F1 Reader Inserts

Riding Shotgun || PG10 & CL16

Pairing: boyfriend!Charles Leclerc x fem!reader x ex!Pierre Gasly
Summary: A trip away with your boyfriend takes a turn when your ex comes along.
Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, mentions of historical cheating, unprotected sex, voyeur/exhibition kink.

Charles' Ferrari pulled up outside his apartment just as you stepped outside with the overnight bag he had asked you to pack. The excited smile on your face hadn't wavered since he promised to take you away for the night, just the two of you. So much of his time at home this trip has been spent with others, like going to the tennis open or some photoshoot, that he wanted to treat you to something special.

But as the passenger door swung open you saw he wasn't alone.

"Oh, hey Pierre," you greeted your ex who was sitting in your seat before lifting a questioning eyebrow to your boyfriend behind the steering wheel. "What are you doing here?"

"I hope you don't mind, when Charles said he was going to Milan I thought I might catch a ride," Pierre said as jumped out and took your bag to the boot.

"Should I call a taxi?" you asked as Pierre sat back in the passenger seat.

"You can sit on his lap," Charles offered with a nod in Pierre's direction, "it's not that far to the airport."

"You want me to sit on my ex-boyfriend's lap for half an hour," you stated, hoping he would pick up on the strangeness of the set up but he seemed oblivious. "Why doesn't Pierre just drive?"

"No one drives my Pista," he scoffed, like what you had said was absurd and not what he had. "Just get in or we'll be late."

You looked back at the apartment but knew you weren't going to miss out on a night away with Charles so you took a steadying breath and climbed into the car.

You had forgotten how muscular Pierre was until you sat on his lap, not that Charles wasn't, but Pierre took more interest in bulking up when he went to the gym. It made for a very uncomfortable seat in a car built for luxury.

"Stop squirming," Pierre muttered in your ear as you shifted once again.

"You're not exactly soft."

His large hands gripped your hips and planted you firmly in one spot as Charles left the city and started the ascent through the winding mountain road to Nice.

"Charles, slow down," you warned as you grabbed the handle above the door and the dash.

Without a seatbelt you were rocking side to side with each corner and Pierre had wrapped his arms around your waist to keep you from jolting forward whenever Charles broke into the tight corners. Attempting to stabilise you further, Pierre widened his legs but the movement caused your jeans to pull tight as he forced your thighs apart and the seam pressed into a very sensitive spot.

Charles did hear your sharp intake of breath over the music that was playing but Pierre did and a quiet chuckle teased your ear.

"Everything alright, princess?"

His words were mocking, the title one you had been given since going public with the 'people's prince of Monaco'.

"Fine," you bit back sharply before Charles took another corner quickly and the seam of your jeans rubbed over your clit, a small unexpected moan escaping at the sensation. You froze at the sound and became hyper aware of everything happening in the car; from Charles pressing the volume up on the steering console to the length growing hard beneath you.

"You don't sound fine," he teased, his hands slipping lower down your waist. "You sound...needy. Does Charles not satisfy you like I did?"

Your fist clenched around the handle as you fought the urge to drop your elbow on his head but that would certainly draw Charles' attention to the situation you had found yourself in.