Sex Scandal {Charles Leclerc}

introduction

Okay, so this is the first chapter of my first F1 fic. You'll probably notice.

I'm grateful for any tips on my writing or the Formula 1 department in general. I'm sure there will be some more experienced F1 fanfic readers here!

Anyways, welcome to the how much angst and suffering can I put into one fanfic game!
Just fyi I love making my characters absolutely miserable <3

Also please acknowledge that the characters in this fic are SEPARATE from the people in real life. I'm writing them how I imagine them, but the plot and characteristics portrayed here have NOTHING to do WITH the real drivers!

And about Kyra: She's a character I've used in other fics of mine!
I hope you'll love her just as much as I do. I know she'll come off as a total bitch at first, but she's really great (in my biased opinion). Maybe some of you will be able to relate to her (if that is the case, please get immediate help from a therapist!!!)

Oh and this fanfic is pretty graphic, sexually and otherwise! So TW's for this chapter are: SEX TAPE DESCRIPTION & VOMITING

Anyways, here we go!

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The 2022 season had ended horribly for Charles Leclerc and only a small part of it was connected to the actual racing part of Formula 1. What had actually brought his downfall - as Charles like the think of it - was the release of a sex tape, showing him in a very compromising position.

It had started as a small, barely noticable thing, so his PR team hadn't been able put a stop to it immediately. A girl, Charles had had a one night stand with after his win in Austria, started selling the footage online for a very high price. People had been skeptical about the authenticity of the video, but once word spread that it was real, everyone went apeshit. Thousands of people bought it, made copies, spread those and by then it was to late to do anything about it.

Charles himself didn't find out until an hour before his race in Belgium, resulting in a DNF. He hadn't been able to focus and while he hadn't watched the footage yet, he was pretty sure which one of his flings would have been psychotic enough to do it.
Back in the Ferrari garage, Charles went straight to his drivers room to make sure his suspicions were right. Finding the video didn't take long. It was at the top of his feed on every social media app he had installed on his phone.

The thumbnail was enough to make Charles stomach twist, but he managed to click on it anyways, his hands shaking.

It was strange, seeing himself tied up on a strangers bed with a blonde riding on top of him. Charles had turned down the volume, but he could still hear himself whimpering and begging for the girl to do things to him. Things he was too embarrassed to even think about now. This level of submission he was showing in the video was something he was deeply insecure about, something he only showed to few people. He surely never wanted to tell anyone about this side of him and now...

Now everyone knew about it. Everyone had seen it. Heard him.

Charles made it to the small built-in bathroom just in time to throw up into the toilet. Again and again until there was nothing left. At some point tears had started streaming down his face, waves of sobs shook his body so strongly he couldn't even get up anymore. So Charles stayed on the floor of the bathroom, curled up and feeling dirty in more than one way.

But even with his eyes closed he couldn't escape the images flashing in front of his inner eye. What he'd done. What he had said... It was out there and none of it could ever be taken back.
The voice in the back of his mind was cussing him out, calling him disgusting, pathetic, a failure. And that was just him. He hadn't even read what people on the internet had to say about him... or the other drivers... or his team!