#Carlos sainz jr fanfic

[eccentricwritingbaby]

baby finn series, preparations

lando norris x mom!wife!reader

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summary - lando and y/n begin their quest to prepare for their baby on the way, while their first baby is just happy to be included. 

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“baby? do you have everything?” you called out to your three year old, attempting to teach him some independence with his attire, yet regretting it instantly. finn walked into your view wearing a bright red ferrari t shirt, purple shorts, mismatched socks, and a papaya mclaren baseball cap to top off the look. 

“well don’t you look dashing?” your husband laughs out from behind you towards his son. 

“tank you, dada!” finn happily screeches back, “i pick it by myself!”

“you did?!” lando fakes his surprise to the young boy, holding his chest and raising his eyebrows for the emphasis, “you’re such a big boy, finn!”

“i am! i big like you dada!” finn jumps at the praise and begins to clap, excited by the attention and thrill of being compared to his father. you couldn’t help but join in on the laughs and allow finn to go out as he was dressed, even though you really wanted him to be a bit more coordinated - you couldn’t be bothered with the day ahead of you. 

you and lando were preparing the nursery today, and the first stop was shopping. although you had the large items such as the crib and changing station from finn, you wanted this baby to also have newer items and ones that were their own. especially since after finn grew out of most of his things, lando had just donated them in order to clear up space in the home. 

there was also another reason - the sex of the baby. you and lando had found out yesterday, and wanted a fresh nursery. 

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yesterday - doctor’s office

you were lying back in the chair, gown on and ready for your ultrasound. lando’s hand had not left yours since getting out of the car on the way in. his grip was tight, as was your own. you were both riddled with nerves to find out the gender today. 

“i’m so excited,” you squeak out in a whisper to your husband, giggles filling your voice due to the butterflies filling your stomach. 

“me too, y/n. i hope it’s a girl,” he breathes out, joining in your quiet laughter, attempting to tame the nerves. 

“i think it will be, i had a dream two nights ago with a pink nursery in it,” you relay back to him, lando just stares back at you with a wide smile, a hand coming up slowly to stroke your stomach. 

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and it was a girl. a strong, healthy girl the doctor said would be the size of a bell pepper at five months along. you and lando were absolutely giddy for the shopping trip and so was finn. to welcome little baby girl norris into this world in a few months was all the buzz in the home. finn was absolutely raving about having a little sister as you and your husband were so happy he was taking it well. 

“alright norris family, time to go!” lando calls out from the front door, “let’s go!” 

“i coming! i coming!” finn yells out, wobbling out of his room and towards lando’s legs. he stops an inch before the crash into them, but not without losing his balance and tumbling into your husband’s sturdy hold. not trusted by his own two feet anymore, he’s now perched on lando’s hip as you walk towards the door. 

“i think i’ve got everything,” you sigh out, looking into your bag one last time. 

“snacks?” lando asks, to begin your routine of a verbal checklist ever since your baby brain had kicked in. 

“goldfish and pretzels,” you reply, hearing a quiet ‘yay’ with a clap from your first-born. 

“wallet?”

“yes,”

“keys,”

“you have those,”

“right, wipes?”

“yes, i think it’s all here,”

“okay, we can always stop back if we need anything,” lando assures you as he pulls you closer for a quick kiss to the lips, “now let’s go if we want to get back a bit early,”

“right, right,” you move to kiss your son’s head and give him a quick tickle, “we’ve gotta go before dada’s in a mood, right baby?” finn giggles at your antics as lando rolls his eyes with a laugh, pushing his family out of the door. 

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“momma! this one!” finn yells out into the store, leading you to turn around and see what he was presenting you with. 

“oh, honey,” you chuckle in amusement, “lan, look what our lovely son wants to purchase for our daughter,” you grab lando’s attention and he just groans beside you.

“really, finn? ferrari merch for my daughter too?” lando playfully scolds his son as finn just pushes the little red onesie closer to your filled up cart, “nuh uh, back it up mister,” lando grabs the onesie from finn and places it back on the rack, instead trading it for a certain papaya one. 

“is that better for you and your ego, lan?” you ask with a laugh, poking his stomach to tease him further.

“i can handle finn being a fan, but this baby? she’s gonna be full on papaya,” he swats your hand away with a chuckle and scoops his son into his arms, “no more ferrari for baby girl, got it?” lando waves a warning finger in front of finn’s face, but his son just gurgles in happiness at his dad’s attention, continuously trying to grab hold of his hand. 

“alright norris boys,” you announce to the two, “i think we have enough clothes and toys for baby girl until she’s four so let’s get going,” happy cheers erupt from the duo as you head to pay for your items. 

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your little growing family arrived home close to dinner time, you carrying two babies and a diaper bag as your husband dragged the multiple large bags of purchased items into your home. 

“do you want to just throw those all into the nursery and we can sort it all tomorrow, lan?” you ask in his direction as you gently drop your son to his feet. with finn’s newfound freedom, he immediately runs over to his playmat in the living room, beginning the fairytale escapades of a three year old and a large amount of toy cars. 

“yes, love,” lando answers your question and heads towards the nursery, but not without placing a kiss to your awaiting lips. 

“i’m gonna get started on dinner,” you call back towards your husband as he starts towards the nursery.

“spaghetti?” your husband suggests with his signature puppy dog eyes.

“‘pageti!” his young twin cries out from the opposite direction, clapping his hands together for strong emphasis on his dinner choice.

“alright, spaghetti it is,” you giggle in amusement, “easier for me anyways,” you whisper the last part to yourself as you head into the kitchen and begin preparations. 

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shit. you think to yourself as you turn uncomfortably in bed. who forgot to close the curtains last night? as you think, the culprit himself opens them further and you groan at the blinding light cascading throughout your bedroom. 

“lannnn,”

“i know, baby,” he laughs at you, proceeding to walk over towards you in bed, “but we have so much to do today in the nursery,”

“love, i know you’re excited to get this done,” as you look at him through squinted eyes, he takes a seat next to your horizontal frame, “but we do have four more months,”

“i know that,” lando begins, reaching his hand towards you to move your bed head out of your face, “but love, i’ve wanted to do all of this since you were seven weeks pregnant,”

“okay, fine,” you groan as he silently cheers, “help me up though,” he laughs, reaching both his hands around your body and lifting with ease. once stood on your own two feet after a few goodmorning kisses from lando, you head to the bathroom in order to wash up.

“our other baby will be up soon, so let’s knock out as much as we can before interruptions, yeah?” lando suggests as you start to brush your teeth. you simply nod in his direction and he happily runs over to give you a kiss on the forehead, “i’ll be in the nursery, come join me once  you’re done,” with a light tap on the bum and one more kiss to the top of your head, your giddy husband races out of the room. 

“it’s just you and me baby girl,” you caress your bump as you whisper to her, “we live in a house of crazy boys,” you laugh quietly to yourself at the memories, “but we all cannot wait to meet you,”

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a/n - pls pls comment some baby girl names you'd enjoy to see! next couple chapters and she's hereee

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⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Diet Pepsi

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♥ pairing: carlos sainz x fem!reader

♥ synopsis: early in the f1 season fans found their love for you, carlos sainz new girlfriend who loves to write him poems. however the fans realized the secret letters you wrote to him were nothing like they thought when you unexpectedly dropped a spicy new song with lyrics taken from the poems.

♥ smau - fc: addison rae - as always none of the pictures are mine

♥ warnings: swearing, suggestive jokes, and one hate comment !!!

♥ a/n: ME? posting TWICE in one week?! we're so back. thank you for suggesting this fic idea @1800-love-me <3

-March 19, 2024-

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yourusername p1 in melbourne. congrats amor <3

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carlossainz55 mi amuleto de buena suerte 😘 - (my good luck charm)

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lilymhe it was great to meet you! alex and I had an amazing time :)

yourusername same here! let me know the next time you wanna meet up 🫶

oscarpiastri @/alex_albon double date without me and @/lilyzneimer...

oscarpiastri its literally my home race

alex_albon you don't even know carlos that well 😭

oscarpiastri @/alex_albon do you??

alex_albon @/oscarpiastri ...

yourusername what did I get myself into

user8 she is STUNNING

user4 oh my gosh shes already friends with lily m? I love her already

user7 if the girls love her so do we

landonorris he finally pulled

carlossainz55 "finally"?

landonorris @/carlossainz55 yeah

carlossainz55 @/landonorris says lando norizz

landonorris 😧

user3 I know Carlos did NOT JUST CALL HIM LANDO NORIZZ 😭

user5 HOW DOES CARLOS EVEN KNOW ABOUT THAT

-Post Race Interview Highlights-

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carlossainz55 caught her in the act

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yourusername i’m literally just a girl

lilymhe have some respect for your girlfriend !!

yourusername thanks lily

yourusername fine sue me for loving you too much ☹️

landonorris you hold onto her @/carlossainz55

yourusername AWW LANDO 🥹

user1 LANDOO :(

user8 he's the sweetest thing

user3 imagine your girlfriend writing letters to you

user7 she’s a POET

user6 trapped inside the body of a finance guy

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user10 oh I love her

user4 the lipstick stains-

user12 shes such a romantic

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🔒 yn.priv my boy’s a winner, he loves the game, my lips reflect off his cross gold chain

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francisca.cgomes luv you

alexandracooper can’t wait to see you ladies 😘

yourusername <3

yourbestfriend are you working on something…

jyourusername perhaps 🙈

landonorris 🤨

carlossainz55 nos vemos pronto x (i’ll see you soon)

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haileybieber you are gorgeous

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APRIL 9TH

Y/n and Kika: Wag Life, Industry Parties, & Age-gaps | Call Her Daddy

Join Alex in the studio for an interview with Y/n L/n and Francisca C. Gomes. The two open up about being reduced to their partner's fame, finding independency, and working on their own public brands. They discuss chaotic industry parties, not just within modeling, but the secretive business of Formula One and entering their healthiest relationships. Enjoy!

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"Y/n and Kika welcome to Call Her Daddy, I'm so happy we're doing this, it's honestly been way too long since we've seen each other," Alex says, beginning the episode. "A lot of people don't know but I've known you for a while now, you were friends with Mads [Argy] first."

"Yeah the two of us met through her but I don't think you've met Kika yet, right?" you ask, looking over towards Francisca.

"No we haven't, so it's really great to meet you," she smiles. "Your modeling careers have been going amazing I saw Kika you worked with ALO and Rhode recently, and Y/n we've been trying to get you on the podcast for like a year now but the thing that solidified this episode in my mind was when I saw Carlos post about your little letters to him."

"Oh my god," you muttered, hiding your face as the other two girls laughed.

"She carries this pink notepad around with her in the paddock," Kika gestures with her fingers.

"We’ve been itching to read your writing so if you ever get around to releasing something definitely hit me up," Alex spoke into the mic.

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yourusername who's ready for miami?

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haileybieber me !

yourusername can’t wait to see you 🫶

user1 the collab we indeed knew we needed

user6 yn model career when

user4 @/user6 right?! she’s so stunning

user23 don’t you think it’s weird that she’d get a career bc her boyfriend is famous?

alexandracooper @/user23 looks like someone missed an episode of CHD :/

user8 clock their ass alex

carlossainz55 🕯️ ferrari front row 🕯️

landonorris @/carlossainz55 hey 😕

yourusername 🕯️ logan sargeant podium 🕯️ haas 1-2 🕯️

carlossainz55 @/yourusername …

user13 🗣️🇺🇸🦅

user7 i can’t wait to see yn in the paddock again

user10 same! i wonder how many of the girls are gonna be there

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carlossainz55 amazing drive out there today. proud of you @/landonorris.

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landonorris gracias cabron

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yourusername *sniffles*

user2 stoppp 🥹

user3 carlando!

user7 they should be a throuple

yourusername i’m considering it

carlossainz55 @/yourusername i saw that

yourusername congrats lando 🧡

landonorris thanks yn ❤️

user1 i’m gonna psychoanalyze the hearts btw

user8 i’m so normal about this 🙂↕️

user10 @/user1 they’re mclaren and ferrari colors 🥹

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🔒 yn.priv modeling for @/rhode out here in miami

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haileybieber gorgeous as always. thanks for meeting with us 🤍

yn.priv any time! thank you so much for the opportunity

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alexandrasaintmleux literally stunning

yn.priv no you !! have we seen the pictures they took of you for the case?! phenomenal

carlossainz55 ven a casa rápido 😘 (come home quick)

yn.priv sí, señor 🙈

landonorris i wish i could unread this

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ynfan1 ok but seriously, what’s up with yn and carlos? for some reason everyone's saying they broke up but I can't find any proof at all?

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user4 something something "she's not at every race". she’s got her own life bro huh 😭

user5 didn’t alex cooper say yn was working on a project

user4 @/user5 she did! yn is probably working on that. they both have tight schedules so it’s not like they’ll be around each other 24/7

user7 I miss the yncarlos content so bad

ynfan1 don’t we all

user10 i really hope they didn’t break up

user5 im starting to think they did…

user11 this is such a non issue 😭 it’s been like a few weeks since we heard from them

user6 EXACTLY yall are making up stuff at this point

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yourusername im so grateful to announce you can now stream my new song diet pepsi on all platforms. the lyrics were taken from the poems i wrote to my lovely boyfriend @/carlossainz55 over the (almost) year we’ve been together. 🤍

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user1 when yn said she wrote poems to carlos this is NOT what i was expecting 😳

user3 SITTIN ON HIS LAP SIPPIN DIET PEPSI

user7 “my boy’s a winner” YES HE IS

user6 releasing this right before monaco? power move.

user2 she’s manifesting for carlos

user1 ferrari 1-2 cmon

tatemcrae i’m obsessed with this song actually

yourusername thank you tate 🫶

user12 CARLOS IS IN THE MV. I REPEAT. CARLOS IS IN THE MV

lilymhe @/alex_albon so this is what you were humming to today 🤔

alex_albon its catchy 🤷‍♂️

landonorris @/yourusername did alex get to hear this song before me

yourusername @/landonorris whaaattt noo that’s crazy

carlossainz55 @/yourusername mi amor he’s sensitive about these things

user8 never beating the throuple allegations

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yourusername congratulations on your win @/charles_leclerc you really are the prince of Monaco. I'm not in person to support my team but I'm there in spirit! I love you @/carlossainz55 congrats on p3 <3

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charles_leclerc merci yn

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carlossainz55 thank you amor 🫶 I'm so proud of you as well

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user1 are we gonna ignore diet pepsi...

user2 EXACTLY what I was thinking about

alexandrasaintmleux we missed you in the paddock

yourusername missed you too !!

user8 the queen herself

lilymhe obsessed with the new song

yourusername thank you lily 🥹

user10 SOSO impressed with the song. shes an artist now !

user7 right?! the vibes are absolutely immaculate

user9 the imagery >>>

user6 carlos is a lucky man omg

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yourusername I write my name with lipstick on your chest, I leave a mark so you know I'm the best 💋

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[two-white-butterflies]

★ — lights will guide you home | carlos sainz and multi

Description: Trying to find love after your ex-fiancee told you that his mistress makes him happier. How hard could it be?

part two of it was all yellow

Pairing: actress!singer!reader/multi (undecided), actress!singer!reader/carlos sainz (past).

Trope: Secret Baby Trope

Disclaimer: Everything written in this fanfic holds no truth about anyone's personality or actions. It is made purely for entertainment.

A/N: this part will mainly focus on the main character and her relationship with pablo, while setting things up with her future love interest + angst with carlos?🤔

carlossainz55: Everyday Magic! I love you baby.

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ynnationlovebears: GIRL...

because.official: aww he looks so cute hubs 🥺 - carlossainz55: ❤️

iggyagaelabeef2: OH MY GOD SHE'S GOING TO KILL U

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The situation was awkward. Pablo was wise beyond his years, he understood the situation - but his difficulty understanding it was obvious. He wasn't comfortable around Carlos, who until yesterday didn't even exist in his little world.

"Give him time." you comforted the older man.

It felt strange, comforting a man who was the reason of your sorrow. He was the reason that you didn't feel confident in your own skin, in your own face, because he thought that someone was better.

You spent these past years trying to look for the faults that he found inside of you, because if he could cheat on you, the next one could.

"Until yesterday, he didn't even know that you existed." you scoffed, attempting to avoid his guilty stare. "I don't know what I'm looking for - or what he likes. Children are a tough crowd." he chuckled nervously, mentally cursing Kirkman for leaving the both of you.

There was a silence, only interrupted by the slight sound of rain on the background. It was obvious that you had nothing in common. You had no desire with being friends with him. "I posted him on instagram, is that fine?" he broke through the thick atmosphere.

You licked your chapped lips.

"Yeah."

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notdanielricciardopriv: this is so scary 😭

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notmaxv33: Slendrina - notynln: a lotta nerve from someone singing gagadegadao with my son ??

landofanbasebutreallandonorris: IM SO SCARED RIGHT NOW PLEASE DON'T KIDNAP ME - notynln: 😭

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ynworldupdates: I literally don't understand why Carlos Sainz Jr. decided to cheat on the most beautiful woman in the whole universe 😭😭 like SHE LITERALLY PLAYS TARGARYENS FOR A LIVING MAN!!

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birdsofafeather83: literally mother mary incarnate

holypoodlesticks: i want this woman to play a divine goddess

alex_lnc: that's why i love women, men will always CHEAT

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floppiana83: "that makes her a good friend" MAX YOU ARE NOT SLICK HAHAHAHAHAHA

arianabanana: And they get married and have kids

inchident01: go to 2:01 I'm sensing a crush

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"Charles told me that you were ignoring Carlos' messages." Daniel sits beside me, his face filled with concern.

"I didn't know how to react, okay." you groaned.

A few days ago Carlos posted a picture of Pablo. Your son's face was in full view, everyone began to critique his features - even the looksmaxxing community had a lot to say. It was a boy! A child!

"If you didn't want him posting P - then you should've told him in the first place." he responded, trying to play devil's advocate. It only added more to your fury. "The deed was done, someone probably already saved it - I couldn't just ask Carlos to delete the picture."

"- plus, you know how I get with confrontation." you breathed.

He was about to respond, but he sees your crestfallen face. The same curve of your lips that you miserably wore when you lost a game of UNO, or lost an acting role that you've been pining for.

"I hate him for what he did, but I miss him like a little kid. He makes me feel so stupid and useless."

" - when I'm around him, I can't help but think about my mistakes. I could've been better - maybe then, Pablo would have both of his parents." you sobbed, burying your face in his chest.

Daniel takes a deep breath.

"It shouldn't come from me ... but it's tough being a mother. Carlos can afford to make mistakes, no one will hate him for it - but it's unfair once you're the one who does." he comforted.

Between all your friends, Daniel was the only one who knew how to comfort another person. He was a blessing. A warm teddy bear.

"I-I just wanted to give Pablo the change of having privacy. His father and I never had that as kids. I know how tough it is being in the spotlight, I thought he'd understand." you sighed.

This was another lesson.

"I'll tell him next time." you nodded to yourself. A human being can make mistakes, but as a mother, it's best to not have any.

I've got to learn how to put my foot down.

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yn.ln: a lot of you don't know this but me and @maxverstappen go way back.. i've seen the interview, thank you for calling me a good friend 🤣💚 ps. we first met each other when we were 5 and i'm pretty sure he forgot about me until we met again at 17 🤣

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helaenaslawyer: OH MY GOD ?? SHE LOOKED LIKE RHAENYRA WHEN SHE WAS A KID...THE HOTD CASTING DEPARTMENT NEVER MISSED

emmadarcy: OMG 🔥

maxieworldf1: never beating the sibling allegations

maxverstappen: Have you always been that short? - yn.ln: uhuh mr. tall king? lols

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Carlos was taking snaps of Pablo on his new Kodak camera. The little boy seemed to enjoy being the subject of his father's photos. Daniel nudges your elbows, encouraging you to speak up. "Carlos, will you be posting that on social media?" you inquired.

He looked up with a smile - the smile that used to have you weak on your knees, now instead leaving you with neutral feelings. "If it's okay with you?" his eyebrows merged into each other.

"Uh I actually would prefer it if Pablo stays off the media for a few years, just until he's old enough to make his own decisions." the words slipped out of your mouth like a dam.

His eyebrows raised upwards, surprised.

"Oh I'm sorry that makes sense." his voice sounded defeated, but he quickly returns to playing with his son. You lean back on the sun-bed, flashing Daniel a winning smile. "That was surprisingly easy." you leaned back, watching as he takes a sip of his piña colada.

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yn.ln: this is so 2014 core 🕷 📸 shot by p

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helaenaworld: this awakened something within me

holdmybeer: pedro alonso, stephanie beatriz, cm punk, carlos sainz I GET YOU...

bandanaqueef: O M G O M G O M G

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formulaonewagsupdate: because and y/n l/n in one boat?

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becausefanbase: i get it why carlos cheated HAHAHA

hotpotcentauri: Why does Y/N always look so awk? - ynlncloset: y/n l/n does not belong to you because, mainstream media and parties do... - callmeadefender: She's literally the most charming of all of the ladies in that boat 💀

babyohh: to be a fly on the wall during that yacht ride.

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next part>>

thanks for the support guys. pt. 3 will focus on the yacht ride.

IDEAS FOR THE FUTURE ENDGAME ARE STILL OPEN, JUST BECAUSE THIS CHAPTER IS MAX AND DAN CENTRIC DOESN'T 100% MEAN THAT THOSE DRIVERS ARE ENDGAME.

[httpsserene]

𝐬𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 | 𝐜𝐬. 𝟓𝟓 & 𝐥𝐧. 𝟒

summary: as a cart girl, you’ve never been intrigued by any of the men you serve on the green. by complete chance, you meet carlos and lando—they monopolize your summers for the unforeseeable future. pairing: poly! carlos sainz jr x lando norris x phd-student! fem!black!reader content warning: 18+ mdni. explicit sexual content. fluff angst and smut. plot with porn. summer romance. long distance relationships. explicit language. status: ongoing. posts will be tagged under #httpss :// sip of sunshine.

from, serene: "serene i thought you were releasing this as your 3k celly?" "serene is this why u disappeared for a week?" babes, the answer is yes ! i decided to do this series separate from the event because i wanted to give myself enough time to write this well so it's not a rushed product. super excited for this and i hope you all enjoy reading it xxx

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☀️prologue: SEE YOU NEXT SUMMER

you can't complain about being paid to soak up the heat of the spanish sun and serve drinks— if you can ignore the flirting middle-aged men. however, this summer could be your last. you need to decide by the end of the day if you're returning next year. if only there were a sign to help you make up your mind.

☀️ chapter one: SUMMER 'TWENTY-TWO

have you worked every shift possible for a chance of running into carlos and lando? yes. are you mad that you have a month of summer left and you still haven’t stumbled upon them? yes. (18+)

☀️ chapter two: SUMMER 'TWENTY-THREE

you thought what you had with carlos and lando was exclusive. the way the were photographed with another woman multiple times has you thinking differently. whatever—you'll cut them off and try to have some fun of your own on the green this summer. (18+)

☀️ chapter three: SUMMER 'TWENTY-FOUR

finishing your phd feels less and less important. this summer brings surprise promotions, changes of scenery, introductions to family, and plans for the future. (18+)

❄️ chapter four: WINTER 'TWENTY-FOUR

this december, you explore domestic bliss in monaco and experience your first white christmas in england with lando’s family. you’ll enjoy all future winters if they resemble anything near this. (18+)

☀️ chapter five: SUMMER 'TWENTY-SIX

the golf course treated you well the entire time you worked there. you make the most out of your final day on the green before you appreciate life with carlos and lando beyond it.

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Carlos considered himself a very lucky man. He truly had everything he could ever want.

A successful career, an amazing home in Spain, but the most prized possession was by far his family: you and little Matteo.

You and Carlos had been together for a couple of years when you found out you were pregnant with your baby boy, Matteo. You were quite nervous at the beginning when you found out, not knowing if it was the right time for a baby. Especially because Carlos' career with Ferrari had just begun.

But for Carlos, it was a no brainer.

He had wanted a family ever since he was a little boy, and he couldn't remember ever being as happy as he was when you told him you were pregnant. And thankfully, upon seeing his reaction, there was no doubt in your mind that Carlos would be the best father in the world to your baby.

And now, almost 5 years later down the road, you were absolutely standing by that statement. Matteo was the carbon copy of his father, those big brown eyes and that hair undoubtedly inheriting from Carlos.

You could never resist your boys, especially when they would both come to you with those big puppy brown eyes. You were melting in seconds under their shared gaze.

You were the happiest a woman can be, with your boyfriend and your son beside you. It couldn't get any better.

Except it was about to.

Carlos and Matteo had been plotting for a while behind your back, making sure everything was ready for the moment Carlos had been waiting for ever since he met you: asking you to marry him.

He had come up with a whole plan, nothing grand because you liked keeping things simple, but special nonetheless.

The morning of the day began like any other. Waking up with Carlos, getting some cuddles in before the day would start, and Matteo decided to join in on the cuddles as he came running into your bed with his stuffed chili in his hand.

"Good morning, baby boy. Did you sleep well?" you asked Matteo as he settled in on your chest, his small hands wrapped around your waist as much as he could reach.

"I dreamed of you and papa" Matteo said, giggling as you and Carlos shared a look.

"Oh, and what were we doing in this dream of yours?' Carlos asked, sneaking glances at you from the corner of his eyes.

You didn't know it, but Matteo and Carlos had planned this weeks in advance.

"It's a secret" Teo giggled, making you smile and smother him with kisses all over his face, eliciting squeals of joy from the little boy.

The 3 of you sat there in silence for a couple of minutes, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere of a family morning. Carlos was nervous, but he was doing his best to hide it from you. He had the whole day planned, and he was going to make sure everything went accordingly.

To start, he had to tell you that he would be taking you on a surprise trip today.

"Mi amor, I have a surprise for you today. But I need you to get ready to leave in about an hour" Carlos said, his voice small as to not disturb the snoozing toddler on your chest.

But that thought was quickly silenced when Matteo opened his eyes, smiling cheekily at his father.

"Where are we going?" you asked, furrowing your eyebrows. Carlos hadn't mentioned taking you anywhere until now, so it was really out of the blue for you.

"It's a surprise, mama!" Matteo said, giggling as he got up from your chest and sprinted out of the room and to his own bedroom to get ready, putting on the outfit he had chosen with Carlos the night before.

"You heard our little man, it's a surprise" Carlos said, pecking your lips before he got up from the bed and went straight to the bathroom.

Your skepticism was at an all-time high, but you just shook your head and smiled fondly. Even though you had so many questions for both Carlos and Matteo, you couldn't help but indulge them in their endeavor.

Within the hour, the 3 of you were leaving the house, all of you dressed to impress, but still casual. Matteo was the happiest little boy he could be and excited for what was about to happen, Carlos was nervous as hell, and you were oblivious as to what your boyfriend and son had planned.

Firstly, they took you to the hair salon to get your hair done, then they took you to the mall to get your nails done while they shopped for you (albeit doing a very good job at the same time) and then Carlos said you had one more stop on your little surprise journey.

And when you finally made it to the last stop, you felt so many emotions running through you, so many memories suddenly swimming around in your mind.

He had taken you to the hill overlooking Barcelona, the place where he had asked you to be his girlfriend all those years ago.

"It's been so long since we were here" you said when standing on top of the hill, looking around at your home city that stretched out beneath your eyes.

Carlos was standing behind you, having given his phone to little Matteo so he could record what was about to go down.

Matteo started recording and pointed the camera to the two of you, giggling quietly to himself.

Carlos silently took out the velvet box he had been hiding for months, long before he started organizing this whole thing, and cleared his throat, prompting you to turn around.

The realization suddenly hit you, seeing Carlos holding a ring in his hand and your precious son getting the whole moment on camera.

"You cheeky guys" you laughed, tears already flowing down your cheeks like a waterfall.

"Smile, mama!" Matteo said, smiling widely behind the camera.

"Y/N, no words could fairly explain how much I love you and how much better my life has been since I met you. You are the center of my universe, the only woman I could ever dream of spending the rest of my days with, the best mother to our son, the only woman I am going to love for the rest of my life. You made me the happiest man in the world when you gave me our son, and I want to try and make you at least nearly as much as you've made me. Y/N, will you make me and Matteo the happiest guys in the world and marry me?" Carlos finished his speech, tears welling up in his eyes.

You were full-on crying right now, your words stuck in your throat as you tried to compose yourself.

"Say yes mama!!" Matteo yelled from besides you, making both you and Carlos burst you laughing.

"Yes, Carlos" you managed to say, prompting Carlos to scoop you up in his arms, laughing idly in your ear.

"Yay!!" Teo cheered loudly while jumping up and down, making the two of you laugh and bring him into your hug.

Oh, how you loved your little family.

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Anna Leclerc had always been known as "Charles' little sister" in the F1 world, though she was far more than that. She had her own interests and her own life, but that didn't stop people from associating her with the famous Ferrari driver. She didn’t mind much, but sometimes it got tiring, especially when the whispers around the paddock began to include her in conversations she never intended to be part of.

Then there was Carlos Sainz—Charles’ teammate and friend, the handsome Spaniard who always wore a charming smile. From the moment they met, Anna had felt something strange whenever Carlos was around. He was warm, friendly, and had that unmistakable charm, but recently, his glances lingered just a little too long, and there was an intensity behind those brown eyes that left her feeling off-kilter. 

She tried to push it aside. After all, he was her brother’s co-worker, and she’d promised herself she wouldn’t get tangled up in the drama of the racing world. But as the days went by, it became harder to ignore the way Carlos’ eyes followed her in the garage or how his hand would brush hers when they passed each other. Something unspoken hung between them.

One afternoon, Anna found herself at the Ferrari motorhome, dropping by to visit Charles before qualifying. She knew most of the team well by now, and she easily blended into the background, offering support for her brother as he focused on the weekend ahead.

But as she was passing by Carlos’ driver’s room, something unusual caught her attention—a faint sound, like someone calling her name. She paused, her curiosity piqued. She recognized that voice, deep and husky, but the way it said her name sent a strange chill down her spine.

“Anna…” 

Her breath caught in her throat as she leaned closer to the slightly ajar door. Carlos' voice was unmistakable. Her heart began to pound in her chest, confusion mixing with something else, something she didn't want to acknowledge.

She edged a little closer, peeking through the small gap in the door. What she saw nearly made her gasp aloud. Carlos was sitting on the small couch inside, his head tipped back, his eyes half-closed, and his shirt slightly unbuttoned, revealing a glimpse of toned skin. But it wasn’t just his relaxed posture that caught her off guard—it was the way he was moaning her name softly, as if lost in some private fantasy.

“Anna…” he groaned again, his voice thick with desire. 

Her name on his lips sent a jolt of electricity through her, a mix of shock and disbelief. She took a shaky step back, her mind racing. “Was he really thinking about her?”

Anna’s cheeks flushed as she struggled to process what she had just witnessed. Part of her wanted to storm in and confront him, to demand an explanation. But another part—the part that was far more dangerous—was intrigued. She couldn’t deny the flutter in her stomach, the way her pulse quickened at the thought of him thinking about her like that.

Her hands trembled as she stepped away from the door, trying to collect herself. “This couldn’t be happening.” Not with Carlos. Not with her brother’s teammate. It felt wrong, forbidden, but also undeniably thrilling.

She hurried away before Carlos could notice her, her mind spinning with questions. What did it mean? Had Carlos been harboring feelings for her all this time? And why hadn’t she noticed before?

Later that evening, as she sat quietly in her hotel room, Anna couldn’t shake the image of Carlos from her mind. She replayed the scene over and over, her body reacting in ways she didn’t want to admit. The more she thought about it, the more conflicted she felt.

“What should I do?” she wondered, biting her lip. She knew she couldn’t ignore it forever. 

The next day at the paddock, Carlos approached her with his usual smile, but this time, Anna saw him differently. She caught the flicker of heat in his eyes when he greeted her, the way his voice softened when he said her name. And now, she knew the truth behind those glances—what he thought about when no one was watching.

Anna tried to act normal, but every time their eyes met, she felt her face heat up, the memory of his voice echoing in her mind. She wanted to confront him, but how could she bring it up without revealing that she had been eavesdropping?

Carlos, oblivious to her inner turmoil, continued to act friendly, though there was an unmistakable tension in the air between them. It was as if they were both tiptoeing around something unsaid, something that could ignite if given the chance.

As the weekend progressed, Anna found herself drawn to Carlos despite her best efforts to stay distant. His charm, his smile, the way he effortlessly made her feel at ease—it was becoming harder and harder to resist. And every time he looked at her, she couldn’t help but wonder: “What if?”

By the time the race day arrived, Anna knew she couldn’t keep avoiding the issue. She had to confront Carlos, to understand what was really going on between them. After the race, when most of the team was busy celebrating or unwinding, she found him alone in the motorhome, leaning against the wall, looking as tired as he was satisfied with the weekend’s results.

“Carlos,” she called softly as she approached him, her heart pounding in her chest.

He looked up, surprised but pleased to see her. “Anna. What’s up?”

She hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to start, but then she gathered her courage. “I heard you yesterday,” she blurted out, her voice barely above a whisper.

Carlos frowned, clearly confused. “Heard me?”

“In your driver’s room,” she clarified, her cheeks flushing. “You… you were saying my name.”

It took a moment for realization to dawn on him, but when it did, his expression shifted from confusion to something darker, something more primal. His eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, he didn’t say anything. Then, slowly, he straightened up, his gaze never leaving hers.

“Anna…” he began, his voice low and husky, much like it had been the day before. “I didn’t mean for you to hear that.”

“But I did,” she whispered, feeling her pulse quicken. “Carlos… what were you thinking about?”

He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, his eyes filled with a heat that made her knees weak. “You,” he admitted, his voice rough with desire. “I was thinking about you.”

Anna swallowed hard, the intensity of his confession hitting her like a wave. She had suspected it, but hearing him say it out loud made it all too real.

“What do we do now?” she asked, her voice shaky as she looked up at him.

Carlos reached out, his fingers gently brushing her cheek. “That depends,” he said softly. “ You wanna know what I was thinking, Mi Amor.”

And in that moment, with his touch sending shivers down her spine, Anna knew exactly what she wanted.

“ Yes, please tell me, Carlos.” 

“Get on ya knees, Mi Vida.” Anna looks up at him with wide eyes. Carlos raises his brow, “I don’t like repeating myself. Knees, now.” She quickly drops to her knees, looking back at him. The innocence shining in her eyes causes Carlos to groan. He hurriedly unbuckles his slacks, unzipping them and then pulling out his erect cock. The gasp that she lets out makes him leak pre-cum. She watches as it drips out of his tip, unconsciously licking her lips. “Impatient already, baby?” he asks teasingly. Anna nods in response, making Carlos’s pride surge as he pulls his trousers and boxers down to his thighs. “Then be a good girl and open up for me,” he instructs as he takes a step closer to Anna, one hand stroking his cock while the other reaches out to stroke her cheek. 

Carlos grins as Anna opens her mouth obediently and rests the tip of his cock on her bottom lip. “That’s it, such a good girl,” he praises, wrapping his hand around the back of her head. He uses his grip on her to guide the head of his cock into her mouth, moaning as her lips wrap around him. 

“Fuck,” Carlos growls as his hand slowly pushes Anna’s head down, not stopping until her lips have met the base of his cock and he’s completely enveloped in her warm, wet mouth. “Taking me so fucking deep, aren’t you, princess? Just like I trained you to.”

Anna gags around Carlos’s cock as he starts to slowly bob her head up and down, letting the drool building up in her mouth spill out to drench his pubes before it drips down onto the floor beneath her. Her clit throbs as Carlos pulls her head nearly all the way off of his cock before forcefully pulling her back down, making her moan around him. 

“Taking me so well,” Carlos praises as he starts to thrust his hips, using a hand to grip Anna’s chin to keep her in place. She gags every time he thrusts his cock down into her throat, making a shiver of pleasure run down his spine. “Perfect little hole for me to fuck, princess. Gonna make me cum down this fucking throat you’re so good.”

Anna loosens her jaw and lets Carlos fuck her throat at his own pace, looking up at him through hooded eyes. His cock is warm and heavy against her tongue and she can’t help but moan as he fucks her roughly. She can taste the precum on her tongue as he thrusts and swallows around him making Carlos groan loudly. 

“Fuck, just like that my little cock slut,” Carlos moans, holding Anna’s head down against her cock so he can listen to her gag. He pulls back for a moment to let her breathe, watching a mixture of her saliva and his precrum drip from her lips onto his cock, before he starts fucking her face again. “God, look at you, you messy little slut. You just love having my cock shoved down your throat, don’t you princess?”

Humming around him as best she can, Anna feels her eyes roll to the back of her head as his cock hits the back of her throat again. She can tell Carlos is close to cumming by the way his grip tightens on her chin and the little grunts coming from his mouth so she lets her body relax, letting him use her any way he wants. 

“Just like that, fuck.” Carlos’s hips start to lose their rhythm as his orgasm approaches and he keeps Anna’s head pressed against his stomach for a few moments longer each time he thrusts. His cock twitches each time she gags around him, just driving him closer and closer to his release. 

“Gonna be a good girl and swallow all my cum for me, aren’t you, princess?” he asks, his tone mocking. “My desperate little slut, always on her knees for me. Gonna feel my cock in your throat for days.”

With a few more thrusts of his hips, Carlos pulls Anna off so just the head of his cock is still in her, his cock twitching as his cum fills her mouth. He pumps his hips shallowly as he comes down from his orgasm, maintaining eye contact with Anna as she swallows everything in her mouth. 

As he finally pulls his cock from between her lips a trail of saliva connects the head to her lips, making them both let out a breathy moan. Anna makes sure to look Carlos deep in the eyes as she leans forward and presses a kiss to the tip of his cock.

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Pairing: Carlos Sainz x reader

Context: Fans begin to notice how much Carlos spends his time with a certain girl which lead them to believe they may be more than friends.

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It’s nearly midnight when Carlos gets home. Most of the lights are off, save one lamp in the living room, and the light over the kitchen island where dinner is waiting for him. It’s quiet, only the sound of his own footsteps echoing throughout the house. He drops his bags by the couch, trudging into the next room to see what was wrapped so nicely on the counter. 

A blue post-it on the wrap over the food, your elegant writing in black ink. I’m so gnocchi to have you. He can’t help the smile on his lips, an amused breath through his nose at the cheesy pun. He plucks the note from its place, slipping it into his back pocket. It’s gnocchi with tomatoes, spinach, and red sauce– arguably one of his favorites that you make. He leans against the counter, undoing the clear wrap before diving into his meal. It’s the little things you do for him to welcome him home, even if you were sound asleep in the room down the hall. Like leaving the lights on, dinner, and undoubtedly the covers half pulled back. It’s the little things that help him feel a little better about the weekend behind him.

Carlos washes the dishes quietly, placing them carefully into the dishwasher before finally making his way to the bedroom. His fingers grip the door knob, slowly turning and opening the door. It creaks, it always creaks. He cringes at the sound, taking a mental note to fix it like he promised all those months ago. You don’t stir at the sound, but Piñon does. The dog lifts his head from his place at the foot of the bed, tilted ever so slightly as he watches Carlos try to close the door without making a sound. He tiptoes to the bathroom, shutting the door before flicking on the lights. 

His reflection stares at him, tired and begging for refuge in the covers and you. But he hops into the shower first, because as much as you love him, you hate the smell of the airplane even more. He pulls the little post-it from his pocket, sticking it onto the counter before dropping his clothes into the hamper and stepping into the shower. Hot water beats down on his aching muscles, sliding down the expanse of his back. He picks up his body wash, scrubbing every inch of himself before he rinses away the suds and steps out. It’s a quick night routine– brush his teeth and a bit of moisturizer that you insist he use. Oh and floss, always floss.

 It’ll keep your skin from drying out since you fly so much. He smiles at the memory of you sliding the bottle to him one morning, waiting expectantly for him to rub it into his skin. He’s on his second bottle now. 

Carlos picks up the note before he shuts off the bathroom lights and makes his way back into the bedroom. You’re still asleep, chest rising softly and hair sprawled across your face. Your head is turned away from him, left arm outstretched ever so slightly. And just as he had expected, the covers are half pulled back on his side of the bed, a warm welcome waiting for him. He only stares for a moment longer, his heart expanding in his chest at the sight of you. Sometimes he doesn’t think it’s true, that you’re but a figment of his imagination. But you’re not, and he wakes every day, grateful that you’re right there with him. He holds his breath, watching as you move deeper in the covers, completely unaware of how he looks upon you with so much love.

He doesn’t climb into bed quite yet, instead hovering over his nightstand as he opens a drawer and pulls out an old box that used to hold one of his watches. He lifts the cover, slipping in the blue post-it on top of a pile of sweet love notes you left him throughout your relationship. It’s his little secret, he’ll show you his collection one day maybe. When he’s put it back in its place, he finally slides into bed. He pulls the covers over his body before his arm slings over your torso to pull you against him. 

It’s almost instinctual the way you turn in his hold, face immediately nuzzling into his chest and inhaling deeply. He stifles a chuckle, instead holding you tighter against him. His fingers move into your hair, massaging your scalp as you blow warm air out of your nose against his bare chest. He feels a trace of your smile against his skin, the soft pucker of your lips as you press a tired kiss at the top of his chest. It’s your little habit, your special greeting when you see him after being apart for some time. Whether one hour or one week, it’s always the same– your nose pressing into his chest, usually after a kiss to his lips. 

“You’re home.” your voice scratches your throat, thick with sleep and relief. He feels your body relax against him, breathing slow as you slip back to sleep. 

Carlos presses a kiss against the top of your head, lips lingering to leave a bit more love over you. “I’m home.”

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She couldn’t help herself when she heard him on the phone, Spanish fluently rolling off his tongue. He had her in a trance, completely wrapped around his finger despite the circumstances. He was cold and stoic throughout their marriage. It wasn’t one of love; that much was obvious. But she had hope that their arrangement could spark something new. Even after six months of nothing, she held on to this dream, this pure fantasy she’d never have.

Sitting down next to him, she graciously lifts her legs up onto the pillows of the couch. Carlos couldn’t be bothered to give her the time of day, staring out in front of him as he conversed in his phone call. But she was ever so desperate, resting her chin on his shoulder to try and give him unwanted affection. He shoots her a quick glare as she trails kisses along his sharp jaw, his muscles tensing under her strangely loving touch. His entire body stays frozen, set like stone as he finishes his conversation over the phone. She sees this as an opportunity, a chance to make her move. She should know better now, right? But that feeling of the acknowledgement in the past lingered and motivated her to keep going.

She sits herself down on her knees, pressing into the soft cushion of the couch. A gentle hand caresses the side of his unmoving face, her fingers tracing over the slight stubble that started to reappear. She leans in to press a kiss on his unloving lips, giving it her all for nothing. It was like kissing a dead body. Cold and unreciprocated. He allowed it to happen, not yet bothering to push her off.

Carlos had tried many times before with her. It wasn’t in his nature, he’d often tell himself. He wasn’t exactly a loving creature. But he found her pathetic, to say the least. He didn’t want to admit that he hated himself for not feeling anything towards the woman he married. Or that he should feel so, but actually couldn’t come to care at all about her. His own wife. The dull look in his eyes remains when he gently pushes you off, clearing his throat. He hadn’t managed to enjoy himself with you once. Despite all of your effort. He hates being bored, and so he decided to tot with her for his own amusement.

“I need to ask you something.”

She lets him push her off, not minding it in the slightest. The fact that he was speaking to her and giving her any form of attention was just enough. Her wide eyes stared back at him as she tried her hardest to be alert and attentive to his needs. Oh, she was completely struck by him. And she wanted so badly to get something out of him. Her head tilts slightly at the question. “mm?”

“How would you feel if I saw someone else?” he asks subtly, trying to hide his own amusement. He didn’t feel obliged to ask her. No, not at all. This was just his own strange form of amusement. He holds eye contact, gauging her reaction. The excitement in her demeanor and the look in her eyes completely shatter at that question. Crumbled. Her body was slightly slumping. She didn’t want him to see how it had affected her, afraid he’d be dissatisfied. Only if she knew.

Her voice stayed ever so gently as she spoke, quiet as if she wished not to break the silence that fell after his oh so devastating question. “Uh,” she hesitates, just momentarily. “Would that make you happy?”

“It would,” he replies bluntly, not bothering sugarcoating anything. He never truly cared why you thought anyway. Why would he? He was only married to you because his parents told him to. The promise of his inheritance at the price of marrying a stranger. He had every right to his own fun, he told himself. She was simply a body that came with that marriage, that deal. So, why does he still feel bad saying all these things?

Those words didn’t make her feel any better, her heart shattering at the thought. He’d be so much happier with another woman. Anyone but her. What a pain to bear with herself. Trying to tell herself she shouldn’t care so much, she replies. “I don’t mind,” she says, so gentle and kind as if her own husband wasn’t asking for permission to cheat. She was lying through her teeth, and Carlos saw right through her false act.

But he was intrigued. Despite your strange relationship dynamic, he had been somewhat surprised with your absence of complications. For some reason, he had expected somewhat more of a fight. Maybe some questioning as to why he would want somebody else. Instead, you crumbled like a house of cards in front of him. “Really?” he asks, only to receive a quick nod in return.

She was clueless as to why he had asked her in the first place. Very much aware of her position, she knew not to deny him anything. It wouldn’t matter if she did. He would do as he pleased, despite her yes or no answer. On top of that, she was incredibly eager. All in the hope that he would be somewhat pleased with her. Proud.

Carlos felt his ego boost up tenfold. It was almost too easy, watching your meek state give into anything he’d ask you. She was supposed to be his wife. Yet she sat next to him like some obedient little puppy. He wanted to test all his luck. See how far he could take this. How far you could really go before you truly fell to pieces.

“Good girl,” he smirks, leaning forward to pat her head. It was a truly degrading action, but he knew she’d enjoy any positive attention he’d give. And he only becomes more smug when a small smile appears on her face at the manner. The slightest bit of affection, if you could even call it that, had made her feel some sort of pride. Like an outstanding achievement. As if she had truly accomplished something by doing so little. By making her husband somewhat happy. Pleased. Pleased with her.

Falling to pieces for his sake.

A/N: wow/ quick comeback from the dead ig? dont know where this one came from but it did. please let me know what u all think cause i truly enjoyed writing this/ ill be making some minor changes to my account and hopefully upload more (no promises).

[lxndonorris]

his clothes - Carlos Sainz Jr

Y/N x Carlos Sainz Jr Theme: Smutish, Teasing, Touching helping Carlos change after the FP2 word count: 5140+ taglist: @game-set-canet @cloud-55 open for requests :)

The hum of engines reverberates through the paddock as the second free practice session of the Italian Grand Prix comes to a close. The Ferrari garage is a hive of activity, with engineers and mechanics swarming around, checking data, adjusting parts, and conversing in rapid Italian.

It is an environment you grew familiar with over the past few months, and it never fails to make your heart race—especially now as you wait for Carlos to return.

You stand at the edge of the garage, just outside the halo of bright lights that bathes everything in an almost ethereal glow. You are wearing Carlos's black Ferrari shirt, a subtle nod to the special racing suit he is wearing this weekend. 

The suit is a deviation from the usual red, a tribute to something special, and it makes him look incredibly sharp like a panther ready to pounce.

The monitors above you flicker with final standings, but you can't concentrate on the data. Your eyes are glued to the pitlane, waiting for the moment when Carlos would return.

The rumble of his engine is familiar, a sound you can pick out even amidst the cacophony of F1 cars. And then, there is is—the sleek, scarlet Ferrari rounds the corner into the pit lane and rolls to a stop right in front of you.

Carlos sits in the cockpit for a moment, his hands still on the steering wheel as the mechanics swarm the car, placing cooling fans on the brakes and handling the car with the care one might show a precious artifact. 

His helmet turns slightly, and though you can't see his face, you know he's taking a deep breath, savoring the rush of the session, the speed, the adrenaline.

As he pulls himself out of the car, your heart skips a beat. The black suit clings to his body, highlighting the strength and athleticism that he honed over years of racing.

He moves with a grace that belies the intense physical demands of driving an F1 car, and as he shakes hands with his mechanics, exchanging a few words in Spanish, you can't help but smile.

This is his world—fast-paced, intense, and exhilarating—and you love being part of it.

Finally, he turns toward you, and even with his helmet still on, you know he is smiling. 

He walks over, the visor of his helmet reflecting the bright lights overhead, and stops just in front of you. You feel the heat radiating from his body, the energy still coursing through him from the session.

With deliberate slowness, Carlos removes his gloves, one finger at a time, and then he reaches to unlatch his helmet. 

Your breath catches in your throat as he lifts it off, his beautiful eyes on display, before he takes the balacava off with one hand, revealing his flushed face and the mess of dark hair that is sticking to his forehead.

His eyes sparkle with that post-session glow, a mix of satisfaction and the lingering adrenaline that always makes him look so alive, so vibrant.

He tosses the helmet and balaclava onto a nearby table, then reaches out to you, his hands slipping around your waist as he pulls you close. The warmth of his touch seeps through the fabric of your shirt—his shirt—and you melt into him, inhaling the familiar scent of sweat and motor oil that clings to his skin. 

It is intoxicating.

"You look good in my shirt," he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, his breath warm against your ear.

You smile, feeling a rush of affection as you lean into his firm chest. "I thought I'd surprise you."

"You definitely did," he replies, his tone laced with approval. 

Carlos pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes roaming over the shirt before meeting yours.

"I think I like you in this even more than I like it on me."

A laugh bubbles up from your chest, and you steady yourself against him, feeling the residual tension in his muscles, the power that has just been exerted behind the wheel of his Ferrari.

His fingers tighten slightly on your waist, as if he senses the effect he is having on you.

"Careful, Carlos," you tease, trying to keep your voice steady despite the pounding of your heart. "You'll make me blush."

He chuckles, the sound deep and full of warmth. 

"That's the idea."

You stand there for a moment, the noise of the garage fading into the background as everything else disappears, leaving just the two of you in your own little world.

His hands move from your waist to your back, sliding up under the hem of the shirt to rest against the small of your back, the touch sending a shiver down your spine.

Carlos is close enough that you feel his breath on your cheek, and for a moment, you forget about the busy garage, the race weekend, everything that isn't him.

But the world around you comes back into focus as one of the mechanics walks by, giving Carlois a friendly clap on the shoulder. 

He responds with a nod, his attention still on you, though you see the remnants of that professional focus lingering in his eyes.

"Come on," he says softly, pulling away just enough to grab his helmet and balaclava. "Let's go back to the motorhome. I need to change out of this and cool down."

You nod, the thought of some quiet time with him making your pulse quicken again. 

The walk to the Ferrari motorhome isn't long, but it feels like an eternity as you trail behind him, watching the way he moves, the powerful lines of his body still taut with energy. 

Every so often, he glances back at you, a small smile playing on his lips, as if he knows exactly what is running through your mind.

When you finally reach the motorhome, he holds the door open for you, and you step inside, the cool air a welcome relief after the heat of the paddock.

The space is small but comfortable, a private sanctuary amidst the chaos of the race weekend.

Carlos closes the door behind you, and the noise from outside immediately dims, leaving a soft hum that is almost soothing.

He sets his helmet down on a table, then turns to you, his eyes dark and intent. You see the slight flush in his cheeks and the balaclava lines on his skin, the lingering heat from the session still clinging to his skin, and it makes him look even more irresistible.

Your eyes are drawn to Carlos as he moves around, still dressed in his racing gear. 

There is something about seeing him like this—fresh from the car, hair tousled and skin flushed—that makes it impossible to look away.

The way the black racing suit clings to his athletic frame, highlighting every muscle, every line, is mesmerizing.

He walks over to the small fridge in the corner, grabbing a bottle of water. The simple action draws your gaze, and you can't help but let your eyes wander over him, drinking in the sight of his strong, toned body. 

There is grace in his movements, a confidence that comes naturally to him, whether he is behind the wheel of a car or just standing in a motorhome.

Carlos turns to face you, and you quickly lift your gaze to meet his, though you can tell by the slight smirk on his lips that he noticed you staring.

His eyes linger on the shirt you are wearing—his shirt—and you see the amusement flicker in his gaze. He walks over to you with that easy, deliberate stride that always makes your pulse quicken, the bottle of water still in his hand.

"You know," he begins, his voice tinged with a playful reproach as he closes the distance between you, "you have a habit of stealing my clothes."

A laugh escapes your lips as you look up at him, feeling a warmth spread through you at his teasing.

"Can you blame me? They are comfortable, and they smell like you."

He raises an eyebrow, his smirk deepening as he reaches out to gently tug on the hem of the shirt.

"Is that so?" Or is it just that you like seeing me without them?"

His words send a rush of warmth to your cheeks, but you don't back down. Instead, you grin, biting your lip as you look up at him, enjoying the game.

"Maybe it's a bit of both."

Carlos chuckles, the sound low and rich, and he takes a step closer, his free hand slipping around your waist to pull you against him.

The warmth of his body seeps through the thin fabric of the shirt, and you feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, the lingering energy from the session still humming beneath his skin.

"I have to admit," he murmurs again, his lips brushing the top of your head as he speaks, "you do look good in my clothes."

His words send a thrill through you, and you lean into him, feeling the familiar comfort of his embrace. 

There is something so intoxicating about being this close to him, surrounded by the scent of his cologne mixed with the subtle notes of sweat and motor oil, all reminders of the man he is—both the racer and the person beneath the helmet.

"You don't mind, do you?" You ask, your voice soft as you rest your head against his chest.

"Mind?" he echoes, his tone full of affectionate amusement. "How could I mind when you make the look better than I do?"

You smile, the warmth of his words wrapping around you like a blanket. He pulls you back just enough to look down at you, his eyes sparkling with that familiar mix of affection and mischief that always makes your heart skip a beat.

"But," he continues, his tone shifting to something more serious, though the smile remains on his lips, "you might have to start sharing your wardrobe with me. It's only fair."

You laugh, reaching up to run your fingers through his still-damp hair. 

"Deal. But only if you promise to keep leaving your shirts around for me to find."

Carlos grins, his eyes lighting up with that boyish charm that makes your knees weak.

"Deal," he agrees, then leans down to capture your lips in a kiss, slow and tender, filled with all the unspoken words you don't need to say.

When he pulls back, his gaze softens, and he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. 

"Let's sit down," he suggests, his voice soft as he guides you toward the small sofa in the corner of the motorhome.

You settle down side by side, and you curl into him, resting your head on his shoulder as his arm drapes around you.

The cool leather of the sofa is a contrast to the warmth of his body, and you feel a deep contentment settle over you as you sit there, the intensity of the earlier moments giving way to a quiet intimacy.

Carlos traces patterns on your arm with his fingers, the motion soothing, and you let your eyes close for a moment, simply enjoying the peace of being with him.

"Are you nervous about tomorrow?" You ask quietly, breaking the comfortable silence.

He tilts his head slightly, thinking for a moment before answering.

"A little," he admits, his voice thoughtful. "But it's a good kind of nervous. The kind that keeps you sharp, focused."

You nod, understanding. 

You saw him in this state before—the way he channels that nervous energy into determination, into the drive that makes him one of the best on the grid.

It is one of the things you admire most about it—his ability to balance the pressure with a calm confidence that always shines through when it matters most.

"You'll do great," you say, lifting your head to look up at him. "I know you will."

He smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling in that way that makes your heart flutter. 

"Thank you," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You sit in comfortable silence for a while, the noise of the paddock a distant hum that only occasionally intrudes on your quiet moment.

After a while, Carlos shifts slightly, his hand moving to tilt your chin up so you are looking at him.

"You know," he starts, a teasing note in his voice, "I think I might start leaving my shirts out on purpose."

You laugh; the sound is light and carefree.

"I wouldn't complain," you reply, matching his playful tone. "Just as long as you don't mind if they mysteriously disappear."

He grins, the mischievous glint in his eyes making your heart race.

"I wouldn't mind at all," he says softly, his gaze holding yours, full of warmth and affection but also something else.

Carlos's grin turns playful as he shifts on the sofa, his hand sliding down to rest on your thigh.

"Do you want to help me change?" he asks, his voice laced with mischief, though there is a genuine warmth in his gaze.

You feel a flutter in your chest at the suggestion, your heart beating a little faster as you catch the subtle invitation in his tone.

"Of course," you reply, matching his playful smile as you move to sit up a bit more, closing the distance between you.

You place your hands on his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his racing suit. His breath hitches slightly at your touch, his eyes following your fingers as they begin to trace light, teasing patterns over his chest.

There is something incredibly intimate about the moment—the way his heartbeat thrums beneath your fingertips, strong and steady, the way his gaze never leaves yours.

Carlos watches you, his expression softening as you take your time, letting your hands explore, your fingers dancing lightly over the contours of his muscles.

His breathing deepens, the rise and fall of his chest becoming more pronounced as he leans back slightly, giving you fill access.

"Enjoying yourself?" He murmurs, his voice low and a little rough, though there is a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Maybe a little," you tease back, your fingers moving to the zipper at the front of his suit. 

You tug on it lightly, not enough to pull it down just yet, but enough to make him hum in anticipation. The sound is soft, almost a purr, and it sends a thrill through you, knowing that you can evoke that reaction from him.

He takes a deep breath, his eyes darkening with a mix of affection and desire as he watches you.

"Tease," he mutters, though there is no real reproach on his tone—if anything, he seems to be enjoying every second of it.

You grin, taking your time, letting the moment stretch out as you slowly pull the zipper down, revealing more of his chest inch by inch.

His skin is warm under your touch, even through his tight nomex shirt, still slightly damp from the exertion of the session, and you can't resist brushing your fingers along the newly exposed chest, feeling the slight tension in his muscles.

Carlos's breath hitches again, his head tilting back as he closes his eyes, savoring the sensation. You feel the way his body responds to your touch, the subtle way his muscles tense and relax, the way his breathing deepens with every stroke of your fingers.

"You're enjoying this," you say softly, more of a statement than a question.

He opens his eyes, looking down at you with a lazy smile.

"Can you blame me?" he replies, matching your tone from earlier. "I think I'm the luckiest man alive right now."

You feel your heart swell at his words, and you lean closer, your hands still working the zipper down, exposing more of his toned chest, down to his stomach. 

His muscles flex slightly under your touch, and you see the way his eyes darken further, the desire clear in the way he looks at you.

You let your fingers linger on his chest, tracing light patterns over his abs, feeling the way his breath stutters at the touch. 

His hands move to rest on your hips, holding you close as if he can't bear to let you go, his thumbs brushing lightly over the fabric of your—his—shirt.

"You have no idea how good this feels," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper as he watches your fingers move over his body. 

"I think I do," you say, a smirk playing on your lips, feeling the way his body starts trembling slightly.

Reluctantly, he gets up from the sofa, pulling you off at the same time. Letting out a deep sigh, he turns to you, his hands now firmly on your waist.

With the zipper fully undone, you gently help Carlos shrug out of the upper half of the suit. The black fabric slides down his arms, revealing more of the red Nomex underneath.

The sight of him takes your breath away. 

The fire-resistant material clings to his body, outlining every muscle, every curve. His physique is incredible, sculpted from years of training and the intense physical demands of racing.

His chest rises and falls with each breath, still firm from the adrenaline of the session. But it isn't just the way he looks; it is the familiar, intoxicating scent of him that makes your head spin—motor oil, the faintest trace of sweat, and the subtle warmth of his cologne—a combination that is uniquely him.

Unable to resist any longer, you let your hands run over his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your fingertips. Your touch is light at first, just the barest brush of your fingers over the smooth, taut fabric of his Nomex.

Carlos hums in appreciation, his eyes closing again for a moment, as he soaks in the sensation, the tension in his muscles easing as he relaxes under your touch.

His skin is warm beneath the material, still radiating the heat of the car, and you can feel the slight dampness where the sweat soaked through. But it only makes him more real, more grounded, a reminder of the incedible physicality of what he did on the track.

You stroke his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles, feeling the way his body responds to your touch, the way his breath hitches as you move your hands over him.

"So good," he sighs, his voice low and filled with affection and amusement as he opens his eyes to look at you.

"I'm glad," you reply with a playful smile, your hands continuing their exploration.

You can't help it—there is something deeply satisfying about being able to touch him like this, to feel the strength and warmth of his body, to know that he is yours.

Carlos grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he casually slips out of his racing shoes, kicking them off to the side without breaking your connection.

His movements are relaxed, easy, as if he is completely comfortable in this moment with you.

Then, with a swift, fluid motion, he reaches out and grabs your waist, pulling you closer until your bodies are pressed together. His hands are firm on your hips, grounding you; his touch a heady mix of strength and tenderness. 

You feel the solid warmth of his chest against yours, the steady rhythm of his breathing, and the way his muscles flex subtly under your touch.

Your hands move down to his sides, tracing the defined lines of his torso through his Nomex. 

Carlos's smirk deepens, his muscles tensing again as you explore him, his skin warm and slightly slick under the fabric. His eyes never leave yours, dark and intense, filled with a quiet desire that makes your pulse race.

"You know," he murmurs, his voice a husky whisper as he leans closer, his breath warm against your ear, "you're making it very hard to concentrate on anything else right now."

You smile, feeling a surge of affection and desire as you press a kiss to his collarbone, your hands continuing their slow, deliberate exploration of his body.

"Good," you whisper back, your voice filled with playful intent. "That's exactly what I was aiming for."

Carlos chuckles softly, the sound reverberating through his chest, and he tightens his grip on your waist, pulling you even closer until there is barely any space left between you.

You continue to stroke him, your fingers tracing the lines of his abs, feeling the way they tense under your touch, the way his breath deepens even more.

As you tug the racing suit further down his legs, the fabric slides down his thighs, and Carlos steps out of it with easy grace, leaving him standing there in just his red Nomex underwear.

The sight of him like this, stripped down to the bare essentials, is something else entirely.

Your breath catches in your throat as you take him in—every inch of him toned and strong, his skin still flushed. 

The excitement is visible in the way his chest rises and falls with each deep breath, and the way his eyes sparkle with a mix of desire and affection.

He looks so good—almost too good to be real.

You can't help but marvel at the sight before you, your heart pounding in your chest as you take in every detail—the way the underwear clings to his body, outlining every muscle, the way the fabric leaves nothing to the imagination.

He is so hot, and the realization sends a shiver of anticipation through you.

Carlos seems to notice your gaze, a smirk playing on his lips as he reaches out, his hands brushing lightly against your arms as he begins to undress himself further.

Together, you work in quiet, unspoken harmony, your fingers grazing over his skin as you replace his shirt with soft, lingering strokes. Each touch is met with a deep, appreciative growl from him, the sound rumbling low in his chest like a purr.

With a fluid motion, Carlos slips off his pants, leaving him standing there in just his boxers.

The air between you seems to thicken with a charged anticipation, the intensity of the moment almost overwhelming.

He is utterly captivating, and you find it impossible to look away.

The muscles in his arms and chest flex subtly as he moves, every inch of him radiating strength and raw appeal.

Carlos stands there for a moment, just in his boxers, and you can see the way his hand moves absently over his stomach, his fingers grazing lightly over the hard planes of his abs, almost as if he is lost in thought. 

The gesture is slow, deliberate, and it is impossible to miss the way his body responds to the touch, his muscles tensing and relaxing under his fingertips.

There is something so mesmerizing about the way he touches himself, so csaually and confidently, as if he knows exactly what effect he has on you.

With a playful wink in your direction, Carlos turns and walks over to the cupboard, his movements smooth and fluid. 

He reaches inside, grabbing a fresh pair of boxers and his favorite jeans; the simple, everyday items somehow make him infinitely more appealing by the fact that he is the one wearing them.

As he does that, you bend down to pick up his discarded racing suit, feeling the cool fabric in your hands as you fold it neatly. It is a small, simple act, but it feels like an important part of the ritual, a way to help him shed the intensity of the day and transition into something more relaxed, more intimate.

As you carefully fold Carlos's suit and place it neatly on the nearby sofa, you feel a shift in the air, a soft rustling that makes you glance up.

When you do, you find him approaching you, a playful grin lighting up his face. He already slipped into his jeans, the denim hugging his hips perfectly, but he didn't bother to put on a shirt yet, leaving his chest bare and slightly flushed from the earlier teasing.

There is something undeniably captivating about the way he moves toward you, his bare feet making almost no sound on the floor, his eyes glinting with mischief as they lock onto yours.

Carlos's grin widens as he reaches out and playfully tugs at the hem of your—his—shirt, the fabric sliding through his fingers as he eyes it appreciately.

"I have to say; I love seeing you in this," he teases, his voice low and affectionate.

The way he looks at you makes your heart race; his gaze warm and a little possessive, as if he can't get enough of the sight.

You feel a flush creep up your neck at his words, your heart pounding in your chest as his hands move to your waist, his fingers brushing lightly over the fabric of the shirt. 

His touch is gentle yet firm, and it sends shivers of pleasure coursing through you as his hands begin to roam over your body. He traces slow, deliberate patterns over your waist, his fingers moving up to your back, skimming over your spine with a featherlight touch that makes you tremble in response.

"Feels like it was made for you," he murmurs, his voice soft but filled with a playful edge as his hands move to the front of your shirt, sliding your to your chest.

It is a warm, electrifying touch, and you find yourself leaning into him, craving more of the connection, more of the warmth and intimacy that only he can provide.

Every brush of his fingers over your skin sends little sparks of pleasure through you; the sensation of his hands on you almost overwhelming in its intensity.

Your breath now hitches as he continues his slow exploration, his touch reverent, as if he is memorizing every curve and contour. You feel yourself melt under his touch.

Carlos leans in closer, his breath warm against your cheek as he dips his head to press a soft kiss to the side of your neck, right where your pulse thrums widly.

"You have no idea how much I want you," he whispers, his voice rough with emotion as his hands slide back down to rest on your waist, holding you close.

Before you can respond, he captures your lips in a deep, lingering kiss, his mouth warm and insitent against yours.

The kiss is low yet filled with passionate intensity, and you have to steady yourself against him, your hands instinctively reaching out to press against his frim chest.

His skin is hot under your fingertips, his chest solid and reassuring as you cling to him, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm.

Carlos's hands tighten on your waist again, pulling you even closer as the kiss deepens, his mouth moving against yours with a hunger that matches your own.

There is something almost desperate in the way you cling to each other; the kiss a reflection of the love and longing that have been building between you all day.

You feel the heat of his body, the firmness of his muscles as they flex under your touch, and it makes you want to lose yourself in him completely, to forget everything else and just be with him.

When you finally break apart, both of you are breathing heavily, your foreheads resting together as you try to catch your breath.

His hands move up to cradle your face, his thumbs brushing lightly over your cheeks as he gazes down at you, his eyes dark with desire.

"I love you," he says softly—there is no teasing in his tone now, just pure, unfiltered emotion.

"I love you too," you whisper back, your voice trembling slightly as you lean into his touch.

Carlos smiles, a soft, genuine smile that makes your heart skip a beat, and he leans down to press another gentle kiss to your lips, this one slow and sweet, filled with all the love and tenderness that you both feel.

He then pulls away from you with a soft smile, his hands lingering on your waist for a moment longer before he turns and walks over to the cupboard.

You watch him go, your heart still pounding in your chest, the warmth of his touch lingering on your skin. His movements are relaxed and unhurried, every step filled with an effortless grace.

As he reaches the cupboard, he grabs a fresh pair of socks and a spare shirt—another black Ferrari shirt that you know will fit him perfectly.

He turns back to you with a casual ease, his eyes catching yours for a brief moment before he focuses on pulling on the socks. 

Even in these small, everyday moments, there is something about him that draws you in.

Carlos slips the socks on with practiced efficiency, then picks up the shirt, the fabric rustling softly as he pulls it over his head.

You can't help but admire the way the black shirt molds to his body, the material stretching snugly over his broad shoulders and defined chest, emphasizing the muscular build that always leaves you in awe.

He smoothes down the front of the shirt with his hands, the muscles in his arms flexing subtly as he does so, and then glances over at you, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"What do you think?" he asks playfully, his eyes gleaming with that familiar mischievous spark.

You feel a smile spread across your face as you take in the sight of him, standing there in his jeans and that beautiful black shirt, looking every bit as incredible as he was in his racing suit.

"You look amazing," you reply honestly, "but then again, you always do."

Carlos chuckles softly, his eyes filled with warmth as he crosses the room to stand in front of you again.

He reaches out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle and affectionate.

"You're too good to me, you know that?" he murmurs.

You shake your head with a soft laugh, reaching up to rest your hand on his chest. 

"I'm just telling the truth," you say softly, your eyes meeting as you speak. "You really do look good."

He smiles—that warm, genuine smile that always makes you feel like you are the only person in the world that matters to him.

"As long as you think so," he replies.

With that, he leans down and presses another gentle kiss to your lips, his hands resting lightly on the small of your back, holding you close.

[eccentricwritingbaby]

sex ban

carlos sainz jr x reader

summary - carlos puts down a sex ban in order to try and improve his racing performance. after he caves and realizes he can’t do it, you place your own sex ban to get payback. and it’s killing the both of you. 

warnings - smut

masterlist

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carlos had been down and out with his performance recently, nervous about his impending unemployment. you knew he was stressing out and pushing himself harder than ever. every morning before the sun was even up he was out running, cycling, in the gym, you name it. you could tell he was losing his energy more than usual because your late night activities were consistent with you being only on top.

you and carlos had a very passionate and constant sex life. it was wild and lustful, a trait that didn’t waiver in your four years together. that was until recently. carlos was clearly drained and tired from his all day activities that the nightly ones had dwindled. while he was stressed, it was usually taken out on you in a pure day through night sexcapade as he fucked you every which way in every room and every position. 

your worry grew stronger as the sex stopped sporadically throughout the day and began only at nightime. even then, he was too tired to truly give you his all, ending up with you on top and exerting all the energy. riding him was nice, and you enjoyed the position, but you needed to be really fucked. thrown onto the mattress, handprints and bite marks to clean up the next morning. but all of that came to a worse halt when carlos arrived home in the evening from a day with his trainer. 

“hola, mi reina,” he sighs out, letting out a groan as he sat next to you on the couch, muscles clearly about to give out. 

“hola, mi amor,” you gently greet, leaning forward to give him a hug and kiss in greeting, “how was your workout?”

“good, i’m sore right now but i should be okay for tomorrow,” he grunts again, attempting to lean back into the couch. 

“los, are you sure you’re alright?” you ask again, your eyebrows pulling in concern, “you seem like you’re very sore,”

“no no,” he assures quickly, “i’m fine, just went a little hard today,” he cranes his neck to get a good look at you, the pain in his eyes evident as you stare into them.

“do you need a massage?” you quietly ask, beginning to run your hands down his chest and stomach, implying your intentions for a happy ending. 

“actually…” he trails off, eyes now darting everywhere but your own, “we need to talk about that,”

“what?” you ask sharply, removing your hands from his body and sitting up straight to look at him clearer. 

“my trainer thinks it’s a good idea to not have sex right now,” he lets out quickly, averting your gaze again.

“i’m sorry, what?” confusion is laced in your tone as you attempt to process what he just told you.

“he thinks that i need to save that energy, conserve it for races and training,” carlos now is bold enough to meet your gaze, regretting it instantly under your sharp stare. 

“you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you shake out with a laugh.

“mi amor, don’t be upset, please,” carlos pleads to you, “it will only be for a few months, until i get a contract for next year-,”

“MONTHS?!” your voice reaching a higher octave in surprise, “are you fucking kidding me, carlos?”

“mi amor-”

“no,” you cut him off, shaking your head and now standing up from your position on the couch, “you don’t get to ‘mi amor’ me right now, this affects both of us you know,”

“this is my career, y/n,” he lets out in a whisper, his insecurities on full display. 

“and this is our relationship, carlos,” you bite back quickly, “i hope you’re comfy on that couch, you’ll be sleeping there tonight,” with your final statement, you get up and walk upstairs to your bedroom, ready to head to sleep and hope his stupidity was all a dream. 

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“it’s really been two weeks?” alexandra asks you as you both take a break from the bustle that was the ferrari garage during race weekend. you had already told her about the ‘ban’ last week at the other grand prix to which she was shocked and appalled that you were still standing. you and carlos fought for the first two days about it before you had come to terms with your situation. you weren’t happy about it. but you had come to terms with it. 

“two very long weeks,” you emphasize to her as you both begin your walk from the hospitality center back to the garage.

“i don’t know how you’re doing it,” she laughs, “if charles ever placed that i’d be done,”

“my vibrator and i have gotten really close,” you joke with a smile, “but really i understand carlos’ motivations, he’s freaking out about next year,”

“i’m sure,” alexandra nods in agreement, “it sucks that you have to deal with it too, though,”

“the things we do for love,” you laugh with her again. as you both continue to walk and talk about your predicament, two ferrari drivers were in the garage talking about the same thing.

“what is wrong with you?” charles asks your boyfriend, still in disbelief that he has been holding it out for two weeks. 

“i don’t know,” carlos laughs, “but it’s not working, i want to break it tonight,” he confesses to his teammate. 

“oh she’s going to be happy, i’m sure,”

“i hope,” carlos sighs, “she was pretty upset when i brought it up in the first place,”

“no shit,” charles scoffs, “i’d be pissed if alex put down a sex ban,”

“we’ve been fine since, she hasn’t been holding a grudge or anything,” carlos shrugs. 

“well good luck,” charles gives carlos a quick and firm pat on the shoulder, “you might need it,” he laughs as he walks away, leaving carlos to question the past few weeks quickly. just as he starts debating your feelings, he spots you and alex walking towards the garage, and he begins to sport his large smile. 

“hola, mi reina,” he shouts towards you, “come here,” he yells again, beckoning you closer to his hidden spot in the corner of the garage. 

“hi, baby,” you reply once you’ve reached him, his arm coming up to pull you into his body for a hug, “how’s it going?”

“good, i have to get in the car in a few,” carlos leans down to plant a few kisses to your lips, a warmth growing in your lower abdomen as he continues to roam your body with his hands, “how was alex?”

“good,” you reply, chasing his lips with yours to get some sort of relief, your own arms beginning to roam his body as well, “how’s the car feel?”

“not as good as you will tonight, cariño,” he speaks into your mouth as you both continue your pursuit of each others mouths.

“what do you mean, amor?” you ask in your sunken tone, too caught up in the feeling of his lips and hands on you to catch what he was implying.

“i mean tonight,” he moves his head to begin kissing down your neck before continuing, “the ban lifts,” he sighs out. 

“what?” you ask sharply, putting space between your bodies quickly in order to process the information. 

“we’re having sex tonight, amor. i can’t put it more simple than that,” he laughs as his nerves begin to rise, scared of your harsh reaction. 

“no, we’re not,” you direct, now moving further away from him, his arms itching forward to have you in his hold. 

“yes, we are, cariño,” he replies, pulling you into him yet again. 

“no,” you give him a cross look, stopping his actions from going further, “we’re. not,”

“why?”

“i believe you placed this ban in order to ‘train better’ and you weren’t going to lift it until you had a spot for next year?”

“mi reina, i can’t do this,” he groans in frustration, “i need you,”

“you should’ve thought about that before you started this stupid thing,” you laugh, tapping his cheek quickly before turning around to leave, “karma, my love, karma,” you leave quickly, but not before hearing a long groan come from your boyfriend, giving you a giggle as you disappear. 

-

“y/n?” carlos calls out into the hotel room. you had left the track after the race as carlos finished up with the media, giving him a kiss goodbye and assuring him that tonight nothing would happen. he had thrown a small tantrum to charles who just laughed at his behavior, giving him a stern ‘i told you so’. now back at the hotel, you had decided to give carlos some payback. after he had withheld sex, he still was coming home from his training, hot and sweaty. tempting you beyond belief. he needed to feel what you felt. so here you were, all dressed up in your best red lingerie set, where nothing would happen. 

“in here!” you call out from the bathroom. hearing his footsteps grow closer, you giggle for a second to yourself before making eye contact with him through the mirror. 

“cariño…” he trails off, raking your body with his eyes, lust overtaking his complexion within seconds. you could tell by the tent forming in his pants these were a long two weeks for him as well. 

“what?” you feign innocence with your question, widening your eyes and relishing in the effect you had on your boyfriend, four years later. 

“you know what,” he sighs out, making strides to get closer to you, but you just take the same length of strides backwards, moving away from him.

“i thought i made it pretty clear earlier, the sex ban has not been lifted,” you shake a finger at him, starting to move forward in order to push past him and out of the bathroom. his hands stop you in your attempt to slide past.

“y/n, please,” carlos tries, squeezing your hips to further his point of urgency, “you’re killing me,”

“now you know how i felt these past two weeks,” you lean in closer to really set him off with your next word whispered in his ear, “...papi,”

a loud groan escapes his lips as he squeezes your hips tighter, “mi amor,” he starts, settling his lips between yours, kissing you with the passion you had been needing the past two weeks. 

“carlos,” you squeak out, separating the two of you, “i’m tired-”

“baby-”

“this is what you wanted, remember?” you eye him pointedly, laughing to yourself at his pained expression. the same one you sported everytime you got into bed with him for another sexless night. 

“cariño, this isn’t what i want,” he pushes, trying to grasp you back into his hold as you push away from him. 

“it’s what you asked for,” you say to him as you climb into the bed, raising your ass in the right direction to catch his attention. 

“fuck, amor,” he sighs, staring at you shamelessly, basking in the moment of finally being able to appreciate your body after two long weeks, “you’ll be the death of me,”

“too bad you had to go and listen to your trainer instead of your girlfriend,” you spit back quickly, getting comfortable in bed.

“y/n, i’m sorry,” he sighs again, rubbing his hand over his face before moving to sit on the end of the bed by your feet, “what will it take for you to forgive me?”

“i don’t know,” you fake ponder, “maybe in two weeks i’ll let you know,” you scoff out, winking at him before turning around in bed and closing your eyes. you hear a quiet grunt of disapproval before he heads to the bathroom in order to ready himself for bed as well. you hear the shower turn on, it’s gotta be ice cold, you think with a laugh, before drifting into sleep. 

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“i’m telling you alex,” you giggle into your coffee the next weekend in the hospitality section, “his face has been priceless,”

“i can’t believe you’re doing this to him,” she laughs along with you, “he told charles that he has been dying,”

“that’s exactly what i was going for,” you confess with a chuckle, “i’m running out of lingerie soon, so i think i’ll switch to just totally naked, that’ll really throw him off,” alexandra just keeps laughing at your game, and encouraging you as you tell her more ideas. 

meanwhile in the garage, carlos is beyond on edge and charles knows exactly why. 

“i told you so,” charles sing-songs as he passes by his teammate. 

“shut the fuck up, mate,” carlos shakes off, running his hand through his messy hair for the hundredth time, “this is-”

“killing you, i know,” charles laughs again, “just apologize to her, grand gesture,” he attempts to provide a solution to his friend. 

“i’ve tried that,” he shrugs, “i’ve bought her bags, shoes, dinners, and nothing,”

“wow,” charles eyes widen in surprise, “are you sure the sex is good for her?”

“shut. up. charles,” carlos says through gritted teeth, “she’s just stubborn, wants me to wait the two weeks like i made her do,”

“actually that’s pretty fair-” charles begins, but stops abruptly as carlos’ left shoe comes hurling at his head, “hey! i’m not the one who gave you the sex ban! don’t hurt me!” he cries out in laughter, running away quickly before the right shoe has a chance to be removed. 

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the two weeks were up and you were burning. you needed carlos biblically in every way you could possibly imagine. however, the need to watch him squirm one last time tempted you completely. so there you stood - naked, oiled up, hair done, heels on - ready for carlos. 

“hola, y/n, i’m home!” carlos calls throughout your shared home as he enters. 

“i’m in the bedroom!” you call back, giddy with excitement as you hear his footsteps approaching. 

“oh, oh mi reina,” carlos stutters, stopping dead in his tracks as he tracks your body with his eyes. 

“hola, papi,” you seductively whisper, watching his eyes turn from their beautiful caramel brown to a lustful black. 

“ohhh,” he lets out in a groan, immediately dropping down to his knees, and crawling forward to be at your feet. just as he approaches, you push your heel into his shoulder, stopping him from moving closer, “mi amor…,” he sighs in a plea, moving his lips to meet your ankle, slowly trailing them up and kissing your legs in admiration. 

“carlos,” you warn as he inches closer to your heat, “i think there’s one more day on the ban,” his eyes snap up to meet yours, widening in hope for you to forget it already. 

“mi reina, please,” he whines, his lips furthering their pursuit on your thigh, “i’ll do anything, anything,”

“anything?” you ask with a smirk, an eyebrow cocked in amusement at his desperation. 

“anything,” he breathes out, “absolutely anything,”

“no more sex bans,” you start, your boyfriend already nodding his head in agreement, “you fuck me everynight,” you keep going, carlos still shaking his head as his lips don’t stop their attack on your leg, “and you fuck me good tonight, papi,” you finish, him already climbing up your leg in urgency to reach the place he needed once given the green light. 

his lips meet yours after leaving a trail on your entire body, you hum and moan into the kiss as his hand climbs up your body and begins to grip your neck. pushing your head to the side, his lips migrate to your neck, biting and sucking in the places he knows will keep pretty sounds leaving your mouth. 

“mm,” he grunts, pushing his thigh in between your legs, leading you to let out another silky moan and grind down onto his jeans, “y/n,” he chokes out, “on the bed,” he directs. you eagerly move away from him and slide onto the bed. as you start to remove your heels, he pulls your hand away quickly, “leave them on,” he sighs out as you just smirk towards him. 

with the confidence of his desire for you warming your insides, you pull on the collar of his shirt, ultimately forcing him on top of you and leading his lips back to yours, he slips a moan out at your boldness. he stops only for the removal of his shirt before his lips come crashing to yours once again. 

he slides his hand down your body, giving your nipple a tight pinch on his way before meeting his desired destination. once his hand cups your heat, your moan echoed the walls as you hadn’t felt anything but your toys for a month. and they were not nearly comparable to your boyfriend. 

“i’ve barely touched you, amor,” he chuckles out between your kisses. 

“shut up,” you bite back, “it’s been a month,”

“i know,” he breathes, lips moving back to your neck, him relishing in the sound of your sweet moans as his fingers get to work, “so wet for me, reina,”

“only for you, papi,” you choke out in between your moans. he slips his digits up and down your folds a few times, gathering your wetness on his fingers before slowly, too slowly, entering you. he drowns out your moans with his lips on yours, pumping his fingers faster as his thumb comes up to rub your sensitive bud. 

“need you, papi,” you moan out, “need you inside of me,” 

“i know, mi amor, i know,” he shushes you a little bit, kissing you lightly as he continues to pump his fingers in and out, “i want to savor you,”

“do i need to tell you how long it’s been again?” you desperately moan, arching your back into him as he hits your spot. carlos moans along with you, reveling in your need for him and how easily he can get you undone. 

“no need for that, amor,” he shakes off with a laugh. pulling his fingers out of you, they meet his mouth as he tastes the sweetness of you he had missed for weeks. he lets out a guttural moan, and he begins to remove his pants. taking them off in one swift motion, his length slaps up to meet his stomach as you attempt to not drool at the picture in front of you. scrambling towards your boyfriend, you start to make a motion in order to give him the same attention he gave you, ready to be on your knees and ready for him. only for his hands to grab your waist, tossing you backwards onto the bed.

“do i need to remind you how long it’s been?” he asks you, mocking your question from earlier. you sit up on your forearms, watching as he crawls across the bed to be on top of you, meeting your lips in a kiss. you get so caught up in the kiss, carlos’ movements to enter you were lost as your brain fogged in lust. 

“are you ready, mi reina?” he quietly asks, rubbing his length in between your folds. 

“si, papi,” you seductively eye him after your answer, his eyes rolling back as he moves forward to kiss you again. as he enters inside of you, both of your moans paint the walls of your bedroom. 

“fuck, y/n-”

“aye, carlos-”

his pattern begins slow, the movements beginning to warm you up as you stretch to fit him perfectly. his lips attack your neck as your hands pull on his back, you scratching, him biting. both of you moaning in the bliss you had been missing for weeks. 

“oh, oh baby,” he breathes, movements quickening as he gains his rhythm. carlos pulls back slightly from you, moving an arm next to your head in order to hold himself up as he pounds into you harder. your back involuntarily arches, pushing your breasts to meet his chest, sweat mixing together as well as your moans. 

“mi-mi amor,” he stutters out, and you recognize immediately what he’s about to tell you, “i know it’s soon but-”

“i know, carlos, me too,” you breathe out, the warmth in your tummy heating up as you feel your aching ready to be released. 

“with me, baby, with me,” he grunts out, his pace now sloppy as he attempts to bring you towards your high with him. 

“mhm,” was all you could let out, your nails now digging further into his back, “‘m close,” 

“c’mon, mi reina,” he stutters out, his high coming quick, “now, baby,” he breathes out in haste. you both collapse into each other, a sweaty pile of moans and kisses as you begin to come down from your high. 

as you both lay there, carlos still inside you, he kisses your forehead and starts moving some of your hair away from your face. you finally kick off your heels and kiss carlos in between catching your breath. 

“you do know we need to go again, right?” you laugh out through the kisses. 

“oh we’re going all night, y/n,” carlos reassures you, kissing you again. 

“good,” you giggle, “and never again will this happen,”

“never, mi amor, never,”

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♥ pairing: mafiaboss!carlos sainz x fem!wife!reader

♥ synopsis: things start to change for you and your marriage-of-convenience husband after you stitch up his wounds

♥ one-shot - as always none of the pictures are mine <3

♥ warnings: swearing and vague descriptions of smut - p in v (wrap it before you tap it) !!!

♥ a/n: i wrote on my vacation lol. i’m a little nervous to post this since it’s uncharted writing territory for me but i hope you enjoy reading it <3

You sat on the black satin sheets of your bed, waiting for your husband to come back from business. You knew you should probably be asleep; that he wouldn’t want you up worrying for him, but here you were wide awake. 

It wasn’t like the two of you married for love, anyway. It was much more out of convenience. His job was… interesting, but you weren’t complaining about the luxury that you now lived in due to the arrangement. 

Your breath hitched as you heard the door unlock, assuming it was Carlos. He made his way towards the bedroom and immediately locked eyes with you. His hair was slicked to the side and he had a couple of cuts on his face. He was wearing a red shirt, the sleeves rolled to his elbows, black dress pants, some black shoes, and an expensive watch. 

“Go to bed,” he demanded, removing the ticking object from his wrist and laying it down in a drawer with the rest of his collection. 

“I couldn’t sleep,” you admitted, rustling in the bed sheets. 

“I’m alright if that’s what you’re wondering,” he swiped his thumb over the blood on his bottom lip. “Get some rest.” 

You slowly stood up and strolled over to him.  Your gaze dropped down to the ripped fabric on his side, presumably from a fight. 

“Were you stabbed?” you asked in a whisper. 

“Lightly.”

“Lightly? What does lightly mean?”

He began unbuttoning his shirt, though it didn’t take long before it was off of him. The moonlight from a small open window illuminated his body, his muscles were strained, covered in sweat, and there was a wound flooded with blood on his abdomen. 

“It’s not that deep,” he murmured.

“Literally or figuratively? Because it looks like the knife went in pretty far.” You softly grazed his skin with the light touch of your fingertips. 

You walked over to your nightstand and pulled out a small stitch kit. 

“Sit down,” you commanded him, nodding towards the edge of the bed. 

“I’m fine. I can do this on my own.” 

“I said sit. down.” 

He took a deep, agitated sigh and did as you told him. You dampened a rag in the bathroom and returned to clean the blood off his wound.

You threaded the needle and pierced it through his skin, beginning the first stitch. 

“Are you sure you’re qualified for this?” he asked. 

You nodded, “I wouldn’t have married you without knowing how to do this.” 

He hummed and your left hand went to his waist to hold him still. He could feel the coldness of the silver wedding ring he gave you only a few months ago. 

You finished pulling the last part of the thread and cut the excess off. 

“There,” you said, pressing your palm gently against his abs.

He pulled you onto his lap and his hands firmly gripped your thighs. You made a soft sound and ground down onto his belt. 

“Tomorrow, amor.” he stopped you and whispered. “Let’s go to bed.” 

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You woke up first at 7. You had rolled over to find your husband awake, messaging someone on his phone.

“Go back to sleep cariño,” he mumbled, running one of his hands over your hair.

You grabbed his hand and kissed his palm, slowly making your way up his arm.

“Amor,” he warned.

“What? You said tomorrow… it’s tomorrow.”

The next thing you knew he had you pinned down by your neck. His phone rang on the nightstand and he used his free hand to pick it up, still thrusting into you as he did so.

“Leave us alone,” he said and hung up instantly.

Leave. Us. Alone.

You woke up again at 9, this time alone in your bed. You wandered into the kitchen to see your husband making breakfast.

“Carlitos?” you ask, a faint smile teasing your lips. “Where’s the chef?” 

“I sent him home.”

“You’ve never cooked for me before,” you took a seat on the barstool at the counter. 

“I’ve never cooked for anyone before,” he admitted.

He set some pancakes on a plate and handed it to you.

You hummed, “No syrup?”

He shrugged “I don’t think we have any. I usually eat mine just the dough.”

It was odd having a conversation like this with Carlos. The two of you weren’t used to making small talk.

“Uhm, how do you feel? Are any of your cuts infected?” you asked.

“No, I feel fine,” he said putting cooking supplies away as you ate. “The stitching you did is good but i’ll probably still get my doctor to look at it.”

“Yeah that’s a good idea,” you replied, picking at your food as his phone rang.

He flipped it open to answer a call from an unknown number. From the muffled spanish voice on the other end you assumed it was from Fernando. 

“Sí, I’ll be there soon.” Carlos said and hung up the phone. 

“I’ll be back,” he told you, walking out the front door without a goodbye.

Your eyes caught the abundance of bodyguards that entered the room to block the exits and entrances. You sighed and slouched, tapping your nails on the marble counter. Great. Just when things were starting to get good. 

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the city of love | carlos sainz

Description: You accidentally drop your wedding ring in the middle of the Seine river while waving your country's flag.

Pairing: figure-skater!reader/carlos sainz

A/N: inspired by gianmarco tamberi.

yourname: i'm so excited for this year's olympics!! thank you so much papa @CarlosSainz55 for bringing lil julius. TE AMO!

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CarlosSainz55: Te amo tanto ❤️

Charles_Leclerc: Best of wishes!

formulaonefans: BRING HOME THE GOLD MY QUEEN

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CarlosSainz55: Animando por tu victoria. Keep doing what you're doing, and always remember that I am proud of you. @yourname

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yourname: Take care of Augustus. 😭 - CarlosSainz55: He is in safe 🙌🏻

carlandouniverse: SHE'S SO BEAUTIFUL MY FAV WAG

WAGCLOSET: Make us proud 🥺

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yourname: There was too much water. I lost too much weight these past few months, and on top of that the uncontrollable enthusiasm over what I was doing that I lost control. I saw her fly, I followed her with a glance until I saw her bouncing inside of our boat.

I had a glimmer of hope, but unfortunately the bounce was in the wrong direction and floating more than a thousand times in the air. She dove into the water, like it was the only place she wanted to be.

A few moments, that to me, felt like an eternity.

But if it was meant to happen. If I am really going to lose this faith, I couldn't imagine a better place. It will stay forever in the riverbed of the city that we love, flown away while I tried to carry the flag of my country as high as possible during the opening ceremony of the most important sporting event in the world.

I'm sorry, my love. I'm so sorry.

Please forgive me. If you want to, we can throw your wedding ring into the river too, so they'll be together forever, and we'll have one more excuse to (like you've always asked) renew our wedding vows and get married anew.

I love you, my love. @CarlosSainz55.

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HolaMiami: LORD WHEN WILL YOU GIVE ME A Y/N SAINZ

CarlosSainz55: May it be auspicious to come home with an even bigger gold 😘 te amo tanto, amor.

shewolfinthecloset: "Fuck fuck fuck fuck." What she actually said in those moments 😭

allthosenights: The art of apologizing by Mrs. Sainz 😭

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yourname: Thank you 😍

Charles_Leclerc: Congratulations!!

puppylove: OMG OMG OMG CONGRATS

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[httpsserene]

𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 - 𝐜𝐬. 𝟓𝟓 & 𝐥𝐧. 𝟒 | 𝐒𝐎𝐒 |

𝐬𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫

summary: you can't complain about being paid to soak up the heat of the spanish sun and serve drinks— if you can ignore the flirting middle-aged men. however, this summer could be your last. you need to decide if you're returning next year by the end of the day. if only there was a sign to help you make up your mind.

content warning: fluff. light flirting. world-building and backstory. ignore my questionable spanish. no beta we die like summer silly season 2k24.

pairing: poly! carlos sainz jr x lando norris x phd-student fem!black!reader

from, serene: just a little teaser, a lil prologue, to establish the vibes and vague characteristics of the reader ! i’m using my light understanding of spanish (as an unfortunate no sabo kid) to get through this, so pls ignore thx.

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The sweat beading along your hairline causes your edges to curl and lift. The cooling effects of the portable fan dangling around your neck are negated by the suffocating humidity of a mid-August summer day, yet it enhances the scent of sweat, sunscreen, and the hints of your faded perfume. Your appreciation for the dry-fit fabric of your uniform is refreshed; if it wasn’t moisture-wicking, your resignation email would’ve been submitted with haste.

But, the uniform does its best to protect you from the Spanish heat, and the pay (and tips) are satisfying. You make enough money to live frugally and cover any expenses that your financial aid and scholarships don’t during the school year. This meant you didn’t have to juggle being a full-time student and a full-time worker to survive. Working the beverage cart is perfect—you can’t be mad about serving drinks to men who have more money than they know what to do with, and even though you despise the fact that they freely flirt (terribly, at that) with a wedding band shining bright on their left ring finger—it pays your bills. As much as that disgusts you, this was always meant to be a temporary job, a stepping stone. You weren’t planning to continue working here after you got your undergraduate degree. And now, after graduating, a fancy company has hired you and is offering to pay for you to get a PhD. So, of course, you accepted their offer of free education and a job. This means there’s no reason for you to continue working as a cart girl at Golf La Moraleja in Madrid.

But, it’s Spain! Summer in Spain, at that, it’s a massive difference from a monotonous school year back in America. And, you don’t even have to pay for an apartment in Madrid (which is out of your tight budget, anyway) because your parents live here, and they’re always desperate to have you at home rather than out living on your own. The shining summer sun keeps your melanin strong, too. You’ve made friends out of colleagues, good friends. You’ve made good memories, a good resume, stupid choices, near-death experiences—you’ve made a time out of your early twenty-somethings. You don’t want to let it go.

Yet, it seems like it’s time. You don’t need the money, even though having extra income would be terrific in this economy. It would probably exhaust you during a break that’s supposed to be relaxing from your PhD studies. You’ve regained all fluency in the Spanish language that you lost growing up in the States. You’ve been a cart girl for four years, maybe it’s time to start a new chapter and leave this behind. The cart bounces over a bump in the pavement and breaks your train of thought. Your body tenses at the sound of the cans and bottles clinking together louder than you’d like. You do not want to stay late on your last day cleaning out melted sticky alcohol from the cooler. It’s ironic—you would think that with your four summers of experience, you wouldn’t let your mind wander while driving. The clock beeps its warning of fifteen minutes till the end of your shift, and you sigh. Directing the cart back towards the first hole of Course One, you’re aware that if there’s anybody present who wants a cold drink, they will be your last customer of this season or even your last customer for forever.

You lift your foot off the gas pedal as you see three figures become visible on the green, readying yourself for what could be your final service. You halt the cart, turning off the engine and smoothing out the skirt of your uniform as you stand and walk out a few steps.

“¿Qué puedo servirles de beber?”

You catch the attention of one of the men, an older gentleman who greets you kindly and informs you that he needs something strong if he’s going to be dealing with the other two for eighteen holes. You laugh politely, glancing at the men who have yet to notice your presence. The taller brunette is annoying the shorter, poking and prodding at his stance, seemingly teasing him about his form. Your smile brightens at the sight before you redirect your focus to your current client, and you begin to talk him through his options for the stronger alcohol you’re carrying today.

He easily downs a shot of whiskey and takes a bottle of beer with a lime off your hands before he turns to gather the others’ attention.

“¡Mijos!” The men at this point, have dissolved into boyish squabbling that carries over to where the two of you are standing by the cart. They silence easily at the older man’s call, heads snapping in your direction with widened eyes. Oh fuck, that is what your brain thinks at the view.

The taller, tanner one, is handsome. He’s built—broad shoulders, plush lips, a strong nose, wide brown eyes, and long eyelashes that he has no reason to have. The shorter, paler one, is beautiful. Pretty, even. He’s not quite grown into himself yet, you can tell. But, the youthful mischief lingering in his blue eyes is alluring, especially when paired with his cute sunburnt cheeks, and the big grin showing the cute gap in his teeth—did you say he’s cute already?

As they near the cart, you notice that Brown-eyes (you’ve decided on using descriptors because of the lack of names) shares the same eye shape as the older man you’ve served. He must be his son, or related to him at least. Blue-eyes must be a friend, or family, you suppose, if he acquired all the recessive traits during his genetic raffle. You exchange greetings with the two, dismissing the shakiness of the younger’s voice as shyness.

“¿Algo que quieran beber, señores?”

“Can you ask her if she has anything non-alcoholic?” The British-accented English spills from Blue-eyes’s mouth, and you understand that his greeting sounded nervous because of his lack of fluency.

“I do have a selection of non-alcoholic drinks—,” you start, smiling as all three men look surprised at your code-switching, “—That I can tell you about in English if you’d like?”

“Oh, I would like that very much, please,” the words tumble from Blue-eyes in one breath, the Spanish men laughing at his relief of being able to communicate in his native tongue.

“Not fluent in Spanish yet, huh?” You tease him lightly, with a soft smile to communicate your lightheartedness.

“I have terrible teachers,” Blue-eyes laughs pitchily, and both Spaniards gasp in faux-dismay of his words as he continues, “If you couldn’t tell.”

“I am not a terrible teacher,” Brown-eyes clarifies, accent curling around his words,  “You just do not listen to me when I try to teach you!”

“That’s not my fault! How am I supposed to stay focused when I’m talking to you?”

Brown-eyes seems surprised at that response, his eyes appearing to widen even more at the words. Blue-eyes realizes what he said during the pause of banter, his cheeks flushing even redder beneath his sun-baked skin.

“Well,” you clear your throat, eager to dismiss whatever that was about, “While I don’t know if he’s a bad teacher or not—I can assure you that I’m a great teacher when it comes to the non-alcoholic drinks I can serve you today!”

All three men seem to relax at your seamless dismissal, and you can feel Brown-eyes look at you thoughtfully as you ramble a relaxed script about what you're carrying to Blue-eyes. There’s a brief moment where Blue-eyes turns to his(?) father, for his opinion on what he should order, and you look away, making eye contact with Brown-eyes. His eyes are softer, and he nods at you, as if in thanks for your earlier redirection. You do the same, and shrug your shoulders lightly as if to say, “All good.”

Blue-eyes’ voice calls for your attention as he orders a refreshing virgin cocktail, and you turn to start mixing it for him.

“You know,” you think aloud, “If you ordered an alcoholic drink, I wouldn’t believe you’re old enough to be served?”

“Hey! I’m twenty-one, I can even drink in America now!”

You turn to look at him with narrowed eyes, tilting your head to the side dramatically before shaking your head as if you don’t believe him. Brown-eyes and his dad (you’re confident in their relationship), chuckle at this interaction, in a way that leads you to believe they’ve heard it before.

“Aww,” you coo, as you salt the rim of his plastic cup, “Twenty-one! You’re such a baby! I would think your I.D. is fake if I ever saw it.”

“I’m not a baby,” Blue-eyes pouts, his eyes brightening as he thinks of a response, “Wait—well, you look too young to be serving alcohol!”

“I’m taking that as a compliment, not an insult since I’m older than you. Beautiful brown skin like mine doesn’t show age, at least that’s what my mom says. Anyways—there’s nothing wrong with being baby-faced, it means you look young for longer.”

Blue-eyes ponders that train of thought as you add a slice of lime as garnish. You hand the drink off to him, waiting for him to take a sip to see if it’s to his liking. His eyes flutter shut as he swallows, with a tiny moan of approval following, and wow, that sounded like a different type of moan. It’s enough to cause your mind to drift to other scenarios where you may be blessed to hear that noise in, and you make the mistake of letting your gaze cross Brown-eyes again. 

There’s a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, and his eyebrow is raised at you slightly—like he’s aware of your train of thought. Hmm, you think, is that because he’s experienced the same train of thought as yourself, or is it because he’s gotten to hear that beautiful sound in the way you want to? It’s also possible that he thinks you’re just desperate, too. You blink at him, forcing your expression to remain innocent, before Blue-eyes speaks gleefully, breaking the tension once more. 

“This is the best drink I’ve ever had!”

You’ve heard those words hundreds of times on the course, but hearing them from him has you suddenly feeling bashful, waving his words away with a hand before you address Brown-eyes.

“¿Para beber, señor?”

“Please, cálmate. I thought you were talking to my father,” he responds, and the older gentlemen, confirming your suspicions about his relation, laughs.

“And—there’s no need to call me sir. Not in this context.”

Blue-eyes chokes on his drink next to you and it’s enough to distract you from responding to whatever that was supposed to imply. Okay, you panic internally, you’re either just a freak, or these two fine men are freaks themselves, and they’re not hiding it. Maybe, they even want you to join—okay, calm down you harlot. The men roughly pat his back to clear his airways and Blue-eyes reddens, you hope it’s due to embarrassment and not lack of oxygen. When it’s clear that he isn’t at risk for dying, Brown-eyes does take a bottle of beer off your hands.

“Have you been working here for a while?” The dad inquires, pulling you away from that mind-boggling exchange and into another bout of small talk while you dispose of the bottle caps.

“Sí, señor. This is my fourth summer here.”

“What?!” The two younger men, both exclaim, shocked at your answer.

“We’ve been coming here regularly since 2019 and we’ve never run into you before?” Blue-eyes continues, perplexed.

“Really? Wow, that’s terrible luck. I guess I’ve only worked shifts when you all aren’t here,” you theorize, cleaning out the shaker you used for his mocktail. 

“Why would it be ‘terrible luck?’” Brown-eyes asks with a painfully cute, confused tilt to his brows.

“It might be my last day,” you nod sadly, as all three men indulge you with sounds of dissent, “I know, sad, isn’t it?”

“But, why?” asks the dad, “Are they treating you badly here? Because I’ll talk to them for you. You seem like such a hardworking young woman.”

“Nonono, they treat me very well, there’s no need for threats! I’m just too hardworking. It’s just—I think it might be time for a change, you know?”

“We don’t know, actually,” Blue-eyes, offers smartly, “But, I wanna know. I like you, I think you’re interesting, and I’m invested now.”

You force the urge to giggle hysterically down as your brain screams, He said he likes you! That sounds like he’s in love with you! The cacophony of your subconscious gnawing at the bars of its enclosure rattles around your skull. 

You stare at them for a second, determining whether or not you should share your personal life with three strangers you're being paid to serve drinks to on a golf course. So, of course, you explain your very simple dilemma to the men. Do you quit your summer job because you’re afraid it might be too much to handle on top of getting your PhD and working an office job? Or, do you continue to work on the green because you’ve genuinely only ever enjoyed your time here, because it’s extra money in your pocket, because you’ve fallen in love with Spain, and because it keeps you near your family?

“I think you should stay.”

“Obviously, stay.”

“Sí, stay.”

You laugh abruptly at the answers. You’re ninety-five percent sure their answers are drenched with an ulterior motive—well, the two younger men's responses are.

“You like it here,” Blue-eyes starts earnestly, “I figure that getting a PhD is a lot of hard work, but why don’t you at least try it out for one more summer? If it’s too much, you don’t have to come back after that, right?”

The clock inside the cart blares its alarm for the end of your shift. You reach inside and shut it off before turning back to look at Blue-eyes thoughtfully, “I guess you’re right.”

“And…if you stay for another summer, there’s a chance we will see you again, no?” Brown-eyes jumps in.

“I would say the odds are pretty low, as this is the first time I’ve served you guys over four summers,” you joke back. That’s the reality of the situation, though. The first time you run into hot men who are your type and around your age range. You have to cope with the fact that you’ll never see them again. You’re the one with the terrible luck.

You tap the ledge of the cart off-handedly as you begin to ring up their drinks in the mobile register, pausing briefly to look up with a polite smile, “Is there anything else I can get for anybody before I head out today?”

Blue-eyes and Brown-eyes turn to whisper to each other, the older gentleman snorts, exchanging thanks with you and well wishes for your future before he walks back over to their equipment, leaving the younger men to close out the tab.

“Yes,” Blue-eyes clears his throat, “Can I have a ‘Sip of Sunshine?’”

You can’t recall ever carrying any beverage with that name and telling him as such, “Sorry, I don’t think we sell that. Is it a beer, or a cocktail—”

“You’re the sip of sunshine,” Brown-eyes interrupts you, twin smiles of pride painted on both men’s faces.

You laugh freely. It’s the most pleasant experience you’ve had being flirted with on the green. “I think that was the worst pick-up line I’ve ever heard!”

Brown-eyes rolls his eyes at your response lightly, giving you his credit card to pay, while Blue-eyes cheeses at you, “It made you laugh though. And, I think it made you blush too.”

“It did, but, the blush might be more of sunburn though,” you grin back at him, handing the mobile register to Brown-eyes for him to sign and tip, if he chooses. You avoid looking at the screen as he hands it back, placing it securely in the cart.

“Wait,” Brown-eyes calls, as you slide into the driver’s seat, “We never got your name?”

“You mean you never read the name tag that’s been clipped to my collar the entire time we’ve been talking?” You pester back, amused.

“We were too busy being distracted by how pretty you are,” Blue-eyes counters.

“Ah, that’s unfortunate,” you giggle, your flushed cheeks a definite result of the conversation and not the radiating sun, “I never got your names either?”

“Carlos,” Brown-eyes answers, “He’s Lando.”

“I can speak for myself you know,” Blue-eyes, Lando, sasses back. He pinches Carlos’ arm, causing the man to yelp and pull away from his side, and Lando takes the chance to address you again, “Will we see you next summer?”

“Oh, I hope not,” Carlos and Lando’s mouths drop open incredulously, “I don’t know how much more of your terrible flirting I can take!”

You smile at your own words, starting the cart and driving away from the green with a self-satisfied wave in their direction. You pray for your boss to still be in his office—you need to let him know that you’ve finally come to a decision about returning next year.

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After an agonizing first half of the season, the summer break had officially started, meaning you and Carlos finally had time to relax.

You loved accompanying Carlos to his races, you marveled in seeing him do what he loved. But, in all fairness, it was really tiring.

Constantly changing time zones, not having time to get home before you would have to fly all the way to the other side of the world, constantly being on the move and living out of your suitcases. It tired you out, even though you loved it.

Now, with the summer break officially here, you got to spend one whole month relaxing with your boyfriend in the beautiful Spain, getting some much needed rest before the season would pick up again.

After much consideration, you both decided that going home to Spain for the break was the best solution. You were home, you could have your fun, go to the beach seeing as it was very close to your house, it was the perfect destination.

"Mi amor, are you ready to go?" Carlos asked as he packed the last of your beach bag, ready for an entire day of soaking up the sun and relaxing with you.

"Yes, I'm coming!"

You scrambled to get your phone and your hat before bouncing downstairs where Carlos was waiting for you.

When he laid his eyes on you, his brain started malfunctioning. You were gorgeous in your brand new red bikini, one you had purchased specifically for the break.

"You look amazing, mi amor" he said once he finally regained his composure, wrapping his arms around your waist and bringing you closer.

"Thank you, love" you pecked his nose quickly before pulling away from the embrace.

The two of you made the quick drive to the beach, deciding to set up in a more secluded part of the beach, where hopefully you could sit and sunbathe in silence for a little while.

Carlos immediately jumped into the water as soon as he finished setting up your umbrella, just like a dog would, which made you laugh.

You started applying some sunscreen on your body to make sure you wouldn't get a sunburn. When Carlos finally emerged from the water half an hour later, you frowned when you saw his skin already beginning to turn red under the sun.

"Amor, come here so I can put some protection on you" you called out, shivering when the cold droplets of water from Carlos' hair hit your skin.

Seeing your shiver, he starts ruffling his hair so more water could get on your hot skin, which made you squeal.

"I will hit you if you do that one more time" you said, trying to act stern but the smile threatening to appear on your lips was saying something else.

"We both know you would feel bad" he said, finally taking a seat in front of you in the sand with his back facing you.

"Don't tempt me, your trainer and Fred will have my head if they see bruises on you" you joked while starting to apply a generous amount of sunscreen on his red skin.

"Thank God for Ferrari" Carlos turned his head and winked at you, making you roll your eyes but smile.

Being there with Carlos was everything you could have asked for. Everyone knew how tough the season had gone up to the summer break, how much both Carlos and Charles had been struggling with the car and getting it to perform at its best. The car, plus the countless strategy fails that the Ferrari engineering team kept making, the losses started pilling up and they were starting to take a toll on your boyfriend.

You knew how talented, driven and passionate he was about his job. How much he loved racing and how close he came to winning a race, only for it to be completely ruined by his team. He had started doubting himself, something you never wanted him to start doing.

That was primarily the reason why you suggested you go on holiday alone, just the two of you, for the first 2 weeks of the break. No phones, no internet, nobody around to put further stress on Carlos or you. Completely detaching yourselves from your hectic lives, even if it was just temporary.

"What are you thinking about?" Carlos' voice snapped you out of your thoughts, not having realized you had zoned out for a couple of minutes.

"Nothing important, just stuff" you shrugged it off, not wanting to bring up the subject while the atmosphere was so serene.

"I know you're lying. Tell me, what's got you so deep in thought?" he scooted closer to you and brought his hand to your cheek, rubbing his thumb against your skin gingerly.

Looking into his deep brown eyes, you knew you never had to be ashamed to tell him what was on your mind. He would always listen to you, no matted what it was.

"I'm just thinking about you" he nodded, signaling for you to continue. "It's just, this season has been so hard for you and I'm just worried that nothing is going to change after the break and you'll be struggling and stressing yourself out and exhausting yourself" you admitted.

Carlos knew you had been worried about him, hell, he was worried about himself. He had expected much more from his team, but after continuously being let down, he didn't know what to think or do anymore. He didn't know where to put his trust.

"Amor, look at me" he took your face in his hands, holding it gently. "You don't have to worry about me. We both know that there is no consistency in this sport, we will have bad times and we will have good times. We've hit a rough patch, and yes, I have been stressing myself. But that is simply because I know we can do better and I'm trying to make sure we give it our best to be on top after the break" he explained.

"But you're wearing yourself out. This isn't healthy for you" you said, worry creasing your face.

He leaned in and kissed your forehead, making you close your eyes and enjoy the feeling f=of his soft lips against your skin.

"Please, stop worrying. I'm going to be fine, we just have to get through this together" you looked at him and eventually nodded.

Even though you were still worried deep within, you knew that you had to trust Carlos. Until anything further, you were going to enjoy the free time and soak up the sun with your boyfriend, away from all stress and just basking in your love for one another.

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Kinktober - Day 26

26th — food play, Carlos Sainz

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“You going to put that down?” he asks, jerking his chin at the bottle of champagne.

“Hmmm, no, I was thinking we could use it.”

He raises a sceptical eyebrow and you pout.

“Come on, it’s sexy.”

He laughs, leaning up on one arm so he can reach your face and kiss your jutting lip. The other hand covers yours on the bottle. “You’re drunk.”

Your face slides into a little coy smile and you shrug. “Only a little. Anyway, we still have…” you hold the bottle up to the light and peer at the level of liquid inside, “half a bottle left. C’mon, I wanna lick it off you.” 

Carlos chuckles, shaking his head at your persistence. "You're such a naughty girl," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "But if that's what gets you going..."

He takes the bottle from your hand, setting it aside before turning his attention back to you. His eyes gleam with amusement and desire as he reaches for the hem of your dress, slowly lifting it up your thighs.

"I suppose I can accommodate your request," he says, his tone dripping with seduction. "Just remember, I'm not responsible for the mess we might make.”

You take a sip from the bottle, head tilted back, throat working. His eyes are on you with rapt attention, and you hold his gaze, sliding the hand on his chest up his neck, thumb resting on his chin and you press down, encouraging him to open his mouth.

He obliges, lips parting, watching as you take another sip, holding it, and lean down to take his open mouth with yours, sharing the champagne. He moans softly, the pop and fizz spilling over his tongue, and you pull back, licking the taste of it off his lips. His hands slide back up your thighs, stroking your skin.

You sit back on his lap and bring the bottle over his chest this time, letting it pour into the hollow of his throat and you’re dipping down to lick it up before it can spill, chasing it with wet, sticky kisses along the sensitive skin where his neck meets his shoulder, sucking at his pulse until he groans, fingers digging into your flesh.

“Fuck,” he breathes out.

You give a low laugh, splashing a bit more of the champagne across his chest, chasing the rivulets down his sternum with the flat of your tongue, revelling in how it makes him shiver under you. His breath is coming shorter now, and his hands slip higher to grasp your ass, kneading the muscle as you scrape your teeth over the swell of his pec, nipping underneath. “I told you it’s sexy,” you murmur into his skin, pressing a kiss to one of his nipples just to hear the tiny gasp he always makes at the gesture. Smirking, you pour more of the champagne over it and blow a small stream of air across, and he’s groaning, head thrown back, pressing his chest into your mouth. A shudder runs through him as the cool bubbly hits his sensitive nipple, followed by the warm, wet exhalation from her lips. His hands grip her hair tightly, holding her close as he arches into her touch.

"Fuck, yes... just like that," he pants, his voice husky with desire. "You're playing with fire, amor..." He reaches down to grab her wrist, guiding her hand to the growing bulge in his trousers. The hardness presses insistently against her palm, straining against the fabric.

His hips buck slightly as she strokes him through his pants, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "Mmm, you're a wicked little thing, aren't you?" he teases, his hot breath fanning over her ear as he whispers. "Getting me all worked up like this..."

With a deft motion, he unfastens his belt and pulls down the zipper of his trousers, freeing his thick, rigid cock. It springs up, already glistening with pre-cum at the tip. "There you go, querida," he purrs, giving his shaft a slow stroke from base to tip. "All for you." He tugs her closer, pressing her soft curves against his hard body. His lips find hers in a searing kiss, tongues tangling as he devours her mouth with hunger.