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[mooncalvin]

Care to teach me? (Charles Leclerc) Pt. 2

Summary: after last lesson you can't have enough of Charles. Warnings: +18 MDNI. Just filth

Words: 1k

A/n: small part 2 to this. I've been in writers block all summer, but I couldn't resist to write this, specially in this Monza GP week. (Also, have you seen Charles hair at the RayBan event? Such a slay.

You did in fact feel better, but it wasn’t enough. Now you craved even more of him.

“More, please”, you said. He raised his brows and grinned. “I want you to fuck me to sleep Charles”. 

His face turned to one of disbelief for a second, probably because he had never heard such words from you before. “Well, you’re asking for it mon amour”, he said, and then climbed on top of you making you feel his bulge press into your pussy. You groaned at the friction, what made him laugh to himself. “You’re just so easy”, he said, but his cockiness faded when he looked into your eyes, pupils blown completely. He got off of you to get rid of his pijamas as you laid back on the bed. He came back to you, already stroking his hard cock slowly while his other hand went for your panties, moving them to the side. “You make me so hard chérie. I’ve been thinking about this for a long time”

He finally pushed his tip against you, running it up and down your folds and hitting your clit over and over. “Come on Charles, need you inside me please”, you almost whined, but your words died in your throat when you felt him entering you. He pushed into you slowly, until he bottomed out, making your head fall back. He set a slow pace at first, almost seeming as if he was controlling himself not to be too hard on you, but as he started speeding up, he got lost in it. Your legs wrapped around his waist to pull him as close as possible, but you didn’t expect him to take your wrists to pin your hands above your head.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. Squeezing me like that” he said, panting. You moaned so loudly the whole Monaco could have heard you, but it felt so good that you couldn’t even give it a second thought. He was absolutely railing you right now, hsi hips snapping brutally into yours. Your vision was starting to feel blurry before he took one of your legs and put it over his shoulder. In that position he was able to reach the perfect spot, his cock hitting your cervix with each thrust. “Tell me how good it feels amour, wanna hear you tell the whole building who’s fucking you this good”.

“Shit Charles!” you screamed. “Harder please” You didn’t even think it possible, but he proved you wrong by pounding to you even deeper than he was before. You couldn’t even meet his eyes, partly because of how good you were feeling and partly because some part of you still felt ashamed to be doing this with a person you've shared your life with, but his focus was on his dick slamming into your pussy. He closed his eyes at the feeling of you clenching around him, trying no to cum as your walls embraced him.

His hand let go of your wrists to move down to press on your stomach, and an overwhelming feeling engulfed you both.

“Fuck angel, you feel that?” he panted, feeling himself with each thrust. “So deep inside you I can feel it with my own hand”.

You were in ecstasy, and you both felt the finish come closer and closer. “Gonna fill you up with my cum, do you want that?” he cooed, but all you could respond with was more moans, unable to form a simple word. “ Tell me you want it, baby, tell my how much do you want me to cum inside you”

“Yes please Charles! I want it so much, I need it” you managed to say, and that was what you both needed. The tightness in your stomach snapped, and you drowned in pleasure, your pussy clenched him tighter, and you came all over his dick. He too was pushed over the edge, and you felt his cock twitch inside you as he filled you up.

You were out of breath, and he stayed inside you for a while, until he finally pulled out slowly. He got off of you to go to the bathroom, and he came back with a wet towel to clean the cum that was dripping down your thighs. He wiped himself clean after and threw the towel somewhere in the room, still standing up.

“Are you tired now?” he asked, a smirk adorning his face.

“Oh, fuck off Charles”, you said. He smiled down at you and reached under you to pick you up effortlessly, your arms hanging loosely around his neck.

“I would love to sleep in my bed, but we made quite a mess, chérie,” he said. You blushed furiously and you buried your head into his neck, but he just chuckled and carried you to the couch in his living room. He set you down into the couch gently, and got a blanket to drape over you both.

“Wait Charles-” you called him before going to sleep, and he turned around to face you “Is this going to be awkward in the morning?”

“I mean we can just act as if it never happened if you feel uncomfortable or something” he said scratching the back of his neck, sounding quite insecure.

“And what if I want it to keep happening?” you asked, your voice almost like a whisper.

“I’d love that” he smiled “I’ve always wanted this with you amour” then he leaned down and kissed you gently, your lips fitting perfectly together. He pulled away and said “I probably should have done that before all the other stuff” he laughed awkwardly. You smiled back before pulling him in again, your lips connecting as they did before. After the short (at least that's what it seemed to you) make out session you both went to sleep but you simply couldn't.

Thoughts about how Charles made you feel rushed to your head, and you realized the obvious.

"I think I'm in love with you Charles" you whispered, not expecting him to hear you.

"I know I'm in love with you chérie, I have known for a long time" his answer startled you, not expecting him to answer, less something like that.

"Are you?" you asked insecurely.

"Of course chérie, how wouldn't I be" he smiled at you in a way that warmed your heart, melting all your worries away.

"I love you Charles"

"I love you too, y/n"

He pulled you into his arms engulfing you. A while passed until one of you spoke again.

"Should we do it again on the couch?" Charles asked jokingly.

“Goodnight Charles” you said laughing.

“Goodnight mon amour”.

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[mooncalvin]

Across the hall (pt. 2)

Summary: just George and you getting to know each other a bit better.

Warnings: pure smut. Choking kink, Dom!George, and much more.

Words: 4k

A/n: I'll leave this here and go back to my cave. I just finished uni and now I have much more time for writing so let's just see how it goes. Hope you like this very much!

A few days later you two meet at the same caffee of the last time.

“So what about Georgie?”

You flush once again “I mean, he is really nice, I don’t really know much about him”

“It’s not like you have to know an awful lot of someone to want to fuck them” she stated “By the way, I think he likes you too, we went to see him on Tuesday and he couldn’t shut up about you and your paintings, and he isn’t really an artsy guy, you know?”

“But before this , he barely even looked at my direction, I’m sure he didn’t even know I existed” 

“Girl! The only reason I went for sugar to your house is because he said you looked nice and didn’t want to go by himself, we weren’t even baking a cake” her answer took you by surprise.

“Lily!”

You kept talking to her as the days went by, you were more similar than what you would’ve thought. But he wouldn’t stop bringing up George, dead-set on getting you two together.

You haven’t seen him since the last interaction at your apartment one week ago. So you were surprised when you saw him knocking at your door.

“Hi” you greeted him, failing to hide your smile “is there anything you need”.

“Not really” he answered “I thought it was only fair to invite you for coffee at my place since you invited me the other day.” he proposed to you shyly.

“Sure I would love to,” you said enthusiastically.

You walked to his flat, very different from yours, sober and modern style, almost impersonal, probably because he has recently moved in. You smiled when you saw some of his helmets and pictures of a much younger him from when he was in the lower racing categories. 

“You were cute here” he smiled as a red layer covered his cheeks.

“Well, do you want to sit down? I can put on a movie or something while I prepare the drinks” he muttered.

“Yeah, sure”. After a while he returns and sits next to you, fairly close to you, but not enough. Neither of you started a conversation at first, feeling a bit awkward. It’s him who breaks the silence.

“How is your artwork coming?” you turn to him to answer.

“I finished the piece I was working on when you visited, now I’m working on a personal piece.” he hummed and turned his gaze to the tv. A while after, you turn your head to discover him already looking at you. This man has to be interested in you, right? The looks he’s been giving to you since you’ve entered his apartment screaming “I’m thinking about fucking you right now”. He wouldn’t be smirking and staring at you if he didn’t want to sleep with you. But were you going to act on it? Hell no.

“So, you are a formula one driver” you stated.

“I am indeed” he answered.

“And how is it?” you asked, genuinely curious about it.

“Well, I’ve been racing all my life and formula one is the top of racing, so it feels like an actual dream but it also has its flaws. I don’t really like all of the press stuff and how paparazzis and magazines intrude into your private life, ” he said. You bite your lip while listening to him.

“If you don’t stop biting your lip like that I don't know how much more I could control myself” he mutters so quietly that you almost can’t hear him, but you do. Your eyes go wide as you freeze, watching how he licks his lips as he approaches you “God I want to fuck you so bad.”

All the breath leaves your body, heat rushing to your core. Your cheeks are bright red, heart shaking as you look at him. 

He actually wants you. He wants to fuck you.

All you can do is look at him, muttering a quiet “George…” Before he is leaning over you, body pressing against yours, lips so close that you can feel his hot breath, hands gripping your chin. You can feel the slight hardness poking at your stomach so you look down briefly before looking into his eyes again. 

George’s blue eyes stare into yours, watching your every movement. Your lips are practically brushing each other. And his hand goes to your hip, pressing you close to him. A moan escapes your mouth before his lips are fully into yours, silencing you. 

It takes you a second to respond to the kiss. But then you feel his lips move against your and follow, kissing him with passion. Your hands come up to hold onto him. One pressing against his cheek and the other on the back of his head, so you can run it through his hair. He presses you harder against him as his other hand goes to your hair tugging it, leaving your neck uncovered, so he can start to kiss it and bite it.

He lets out a little moan when you pull his hair to bring your lips together again. 

One of his hands moves up to your neck, wrapping around it and adding a light pressure. You take his bottom lip with your teeth , pulling back and biting down lightly before pulling away from his lips entirely.

He stares down at you, hand wrapped around your neck as you pant and whine, legs wrapped around him squeezing while you attempt to grind into him.

“Do you like it rough sweet girl?” A laugh escapes him, fingers pressing into your throat a little tighter for a moment, you moan out, nodding your head.

Right now you feel like you’ve never before, relinquishing all your control to George as your mind goes fuzzy and your pussy gets wetter.

Both of you moan when George grinds his cock straight into you, the friction scratching right against your clit.

He buries his head into your neck befores going upwars, his mouth coming to rest beside your ear.

“I’m going to take you into my room and I’m going to eat this pussy before fucking you raw. Is that alright darling?” your pussy clenches as  and your head is nodding before he grabs you under your thighs and picks you up, walking through his apartment towards his bedroom.   

You bounce on the bed when he throws you down, giggling while you lay there and stare at him.

He stands at the end of the bed, tall and imposing.

You watch as he takes off his t-shirt, his body skinny but full of muscle, wanting nothing more than to rip the rest of his clothes, but he is quicker as he grabs your legs and slides you down the bed.

“Do you want this sweetheart?” he stares down at you with a smirk, palming his erection through his trousers. You glance at him, nodding your head. “Words, darling”

“Yes,” you mutter.

“Yes what? Your eyebrows furrow, and you take a moment comprehending what you heard before you realise. 

“Yes sir” you practically moan.

He lets out a groan at your words, hands rushing to undo your belt and take off your trousers, sliding them down your legs, leaving you in only your panties.

You’re grateful that you didn't choose to wear your teddy bear panties, maybe you knew that something like this could happen.

George moans when he sees your soaked underwear, a hand reaching your covered pussy. You whine and move your hips up, only hoping that he would do something else. “George…” Suddenly he is rushing to pull your pants down your legs, spreading them and throwing them over his shoulders as he kneels in front of you.

You lay there in anticipation as George lays open mouthed kisses on your thighs. He continues to tease you, coming closer to your core before moving away. Your whine at the teasing.

“So desperate for me, aren’t you?” When you look down at him, he’s still looking at you, lips puffy from all the kisses you shared. “If you beg me I might just consider going further love” he says before nipping the skin of your thigh. 

Your legs tighten around his head “Please, George, please, I need it so bad”. He scoffs against your leg, a hand going up to caress your ass gently, before laying a smack onto it, making your hips buck into him.

“I don’t think I remember what I told you to call me, was it that?” He says sharply.

“Please sir…” you let out another whine as he licks a strip up your pussy, getting the attention you needed.

“You taste so good, sweet girl” he says before diving back and running his tongue all the way to your clit, sucking it.

You moan out, and your hands fly to tangle in his hair and pull. He lets out a moan and brings an arm to hold your hips down, continuing his duty.

You cannot stop moaning, a pressure building up your lower stomach as he continues with his torment.

He fucks you with his tongue, his nose digging into your clit, one of his hands harshly gripping onto your thighs as they rest on his shoulders. All you can do is look down and watch him, eyes almost closed because of the pleasure.

His hand releases your leg and comes to your pussy, one of your fingers sliding into it, making your grip on his hair tighten. 

He puts another one not long after, curving both of them, hitting the spot that makes you see stars. He pulls his face away from you for a moment, his fingers still fucking you as he looks up at you, his chin covered in your slick. Your walls clench around his fingers, making him let out a laugh, motivating him to do it harder.

“Such a dirty little whore, aren’t you?” you tighten around his fingers as he says it, making him laugh again “You like that, don’t you? My little slut” you let out a moan indicating that you are going to come soon.

“I-I’m going to come” you stutter, not being able to form a coherent sentence.

“Yeah baby? Are you going to soak my fingers like the dirty girl you are?” you feel as he adds a third one, stretching you.

You moan as a confirmation, and he leans down again, sucking you hard as he continues pounding his fingers into you.

You feel your stomach pull tighter, as your release comes, moaning his name as you cum. Your legs shake, back arching as the pleasure invades you. That doesn’t make him stop, as he continues licking you through your orgasm.

He pulls away from your pussy, and lets his hand to his mouth, tasting your release as he lets out a moan.

He stands up fully, towering over you once again as you lay in bed, recovering from the orgasm that has just hit you.

You come back to earth as you feel him grab your waist and hike you up the bed, resting your head on one of the pillows that lies there. Then he dives down to connect your lips and your hands go up to wrap around his shoulders, nails digging into them. You continue to kiss as he grinds his erection over your pussy. You shake at the overstimulation, whining when his lips leave your mouth. You open your eyes to see him hovering over you, smirk on his face.

“From the moment I saw you I knew I had to ruin you” he says, eyes dark with lust. You moan at his words.

“Please fuck me George” you mutter, pulling him back down and kissing him fiercely. He pins your wrists to the bed, taking control.

He pulls away, releasing your arms and pulling you up so he can pull your shirt off, admiring your breasts in your bra before removing it. He pushes you back down and starts laying kisses across your chest until he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking it lightly and pinching the other one with his hand. You moan, your hips grinding on him and hands on his hair as he continues to lap at your breasts, switching between them.

He pulls away and stares at you for a moment, “I’m going to fuck you so hard” he says before pulling away undoing his pants so he can push them and his underwear down, revealing his cock to you.

He’s actually bigger than you expected, precum dripping from his tip. You can’t help but moan at the sight as your legs open on their own, almost like a reflex, exposing yourself to him again.

He laughs at your eagerness. “You don’t mind if I fuck you raw, do you, love?” you shake your head quickly.

“Please I need to feel you inside me” You whine, becoming desperate for him. He smirks at you as he climbs the bed, crawling on top of you, getting himself between your legs, dragging his cock across your wet folds, making you leave a moan as he brushes your clit.

He grabs your legs, pushing them up slightly as he holds himself up on top of you, guiding the tip to your hole, pushing it slightly.

Both of you moan, your back arched at the feeling and your eyes closed. But they shoot open when you feel George wrapping one of his hands around your throat, adding a light pressure “that’s right babygirl” he whispers “keep your eyes open for me”.

Then he begins pushing in, your walls squeezing him as you struggle to keep your eyes open, gasping.

He mumbles a “fuck” and keeps pushing in, hand squeezing your throat slightly.

“Oh George…” you whine when he bottoms out, him fully inside you.

The feeling is just amazing. The stretch of his dick and the feeling of his hand around your throat sends you into a state of bliss, making you struggle to keep your eyes open.

George is not much better, his eyes are also closed as he refrains himself not to start pounding into you like some kind of animal, wanting to give you a second to adjust to his size before fucking you fully.

His eyes are open when he hears you mutter a little “please”. And he looks at your face as you stare up at him, begging him to move and fuck you.

He doesn’t waste a second, pulling out of you before sliding back in.

You both moan at the same time and he begins pushing in and out of your cunt, picking up his pace.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and your hands come to grab his wrist as he continues to choke you, slowing your breathing in the most delightful way.

The coil is back on your stomach, this time faster than before. The feeling of his cock pushing against your walls is just as good as you had imagined, maybe even better.

You stare up at him as he pounds into you, his pace picking up as your eyes catch his. He slides the hand that was at your throat down your body until it reaches your clit, rubbing it.

“Open your mouth” he suddenly says. You can’t help but be confused, not really understanding why you should open your mouth, but you do it anyway. You watch as he spits in your mouth. “Swallow it”. You do it immediately, your pussy squeezing as he lets out a “good girl” after.

He lets out another moan before pulling out of you.

You whine at the emptiness, hands going to his arms before he’s grabbing you and flipping you over onto your stomach, grabbing your hips and pitching them up, hips in the air and face buried in the pillows.

George grabs onto your ass, kneading it before leaning down and biting you, spanking you after you let a little moan. “You’re just the perfect girl for me”. You hear him mutter before his hands go to your hips and he starts pushing his cock into you again, making you moan happily.

Now he goes pounding into you, pace fast and rough as he fucks you into the bed.

His cock glides in and out of you, the occasional smack on your ass as you moan out.

You feel so close to coming. “Harder George please!”, you call out, painting and gripping onto the sheets tight as his trusts get harder.

He grabs your hair, pulling until you’re leaning up on your knees, your back to his chest, hitting deeper with each thrust. You moan together, and you turn your face to his, your lips connecting in a sloppy but passionate kiss. Your hand cradles his head, the other grabbing his side, as he continues to fuck up into you.

You feel the coil tighten and tighten, bringing you closer to relief. And as if he had read your mind, George’s hand comes to your clit, making you cum all over him.

You moan loudly, body trembling as he continues to fuck you, your hand pullin his hair tightly, even louder when you feel the heat of his cum fill you as he comes inside of you, his own moans mixing with yours as he connects your lips again.

You keep kissing as you come down from your highs. Breaths steadying when you pull away from each other.

You stare into his eyes as he stares into yours, the both of you panting. A smile makes its way into your lips, one forming in his no long after. One of his hands comes to cradle the back of your head, pulling you into him to kiss you again.

He then slowly pulls his cock out of your pussy, making you whine at the feeling, already missing him. He gives you a short peck and helps you lay down on the bed before pulling away from you entirely.

“I’ll come back in a moment, love” he says. You nod and close your eyes as you feel the exhaustion creepin into you.

You don’t even know how long it went until George gets back. You feel him spread your legs a little before a wet cloth is cleaning away the cum that pools your pussy. You half open your eyes and watch him, a dizzy smile on your face at his caring actions.

He glances at you when he’s done, climbing back into bed next to you.

He pulls you into him, pulling you to rest onto his chest. You wrap your arm around him, squeezing harder when you hear his heart beating faster.

You feel him lean down and press a kiss to your head, sighing in contentment at the moment.

After what could have been hours but were just a few minutes settling after your littler encounter, you pull away from him a little bit, leaning up as you look at him, him looking back at you. A small smile rests on his face, and you lean forward to press a kiss to his lips, humming with joy as his lips press back.

When you pull away you look back at him.

It’s now or never.

“Would you go on a date with me?” you ask him, anxiety crippling.

He can’t help but laugh at your question.

“I’d love to go on a date with you”.

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[mooncalvin]

Care to teach me? (Charles Leclerc)

Summary: sleeping can become quite difficult when it is hot and you have the object of your fantasies less than a meter away.

Warnings: +18, MDNI. Masturbation, fingering.

Words: 1k

You and Charles were inseparable. You met each other when you were playing in the park and he offered you his cars to play after he had pushed you off by accident. You weren’t really similar, him being the social butterfly he is and you hiding behind your mother’s legs every time you saw a stranger. It didn’t really matter, because you found in each other a long-needed comfort.

The sound of the sea and the city filled the comfortable silence in Charles’s Monaco’s apartment as you two got ready to go to sleep. It was normal for you to share a bed, given how close you are, and tonight was no different. You slipped into your pajamas, while Charles' back was turned to give you some privacy. When you finished, you made your way to his bed and got under the covers. He followed you getting on the other side of the bed before turning the lights off.

“Good night” he said sleepily.

“Night” you answered, turning your back to him.

You spent almost an hour turning around, but it was too hot for you to fall asleep. You spent another 30 minutes laying flat on your back, wondering if you should go to the kitchen to get some water or maybe open the window, but you came to the conclusion that you weren’t even tired. An idea came to your mind of how to get tired easily, but you immediately discarded it.

Absolutely not.

Even though it always worked for you, you had your limits. You weren’t going to masturbate while Charles was sleeping just one meter away.

You found your best friend attractive, objectively he was, every girl would admit it.

You had given some thought to it. The idea of having sex with Charles played in your mind more than you would like to admit, but of course you never told him. You would just die of embarrassment. You would see girls posting about him on social media or even flirting with him at the club, but he barely paid attention to them. His eyes would always find you, an angelic smile adorning his face. However, you found yourself wanting him to see you as something more than your best friend.

Thinking about him at the paddock after a race, sweat covering his skin, had your hand moving down to your underwear. It felt so wrong, but the more memories that came to your mind, the more you wanted to keep doing it. You removed your pants and moved your panties  to the side, letting your fingers run through your folds. You started rubbing your clit in circles, closing your eyes at the relief. You thought about how his hair had got longer during the break, how it would be to run your hands through it and grab it pushing his head between your thighs, hunger in his eyes.

You didn’t even notice you started squirming, and definitely didn’t notice the man next to you waking up. You were immersed in your vision, eyes still closed and fingers moving.

“Chérie” you froze when you heard his voice, and stopped moving, hoping he wouldn’t notice what you were just doing. “What are you doing down there?”

“I’m just trying to get comfortable,” you replied. 

“And are you comfortable with your hand down your pants?” the lights were off, but you'd bet anything that your face was completely red.

“I thought you were sleeping” you refused to make eye contact, your back still turned to him. He let out a laugh and you felt him moving closer, your back on his shirtless chest.

“Is that better?” you stayed silent. “Would you tell me what you were thinking about?”

“Nothing” you were quick to answer, but of course he didn’t believe you.

“Let me ask again, who you were thinking about that made you touch yourself while you are just in the same bed as me” 

“I said no one” He sighed.

“Well whoever it was wasn’t doing it”

“What’s that supposed to mean” you finally turned to him.

“If it was actually working you wouldn’t be so quiet”

“I think I know how to masturbate, thank you for your concern” you fought back.

“I’m not saying otherwise, I just think that you need some help if you want to achieve something” you let out a gasp when you realized what he meant.

“Care to teach me?” a sudden confidence grew inside you.

“Only if you let me,” he answered. You felt his hand going to yours, which was still in your clit. He moved it away so he could replace it with his own, rubbing circles as you had been doing just a few minutes before. He picked up some speed, making you let out a little moan.

“Just like that,” you said. He moved so he could have better access, but then moved his hand away. You whined at the loss of contact, but it was only before he put one of his fingers inside you, feeling the cold metal of his rings where you were most sensible. He pumped it in and out, relentless. He added a second one and his thumb started working on your bud.

The other hand reached your face, making you look at him while you grinded against his fingers. He was hitting the spot that had you seeing stars. You always imagined it would be good but feeling it was on another completely different level.

“Does it feel good, sweetheart?” he whispered in your ear. You answered with a moan, not being capable of building up a coherent sentence. “Use your words princess” he demanded.

“F-fuck, yes, please go faster” he obeyed your request, taking you to the edge. “I’m gonna cum Charles”

“Come on, I wanna feel you cum around my fingers”, he said in a low voice. You reached your high as you yelled his name, but that didn’t make him stop, as he was still moving his fingers inside you. 

“Feel better now?” he asked smugly. 

You did in fact feel better, but it wasn’t enough. Now you craved even more of him.

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[mooncalvin]

Writing Across the hall part 2, and I just got so carried on, omg this is just pure filth🫠

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[mooncalvin]

F1 Masterlist

(*) SMUT

George Russel

Ask nicely *

I thought you would never

Across the hall / Pt. 2 *

Daniel Ricciardo

Soon

Pierre Gasly

Soon

Lance Stroll

Soon

Lando Norris

Soon

Charles Leclerc

Care to teach me? */ Pt. 2*

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[mooncalvin]

Across the hall (George Russell)

Summary: when you moved in you simply expected to get along with your neighbours, but it seems that the world has something else in store for you. A/n: There will be a part 2!

Words: 2k

When you moved to London you didn’t have big expectations for how your neighbours would be. You had hoped that you could become friends with some of them, since you didn’t know anyone there. No problems and not being overly loud and inconvenient to others. But you were actually disappointed.

Most of your neighbours were unfriendly or were going their own way, not bothering to even spare a look at you at the lift or the corridors. You had thought that maybe during the arrival some of them would try to introduce themselves, maybe just to make a good impression and to get to know the girl who had just moved into their building. But you were mistaken.

You only knew one person, if that counted as knowing. You had met George Russellg two times so far, once when you had recently moved, in the corridor, when you turned to him to introduce yourself, giving him your name and smiling when he gave you his before turning again to head to his apartment, which was the one beside yours.

The second time, he held the door for you as you carried one big box, struggling to open the main door. He was definitely a gentleman, you noted, but you didn’t know very much more about him. 

Shortly after you discovered that he was a formula one driver, something you could have expected. That night you serpent on the computer, looking for information about him, discovering that he was in fact Lewis Hamilton’s teammate.

He seemed to spend most of the day out of his apartment, probably working or training. You could hear him arrive and go through your living room walls, but the only time it was noisy was when his friends were in his apartment. To say he was mysterious was an understatement. 

You wanted to get to know him, but the thought of starting a conversation with him terrified you. And it wasn’t as if you had any opportunities, not wanting to interrupt him.

You interacted with his sister a few days later. You had been working on a new project in your apartment, all covered in paint. It was a commission someone had asked for, a painting of an intimate moment between lovers.

You were surprised when you heard a knock on your door, you rushed to the sink and then went running to the door. It was a woman who you had seen with George and another guy last week at his.

“Hi” he waved at you “I’m so sorry to bother you but I’m making a cake and I was wondering if you could lend me some sugar?” It seemed a normal neighbourly request, one you would be happy to fulfil.

“Yes! Of course.” you smiled at her.

She stared at you before smacking herself “Oh! How rude, I’m Lily, Alex’s girlfriend, a friend of George, your neighbour. Nice to meet you!” she said as she extended her hand at you.

You shook her hand “It’s really nice to meet you” you said genuinely. “Want to come in while I go for the sugar?” She stepped inside and couldn’t help but look at all the paintings, most of them portraying women and intimacy, but also some landscapes and portraits of your family. She walked to the easel where your most recent work was lying. For some reason you wanted her to like them, maybe to put you in favour with her friend. You shook the thought out of your mind, you really wanted her to like them for the thought of finally making a friend in this town. 

“Did you paint all this?” you turned around and saw her looking at you.

“Uh yeah, most of them, some others are from other artists that I like” you sttutered.

A smile spread across her face “You’re so talented! They are so beautiful!”

Heat rushed to your cheeks “Thank you, that really means a lot to me”. You gave her the bag of sugar and followed her to the doorway.

“Do you work on commission?” she asked.

“Sure, why?” you asked curiously.

“George moved here recently and he is looking for a painting for his living room, he asked Alex and I if we knew about some artist, and well even though he may not be the type to put naked women paintings on his wall I think you could advise him on something”

“Sure, he can come and have a look whenever he wants, or I could send him some ideas if you tell me what he has in mind,” you said, trying not to make a big deal, even though you were shaking internally.

“That would be great, mind if I give him your phone?”

“Yes, no problem” you typed your phone on hers.

“Thanks for the sugar and for everything else, you are a lifesaver!” unexpectedly, she pulls you into a hug “I hope we remain friends”

“I would love that” you answered genuinely. When you closed the door a smile made its way to your face, so happy that you had finally made a friend after feeling lonely for so long. It just so happens to be a bonus that you think his friend is hot.

-

Lily called you two days later, asking how you were doing and how your artwork was coming along. She also asked you to get coffee with her a few days from then, since his boyfriend (and George) were out for race week. 

Days after getting coffee with her, you saw him collecting his mail as you entered the building. You thought about talking to him about the painting for his house, but you discarded the idea, taking into account that he had your phone number and still hadn’t called you. In a turn of events you didn’t even have to say anything as the second he noticed you he turned his full attention towards you. You stopped, shocked that for some reason he was acknowledging you. You watched as he tucked his mail to the side and strode up to you, his long legs barely needing to move before being directly in front of you. This man was so tall, and by god, he looked good today, all sweaty, probably because of training, something that should be disgusting, but he made it look sexy. 

“Hello, I know it’s been a few days but thank you for the sugar” his lips curved into a shy smile. You felt blush rising to your cheeks, that had caught you by surprise, not having expected him to talk to you over something so trivial.

“Of course, it was no problem! Your friend was really sweet to me, we are actually becoming friends, so I should thank you for that too.” His smile went wider.

“I’m not surprised, Lily tends to have that effect on people.” you saw a light flush to his skin, but it must have been the lighting. There was no way he was blushing while talking to you. “Actually she told me that you are an artist, and that I should see your work. She also gave me your phone number, but I thought it would be weird to text you, since we barely know each other.”

“Yeah, she mentioned something about a painting for your living room.” you muttered shyly. You had thought he wouldn’t even bring it up, since he hadn’t called you.

“I’d love to see it if you let me.” your eyes widened in shock, that meant that he would have to go to your apartment. Where you live. He seemed to take your lack of response as a rejection, so he backed up and blushed furiously. “Forgive me, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, have a lovely day” he turned around and started walking to the stairs.

“Wait, George!” he looked at you again “I’d love you to see my artwork, not many people show interest, so I was a bit surprised”. He seemed to relax and a little smile came to his face. “I have to warn you, some of them are quite… suggestive?” if you were red before, now no one would know the difference between you and a tomato now.

He curled his eyebrow “Well that’s interesting” he said, something you can’t decipher in his voice, that made you clench your thighs, hoping he wouldn't notice.

“Since we are already here, would you like to come and see them now?” you bit your lip, hoping he would say yes. “I can make us some coffee or tea if you like”.

“I’d love that,” he walks beside you as you take your keys and unlock the door so you can enter the apartment. You thanked god you had cleaned the flat that week, otherwise you probably would have died of shame when he saw the mess that normally surrounded you.

“So this is my place” you said “the majority of artwork in the walls is mine, but some is from other artists that I love, you are free to ask about it, I’m gonna make us some coffee.”

Your heart is about to burst out of your chest. You cannot believe that this man is standing in your living room, looking at your paintings. What would you give to throw him into your couch and make out with him now. 

You shook that thought out of your mind and picked the phone to text Lily. George is literally checking out my paintings at my apartment rn.

You continue making the coffee as your phone chimes. Ooo! Sure he’s gonna love them!! They’re good af.

You are going to reply to her text but you hear George calling your name. You go to the living room and notice how he is looking at a painting of two naked women in a river, staring at each other in a not so innocent way. You could feel yourself dying of embarrassment. 

“Did you paint this?” he asks.

“Yes, it’s actually one of my favourites.” you wonder what he thinks of it. Does he think it’s vulgar or disgusting? Is he homophobic, or something? You really hope he’s not, that would be a big red flag. 

You continue picking your nails as he is still staring at the painting, when you notice a pair of much larger hands cupping yours, stopping you from doing it any longer. Your head jerks to look at him. He is smiling. He squeezes your hands “You are really talented” he mutters “These paintings are really beautiful”. He slowly releases your hands from his, telling you that you shouldn’t bite your nails. So far no one has been able to stop you from doing it, but you felt like quitting right now. The noise of the  coffee pot breaks the moment, so you excuse yourself to the kitchen to pick up both mugs. He leaves a bit after finishing the drink, telling you that he has some work to do. When you say goodbye, he not only compliments your artwork again, but also compliments you.

“I’m not really surprised that your paintings are such masterpieces, taking in account you were the one that painted them” que leans forward and leaves a kiss in your cheek “See you later sweetheart” you feel dizzy. Not really believing what has just happened. You closed the door and went for your phone again to text Lily. Would you believe me if I told you I’m obsessed with him?.She answered almost immediately: Totally, I was hoping you would be girl.

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[mooncalvin]

I thought you would never (George Russell)

Summary: just some friends to lovers fluff.

George had always been passionate about Racing. From the moment he sat behind the Wheel of a go-kart as a child, he knew that it was what he was meant to do. And as he escalated through Formula One, he had never felt better.

Signing a contract with Mercedes was something he could only have dreamed of, but as the 2022 season started, he couldn’t feel but feel disappointed. The car was slower than he had hoped, and he was struggling to keep up with the other drivers. 

It was in Bahrain where he met her. She was the daughter of one of the new engineers in Mercedes, and as he entered the garage after the race  he saw her talking to Toto and her father about how nervous she was of meeting Lewis Hamilton, not even acknowledging him. The only thing he could think was how cute her enthusiasm was, laughing about how he had been euphoric too when he had met his favourite drivers as a kid.

He didn’t really want to speak to Toto after, knowing that he had only achieved P4 because of the issues with the Red Bull car, but he went either way, his curiosity about the girl winning over his common sense. 

“Hi”, he said and cringed instantly, feeling like a teenager again.

“Hello George, you already know Mr. Gomes and this is her daughter” Toto introduced them. George noticed how she had stopped talking when he arrived looking away bashfully. He shaked her father’s hand and smiled at her not really knowing what to say next.

“You did great out there” he complimented him with another smile.

“Thank you, but it could’ve surely been better” he laughed, trying to lighten the mood.

“It sure could have, we need to work through it” Mr. Gomes said and Toto nodded.

After all the fuss of the race, the only thing he wanted was going back to the hotel. After he arrived he decided to go to the rooftop of the hotel, not feeling tired enough to go to bed yet. There she was, sitting in one of the hammocks reading a book. She looked up and smiled almost instantly when she saw him.

“Hi” she greeted him.

“Hey, I didn’t know you were here, I can go if you want” he excused himself.

“No, don’t go, you can stay here if you want, I should be the one going, I don’t want to be a bother”

“No, it’s okay” he took a seat in the hammock to her right. After five minutes, he broke the silence.

“Have you met him?” he asked.

“Met who?”

“Lewis. I heard you talking to your father and Toto about it when I entered the garage” he didn’t actually know why he had said that.

“Oh yes, it was great. I'm a big fan of his, and now that my father works for you I knew I had to convince him to bring me here. I’m sure he thought I am crazy or something like that.” she laughed.

“I was freaking out when I met him too”, he laughed with her.

“It must be amazing to be you” he blurted.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Being here, doing what you have always dreamt and working with your idols, I would love it” 

“Mind if I ask you what you do?” he said, genuinely curious.

“I am a journalist, I write for the newspaper back home” she answered, and he saw how her face shifted, sad smile on her lips. He looked ate her, not really knowing how to handle the situation. She noticed him and changed her mood almost instantly “Don’t worry, I really love my job, it’s just that I would really like to try new things you know?”

“Yeah, I feel like that sometimes,” he stated.

“I don’t believe you!” she joked.

“Yes, it wasn’t true,” he laughed with her.

That was the first of many nights together. Every race that she was in, they always ended like that, talking and joking into the early hours of the morning. At a certain point, this ceased to be enough, and they spent even the days when they were not in the same place, Catia at home and George at wherever the race was that week or at home in London, talking through facetime or texting as if they had been friends forever. 

It wasn’t a secret that they had feelings for each other, but it seemed that they were the only oblivious ones. Her parents couldn’t help but laugh when they saw her smiling at the phone and she told them that it was only George and George was more distracted than ever, that got him a couple scoldings from Toto.

It was in Brazil, after a hard season, that he won his first Grand Prix, and she was there to celebrate it with him. Just after getting off the podium she went running to him and as they embraced each other their hearts started beating faster. They looked at each other’s eyes and everything stopped around them, but it didn’t last long, as George was taken away from her by his team. 

He didn’t see her until later that night at the team party to celebrate his victory. He went out to have some air and he found her at the club’s terrace, she seemed absorbed in her thoughts. 

“Hey” he greeted her, feeling the tension between them.

“Hi” she smiled weakly. After a minute of silence she spoke again “congratulations, I just  realised I haven’t told you before”

“Thank you for being there, I was so happy to see you”

Another silence.

“George, do you like me?” it took him by surprise how bold she was.

“Yes, I like you, otherwise we won’t be friends”

“I’m serious George” she rolled her eyes.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he looked her in the eyes

“I don’t know, you tell me”

“Of course I like you, almost since I met you” he said sincerely. That surprised her.

“Well I like you too”

“Nice”

“Now are you going to kiss me or something?”

“I thought you would never ask”

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[mooncalvin]

Ask nicely // George Russell

Summary: you hadn't planned to go home with someone at Lando's birthday party, but how could you resist him?

Warnings: +18 (mdni), sexual content

Words: 1,3k

This is my first smut, I hope it doesn’t suck! Also, english is not my first language.

You weren’t really sure of why Charlotte has insisted so much on you coming to this party. It was one of her boyfriend Charles' friend's birthday, and you knew Lance was going to be there.

“I’m not really keen on going out tonight, Char” you whined.

“Come on girl, you haven’t left this apartment since you two broke up, it’s time you stop moaning and start looking for some fun, maybe you can meet someone there” she insisted.

“Well, then help me look for an outfit, I don’t even know what to wear” you got up and went to your closet. “What do you think?” you showed her a yellow floral dress that you haven’t worn in a long time.

“Are we going to the beach? I told you the party was in that new club downstreet”

“Then what the fuck am I supposed to wear?” you sighed.

“Well, what about this? You’ll look fucking hot” she picked up a dark blue dress that you didn’t even remember you had bought. 

“I don’t think I can fit in that, I bought it ages ago”

“Just try it, for god’s sake” you could see her starting to get frustrated, so you went along with it and went to the bathroom to get changed. When you came out she looked up from her phone and grinned at you. “Well, didn’t know I could be such a good stylist, I wish I had those tits” You couldn’t help but laugh as you went for a pair of heels. “Charles is already waiting for us, hurry up”.

“Okay okay, I’m ready”.

When you arrived it was already crowded, but of course that wasn’t a problem when you were by probably the most famous monegasque, so you went into the club before you couldn’t even notice.

You couldn't help but look around to see if Lance was already here, and there he was, talking to someone you didn’t know. How could you, when in the two years that your relationship lasted he was that insistent in keeping you out of this world, telling you that being with you helped him to get away from it all.

“Hey, you are here” Lando greeted you all. He hugged Charles and Charlotte and then looked at you.

“Happy birthday” you said sheepishly, feeling a bit uneasy.

“Thanks. It’s been ages, how are you? How about going for a drink?” he asked you, with a welcoming smile. 

You all went to the bar, where Alex and George were asking for their own drinks. You noticed how they turned at your arrival, and also how George was checking you out shamelessly. You couldn’t help but blush and look away, not without noticing him smirking. 

“Hey, you are here!” Alex said cheerfully, he was one of the few drivers you kept in contact with, since his girlfriend Lily was a good friend of yours. He put his arm around your shoulders and turned around so you were looking at George. “Hey mate, do you know her?” you cringed, wanting the earth to swallow you up.

“I don’t have the pleasure” he answered and grinned at you as he extended his hand. You were confused, he couldn't be flirting with you, he didn’t even know you. You offered him your hand, not really knowing what else to do, he took it and kissed it, earning a nervous laugh from you. He looked like he was playing a game, and you only wanted to let yourself be carried by it. It was Charles who burst your bubble, looking a bit uncomfortable with the interaction. 

“Well we’re going to say hello to Pierre” and as he said it they were already gone, leaving you and George alone. After some small talk, and half of your drink, your inhibitions were gone, so you approached him and whispered into his ear.

“Wanna go dancing?” he grabbed your hand and dragged you onto the dance floor. 

There was nothing pure in the way you two were dancing, rubbing your bodies together without leaving any space in between. After a few songs you saw Lance approaching the dancefloor with the girl who he had cheated on you during the last months of your relationship, that was Lance, he always got what he wanted, so why would he have settled with only one girlfriend. George noticed the way your attitude changed and looked at where you were looking at.

“No, you cannot be,” he said.

“What do you mean?” you asked him, confused.

“Are you Stroll’s girlfriend?” you didn’t really know how he could know that, taking into account that you have never spoken before. He explained himself “he was always bragging about this girlfriend of his, about how sexy she was, and I used to laugh at him thinking he was lying, but damn was he right”

“Why?” you asked, losing into his intense stare.

“You sure are sexy as hell” that is all it took for you to grab his face and kiss him, never having felt so bold. He continued to kiss you, his hands firmly on your waist until you couldn't breathe. He started laughing “I think someone is enjoying the show” you turned around and saw Lance looking at you, almost red with fury. Normally you would have stopped what you were doing, but this night the only thing that mattered was George and you. 

“Let’s get out of here” you said and after passing through Lance, leaving him shocked, you were out of the club. 

You couldn’t keep your hands off each other, messy kisses and desperate touches. You ran off the taxi when you arrived at his hotel, hurrying up til you reached his room. He was quick to remove your clothes, getting you out of your dress as his kisses started going down. He nibbled at your neck, one hand at your nape while the other went to your breast, circling your nipple with his finger and pinching it. You couldn't help but moan as you felt him touching you. 

You went for his shirt, unbuttoning it and discarding it with your dress. He fumbled a bit with his belt and got out of his trousers. Then he picked you up and moved you to his bed, getting on top of you. 

“Well, isn’t this a sight for sore eyes” he said cheekily, as he kissed up and down your thighs.

“Come on” you whined.

“Ask nicely, if you really want it” 

“Please touch me George”

“Good girl” he grinned as he started to lick your pussy, eating you out like he was starved. As you were getting close you grabbed him by his hair, but it suddenly stopped. You moaned at the loss of contact, but he was quick to kiss you, making you taste yourself in your mouth.

“I don’t want you to come til I’m inside you darling” he stated. He seated him at the head of the bed and started stroking himself softly, all while staring at you. You blushed a bit at the situation, but took his silent invitation to ride him. You put him slowly inside you, feeling the stretch, it had been a long time since you have had sex, and well, he was big.

“God you feel so tight” he laid his head on your shoulder and kissed your collarbone as his hands went to your ass, encouraging you to move. The air was filled with your moans and grunts, the sound of skins clashing and the headboard against the wall. 

“Am I better than him? Did he fucked you this good?”

“No George”

“Say my name again” he groaned

“Please George, harder” you begged him. You wouldn’t last much longer

“Babe I’m close” he said.

“Me too, George” 

“Then come for me darling” and that was it. You both reached your high and then fell on the bed. Your naked bodies lying together.

“Well are you up for round two?” he asked. You definitely were in for a long night.

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[mooncalvin]

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