went to your lips and swiped any mess from your lips before planting his thumb in your mouth. “Suck.” He commanded which you happily obliged. “Good girl.” His thumb left your mouth but continued to trace your bottom lip. 

“I need you.” You moaned at his actions. 

“Where do you need me, baby?”

“I need you to fuck me…” 

Joao smacked your ass, a chuckle leaving his lips as you let out a light yelp at his sudden actions. “I want you to ride me.” 

Nodding you shifted on the sofa, quickly slipping off your underwear you straddled him once again. Joao’s hands went to your hips, guiding you onto his cock. No matter how many times the two of fucked you would never get used to his size. Gripping on his skin your nails left marks on his shoulder as he entered you. 

“Move when you want to.” He leaned up and kissed your lips, his thumb caressing your cheek as you slowly rose your hips before grinding back down onto him.

At first, your movements were slow, Joao guiding you gently as you rode him. His hands started to grip tighter on your hips, he was silently begging to fuck you harder. You were bouncing on his cock at a steady pace but his actions made you slowly speed up. 

His hands went up to your boobs, cupping and pinching your nipples as you continued to ride him. Joao started to buck his hips as you started to speed up, his actions hitting you in all the right places. “Fuck Joao…” Your head fell back as you moaned, your hands resting on his stomach to steady yourself as his hips started to move faster. 

“You feel so good princesa…” Joao moved one hand to your neck, pulling you close enough that he could latch his lips against your neck. His teeth bit your skin, each shudder of pain mixed with pleasure as he started to thrust harder. 

Your eyes scrunched at the sudden sharp pain, a gasp which quickly turned to a moan leaving your mouth. Your moans only encouraged Joao more. His mouth left your neck, a smirk on his lips as he admired his artwork on your skin. “So good for me.” His hand once on your hips now made its way to your clit. His thumb added more pleasure to your body and if it wasn’t for Joao holding you up you would’ve collapsed on his chest. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes, Joao…” You started to bounce faster. Joao knew he couldn’t hold himself back for much longer and luckily for him you couldn’t either. “Fuck I’m gonna come…”

“Yeah?” His actions quickened. His thumb sped up, adding more pressure on your clit which caused the familiar pit in your stomach to build. 

“Fuck Joao I’m close…” 

“My name from your mouth sounds like a dream…” He kissed you again, tugging gently on your bottom lip as he pulled back. “You gonna come?”

“Yes, Joao…” Your body started to slow, your hips only being moved by your boyfriend's hands. “Fuck…” You felt yourself grow tighter around him. 

“Come for me y/n.” He moaned in your ear and that was all you needed. 

Your body began to shake as your high washed over you. The tight feeling around him made Joao finish deep inside you. Holding you down on his cock as he finished his forehead leaned against yours as his high finished. 

“Good girl.” He kissed your lips again, the pair of you catching your breaths.

You went to move off from his cock but he held you firmly in place. He slowly pulled you back down to lean on his chest whilst still inside of you, the film still playing in the background. “I know I hate the cold but I wouldn’t mind if the rain never stopped. You both shared a laugh at his words before you kissed his bare shoulder.

There really is no place like home. 

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Rivals with Benefits - Mick Schumacher x reader - Part 2

Read Part One here

Mick Schumacher x female!reader

Summary: Mick and you were both set to drive for Ferarri. You were two best friends climbing through the ranks together (and through the sheets) but things turn sour. You join Red Bull and Mick is never the same. 

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, thigh riding, some overstimulation, Mick being cocky, fluff, swearing

Word Count: 5.3K

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Once more wouldn’t hurt, would it?

Every bone in your body told you to push him away but the slightest touch got you high, the addiction to his body came rushing back and you wanted nothing more than to scream his name whilst he ruined every inch of you. But this season was different, you needed to win this championship and falling into the hands of Mick wouldn’t aid you in any way.

“I’m not doing this.” You tried to shuffle way to the side but his hand pressed against the lift door, trapping you between the door and his body. 

“No one needs to know…”

“You think Max won’t find out?” Arching your brows, you attempted to puff your chest out in front of him, trying to assert some dominance between you, but that only made his ego grow. 

“Only because you’ll tell him.”

“He guessed last time -”

“And you think I’m going to lose sleep over Verstappen?”

“He’s a better driver than you -”

“Not until I win this year, then we’ll be even.”

“You aren’t winning this year Schumacher.”

“You want to bet on it?” A smirk danced on his lips as he straightened himself up, towering over you, his eyes raking over your body before speaking. “Every race you win, I’ll leave you alone but every race I win…” His head dipped down so his lips could meet your ear. “You’ll be in my room screaming my name…”

“And why would I agree to that?” 

“Because if Miss Redbull is so sure she’s going to win this season then you’ll surely win more races than I will, won’t you?”

He had a point… to an extent, if you were going to win this season then you would need to win most races in order to get the most points but falling back into his arms would start something the two of you knew would be hard to finish. 

Mick broke your thoughts as he spoke again. “But then again if you aren’t confident enough and you really are as slow as last season then I guess you’ll say -”

“You’ve got a deal, Schumacher.” You cut him off rather abruptly, getting fed up with his attitude. 

Was it a stupid idea? Yes. But would it get him to leave you alone? Yes. Although you knew it would take a lot for Mick to forget about your little deal you were adamant you could avoid him like the plague just to avoid his end of the deal. 

“Yeah?” He cocked his head to the side, his smirk growing with pride at your words. “You think you can handle that?”

“I drive a car around a track at speeds that could kill anyone in an instant, there’s not much I can’t handle.” Shoving Mick’s body away from you which he allowed. “And considering I won today that means you need to leave me alone.” 

Mick held his hands up in surrender as he moved back further to allow you out of the lift. “You win y/l/n… just wait until Saudi Arabia.” 

“We’ll see Schumacher.” Your gaze was fixated on him as you backed away from the lift and headed down the corridor to your room, your mind filled with the interaction with Mick. 

Max would kill you if he found out. 

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Mick was wrong about Saudi Arabia, he ended up getting caught up with Lando Norris and never finished the race, meanwhile, you and Max both finished on pole, you in P1 and himself in P2. It may only be the second race into the season but you and your Red Bull family always celebrated as if it was the last. Part of you happened to celebrate that little bit more knowing you wouldn’t be moaning Mick’s name that night but things didn’t stay plain sailing. 

You and the other drivers were in Australia, the Grand Prix taking place in a mere few minutes. Horner was giving you and Max a final small ted talk for the race ahead. After Mick’s dnf and yours and Max’s pole it set the pair of you off to a good start to the season, unlike a few seasons ago where you and Max failed to get on pole until a few races in. 

Whilst Christian spoke you felt eyes burning on your skin and as much as you tried to ignore the feeling of someone watching you couldn’t help but notice a bright red race suit looming just outside the garage. A quick glance over Christians' shoulder confirmed your thoughts, Mick was staring straight at you with the same expression he held during that night in the lift. When he felt you watching him for long enough he raised his hand and gave you a light wave. The fucked knew what he was doing. It was simple but effective, he wanted to get in your head, and distract you from winning with thoughts of himself.

“Ignore him.” Max had clearly caught on to your lingering eyes before anyone else could. 

“I’m trying.” Through gritted teeth, you spoke back. 

“Try harder.” Tough love was Max’s solution but it always proved worthy. “Don’t throw away your chance of a championship for a moment with Daddy's money.”

“Did you forget you also got here from Daddy's money?”

Max looked down at you, a smirk on his lips as he whispered back. “Bit different, my dad was shit at racing, his dad wasn’t… besides he was still richer than my dad.” 

“You two understand that?” Christian caught your attention, his eyes shifting between the two of you as he awaited a response. 

“Yes.” You both spoke in unison, sparing a glance at one another before shifting away to get into your cars. 

Despite Max’s words, your mind was swarmed with the thought of Mick. Even though you regretted the deal you’d agreed to you couldn’t help but remember those times you’d spent with Mick and how good it felt, the pair of you acted like a couple rather than two people who just slept together. Mick introduced you to his family, you spent time riding around his ranch with his sister and Mick even opened up to you about his dad to you. but happiness could never last. The day Mick broke everything off it left you heartbroken. But you weren’t the only one who felt like that. 

You were starting on pole, P2 to be exact. Mick was in front of you and Max was behind you. A good start was all that you needed, with that you’d be able to cut Mick off and with Red Bull’s tactics it would mean you would be able to keep a good distance between you both but Mick had other plans. After the deal was sealed he wanted nothing more than to win and watch the realisation on your face when you knew you’d be spending the night screaming his name like you used to. Even if he had to play dirty to get it, he would because he knew with his last name he could get away with it. 

The formation lap was completed and the familiar red car belonging to Mick was just inches before you. “And it’s lights out and away we go!” The lights changed and everyone set off. The perfect start you needed was the one you got. Before the first corner, the two of you were fighting for the spot of P1 and neither of you wanted to back down first. 

The first few laps were clean but it wasn’t going to stay that way. On the fifteenth lap; Mick edged forward slightly on the second turning but quickly turned on you ever so lightly, clipping your car just enough to send you off the track and into the wall. It wasn’t a heavy crash but it was enough to end your hopes of winning the Australian Grand Prix. 

“Fucks sake!” You screamed down the radio, slamming your hands on the wheel. 

“Are you okay?” The concerned voice of your engineer filled your ears. 

“I’m fine but the car isn’t.” He couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at your words before he continued the conversation. 

“We’re all glad you’re okay. The track is safe for you to leave the car-”

“What about Schumacher?” You spat. “The prick pushed me off the track on purpose!”

“Christian is filing a report now-” 

“How close is Max to him?”

“Few seconds behind-”

“Make sure he laps the twat.” You clambered out of the car, throwing your gloves down with a huff. You hated the idea of going back to the garages and having to talk to the media about what had happened. One thing Max taught you when you first joined was to be careful with the media. He’d landed himself in a fair few troubles in the past with the press and that’s something he never wanted you to fall into. 

After a quick examination at the media tent, you headed back to the Red Bull garage to watch the rest of the race. Max had finished in P2 and much to your disgust, Mick had finished in P1. Knowing what was to come you didn’t dare watch him celebrate on the podium, at that point you’d rather be hounded by the media. 

“Marina? I’m going for interviews.” You called to Red Bull’s head of media. She was always there to make sure you and Max didn’t let anything stupid slip or in Max’s case, not punch the reporter. 

“You really want to head off there now?” She asked, grabbing her kit as you watched. “We can always avoid them for a few more hours.” 

“I’d rather get this done with so I can just eat my weight away in hotel food.” You replied. “Besides I’d rather not see Mick in the media pen.” 

“Understandable.” She pulled you into a side hug and she gave you a warm smile before leaving the garages. 

Meanwhile, Mick was basking in the glory of winning his first race of the season, not to mention he would receive his end of the deal. As the German national anthem took over his hearing he couldn’t help but scan the crowd below him in an attempt to find you but to now avail he couldn’t see you. He wasn’t sure why but his heart sank slightly at the lack of your presence at the podium but he had no time to mourn with the sudden cold sensation of champagne hitting his skin. 

“y/n firstly we hope you’re okay after that minor crash.” The interviewer for Sky spoke. 

“Thank you, I can assure you I’ve been checked over and I’m fine.”

“That’s all that we can hope for in this sport. Can you talk us through what happened?” 

You had to word things wisely but your anger for Mick was bubbling inside you. “He didn’t leave the space needed, he cut me off and I went into the wall. I think he should’ve received a penalty for what he did. I was lucky the two of us weren’t going at a faster speed which could have left me in a dire state but it’s amazing what you can get away with when you have a last name like his.” 

“Do you think you were treated unfairly by the FIA?”

“I guess we’ll see by the next race, there’s always time for a penalty.” 

“You’re still leading the driver's Championship, is that weighing on your mind?”

“It’s easy to jump the boat when things start to go well but you have to stay humble and not allow yourself to get too cocky.” 

“That’s a very strong mindset.” 

“You learn a lot when you drive alongside a World Champion.” You flashed a smile. 

“Thank you very much y/n, we’re glad you’re okay.” 

“Thank you.” Giving her one last nod you backed away, turning to face Marina. “How was that?”

“I would have avoided blaming the FIA for everything or calling Mick out but other than that it went better than expected.” Her smile matched yours. “You can head off to the hotel now, I’ll tell Max you weren’t feeling too well and just wanted to sleep.” 

“Thank you, I owe you one Marina.” If there was one person Max would listen to it was you and Marina, if she told him you didn’t want to see him then he wouldn’t dare knock on your door. All he’d do is send a simple text checking up on you and then he’d leave you be unless you asked for him. 

You lay on your bed, your race suit hanging off your waist as you scrolled through social media, the only sound filling your ears came from the hotel television. Your parents and a few friends of yours had messaged you about the race, always making sure you were okay. 

One thing that you always envied about the other drivers was how often their families would come and watch their races. Sure you had a good relationship with your parents but they were a humble couple and despite your success, they refused to give up their jobs, they always told you it was your success so you deserved to keep it but the truth was you wouldn’t be here without them. That was something you wish you’d never lost when it came to Mick. His family became yours, his mother and sister would always cheer your name when you finished your races and now the pair would just smile and send you a small wave. Sometimes Gina or his Mum would approach you for a short conversation, not caring about the rivalry you and Mick clearly had. 

Huffing you threw your phone to the side, deciding it was time to change and shower but a harsh knock at your door caused your head to snap towards the sound of the noise. “Max I told you I’m fine!” You called out to the door, thinking the brunette was trying his luck after you told him to leave you be but the knock didn’t stop. “Max I told you -” Swinging the door open you weren’t met with the kind eyes of Max Verstappen but the lustful ones of Mick Schumacher. 

“Y/n -”

“You fucking cheated today Schumacher!” Raising your hands you shoved his chest, pushing him lightly. 

“Cheated?” Scoffing he acted like he hadn’t done a thing. “That’s called driving love -”

Your voice raised as you cut him off. “Driving? You can’t even do that right! Did you get Mummy and Daddy to pay off the FIA again?” 

Mick lunged forward pushing his way into your hotel room enough that he could slam the door shut behind him, locking the two of you in. “You’ve still got a loud mouth on you y/n -”

“Shut -” Mick grabbed your waist and shoved you against the wall, one hand coming up to behind your head so you didn’t hurt yourself. You noticed his actions, a small warm glimmer of affection sprouted in your stomach but your face pushed that feeling away, never wanting Mick to have his ego blown up even more. 

“You need to be quiet, you know what’ll happen if someone hears.” 

“Oh god forbid someone was to find out we were together.”

“It’s not me I’m worried about.” His eyes bore into yours as he spoke. “You and I both know the media latch onto you more than me.” He had a point. The media always treated female drivers differently than men, always putting them down or jumping to write the most appalling headlines about them. 

“Fair point but why would you care?”

“Oh come on now y/l/n do you really think I still don’t look out for you?”

“Is that why you caused me to crash today?”

“It’s everyone for themselves out on that track, just because we have teammates doesn’t mean we play as a team. We work as a team to get points but do you think I’d just let Leclerc win a race because I want to be nice? Come on… would you let Max win just because he’s your teammate? We both know he wouldn’t just let you win because you two drive for the same team.” 

“Then you clearly don’t know Max.”

“Oh yeah? Then tell me,” He dipped his head lower, both his hands on either side of the wall. “When did Max Verstappen let you win?” 

“Last season Silverstone, when I won it put me miles ahead of you. He knew how much I wanted to win so we played as a team, I did the same for him the season before, holding off Leclerc so he could win in France.” Mick looked taken back a little at your words. “Anything to add to that Schumacher?” 

“Nope.” He popped the ‘p’ as the words left his mouth. 

Changing the subject you eyed the blonde boy before you. “Why are you here?”

“You know why I’m here.” 

“Oh did the FIA finally ban you?” 

Mick rolled his eyes, leaning down further so his lips ghosted yours. “I came for my end of the deal…”

“And here's me thinking you wanted to apologise for what you did.” 

“I’ll make it up to you but I am sorry…” His lips moved to your neck, as a light kiss met your skin. Instintacvily you allowed your head to fall back which allowed Mick to get as close as he wished. “But I know you want it…” 

“You don’t know shit, Schumacher…”

“Yeah?” He raised his head from your neck before letting his forehead rest on yours. “You know you could push me away but you haven’t.” 

“I’m aware.” Your voice came out as a whisper as Mick lowered his lips down to yours but he didn’t connect his lips with yours. 

“God I’ve missed you…” His lips ghosted yours as he whispered back. 

“You cut what we had off…” 

“Like I said… I have my regrets… now stop talking.”

“You can’t tell me what to -” Mick finally put his lips onto yours, kissing you for the first time in over a year. Everything felt like it did when the two of you last shared a moment together, it was almost like the two of you had never been apart. Mick’s hands trailed down to the back of your thighs as he continued to deepen the kiss. His hands gripped your skin, tugging your body closer to him. 

“Jump.” He instructed. Wrapping your arms around his neck you allowed him to lift your legs as you jumped and latched your legs around him. Mick pulled away from the wall and lightly stepped towards the bed, his lips never leaving yours as he did so. 

Every bone in your body told you this was a bad idea and that you should have never agreed to Mick’s deal. It was a stupid thing to do but in the moment you just wanted to enjoy your victory, never thinking of the consequences of your actions. But it was just a shitty deal that would last until the end of the season, right? You and Max would win far more races than Mick ever would… wouldn’t you?

Placing you on the bed Mick knelt between your legs, a smirk on his lips as he watched your flushed face connect the dots as to what the two of you were doing. “You look surprised -”

“Suprised I haven’t called Max -”

“I didn’t know you were into that.” He arched his brow before speaking. “But I’d prefer you to myself -”

“Shame Gasly fucks me better.”

“Does he now?” Mick’s hand slithered down your thermals, pushing the bottom half of your race suit down. You tried to shut your legs to stop his actions but Mick was already one step ahead. He pushed your legs apart with his knee before leaning down so his lips met yours. “You’re a bad liar y/n… I know he’s never fucked you… you wouldn’t stoop as low as him.”

“Stooped low and went for you didn’t I?”

“You’re such a brat.” Mick pulled your race suit clean off, leaving you in your fireproof thermals. His lips attached themself to your neck, tugging at the skin which made you let out a soft suppressed moan. One hand propped him up whilst the other moved under your shirt and past your bra. Mick pushed the fabric of your sports bra up towards your chest before dragging himself away from your neck and pulling your fireproofs and bra off. “God I’ve missed this…” Mick latched his lips onto your skin like it was the last thing he’d ever do. 

“Mick…” Your voice was low as his name fell from your mouth. 

“Louder…” He demanded as his mouth found your right nipple whilst his hand moved to your left boob, tugging and playing with the bud between his fingers. 

“You haven’t given me anything to be louder about.” You knew your words would anger him and you knew they’d have consequences but after all this time deep down you wanted to know if he’d still react the way he used to, needless to say, you were about to find out. 

Mick’s head snapped up from your chest, his eyes darkening at your suggestive words. “You never learn do you?” He knelt in between your legs, his hands now lingering at your waist as he slowly took a grip on the last of your fireproofs. “You never could keep your mouth shut.” As he spoke he pulled them down your legs and threw them onto your hotel floor, leaving you in just your bra and underwear. “And your words always had consequences, didn’t they?” As he finished talking Mick leaned down so his face was just inches away from yours. You could feel his breath against your face as you waited for him to lant his lips onto yours but he never did. He flipped the two of you around, his hands gripping your waist as you straddled him whilst your hands pressed into his shoulders to steady yourself. 

Mick pressed his clothed hips into your bare ones. You could feel his hard-on through his joggers as he slowly started to move his hand to your clit. Mick took his thumb and slowly started to tease you whilst his other hand gripped onto your hips, pulling you down onto his dick whilst he thrust up. 

“You want something to be loud about?” He added pressure to your clit, his eyes lighting up at the way pleasure slowly started to take over your body. You hated the way you fell back into Mick’s hands so easily. Every inch of you begged you not to let it get this far but he felt so good, if there was one thing you knew you and Mick could both agree on was that he knew your body better than anyone and no matter how many years passed, he always knew what he was doing. 

Your body reacted to his actions, slowly grinding on him as he continued to toy with your clit. Rubbing circles on your skin he started to speed up and added more pressure as he watched you quicken your pace on his dick. Light moans filled his ears as you felt the slow rise in the pit of your stomach as your orgasm approached. Mick knew you were close so he sped up his actions, keeping up a steady pace. 

“Mick… I’m gonna cum -” Just as you spoke those words Mick took his hand away from your clit, a sly smirk on his lips as the realisation on your face grew. “Why did you stop?”

“Make yourself cum.”

“What?”

“Make yourself cum.” He repeated. “You wanted something to be loud about so I’m giving you something, the last time you got yourself off on my thigh your moans filled the hotel room.”

“And?”

“And you were loud and since you want to be loud now then go ahead.” 

Your gaze narrowed at his words. “And who says I want to get off?” 

Mick grabbed your hips before grinding them into his. A surprised moan filled the room as you gripped his chest. “Don’t lie to me y/n we both know all you want to do right now is to cum over my thigh.” Mick unfortunately had a point. The last time you rode his thigh you came hard, leaving a stain on his jeans and now you wanted to do the same with his joggers. 

Sleeping with him once more wouldn’t hurt… would it?

Shifting in his lap you straddled his thigh, your hands still gripping his chest as you lower yourself down before slowly pressing your clit to his joggers. Your light actions teased him more than he wanted to let on. His hands ran up your skin before pushing your hair behind your ear. Mick’s eyes bored into yours as he raised his thigh to your core, his hand once pushing your hair behind your ear now cupping your jaw. Mick pulled your lips onto his as you began to move on his thigh. 

Moaning into his mouth your pace began to quicken as Mick deepened the kiss. His free hand would occasionally slap your ass which only made grind against his thigh harder. Tugging at your bottom lip the blonde pulled away for a second, looking down at the thigh you were currently riding. 

“Look at the mess you’ve made.” His hand now ran down to your boobs, pinching your nipple before he spoke again. “Such a good girl for me.”

“Please Mick…”

“Please what?” He acted oblivious to your begging. “Use your words…”

“Please can I cum?” 

A low laugh came from his lips. “After all this time you still ask me for permission… always so good for me.” He planted a light kiss on your lips. “You can cum.” 

A breath of relief filled the air before your moans started to take over. You started to speed up, your nails leaving light marks through Mick’s shirt as your high started to wash over you. Your head fell into the crook of his neck, moaning as you finished on his thigh. 

“Good girl…” He praised you as you came. He guided your head away from his neck, watching as you came down from your high. “Think you can handle one more?” His eyes searched yours. 

“Yes.” 

Mick kissed you again, slowly flipping the two of you before he started to discard his clothes. “You know I want nothing more than to feel your mouth around me,” You watched as his cock hit his stomach and as his words continued. “But that can wait till next time -”

“Bold of you to assume there’ll be a next time.”

“You think I won’t win more races?” He lined himself up with your entrance as he spoke, his dick teasing you with every second that passed. “We both know you’ll have another DNF this season.” 

“Is that you trying to say you’re going to cheat me out of another win?” 

Mick didn’t reply with words, only actions. He slammed himself into you, and he let out a low groan at the feeling of you wrapped around him. “Guess we’ll have to find out.” He finally replied before pulling out and slamming himself back into you. 

He kept a steady pace, one hand cupping your jaw as the other one played with your clit. His thumb swiped across your bottom lip before he parted your lips with it. You took the hit and took his thumb into your mouth, your gaze never breaking his as you did so. Mick moaned before slamming into you harder. “If you aren’t careful I’ll pull out and fuck your mouth.” 

“You wouldn’t.” 

“I’ll fuck your mouth next time, at least then you’ll keep quiet.” 

You went to retaliate to his words but Mick’s thumb started to speed up on your clit. The sensation of his hips slamming into yours and the pressure on your clit only made you moan louder. You tried to suppress your moans, knowing Max and a few other staff members had rooms nearby but Mick’s actions made it hard. 

“Fuck…” You moaned as the familiar sensation in your stomach started to grow. “Mick -”

“Don’t cum until I say.” Mick could feel you getting close but he wanted to cum with you. 

“Please…” Your head fell back against the pillows but Mick moved his hand behind your head, taking a fistful of your hair and forcing you to look at him. 

“Don’t you dare look away.” His thrusts started to slow as he felt himself growing close. “I want you to look at me when you cum, understand?” 

“Yes…” You hated how submissive you turned when he spoke to you but who wouldn’t crumble under Mick Schumacher? ‘

“That’s my girl.” His head fell back with a moan as he moved your leg to hook around his waist, giving him a new angle as he fucked you harder. “Cum with me.” 

Mick let his head fall forward, his face inches from yours as the two of you met one another gaze as you both reached your high. Mick came inside you, his body falling on top of yours as he felt you pulse around him. The room filled with your heavy breaths, the two of you coming down from something you thought would never happen. 

Eventually Mick propped himself up, and a thin layer of sweat glistened across his forehead as his eyes met yours again. Without a word being shared, he took your lips into his, unlike the start of your night together this kiss was slow and loving. He longed the kiss out for as long as he could before pulling away for air. 

You expected Mick to grab his clothes and leave, he’d gotten his end of the deal but his actions were the opposite of your thoughts. Mick walked towards your bathroom and grabbed a damp cloth before walking back over to you. Gently pulling your legs apart he cleaned the mess he’d made. “Sit up.” His words weren’t demanding but instead guiding. Discarding the cloth he grabbed his shirt and slowly put it over your body. He planted a kiss on your forehead, a small smile on his lips before he moved over to grab fresh underwear for you. “Can I?” He asked as he sat between your legs, waiting for your reply. 

“Yes.” You whispered to him. Mick treated you as if you were made of glass, taking care of every single inch of you as he helped you get dressed. When he knew you were comfortable he dressed himself in just his boxers and climbed back into bed with you. 

“Are you okay?” His voice was sweet as he spoke. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest. 

“I’m fine, are you?”

“Course I am. Just needed to make sure I didn’t go too hard.”

“I thought you were rather weak Schumacher.”

“Oh yeah?” He looked down at you. “I always told you that mouth of yours would get you in trouble.”

“It’s kept me out of it.”

“Just wait till I get you to myself again.”

But it was just a one-time thing… but would it be so bad if you fell into his arms again?

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Rivals with Benefits - Mick Schumacher x reader - Part 3

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Mick Schumacher x female!reader

Summary: Mick and you were both set to drive for Ferarri. You were two best friends climbing through the ranks together (and through the sheets) but things turn sour. You join Red Bull and Mick is never the same. 

Warnings: Angst, smut-ish? Swearing

Word Count: 4.2K

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The following day you expected Mick to be gone and the only thing left of the night before would be memories but to your surprise, Mick was right beside you. His arms were wrapped around your torso as he held you against his chest. As much as you hated him, the sight of the blonde wrapped up in your sheets made your heart warm. Seeing him like this made you think back to what you had with him but that was the past and you couldn’t go back to what you were. 

“You know staring is rude,” Schumacher whispered out, groaning as he stretched slightly. 

“So is pushing me off the track and ruining my race, serval times in fact.” 

“Always latching onto the past y/n.” He leaned down and planted a kiss on your forehead, his thumb swiping across your cheek as he looked at you with pure love in his eyes. Your eyes searched his, wanting to know the truth between you both. How could he end everything with you but look at you like the pair of you were sharing your first night as a married couple together? 

“The past can be just as relevant as the present.” You hit back at his words, a smile on your lips at the encounter. 

“You always have a response, don’t you love?” 

“You should know me by now Schumacher.” You propped yourself up, getting a better look at his sleepy state. “How come you’re still here?”

“Did you want me to leave?”

“No, I’m just curious as to why you wouldn’t leave.”

“This isn’t a one night stand, is it?”

“Won’t happen again -”

“So you’re saying I’m never going to win another race this season?”

“That’s always a possibility with your shitbox of a car.”

“So shit I won last season.”

“You cheated, that had nothing to do with the car.” Mick narrowed his eyes at you, his lips curling into a smirk as he slowly shifted in bed, manoeuvring himself so he was now hovering above you and you were laying flat on your back. 

“You don’t know when to let things go, do you?” His lips dove down to your neck, ghosting along your skin. “Unless you’re with me, then you do…” He started to kiss down your neck, his hands moving to your hips as his body started to grind against yours. 

This wasn’t part of the deal. It was a fuck and then he’d leave. It was never supposed to lead to round two in the morning but it felt so good. When the two of you were at Haas it felt like a relationship, you two would hang out outside of work, you’d met his family and he’d kissed you in public before. That was the day the Formula 1 side of the internet broke. A photo of you both outside a club circled around but Mick just stated that he was whispering in your ear, the picture was so blurry he almost got away with it, almost. 

“You’re so pretty…” His lips continued his journey down your body, the only sound was your light moans until someone knocked on your door. The sudden noise made Mick jump from your body, his head snapped towards the door as another knock came. 

“y/n!” Verstappens voice made Mick’s eyes widen. He looked at you with a slight glimpse of fear in his eyes. It was unusual to see him like this, the only time you’d ever seen fear in his eyes was the day you’d crashed at Silverstone but that was in the past, it was the race you never wanted to relive in fact the only time you ever let your mind travelled back to that moment was with Max. “y/n are you even awake?” 

“Give me a second!” You screamed back at your teammate. Your eyes fell towards Mick. “Get in the bath, lay down and pull the shower curtain so he doesn’t see you.” Shoving Mick off you lept up and threw on some shorts before taking a quick glance at yourself in the mirror, hoping Mick hadn’t left a reminder of the night before on your skin. Your eyes darted to the Mick who’d quickly followed your instructions before you opened the door. 

“Christ, have you only just gotten up?” Max took in your appearance before walking into your hotel room. 

“I had a late night.” You technically didn’t lie. “How come you’re here?”

“Wanted to check up on you, after yesterday. Heard the media weren’t too kind either.” 

“You know they’ll always favour Ferarri, they hate us.” 

“They only hate us since we've started winning and I don’t think anyone intends that to change.” 

“Well, I hope not Verstappen.” You gave him a smile. You always valued the bond you had with Max, the man would also always be by your side even when things were bad for him. He looked out for you on and off the track, you could never forget how he pushed Charles off the track when he accidentally clipped your car on the first turn of the France Grand Prix. Charles wouldn’t stop apologising to you after the race, more than likely out of fear that Max would hunt him down. “What else did you want?”

“Am I not allowed to just check up on you?” 

“Normally you spend the day with your family after the race.”

“Oh I plan on it, I’m meeting my Mum and sister for dinner tonight.” 

“Send them my love.” 

“You can join, my mum would love to see you again. She hasn’t seen you in a while.” 

“I’m fine Max -” 

“Come on y/n.” His eyes silently pleaded with you. “You hardly ever see your own family and my mum see’s you as one of her own so…” He let his words hang in the air as he awaited your answer. 

“What time?” Max’s eyes lit up at your words. 

“I’ll pick you up at six, we’re going to a small restaurant along the beach, should be quiet so you won’t have to worry about the media hounding us both.”

“Thank you, Max.” 

“You never have to thank me y/l/n.” His eyes scanned the room, it was almost as if he was looking for something… or someone. “But how are you? Really? After Mick winning -”

“It’s one race, Max, he won’t win like that again.” 

“I know he won’t.” Max huffed as he spoke about Mick. “Christian is trying to appeal still but he can’t promise that Mick will get any come up.” 

“You don’t need to worry about him, Max. The plan is to win it this season and either you or I will.” 

“That’s the mindset you need.” He smirked, his head falling towards the bathroom. “You mind if I use the bathroom?”

“No, it’s fine.” You didn’t sound certain in your response but it didn’t matter, Max was already heading to the same place where your rival was currently hiding after the pair of you slept together. You knew Mick wouldn’t give up where he was, not only for you but because he knew Max wouldn’t let him live another day. Whether he ended his career on the track or off it, he knew he wouldn’t live to see the sunrise tomorrow. 

Your heart was in your throat as you heard Max finishing up, your hands silently shaking as you waited for your teammate to leave your bathroom and your room. Shoving Max out of your room was evidently new to him but he put it all down to the race yesterday. He knew you’d be upset hence why he invited you to dinner with his mum and sister. When things fell apart he had his family and you but when you needed someone you only had him and the team. He knew much like you did that your parents adored you and no bond was broken with them but they were never involved in Formula 1, that was your life, not theirs. 

He opened the bathroom door, his eyes lighting up as he saw you smile at him. “You spoken to your family?” 

“Not yet.” Max frowned at your response. “Maybe fly them out, maybe it’ll be helpful if they attend Silverstone?” 

“Absoueltly not.” You cut him off. 

“Then invite them to Monaco.”

“Too high end for them.” 

“Then find a race they’ll like and invite them.” 

“I’ll think about it.” 

“How about this,” A smirk grew on his lips. “Whatever race you’re close enough to win the championship with, you invite them to that one.” 

You lingered on it for a second but you knew he wouldn’t leave without a yes and you really needed to get Mick out of the bath. “Yes fine, it’s a deal.” 

“Atta girl.” He pulled you into a quick hug before walking towards the door. “Don’t forget, six! I’ll meet you outside the hotel.” 

“I’ll see you then Max.” 

“And don’t worry about Mick, we’ll get rid of him.” 

“I believe you Verstappen.” You two shared a grin as he closed your door, leaving you alone… so he thought. 

“You know,” You heard Mick’s voice growing louder as he clambered out of the bath. “If you always need to talk about family then you can always talk to me.” He now came into view, a cocky expression on his face, ironic considering he was terrified of Max no more than a few mere minutes ago. 

“And why would I talk to you?”

“Because you know you can trust me.” 

“Can I?”

“Did I ever tell the press what we were after that photo came out? Have I ever told anyone what we were? No.” He took a breath. “Just because we broke off what we had -”

“No Mick you broke off what we had.” You kept your voice steady as you spoke. “I never wanted what we had to end, Mick.” It hurt to say those words out loud. You’d always known in your heart you’d never wanted it to end but you’d only ever said those words to Mick out of anger rather than sadness. 

“Neither did I y/n, you think it was easy to break off what we had?” He retaliated, gathering his clothes as he did so. “Do you not think I lay there every single night and not regret what I did?”

“Then why did you call it off Mick?” You stepped towards him. “If you really hate missing what we had then why haven’t you talked to me about it?”

“Because it’s not that easy.” He stepped closer towards you, now fully stressed but without his shirt, you still had that draped over your body. “I have a reputation to uphold, you don’t know what it’s like to have a famous dad -” 

“At least your family care about your job.” You replied. 

“It’s not my fault that your family couldn’t care less about you!” His heart dropped at his own words at the realisation of what he’d just spoken. He’d never meant it but when he was annoyed he always had a habit of letting words he never meant slip out. “Wait y/n I didn’t mean that I just meant -”

“Get out Mick.” 

“No y/n please I’m sorry I meant they didn’t care about the sport, I never meant it to come off like that -”

“You know what Mick I don’t care how you wanted that to come across. You will never understand what it’s like to beg your family to come to your races but they are too proud to want to look like they’re leaching off their daughter. They watch all of my races, they worked hard to get me here Mick and you won’t know what it’s like because everything was handed to you because of your stupid last name!” 

You had a point, most of the drivers on the grid were only here because of their parent's money. Sure some were richer than others but some like you and Lewis had no last name or riches to hold onto. Despite a lot of their names or riches carrying them through the sports, a few of them did have the talent that was needed to survive in this sport, Max being a key example. 

His expression drastically changed and now he looked pissed as he replied. “Do you know how easy you have it? Never having to live up to any expectations because of your parents. You could be the shittest driver on the grid and you wouldn’t get nearly as much abuse as I would all because your dad isn’t one of the greatest drivers in the world!” Mick took a short breath before he spoke again. “And do you know what it’s like to be constantly hounded by the press about your dad’s state? I’d rather my dad chose not to come rather than know he’ll never be able to.”

“Get out Mick -”

“Why? Because you know I’m right?” He challenged. 

“No because if I say what I want the two of us will rip one another's heads off and someone in this building will hear and the last thing you’ll want is for Max to hear.” 

Mick wanted to continue this fight but he knew you were right. If Max or even someone like Pierre was to hear they’d smash the door open and beat Mick up there and then. His eyes met the floor as he took a step back and headed to the door. “Enjoy your dinner tonight.” His tone was flat as he entered the hallway. 

Before he could even take a step he felt someone’s gaze lingering on his, Turning his head to the side he met the confused eyes of Lando Norris who was evidently confused at why Mick was leaving your room without a shirt the day after the race. 

“I won’t tell anyone if you won’t.” Lando held up his hands in defence as Mick watched a girl stumbling out of his room behind him, carrying last night’s heels in her hand. 

“Deal,” Mick replied before turning on his heels and heading back to his own room. 

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Your hair bounced softly as you walked down the halls of your hotel towards the car park where Max was leaning against the hood of his car waiting for you. His face lit up with a smile as he stretched his arms open to hug you. “You look beautiful.” He commented before opening the passenger door for you. 

“Thank you Verstappen, you don’t look bad yourself.” You smirked as he closed the door and jogged around to open his door. 

“Well believe it or not I don’t always live in my racing suit.” He mirrored your smirk before slowly driving out of the car park. “My sister and Mum are already there, Victoria can’t wait to see you again.” His smirk turned to a smile. “How are you after yesterday.. I know I’ve already asked but I just want to check in you know?” He quickly changed the subject. 

“I’m fine, Mick is a prick and soon enough he’ll get his karma, he always does.” You thought back to a few races last season when he attempted to force you off the track and it backfired on him massively, then again he did walk away the winner in the end… by cheating. “It won’t happen again.” Your eyes met his for a quick glance. “Do you think his Dad will ever get to watch him race?” 

“Why do you ask that?”

“Just curious what you think.” You turned your attention to him. “Is it a crime to ask my teammate for his opinion?”

“I’d like to hope you saw me as a friend and a teammate -”

“You know I do.” 

“I’d be pissed if you didn’t but in regards to Mick, I don’t know. Micheal’s accident wasn’t exactly a clean one. Has Mick said something to you about his Dad?” 

“No.” You lied. “I was just thinking if maybe I should be mre grateful for my family -”

“You are grateful for them and they know that, he has said something, hasn’t he?” 

“No Max he hasn’t, I just thought maybe I should invite and press them to come a bit more. Mick’s Dad can’t come to races but my Dad can. He might not like to but he always has the option.” 

“I think it’ll do you good to see them at a race track because at times it honestly looks like Christian is planning on adopting you.” He broke out a small smile at his own works, one which you mirrored as you replied. 

“I could say the same to you.” 

“Well maybe the both of us could do with a supportive father-like figure at the races.” His smile dropped slightly at the thought of his Dad but he never let him get to him well… he never liked to show how Jos could get to him. 

The pair of you made small talk for the rest of the journey before pulling into the restaurant car park. Much like when you’d met him, he quickly ran round the car to open your door. He might’ve lived with his Dad for most of his life but his Mum had clearly raised him to be a gentleman. Thanking him for his actions the two of you headed inside. 

“You look gorgeous!” Victoria caught sight of you and Max. She rose in her seat and pulled you in for a hug before she stepped back to admire your outfit. 

“Thank you, Vic, it’s so nice to see you again.” You greeted his mother too, just as if she was your own. The Verstappen’s became your second family through your Formula 1 career. With your parents not attending as many races as other families they stepped in and made you feel like your family was always in the garages cheering you along at every turn.

“You two are dominating the track as usual.” Max’s mum smiled at the two of you. “Think maybe you’ll get your first Championship this year y/n?”

“She better,” Max spoke before you could answer. 

“Well that is the plan, I’m at the top for now but that can slip away fast.” 

“But you won’t let it, Horner won’t let that happen.” 

You turned to meet Max’s gaze. “Maybe if you go easy on me I might be able to win it.” 

“Well, that won’t happen.” He smiled at you. Just as you were about to speak another female vice caught everyone’s attention. 

“y/n? Is that you?” The voice belonged to none other than Gina Schumacher. Stood beside her was her mum and Mick who was giving you the widest smirk on the planet. “I haven’t seen you in ages!” Gina was at most races but that never meant you acknowledged her or any of Mick’s family for that matter. The blonde weaved her way towards you before she pulled you in for a hug, one which you weren’t anticipating for. 

They’d clearly known you and Mick were no longer as close as you both used to be. The press continued to report on it, fans wouldn’t stop talking about it and you would hardly utter a word to the Schumachers anymore. But did they know the truth behind what happened between you and Mick? By Gina and her mother’s reactions, it seemed they did not. 

Max’s family had always been close to Mick’s. He and Mick would often be seen talking and spending time with one another outside the track but ever since he met you that changed. Max learned the truth about what happened between you Mick and witnessed his cheating moves on the track and that bond he once had soon died. Sure he’d still see Mick outside of work when he and Mick’s Mum would meet up but he always kept it civil which came naturally but right now Max had to force himself to be civil towards his old friend.  

“What a coincidence that you’re here too!” Gina smiled.

“It’s nice to see you Gina and you too Corinna.” A sheepish smile spread across your lips, you didn’t dare meet the eyes of Mick. 

Corinna smiled at you before she spoke. “Have the four of you just gotten here?” 

“Yes,” Victoria spoke before anyone else could. “Have you?” 

“We have.” Mick finally spoke. “Why don’t we all just join one another? Would be a shame to waste this opportunity now we’re all together?” He grabbed a waiter's attention and asked if you could all be moved to a larger table.  Max wanted to protest against the whole idea and so did you but you both knew his Mum would skin you both alive for causing a scene. You prayed they wouldn’t have one free but God clearly didn’t wish for your prayers to be answered today.

The four of you left your table and followed the Schumachers to a table situated in the corner of the restaurant, at least you’d be out of the way if the press somehow walked in. You attempted to sit down but Mick reached your seat before you did. His eyes never left yours as he pulled the chair out, gesturing you to sit down, such a sweet action compared to those of last night. 

“Thank you.” You muttered to him as you slowly sat down. Mick took a seat beside you, his hand brushing your leg as he pulled himself closer to the table. Max kept a close eye from across the table at Mick. His gaze narrowed every single time Mick’s eyes even dared to look at you but that didn’t last long as his Mum caught on rather quickly which allowed Mick to get away with a lot. 

At first, the dinner was going fine, everyone was just catching up with one another. Both Gina and Corinna continued to speak to you as if nothing had ever happened between you and Mick which put you at ease, the last thing you needed was to be hounded with questions as to why the two of you were no longer close. 

When your drinks were set out before you Mick let one hand fall under the tablecloth his left hand made its way to your leg. Without breaking the conversation he was currently in he allowed his hand to push up your dress so he could lay in hand on your bare skin. His thumb rubbed your skin as if it was a living act between two people but you knew he was only doing it to make you snap. 

“Stop.” You whispered under your breath as you took a sip of your drink. 

“Stop what?” He muttered back, his tone an amusing one. 

“Touching my leg!” 

“You weren’t complaining last night when my hand did this.” He let his hand glide further up your leg until it reached your upper thigh. Squeezing your legs shut you shifted in your seat slightly which caught Max’s attention. 

“You okay?” He mouthed across the table so he didn’t grab anyone else’s gaze. You nodded before you tried focusing back on the conversation around the table but Mick made it harder than it should’ve been. 

“You look stunning in that dress.” He whispered, his thumb moving back and forth on your inner thigh. “But not as good as you looked in my shirt this morning,” He took a sip of his drink. “You can keep it by the way -”

“You’ll have it back before you fly tomorrow.” You muttered. 

“I don’t want it, it looks better on you.” 

“Well, I don’t want it either.” You snapped at him and attempted to pull your legs away from him but this time Mick was prepared. With just his left hand he pried your legs further apart so his hand could now reach your underwear. He lightly pressed on your clothed clit with his fingers, a cocky smile on his lips as he watched you attempt to hide your reaction to the sudden action. 

“Not sure if I can wait till I win again to hear your beautiful moans and feel your body under mine-”

“Well, that’s a shame.” You tried to shrug him off but he wasn’t going away that easily. 

“I know you want more.”

He technically wasn’t wrong. Part of you hated that Max had interrupted the two of you this morning. Last night did feel good and you wanted it to happen again, much to your own dismay. You knew you shouldn’t. You’d finally gotten over what had happened between you and Mick, you still hated what had happened but the feelings you once thought you’d had for the blonde had washed away and the thought of sleeping with him time and time again just made you worry those feelings would creep back into your heart. 

He was going to be the death of you. 

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Pushover - Joao Felix x reader

Joao Felix x female!reader

Summary: The anger started when Joao overheard you and Mason discussing his relationship. The brunette tells you he hates you with every fibre of his being but a run-in with your ex during a match suggests something else. After another argument, he corners you in the bathrooms at the end-of-season awards to show you his true feelings.

Warnings: Cheating (ish), smut, unprotected (please wrap before you tap it), angst, swearing

Word Count: 5.3K

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To put it plainly, Joao Felix was a pushover and it wasn’t just you who saw it, the whole Chelsea team did. Everyone had heard the rumours about him and his girlfriend, she’d cheated on him multiple times and yet he still forgave her, again and again… and again. He wasn’t exactly hard to look at either so you really couldn’t work out why he didn’t just dump her, anyone who was cheated on deserved better, especially Joao. 

Working for Chelsea’s media team meant you saw hundreds of women come and go when it came to the lads, some you missed and others you didn’t. But even if you liked the girls or you didn’t, you always supported the boys. After all, they were like family to you, a dysfunctional one sure, but a family.  

“I still can’t see why he’s with her…” Mason flashed Joao girlfriends Instagram your way. The pair of you sat at lunch together, he was busy stalking whereas you were attempting to meet a deadline. Glancing over you caught sight of his phone screen. 

“I would say money but he’s fine in that department.” You replied, not caring about those around you who might pry an ear into your words. “Maybe he’s lonely.” Your eyes never left your laptop as you continued to work. 

“Considering he spends most of his time with us I think he’s fine there.” Mason spared you a glance. 

“Any of you ever spoken to him about it?” You asked, your eyes now looking at his phone. “Maybe that’ll sway his mind.” 

“Maybe you could talk to him.” 

“Why would I do that?” 

“Maybe he needs a new woman to catch his eye.” Your eyes met Mason’s as he sent you a suggestive glance. 

“I’d rather not.” Your eyes darted back to your laptop screen. 

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t date pushovers.” As you finished speaking a sudden slam on the table caught your and his attention. Joao was standing before you his face smoothed with rage as he slumped down into the chair opposite you. His eyes burned holes into your skin as he spoke. 

“What are you working on?” He asked as if he hadn’t heard your entire conversation with Mason. 

“Just a graphic for the game against Liverpool in a few days…” Your eyes were glued to his, you wanted to rip them away from his gaze but you were stuck like a deer in headlights. 

“Hmm… are you planning to meet your ex after the game?” You nearly choked on his words. 

You’d had what those would describe as a summer fling when he was at the England camp and you’d been asked to cover some work due to having minimal at Chelsea because of the summer break. It wasn’t a relationship, you wouldn’t even consider him an ex-boyfriend more just someone you used to sleep with. Only a few of the lads knew about it, Mason and Ben being the main two you’d told after you and Trent decided a relationship wasn’t in the cards for you. 

Your glared at Mason who was now trying to hide himself behind his phone screen. “Did you tell him?” 

“It may have slipped out… but it wasn’t just me! Ben was speaking about it too!”

You pulled your eyes away from Mason to focus back on Joao. “He isn’t my ex and my love life doesn’t concern you-”

“But mine concerns you.” He had a point. Could you really tell him he had no right to question you when you and Mason were spending your lunch discussing his love life? 

“If anything we’re looking out for you.”

“By implying that I’m a pushover?” 

“Her words, not mine!” Mason raised his hands in defence. 

“Well, you do keep going back to someone whose favourite hobby is to publicly cheat on you.” You stepped in. 

“At least someone wants me enough to be in a relationship, Trent clearly didn’t want you around.” 

“Your girlfriend cheats on you if that’s what ‘wanted’ means I’d rather be alone.” 

“She does have a point.” Mason looked between the two of you. “Look mate we just want the best for you -”

“You might be she doesn’t!” Joao looked at Mason as he spoke. “Ever since I joined she’s had it out for me!”

“That isn’t true!” You defended yourself, your tone turning sour. 

“My first game and you couldn’t stop talking shit about me!”

“You got sent off in your first match meaning you couldn’t play for weeks! This season has been shit for Chelsea and the man they thought would be their knight in shining armour embarrassed them all!” 

“We all make mistakes y/n, clearly you made one with Trent. Maybe if he wanted you, you wouldn’t be moping around with an ‘embarrassing team’.” He smirked at his words, something you couldn’t believe he even had the balls to do after looking at the state of his situation. Before you could even reply Joao grabbed the last of his lunch and stormed out of the lunch hall. 

“Well…” Mason watched as Joao left. “That went well.” 

“Why did you tell him about me and Trent?” Your brow arched as you spoke to the brunette. 

“Look I’m sorry y/n, it just came out during training. You know I like to give Trent a hard time when we play after what happened between the two of you, I know you liked him too.” Mason gave you a sympathetic look as you tore your gaze away from him. 

Mason had a point, part of you did wish it had worked out with Trent. Over the summer you’d spent every single day with one another and he treated you like you were his girlfriend. He showed you off to the guys and you’d even met his family but only days after the two of you had left the England summer camp he was pictured with another girl outside a club. Any hope you had of the two of you ever picking things back up was shattered the second you saw that photo. Mason and Ben were the only two who knew your feelings towards him but little did you know the two of them had let your true feelings slip to Joao. 

—

You found yourself nearly missing the team bus to Liverpool. You clambered on just in time only to find that the only free seat was next to Joao. Everyone’s eyes drifted to you as you awkwardly wished a seat would randomly become free but your prayers were left unanswered. 

“Do you want the window seat or the aisle seat?” The brunette spoke up, slicing through the tension. 

“I- I don’t mind-” The last thing you wanted to do was to capture more attention on yourself. 

“You can have the window.” Grabbing his phone and bag he stood up, towering over you as he let you slide in next to him. You didn’t need to meet his eyes to know he was staring as you slotted yourself into the window seat. You cleared your throat as you pulled out your laptop and started to work on something to distract yourself from the situation before you.

“What are you working on?” His question caught you off guard, after what happened a few days ago you never expected him to attempt to start a conversation with you. 

“Just some plain graphics for the game.” You turned your laptop screen to him. Joao moved his head to get a better look at your work. “I leave the background blank as the photographers send us pictures throughout the game that we can put there and the numbers where the score would be are always left blank as we obviously don’t know what the score will be.” You looked over at him, your heart jumping as you realised he was already looking at you. 

“Is that what you mainly do? Graphics?” 

“Partly, I’ve filmed videos for the social media accounts, interviewed, edited, written captions, tweets, and even detailed a few apologies for some of the lads before. It’s basically a bit of everything.” You gave him a light smile. 

“How long have you been working here?”

“Started stewarding when I was eighteen and then when I was twenty I finally got a chance to work full time with the media department so a few years now.” You were beyond confused as to why he was suddenly so curious about you. “Why do you ask?” 

He shrugged his shoulders. “Just thought if I have to be stuck with you for hours on end that I might as well start a conversation rather than give you the cold shoulder for the journey.” 

“I thought you hated me?”

“I could say the same about you.” He glanced over at you before pulling out his AirPods. “Convinced you wanted me to fail-”

“I wouldn’t say fail… more hated the way you dealt with things.” 

“Well, I hated the way you spoke about me.”

“That’s fair…” You looked up at him to be met with his smirking grin. 

“Want one?” Offering you one of his AirPods with his cocky grin you took one and thanked him. He started playing music as he watched you work. The coach was quiet the most you could hear was the occasional chat from the lads and the typing of a few colleague's laptops. “Do you ever stop?” Joao asked out of the blue?” 

“It’s hard to.” You spared a glance at him. “We don’t just post things we also have to monitor comments, unfortunately, a lot of football fans believe they have the right to abuse players and discriminate against other fans that aren’t like them. Not all fans are like that though, most of them really do care about you guys.”

“You can tell.” He smiled. “I’ve never heard so many chants about different players.”

“If you like it now then imagine what it’ll be like if you guys start winning.” You smirked at him which earnt you a laugh from him. Attempting to hide a yawn you finished your work before putting it back in your bag. 

“Is that why you were late?” 

“Hmm?” 

“Did you oversleep?”

“That amongst other things.”

“Like?” 

You knew he wanted to keep the conversation going so the pair of you didn’t descend into madness during the long journey. “My cat-”

“How can a cat make you late?” He shifted in his seat so he faced you, clearly intrigued by your story. 

“Well the last thing I do before I leave is feed my cat -”

“What’s your cat called?” He asked. 

“Frank.”

“After Lampard?” His face swelled with amusement. 

“When I moved out my best friend got sick of me complaining about how much I missed my cats that lived with my parents so she decided to get me Frank and because I work for Chelsea she named him after Lampard, fitting now he’s taken over as a caretaker manager.” 

“And how did he make you late?” His smile grew. 

“As I said, the last thing I do before leaving is feed him. I was in my uniform and I was putting his food into his bowl when he jumped up and the food went all over me and well… I’m not exactly coming in smelling like tuna.” Joao couldn’t help but laugh at your words, catching the attention of Mason who was attempting to hear what the two of you were discussing. 

“Well,” He shifted in his seat again before patting his shoulder. “My shoulders here if you want it.” 

“You’d shrug me off just as I fall asleep.” You narrowed your gaze at him. 

“I’m a prick but I’m not that bad.” A small smile fell on both your lips. 

“Fine.” You didn’t want to argue, not again. 

You knew you and Mason were in the wrong discussing his relationship but he was also in the wrong when he hit back at you with comments about you and Trent but you didn’t want to dwell on what happened any longer. You let your head fall on his shoulder, you felt Joao warm to your touch as you got comfortable. Mason couldn’t believe his eyes at what he was seeing, he couldn’t help but nudge Ben several times in the ribs to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.   

Before you knew it, Joao was gently nudging you awake and the gates to the Liverpool ground were now behind you. You thanked him one last time before handing his airpod back to him. You left him with the rest of the boys as you followed the rest of your media colleagues towards the dugouts and journalism area. Everything ran smoothly despite your horrific morning, Joao was in the starting eleven which gave you the green light to use him as the main poster boy to announce the team news although you would’ve definitely picked Reece James if he wasn’t so nice to you. 

In the Liverpool line-up was Trent but that didn’t surprise you. When the teams came out of the tunnel for the match Trent looked up to the journalism area. His eyes met yours and sent you a wink and a smirk, an expression that caught the attention of Joao. He knew how you felt towards Trent after the England Camp and he knew his expression was just a way to get to you after the press continued to pit Chelsea and Liverpool against one another after their horrific seasons. 

The first half had ended goalless, Chelsea had a few decent chances, especially Joao but he was yet to get the ball in the back of the net. Within ten minutes of the second half, you watched Joao say something to Trent which had clearly rilled the scouser up. Trent shoved Joao and he quickly retaliated, shoving him back and shouting back at the man in red. The referee quickly ran up to the two of them whilst their teammates pulled them apart. They both received a yellow card and the game resumed.

You watched Joao carefully, wanting to tell him to lay off Trent because knowing his luck he’ll end up getting another yellow which will lead to a red. As if he could read your mind Joao eyed as Trent was given the ball, without thinking Joao threw himself at the lad, studs up causing Trent to fall to the ground in pain. Joao got up and yelled something at him as he clutched his ankle in pain. He stormed off, he knew it would be straight red. Liverpool fans booed and screamed at the Chelsea boy. The travelling Chelsea fans couldn’t believe what they’d seen, two red cards and he hadn’t even played a full season. 

Joao stormed down the tunnel and threw the door of the changing rooms open before slumping down on the bench where his stuff lay. You excused yourself from the media spot before jogging down to the changing rooms after Joao. You opened the door to see him throwing his boots across the floor. His eyes met yours as you walked into the room. 

“Haven’t you got graphics to make? Posts to make about me getting a red -”

“Why did you do that?”

“Do what? Get a red or put that prick in his place?” He huffed before continuing. “I saw the way he looked at you when we came through the tunnel. He was being a prick, Mason told me -” 

“What did Mason tell you?” You snapped, your eyes glaring at the man. 

“He told me you liked him and he treated you like you were his girlfriend then after deciding he didn’t want you he ran off with another girl.” 

“I’ll kill him-”

“It’s not his fault, I asked what had happened. I shouldn’t have pressed him but I did.” 

“Well, maybe Mason should keep his mouth shut.” Your eyes were still fixed on his. “And you should too, what did you say to him?” 

“I didn’t say anything to him.”

“Don’t lie to me Joao, I saw you said something to him when you two got your first yellow cards.”

“It was nothing -”

“What did you say to him?” Your voice grew louder. “Joao-” 

“I told him I was glad he didn’t want you because if he stayed with you then I wouldn’t get to hear you moaning around me every night.” He looked proud yet embarrassed at his words. He knew it would rial Trent up but he also knew a cheap joke at your expense would also piss you off. 

“You’re not fucking serious.” 

“y/n I’m sorry I -”

“Look I know I was a dickhead to you a few days ago but I was still right, you are a pushover, you even let Trent push you around all because he looked at me?” You stepped closer to him. “How did you ever make it professional when someone who looks at me pisses you off?”

“He made you uncomfortable, I wasn’t going to let it slide.”

“If it made you that annoyed you couldn’ve dealt with it off the pitch. The fans don’t deserve this and neither do the rest of the lads, it’s not fair!” You took a deep breath. “Why the sudden need to be a hero? I don’t need you to fight for me and make up something that would never happen between us -”

“You know all I was trying to do was to be nice!” He stood up and walked over to you, his breath on your face and his voice raising in aggression. “Most people would thank me for what I did.” He looked down at you. “You really think that wouldn’t happen between us either?” He now smirked at you, his hand reaching up to tuck some hair behind your ear. “I could have you underneath me in a heartbeat.”

“I’d thank you if you didn’t get sent off or made some shitty cheap joke about me! And if you ever think I’d even go near you like that you are very much mistaken!” 

“Yeah, we’ll see.” He ran his hand through his hair and took a deep breath. “I get it but you aren’t perfect too!”

“I never claimed to be!”

“You sure act it, judging everyone else's relationships but god forbid someone makes a comment about yours!”

“We were never in a relationship!”

“I can see why…” He snapped, turning his back towards you as he threw his shirt over his head and discarded his shirt. You might have wanted to slap him back down to earth but you couldn’t help but spare a glance at him. How his girlfriend cheated on him you’d never know, the man was gorgeous. 

—

Ever since yours and Joao’s dispute you’d hardly spoken to him unless you had to conduct an interview for Chelsea’s social media pages. Tonight was the end of the season awards and just like every single year you were attending. You made sure to match your dress to the exact shade of the Chelsea shirt. Your hair and make-up were done to perfection as you walked through the halls towards one of the lounges which was decorated with a million shades of blue and shades of silver and gold. Every year the hospitality team always outdone themselves and this year was no different. 

Mason greeted you with open arms and so did his family. Most of the boys bought their family or partners along however one player was completely on his own and that was Joao. He was sat on one of the tables opposite you, his eyes were fixed on you but his expression was hard to read. Was he pissed off? Was he apologetic? You weren’t sure but one thing was for certain, he wouldn’t look away. 

The night seemed to drag on, awards after awards were being dished out, some for credible achievements such as top goal scorer and others for more interesting achievements such as most pints downed after a win. You sat alongside Mason and his family when the awards ended. Music filled the lounge as everyone continued to socialise and drink the night away. You excused yourself from the table, getting sick of Joao watching you, you headed to the bathrooms to touch up your make-up but you didn’t realise someone was following you. 

“You look beautiful.” The familiar sound of Joao’s voice made you jump. He was leaning against the wall of the bathrooms, his eyes raking over your body. 

Joao regretted everything he’d said to you that day against Liverpool. The pair of you had spent many hours with one another in the media rooms, creating content for Chelsea and although you didn’t get off brilliantly due to his red card on his debut, he could tell you only wanted the best for everyone at the club, no matter if they were a player or simply cleaning staff. He’d come to his sense on the way to the Liverpool game that you were right about his relationship. Hearing your stories about your work and even your cat named after Frank made him think, perhaps that was the real reason why he went for Trent. 

“You know this is the women’s bathroom.” 

“I’m aware.” He pushed himself off the wall and walked over to you. “But my point still stands.”

“Thank you.” 

“Can we talk?”

“In the women’s bathroom?”

“No time like the present.” He smirked. You were still facing the mirror and Joao was standing behind you, looking at you through the mirror. “I’m sorry for what I did.” 

Huffing at his words you met his eyes briefly if the pair of you didn’t talk now the issue would never be resolved and if Joao wasn’t to sign permanently then you knew you’d never forgive yourself for the way the two of you ended things. “I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have called you a pushover.”

“But, I’m not sorry for what I said and did to Trent.” His hands snaked around your waist as he spoke. “Or for what I said about you.”

“Which part?” You set your lipgloss down, doing your best to pretend that you couldn’t feel his breath on your neck and his touch on your hips. “The part about me having you.”

“In your dreams.” You tried to step away but that would only push you closer to him. His grip tightened on your hips whilst his lips ghosted your neck. “You have a girlfriend-”

“No, I don’t.” He kissed your neck bore he spun you around to face him. “Why did you think I turned up alone?” 

“Why?”

“Well… you may have been right besides… the ‘pushover’ has had someone else on his mind recently...”  

Joao didn’t hesitate, his lips met yours, one hand cupped your cheek whilst the other went down to your thigh, pushing your dress to the side and allowed his hand to travel along your skin. You hesitated for a second before kissing him back. You couldn’t lie to yourself that Joao was hot, he was beautiful and if this was the way the two of you would make up then well… it was worth getting into a fight with him. 

Your hands went to his hair, tugging on the strands as he allowed his hand to travel higher up your leg. “God you’re perfect.” His lips now travelled down your exposed neck, gently tugging on your skin as his grip on your leg tightened. 

“You ruined my lipgloss.” You pouted as Joao pulled back to smirk at you. 

“You’re lucky we’re in the stadium otherwise I would ruin more than your lipgloss.” His lips met yours once again. He tugged on your bottom lip, making you moan as he pulled the zip of your dress down. Jumping at the sudden gush of cold air against your back he smirked into the kiss before letting his warm hands trail down your back as he peeled the dress from your body. He let the front of it pool around your waist. 

Your hands moved from his hair to his suit jacket, pushing it off his shoulders before grabbing his tie and pulling him back into a kiss. He lightly moaned as your nails raked across his white shirt. Joao’s hands went to your bra, unclasping it within seconds. He pulled away from the kiss as his hands cupped your boobs. “We should’ve argued sooner.” 

Smiling at his words you watched as he took your nipple in his mouth whilst grabbing the other with his free hand. “Fuck…” You moaned, your legs parting so he could get closer to you. Your bliss was cut short when he moved away. His hands hooked themselves around the backs of your thighs. 

“Jump.” He instructed you. Without hesitation, you jumped into his arms and he placed you on the bathroom counter. “Good girl.” His hands went to his own shirt, undoing the buttons so your hands could now trace his skin. Your nails raked his skin as Joao let his hands run up to your underwear.

“You do know someone could walk in right?” You spoke with a heavy breath. 

“And?” He kissed you again. “Keep quiet and they won’t.”

“You don’t know that-”

“y/n… shut up and trust me.”

“Make me.” You teased but he didn’t need to be told twice. Joao moved your dress aside so he could see your underwear. Pushing your underwear aside he let his fingers tease your clit. The light touches sent butterflies through your stomach as Joao started to add pressure. Your head fell back at his movements. “Please…” You moaned as Joao watched you come undone around him. Leaving your clit he moved towards your entrance. Joao slowly pushed two fingers inside of you which earnt a sudden moan from you. 

“I was right…” He breathed out, his hand pulling your face to look at him whilst he quickened his pace. “Your moans are beautiful.” Whilst his fingers fucked you his thumb went to your clit and started to bring you closer to your high. 

“Fuck you.” You breathed out. 

“Think I’m the one doing that love.” 

You could feel his hard-on against your thigh which only made you wetter against his touch. Joao could feel you getting closer, your moans continued to grow louder as he quickened his pace. “You look so gorgeous about to come around me…”

“Please Joao… please…” You whined at his actions, your nails leaving red marks across his skin. 

“Please what?” He taunted. 

“Please let me come.” 

“Yeah?” His lips ghosted yours as he kept adding pressure. “Come for me then.” He pressed his lips back onto yours as you came. You moaned into the kiss, your grip on his skin leaving darker marks which you knew wouldn’t fade for a while. “Such a good girl for me.” He kissed you before moving his fingers to his mouth so he could taste you. He savoured the moment before he quickly unbuckled his belt and allowed his cock to spring out. 

He pumped his cock a few times whilst his free hand went to your face, his thumb traced across your bottom lip before he spoke. “As much as I want your mouth around me right now… I need to fuck you.” 

He let his thumb fall into your mouth as he lined himself up and slowly pushed himself inside of you. Your face scrunched up at his size slowly pushing inside of you. Joao cupped your face whilst his free hand gripped your hip. “Is it too much?” He asked. 

“No… just go slowly.”

Joao kissed you gently. “Of course my love.” Your heart fluttered at his nickname but that feeling soon spread to your stomach when you felt Joao pull out and thrust back inside. “You feel so good.” His head fell against yours, your lips ghosting one another as he repeated his actions. Feeling used to his size you allowed your leg to hook around his waist and pull him deeper into you. 

“Faster…” You moaned in his ear. He didn’t need to be told twice. Pulling out he quickly slammed his hips back into yours and started to move at a quicker pace. “Fuck Joao…”

“My name sounds so pretty falling from your lips…” He moaned in your ear as he continued going faster. The pair of you knew that if it wasn't for the music in the lounge then everyone would have heard you. His fingers go back down to your clit and he quickly started to apply pressure to the bud. Your hands gripped onto the back of his neck, pulling him into a moaning kiss as he continued to fuck you faster. 

Pulling away from the kiss Joao pulled out completely before pulling you off of the counter. With one last kiss on your lips, he spun you around so you were facing the mirror and bent you over. With a harsh smack to your ass, he quickly pulled your dress back up and around your hips before kicking your legs apart. Grabbing a fistful of your hair he forced you to look at yourself in the mirror. 

“He could never fuck you as good as I can… could he?” He was evidently referring to Trent but your mind was too clouded with pleasure to even care. Joao lined himself up again, slowly letting the lip tease you. He couldn’t suppress the moan that fell from his lips at your wetness leaking onto him, he was so close but he wanted you for as long as he could. “Could he?” He repeated again. 

“No…” You moaned out, wanting nothing more than for him to fuck you again. 

“Who fucks you this good?” He quickly slammed himself inside of you again, tugging on your hair so that you were leaning closer to him. 

“You do…” You whispered. 

Joao pulled out before slamming back in. “I can’t hear you…” He taunted you with his slow movements. 

“You do Joao fuck!” You screamed as he started to fuck you again. His pace quickened as he pulled you against his chest, fucking you as faster. His hands reached around to play with your clit which only added to your pleasure. You started to grind back onto his cock as he slammed back inside of you. You could feel him stiffen inside of you which indicated he was close. 

“Joao I’m gonna come…” You let your head fall as you felt your stomach tighten. 

“Yeah? Come then baby… come all over my cock…” 

You couldn’t hold back for much longer, you felt your high wash over you and that was all you needed for Joao to finish inside of you. He pulled you closer to him as he finished, his groans filling your ear as the two of you slowly came down from your high. 

“So good for me.” He kissed your head as he slowly pulled out. He quickly got himself cleaned up before he helped you back into your clothes so you looked presentable to head back out to the party. “Beautiful.” He kissed your lips one last time. “I’ll head back out now, wait for a second and then follow me out. Just in case.” He turned on his heel but you called out to him before he left. 

“Joao?” He turned to meet your gaze. “Who was the other person on your mind?” 

He smiled at your words before replying. “Turn around and you’ll see her.” 

If you turned around you’d be met with a mirror, and you were the only one in the bathroom. 

Best Friends Brother - Charles Leclerc x reader - Part 2

Read Part One here

Charles Leclerc x female!reader

Summary: You and Arthur Leclerc had been best friends since you were children but it wasn’t the younger Leclerc brother you’d be in the sheets with and a one-night stand can hold a lifetime of regret.

Warnings: Fluff, swearing

Word Count: 3.5K

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Arthur followed through with his promise and came to see you in England. The pair of you fell into one another's arms, tears streaming down your faces as the two of you rekindled your friendship and he stepped up to the role of Rowan’s uncle. Arthur always made sure you and Charles had time to yourselves which ultimately meant Rowan started to favour him over you both.

Charles picked up his life in Monaco and moved to England to be with you, his son… and the dog. He adapted to being a dad naturally, anyone would have thought he’d always been by your side through it all. He also made you a promise that he’d take you out for dates every week, that way the two of you got a break from Rowan and finally got time alone, then again the last time the two of you spent a night alone ended up with an unexpected stowaway. 

The pair of you had now been together for over a year, your son was now one and you agreed to something Charles had always begged you for, flying to Formula 1 so his son could watch him race. Flying back to Monaco was something you never thought you’d ever do again but for him, it was worth it. Charles rarely flew on his own, normally he and the rest of the grid apart from Max would all fly together but he wanted nothing more than to just relax with his family. 

You were sat in one of the chairs, Rowan laying on your chest as he tried to fall asleep having just eaten. He was much bigger than he was when Charles came back into his life, the only bonus was that he was sleeping through the night better. 

“I’ll take him, love.” Charles held his hands out for you. Obliging you handed Rowan to him, a small grin on your lips as you watched Charles’ face light up as he held his son. “God he’s getting big now.”

“He’ll start talking soon.”

“Don’t think I’m ready for that.” He sat opposite you, Rowan now clutching the collar of his shirt as he drifted off to sleep. “I just want him to stay small.” 

“It flies by but I won’t miss him waking us up during the middle of the night.” 

“I think I’ll miss all of it.” Charles planted a kiss on Rowan's forehead. “Apart from changing his nappy.” 

“You’ll still have to do that for now.” You replied, the pair of you sharing a light laugh. 

“Do you want another?” Charles suddenly asked. 

“Not yet.” You replied. 

He smiled at your response before he replied. “I’d like a daughter next.” His soft eyes met yours. “Obviously not yet but maybe when Rowan gets older and the two of us can finally get some decent sleep.” 

“That means you’ll be around for the pregnancy and that isn’t easy.” 

“You won’t have to do a thing when I’m around.” 

“I’ll hold you to that Leclerc.” 

Charles had successfully qualified on pole for his home race, something he was considerably pleased about but also something he was incredibly worried about. The curse of his home race haunted him every time he looked at the track. Whether Ferarri messed up his strategy or found himself lodged into a wall, Charles could never finish the race. But this year he hoped for it to be different. 

He was currently waiting in the Ferarri garage for the race to begin, Rowan on his lap as he looked at the bright red car before him. You’d dressed your son in Ferarri merchandise, specifically a shirt with his dad’s number on it.

Rowan made grabby hands and started to make noises at the car before him. Holding him close Charles stood up and moved towards the car. He smiled as the small boy grabbed the side of the car, giggling as he did so. With a gleaming smile on his lips, Charles climbed into the car and held his son close to him. Rowan couldn’t hold his laughter as he grabbed onto everything around him. 

“Think we might have another racing driver in the family,” Charles announced as he laughed at his son. You mirrored his actions, your heart always melted at the sight of him with Rowan. He took to being a Dad so naturally, from the moment he came back into your life he took to Rowan so effortlessly and acted as if the two of you had been dating for years. 

Charles tried to enjoy the moment with him but his mind was racing with worried thoughts. “Don’t look so worried Char.” You spoke up, watching as Charles only smiled when Rowan looked back at him. “Not finishing in P1 won’t be the end of the world.” 

The brunette let his eyes fall on you. “I know but it’s my home race, the rest of the drivers have won theirs, I just want to win mine.” 

“And you will.” You stepped over to him, leaning down to plant a kiss on his lips. 

“And if I don’t?”

“If you keep believing that you won’t win it then you won’t.” 

As Charles went to reply but one of the mechanics told him it was time for him to make his way to the track. He held Rowan out for you to take before sharing one last kiss before he got his helmet on and braced himself for the race of his life. 

Rowan and you sat watching him inside the garages. Rowan had a pair of Ferarri headphones to block out the noise as he watched his father race. Every time the car appeared on the screen Rowan let out a giggle, his tiny hands pointing to the screen. Everyone in the garages loved him, Daniel wouldn’t stop bothering him when he saw the three of you in the hotel… at least you knew you always had a spare babysitter in him if needed. 

Every single time Charles approached a corner your heart stopped but he was okay. The man was going to send you into cardiac arrest every time he sped up around a sharp bend but he was fine, even when Max was breathing down his neck. Both you and Charles felt every single second of that race but he was across the finish line with only lapped cars in front of him. For the first time in his career, he’d won his home race and both the love of his life and son were there to witness it. 

The only time you’d ever seen Charles this happy was when he saw you in the woods with Rowan and the dog a year ago. Leaping out of his car he hurled himself towards you as he threw his helmet aside. Cupping your jaw Charles pulled your lips onto his whilst his hands held you as close to him as you could get. He deepened the kiss slightly but unfortunately had to pull away sooner than he would’ve liked. 

“Everything is perfect.” His eyes met yours as he spoke before being dragged away for the celebrations. You’d never been prouder of him, it was a moment you wished you could’ve frozen in time for you all to look back on. 

—

Formula 1 had ended for the season and now in the cold English weather, Charles was taking you both to a restaurant just outside the village whilst Arthur came and babysat. He was dressed in a smart black suit paired with a red tie whilst you adorned a stunning slip dress that Charles had bought you for Christmas.

“Right you know what you’re doing, don’t you?” Charles had cornered Arthur in your living room whilst you finished settling your son down. 

“I’ve looked after him a million times, it’ll be fine.” Arthur shrugged his brother off as he watched you rock the child into an easy slumber. “Besides he’s asleep, hopefully, he’ll stay like that until the two of you come back and you two can deal with the screaming child all night.” 

“It’ll be Charles dealing with him and besides he doesn’t scream like he used to but he he does then Charles can deal with him seeing that he’s the one on holiday.” Referencing the winter break you stepped towards the brothers. “He’ll be fine anyway, he’ll need to be changed and he may need another feed depending on how late we get back. The bottles are in the fridge, just don’t forget to sterilise them when you’re done.” 

“I won’t, I promise.” 

“You remember how to do that right?” Charles added. 

“I know what I’m doing.” Arthur gave Charles a dumbfounded look before he spoke again. “If anything goes wrong I’ll call you two straight away. You know that.” Charles gave him a light nod before he turned back to you. He planted a kiss on your cheek before leaning down to kiss Rowan’s forehead. 

“Leo’s already been walked and fed, he’ll let you know when he needs the bathroom. You just might need to burn off some energy with him outside, he can occasionally get restless when we aren’t home -”

“When you aren’t home.” Charles corrected, sending you a look. “He loves it when I’m gone.”

“He’ll warm up to you eventually.”

“It’s been over a year and he hates me,” The dog seemed to narrow his gaze at your boyfriend as he spoke. “Look how he’s looking at me!”

“Because he knows you’re talking shit about him.” You held Rowan out for Charles. “You can put Rowan down and I’ll just run Arthur through Leo’s schedule as he clearly hates you.” A smile spread across your lips when Charles muttered a string of insults towards the dog under his breath whilst he trudged upstairs to put Rowan down.

“Why does he hate Charles?” Arthur leant down allowing Leo to come towards him. The german shepherd always seemed fond of the younger Leclerc brother.

“Well, they do say dogs can sense things we can’t. I think he knows what happened and when Charles ran up to us in the woods it meant Leo saw him as a threat. It’ll take time.” 

“Surely he’s got used to him now, the two of you finally made it official and now you live together.” 

“Maybe he’s just jealous.” You now followed suit with Arthur’s actions, bending down to meet Leo. The dog trotted towards you, letting his head crash into your chest as you smoothed down his fur. 

“Think Charles is the jealous one.” An annoyed-looking Charles leaning up against the doorway caught your and Arthur's attention.

“I’m not jealous of the dog, he just needs to know boundaries.”

“He does know boundaries.” 

“When it comes to the house he does, he won’t even let me kiss you without sparing me a dirty look.”

“He’s a dog, Char.” 

“An annoying one at that.” 

You didn’t plan to argue over who the dog preferred before your night so the two of you thanked Arthur and checked on Rowan one last time before heading out of the door. 

On your way to the restaurant Charles couldn’t keep his hands off you and his mouth would never close as he dropped every compliment he could think of during the journey but now he acted on edge. You watched as he continued to play with his ring and glance over at his phone every few seconds. 

He leaned back on his chair, letting out a narrow breath as his leg now started to bounce. Reaching forward you took your hand into his before speaking. “Char?”

“Hmm?” He attempted to keep his voice steady as he gripped your hand. 

“What’s wrong? You look like you’re about to have a panic attack -” 

“How are you so calm?”

“Sorry?” 

Charles leaned forward, his free hand grabbing yours as his enduring eyes met your curious ones. “How are you so calm being away from Rowan? Don’t you worry about him?”

“Of course I do.” Giving him a warm smile you continued. “But I know he’s safe with Arthur and before he and you came back into my life, Margret used to babysit him so I could have time to recover and just relax. I still worry about him but I know he’s safe and you know if anything was to happen Arthur could call us immediately.” 

“I know.” He returned the small smile. “But I still worry. I’ve already spent too much time away from him.” His grip on your hand tightened.

“But you’re here now and that’s all that matters. Besides Rowan won’t ever know -”

“But I will.” 

“I know you will but it’s in the past. It wasn’t your fault and Rowan will know that if we decide to tell him when he gets older.” 

“It was partly my fault -”

“No, it wasn’t.”

“Yes it was -”

You gave him a look which screamed ‘let's not get into this argument again’ which caused Charles to let out a small smile before he leaned back into his chair. “You win.” He smirked as he picked up his drink and raised it to his lips. 

“I always do.” 

“Clearly.” His smirk grew as his eyes glued onto yours. 

The pair of you forgot about his worries as you continued to eat and drink. Charles lost himself in conversation and your eyes so much that he didn’t notice the three missed calls from his brother. It was only when you both went to pay the bill that you noticed the younger Leclerc had texted you. 

Arthur: Can you get Charles to call me? Or can you when you see this.

You: Is everything okay? Is Rowan okay?

Arthur: Rowan is fine, it’s Leo I’m worried about. Get Charles to call me.

You: Why him? He’s my dog.

Arthur: Please just get him to call me.

“Char?” You spoke just as Charles tipped your waiter.

“Yeah?”

“Arthur wants you to call him -”

“What?” He reached for his phone. “Is Rowan okay?”

“He’s fine apparently it’s the dog he’s worried about.” 

Charles furrowed his brows, confused at why his brother would want to ask him about Leo when it was pretty evident that your dog hated Charles. Despite him not being able to talk or even understand you both, Charles was convinced he knew what happened between you both and ultimately took your side in the whole situation. 

The brunette quickly called his brother, raising the phone to his ear as he spoke. “You okay?” He spoke to Arthur, his eyes meeting yours occasionally as the conversation continued. “It’s called Kingstone veterinary, it’s about ten minutes away. Take Rowan with you and we’ll meet you there.” 

“What’s going on?” Your voice was laced with worry at the mention of the vets. 

“Leo got into something he shouldn’t of.” 

“What?” Charles met your eyes, taking a deep breath he searched your worried eyes and debated if he should lie. “Charles, what did he get into?”

“I bought it ages ago, I wasn’t going to ask you anytime soon. I wanted to wait until the two of us set up the house how we wanted, went on more dates and when the time was right I was going to ask you to marry me. When I saw the ring I couldn’t not get it. It was perfect and now Leo managed to find it and decided he never wanted me to ask that question so he ate it.” He huffed before finishing. “That dog hates me -”

“You want to marry me?” 

His eyes softened at your words. “Of course I do y/n.” He once again took your hands into his. “I’ve always wanted you and I knew that I couldn’t have you because you were my brother’s best friend but I had a plan on how I’d get you… didn’t involve us having a son but I wouldn’t change it for the world now.” He raised your hands and planted a kiss on the top of them before his thumbs ran across your skin. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You mirrored his smile. “And as much as I’d love to stay here right now, you could have killed the dog with the ring so we might want to get to the vet.” 

“It’s not my fault that thing hates me!” He replied, standing up with you before the two of you left to meet Arthur at the vet. 

—

Arthur was sat in the waiting room with Rowan who was beginning to let out small cries, clearly missing his parents whilst Leo was undergoing surgery. Arthur knew how much Leo meant to you, after all, he was the reason why you felt so safe without him or Charles around. The boy let his leg bounce up and down as he tried to calm Rowan who did nothing but make his true feelings heard. 

“Shh… shhh…” Arthur attempted to silence the child but he refused to stay quiet. “Come on little man, your mum and dad will be here soon…” His eyes wandered to the pale clock mounted on the wall. “I hope so anyway…” 

With your hand in his, Charles dragged you through the doors of the practice. The sudden sound of the doors opening grabbed Arthur's attention, a sudden wash of relief on his face as he watched the two of you approach him with worried glances. Without a word falling from his lips, Charles scooped his son from his brother’s arms, holding Rowan in a safe embrace before swaying side to side in an attempt to calm the distressed baby. If there was one thing you adored about Charles it was how quickly he adapted to being a dad and his urge to protect Rowan. He never wanted to leave him for too long and if the two of you were in the company of others he would do everything in his power to not let go of Rowan, even if the family wanted to hold him. 

“Where’s Leo?” You asked as Arthur embraced you. 

“Undergoing surgery, they were worried the ring would get caught up in his intestines…” Arthur's eyes widened at his own words, his head snapped towards Charles as he ran a hand through his hair. “You told her what he ate, didn’t you?”

“Yes she knows… not much of a surprise now…” He replied, clearly upset that the proposal would now not come as a shock to you although he tried to convince himself you knew he’d ask you at one point. Your hand came up to his arm, lightly touching his skin as a silent way to let him know that you really didn’t care about the surprise. You had him and your son, that’s all you needed, you never needed a ring to prove your love for him. 

“Charles I -”

“Miss y/l/n?” An older voice caught your attention. You met the warming gaze of your vet Logan. “He’s out of surgery, you and your partner are welcome to see him now.” He gestured to the door behind him. 

“Is he okay?” Charles asked. 

“He’ll be fine. He’s a little high from the anaesthetic but that’ll pass. He can come home tonight and… I’m presuming you want the ring back… Mr Leclerc?” 

“As long as it doesn’t have his organs clinging to the diamond.” 

“Charming thought Charles.” Sparing a glance at your boyfriend you followed Logan into the surgery room where you saw a very high Leo. Despite his sorry state he started to wag his tail and whine at the sight of his family. “Hello boy…” You took his head in your hands, your thumbs smoothing his fur. “Where did you even hide the ring?” Turning back to Charles you asked the question on your mind. 

“In my underwear drawer… oh I swear to god if he’s put a hole in my fireproofs!” 

“Can’t you just ask Ferrari for more?”

“And explain how the dog tried to sabotage my plans to propose to you? I’d rather not be mocked for the rest of the season.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh at his annoyance before turning back to the dog. “How did you even get into that?”

“He’s been watching me -”

“Charles he’s a dog not James Bond.” 

“You never know…” He trailed off, stepping closer to you. He wrapped an arm around your waist and gently pulled you into his side. “I’m sorry -”

“For what?” You turned your head towards his. 

“Ruining the surprise. I had everything planned out… I just needed the chance.”

“Char I know you love me and I know you love Rowan. I don’t need a ring to prove that. Yes, it would be nice to be married to you, I would love to call you my husband but the important thing is that we’re all back together. Rowan has his Dad and I have the man I love.” 

He didn’t say anything as he leaned down with only a smile on his lips and planted his lips onto yours, a silent gesture of agreement but even an operation wouldn’t stop Leo from voicing his opinion. The dog barked making Charles jump back from you. 

“I really hate him…”  

Just an incident - Charles Leclerc x Verstappen!reader

Charles Leclerc x Verstappen!reader

Requested? Yes/No: Anon: Max n her like twins and r drivers for red bull, and both the twins hate Charles and same with Charles, Charles hates her because she always wins the race and loves to rub it on him especially, but slowly both reader and Charles start to build a crush on each other… in short an Enemies to lovers with Charles Leclerc ;) 

Warnings: Implied smut, fluff, angst, Jos Verstappen, swearing, mentions of anxiety and injuries 

Word Count: 7.9K 

A/N: Thank you anon, this request is one of my favourites &lt;3

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The Verstappens had always hated the Leclercs and the Leclercs had always hated the Verstappens. It was like the families of Romeo and Juliet only with highspeed cars and a crowd of millions discussing your every move. You’d known Charles for years, both you and your twin brother Max had been karting with him since you were kids and now the three of you were in Formula 1. Both you and Max drove for Redbull whilst Charles achieved his dream of driving for Ferarri but although the three of you had changed, the rivalry didn’t. 

Charles hated the way you gloated every single time you won, the look you gave him when the champagne hit your skin made his blood boil. He hated everything you did but couldn’t help but admire how you did it. You and your brother were already World Champions but Charles was still struggling. Anytime he even came close to being at the top the Redbull twins would knock him off his pedestal in a heartbeat. 

Today was the day of the Monaco GP, Charles’s home race and the one race he was yet to win. You were starting in P1, he was in P2 and Max was in P3. After one last quick discussion in the Redbull garage, you and Max wished one another luck before heading to the grid walk. As you dodged the interviewers your eyes fell onto a bright red race suit with a black horse planted firmly on the back. 

“Leclerc!” You called to the brunette who spun around to meet your gaze. “Looking forward to hearing the Dutch national anthem at your home race?” You smirked at the man as he joined your side. 

“Fancy making a bet on it?” His eyes shone at his own words. 

“Bet your life savings on me and you’ll be richer than a king.” You smirked at him as you two continued to walk. 

He laughed at your response. “I was going to suggest a different kind of bet.” 

“Oh yeah? Like what?” 

“If I win, you must tell the interviewers that I’m your biggest competition.” 

“They’ll know I’m lying when I open my mouth.” You glanced over at him before speaking again. “What about if I win?”

“Then I’ll tell them you’re the best driver on the grid -”

“They already know that.”

“You know you’re just like your brother.” His patience lessened. “Full of yourself and arrogant.” 

“Well believe it or not we are related.”

“And full of sarcasm.”

“Maybe you should take notes, after all, we’re world champions and you aren’t.”

The brunette grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to his body. You felt his breath fan against your face as he spoke through gritted teeth. “You’re only World Champions because you cheat!”

“Cheat? Just because you can’t last around one corner without driving yourself into the wall -”

“Only because you shove me into them!” 

“Yeah?” You leaned in closer to him, your lips only inches away from one another. “Well, you better watch for my car today…”

“Or what?”

“Take your eyes off me for a second and you’ll be in the wall.” Pulling your arm from his grip you stormed off to your car, mumbling under your breath at the interaction. 

“And it’s lights out and away we go! Verstappen gets a good start but so does Leclerc! The other Verstappen… not so much…”

Charles had gotten off to a perfect start, enough to overtake Max and quickly made his way behind you, clearly you’d riled him up enough that he wanted to win his end of his shitty bet but everyone knew that Monaco wasn’t the easiest to overtake on. 

“Perfect start y/n, we’re staying with plan A for now. If anything changes we will let you know, Max is in P3 and Leclerc is just behind you.” The team radio sounded in your ear as you replied. 

“Thank you, guys.” Your eyes flickered to your mirrors, catching the red glimpse of the Ferrari, a smirk dawned on your face at the sight of him trying so hard but you couldn’t spend your life focusing on him, you had a race to win. 

“Box, box!” A yellow flag due to Lando making friends with the wall allowed you to pit with just ten laps to go. Charles stayed out which allowed him to claim P1. Most teams wouldn’t box at a time like this, especially with only a few laps to go on a track which was renowned to be difficult to pass on but Redbull and the Verstappen siblings were more than capable. 

Switching to the soft tyers you set back out to the track and join Charles. The pair of you had created some distance between the other drivers meaning it was just you two fighting for the top. “The safety car is leaving the track now, focus on getting past Leclerc.” Christian had taken the liberty of delivering the news to you.

“Understood.” You nodded in your car, despite them not being able to see you before suddenly speeding up as the safety car left your eyes. 

Charles didn’t set off as fast as you did but that didn’t matter to him, all he needed to do was defend with his life. It started off relatively easy for him, you backed off when things got too dangerous but you only had two laps to pass him and now you were getting desperate. It was no surprise to anyone that the Verstappens would get violent in order to win. It was in your blood and on the track no one was your friend, not even your own twin. 

Coming wheel to wheel with him the two of you turned into a corner but you refused to back off. Charles attempted to push you off the track but the Redbull was too fast. Pushing ahead you clipped Charles which sent him spinning into the wall leaving you in P1 and now your brother was able to claim to P2 whilst Charles didn’t even get to finish his home race. 

“y/n Verstappen wins the Monaco Grand Prix!” 

“Brilliant driving today y/n, really well done today. Take it all in, you deserve it.” Christian smiled as he spoke to you through the radio. 

“Thank you guys for today!” You replied. “Was Max P2?”

“Yes he was, he’s just behind you.” 

“And Charles? Is he okay?” 

“He’s back in the garage, he’s fine… pissed off but fine.” 

“Brilliant.” You pulled your car up to the pits, parking right before the P1 sign. Clambering out of your car you knelt down to kiss the front, it was something you’d started doing after Max gave you a lecture about ‘having your own celebration’. Max came running towards you, his arms open wide as he pulled you into a hug. 

“I’m so proud of you.” His smile was so bright anyone would’ve thought he’d won but the truth was you and Max were each other's biggest supporters. 

It was no secret that your Dad wanted the best for you both and if that meant treating you two like shit in order for you two to become the best in the world then that was something he’d happily do. Your Mum knew you both had to live with your Dad in order to be in Formula 1 and without her, the two of you no longer had an escape from him. Max was your escape and you were his.  

“Thank you.” You pulled away from your brother as you headed to be weighed and interviewed. Just as you were about to be weighed a tall bundle of red stormed towards you. 

“You fucking cheat!” Charles screamed at the top of his lungs. When he got close enough he pushed you back lightly as he towered over you. “Typical Verstappen, always cheating your way to the top!” Before you could even utter a word Max grabbed Charles by his race suit and dragged him away. 

“Don’t you dare touch my sister.” He didn’t yell, only spoke in a harsh tone. A tone which Charles knew not to underestimate. “You even look at her with any ill intent I’ll do more than put you into a wall.” Max shoved Charles back before he returned to where you were now finishing up your last interview before you headed to your podium. “Are you okay?” He draped his arm over your shoulder and pulled you into his side as he spoke. 

“Yeah I’m fine, he’s just pissed off.”

“Doesn’t mean he can shove you and speak to you like that.” 

“I know.” You gave Max a small smile. “I’ll talk to him after -”

“No, you won’t.” 

“Max I -”

“That cunt isn’t going anywhere near you, even in a car and especially not on a podium.” He smiled back, you forced a smile at his words. Despite how much you and Charles hated one another you felt the need to speak to him, even if Max wouldn’t approve. 

—

You’d spent the last five minutes attempting to zip your dress up but to no avail you were left unsuccessful. After Redbull’s podium you, your brother and a few other drivers decided to head to a club to celebrate. It was normal that a lot of drivers would spend the evening together after a race, a few would rarely attend but the Verstappens were always at the party scene. 

Clutching the front of the dress you waltzed over to your phone, ready to dial Max or your sister for help when a knock at the door grabbed your attention. Thinking it was Max you spoke aloud as you opened the door. “Thank fuck you’re here Max, I can’t get my dress zipped up -” You jumped out of your skin when your eyes met the mesmerising ones of Charles Leclerc. He stood before you with his shirt hanging over his shoulder, drenched in sweat. Your eyes didn’t want to wander (liar) but they did. It was no secret that Charles was beautiful and as much as you hated him you couldn’t deny that the man looked as if he was sent down from the Gods themselves. 

“Is there a reason you’re at my door shirtless?”

“I went on a run.” 

“And you didn’t think to change?”

“Why is it distracting you?” His cockiness began to show. 

“You’re not Gasly so we should be fine.” You mirrored his attitude before silence fell upon you both.

“Sorry, I should’ve messaged and asked if you were free.” He breathlessly spoke. “Can I come in?” You nodded, holding your dress closer to your chest as you let the man in before quickly shutting the door. “Do you need help with that?” He gave a light smile as he nodded towards your situation.

“Please.” Your voice was quiet as he threw his shirt on your bed and moved behind you. He effortlessly moved your hair onto your shoulder so he could focus on your zip. His hands delicately moved down your back, touching your skin which made you jump slightly at the sudden skin-on-skin contact. 

“It’s just me…” His breath hit your neck as he spoke. 

“The same man that shoved me after the race today-”

“The same woman who shoved me into the wall on the track.” 

You laughed lightly at his response. “Touche Leclerc.” 

Charles treated you like you were priceless, his hands gently touched you as he slowly zipped up your dress. The heat from his body could be felt on your skin which only made your mind run, God who wouldn’t want him? “It’s a nice colour.” Referencing the red of the dress he moved your hair back off your shoulder before stepping back. “I need to talk to you.” Sitting on your bed he looked up at you whilst you smoothed your dress down. “I’m sorry for earlier, I shouldn’t have done that in front of everyone. I was pissed off because of what happened and I should’ve spoken to you about it privately.” 

You nodded at his words before taking a step towards him. “I shouldn’t have shoved you off the track like that-” 

“I don’t blame you for that.” He cut you off. “I would’ve done the same…” He smiled. “And I have done that before.”

You thought back to the Grand Prix from Spa two seasons ago. You saw a gap and you went for it but Charles wasn’t letting you get pole that easily. He sent you into the barrier and to the local hospital for a suspected head injury. 

“At least I didn’t send you to the hospital.” 

“Yet.” He stood up as he spoke, the pair of you inches apart but this time he was looking down at you. “I’m sorry again Verstappen.” He stepped aside, heading towards your door. 

“Are you not coming out tonight?” You quickly asked him. 

“I’d rather not end up dead when Max sees me.” 

“He’ll get over it.” 

“Will you?” 

“I still hate you, Leclerc.” You smirked as the words left your mouth. He mirrored your expression.  

“Feelings mutual…” Opening the door he went to leave but stopped himself in your doorway. “You look good in red.” His eyes scanned your body before turning on his heel and leaving you alone in your room, the only reminder of his presence was his lingering touch and his shirt he'd left on your bed. 

—

Azerbaijan was the race after Monaco and yet again you’d claimed P1 whilst Charles hadn’t even made pole. You watched him yell at those in the garages and along the pit wall who were evidently at fault for Ferarri's horrific strategy. Clearly feeling a pair of eyes on himself he scanned the crowd until his eyes met yours, your smug grin as you kissed our trophy sent him over the edge. He stormed out of the garages and made his way back to the hotel as fast as he could, not even caring how his PR team would react to him ignoring the interviewers patiently waiting for his thoughts. 

Back at the hotel once the celebrations had died down you grabbed the shirt he’d left in your room back in Monaco. Ironically it was a Ferarri shirt so you had to hide it with your life, if Max had seen it then you wouldn’t have made it to Azerbaijan alive. It had been washed, you couldn’t have it laying around your house drenched in sweat. 

When you knocked on his door a sudden shout made you question if going to his room at this time was a good idea. “Carlos I said I’m fine!” 

“It’s not Carlos.” You replied before his door swung open. Without saying a word he looked down the hallways, making sure no one was looking before he pulled you against his chest and inside of his room. “Fucking hell Charles!” Your arms wrapped around his neck as you steadied yourself against him. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” With his hands on your waist, he steadied you himself as he pulled back slightly to look down at you. 

“I came to give you your shirt back-”

“And you thought now was a good time?” 

“Why wouldn’t it be?” 

“Maybe because I stormed off and now every journalist in this building is attempting to hunt me down for a comment and if they see you coming into my room with my shirt they’ll lose their minds!” 

“Relax there was no one outside.” 

“For now! They’ve been knocking on the door all night.” Slumping down on his bed he ran his hands through his hair. “Why come tonight? Wanted to gloat about winning again?” 

You shrugged, throwing his shirt towards him. “I don’t need to gloat when I know you think about me every single day.” 

“So full of yourself Verstappen.” 

“Hard not to be when you’re one of the best in the world.” Charles rolled his eyes at your words. 

“You aren’t exactly one of the greats-”

“Yet.” You cut him off, taking a step closer to him. “I’m no Schumacher but I’m up there, after all, I was the youngest person to ever win a world championship.” 

“So?” 

“So I’m in control of my racing future, something you clearly don’t have a grip on.” 

“Really?” Charles smirked as he parted his legs, leaning forward he grabbed the backs of your thighs and pulled you into him. He fell back on the bed with you falling on top of him, his hands now moving to your waist, holding you in place. 

“Charles?” You tried to move back but his grip wouldn’t let you. “What the hell was that for?” 

“You think you have control of things but everything can change in a heartbeat.” 

“And you wanted to prove that to me by pulling me on top of you?” 

“Worked didn’t it?”

“It was stupid… like your strategy today.” His smirk dropped at your words, and using his grip on you he flipped the two of you over. 

Looking down at you he spoke. “As if I have any control over that.” 

“But you do.” 

He scrunched his face up at your words. “Hardly-” 

“You told me that you think you have control of things but everything can change in a heartbeat, Ferrari thinks they’re in control of things but you can change it in a heartbeat. Go against them-” 

“And what if it goes wrong?”

“But what if it goes right?” 

You had a point, a point that Charles was thinking very seriously about. If he went against Fearri and won it would prove to them that he could be trusted to make the decisions that Ferarri continued to get wrong. If he got it wrong then he could at least live with the fact that he tried and clearly both he and Ferrari needed to work on things. 

“Lost in thought Leclerc?”

“When you aren’t being a smug prick you actually speak sense.”

“I’ve always spoken sense Leclerc, you just never listen.” 

“Clearly.” His eyes searched yours for a second too long. 

He knew he shouldn’t think about you like he was but after seeing you in the dress and now laying beneath him it was hard not to think about the Verstappen girl as his. Despite the hatred towards you he couldn’t help but think about you by his side. You were stunning and every single driver had tried it on with you well… they tried until Max began to linger around more than he normally did. It was clear to Charles that Max was overprotective when it came to his twin and Charles couldn’t blame him. Constant fliting from every single driver and not to mention interviewers who loved to ask you sexist questions in the hope of a reaction they could use to paint you in a bad light meant Max became your shadow. 

“Mr Leclerc?” A loud voice and hushed whispers sounded from outside his room. 

“There’s still time for an interview!” Another voice called out. 

“Oh just fuck off…” His head fell against your chest as he took a deep breath. “You do realise that if they’re going to camp outside my room until the early hours of the morning for a story then you can’t leave.” He raised his head to meet your eyes again. 

“As long as you take the chair and I’ll have the bed.” A teasing grin spread across your lips as you searched his eyes. 

“Deal.” 

Charles had given you one of his shirts to sleep in and much to your disgust it has his name printed on the back and the Ferarri logo printed on the front. He sat on the edge of the bed in just his boxers, his phone in his hand waiting to get a photo of the Redbull stargirl in his shirt with his name on her back. 

“It’s hideous.” You called out to him from his bathroom. 

“Oh come on y/n you don’t look that bad, I know you’re related to Max but-” You swung the door open, your eyes burning into his smiley expression. “Turn around.” His smile grew as you turned around. Raising his phone he took a quick picture before holding it up to you. “Well, that’s my new lock screen sorted.” If looks could kill Charles would be buried six feet under. 

“Delete that!” You jumped forward, straddling him in an attempt to grab his phone. His free hand fell to your waist, his eyes flickered down as he watched his shirt ride up your body. You were going to be the death of him. 

“I’ll make you a deal Verstappen.” 

“Go on.” 

“Let me pass in Canada and I’ll delete it.”

“If I let you pass you have to wear a Redbull shirt with my name on the back.” 

“Deal.” You gave him a quick glance before moving off your rival and sat in the chair he was meant to sleep in. 

“So if I let you pass are you going to challenge Ferarri and their shit strategies?” 

“You’ve convinced me you know.” He moved his duvet to cover his slight problem, something that didn’t go unnoticed by you but that was something to tease him for another night. “It might all go wrong but it might all go right.”

“Exactly and you didn’t get that seat by following the rules.”

He laughed at your words. “You sound like my Dad.”

“He’d be so proud of you Charles.” 

You’d grown up with Charles and therefore knew his Dad. The day he passed you’d never seen someone so broken. Charles did his best to keep himself together for his family but you saw straight through him. You caught him sobbing in the garages and without a thought, you knelt down beside him and wrapped your arms around him and let him cry into your chest for however long he needed. You two didn’t utter a word during the interaction and you never spoke about it after.

His eyes softened at your words, his gaze never leaving yours. “Thank you, I hope so.”

“He would be, never doubt that Leclerc.”

“I didn’t know you could be so kind.” Smirking he spoke again. “Thought the Verstappens were stone cold.”

“Liar.” You matched his facial expressions.

“How’s your Dad? Still as brutal as he once was?” Charles didn’t even know half of it, sure he’d heard rumours but he never knew the truth about yours and Max’s childhood.

“Of course, he never changes.” Charles watched as your eyes left his gaze and fell to the floor. He watched as you tugged at the hem of his shirt before you spoke again. “Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I’d gone to live with my Mum and Victoria but I guess I wouldn’t be here now.”

“Do you miss her?”

“All the time. The problem is me and Max travel all the time for work, Victoria has her own life and when my Dad is at the races my Mum won’t turn up.” He nodded, unsure of what to say but you beat him to it. “But I have Max and without him, I’d be lost.”

“You’re lucky you have one another.”

“So are you and your brothers, especially Arthur. One day you’ll be racing alongside one another.” 

“My Mum would hate it.”

“Why?”

“She’d be worried that we’d fall out, too busy fighting one another on the track and off the track.”

“Maybe if he joins Ferarri the two of you can bond over how shit the cars are.” 

He laughed at your statement, throwing his head back as he shifted in his spot. “Do you and Max ever argue over the races?”

“More as kids but now that we’re in F1 we never argue, it’s a rarity if we do. You and Arthur will be fine.” 

His smile never faded. “I hope so. We’ve all come a long way from karting.”

“Who would’ve thought?” 

“Thought you would’ve got bored of overtaking all us lads.” His smile turned to a smirk. 

“I’ll never get bored of overtaking you, Leclerc.” 

The pair of you spent the night talking over your childhoods, spending hours on end reminiscing the karting days and the more recent races. In this moment anyone would’ve thought the two of you had been friends for years, the way you two laughed with one another made you wonder why the pair of you had ever been as rude to one another as you once were. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all. 

Hours passed and Charles watched as you fell asleep in the hotel chair. A soft smile spread across his lips as he gently picked you up bridal style, his smile growing as he watched your head fall against his chest. He slowly lowered you down onto the mattress before joining you. Pulling the duvet across yours and his body he then wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. 

“If only you weren’t Max’s sister.” He muttered before falling asleep beside you. 

—

Canada was your next race and Charles didn’t lie when he said he was going to take your advice. You kept your end of the deal up and let him pass but that didn’t mean you’d let him win. In the end, you’d managed to overtake him and finished in P1 and Charles was right behind you in P2. The pair of you couldn’t stop smiling at one another whilst you shared one of many podiums together. The interaction was something Max couldn’t keep his eyes off of, one minute you were sending Charles into a barrier and the next, the pair of you were dousing one another in champagne. 

“God I hate this colour!” Charles yelled from your hotel bathroom. 

“Navy looks good on everyone-”

“Not me.” He stood before you in your room, holding up his end of the deal he was wearing a shirt with your name on the back. 

“Show me the back.” The brunette reluctantly turned around. Much like he’d done with you, you took a picture of him. “My name looks good on you.”

“Mine looked better on yours.” He smirked back at you before the two of you burst into laughter but the happiness between you both didn’t last long.

Silverstone was arguably one of your favourite tracks, Max always seemed to struggle but you thrived on the historic track. Your words stayed in your rival's mind so much so that Charles won the race with you trailing in P2. P2 was a result any parent would be proud of for their child, especially in a sport as competitive as Formula 1. Max had to retire the car after three laps due to an engine failure so your Dad was already in a shitty mood and his daughter losing out to her rival had tipped him over the edge. 

Your team pulled you into large hugs, especially Christian who congratulated you with open arms but Jos didn’t even look at you. You tried to not let his attitude get to you but the memories of your childhood swarmed your head. Charles took his opportunity and poured his bottle of champagne down your neck which made you spin around and drench him in yours. The sight only angered Jos even more. He couldn’t believe you were acting like this after coming second and especially with Charles Leclerc.

After your interviews, Christian informed you that Jos wanted to see you in the garage. Brilliant. With a deep breath, you kept your head down and walked into the Redbull garage. “Dad? You wanted to see me?” 

He was leaning against your car, closely inspecting the machine before him. “What was that?”

“What was what?” 

“The race? P2? Really y/n?” 

“Dad I was still on the podium-”

“Not at the top you weren’t!” His voice grew. 

“Charles was the only driver that beat me, it was a close race… the car-”

“Stop blaming the car! It was your lack of skill-”

“My lack of skill? I’m a world champion I have enough skill-”

“Evidently not! You can’t even beat a man who isn’t even a world champion!” As he screamed he let his fist hit collide with a set of tools set beside you both. The sudden loud noise made you jump but that didn’t stop Jos. “You don’t become a world champion by coming in second, is Leclerc a world champion? No, he’s not, you wanna know why?” Jos stepped closer, his voice growing. “Because he’s a shit driver, he’s a pussy who can’t even make a decision, he doesn’t know whether to hit a wall or pit!”

“He’s a good driver…” Your voice was suddenly low. 

“What did you say?” Jos taunted.

“He’s a good driver…” 

“A good driver?” Your Dad scoffed. “If he’s your definition of a good driver then it’s no wonder why you didn’t win today.”

“Dad I’m still on track to win the championship this year, P2 isn’t a bad result.” 

“I didn’t raise you to come second, I raised you to win. If you can’t do that maybe you should rethink your career.” 

“Dad please-”

“Do you know how much I’ve sacrificed for you?” 

“Dad this isn’t about you-”

“You’re so selfish y/n. Do you think I wanted to get my daughter into F1? I always knew Max would be better than you. You’re lucky he has the talent he does because without it you wouldn’t be here and you know it.” He grabbed a tool and threw it towards the car, letting it bounce off close to you, yet again you jumped at his actions but this time tears threatened to spill. “You’re lucky that car is decent. You made me look like an idiot today and so did your brother, he was just lucky it was the car and not his lack of skill.” Jos stormed out of the garage, leaving you alone to sob your heart out. 

Your breathing started to quicken and the tears started to spill down your cheeks. Anytime Jos snapped at either you and Max the pair of you would be there for one another but Max was nowhere to be seen. He was more than likely hiding away from Jos in his room. Your hands clutched the side of the car as you attempted to steady your breathing but nothing was working, your body was shaking with fear as a panic attack swarmed your body but unbeknown to you Charles had been listening in the whole time.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay.” Charles pulled you from the car and into his arms, you fell into his touch as the two of you slumped against the wall, falling to the floor as he pulled you close. “Shh, don’t cry… y/n you’re safe.” His hands cupped your face, tilting your head to look up at his. His thumbs quickly swiped away your tears as you continued to cry. “He can’t hurt you, I promise you I won’t let him ever do that again…”

“I’m sorry…” Your tears damped his hands. 

“What are you apologising for?”

“I- I don’t know…” Your head fell against his chest, your breathing speeding up yet again. 

“y/n please listen to me… I need you to listen… name three things you can see.”

“What?” Your brows furrowed at his question. 

“Trust me, name three things you can see.”

“Umm… you, the car and uh mechanic tools.”

“Three things you can smell.”

“Champagne, metal… you know from the cars… burnt rubber.” Your body had stopped shaking and your breathing was slowing down. 

“Three things you can feel.”

“You… the champagne still on my suit… umm… my race suit?”

He looked down at you, a smile on his lips as he brushed your hair out of your face. “Perfect.”

“Why did you ask me that?”

“Stopped the panic attack, didn’t it?” You hadn’t even realised that you’d stopped shaking and your tears had slowed, your body was closer to his as he spoke. “When my Dad died I couldn’t stop getting panic attacks and my Mum would always ask me those questions and it would always work.” You smiled into his chest as he kissed the top of your head. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“How much did you hear?”

“All of it.”

“Why were you outside?” Pulling away from his chest you looked up at him. 

“I wanted to thank you and well… tell you something.”

“Thank me for what?”

“What you said to me weeks ago, about taking control. I did and I finally won a race this season.”

“Told you.”

“Who knows, maybe if we’d been caught together sooner I could’ve beaten you to a world championship.”

“You’re still driving a Ferarri Leclerc.”

“Maybe I’ll join Redbull one day.”

“You think you could take Max’s seat?”

“Was more thinking of your seat.” His face lit up after seeing you break into a smile. 

“Dream on Leclerc, you’ve got a better chance of winning a championship with Ferarri.” You felt his chest vibrate as he laughed at your words. “Charles?”

“Hmm?”

“What did you want to tell me?” 

He hesitated and now it looked as if he was the one who was going to break into a panic attack. “I’m sorry if this is rash or I’ve read everything wrong but I can’t keep this to myself anymore, y/n I like you and never in my life did I ever think I’d ever fall for my childhood rival, especially a Verstappen but that night we spent together when we were hiding from the press just felt different. Everything from the conversation to the way you fell asleep on my chest just felt right. I know you may not feel the same but even if you don’t I need to tell you, even if it means your brother will kill me… I-” 

Your hands cupped his jaw before putting your lips on his. Charles didn’t hesitate to pull you onto his lap, deepening the kiss as his hands trailed down your race suit. Your hands raked through his hair, tugging on his locks which made him groan into the kiss. In that moment everything bad that had happened to you that day had disappeared. Eventually, you both pulled back, breathlessly looking into one another's eyes. 

“Why did you have to be a Leclerc?” You smiled at him. 

“And why did you have to be a Verstappen?” 

—

That was two years ago. Two years ago the two of you had decided to make it official and two years were spent hiding it from Max and the rest of the world. Today was the first race of the season and you and Charles were spending the time you had left before having to pretend to hate one another. Your head was resting on his chest, your nails tracing his skin whilst his hands made their way through your hair. 

“How are you feeling about this season?” You moved your head to look up at him. 

“Confident enough to beat you.” He smirked down, his hands moving your hair from your face. “Can’t let you win a fourth championship, can I?” Last season you’d won and Charles had come second, Max had won the year before and Redbull had claimed the constructors championship for the sixth year in a row. 

“Don’t get ahead of yourself already Leclerc, it’s only the first race.”

“Every race counts Verstappen.” 

He leant down and planted his lips onto yours, his hands moving to cup your jaw whilst the other grabbed your hip and moved you to straddle him. He tugged at your bottom lip which made you moan at his actions. The hand once cupping your jaw trailed down your chest and made its way underneath your shirt. Pushing your shirt higher up he moved away from the kiss and pulled your shirt off your body, leaving you in just your underwear before him. His hands reached up to your boobs, cupping them and smirking as you let out a soft moan. His head turned to look at the clock beside his bed. 

“We’ve got time.” 

“If it’s anything like your driving we’ll be late.” Your flushed face smirked at your own words. Rolling his eyes Charles flipped the two of you over as he replied. 

“Shut up y/n.” His lips connected with yours as the two of you shared one last moment with one another before having to face the cameras. 

Bahrain was always a spectacle. Being the first race of the season meant more eyes than ever before were on you. The race was about to be underway, Charles was starting at the front, you were in P2 and Max was in P3. As you climbed into your car Charles turned his head and winked although his wink was more like a forced heavy blink. No matter how many times he did the action it always made you smile. Making sure no one was looking he quickly mouthed ‘I love you’ before getting in the car. You mouthed back to him, a smile on your face before putting your helmet on and getting into the car. 

“And it’s lights out and away we go! Verstappen gets a good start but Leclerc is holding off as best he can!” You may be his girlfriend but Charles would never let you pass easily but you didn’t need his kindness. After a few laps, you were able to overtake Charles, he was still firmly behind. 

After thirty laps you decided to pit before coming out behind your boyfriend. It didn’t take long for your tyres to warm up and within a few laps, you’d overtaken your boyfriend again. Just like the past few seasons, Redbull had completely dominated the tracks and now you were slowly coming up behind Pierre Gasly. Gasly had been given the instructions to let you pass and reluctantly he did so. As the Frenchman reluctantly moved out of the way he suddenly lost control of his car as he went around a corner, his car spun and hit yours and driving at hundreds of miles an hour, your car went flying into one of the barriers. 

The second your car collided with a barrier and Gasly spun out a red flag was immediately deployed on the track. “y/n are you okay?” You heard the familiar voice of Christian through your radio. Your whole body screamed in pain as you attempted to leave the car but it was too much. Your head fell back as you took deep breaths, trying to steady yourself when a sudden surge of heat started to warm your body. 

“Shit.” You mumbled and suddenly instincts kicked in. Despite the surge of pain you quickly scrambled to get yourself out of the car. Just as you started to climb out your head began to spin and before you knew it, everything went black. 

Meanwhile, Charles was slowly driving up to the scene before him. “Red flag, red flag, go slow and return to the pits.” His radio filled his ears. 

“What’s happened?”

“Verstappen and Gasly had an incident, both cars are out.”

“Are they okay?” 

“Gasly is out, no word from Verstappen yet.”

As the words filled his head Charles looked at the sight before him. A Redbull car clearly displaying your number on the side was being swarmed in flames. He didn’t think for a second. Charles stopped his car and quickly jumped out, little did he know your brother was following suit. The pair of them didn’t get far before being stopped by the stewards who begged them to return to their cars and head back to the pits. 

An ambulance quickly arrived and Charles and Max watched you being stretched onto the vehicle before being taken to a nearby hospital. “Why did you run out?” Max asked as he turned on his heel and returned to his car. 

A teary-eyed Charles looked at your brother, his breathing getting worse as he knew he had to tell Max what was really going on. “Max I’m sorry… we should’ve told you-”

“Told me what?” His patience had left his body. “Fucking hell spit it out, Leclerc!” 

“I love her Max! We’ve been together for two years and now she’s in a fucking ambulance and I don’t know if she’s okay… fuck what if she’s seriously hurt?” His hands ran through his hair as tears started to fall down his cheeks, panic taking over. 

At this moment Max wanted to rip him limb from limb. He wanted Charles to be in the back of that ambulance not you but the sight of him breaking down into tears and on the verge of a panic attack he couldn’t even let those thoughts come to fruition. If what he said was true and the two of you were together then it was clear he cared for you. No sane person would ditch their car and run out onto a track with cars driving fast enough to kill someone in an instant unless they really cared for them. Max took a step forward and pulled Charles in for a hug. Charles didn’t care if he was taken off guard by Max’s actions, he wrapped his arms around him and sobbed into his shoulder. 

“She’ll be okay,” Max spoke. “Let's get back to the pits and I’ll drive us to the hospital.” Your boyfriend nodded as he pulled away before he and your brother made their way back to the pits.

—

“Hello Miss Verstappen I’m Doctor Sharp.” You’d just climbed back into your race suit after some routine checks as a tall blonde woman began speaking to you. “You’re results from the scan are normal, we suspect you fainted due to the crash impact and the panic.”

“So I’m okay?” You asked. 

“You are.” She smiled. “I’ve forwarded the information to your race principal as your brother didn’t return my calls.”

“Who’s winning the race?” 

She laughed at your words. “You could have received a very serious head injury yet all you can think of is Formula 1? Well Russell is leading, Piastri is running P2 and Hamilton is in P3.” 

“You a fan of F1?” 

“I am which is why I was rather surprised to see you in here, never did I think a Verstappen would crash out.” You laughed gently at her words. 

“We all have our off days.” 

“We do indeed Miss Verstappen.” She handed you some medication. “There are some strong painkillers for you. Take them twice a day, I recommend morning and evening to help you through the day and sleep. The pain should subside in a couple of days but you have a month's supply in there. Any therapy you do for your skin should be done more often now, hot baths or showers will be your best friend for a while.” 

“Thank you.” 

“I have requested for a taxi to take you home or someone to come pick you. Again, I called your brother but I’ve had no reply-” 

“y/n!” Max’s voice cut the doctor off. Both he and Charles swung the doors open and sprinted to your bedside. “Is she okay?” Max asked the woman by your side. 

“She’s fine, she just took a big knock. You’re lucky you have fireproof suits otherwise the outcome would have been a lot worse.” She now turned to you. “You can come home with them, just tell reception when you leave. I’ll leave you to it.” She winked before leaving you with your brother and boyfriend.

“I’m going to fucking kill Gasly, absolute twat. Wasn’t that hard to let you through!” Max spat as he came to your side. 

“Max it was a mistake-”

“A mistake that could’ve cost your life!” 

“But it didn’t, I’m fine. It’s not like he meant it.” Your eyes flickered over to Charles who was standing watching the two of you with tears in his eyes. “Hello, Charles.” You wondered how he’d managed to travel with your brother without Max killing and questioning his actions. 

“Hi, y/n…” His voice broke as he spoke. 

“I know by the way.” Max grabbed your attention. “He told me.” 

“Told you what?” 

“You must’ve hit your head if you can’t remember that he’s your boyfriend.” Max smiled. “Look we’ll talk about it later but just know this as long as you’re happy then that’s all I care about but this doesn’t mean I like him.” 

Your hand fell on top of Max’s. “Thank you.” You fell into his chest, the two of you embracing in a hug. 

“I’m glad you’re okay. I knew you would be.” He laughed slightly as he pulled back. “I’ll leave you two, I’m just going to call Mum and Dad and let them know you’re okay.” He backed off to the door. “Try anything and I’ll put you through the wall.” Max glared at Charles before leaving the room. 

Within seconds Charles had his lips pressed onto yours, his hands cupping your jaw as he savoured every single second of the kiss. “He might be my best friend but I’m going to kill Gasly too.” You both smiled at his words. “How are you, my love?”

“My body aches but I’m fine, she’s given me medication so I should be okay.” 

“Thank God.” He planted another short kiss on your lips. “Look, I’m sorry that I told Max. It wasn’t my place and we should’ve told him together but seeing the fire and you in the ambulance I just couldn’t control my emotions, he asked why I just got out of my car and I told him. I’m sorry-”

“Charles you don’t need to apologise. I need to speak to Max about it. I shouldn’t have left it 2 years to tell my brother… my Dad is going to kill me.”

“For what part? The race or dating me?” 

“Both.” Your smile returned to your lips. 

“I won’t let him. He won’t ever raise his voice to you again.”

“My knight in shining armour.” You both broke into smiles before Charles kissed you once more. 

Max would never approve of the idea of you and Charles dating but it was something he would slowly warm up to although he’d never let Charles win whether he was your boyfriend or not and neither would you. He could ask you to marry him and you’d still make sure he’d never win as long as you were on the track. Your Mum was over the moon and loved Charles like he was one of her, your Dad on the other hand acted like you’d just thrown your career down the drain. The fans… well… they were ecstatic. 

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