Trouble➔DR3 X GR63

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Everyone I'm so incredibly proud of her.

She is not only one of the nicest people but also one of the most talented. If you don't know her go check her out immediately you won't regret it I promise. Everything she writes is just so good and I honestly can't wait to read a hole book from her.

She is such an inspiration and whenever I read something from her I just want to get better at writing. And she is also very nice to talk to.

I'm so happy for her and this huge accomplishment.

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hey yall. just incase anyone was interested - illicit affairs REAL VERSION is available for kindle preorder now <3

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girls & boys - charles leclerc x reader x carlos sainz

“the girls with the bodies like boys with ferraris” girls & boys / good charlotte

a/n: hi loves i hope u enjoy this. sorry for my absence, i hope this fic can make up for it. originally i was just gonna go 1.5k and call it a day but it just kept going and your suggestions helped me get to almost 4k words so i hope u like it

it’s not proofread or anything bc nessa is too busy having a life to read my fanfiction before i post it and i’m too impatient to wait longer than a singular minute for a text response so nessa ily and to y’all i’m sorry for the mistakes and if this sucks. it’s not totally my fault 🤍

warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, sex, oral (m+f), anal, threesome, dp, dont read if u dont like this stuff i beg u

You were in awe as you watched the two Ferrari boys finish one after the other. The checkered flag waved and the garage erupted in celebrations. Mechanics ran down the pit lane, excited but not shocked at what their hard work had brought them.

The smartphone in your hand lit up with notifications, and you ran to Instagram to post the graphics you'd been waiting for. You spent your time preparing winning graphics for any race outcome, but they had been sitting in an unused folder for long enough. You grinned, pulling out the 1-2 graphic you had prepared, but never expected to use so soon.

The team had worked unbelievably hard on making sure their car performed up to their expectations and crossed their fingers it would exceed. But Formula One is unpredictable, and you could never be too sure.

You cheered along as Charles pulled into Parc Ferme and celebrated as he jumped out, standing tall on top of his race-winning car. You knew he was grinning from ear to ear under his helmet, and probably shedding a tear or two. He deserved the win, so badly.

Your job was hard - wanting to be in the heat of the cheers and singing and celebrations, but you had obligations. Millions of people were waiting to repost your winning graphic, so you backed away to finalize a few more posts and tweets.

The sounds around you heightened and you looked up to see Carlos waving as he headed for the second step on the podium. He beamed with joy finally seeing everything he worked toward last year come to fruition.

Charles followed, running up to the top step he missed so much. You smiled, but quickly directed your attention back to your phone.

Once you felt your work was satisfactory, you headed to find today's winning drivers to congratulate them in person.

You knocked on the door to Charles' drivers room, hearing both voices inside. "Hey, it's y/n," you said. Carlos' smiling face appeared quickly on the other side of the door to greet you. "Congratulations!" You said to them. They both smiled and blushed, looking almost shy. You narrowed your glare at both of them. "You aren't more excited?"

"Of course I am excited," Charles said with a smile on his face, "but I am also exhausted." He let out a heavy breath and rested his hand on his falling chest. Your eyes were drawn to his veiny hand that had been gripping his steering wheel for the last hour, and then gripped the champagne bottle with such strength.

The video came through your notifications from the official F1 account, and you lost your breath when you saw it. He held the champagne tight, with a go-pro camera attached to the end. His rings were in perfect view and you quickly looked around to make sure no one noticed you spending too much time on a short clip. You happily reposted it to Ferrari's Instagram story, but the image remained in your mind long after.

Carlos sat on the couch, agreeing with his sentiment. "I want to sleep for days."

You laughed. "Sleep is for losers." He rolled his eyes and let his head fall back onto the edge of the couch with a scoff. "You're not seriously going to sleep after this one-two, are you?"

Charles gripped the table behind him and leaned back. "To be honest, I don't even want to leave this room." Carlos chimed in, agreeing with him once again while his eyes stayed closed and towards the ceiling.

"You can't stay here all night." You replied, annoyed with their casual nonchalance after such a huge win.

Charles cocked his head. "Says who?" He looked around quickly. "You?"

You rolled your eyes at his tone of voice. "There's an entire team of engineers and strategists waiting to congratulate you two, and you're going to leave them hanging because you're tired?" Neither of them responded.

You waved your arm to get them moving. "C'mon, let's go." You reached for the doorknob, but the heavy slam of a hand against the door stopped you in your tracks.

"We're not going anywhere." Your heart began to race as you peered to the left and saw Charles staring down at you, a hunger in his eyes even a race win couldn't satisfy.

His eyes made your breathing become erratic. Focusing on breathing wasn't possible with Charles Leclerc looking down to you.

Despite how lost you could get in his eyes, you were here for work. You refocused yourself and started again. "I don't get paid enough for this," you scoffed and turned around to see Carlos pick his head up. "I'm not your mommy or daddy, I'm just here for content." You made direct eye contact with both of them. "Which you two are giving me none of."

"Say that again." Carlos said. You didn't have the same native language, so you assumed he just misunderstood.

You cleared your throat and started to speak. "I said, I don't get paid enough for-"

"No," he interrupted. "Not that part."

You looked at him, confused. "I'm not your mommy or daddy, I'm just here for-"

Carlos had a bad habit of interrupting, but his voice made you swoon, so you didn't mind. "Again."

You had a puzzled expression, and looked to Charles for context. He stood with his arms crossed and shrugged his shoulders, but the look on his face said he knew.

"I'm not your mommy or daddy." You looked at Carlos as you finished your final word. He swallowed harshly and adjusted his position on the couch.

You heard Charles clear his throat behind you. "Your voice sounds beautiful speaking any words, but that one in particular..." He stepped closer and brushed his fingertips against your already goosebump-covered forearm.

The contact made you jump, but he was right next to you to reassure you. "It's just me," he said in a low whisper. He left a few soft kisses on the slope of your neck. “You didn’t watch us on the podium," he breathed into your skin.

“I had work to do. Your fans were waiting.” You said.

“We were waiting.” Your heartbeat picked up, moving a few beats faster per minute.

“You had plenty of eyes on you. You didn’t need mine too.”

His hand moved from your arm to your hip. “What if I wanted them?” He pulled you in so your backside was nestled into his chest.

You turned slightly to get a glimpse of Charles face behind you. He kissed your lips, leaving a tingling sensation behind. “Well, now you got them.” You could watch Charles all night.

He scoffed in your ear, and the grin on his face was apparent in the sound.

His lips brushed the soft skin below your ear and you felt a tingle run down your spine.

It made sense. They didn’t want to leave, but they still wanted to celebrate.

Your eyes were focused forward on Carlos, whose hands rested on his muscular, spread legs. You felt the liquid courage of the champagne run through your body, wanting to jump right into Carlos' lap, despite all the words flowing into your ear from a different man. The energy in the room was unfamiliar but not uncomfortable. And you wanted to explore it.

You stepped forward, tugging on Charles’ grip, but he didn’t fight. You rested your hands on Carlos’ shoulders and moved to wrap your legs around his, but he stopped you. He quickly spun you around so you sat in his lap but faced Charles, falling comfortably into Carlos’ embrace.

While his hands once rested on his own thighs, you watched intently as they roamed yours. He gripped your legs and spread them wide open, bruises most definitely forming on the skin beneath his thumbs. A loud breath escaped your lips as he tugged at the flesh, causing your eyes to roll back in pleasure.

Charles scoffed. “Eyes on me.”

You followed his orders, gazing at him through your long lashes. He flashed a devilish grin at you and slowly stepped closer, causing your blood pressure to rise. His tongue parted his lips and had you intensely staring at the movements.

Hands wandered your body, and you bit your lip in response. Carlos snaked his hands under your Ferrari polo and slowly lifted it off, leaving your feeling exposed and vulnerable. You covered up out of instinct, but your hands were pulled away quicker than you expected.

Your lacy bralette and jeans still shielded your body from the Ferrari boys, and you started to overthink even showing up in the first place until you heard the sweet sounds of Carlos’ voice in your ear. “You look so sexy on my lap like this.”

You blushed.

“She does,” Charles agreed. He leaned down to you, his face mere inches from yours and his hands resting on your knees.

You’d only ever been this close to the both of them when they embraced you in a celebratory group hug, but this was so much better. You felt Charles’ warm breath on your skin as he pressed his lips to your neck, slowly moving further down your body. You moaned and shifted slightly, earning a matching groan from Carlos. You felt him twitch under you, so you ground your hips into his lap. You couldn’t see his reaction, but the sounds were enough to send you spiraling.

Charles took the opportunity to slide your pants off quickly and create some friction where you needed it the most. The dexterity of his fingers drove you mad and he quickly pushed aside the fabric and slid one inside, working you better than you could’ve ever dreamed of.

Watching him on the top step of the podium, you could’ve never imagined he’d feel this way.

He created a rhythm with his movements and Carlos matched that rhythm by grinding you down onto himself.

You squeezed your eyes shut in pleasure, and yelped when you felt the warm sensation of Charles’ tongue between your thighs. Carlos spread your legs open further, not allowing you to forget about him. Even if it wasn't his tongue lapping at you, he still needed to contribute to your pleasure in any way he could.

You would never forget about him or Charles after that night. You had always been drawn to them, and it seemed the feeling was absolutely reciprocated. It just took a 1-2 to figure it out.

Carlos peered over your shoulder for a peek at your body writhing under his grasp. He muttered “fuck,” when he saw Charles buried between your legs. Lifting you off of his lap swiftly with one arm, he used the other to rid himself of his clothing - the only barrier left between you and him.

Charles came up for air and took a step back to admire you, eyes searing every inch of your skin. He paid close attention to your reaction to Carlos’ touches, like time was moving in slow motion.

You moaned at the skin to skin contact as he lowered you down, overloading your sensations.

You rubbed your wet lips over his hard cock, rocking back and forth. The sweet sounds of your arousal filled the room you were trying your best to keep quiet in. There were so many other people around, and the only sound you heard was yourself.

He gripped your hips, guiding your motions and pressing his fingers firmly into your skin. As his tip teased your entrance with each glide of your bodies, you thought back to when you were last fucked. Instinctively, your hand drifted down your body as you prepared for how tight you were about to be for him.

You hissed as he lowered you down, stretching your walls just as you’d expected. “Fuck,” you muttered between heavy breaths. His hands guided you until you got your own pace and he was delighted to bring his attention elsewhere - your tits.

Carlos wasn’t a man of too many words, but the sounds he made were exquisite and music to your ears.

“Eyes here, darling,” Charles politely demanded of you again. You lifted your lashes to obey his command, remembering how badly he wanted you to watch him earlier.

Your stomach erupted in butterflies when you realized what was truly going on.

How were you going to show up to work tomorrow?

This wasn’t real.

Fuck, you thought, feeling Carlos hit deep inside of you. Charles began to step forward to continue his work until he suddenly stopped.

Everyone suddenly stopped.

A knock.

“Charles?” Another few knocks. “Carlos?”

You looked around as you heard the familiar man’s voice ring through your ears. Someone was looking for them. Your body shook as Carlos continued to hold you up, his arms weak from the shock, but his cock twitching inside of you.

“Uh,” Charles scrambled around. “One moment, I am changing.”

“People are asking for you! Hurry up!” The footsteps trailed off and you thought you were safe until you heard again. “Oh, and if you see Carlos, let him know we’re looking for him.”

The boys seemed flustered. More flustered than you’d seen them in a while. So you started to roll your hips without the aid of Carlos. His breathing increased, and slowly he started to draw out his breaths vocally. He was whimpering, almost powerless to your hips.

“Y/n,” he whined, but you continued.

You laughed as you felt him twitch inside of you, rocking your hips faster than before to finish him off good. You quickly slid off to get dressed before anyone else interrupted.

As you pulled your pants up your legs, a finger brushed the falling hair out from your eyes. The boy who ate your pussy and then watched you get fucked by his teammate. You wanted to know so badly what was on his mind. “We’re not done here.” He promised with a soft kiss on your cheek. You adjusted one of the buttons on your polo before turning around to see Carlos still in a hazy state. “I’ll see you tonight too, yeah?” You asked him. He smiled back.

You double checked your pants pocket for your cellphone before peering into the hallway and sneaking out to get back to work.

He wasn’t kidding when he said he wasn’t done. After the boys went through all the formalities and you finished up your tasks for the night, you prepared for the party. Charles' eyes were on you during the entire after party.

You sipped on drinks and munched on appetizers with the others in the marketing department, filling conversations with the things they all had in common - marketing, and racing. Never wanting to talk about anything else.

You rolled your eyes and found an out through your almost empty glass, retreating to the bar. Ordering another round would help get through the boring analytics and graphics conversations you’d have to endure before getting to end your night the right way.

You reached for the newly prepared drink when you felt a supportive hand on your lower back. Charles. “Hey,” he said, lifting his brows and grinning in a reassuring way. You took notice of his gesture, but didn’t want to draw too much of your own attention to it, hoping to not attract the attention from others.

“What’s on your mind?”

“You,” he said, matter of factly. You rolled your eyes, annoyed at yourself for expecting anything different as an answer after your earlier adventures.

"Yeah?" You asked. "What about me?"

He let out an exasperated sigh. "You and your incessant nature." He sighed again, but this time in frustration.

You squinted at him, confused. "Did I do something to upset you?" You looked behind you, wondering why his hand needed to be on you if you had made him angry or annoyed in any way.

"No, no," he reassured you.

A red-polo clad employee approached the two of you, interrupting his line of thought. "Congratulations, Charles." He said.

"Grazie," he smiled, giving the man a hug.

He looked over to you. "And great job today, y/n. Loved the posts."

You blushed at the compliment. "Oh, thank you."

He playfully shoved Charles shoulder. "Maybe you could teach Leclerc here a thing or two about Instagram."

You agreed with him and laughed as he walked off.

"Do you want to invite him back to your hotel room tonight too?" Charles snarked, turning back towards the bar.

"What?" You looked at him, furrowing your brows in confusion.

"Are you not just inviting anyone back to your room tonight?"

"No?" Your jaw dropped and you smirked. "Is someone... jealous?"

He slammed his fist on the bar hard enough for you to jump but not enough for others to notice. "So what if I am? I just won a race and I watched you get fucked by the guy who finished p2." He ran his fingers through his hair. "And I've been hard thinking about you since. At this point, I don't even care if it's you or my own hand, I just need some relief. It's driving me insane."

You watched his confession, keeping a close eye on the way his lips moved. "As tempting as that sounds to watch..." The hairs on his forearm shoot up as you run your finger over the skin slowly, leaning down to his ear to whisper, "I really need a race winner to finish inside of me tonight."

He swallowed hard. Eyes straight forward. Thinking about your body and how it would look on top of him, not Carlos. Hoping, no - praying - you'd keep your promise.

And you kept your promise.

You had him under your grip, moaning at your touch and begging for more. He got more than he bargained for, but he felt incredible. The sun peeked out from behind the hotel curtains, pleading both of you to finally finish each other off and call it a night. But you loved to see him squirm. The way he sucked in fast when he thought he might cum, and the whiney mess you were left with when you pulled away right before he could get a taste of what he wanted, needed.

He thrusted into your throat, urging you to go deeper, and you pulled away. And he just sighed. Used to the games you played over the last hour. His expression picked up when you tossed your leg over his lap and straddled him, quickly sliding down onto his cock with ease.

The worn out look on his face turned to pure pleasure as you bounced on his lap. "Fuck," he breathed, "finally." He twirled his tongue around your nipple before pulling it between his teeth.

The sound of the hotel room door opening made you jump, but his hands quickly held you in place by your ass. "You're not going anywhere now." He didn't halt your motions, he merely changed them. You ground your hips into his and craned your neck around towards the door.

Carlos. You opened your mouth to utter his name, but Charles began thrusting hard into you. "Who is making you feel this good?" He whispered in your ear, diverting your attention and words back to the man under you. "Fuck, Charles." You fell limp into his chest and he pulled you down on top of him as you continued to move around him.

You gave your visitor the optimal view.

His footsteps were prominent as he made his way toward the edge of the bed.

Charles continued to thrust into you, but your pace slowed when you felt a cold finger graze your most sensitive skin.

"Don't let me interrupt," he chuckled. "There's enough of her to go around." His words made your head spin, but your stomach tightened at the reality when you heard the sound of his zipper.

His seeping head brushed a hole unfamiliar to both, but it wouldn't budge and you clenched at the feeling. He gripped your cheek in his hand. "That is what you want, right?" He asked. "Both of us, filling you?" As he squeezed your ass once more, his thumb slipped further than before, stiffening your spine and causing you to suck in a breath.

Charles opened his eyes at the sound and slowed his motions. "You okay?" He asked quietly, face to face with your pain-stricken face as you adjusted to the feeling. You nodded.

The discomfort turned to pleasure. And that pleasure turned to want. And when he pulled his finger out of your ass, it turned into need. You needed to feel both of them. It was what you had been waiting for. And tonight, the team's win, was the perfect occasion.

You knew what to expect. Charles held you and spoke those same reassurances you already knew. He held you as your cries of pain turned to cries of pleasure. And once the pleasure hit, you knew you wouldn't last long.

A euphoric wave washed over you like none you had ever felt before.

And as you recovered from your earth-shattering orgasm, you experienced what you had been waiting so long for.

You were in awe as you watched the two Ferrari boys finish one after the other.

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