riding charles while high
charles leclerc x fem!reader
summary : your boyfriend lets you try to ride him after sharing a joint, even though he already knows it's gonna end with him making all the effort
warnings : smut!! p in v, dom!charles, high sex, riding, doggy, a LOT of dirty talk, unprotected sex, rough sex, fingering, degrading language and charles being a little shit
a/n : here it is!! I had a lot of fun writing this one ngl, and i’m pretty proud of it! it was cool seeing how many of you wanted to read it so soon and that’s the only reason I ignored my schedule and chose to listen to y’all and post it before the fic that was supposed to go first. I hope you guys like it, let me know what you think!
Charles Leclerc was a focused man.
When you drive at the speed he does every weekend you kinda have to be. When you live your life at 200 km/h, jumping from two interviews to the gym and then to film more content, you have to keep your eye on the ball if you want to stay sane.
Victories, podiums, getting as many points as you can every single weekend, on and off the track. Points in the car, points with the media, with the fans...
That's exactly why he's so fond of breaks.
Not breaks in the calendar, since, between modelling and training, he also has to work during those. What he actually enjoys are the real breaks he gets from his world. Which aren't nearly as many nor as long as he would want.
They consist normally of just passing moments, like going out for dinner with his family or walking Leo around the monegasque mountains where the paparazzi can't find him. Moments in which he's either alone or with people he trusts.
And, specially, moments that don't require him to be alert. Because money can buy many things, but peace of mind isn't one of them.
At least, not if you take the traditional meaning.
What money can buy, however, is the closest thing to having his brain turned off that Charles can find.
It also can buy a big TV, a comfortable bed and the takeout dinner you and him had just shared in his room before lighting the joint you were now peacefully smoking from.
Your head was resting on his shoulder, eyes closed as you took another puff before your boyfriend stole it from you.
He knew he wasn't technically allowed to get high in any way. If the press found out about this, his PR team would have an absolute field day.
Luckily for him, you were the only one that knew about this little moments. And you sure as hell weren't planning on telling anyone.
When the smoke left his lips, you looked up at him with a smile that he immediately noticed.
"What?" He said in a lazy voice, glancing down at you.
The high little giggle that came out of you was completely involuntary. "Nothing."
Charles smirked, his green eyes softening as he looked down at you. The glow from the TV screen lit up his sharp features, making him look even more unfairly beautiful.
He took a slow drag from the joint and exhaled through his nose, smoke curling into the air like lazy ribbons. Without breaking eye contact, he passed it back to you.
One hand still hovered over the TV controller, his other hand absently stroking your hair in that way he always did when high and content.
"You're always giggly when you're high." He murmured in that deep accent of his.
"M'not high, who do you take me for?" You joked, taking the joint.
Charles snorted at your reply; a rare, unfiltered laugh slipping out.
He watched you take the joint with amusement, your cheeks puffing slightly as you inhaled.
"Ah oui, totally not high." He teased in mock seriousness. "That's why you're giggling like Leo when I scratch his belly."
He reached over and gently tapped your nose with his free hand, and then without warning, he leaned down and kissed the corner of your mouth: soft, warm... lingering just a second too long.
And when he was going to pull away, you moved your free hand to his neck, pulling him into another kiss.
Charles let out a quiet, surprised hum against your lips, instantly melting into it.
His free hand dropped the controller completely, forgotten on the bed. He cupped your jaw gently with his warm palm, thumb brushing your cheekbone while his other arm curled around you to pull you closer.
The joint burned low between your fingers as your boyfriend kissed you slow and sweet; all lazy affection and that soft monegasque warmth.
High or not... this was perfect.
He nipped playfully at your bottom lip before diving back in for another kiss, deeper this time, and you slowly moved to his lap.
Charles' breath hitched as you settled onto his thighs, your weight warm and familiar against him, and he instinctively wrapped both arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.
His lips found yours again, hungry now; kissing deeper, messier. One hand slid up to tangle in your hair while the other traced slow circles on your lower back through the fabric.
You pulled away, smirking, and took another drag of the joint.
Charles exhaled sharply when you pulled away, his lips still slightly parted, the sudden loss of your kiss leaving a weird little void.
He watched you take that slow drag from the joint, smoke curling around your face in the dim glow of the TV. His eyes followed every movement; the way your lips wrapped around it, how relaxed and beautiful you looked high and smirking at him like that.
You moved your free hand to his hair, pulling him towards you, and leaned closer to his lips as the smoke stayed in your mouth.
Charles froze for half a second, eyes flicking to your lips and the thin wisp of smoke still clinging between them.
You were dangerous like this. High, bold, and full of mischief.
With zero hesitation, driven by pure instinct and the quiet throb of want in his chest, he closed the gap again. When he slightly opened his mouth just next to yours, you exhaled the smoke into him.
The warm rush of it hit Charles' lips and filled his mouth, sweet, herbal and yours.
He didn't flinch. Didn't pull back. Instead, he kissed you through it, letting the shared smoke mingle between your mouths in a slow, hazy exchange.
It was messy. Intimate in a way that made your stomach flip.
When he finally broke for air, his cheeks were slightly flushed under that cool guy facade... and there was a dazed little smile playing on his lips.
You took advantage of the space to take your t-shirt off, making his eyes darken slightly as they swept over you; bare skin glowing in the TV light.
He didn't say anything at first, just looked like he was memorizing every curve. Then his hands moved on instinct; warm palms sliding up your sides, gentle but firm.
He leaned in again slowly... not for another kiss right away, but to press a trail of soft kisses down from your jaw... along your collarbone... and lower...
You gasped when he got to your breasts, making him smirk against your skin.
He took his time; soft kisses on the swell of each tit, then slow, teasing brushes of his lips over the sensitive skin. His hands cradled you gently as he worshipped every inch with his warm mouth and careful fingers.
When he finally closed his lips around a nipple; kissing first, then softly sucking, the effect was immediate.
You instinctively arched into him, letting your head fall back with a quiet moan as he kept going; soft kisses and gentle nips around one nipple while his thumb brushed over the other.
He loved how responsive you were when high, how every little touch made you melt.
He switched to the other side then, paying equal attention; soft suction that turned into gentle bites, not enough to hurt, just enough to make your breath hitch again.
Charles felt your fingers tangle in his hair, finally, and a low hum of approval vibrated from his chest.
He liked that. Loved it, actually.
Encouraged by the silent plea, he increased the pressure just slightly; more focused suction on one nipple while his hand cupped and teased the other.
And then, without warning, he slid one hand down your stomach.
His palm glided downward; warm, calloused from steering wheels, and so careful.
His fingers hovered just above the waistband of your panties now, teasing.
He kissed his way back up to your neck; soft nips along the column of it, before whispering against your skin. "Je t'aime comme ça..." (I love you like this...)
"Comme ça..." He repeated quietly, voice low and rough around the edges. "Relaxed. Happy. High."
He brushed a strand of hair from your forehead before adding with that quiet accent; "And all mine right now."
Then he kissed you again, slow and deep this time; not hungry or messy like before, but tender... loving.
Your hands moved to the waistband of his sweatpants as you kissed him back, making his breath hitch. His hips twitched slightly on instinct, pressing up into you without meaning to.
He was already hard. So hard.
But he let you take the lead this time; no rushing, no demanding. Without saying anything, he lifted his hips slightly to help you pull them down further... silently giving you permission.
When you pulled his sweats and boxers down, Charles smirked into the kiss. He knew this game.
He broke the kiss just enough to whisper against your lips. "You always get tired halfway."
You rolled your eyes, not wanting to give in. "I won't."
Charles chuckled, low and warm against your lips, not entirely convinced. He loved how determined you sounded, the way you were sitting on his lap like a woman on a mission, all soft skin and fire in your eyes.
But he also knew the truth: high as hell, muscles loose... by minute two of riding him? You'd probably melt into his chest with a sleepy sigh.
Still... he wasn't about to argue.
Instead, he kissed you again, deeper this time, and slid one hand up to cup the back of your neck while the other trailed down your spine. Encouraging and guiding.
His large hands gripped your hips, fingers pressing into your soft skin as he lifted you just enough; not to sit down on him, just to feel the tip of his cock tease your entrance.
"Mm?" He hummed against your lips, eyes half-lidded and dark with lust. "Y'wanna ride me good, baby?"
You nodded, and he lowered you slowly, letting just the head slide inside before pausing, drawing it out. His thumb traced lazy circles on your hip while the other hand stayed at the back of your head, keeping you close.
"S'gonna be a bumpy ride." He murmured with that shit-eating grin, breath hot against your lips. "And you always get tired."
"I won't this time." You replied, finally sinking down on him.
A low groan vibrated in his chest as you took him in; tight, wet and perfect.
"Mm, that's what you always say..." He breathed, hands tightening on your hips as you began to move, already feeling the familiar rhythm that made his head spin. "And then about five minutes in, you're all 'Charles, I can't—please!'"
You ignored him and kept moving, making him bite back a smile as he watched you bounce on his dick with that determined expression on your face. His hands moved to your breasts, squeezing them gently as he started to thrust up into you, meeting your bounces.
"That's it, ride my dick." He whispered, pinching your hard nipples between his fingers. "Keep fucking me like y'mean it, baby. Maybe this time you won't get tired."
One hand slid from your tits down to your ass, giving it a light smack before pulling you down harder onto him.
He kept talking that shit; low, dirty french murmurs against your neck, lips and ears. His other hand moved between your legs to rub your clit in slow circles, knowing it wouldn't be long before you were a panting, shaking mess on his lap. "C'est ça, ma chérie. Fuck yourself on my cock."
You moaned again. God, he was good with his fingers.
"I know." He smirked against your lips, loving the way your voice cracked when you were high. He pressed his thumb harder against your clit, rubbing tight, relentless circles that made your hips stutter.
"Already getting tired, hm? Moving slower..." He teased, thrusting sharply up into you. "Told you... give it two minutes and you're tapping out."
"I'm not..." You wimpered, still moving.
"Right." He hummed sarcastically, smacking your bouncing breasts. "Keep telling yourself that, love. Your pussy's already squeezing my dick like you're gonna come." He thrust again, hitting that spot inside you that made you louder.
"See?" He kissed you roughly, biting your lip. "You're fucking soaked and sloppy on my dick. And you're slowing down." He started to fuck up into you harder; knowing it wouldn't take long now. "Give up, princess."
"N-no..." You shook your head, trying to move faster.
He watched you try to pick up the pace; your tits bouncing messily, your face flushed. He spread his legs wider, giving you more leverage to bounce on his dick. But he knew your high body, and it got lazy quickly during sex.
"Mentally compromised." He breathed out, a low laugh rumbling in his chest. "You're high as fuck and trying to prove a point. It's adorable."
His fingers found your clit again, rubbing faster now. "But look at you, already leaning forward, hands on my chest for balance." He smacked your ass, hard enough to sting.
You moaned at the smack, making his smile widen.
"Love that sound." He murmured, gripping your ass where he'd just smacked you to soothe the sting. "But your legs are shaking, baby." He watched your knees buckle slightly as you tried to keep bouncing, your movements becoming sloppy and erratic.
"Told you... five minutes max." He grabbed your hips, stopping your movements entirely. "Tap out."
But you stubbornly kept moving, trying to prove yourself.
He let you keep going, barely. Your movements were pathetic now, just tiny little rises and falls, like you were too lazy to commit. Your head lolled against his shoulder, eyes half-closed, lips parted.
"That's it." He cooed, amused as hell. "Fight it for another thirty seconds."
He felt your movements get even slower, your pussy barely sliding up and down his dick now. He knew you were almost there, completely stoned-out and fucking worthless on his lap.
"Look at you." He whispered, his voice thick with desire. "So fucking high and stupid." He pinched your nipple hard enough to make you whimper.
You tried to keep moving, but could only rub yourself instead of bouncing.
"Stop fucking trying." He commanded, his voice firm but gentle, slapping your ass again for emphasis. "You're just humping me now... look at you, grinding your little pussy on my cock like a slut."
You whined, trying to hump him faster. But since you weren't actually moving up and down on his length, you were only overstimulating yourself.
"Oh my god." He laughed, low and rough. "You're gonna make yourself come just from humping my dick."
He watched with dark amusement as you desperately ground your clit against his pelvic bone, chasing friction you weren't getting properly.
You were just rubbing yourself raw, your little brain too fogged to realize you weren't actually fucking him anymore as you kept humping his cock like a horny puppy.
His hands moved to your waist, holding you still.
You whined, your head dropping to hide against his shoulder as your hips kept trying to search for any kind of friction
"You're a fucking mess." He murmured, one hand moving to hold your head against his shoulder while the other slapped your ass again, harder this time. "Stop fucking humping me, you're not even getting any dick this way. Tap out, baby."
You whined again at the slap, one of your hands finally moving to his shoulder, tapping twice.
He didn't stop you from continuing to grind; you'd earned the right to rub your clit raw on his cock since you'd tapped out, but he was in control now.
"That's my good girl. Let me take over."
He took your hips in a firm grip, stopping your movements entirely. "You're so fucking high you can't even bounce properly anymore." He laughed, dark and low. "You're just humping my cock like a dog in heat." He slapped your pussy again, this time harder.
"Hands and knees." He said, pushing you down gently but firmly. "Keep your face buried in the pillow, you're too fucking high to argue anyway." He grabbed your hips roughly, pulling them up higher. "This is how we're gonna fuck now."
He pinned your arms back behind you, holding your wrists together in one of his large hands.
You were completely at his mercy now, ass elevated, face buried in the pillow, and unable to control a fucking thing.
"Mhm, much better." He purred, giving your ass a good hard smack that made you cry out into the pillow.
He pushed back inside you in one smooth thrust, feeling you still soaking wet from your desperate humping.
"Fucking ruin of a ride." He grunted, already snapping his hips forward.
"Shh, shh..." Charles soothed, thrusting deep and rough, pinning your wrists tighter behind you as he fucked into you with hard, deep strokes that made your thighs shake uselessly against the mattress. "You tapped out, remember? Now y'take it."
You moaned against the pillow, closing your eyes at the feeling.
"That's it, baby, just feel it." He kept a brutal pace, his other hand coming down to spank your ass intermittently as he fucked you.
His fingers dug into your hips bruisingly as he held you in place to take each deep thrust.
Your brain just... checked out. Your moans became mindless, your hips stopped trying to move with him, just flopping uselessly instead. No coordination, no effort; just letting him use you.
"That's my girl." He whispered, his voice dripping with dark affection. "No thinking. Just a fucking hole for my cock."
He kept your wrists pinned tight behind your back, effectively trapping you in that submissive, mindless headspace. Every deep thrust forced little broken noises out of your throat, muffled by the pillow. You were completely liquid beneath him; limp, pliant, and utterly fucked out.
"Mhm..." He groaned, loving the sound of your mindless whimpers. "You're totally gone, aren't you? Just a little slut for me to fuck into the mattress." He spanked you hard enough that your legs jiggled uselessly against the bed.
You still nodded against the pillow, letting him use you. God, you fucking loved when he got like this...
"Yeah, I know." He cooed condescendingly, watching your face smushed into the pillow. "Can't even speak properly, can you?"
He slowed his thrusts down just enough to be torturous, grinding his hips deep instead of pounding you.
"Just nodding your head like a dumb little puppy. You're so fucking fried!"
You whined again, making him smile.
"Shh, I know." He mocked gently, pressing his chest against your back to keep you completely pinned. "Your brain is all mushy. Too much weed, too much dick, y'can't function, can you?"
He spanked your ass again, watching the flesh ripple. "Poor baby. Completely useless."
Your moans pitched up into high, desperate whines, your brain turning to absolute mush under the brutal rhythm as he picked up the pace.
He was pounding you into the mattress now, using your pinned wrists as leverage to fuck you deeper and harder, leaving you zero room to think or move.
"That's it." He gritted out, watching your body just bounce helplessly with every thrust. "Fucking take it."
Your legs began twitching uncoordinatedly against the mattress, your inner muscles clenching and releasing sporadically around his dick.
You were completely overwhelmed, overstimulated by the rough sex, the degrading words and the position trapping you.
"Come on, little stoner." He taunted, feeling you on the edge. "Come on my dick like a good girl, show me how dumb y'are." He spanked your pussy hard, right where you were being stretched open on his cock.
Your orgasm hit you like a truck, your back arching as you screamed into the pillow, your entire body convulsing helplessly. You were completely out of it; mindless, senseless, just a shaking, twitching mess on the end of his dick as you came hard enough to see stars.
He didn't let up, kept fucking you through your orgasm, dragging it out until you were sobbing into the pillow, your body trembling. "That's it, give it to me." He grunted, feeling your pussy clenching around him on its own. "Fucking wreck."
He felt his own climax building, his thrusts becoming erratic and deep. You were still twitching from your orgasm, completely limp and useless, your face still buried in the pillow, arms pinned uselessly behind your back.
"Going to fill you up, princess." He warned, his voice strained. "You're too fucking gone to even understand what I'm saying, aren't you?"
You really were far too gone. The only thing you could feel was the absolute pleasure still running through your veins.
"Yeah, you're not even listening." He groaned, feeling your pussy still clenching weakly around him. "Just a dumb fucked out slut... fuck- that's it.."
With a final thrust, he buried himself balls deep inside you and came hard, his warm cum releasing inside you in thick and sticky ropes.
He stayed there, his cock pulsing as he filled you up completely. He kept your wrists pinned, keeping your face pressed into the pillow as he caught his breath, his body tense with aftershocks.
Slowly, he began to pull out, and you could feel his cum dripping down your thighs.
He watched his seed slowly leak out of you, mixing with your arousal and running down your legs. He smirked to himself, loving the sight of his mark on you. With a final pat to your ass, he released your wrists, letting you collapse forward completely onto the mattress.
You closed your eyes, trying to catch your breath.
He laid down beside you, watching your chest rise and fall rapidly, your eyes squeezed shut in utter exhaustion.
"You're gone, princess." He whispered, brushing your messy hair away from your sweaty face. "Totally gone."
You hummed. "And whose fault is that..?"
