#team principal!reader

The future of RedBull

Summary: At just 22, Yn has already made her mark as Red Bull Racing’s powerful and ambitious Team Principal. As the 2026 season draws to a close, she quietly sets her sights on two unexpected drivers. A secret dinner in Switzerland may change everything.

Pit Stop: Hey guys. I’m trying something new. Hope you enjoy. Please be aware that this is just a story! My requests are still open!

Team principal!reader/Charles

Tw: under-negotiated dynamic (for plot reasons, I strongly encourage kink negotiating irl), subdrop, irresponsible dom behaviour, angst.

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It had been a while since you and Charles started your little adventure. You are trying not to think about it when you step outside of your house and put on your ‘boss’ facade. You wouldn’t admit that Charles’ little face, wet with desire and need, finds its way into your brief moments of daydreaming while you try to go on your business during the day. You wouldn’t admit that you keep his letters where he describes what he wants you to do to him in detail in a locked drawer in your office, either. To save some face, you keep this ‘situationship’, as you name it, unstructured, like random, powerful bursts of light that ignite your soul every now and then. You sometimes wonder if you will ever collar him, make him completely yours but you shake that thought off immediately as it comes because what is happening is nothing but a fling. A dangerous one for both of you, undoubtedly. 

Still, you find yourself holding his head fondly at a moment that feels like has been stolen from heaven. Charles is on your bedroom floor, knees digging into the carpet uncomfortably, bound by scarlet ropes matching with old bite marks and hickeys you scattered on normally covered parts of his body. He is panting, trying to keep his composure after staying like that for an hour at that point. You had tied him up like that when he arrived at your place unannounced. You still had work stuff to finish. 

Obviously, after he takes his place as a prized statue on your bedroom floor, you already know that you are not going to get anything done tonight. Nevertheless, you kill time to get him worked up and to watch him break under anticipation. The slight guilt creeps up on you. You know, as a fact, that you are not indeed taking advantage of his submission. You are not his dom, you are just domming him occasionally. He is an adult who knows his safe words to get himself out of this situation. While you use these arguments to clear your conscience, you already know that he couldn’t say no to whatever you want from him because he is already far too gone in submission since the day he saw you. 

To avoid overthinking even further, you drop your laptop and pace toward him. You see his body flinch with your sudden movement and catch his glossy doe eyes. He is far too gone, nearly shaking with the anxiety brought by anticipation. You grab his hair and tug it experimentally to see how he reacts. His body follows your weak tug and loses balance. He is far too gone into subspace to do anything but follow your lead but you know that it is an anxious submission. You know that Charles is trying to find comfort and belonging at a place where he doesn’t even know if he is welcome. Your insistence on not defining where this is going forces you two to flirt with the boundaries of subdrop and even domdrop during every scene. 

You let go of his hair and watch him miserably fall to his side with the movement. He is holding back tears now. He feels like he would die if he is forced to be somewhere else than your vicinity right now but he also feels like he is about to jump out of his skin with uncertainty. He cannot stop himself from falling into the subspace but he cannot feel completely safe either because he doesn’t know when this is going to end and when he is going to be kicked out abruptly.

You grab his hair and force him onto his knees again. Your brain is falling into autopilot to not feel the overwhelming want to make him yours, here and now, completely and forever. Then, you slap his pretty, pretty face.

Charles lets out a whimper and fights to keep his balance to stay on his knees. You absentmindedly caress his hair.

“You think you can just turn up on my doorstep like a fucking lost puppy? Who do you think you are?”

He is unable to form coherent words, due to his fear of giving a wrong answer and being punished for his unrightful clinginess.

You slap him again. And again. Until at some point he lets out a loud yelp. That stops you immediately and you sink to your knees to see what is wrong. Charles is trying to hide his hurt but you see some stray tears streaming down his face. 

“Charles? What’s wrong?”

He mewls at your question and tilts his head left. Suddenly, you figure out what is wrong. The last slap accidentally landed on his ear instead of his cheek. That obviously pushed him over his breaking point. Guilt and compassion bloom in your chest and an urge to leave all this scene behind to just simply hold him becomes unavoidable. 

“I can’t … it’s ringing…”

You start untying him with calm but urgent hushes while he keeps crying. He finally figures out you are untying him and tries to hold onto the rope in your hand.

“Charles, darling, we cannot keep going like this. I need to untie you.” you say, trying to sound as calm and soft as possible. He seems like he might shatter into pieces if you raise your voice even a little bit. When you manage to pry the rope from his hands, he clings to your arm.

“Please, please… tie me up again. Please don’t let me go. I’ll be better. I will stop crying. I’d do anything… I’d…”

He is interrupted by uncontrollable sobs. You sigh in pain. He thinks you’ll kick him out because he hasn’t been ‘good’ and ‘couldn’t take it’. Well, you think to yourself, that’s what you get for trying to ‘casually’ dom someone. And what is the point in resisting something you want so badly as well? What is the point in denying your and Charles’ nature calling to each other?

“It is okay Charles, you are going to be okay. I’ll take good care of you now. Just let me get you to bed.”

He is shaking so badly to get on his feet. So you carry him. You are glad all the time you spent at the gym is paying off while being surprised at how light he is. You gently lay him on your bed. He looks so exposed, so vulnerable under your gaze. You wanted to break him since the moment you laid your eyes on him and now he is laying broken on your bed. However, this brings you no satisfaction nor joy because you know, you know you broke him wrong. You let him think that he is disposable, replaceable for you out of your fear of getting attached to this prettiest little sub that you most definitely shouldn’t be with like this. 

This is no time for guilt, though. You have a rapidly dropping sub in your hands and you cannot even assess the damage yet. You see him closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around himself to calm his sobs, and you know you don’t have much time to fix this. You run to your ensuite bathroom to fetch a damp towel. He doesn’t even realise you are gone and he flinches when you hold his forearms. You slowly push his arms aside and run the damp cloth to wipe to sweat off him, to soothe him. He calmly gives into your gentle touches. 

When you are done, he opens his eyes to the loss of contact. 

“C-can you call me a taxi? I’ll b-b-be gone in no time…” His shaky voice wrenches your heart.

“I am not letting you go, darling, you are dropping.”

Your efforts to calm him down go to waste when he starts shaking again with your acknowledgement of the situation.

“I d-don’t wanna drop…I just wanted to be good.”

This puts a little smile on your face. “Don’t worry, precious, I’ll catch you.”

You carry him to your bathroom and sit him on the bathroom floor while you start running the bath. Charles has so much he wants to say but his words are not cooperating. When the warm bath is finally full, you gently ease him into the bathtub and start washing his hair. Your nightshirt is soaking wet in no time. You have to reposition him every couple of minutes because he physically cannot keep his body upright. However, his crying seems to subside. You slowly rub the washcloth on the hickeys on his chest. There isn’t going to be anything sexual between you and Charles, you think to yourself until you sort everything out. This ‘situationship’ fried his nerves, hurt him enough and honestly, you cannot say that you are in any better condition.

After washing him, you rinse his hair tenderly while massaging his scalp. He keeps slipping lower and lower in the water. You find the metaphor rather bitter when you readjust his bruised body the millionth time. You cannot let him slip away from you anymore. 

You wrap him into a warm towel and carry him back to your bedroom. He looks smaller, somehow younger like this. You take your time drying his hair while his body hesitates between waking world and slumber. You find a large and soft sleep t-shirt from the depths of your wardrobe and put it on Charles’ limp body. You wonder how many times he had to take care of himself like this alone after your encounters. You smoothly pull him onto your chest. His hand grabs your nightshirt tightly purely out of instinct

You know when the morning comes, there will be no more room for guilt, cowardice and non-commitment. Even in the best scenario, he will wake up in the scary land of subdrop. It is okay, though. Because this time you’ll be there to hold him.

~🐍

🐍, would you accept my hand in marriage? We can go to the court house right now. Join eve and i's polycule cause oh my god this is fucking incredible. I'm gonna try to add my own thoughts, but I dont think I can make this any better so it will probably just be me babbling incoherently.

The idea of you not wanting to cement things with Charles because you know you wont be able to let him go... it's incredible.

I also think part of the problem is that you're his team principle and he's the golden boy? Because even when Charles is kneeling at your feet, you know he belongs to Ferrari more than he belongs to you.

The problem is, Charles thinks you wont make things official because he isnt good enough. Which just breaks him, because he doesnt know how to be better? He's doing everything he can to prove to you he's good, but clearly it isnt enough because you're still not making things official.

You know it's wrong, of course.

But you also dont quite realise how serious it for Charles? Because as much as you want him to be yours, you think for Charles it's more about him wanting a Dom than wanting you specifically.

You couldn't be further from the truth, of course, because Charles wants you so badly that his chest aches. He just wants to be yours.

That's it. That's all he wants.

And his done everything to make himself someone you might want, but you never do. You never take him up on it.

I think maybe you might have completely misjudged why Charles came over unannounced that evening? You think he's there because he's horny, because he wants to scene.

And yeah you're partially right, he does want to scene. But Charles came by without even messaging you beforehand because he couldn't think straight. He needed to submit, needed you take control for him.

He has the time of his life while you tie him, because you're so close and your hands are all over him and the rope makes him feel so safe and constrained. All he wants to do once he's been tied, is just lay in your arms.

But then you walk away? You sit down at your desk? You tell him you have work to do?

And he just... cant you see? Cant you see that he needs you? Cant you see that he came over because he needs you? Why would you leave him now?

So he waits, because of course he does.

And when you finally come over, you slap him. Charles cant decide if he wants to fling himself in your arms or burry himself under a rock and never return.

You assume it's sexual, because Charles is hard and it's always sexual for Charles except it isnt. He doesnt want that, but he cant say what he does want because he knows you'll turn him away.

But then you slap him again and you realise the sound he lets out is pain not pleasure.

The worst is how Charles gets even more distressed when you say you're going to untie him. You assume he wants the scene to end, that he needs aftercare now. But Charles doesnt even consider aftercare, he just thinks you're going to turn him away the moment he's untied and he cant stand that right now.

Him mumbling about how he'll be good, how he'll do whatever you want, just please dont untie him is so heartbreaking.

At that point, you just have to take control because Charles is dropping fast and you know there's no way he's going to be coherent enough to understand you without you helping him.

So yeah, you carry him to bed, you untie him as slowly as you can and then you just hug him for a moment. He keeps on mumbling about how sorry he is, how he'll be better, how he can leave if you want.

And the poor thing gets even more distressed when you say, "you're dropping. I'm not leaving you now."

Charles just shakes his head and says, "I wont drop! I'll be good! I promise. Please... I wont drop just keep holding me please..."

You take him to the bathroom, running him a bath.

And he's so surprised when you start washing him? Because he really thought he was going to have to do it himself.

Even though he's dropping, and he's dropping hard, he's also smiling every now and then and mumbling thank yous because you're close and you're touching him and looking after him and that's all he wants.

(And in some fucked up way, if it takes dropping to get that... then he thinks it's worth it)

He starts to drift when you wash his hair, his body no longer having the energy to fight his drop.

He goes deep when you say, "I'll catch you, dont worry baby. I'm so sorry for what happened, but I promise you I will look after you now. I wont ever leave you like that again."

When you get him to bed, he just clings to you, so much so that he wont even let you go for you to go find him a shirt to wear.

You have to offer to fetch him the softest shirt you have, knowing how much Charles loves soft clothes and then Charles finally lets you go, but he watches anxiously as you find him a shirt and walk back, like you might disappear if he's not watching you.

You let him sleep against your chest, repeating to yourself that you will discuss this in the morning.

And I think, I think Charles might demand a collar? This is serious to him, he doesnt want another Dom, he wants you. And what he needs is to feel like he's yours, like you wont leave him.

The Future of RedBull

Summary: Part 2 of this story

Team principal AU w/Charles

CW: non-negotiated scene

After a promising 4 year process, you complete your mechanical engineering phd that focuses on vehicle aerodynamics , you find yourself climbing your way up in Ferrari F1 team quickly compared to most. When current team principal decides to quit, it doesn’t surprise you that you are one of the strongest candidates for the position.

As a factory-only engineer for the most of the time, you are not acquainted with paddock crew very well but you are well aware of the dynamics. After all, advancement comes with knowing how to play politics and politics only work if you manage to keep a tab on everyone.

When the promotion comes, you know it’s not a decision made in your best interest. The season’s car is ready and built with components and a design you’d simply call insufficient against all your protests. You know you are set to fail by other people here but you are not the one to give up.

After firing half of the strategy team, changing the entire design of the power units after Barcelona testing and signing with new sponsors, things start to look more hopeful for the oncoming season. Only then, you manage to make time to meet the drivers and the rest of the paddock team.

The reception is pretty formal against your preference and when you begin to get tired of endless handshakes and greetings, you see him. It is kind of hard to ignore his efforts to catch your gaze across the room. However, you find a small delight in not indulging his enthusiasm, partly to preserve professional composure and partly to watch him become more and more desperate for your attention. He is in a tight fitting suit with Ferrari badge on the jacket and it seems like he is getting hot and impatient in it.

It lasts until the end of the reception and he stays while everyone leaves slowly. When you move to the parking lot to leave as well after sending your overly eager assistant home, he gets in your way.

“It is not like a responsible team principal to ignore her best driver from the day one”

“It is not like a self-assured driver to try to get his team principal’s attention instead of just coming up to her.”

His pretty mouth gapes at your response and you see a glimpse of his flushed chest peeking through his unbuttoned shirt. You can tell he drank a bit too much during the reception (probably due to frustration).

“Let me drive you to your hotel. We can use the time to get acquainted.”

He flushes even further to the proposal. After all, it is a bit of an ego thing to be driven by someone as an F1 driver and it is even more frustrating due to the deliberate ignoring act through the night. But he cannot resist your commanding tone that probably wouldn’t take no as an answer.

You open the passenger door for him and he gets into your blood red Ferrari La Ferrari (courtesy of the team as signing bonus). When you get into the car next to him, you find him looking at you, mesmerised but anxious. Just to make things worse for him, you reach out to his side and listen to his breath hitch while you buckle his seatbelt for him.

The short trip is filled with soft conversation and hesitant silence from Charles. You don’t mind at all. You have all the time in the world to break him apart and pull him back together during the season. It just mildly surprises you that he starts breaking apart only with your dominating presence in the room and the smallest of the gestures.

Season starts hard and fast. It is soon evident that you turned a mediocre car and a slim chance to win into an absolute track dominating monster. You watch Charles taking pole after pole, win after win from afar and he still seems to melt under your amused and proud gaze.

After a triple header, you all manage to go back to Italy to do some additional sim work. You are sitting at your office on a lazy Tuesday afternoon. You changed Mattia’s transparent glass office into a more privacy-accommodating one. You hear a knock on your door and Charles lets himself in before you can say ‘Enter’.

He seems terrified by his own audacity and looks at you with wide eyes, still holding the doorknob. You now know that he hates not getting validation that he is doing alright or an acknowledgment that he is not doing anything wrong. Therefore just to push his limits, you lay back, raise your eyebrow and say nothing.

He seems to forget how to move his body and makes a gasping sound as if your presence in the room makes it hard to breath for him. He lets go of the doorknob and rubs his sweats hands. You don’t change your posture and enjoy the anxiety it brings out of him. Suddenly, as if something switched on in him, he makes his way to you across the room and drops on his knees in front of you. You have to suppress your chuckle. He seems breathless, entierly red but still insists on making eye contact with you.

“Thank you. I cannot thank you enough. How can I thank you?”

He is, in a way, right to thank you. You pulled him out of his losing streak and made him lead on driver’s championships with your exemplary leading. However, looking at the prize your efforts brought you, you feel like it is all worth it.

You extend your arm without moving your body to card his hair. It is soft and damp with anxious sweat. You tug it a little and earn a breathless whine from him. You are not particularly cruel to people who leave themselves to your mercy but there is something in Charles that awakens something entirely primal, entirely predatory in you. Plus, he looks so pretty when he is in this sweet suffering.

“I think you know exactly how you can thank me. Go lock the door.”

He gulps. He rushes to the door to lock it and comes back. Then he slowly crawls closer to your parted legs and pushes the blood red skirt of your two piece suit up. You can feel his hot, irregular breath on your thighs. He eats you out like a starved man for a while that feels like hours to both of you. When he is done, he looks up to you. His face is glistening with your wetness and his eyes are glazed with tears of excitement. When you sit more upright on your chair, you can see he is painfully hard under his slacks. Well that brings a smile to your face. You look at his face with a brief consideration.

“Open your mouth.”

He obliges instantly and when you spit in his mouth, he stops breathing for a second. Then he swallows obediently.

“Now, get out of my office.”

You can swear that he is about to cry at your nonchalant words. Nevertheless, he obliges and leaves you alone. For a second, you ask yourself whether it was too much and weatherr this harsh treatment would drive him away.

You are proven wrong when you receive a handwritten letter at the paddock during the next race. There is no name. Only signed with a shaky “Yours only” on the envelope. You open it in the privacy of your temporary office and slightly surprised to see that it is from Charles. Two pages, front and back, filled with filthy, passionate desires of that pathetic little man you may have fantasised about since that damned day at your office. You know that moment, you know he belongs to you and only to you and you are going to take full advantage of it.

~🐍

Right first of all, we all need to thank 🐍 for this utter masterpiece of an ask oh my god. This ask is so perfect I honestly don’t think there’s anything I can do to make this any better, but I’ll try to add some extra thoughts in anyway.

So firstly, the image of Charles kinda just watching you throughout the reception is so good.

He’s mostly confused. Because he’s one of your drivers, he should be getting your attention. But instead you’re shaking the sponsors’ hands and making small talk with higher ups and basically doing everything except talking to him.

Which is probably what started Charles’s obsession with your attention?

From that moment onwards, he wants your eyes on him at all times, wants to always have your attention.

He truly does worship the ground you work on. You gave him everything he needed to win races, made him into a prospective champion. He owes you everything and he’s not afraid to admit that.

I definitely think that Charles would have spent quite a few days standing outside your office trying to work up the courage to knock on the door when he doesn’t have a meeting with you.

Because of course, that’s all he wants. Sitting in your office with you, with no one else around is exactly what he wishes for, to have your full attention on him.

You know he does this of course. You know that every time he does sim work, he spends at least a good forty minutes just standing outside your door, trying to knock but never actually doing it.

(He confuses the hell out of your poor assistant but you’ve told them to just leave charles alone)

He does, eventually, gather up the courage needed and knocks on your door.

Poor Charles has no idea what to do now that he’s actually in your office. He kinda just stands there, nearly shaking because when can’t believe he actually did it.

“Yes?” You ask, smirking.

You don’t miss the way a small tent is forming in Charles’s jeans, his cock getting hard from having you smirk at him.

He thanks you of course. It’s a breathy thanks, stumbling over his words and trying to look everywhere except your face.

The moment you say he knows how to thank you, he’s coming forward and dropping to his knees instantly. He has no doubt this is what he can do. What he should do.

You use Charles’s face for as long as you want, and every time you look down you can see how utterly blissed out he is, clearly having the time of his life.

He very nearly cums in his pants when you spit in his mouth, and you almost feel bad for the way you can see how hard his cock must be, how tight it must be in his jeans.

But you tell him to leave anyway. Mostly because you know that if you don’t make him leave now, he’ll never leave. He’ll wriggle his way into your heart and your bed and set up camp there.

And Charles writing you a note???

~🐍

OH MY GOD ABSOLUTELY!! ABSFUCKINGLUTELY!!

Alright so I was gonna go shower quickly before I start writing, but now I’m gonna answer this first so that everyone can see this and maybe send some of their thoughts while I’m getting ready (and also yes. Absolutely send me everything you can think of)

So usually I keep my writing pretty gender neutral but for this, I think that f!reader works so much better. Something like you being a businesswoman with a background in engineering and you buy a team. And it’s just.... fucking amazing from day one you change the whole team but it works so much better.

So immediately I’m thinking of Charles here. Cause like... someone really needs to get Mattia out of there.

And Charles would adore you from day one. He has the biggest crush on you the moment he meets you and because you’re always directing him and helping him, he kinda just falls into this subby role almost instantly.

I also think of Pierre here? But for Pierre, I’d say maybe you start your own team, rather than buy an existing one.

And Pierre is just the most loyal driver in existence. Because you picked him up from alpha Tauri and basically handed him his own team and yeah. Yeah he fucking loves you.

Pierre keeps on day dreaming in debriefs about dropping down on the floor and giving you head from under the desk. Every single time he leaves the meetings with a boner.

What are your opinions about this balances of power in f1 fics/drabbles?

~🐍

Ooo. Okay I love this. I’m gonna write some pairings I think could work and we can go from there?

CARLOS:

Listen carlos would join your team and almost instantly he wants to be with you. There’s just something about you that gets him. He’d try even harder than he did with other teams, wanting to show you how good he is. And when you actually acknowledge it? He’s been the second driver for so long, always overlooked underestimated. And then you show him that you appreciate his talent? You give him the love and respect he deserves? He’s so loyal. Would never leave. You’ve completely won him. You have him forever.

LANDO:

I think Lando would fall hard for a team principle that provides him just enough guidance and structure. He loves that you check on him and ask him questions and listens to what you have to say. You’d have to make the first move though, he wouldn’t be able to. But he’d be practically begging for it the moment you do.

PIERRE: