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eloves-writes · 4 months ago

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guess

[carlos sainz x reader]

desc: you and carlos have been adamantly denying dating rumours for months, and a risky game of truth or dare reveals a secret you’ve been trying to keep.

warnings: alcohol, drivers are all drunk, maxiel crumbs, flashing underwear, slight exhibitionism, this is pretty PG tbh!

a/n: inspired by guess by charli xcx ofc. this was fun and my horny little brain wants to do a very cheeky part 2 so lmk if you want! (update: here is part 2! love yas) thanks 4 the love on my last few posts, requests are of course open for any of the drivers, love ya mwah mwah mwah!

this work contains suggestive themes, minors do not interact

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the after-party to the after-party was always guaranteed to be interesting, to say the least. it was the last race before the summer break, and you and the other drivers had hit the club in celebration only to end up sat around in max’s penthouse hotel room, heads still reeling from the amount of alcohol you’d all consumed. not so much the amount, really, but more that none of you drank during the races so your tolerance wasn’t what it could be. max, always opting for a bigger and nicer hotel room than probably necessary, was sat on his bed beside daniel, whilst you, carlos, and lando were opposite them on a plush sofa set. as per usual, you were the last 5 drivers standing after the more sensible of the bunch had retired to their own rooms. a bottle of wine sat open and half empty on the small coffee table beside a more full bottle of tequila, and the conversation was flowing amongst you like the 3am breeze that was flowing through the open balcony door.

you were trying not to pay too much attention to carlos; you’d been secretly seeing each other for a while, and usually it was easier to hide but alone with just 3 of your close friends you figured it was only a matter of time before one of them caught on to something. of course, they had, and it was lando in particular that noticed your distinct effort to not look at carlos at all tonight.

“we should play a game,” he said slowly, mischievous grin on his face.

daniel responded in agreement, max raising an eyebrow. “we’re not playing spin the bottle.”

“why is that always your first thought, max?” you laughed. carlos smiled and sipped his wine, enjoying the sound of your teasing laughter.

“truth or dare,” daniel said suddenly. “dare max to play spin the bottle!”

you all laughed again, apart from max who rolled his eyes. “no, no, i pick truth.”

“ok,” carlos noted. “if you had to race for any other team, where would you go?”

max pretended to think for a moment before replying. “nowhere. you’re all shit.”

“sorry, who just won in spa?” you exclaimed, recounting your latest victory in the mercedes. “and piastri finished ahead of you too.”

“ok, fine,” max replied in defeat. “i’m not answering.”

“that’s not the game!” lando eyed up the tequila. “if you don’t answer, or you don’t answer truthfully,” he shot a pointed look towards you and carlos, “you have to take a shot.”

you groaned. “i think we’ve all drunk enough, norris.”

he raised his hands innocently. “guess we’ll all have to play the game properly then.”

a couple of rounds later, you’d all done at least one more shot, a few team principals would be waking up to an interesting text in the morning, and daniel had salt on his bare stomach after you’d made max do a shot from his belly button. the questions were becoming increasingly dirty, you just narrowly avoiding a particularly evil fuck marry kill from daniel. it was carlos’s turn again, the spaniard sat back lazily next to you.

“truth or dare, carlitos,” lando baited with that same mischievous smile.

“truth.”

“i want you to guess,” he crowed. “what colour underwear y/n is wearing.”

a light blush tinged his tan cheeks. he knew full well what colour your underwear was, having taken it both on and off in the club bathroom not too long ago.

“fuck.” he looked to the shot glass on the table. he was already far too drunk, and not in the mind to be smart enough to just lie.

“red,” he answered, making it sound like a guess.

lando smirked. “interesting. y/n, truth or dare.”

“it’s not my turn,” you protested, looking to max and daniel who were just as eager to get some truth out of you both. you rolled your eyes, stupidly letting your mouth speak before your brain. “fine. dare.”

lando looked you dead in the eyes, then to carlos.

“i dare you to show us what colour your underwear is.”

the aftertaste of the tequila was still sweet in your mouth and the thought of another shot made you a little nauseous. fuck it, you thought. guess this was one way to let the cat out of the bag. it wasn’t like the guys hadn’t seen your underwear before; you were admittedly somewhat of a party girl, the tiny skirts you wore left little to the imagination and you’d been around them in a bikini more times than you could count anyway.

carlos watched you with apprehension, unsure of what you were going to do but comfortable enough with the guys to know what happened in this hotel room would stay here, and if you wanted to give them a flash of the perfect ass he got to grab onto every night whilst he fucked you then he was ok with that too. in fact, his jeans tightened slightly at the passing thought of fucking you in front of them to really show who’s you were.

you stood up, grabbing onto the arm of the sofa for support as you found your balance.

“you’re a perv, lando, asking to see my panties,” you teased. max and daniel had a matching look of amusement, the latter wolf-whistling as you turned around and pushed the fabric of your mini dress up to your hips. red and lacy, fit snugly over your pretty ass. you dropped the fabric and sat back down, making eye contact with carlos who looked like he wanted to pounce on you there and then.

“lucky guess,” daniel quipped.

carlos finished his glass of wine and smirked. “didn’t have to guess.”

lando let out a cheer. “i knew it!” he shouted.

“you guys kind of suck at keeping secrets,” max added. “thanks for that little show though.”

“watch it, verstappen,” carlos countered, moving closer to you and placing a possessive hand at the top of your thigh. “wouldn’t want to have to give you a bigger show now, would i?”

one person asks and i’ll write a part two where he does in fact give them a bigger show

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loonylupinblack3 · 8 months ago

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Winner

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x reader

Warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), slight dacryphilia

Summary: it's the 2024 Australian Grande Prix and you show your boyfriend just how proud of him you are

A/N: posting this in celebration of carlos' win! so proud of him <33

You went on your knees, staring at Carlos beneath your lashes. His face was hungry, eyes greedily drinking you up.

“I’m so proud of you baby,” you whisper, hands creeping up his legs. “So fucking proud.”

Carlos groaned at the sight of you beneath him, hands trailing his legs, using your sweet words to fuck with his head.

When you started pulling his racing suit down he stopped you, staring at you with concern even amidst his high of winning the race. “Are you sure?”

You smirked at him. “Of course. You did so good, baby. I wanna show you how proud I am.”

And well, how could Carlos say no to that?

He let you take off his racing suit, cupping his hard cock teasingly through his boxers. He let out an unpleased grunt, hands itching to grab your hair but he restrained himself. For now.

You stopped your teasing, pulling down his boxers. The cold air on his cock made him shiver, not so much though as when you wrapped your hands around him, giving him a few pumps before looking up at him with a conspiratory smile.

You licked his length before putting the tip in your mouth, your tongue swirling around as precum seeped into your mouth. Carlos groaned, his hands going to your hair and resting them there, eyes fluttering closed.

You sucked, still going no further than the tip, head tilted back to watch Carlos’ reaction, the man’s eyes squeezed shut, hand holding your hair in a vice grip but not pulling, restraining himself as much as possible.

“Cariño,” he warned, voice strained.

You grinned at him, moving your mouth an inch further but no more, hollowing your cheeks out. Carlos let out a frustrated groan, opening his eyes to glare at you, not at all pleased with your teasing.

“Y/n,” he hissed.

You grinned again, opening your mouth wider to say something but didn’t get the chance, Carlos’s grip on your hair tightening as he thrust his cock into your mouth. You gagged, partly out of surprise and partly from having your mouth stuffed but Carlos didn’t seemed to care, pulling his hips back before thrusting again, fucking your mouth.

He swore, pulling your hair, shoving his dick further down your throat. Tears pricked your eyes but you let him continue, sucking his cock as best you could. Carlos panted, tightening his grip on your hair.

“Such a good girl for me baby,” he moaned, snapping his hips. “Taking me like a good little fuck toy.”

You made a sound in the back of your throat, all you could manage with Carlos fucking your throat like a man starved, shoving your face forwards into his curls then pulling back, groaning at the feeling of your wet mouth around his cock.

“What? You like that? You like being treated as a slut?” Carlos grunted, using your hair to pull your head back, forcing you to look at him while he fucked your mouth. “You gonna be a good little slut for me Cariño?”

You moaned at his words, squeezing your thighs together as Carlos continued to abuse your mouth, using you for his own pleasure. You were gagging on his cock, tears spilling down your cheeks, ruining your mascara.

Carlos moaned at the sight, fucking your mouth harder. “Fuck, you’re such a good slut for me Cariño. Such a good fucking slut.”

You blinked up at him with those doe eyes of yours, eyes wet, lips plump, and that was the unravelling of Carlos. He let out a curse, your only warning as he spilled into your mouth, ropes of white cum spurting from his dick.

You swallowed it all dutifully, coughing slightly as Carlos finally pulled out of your mouth, pulling his boxers and racesuit back on.

“Come here Cariño,” he ordered, and you obliged, getting off your knees and letting your boyfriend wrap his arms around you, kissing you deeply. If he tasted himself on you he didn’t care, or maybe it turned him on even more.

“You were so good baby,” he whispered. “So fucking good.”

You smiled at him. “You were so good. I’m proud of you.”

Carlos rested his forehead against your own. “Thank you.”

And as the Spanish driver went out to complete his interviews and smile for the camera, his glow came from more than just the race.

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imthebadguyyy · 1 year ago

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Earned It

pairing : carlos sainz x reader

fandom : f1

summary : you and carlos celebrate his gp win

warnings : smut smut smut smut

a/n : on a carlos high right now and im just very obsessed with this man ❤️

"I'm so proud of you"

the words echoed like a refrain, from the moment carlos had gotten out of the car till much after the celebrations were over, and the both of you found yourselves pressed against each other, against the walls in your hotel room, frenzied hands running up and down both your bodies.

panting, you let the silky material of your red dress fall to the floor, hands reaching down to unzip carlos' race suit. you had decided to dress in his colours, and it had driven him crazy the moment he saw it, and you knew it was a good choice as you felt his hot lips press against the skin of your neck, pressing wet, smacking kisses to the delicate skin.

"it's unfair of you to look this gorgeous mi niña bonita my pretty girl, you were glowing, could see you sparkling from the top of the podium, the prettiest fucking person in the whole world" he mumbled, lips pressing against yours. the clash of tongue against tongue had you gasping for air, pushing yourself up even closer against him.

"you did so well today bebé, fighting to the win? ending redbull's winning street? that's some pretty badass driving, and it was really fucking sexy to watch as well" you mumbled against his lips, feeling him smirk against yours as you did."you did so well, i think you deserve a reward. after everything you've fought through, you came out on top like the winner you are" you continued, walking backwards onto the bed, reaching up to caress his collarbone, leaning down to suck on the skin of his neck, gently running your hands down to his underwear, tracing his waist, gently squeezing the hardened muscle, fingers tracing his abs feeling him harden against you.

"mi ganador" my winner you whispered, feeling his cheeks heat up

pushing him gently down onto the bed, you began to kneel down in front of him, watching the rise and fall of his chest as his dark eyes lingered on you. "let me show you how proud I am of you", you pleaded, sinking down onto your knees, dragging his race suit and fireproofs down his legs, followed by his underwear, looking up to him with lust clouded eyes.

carlos leaned down before you could go down on him, pressing a sugary sweet kiss to your lips, tasting the raspberry lipbalm you had applied, the kiss as delicate as spun sugar, and as silken as a soft feather.

for a moment you you softened under the gently graze of his fingertips against your cheeks.

you pulled your hair into a ponytail, hands gently trailing down his stomach, feeling the goosebumps break out on his body, watching as you sunk down to your knees crawling forward, swaying your ass seductively behind you, and you felt his cock get visibly harder.

"you just sit back love, i'll do the work." you whispered softly,running your hands up his thighs, feeling his muscles clench as you did. nodding his approval to you, he cleared his throat, hand gently squeezing your shoulder.

licking your lips when you reached level with his cock, you let your hand cup around his length, giving it a few strokes. tucking the lose strands of your hair behind your ears, you leaned forward to kitten lick his throbbing tip. his breath hitched, head tilting backwards voice faltering slightly at your motions, a soft moan of "joder, mi amor" leaving his red lips, hand reaching down to grab you hair in his fist. letting the tip of your tongue swipe past his slit to collect his pre cum, you licked to the front of his head, looking up at him through hooded lashes as you did.

you could hear him muttering profanities in spanish, every word through slightly gritted teeth, making you bite back a smirk. his fingers yanked your hair, the burning on your scalp sending pleasurable tingles down your spine, straight down between your legs.

the sharp burn of your scalp only acted as encouragement. it made your skin burn, only encouraging you to keep it up.

you took to humming against him, feeling him tense up, the vibrations making his eyes roll into the back of his head when you finally took him into your mouth.

carlos whimpered, an action that he did not usually partake in, more used to being the dominant one in bed, as you hollowed your mouth around him, moving your head up to swirl your tongue around him, before taking all of him again, carlos biting back a moan as you continued working your mouth around him, as he thrusted his hips up, pleasure clouding his senses, making him hit the back of your throat as he pushed further down your throat, triggering your gag reflex.

carlos yanked your hair harder as a form of punishment, eyes shut and head thrown back, adams apple bobbing in his throat as he moaned and grunted in pleasurem

he thrusted his hips up again, letting out another loud moan of your name, hands releasing their grip on your hair softly, gently stroking your hair, the gentility of his touch and the roughness with which he was fucking your throat raw creating the most poetic juxtaposition.

but that was your carlos, hot and cold, sharp and blunt, passionate and gentle, a fierce loved and a gentle lover.

hollowing your cheeks out again, you continued to suck him, before you were rudely yanked off of your knees, and pulled into the bed, and you gasped for breath, still tasting his salty pre cum on your tongue.

"quiero correrme en tu coño mi bebita hermosa" i want to cum inside your pussy my beautiful baby girl he groaned, yanking you down for a searing kiss, shoving his tongue in your mouth, pulling your legs around his waist to run a hand down your back, squeezing your hips and gently rocking your hips on his cock, your clothed pussy weeping at the friction from the grinding.

his hands pushed your panties to the side, fingers sliding into you, making sure you were wet, and sure enough, you were dripping, it was a slight surprise to feel how soaked you were and probably had been for hours, ever since the race had ended.

you could feel his fingers pressing against your walls, and he could see the glorious sight of your juices leaking out of you, and the sight of it made him moan again, bending your legs slightly so he could have your pussy facing him at a better angle.

his fingers made scissoring motions with his fingers as they ran through your folds, causing you to arch your back, leaning closer to his touch. you felt him rub rough circles around your clit, experienced fingers stimulating the bundle of nerves perfectly bringing the sweetest moans from your lips like notes being played on a piano.

carlos knew how to play you like a violin, knowing which strings to pull to trigger that one feeling in you that had you seeing the stars and had your eyes rolling to the heavens, breathing hitching as the pleasure burst forth in your veins.

"yeah, you like that don’t you? una chica tan traviesa such a naughty girl" he grunted as he pressed his thumb down on your clit.

the moan that left your lips was pornographic, his hands roughly grasping onto your cheeks. flipping you around to push you down onto the bed, spreading your folds before shoving his head between them. his tongue found your folds and flicked through them, letting his tongue lap through the pink lips, licking up your arousal, continually sucking on your clit, before grazing his teeth at your folds before finding your clit and sucking on it.

moaning at the intense flurry of pleasure, you let your eyes fall shut, squeezing your eyelids so tight you could see little white dots burst forth. practically shoving your whole bottom half into his face, he drank every drop of your arousal like water, the squelching sounds so filthy, they were spurring you on.

"need you inside me amor" you whined out, gasping when he pulled off of you and flipped the both of you over.

"come on darling, deja que papi te cuide" let daddy take care of you he growled as he pressed a kiss to your neck again. settling yourself on top of him, he guided his cock into your fluttering entrance, dark brown eyes fixed on yours, leading one of his hands up to use his shoulders as leverage when he entered you, eyes closing when you groaned as soon as his tip slid into you.

he let his other hand press into the skin of your cheeks, forcing you to look directly at him

"you’re so fucking wet, you feel so fucking tight" he groaned as he felt your slick-covered center squeezing him, moaning at the sight of your engorged clit, begging for attention.

"baby, please fuck me, por favor muévete papi" please move daddy you cried desperately as you felt your arousal grow. you were too high strung foreplay. carlos ground his hips into yours, his hip bone sliding against your pelvis, and he moved back, softly biting your ear, nibbling on the soft skin before moving his lips down to your chest, lips wrapping around your pebbled nipple.

he sucked on your nipple like a man starved, flicking his tongue against your nipple, one hand playing with the other neglected one, fingers stroking around the tissue until it pebbled around his fingers.

he pinched the nipple, smirking as your chest rose up to press against his.

he drew back from your nipple, a clear string of spit trailing from your nipple to his lips and he blew on it gently watching as your breath stuttered, winking at the reacting he could pull from you.

"mocoso" you muttered brat

"tu mocoso" your brat he grinned, flashing his pearly whites at you.

what you weren't expecting was for him to pull out, lifting your body up like it weighed nothing to flip you over, so you were resting on all fours and you began to rock yourself against him.

your eyes closed as a whimper left your swollen lips, as you felt him rub harshly against your wetness. "for fucks sake carlos, please, just fuck me" you grunted out, too strung up for coherency. taking your words as affirmation, he thrust his hips forward, pushing fully into you, bit by bit, letting you adjust to his massive size once again.

the swollen head of his cock stretched your pussy, and his hand took your messy hair, twisting it into a ponytail, yanking you back up to his chest.

he had barely begun, and yet, you were already shaking. his lips curved into a smile, pressing against the shell of your ear before muttering, "you with me darling?" he asked, pressing a kiss behind your ear.

"yes papi" you moaned, throwing your head back again to rest on his shoulder. your nails dug into his thigh, as you held onto him tightly, feeling so full with him inside you, it was euphoric.

he pressed soothing kisses to the back of your neck and your ears, before catching you off guard, and wrapping his hand around your neck tightening his grip around your throat, making your eyes roll back.

"que buena chica, tomándome tan bien, hmm?" such a good girl, taking me so well, hmm? he tightened his grip around your throat, cutting the airflow slightly, so all you could do was let out a strangled moan, no word leaving your lips." you feel so good you know, so warm and slick and tight" he groaned against your ear, relishing in the whimper you let out.

he began to fuck you hard and fast, any traces of your soft gentle carlos vanishing.

he pounded into you, your body shaking and your cries becoming louder and louder. your nails dug into him even harder, leaving little crescents on his skin, the burn increasing his pleasure. you could feel your orgasm approaching, his cock hitting spots in you that had you seeing stars.

"I'm so fucking proud of you carlos" you moaned out, almost blubbering incoherently. "gracias mi dulce querida" thank you my sweet darling he grunted out.

"oh yes, yes, oh fuck! daddy! fuck!" your body began to shake harder as he squeezed your hip and throat harder, but carlos didn’t want you to cum so soon, oh no.

half of his reward was leaving you desperate and whining, so overstimulated and horny that all you could do was moan his name.

he pulled out, earning a groan of disapproval from you, before pushing you onto your back, before he sank his cock into you again, making you back arch off of the bed as he let your leg rest on his shoulder, pushing the other one away from you so you were perfectly spread out for him nearly making you touch your ear, from how far the stretch is.

you couldn't help the cries leaving your lips, feeling him so deep in you, the weight of his body against you, so warm and homely.

"fuck, fuck! you’re so deep papi,oh fuck!" you moaned as his thrusts became animalistic, as he lost control over his own pleasure.

"do you want me to go slower, querida?" he asked, knowing full well you would sob if he did, when he was fucking you so good, fucking deeper into you, hips snapping against yours like a rubber band.

you shook your head, eyes rolling back at the intensity, as tears began to pool in your eyes, making you bite your bottom lip so hard you knew you'd have torn the skin.

the smirk on his lips told you that it was gonna be a long night and that carlos wasn't done with you just yet. your shaky legs wrapped around his waist, squeezing it. he grabbed your face, fingers digging into your cheekbones, before pushing your face sideways into the silky pillow, making you close your eyes at the contrasting sensation of your hot cheeks against the cold pillow, the feelings setting your body on fire.

he was hard, throbbing inside your silken walls, and you could feel every inch of him, making your head spin, while your heart threatened to just leap out of your chest.

although your moans were slightly muffled, and the desperate whines leaving your lips fuelled, him, as he continued snapping his hips into you, nails digging into your thigh, the pleasurable sting sending you spiraling. you could feel ths tight muscles rippling in his back, and you scratched down the bare expanse of his back, knowing it always drove him crazy.

the sensation of you digging your nails into his back, had his hips falterring and stuttering slightly as he let out another lke growl into his ear, as he allowed himself a moment to bask in the burn of the sting before regaining his pace and thrusting back "you're so, so fucking good, just squeezing me so well hmm?" he growled out, watching as your walls squeezed him harder and your eyes shut.

"oh, shit, merde, oh yes, fuck right there, carlos, right there baby, please, oh fuck i'm so close" you managed to get out, words beginning to slur as you began to near your end.

the red hot pleasure in the pit of your stomach began to tighten, making you pant. your words just made him fuck deeper into you, which you didn't think was possible, and the filthy sound of your wetness and the sounds of your skin slapping together echoed across the hotel room. the bed began to knock against the wall, the thumping sounding sweeter than the sweetest symphony you had ever heard.

"yes, yes yes, oh fuck, carlito, te amo!" you moaned out, voice nearing the decibel of a scream.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head once again, mouth falling open in a silent scream of pleasure. for a second, you thought you lost your hearing, as a low hum filled your ears, and you could feel your heartbeat in your head, echoing through your body,and through the blinding pleasure, you heard carlos moan your name, before letting out a low grunt, feeling him release his chokehold on your throat and hips, watching as you squirted all over him.

"that's it, baby, let it go all over me, so fucking gorgeous. esto es todo para mí? this is all for me hmm? you're mine, aren't you darling? todo mío" all mine" he concluded, watching as your body shook with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

a series of profanities" and moans of carlos' name left your lips.

you thought you were done, but just as you began to come to terms with the force of your orgasm, you felt his thumb on your clit, making you jerk your hips away, shaking your head. "papi, por favor, please, no more, i can't, not anymore" you whined out, feeling your pussy throb.

"yes you can, one more bebita, just give me one more" he murmured, leaning down to kiss you again harshly, in a rough, dirty, demanding kiss.

you could feel his hips stutter, his thrusts becoming sloppy, signalling he was close to his own orgasm. you moaned into his mouth, taking the opportunity to suck his tongue.

"come on mi ganador my winner, cum for me won't you. heavens knows you deserve it mi amor my love" you asked through hooded lashes, looking up at him with doe eyes.

at your words, he dropped his head into the crook of your neck, his tongue poking out to lick patterns on the skin there, and you could hear his low, soft grunts as he chased his release, making the veins in his neck and his hand pop slightly. you could see his body glistening in the layer of sweat that had covered him,

“please baby. please cum for me, por favor papi?” you muttered sweetly, hand gently massaging the muscle of his taut shoulferm

he continued to thrust into you for a second or two more, before a deep groan left his swollen lips, and an even deeper moan of your name echoed in your ear, as he spurted his cum into your warm pussy with a groan.

your body shuttered at the warm liquid dripping into you, moaning in pleasure as the warmth of his release spread through you, enveloping you in a warm daze. panting softly, he rolled off of you.

he brought you to rest on top of him, as you let your head lay on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slowly come back to a normal pace.

his fingers entangled in the knots in your hair, moving the sweaty strands from your hair and combing out the knots, pressing kisses to your forehead and face and kiss, soft mutters of "mi niña perfecta, mi dulce niña, mi ángel, te adoro mucho, te amo tan profundamente" my perfect girl, my sweet girl, my angel, i adore you so much, i love you so deeply leaving his lips like a mantra.

you trailed kisses up his bare tummy, up his chest, before meeting his lips with yours, kissing gently to avoid bruising his pink lips even further.

you basked in the moment, enjoying the passionate kiss and the warmth of his lips and body against you. you felt his teeth tug your bottom lip into his mouth once again, letting his tongue trace your lips.

you let out a soft whimper before positioning your legs on either side of his waist, feeling him entering you once again, still hard.

carlos groaned softly, moving his hands to your ass, letting his hands trace it, before delivering a harsh smack to it.

"thank you for that, mi hermosa" he said sincerely, fingers gently tracing your knuckles.

"I'm so proud of you carlos. you never cease to amaze me" you smiled at him, pushing his sweaty hair out of his face to press a loving kiss to his nose.

the loving aura in the room was broken by the ding of carlos' phone, and you nodded to him to pick it up.

you watched as his eyebrow raised at the sight of his group chat blowing up with messages, resting your head on his chest, humming softly as you traced delicate patterns on his chest.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

lando 🥛 : carlos, im filing a noise complaint. 🍆

lord perceval 👑 : lando 😂 let them be. it's been a while :)

pierrito - carlos celebrated tonight huh? 😏

lando 🥛: he did but at what cost...

lord perceval 👑 : it was obviously some goooood 'some' ;)

maximus 💪🏻- i unfortunately could hear em too, and im on the other end of the hall.

lando 🥛: my valued sleep has been broken carlos.

lord perceval 👑: don't be jealous lando

pierrito: yes lando don't be jealous that carlos is getting the best sex of his life and you're not

lando 🥛: fuck off

alexander 🎊 : aint no way they're still going, carlos hasn't read our messages yet

lord perceval 👑: ...... good for his stamina??

maximus 💪🏻: intensive circuit training and core stability has been achieved

chili 🌶️: guys were so sorry we didn't know we were being so loud

pierrito : had fun sainz?

lando 🥛 : carlos sainz vasquez bla bla you were so fucking loud all of singapore heard you fucking

chili 🌶️: don't be jealous lando, now adios

lord perceval 👑: round 2?!

pierrito: round 2?!

alexander 🎊: round 2?!

maximus 💪🏻: round 2?!

lando 🥛 : im getting earbuds.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

you let out a startled laugh as carlos showed you the group chat, a flush creeping up your cheeks as you hid your face in his neck.

"ahora querida, no eras t��mida cuando te estaba cogiendo el cerebro, ¿por qué te escondes ahora? now darling, you werent shy when i was fucking your brains out, why are you hiding now? he smirked, a devilish smile painting his lips.

"dont tease me chili" you whined, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"alright i won't tease you, querida, but they were right about one thing" he said, throwing a suggestive grin your way.

biting your lip in anticipation, you ran a finger down his toned stomach, batting your eyelashes at him innocently.

"whats that, amor?"

"we are definitely going for round two."

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

a/n : ahhh idk how to feel about this??? but it was just a sour of the moment fic i wrote on half an hour so not my best work 😕 but as always, likes reblogs comments opinions etc are appreciated 🩷 happy reading and much love always xoxo

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pia-nor481 · 6 months ago

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okay so this is personally what i think some of the driver's kinks are:

Max Verstappen: a huge praise kink

Lewis Hamilton: sir kink

Lando norris and Charles Leclerc : mommy kink ig🤭

Carlos Sainz: a huge ego and a huge daddy kink

Daniel Ricciardo: somnopholia or like fuckin someone in their sleep

Alex Albon and Logan Sargeant: gotta be overstimulation (both giving and receiving end)

and that's all I could think of as of right now you can mix them up a little and feel free to use them ideas

love you<33

MV: he loves receiving praise so much. He wants to hear how well he makes her feel, how well he’s doing. It can be as simple as “So good Max.” Or something extremely specific that he does. He also enjoys giving praise, especially when it’s trying something new. “Such a good girl, so perfect for me.” Or “look at you, taking me so well.”

LH: perhaps this has stemmed from the knighthood. “So, Sir Lewis Hamilton.” He didn’t expect her voice to affect him so much. Slowly it developed into a reoccurring title in the bedroom. “Yes Sir, I’ll be good I promise. I’ll do everything you say.” It really gets him off now. So anytime someone reminded him of that title he smiles to himself, thinking about her.

CL: he lets it slip one night. Maybe after a long few race weekends he just wants to relax, let her take control. “That’s it Charles, lie back, let me take care of you.” He lets out a quiet sigh and closes his eyes enjoying the feeling of her on top, and around him. “Please mommy, faster.” Even he was shocked that he said it, eyes shot open, expecting her to be angry. Charles wanted to tell her at some point, he was just unsure of when. She began rocking her hips faster. “That’s it Charles, be good for Mommy.”

LN: now, one evening Lando put all his cards on the table and decided to tell her everything he was into, and I mean everything. It was overwhelming to start, but she knew his intentions, he didn’t want to get too attached then reveal something that could have been a dealbreaker. He didn’t want his heart broken. One thing with Lando, is that he likes to be on top. “Yes Mommy, you feel so good…Please can I cum please.” Sometimes he will just walk up behind her, arms tight around her waist as he buries his face into her neck. “Mommy, I need you.”

CS: Now let me tell you, this man likes to DOMINATE. He actually refers to himself as daddy quite often, even outside of the bedroom. “You can cum one more time…that’s it come for daddy.” He’s always so casual about it as well.

DR: he’s the first one to ask, he was talking about really wanting to be woken up by getting head. He wasn’t expecting it to feel so good, the only thing he could think about or feel is pleasure, and it was one of the best ways to wake up. After he’s cum down her throat, he couldn’t help but express his enjoyment, and it made her slightly jealous. So he offered, one day as he wanted to keep it a surprise, that she’d experience the same pleasure. And oh was he right

Williams: so they both want to cum dry, usually about 4 or 5 orgasms and the excitement of it just pushes him closer to the edge each time. So after 2/3 it becomes hard to think, almost in a haze. Cock become so sensitive he’d have to push you’re hand or mouth away as it’s all too much. On the other hand, he’d just love to see her squirming with how much pleasure he’d given her. Begging him to stop because he’s just too good.

Hey love, sorry this took so long. Anytime I tried to write the universe said “no ideas for you.”

I hope you’re doing well and thank you for sending in ideas xx

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maxillness · 2 months ago

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'•.¸♡ Uploading Schedule/Masterlist♡¸.•'

During the month of October, I will not be posting music Mondays as I'm posting every day, but they will be back on the first Monday of November

╰┈➤ Day 1 - Bondage (LN4)

╰┈➤ Day 2 - Choking (OP81)

╰┈➤ Day 3 - Impact Play (T.W)

╰┈➤ Day 4 - Knismolagnia (LH44)

╰┈➤ Day 5 - Maiesiophilia (LS18)

╰┈➤ Day 6 - Sensation Play (KR7)

╰┈➤ Day 7 - Orgasm Play (CL16)

╰┈➤ Day 8 - Nipple Play (CS55)

╰┈➤ Day 9 - Marking Up (DR3)

╰┈➤ Day 10 - Stomach Bulging (LS2)

╰┈➤ Day 11 - Pegging (SV5)

╰┈➤ Day 12 - Clit Play (KM20)

╰┈➤ Day 13 - Squirting (NH27)

╰┈➤ Day 14 - Vaginal Virginity (FA14)

╰┈➤ Day 15 - Fingers In Mouth (MW2)

╰┈➤ Day 16 - Cunnilingus (JB22)

╰┈➤ Day 17 - Licking (LH44)

╰┈➤ Day 18 - Fellatio (GR63)

╰┈➤ Day 19 - Oral Virginity (DR3)

╰┈➤ Day 20 - Somnophilia (PG10)

╰┈➤ Day 21 - Spit (KR7)

╰┈➤ Day 22 - Thigh Kink (MV33)

╰┈➤ Day 23 - Cum Marking (NR6)

╰┈➤ Day 24 - Facial (CL16)

╰┈➤ Day 25 - Snowballing (LS18)

╰┈➤ Day 26 - Tightness (T.W)

╰┈➤ Day 27 - Ass Worship (MSC47)

╰┈➤ Day 28 - Footjob (AA23)

╰┈➤ Day 29 - Handjob (MV33)

╰┈➤ Day 30 - Sexy Clothing (MW2)

╰┈➤ Day 31 - Uniform (KM20)

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csainzsgirly · 28 days ago

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cs55 - "Dime, princesa... have you ever been fucked properly?"

smut (18+) size kink, age gap (10 years)

The smokey, sweet taste of an old fashioned lingered on his tongue after the first gulp. The glass felt icy between his hot fingers in the hot club. Charles was bouncing back and forth to the music, three glasses of champagne down and sipping on a mojito as he was watched by his teammate with a small grin. Carlos liked parties every now and then, but celebrating a Ferrari win was always better when he was the one with the biggest trophy in his hands, when he was the one who stood on the top step op the podium, and when the Spanish anthem played first, followed up by the Italian. But Charles deserved this one. Carlos took another sip of his drink, finding the glass nearly being empty already. They had been chatting when they entered the club, but Charles had eyes for his girlfriend now only.

Alexandra nearly felt guilty, he could see it in her eyes as she looked at Carlos apologetically over Charles' shoulders while his fingers were curled around his waist like he didn't want to let go of her anymore. "Tu le laisses être la troisième roue du carrosse", Carlos caught a few words of what she said to her boyfriend, making Charles lazily look over at his teammate. "Il est assez beau pour se trouver une fille", he said, making Alexandra giggle before he left a teasing kiss on her shoulder, the two of them disappearing further between the dancing people. Carlos chuckled, not surprised they left him. He was still surrounded by the guys from his garage, who were filling their glasses with the huge bottle of champagne the club had brought to their table as a gift after their one-two.

Carlos made his way back to the bar, slipping onto one of the high chairs in front of it. "It's never fun being the two in the one-two, is it?" your sweet voice made him look up. His eyes quickly scanned you up and down, lingering on the teasing, glittery end of your dress, coated with tassels, that just finished beneath your ass. "It's still better than being third," he replied, watching you slide onto the chair next to him, legs crossing at your knees. "That's a lie," you laugh, the sound surprising him. He gets a good look at your face for the first time, eyes sparkling under the low lights of the club when you look back at him. "Second never feels good enough anyway," you say. It took him a minute, but he recognizes you now. You had caught his eyes after the show you gave with the other Dallas Cowboys cheerleaders.

You had bumped into him after the race, apologizing to him with a flirty smile and then congratulated him with his trophy. His eyes glide over your appearance again, this time no blue, cropped shirt and a small white jacket. No cowboy boots on your feet and no white shorts. The tassels on the end of your dress were teasing him again, and he was sure if the material would lift a little higher on your skin, he would discover what you had, or hadn't, underneath it. Your left knee was a little bruised, and without a though, his hand reached out to brush his fingers over it. You inhaled sharply at his warm touch, looking at his large hand that covered your knee. "You got this from the asphalt?" he asked. "Yeah, landing was a little rough," you replied. "It looked smooth," Carlos said.

"You looked better on the podium," you reply, making him chuckle. He flagged the bartender down to get the two of you a drink. It's your turn to look at him, at the blouse that was unbuttoned from the top, revealing a glimpse of his strong chest. The material pulled taut around his shoulders and his biceps, forearms exposed by his rolled up sleeves. His jeans fitted his thighs well, and your eyes darted between your petite form and the way he took up so much space. Carlos' eyes were still on you when you lifted yours back to his face. "I never introduced myself," he spoke up again, his hand extending towards you. You slip your hand into his, liking the way he repeated your name just to taste it on his tongue. "Your team's not here?" he asks, making you shake your hand and sip your cocktail. "Just some of them, but they're on the dance floor," you said. "I saw you and wanted to come and talk to you," you add.

A small grin curls his lips, his hands reaching for the chair you were sitting on, pulling you closer to him, between his thighs. "Hard to hear you over this music," Carlos covers up with a weak attempt. You're amused, he could see it on your face. He's endorsed by how pretty you are, feminine features drawing him in, you look young, but at the same time you're a woman, not a little girl. "I get it, you turned thirty, didn't you?" you tease, making him scoff and sip his drink, twirling a couple of tassels of your dress around his fingers. "Hearing problems, back aches, struggling joints..." you gnaw at your bottom lip as your nails following the seam of his jeans that runs from his knees to his upper thighs. "Cariño, actúas como si hubiera cumplido 70 años," he says, catching your hand in his. "We're ten years apart," you reply.

A flicker of hesitance moves over his face, as he didn't expect you to be that young. "Don't worry," you add, leaning forward a little, your glossy lips brushing over his ear. "I like doing good things for the elderly," you say, seeing his eyes darken when your hand reaches up to wipe the lipgloss from his ear. "Aren't you a funny little thing," Carlos replies, and he meant it. He liked the witty remarks, he liked your hand on his arm, he liked the teasing look in your eyes. You continued the conversation as if nothing had happened, as if you hadn't referred to anything, but you had him where you wanted him, with his mind trailing off and constantly thinking about what he could do with you. You moved even closer to each other, your legs slotted perfectly between his thighs. His cologne was intoxicating, just like your touch was to him when your nails tickled the skin of his chest his shirt left exposed.

You unlocked a new feeling of desire inside of him that made him want more, more, more. His fingers dancing over the inside of your knee wasn't sufficient anymore, the brush of your lips over his ears didn't fulfil anything anymore. The touch of your hands on his biceps was needed somewhere else. "Isn't it way past your bedtime?" he asked, and you swore you were so close together, you just had to tilt your head to kiss him. "Are you going to put me to bed, sir?" you hum, moving the hand on your thigh a little higher, letting him feel the damp lace of your thong. "Eres increible," Carlos says, pressing a kiss just beside your lips. "Come." He pushes his chair back and leaves some cash on the counter for the bartender, his hand on your lower back ushering you towards the exit. "My hotel is a block away," he says once you're outside.

Your heels click on the pavement, struggling to keep up with his long strides. Your hand on his arm stopped him, and he looked down at you with a question mark on his face. You tugged him down to smash your lips together, making him groan against your mouth. His hands slotted around your waist, and he chased after you when you pulled away. "Stop rushing," you say finally. Carlos steals another kiss from your lips. His fingers slip between yours, his steps less fast this time. The walk to his hotel and the elevator ride up to his floor was a blur, as his hands were everywhere, his mouth following the curve of your neck to the straps of your dress, barely able to find time to fish the key card of his room out of the back pocket of his jeans. "I want this off," you breathe, your fingers curling into the material of his shirt as soon as you're inside and the door falls into its lock behind you.

"Later," he promises, the next kiss sucking the oxygen out of your lungs. He plants you on the edge of the bed, getting on one knee and placing your foot on his propped up leg. His fingers pry with the small clasp of your heel, and you look down at him with slightly parted lips. This man. He continues with the other shoe, dropping them on the floor beside him. Carlos' hands briefly rub the sore soles of your feet before pressing a kiss to the inside of your ankle, getting up and towering over you again. You sink your knees into the carpet on the floor without question, working on the belt of his jeans and unbuttoning the denim. Your eyes flickered up to his, your heart was hammering in your chest as you unzip his jeans. He treats you to the slightest glimpse of his fit body, the v-lines tracing down his hips and dipping into his calvin klein boxers. You pull it down eagerly, watching his hard cock slap up against his lower abdomen.

You didn't miss the way he ran his fingers through his hair, leaning back slightly before watching you again. You keep looking at him while you slowly drop some saliva on his cock, your hand barely able to wrap around him fully to start stroking him. Carlos' eyes drop to your glossy lips, the most obscene images already travelling through his mind of the gloss smeared around the base of his cock, stickiness coating the skin around your lips. His hand finds the tight braid your hair is wrapped up in, making you yelp when he pulls your head slightly back. He groans as you take the tip between your lips, your tongue lapping at the underside as he slowly forces you down his cock. You gag at some point, unable to take him fully, but you don't pull back. Carlos' grip on your braid tightens, however he doesn't push you down hard. "That's it, baby," he grunts when you found a rhythm between the bobbing of your head and the movements of your hands.

He hears you gag, splutter and struggle and it feeds him, it feeds his ego as you moan around his cock, your thighs pressing together, desperate for some kind of relief. You pull back to gasp for air, nuzzling your cheek against his cock, and nearly came at the sight of your sweet eyes, your rosy cheeks and your red, bee-stung lips. "Carlos..." you whine, licking the side of his cock before feeling the weight of him on your tongue again. Your make-up was still in place, but your eyes were watering and your lipgloss was everywhere except on your lips. His abs tighten at the sound of your mouth taking him over and over again, and you gasped when he suddenly pulled you off his cock, a string of spit still connected. The tug on your braid told you he wanted you off the floor, and you sit on the bed again, looking up at him, awaiting till he'd say something. His thumb wipes away some of the mess around your lips. Carlos reaches for the buttons on his shirt, popping them out and shaking his arms out of the sleeves.

The matter-of-fact-striptease is not helping with the stress between your thighs, the stickiness of your pussy had already ruined your panties, and the heat barely became unbarable. His body looked as good, muscular, strong as you though it would be, with strong arms, broad shoulders that would devour you if he'd lean over you. Firm pecs, a strong back you'd rather sink your teeth and nails in. Right now. He stepped out of his jeans and underwear, kicking it aside before leaning over you as you'd imagine just seconds ago. "I want you to take that dress off. Can you do that for me?" he asks. "I want you to undress me," you reply, and a small grin curls his lips as he watches you lay back on the bed, stretching yourself out in a cat-like way that has even more blood flowing south. He catches your ankles, rushing you back to the end of the bed across the sheets, causing a giggle to escape from your mouth. His fingers find the small zipper of your dress on the side, zipping it down before grabbing the end and lifting it over your head.

You lean up on your elbows, only your panties covering you up. There's a glimmer of mischief in your eyes when you put your feet on his chest, pushing him away when he wants to grab your hips and rip the lace off you. Carlos' knees dig into the bed as he chases after you, stopping in his tracks when your slides down your stomach, disappearing into your thong. Your doe eyes stare up at him while two of your fingers start rubbing your clit, a soft whimper eliciting from your lips. You pout a little when he takes both of your hands in one of his and pins them above your head. His body hovers over you, nearly completely swallowing you, firm thighs between yours keeping your legs spread. "Dime, princesa... Have you ever been fucked properly?" his voice rasps. "Because I think the answer's no," he continues, letting go of your hands already, his fingers hooking into your panties and dragging them down your legs.

His words caused your breath to hitch in your throat. "I can't imagine boys your age can fuck you like you should be fucked," Carlos continues, his palm kneeding your inner thigh. "Tell me what you want," he says, tracing your pelvic bone, ignoring your throbbing clit and your soaking pussy that was clenching around nothing. "I want you to ruin me for any other man," you answer. Without a response, his head dips to capture one of your nipples between his lips, his fingertips finally dropping onto your clit and rubbing in firm cricles. Your head falls back with a sigh, a shiver running up your spine when his other palm explores more of your body, your stomach, your hips. He takes over completely, and you let him. Carlos' lips traces down the line of your stomach, his tongue replacing his fingers on your clit. His tongue strokes your pussy languidly before pushing inside you.

Your fingers sink into his hair, the precise way he flicked his tongue against you had you on the edge of an embarrasingly fast orgasm already, the stubble on his jaw and cheeks roughing up the skin of your thighs. It burned, but it hurt so good as his lips wrapped around your clit again, sucking it into his mouth before his tongue stroked between your folds again. Two of his fingers pushed past your entrance, spreading your pussy open for him, fingertips curling up and making your other hand clutch the sheets. Carlos looks up as you writhe against the duvet, moaning so prettily for him as he eats you out. "You taste so good," he growls, his mouth briefly lifting from your pussy to leave a playful mark of his teeth in your thighs. "Make me cum," you demand, pushing his head to your sopping cunt again. Carlos didn't protest as his hot mouth landed on your pussy again, licking, twirling and tongue-fucking you till you were a trembling mess.

Your walls squeeze his fingers that re-entered you, preparing him for how good you're going to feel around his cock. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuck," you curse, your stomach snapping and the coil in your abdomen releasing. He leaves a few teasing kittenlicks on your clit, knowing how sensitive you were, before lifting his head from between your thighs. His fingers grab your jaw, a rough kiss pressed to your lips. You leaned up on your elbows again, feeling hazed, nearly drunk as he went to grab a condom. You were still coming down from the orgasm he gave you, but the sight of him rolling the latex layer down his cock made you feel hot allover again. "Sure you can take me, little girl?" Carlos asks, a mocking tone to his voice that makes you feel even smaller beneath him. He sits on his knees between your thighs, his cock tapping against your pussy with a heavy thud.

He released a low grunt as he slowly drags his cock through your folds till his balls rest against your clit. His thumb presses into your stomach where the tip lays. His scent makes your head cloudly as you feel his lips on your cheek again, and you automatically parten yours to kiss him again, but the kiss never came. "That's where you're going to feel me," his voice had dropped an octave, his hand guiding himself to your pussy and slowly, but firmly entering you. The stretch was insane, the burn made your toes curl, and your eyes rolled back when he filled you to the brim. Carlos leaned back to watch you, his cock pulsing at the wild look in your eyes when you caught his eyes again. He gave you a little bit of time to adjust before he took your left leg, the one you're lifting during the kickline when you were dancing, splitting you with his cock. The angle caused him to hit you deeper, and he hadn't even moved yet.

"This pussy feels so damn good," he grunts, finally moving, thrusting in and out of you with a firm pace, holding you down and pressing you deeper into the mattress. Your slick and warm walls invite him to push in harder, unlocking something primal and raw inside him that had him roling his hips firmer into yours. You were taking it so well. Carlos grew addicted to the way your head was tilted back, your eyebrows furrowed together, red, bruised lips parted with a constant stream of his name and whimpers that had him twitching in your pussy. The tip of his fat cock bruised against your cervix, your moans becoming higher-pitched the harder he fucked you. His pace never quickened, but his rhythm changed, the smooth thrusts causing your stomach to tighten again. "Carlos... F-fuck," you whine, fingers curling around his forearms, nails digging into his skin. "My name sounds so pretty when you moan it, darling," he replies. You cum again the second his fingers land on your clit, the white-hot pleasure clouding your vision with black dots.

The muscles in your leg are relieved when he drops it, his cock still moving in and out of you through your orgasm. The temperature had risen by a thousand degrees in the room, the sheets beneath you were a mess, and so was his hair. The raven hair was sticking everywhere, a sheer layer of sweat visible on his forehead. "Wanna ride you," you say, pushing his chest. Carlos doesn't protest, letting you flip the two of you over. Your palms press into his pecs, your hips lifting slowly, sinking even slower. Your nails carve into his skin again as you feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein. He moans, looking at the point where his cock disappeared into your pussy. You slowly let him slip out of you, grabbing the base of his cock to fuck yourself on the tip, letting it hit your g-spot a couple of times before you sink down again, taking him fully. "You're so hot," he breathes, fingers digging into your hips when you start riding him faster. His hips meet yours, the rhythm causing a delicious heat to spread through your body again.

Your slick is coating your thighs, a sticky ring of your cream had formed on the condom at the base of his cock. His eyes flickered between your face and your pussy, watching the way your hips swivel, causing his balls to tighten and the pressure to build in his lower abdomen. Carlos sits up to twirl your braid around his hand, dragging you down with him and holding you against his chest while he takes over. You plant your hands on the pillows, but there's no way you could have braced yourself for your next orgasm. The all-consuming pleasure makes your thighs tremble and your knees shake, and all you can do is sit back and take it, strangled cries leaving you as you're so overstimulated, it hurts, but just like everything else that caused pain tonight, it hurt so good. He spills his seed into the condom, his teeth biting down onto your shoulder. You whine as he slips out of you, and you roll off him.

"Are you okay?" he asks, leaning up on one elbow to look down at you. "I'm perfect," you reply with a small smile, sitting up as he gets up to throw the condom away. You hadn't felt awkward with him all night, but now you either had to leave or stay the night. "You can shower and get some of my clothes to sleep in," Carlos said, stepping into a clean pair of briefs. "I can go back to my hotel, it's fine," you say, brushing him off and reaching for your underwear and your dress. He stops you quickly, kissing you in a way that makes you dizzy again. "We'll deal with the rest in the morning, it's past two. Stay," Carlos says.

He wakes up to an empty other side of the bed, but you had left a note for him on his nightstand, with a lipsticked-kiss on the paper.

Call me when you win in Mexico x

And a week later? He send you a picture of his trophy after he won the race.

I added a ticket to Brazil.

#cs #carlos sainz x reader smut #carlos sainz

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jude-duarte-wannabe · 2 months ago

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Hi hi!! This is a large order if you are up for it!

- Carrot cake, apple tart, & a chocolate chip cookie

- Coconut milk, and a (light/tipsy) Irish coffee

Could you get either Carlos or Alex (F1) to serve it please!

we can't be friends

order up!

hi lovely <3 thanks for the request, i do love a good friends to lovers story, your chosen prompts will be bolded.

pairing; carlos sainz jr x female reader

blurb; one too many drinks down the hatch and you decide to shoot your shot with your best friend who you've wanted for far too long.

warnings; dirty talking, drunk sex, choking, google translated spanish, soft sex turned rough, spitting, drunk makeout session, doggy style, hair pulling and creampie. [let me know if i missed anything!]

irish coffee; drunk sex coconut milk; friends to lovers carrot cake; "dirty girl" chocolate chip cookie; "did you just call me pretty boy" apple tart; "what do you mean you want me to choke you"

word count; 4.4k

currently playing; just friends by why don't we "i got tunnel vision, think it's time that i confessed, if i could just get my arms around you, baby, don't you say that we're just friends, when you know we could be lovers instead wanna give you a night you'll never forget"

“i never knew i could want you like this” carlos’s breath was hot against your neck as he nipped at the sensitive skin behind your ear.

you'd know carlos practically your whole life having grown up together since your families were super close, you'd watched eachother go through relationship after relationship each one a bigger disappointment than the last.

somewhere along the way you'd seen a different side of carlos when your date canceled and so you asked carlos to dinner instead, you saw him in a new light that night.

ever since there you'd had a thing for him, you'd craved his touch and yearned for him in a way that no one should ever yearn for their best friend.

you could feel your heart racing as carlos's lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, you tangled your fingers in his dark curls, pulling him closer.

"carlos," you breathed, barely able to any form coherent thoughts amongst the fog swirling in your brain. "we shouldn't..."

he pulled back slightly, his brown eyes searching yours. "do you want me to stop?"

you knew you should say yes after all this could ruin everything - your friendship, your families' relationship, but looking into his eyes, feeling the heat of his body pressed against yours, you couldn't bring yourself to push him away.

"no," you whispered. "don't stop."

a slow smile spread across his face as he leaned in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, all those years of pent-up longing and desire poured out as you kissed him back with equal fervor.

his hands roamed your body, gripped at your waist, pulling you closer by the second “do you really want to do this here” you giggled.

"maybe not" carlos murmured, his lips trailing down to your collarbone. "but i don't think i can wait much longer."

you shivered at his touch, your fingers tangling in his dark curls, the storage closet of the upbeat club you'd started your night in was cramped and dimly lit, the scent of cleaning supplies mingling with carlos's addictive cologne.

you knew that anyone including another driver or one of their girlfriends could walk in at any moment, but the thrill of possibly being caught in such a compromising position only heightened your desire.

"we shouldn't," you whispered halfheartedly, even as your body arched against his, desperate for his touch.

carlos's hand slid under your shirt, his fingertips tracing patterns on your bare skin. "tell me to stop," he challenged, his voice husky.

instead of responding, to him you captured his lips in a searing kiss, all thoughts of propriety flew from your mind as carlos pressed you against the shelves, his body hot and hard against yours.

“i don’t ever want you to stop but surely we can take this somewhere more private” you asked, holding up the key card to your hotel room “my hotel’s not far.. lets get out of this fucking club”

carlos's eyes darkened with desire as he saw the key card. "lead the way," he growled, reluctantly stepping back to let you open the door.

you peered out into the hallway, making sure the coast was clear before slipping out of the closet. carlos followed close behind, his hand resting possessively on the small of your back as you weaved through the crowded club.

the pulsing music and flashing lights seemed to fade into the background, your senses hyper-focused on carlos's touch and the electricity crackling between you.

as soon as you stepped outside, carlos hailed a taxi with impressive speed. the cool night air did little to temper the heat building between you.

in the backseat, carlos pulled you close so that you were practically straddling him, his lips finding yours in a heated kiss that left you breathless.

"how much farther?" he murmured against your neck.

"no clue, lets just enjoy this chico bonito"

carlos chuckled softly, his breath warm against your skin, his hands roamed down your back, pulling you even closer.

"did you just call me pretty boy" he asked in an amused tone, pulling your hips tighter against his own.

"why... do you like it" you asked, breath hot against his ear, fingers tugging at his hair ends.

"mmh, i like the sound of it" he purred, nipping gently at your earlobe, the taxi hit a bump, jostling you both.

you giggled, steadying yourself with hands on his broad shoulders, outside the window, streetlights blurred past in the darkness, the taxi driver seemed oblivious to your passionate embrace in the backseat.

carlos's fingers tangled in your hair as he guided your lips back to his, your kiss deepening, tongues dancing, as heat built between your bodies, you shifted your hips, grinding on carlo's lap which elicited a low groan from him.

"dios mío," he breathed. "you're driving me crazy, mi amor."

you smiled wickedly, trailing kisses along his jaw. "you should call me that more often" you suggested, hands beginning to trail down his chest, pulling him even closer by the fabric of his shirt.

carlos chuckled, his breath hot against your ear. "mi amor," he whispered, voice husky with desire. "mi vida, mi corazón." his hands roamed your back, fingers tracing patterns that sent shivers zapping up ans down your spine.

you nipped at his earlobe, reveling in the way his body tensed beneath you. "keep talking," you murmured and he obliged, a stream of spanish endearments falling from his lips as your fingers snuck beneath the fabric of his button down, seeking out his warm skin.

"easy..." carlos hissed, gripping your wrist in between his fingers "let's not undress in front of the taxi driver now" he chuckled, the sound of it almost made you moan.

you reluctantly withdrew your hands, fingers grazing along his skin with a featherlight touch, but you couldn't however resist pressing a heated kisses to skin of his neck.

carlos groaned softly, his fingers gripping waist, the taxi lurched to a stop and the driver banged on the partition window, carlos reached for his wallet, lifting his hips which caused his crotch to press against your core as he retrieved it from his back pocket.

he practically threw some bills at the driver before pulling you out of the taxi and onto the sidewalk, the cool night air did little to calm the fire burning beneath your skin or the deep rooted desire you felt for your best friend.

you managed to remain composed making your way through the lobby and into the elevator, where carlos nipped and nibbled at the skin of neck.

carlos tugged you close, his lips finding yours in a desperate kiss as you fumbled with the hotel key card, you pushed him against the door, drinking in his gasps and sighs like they were a drug that you needed to survive.

"dios mío," he breathed as the lock finally clicked open, the two of you tumbled inside, hands roaming and clothes flying, landing in different corners of the room to be forgotten, carlos lifted you easily, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the bed

he laid you down, dark eyes roving over your form and with a burning desire simmering beneath his skin, his hand skimmed up your body, roaming over your soft form with featherlight touches.

your breath hitched as his fingers danced across your skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake, carlos leaned down, his lips brushing against your neck, hot and insistent as you arched against him, a soft moan escaping your lips.

"hermosa," he murmured against your skin, his voice low and husky with need, his hand tangled in your hair, tugging gently to expose more of your neck to his hungry mouth.

you ran your fingers down his back, feeling the muscles ripple beneath your touch as carlos's lips found yours in a searing kiss, tongues tangling as passion consumed you both.

your bodies pressed together, skin on skin, the heat between you building, he pulled back slightly, dark eyes meeting yours, filled with a mix of desire and something deeper, more tender.

"how could i never see you... right in front of me too" carlos mumbled, thumb running over your cheek gently "what do you mean" you questioned.

carlos let out a soft chuckle, his breath warm against your skin. "all this time, i thought we were just friends, but now..." his voice trailed off as he leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours.

your heart raced, pulse pounding in your ears as you gazed into his soft soulful brown eyes, eyes that you loved so dearly "now what?" you whispered, barely able to form the words.

his hand slid to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair. "now i see you, really see you and i can't believe i was so blind before."

you closed your eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. "carlos, i-"

but before you could finish, his lips were on yours, soft yet urgent, the kiss deepened, years of unspoken longing pouring out between you. when you finally broke apart, breathless.

carlos cupped your face in his hands, fingers tracing down to your jaw. "i mean, we've been friends for so long and i-" he trailed off, unsure of if he should say what was on his mind.

your heart raced at his words, hardly daring to believe that he could possibly be about to confess that he loved you like you loved him. "carlos... mi sol, what are you thinking?" you whispered.

carlos's dark eyes met yours, filled with a mixture of hope and uncertainty as he took a shaky breath, his hands still cradling your face with a gentleness only he had ever shown you.

"i... i don't know how to say this without risking everything we have," he murmured, his thumb gently stroking your cheek.

you leaned into his touch, your own hands coming up to rest on his wrists. "you can tell me anything, carlito, you know that."

he nodded, swallowing hard. "the thing is, i... i think i'm in love with you, no, i know i am and i have been for a long time and i can't keep pretending that i don't feel this way anymore."

your breath caught in your throat, joy blooming in your chest as you shivered at his confession, you'd harbored secret feelings for carlos for years, never imagining he might reciprocate.

"carlito" you breathed, a smile spreading across your face. "i love you too, i've been waiting to hear say you loved me for years... your everything to me.. mi alma, mi amado... mi vida"

carlos listened to the words spilling from your lips intently, his heart practically leaping into his throat, he had to be hearing things, this had to be some kind of dream.

hearing you say that you'd longed after him for years.. his childhood best friend.. in love with him for years and he had never noticed.. how stupid could he be.

for a good few seconds, carlos was speechless and unsure of what to say, his mind still trying to catch up and comprehend what he had just heard, his hands that cupped your cheeks pulled your face closer.

"mi vida" he mumbled "your life" the way he'd worded himself sounded like a question and while you weren't sure, you still answered.

"mi vida.. my life, i live for you carlito" you confirmed, carlos’s heart raced, he had a whirlwind of emotions swirling inside him, he had spent years not seeing what was right in front of him, and now it felt like everything had shifted in an instant.

his eyes searched your own, wanting to find the truth, the depth of what you were saying. “you... you really mean that?” his voice was barely above a whisper, as if he was afraid to shatter the moment that had been created between you both.

“i do” you replied “i’ve tried to hide it but it’s always been you, carlito. always.”

carlos took a deep breath, trying to steady himself as all of the memories flooded back—every shared secret, every late-night laugh, and every moment that you'd ever shared together, how could he have been so blind.

with a gentle pull, he leaned closer, his forehead resting against yours. “i’ve been so stupid,” he admitted, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “i should have known., i’ve felt it too, you know, i just didn’t want to ruin what we had.”

you felt a warmth bloom in your chest at his confession, in that moment, everything around you faded—the distant sounds of the city, the buzzing of life outside, even the weight of uncertainty.

all that mattered was him, and the soft intensity of his soulful brown eyes drawing you in.

“carlos,” you murmured, your heart thudding against your ribs, no answer came from him and soon a silence stretched between you, heavy with anticipation.

slowly, almost hesitantly, carlos closed the distance between you both, his lips brushing against yours, it was a tentative kiss at first, much unlike your previous ones, a gentle exploration of what had long been buried beneath years of friendship.

he soon deepened the kiss and you felt yourself dissolve into the warmth of his embrace, your hands wound their way into his hair tugging on the locks softly as he slipped his tongue past your parted lips with eagerness.

a soft moan escaped you as his tongue explored your mouth, sending shivers zapping up your spine as his hands roamed your body, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

you pressed yourself closer, craving more of carlos's intoxicating touch, the world around you seemed to fade away until all that existed was the two of you, lost in the moment.

his lips left yours to blaze a path along your jaw and neck, you tilted your head, offering better access as he nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin.

your breath came in short gasps, and desire coursed through your veins.

"we should stop," you whispered half-heartedly, as your body arched into his, carlos pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire as they met yours. "do you really want to?" he asked, his voice husky.

"don't you dare stop" you whimpered, desire taking over any rational thought left in your mind as you stuck out your tongue, asking him with eyes for something you'd never let anyone else ever do.

carlos understood what you wanted, fingers gripping your face "dirty girl" he murmured but the smirk currently decorating his handsome features told you he loved it as he spat into your mouth and you then swallowed with eagerness.

a shiver ran through your body as you savored the taste, your eyes locked onto carlos's intense gaze as his grip on your face tightened, fingers digging into your skin as he leaned in close, his hot breath ghosting over your ear.

"you want more, don't you?" he whispered, his voice low and husky, you nodded frantically, beyond words at this point.

carlos chuckled darkly, trailing his free hand down your neck and across your collarbone. "such a greedy little thing, i wonder just how far you'll let me go?"

you gasped, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through you at the thought that appeared in your mind, this was uncharted territory for you but there was no one you trusted more than carlos and no one you wanted to explore this idea with more than him.

"further than you might think.." you murmured, bringing his large hand up and laying it against your throat "i want you to choke me" you asked and he stilled, not moving an inch.

"what do you mean you want me to choke you" carlos asked in a flabbergasted tone, surprised that you would ask such a thing but not at all against it.

you smiled softly, a mixture of shyness and desire flickering across your face. "i mean exactly what i said," you whispered, pressing his hand more firmly against your neck. "i trust you, carlito, i want to feel how strong you are"

carlos hesitated, his dark eyes searching yours, you could see the conflict within him - the desire to please you warring with his innate protectiveness over you, one that had been present your whole lives.

"i don't want to hurt you," he said softly, his thumb caressing your jawline.

"you won't" you assured him, your pulse quickening beneath his touch. "i'll tell you if it's too much, please, i need this, i need you mi vida" you begged, your tone was almost pitiful.

something in your voice must have convinced him because you saw the moment his resolve crumbled and his grip tightened ever so slightly, a thrill running through your body. "if you're sure," he murmured.

carlos's fingers flexed experimentally against your throat, his touch both gentle and firm at the same time, you felt your breath catch, a delicious tension coiling in your belly.

"like this?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

you nodded, unable to speak as the pressure increased bit by bit, each time more pleasurable than the last, your eyes fluttered closed, savoring the heady mix of vulnerability and arousal.

carlos's free hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb tracing your parted lips.

"open your eyes," he commanded softly. "i need to see you." his voice was almost a whimper, a sound which would drive you crazy by the end of the night if kept hearing it and so you obeyed, meeting his intense gaze.

the raw desire you saw there made you shiver as carlos leaned in, his breath hot against your ear.

"tell me if it's too much," he whispered before capturing your lips in a searing kiss, one that if his hand was not currently wrapped around your throat would have left you completely breathless.

your leg hooked around his waist, pulling his crotch tighter against yours in the mix of your passionate embrace.

carlos groaned against your mouth, his hips grinding against yours in response, the friction sent sparks of pleasure coursing through your body.

his hand at your throat tightened ever so slightly, the pressure intoxicating, you broke the kiss, gasping for air. "more," you pleaded, your voice husky with desire.

his dark eyes blazed as he looked at you, pupils blown wide with lust and then without warning, he spun you around so you rested on all fours, his crotch pressing against ass as he tugged on your hair to whisper against your ear.

"is this what you want?" he growled, his hand sliding down your side to grip your hip possessively to which you could only whimper in response, overcome by the sensations he was awakening in you.

"answer me," he demanded, his voice rough with desire, his fingers dug into your flesh, sure to leave marks and while you didn't know in the moment, he would kiss them better later, angry at himself for having hurt you.

you gasped, struggling to form words as heat pooled in your core. "y-yes," you finally managed to stammer. "please carlito.."

carlos chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "such a needy little thing," he murmured, his lips brushing against your neck.

his free hand snaked around to caress your stomach, inching lower with agonizing slowness.

you arched into his touch, desperate for more and he responded by grinding against you, his hardness evident through the layers of clothing still separating you.

a moan escaped your lips as carlos nipped at your earlobe. "i'm going to make you scream my name," he promised, his fingers finally reaching their destination.

your breathing hitched as carlos's skilled fingers teased you, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body, you clutched at the bed sheets beneath you, arms and legs becoming unstable.

"please," you whimpered, beyond caring how needy you sounded.

carlos chuckled darkly, his lips trailing down your neck. "so impatient," he murmured against your flushed skin, he pulled back slightly, his intense gaze meeting yours over your shoulder as his fingers continued their torturous ministrations.

you squirmed beneath him, desperate for more friction. "tell me what you want," carlos commanded, his voice husky with desire.

"you," you gasped. "i want you. all of you." a wicked grin spread across his face. "as you wish”

carlos's fingers finally relented, drawing a frustrated whine from your lips but your disappointment was short-lived as you felt him shift behind you, his muscular body pressing against yours.

his lips found your ear, hot breath sending shivers down your spine as he whispered "are you ready for me, mi amor?"

you nodded frantically, words failing you as anticipation coiled tightly in your core, with agonizing slowness, carlos moved aside the thin soaked fabric of your panties and began to enter you, stretching and filling you exquisitely.

you moaned, low and needy, as he bottomed out, your bodies flush against each other.

"so perfect," carlos groaned, his hips beginning a steady rhythm that had you seeing stars, the only sounds that could be heard within the walls of your hotel room being; the shared moans and gasps that escaped you both, the clapping of his hips against your ass as he pounded into like a rabbit experiencing his first heat and the sticky sound of your arousal.

you pushed back against him, matching his movements and chasing your pleasure.

carlos gripped your hips tighter, his fingers digging into your flesh as he increased his pace, the headboard banging rhythmically against the wall, only adding to the symphony of passion.

you buried your face in the pillow, muffling your cries of ecstasy as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

"god, you feel amazing," carlos panted, his voice husky with desire, he leaned forward, pressing his chest against your back and nipped at your earlobe "fucking made for mi vida"

the change in angle sent sparks of electricity through your body and you shuddered beneath him.

your fingers clutched desperately at the sheets, your knuckles began to turn white as you gripped tighter, a moan escaped your lips, the sound muffled by the pillow beneath you.

carlos's hot breath ghosted across your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "that's it, mi amor," he growled, his hips snapping forward with increased fervor. "let me hear you."

you turned your head, gasping for air as the pleasure built within you, carlos's hand slid down your side, fingers digging into your hip as he pulled you back against him.

the room filled with the sounds of skin on skin, heavy breathing, and desperate whimpers.

"carlos," you breathed, your voice wavering with each thrust. "i'm close... so close..."

he groaned in response, his movements becoming more erratic. "come for me, cariño," he commanded, his lips brushing against your shoulder.

your body tensed as waves of pleasure washed over you, carlos's name escaping your lips in a breathless moan, he held you tightly as you shuddered against him, climax hitting your harder than it ever had before.

you collapsed against the bed, carlos's hips still smacking against your own as he chased the release he so desired.

carlos's pace became more erratic, his breathing ragged as he neared his own peak, fingers digging into your hips, holding you steady as he thrust deeper.

you whimpered softly, oversensitive but reveling in his passion, you clenched around him and carlos's release soon followed, painting your inner walls white with his cum, as a guttural groan escaped him.

carlos had finally found his release, his body tensing as he pulsed inside you, he collapsed beside you, both of you panting heavily.

as your breathing slowed, carlos pulled you close, nuzzling into your neck, his lips brushing agaisnt your skin as he murmured words of affection.

you smiled, feeling sated and cherished in his arms, your fingers traced lazy patterns on his chest as you basked in the afterglow of you lovemaking together.

as your breathing slowly returned to normal, carlos peppered soft kisses along your neck and collarbone. "te amo," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

you turned to face him, drinking in the sight of his flushed cheeks and tousled hair.

"i love you too," you whispered back, tracing your fingers along his jawline, carlos pulled you closer, nuzzling into your hair, the gentle rise and fall of his chest lulled you into a peaceful contentment.

"that was fucking incredible" you breathed and carlos chuckled softly, the vibrations rumbling through his chest. "you're incredible," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear.

a pleasant shiver ran down your spine as you nestled closer, relishing the warmth of his body against yours, your fingers lazily traced patterns on his skin, mapping the contours of his muscles beneath.

"i never want this moment to end," you sighed, your eyes fluttering closed, carlos's hand found yours, intertwining your fingers. "then let's make it last," he said, his voice low and husky.

he tilted your chin up, capturing your lips in a slow, sensual kiss that made your toes curl, as you melted into the kiss, the world around you faded away, there was only carlos, his touch, his scent, the taste of his lips.

“it’s official you know” you giggled lightly when the kiss finally broke

"what's official?" carlos asked, his eyes dancing with amusement as he gazed at you.

you propped yourself up on one elbow, a mischievous grin playing on your lips. "that we can’t be friends anymore because you've ruined me for anyone else, no one could ever compare to you carlito."

carlos's expression softened, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. "good," he said, his thumb gently caressing your skin. "because i don't plan on letting you go, ever."

your heart swelled with emotion and you leaned in to press a tender kiss to his lips, as you pulled back, carlos's eyes roamed your face, drinking in every detail as if committing it to memory.

“you've changed everything" carlos whispered, his voice filled with wonder. "i never knew i could feel this way."

you felt a warmth bloom in your chest at his words. "me neither," you admitted softly “my feelings for you were always the same until i saw you in different light”

you giggled at the thought “look at us, two childhood friends.. falling in love” carlos pulled you closer as his arm tightened around you, pulling you flush against him.

the heat of his skin against yours sent a delicious tingle through your body, you could feel his heart beating steadily beneath your palm, a soothing rhythm that matched your own and hopefully it would continue to match yours forever.

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ln4bub · 5 months ago

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Prompt 5 + 16 with Carlos Sainz

A/N Carlos brain rot, trying to stay awake so I thought I'd write this to get the cogs turning. Not a big fan of this, but oh well

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It was always a blessing to be able to attend the Ferrari gala, but it was even more of a blessing to admire Carlos in that damn suit. Tailored to perfection, highlighting every muscle of his body, and the yellow logo reminding everyone at the gala of his importance. He walked with confidence, proud to have you on his arm, draped in a Ferrari red gown, a brand new necklace sitting between your breasts.

Carlos always loved giving you gifts, tokens of his appreciation for you, and this one was beautiful; but it was drawing unwanted attention. You could see the way Carlos' jaw clenched and his nostrils flared every time his teammate's eyes flicked down to your chest, lingering longer than if he were simply staring at the necklace.

You seize the opportunity, leaning against the table to squeeze your cleavage together, smirking as Carlos fumes beside you. Charles' eyebrows raise and his cheeks flush at the sight of your tits practically spilling out of your dress. His eyes flicker to Carlos', dark with anger and glinting with warning. 'I dare you', is what they say to Charles, and he's not willing to take that dare, not yet. He scurries away, leaving you to feel proud of yourself as Carlos seethes with anger.

He slips his phone into his pocket as he moves to the other side of the table, towering over you. He grasps your chin between his index finger and thumb, forcing you to look at him.

"Now, mi vida, that was not nice of you, letting poor Charlie look at something he'll never get to touch. A woman as beautiful as you is not something to tease a man with." He tells you, voice low and raspy with lust. "I think you need to be taught a lesson, don't you agree?" Carlos asks, tilting his head, giving you a mock sense of control of your punishment.

You lean in to your boyfriend, smiling as his scent fills your nostrils, "Si papi," you whisper. You smirk as he swallows thickly. Carlos moves faster than you can comprehend, guiding you away from the gala, towards the bathroom. "That's it!" He rasps angrily, "Such a whore aren't you?" He mutters in your ear, practically carrying you out as you struggle to keep up with his strides.

"You won't be able to walk after I'm done." Carlos practically growls, dragging you into the luxurious bathroom, locking the door behind you. You don't notice the presence of another person in the room, and to be completely honest, even if you did you wouldn't have cared, aching for Carlos at this point. Carlos slams his lips against yours, your tongues clashing as he kisses you filthily. You whine against his mouth, submitting to the dominance he's showing over you.

Your knees practically buckle when he nibbles your bottom lip, pecking the newly tender skin. Your back hits the cold of the sink as Carlos moves the two of you backwards, "Want everyone at this fucking gala to know who you belong to." He mutters against the skin of your neck. His lips seal themselves over your pulse point, the scrape of his teeth sending shivers down your body. You arch into him, relishing the way his large hands encompass your hips before pushing them back against the cold marble sink.

He pulls his head away from your neck, your eyes catching sight of the newly purple mark forming on your skin. Carlos moves to lift the base of your dress up over your ass, groaning at the sight of your glistening wetness. “You flirted with my teammate with nothing underneath your dress.” He sighs with a shake of his head, “Such a filthy slut, todo mio aunque.”

He spreads your legs with a push of his hand on your inner thigh, sliding the fingers of that same hand through your wetness. "Want a taste?" You hear him mutter. Peering at him in the mirror you see that his eyes seem to be fixated on the corner of the bathroom. Glancing over there yourself, you see a hungry-eyed Charles Leclerc, biting his lip at the thought of tasting you.

"Come on Carlos, you already know the answer to that." Charles responds, irritating his teammate further. Carlos beckons him forward with those same fingers, shining under the lights of the bathroom. The two stare each other down, tension swirling around the three of you as you turn your eyes back to the mirror. Carlos swipes his fingers over Charles' lips, his teammate's mouth parting slightly at the intrusion before his tongue peeks out to clean your juices off them.

You whimper into the thick silence of the room, "Carlos, por favor, do something." Your boyfriend relishes in the sound of your shy begging, for him, no-one else. Not his teammate, not the golden boy of the team, him. "Anything for you mi vida," Carlos mutters, returning to his position behind you. Charles' eyes meet yours in the mirror, a soft smirk painted on his face as his tongue licks at the corner of his mouth.

Carlos slides his hands around your stomach, gliding them up to cup at your tits. A wave of pleasure floods over you as his deft fingers pinch your nipples, causing them to become visible through the silky fabric of your dress. Charles' eyes flit down to your chest once more, admiring the way your tits morph to fit Carlos' large hands. Hands which move to pull down the neckline of your dress, causing your breasts to spill out.

You hear a heavy sigh leave Charles' mouth at the sight of your bare breasts, a subsequent chuckle leaving Carlos'. He smiles at you through the mirror before you hear the unzipping of his fly, anticipation sending goosebumps over your skin. You feel the head of Carlos' thick cock swipe through your folds, applying pressure against you as you spread your legs wider for him.

Carlos slides himself inside you, groaning as your tight, warm walls envelope him. You bite your lip at the intrusion, hand moving to cover the throaty moan threatening to escape your lips. Carlos encases your hand in his, gently thrusting as he pulls it away from your mouth.

"Don't cover your mouth, I want to hear you. I want Charlie to hear you, to hear how desperate you are for me." He tells you, grinding his cock against that spot inside you, the one that makes your eyelids flutter and walls clench. Carlos wastes no time setting a brutal pace, his hands protecting your hips from slamming against the basin. Soft moans and groans leave both of your lips as you melt into one another.

A tug at your hair and a deep growl remind you of the observer lurking in the room. Your eyes meet Charles' with a smile, his own eyes practically black with lust. You can just about make out the movement of his right arm, matching the rhythm of Carlos' hips. You clench harder against Carlos, causing him to moan against the skin of your neck. "Knew this would turn you on, my little whore." He murmurs, scraping his teeth against you.

"I'm gonna cum Carlos, please." You manage to utter, your eyes never leaving his teammate's as Carlos' fingers make contact with your pulsing clit. The friction he adds makes you explode around him, walls throbbing around his cock as you feel the flood between your legs. Carlos peeks up from his spot buried in your neck, stealing Charles' eye contact as he finishes deep inside you. Charles' brow furrows as he too crosses the line, dripping his cum over his fist.

Heavy breaths fill the room, the three of you suffocating in the tension that surrounds you until Carlos breaks the silence. "She's mine, look all you want Charles, but never forget that she's mine." Charles nods curtly, wiping his hand clean before exiting the bathroom.

How could he forget who you belong to, not with the golden 55 pendant hanging on your neck for the world to see.

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acotare · 1 year ago

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Carlos Sainz nsfw

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Carlos understands that he has a lot of stamina and a lot of libido, after any form of sex he will always firstly want to completely take care of you with fetching a glass of water and if need be filling the bath to comfort any muscles. This is of course followed with lots of cuddles and pillow talk.

Carlos is a massive fan of pillow talk and finds your soft tired voice soothing and the most cute thing he swears he has ever heard.

Carlos makes sure that you know that you are loved especially with any degradation and ensures that you receive a lot of praise later over how good you had been for him.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Carlos was defiantly a boob guy over ass, nothing pleased him more than a plunging neck where he could see your curve of your breast.

he doesn’t care weather they are big or small either, bog boobs mean that he has more room to kiss and enjoy with him enjoying using them as pillows after a long day and loves smothering himself in them. Small boobs he enjoys just as much with him loving how they fit in the palm of his hand with him being able to take photos with his hands replacing your bra, he’s obsessed with the way they fit your body perfectly and if you ever say any negative comment about them he will show you just how much he loves them

his favourite body part on himself is his hair, he takes a lot of pride in how he cares for it using your conditioner and hair masks, he also really loves his post sex hair where he can see how much you have tugged at it and brushed your hands through it whilst screaming out his name.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

carlos is a very generous lover with him wanting you to cum at least 3 times every time, he loves right after he finishes into you when your legs are quivering he will see our body try and push out his cum he will make sure to get his fingers and push it back in ignoring the way you try and flinch away from his fingers to sensitive for it

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he enjoys if you have been teasing him punishing you by making you do all the work, he will only let you ride him where he can lie down and watch your breasts jump about for him and gets the perfect view of your face as it scrunches up in pleasure while he gets to lie there and acts completely unaffected

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he is definitely experienced with him being able to get you to cum within 5 minutes if need be, he is practised at knowing what things drive a woman crazy and knowing exactly how to turn you on without trying he doesn't mind if you don't have much as he is more than delighted to show and teach you everything from how to suck his cock to being able to sit still cock warming him he loves how innocent you are with him being your firsts being a kink to him

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

carlos loves any position and frequently changes it up his favourite being depended on his mood, if he feels like a soft loving day he loves missionary with him being able to kiss you and have the more personal touch, on days where he wants to be a bit more rough he will go doggy with him giving your ass a slap anytime you don’t answer right away to him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he can definitely be a little goofy especially in the leadup with him giving you his renandation of a magic mike routine and pulling a muscle

he tends to however be quite serious with him wanting to be able to read you and your body language well the goofy ness can come in the aftercare

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

carlos is not a fan of being completely bare down there with him being a naturally hairy guy that includes the downstairs he hates shaving for the itchiness and rathers just keeping it a close trim.

he does not care either how you look he prefers some hair as he finds it sexy but whatever you like is best

you once refused to have sex with him because you had not shaved for a while and whilst he respected your descion he made sure to tell you how little he cared and found it more sexy safe to say he has fucked you more times than ever after that conversation

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect

he is very romantic in the moment with him wanting to show you how much love he loves you especially on days he can tell your not felling yourself or on anniversaries or special occasions.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

carlos has a high libido and due to his job can find himself miles and miles away so often find himselves jacking off in spare moments, he always lets you know to see if you want to join in the fun with him and quite a number of times phone sex full of breathy moans and whispered demands occurs

he has a secret folder on his phone dedicated to pictures of you mid sex moments where carlos had pulled his camera out and took a photo knowing he would manage to instantly get hard even thinking about the photos

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

carlos has a lot of things that he is interested in and his favourite activity is introducing you to them all and seeing what ones you enjoy, he always loves praising you and spanking you if a punishment is needed or for you to remind you of who is boss

he loves teasing you in public and turning you on via stretching his back out or playing with his hair, he loves seeing the way you bite your lip and rub your thighs together even though you don't notice you are doing it

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

anywhere and everywhere

in cars he loves pulling you onto the driving side for a quick ride

in showers he loves to slam you against a wall and watch the water fall down your skin and wash away the sweat and cum

in his driving room a well known fact he loves fucking you and you have both scarred lando and charles multiple times from the noise of your moans

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

seeing you turns him on but specifically he loves seeing your hard nipples poke through your shirt or swimsuit and can not tear his eyes away from when they pop out to say hello

he loves when you get needy or start whispering in his ear about what you want from him

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he would never do anything where you are directly in pain spanking he can do and even enjoys but anything where he is hurting you a lot is a no go and will make sure you know your safe word at every moment and know that you can use it without having to explain yourself or feel upset or embarrassed about it

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he is a giver more than a receiver

he loves pleasuring you and would happily die between your thighs he has had you lie on your back and over stim you that way but also on a wall and his personal favourite you riding his tongue having your legs clamp his head whilst you scream

he loves having you on your thighs looking up at him with your eyes but will always choose to pleasure you more than you to him

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

it depends on the reason for having sex a normal time he does both and asks what you want that time, for after a fancy meal he will choose to have slow and have lots of eye contact but on days you want it rough he will happily appeal to your demands of harder and deeper

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he does enjoy them and you two frequently have them but he does enjoy having enough time to properly take care of you without the stress of running out of time and leaving you out all high and not so dry

he does have a history however of shoving you into a cupboard and having his way or even in charles house in his bathroom

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.

he is not a massive fan of risky places where you could get caught because of his job and the photos that would be taken but he does love the slight adrenaline rush it gives and loves a car to fuck in because of it

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

hes an athlete he can go all day every day you are the one who begs him to take a break who seems to always have a round 5 on his mind

he lasts normally a long time with the ability to hold of his orgasm until you have had yours but after a race he will not last as long and has came in his pants after seeing you in lingerie on his bed when he came home

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?

you have a couple of toys such as a vibrator and a dildo and when carlos had accidently found them he was overjoyed and used them on you

he bought some as well and uses them to help pleasure you even more

the both of you have a box under the bed with them all which carlos goes into a lot to find something fun to mess around with

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he loves to tease you and lives for winding you up throughout the day

he does everything to turn you on using all your weaknesses he knows off to get you to a begging point and even in bed will continue to tease you with holding back orgasms and then making you cum three times in a row after

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he is a grunter more

he loves dirty talk and whispers filthy phrases in different languages in your ear just to hear you moan

he has a personal contest with himself to see how load he can make you moan and how fast (he keeps notes of them)

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

carlos really loves the thought of a threesome with his teammate charles he wants nothing more than for you to be shared and receive double the amount of attention and praise

he also loves you modelling lingerie for him you were once in a fashion shoot and got lingerie from the company and carlos made you try on the entire box for him whilst he took pictures and cheered you on

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he has a lot of hair which he keeps fairly trimmed he is above average sitting at a nice 7 inches and has a nice girth to him

it takes time for you to be able to take him with no pain and he does have to stretch you most days to make sure its as pleasurable as possible

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

he has a high libido and makes it well known to you, he loves watching you blush when he whispers that he needs you especially in public

more times than you can count he’s dragged you off for another round with you two being unable to get up from bed some days with the amount of sex you are having

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he falls asleep after you every time he loves pillow talk and will never miss a moment, he loves watching as you talk gets more slurred and you fight to keep your eyes open he will drag you into his arms and let you sleep praising and kissing over what a good girl you have been for him

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Carlos and how he deals with his brats (except Lando is a brat and her punishment is all his fault)

Carlando x reader

warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, cockwarming, dom carlos, bratty lando, use of good girl and bad girl, use of handcuffs

She sat on Lando's lap, tears on her cheeks as she kept her arms around his head and her head was against her shoulder as she looked at Carlos sat beside them. "Carlos, please," she whimpered.

Lando's cock was nestled inside of her, but neither of them were allowed to move. They had been given incredibly strict rules, and Carlos sat with them to make sure they didn't break them. That was how they got into this mess in the first place.

Carlos paid them no attention. He sipped his drink, staring forward at the tv they were watching. His girl was suffering, yes, but she had been bad. And bad girls get punished.

Lando had been bad too. That was why he was sat there, his cock unmoving inside of her. He wasn't allowed to move inside of her.

Lando twitched and she cried against his shoulder. "Please, please, please, please," she whispered, moving her hips slightly.

A swat landed on her ass and she jumped. That was all the movement she was going to get when Lando gripped her hips tightly. He was enjoying their punishment, and that was clear. She fucking hated him for that.

Because it was his fault. It was all his fault. Not hers. She was Carlos's good girl. She was always Carlos's good girl. It was Lando who was bad, not her.

He was the one who had picked her up and carried her to the bed. He was the one who had placed her down and pulled off her clothes. He was the one who had dug his tongue into her folds and had her shaking beneath him. She had tried to stop him, tried to remind him of the rules Carlos had set out for them, but Lando didn't care.

She stopped reminding him of Carlos when he pushed his cock inside of her. She pulled in a sharp intake of breath, all of the thoughts of the rules leaving her mind.

Carlos just so happened to open the apartment door to hear her moans and cried as her nails raked down Lando's back. He marched to the bedroom that they all shared and threw open the door.

"That's it," Lando grunted as he fucked her into their super king size mattress. "Who's making you scream like this?"

"You," she moaned.

"Who?" He pushed, his thrusts slowing down. He was close, Carlos could tell as he watched.

"Lando!" She cried.

That was enough for Carlos. He grabbed a hold of Lando and pulled him away. She whined at the loss of contact, reaching for something. But then her eyes opened and she saw Carlos standing there. "Oh no," she squeaked.

That was how they got to where they are now. "Carlos," she whispered, reaching for him.

Finally he looked at her. He grabbed her chin and pulled her closer to him. But he didn't kiss her, and didn't pull off of Lando's cock. "What is it, mi amor?"

She closed her eyes and cried to get closer to him, but Lando's grip on her was far too tight. "Please," she whispered, her eyes pleading. "Please."

"You were bad. My good girl was bad," he said and gave her a chaste kiss.

It wasn't enough, not for her. When he stood up for just a second, she turned to Lando. "Lan, please tell him it's your fault. Tell him that I was reminding you of the rules."

"What, and take the punishment alone? No way," he said and kissed her head.

Carlos kept them there until the end of the movie that they were watching. As soon as they allowed them up, she climbed off of Lando's dick and threw herself in Carlos's arms. "I'm sorry," she said as she tucked herself against his side. "I'll never be bad again."

"I know, my good girl," Carlos said and kissed the top of her head. He snapped his attention to Lando.

Where she was his good girl, Lando was his brat. Carlos knew that Lando heard him walk into the bedroom earlier. He knew that Lando had chosen the words carefully as soon as he heard the door open. He had said something that would get Carlos riled up and Carlos knew it.

But Carlos could be forgiving. He'd given them both a punishment and she had immediately run to his side. But Lando hadn't seemed affected by the punishment. In fact, he'd seemed to enjoy it.

"Fine," said Carlos as he stood up. "Strip, the both of you."

She did exactly as he asked as Carlos walked into the bedroom. Lando, though, he just sat there. "Lan!" She hissed as she threw her clothes to the side. "Please, I don't want to be punished again."

"Don't worry, mi amor," said Carlos as he strode back into the room. He gave Lando a look and he began pulling off his clothes.

As soon as he was naked, Carlos pulled Lando to his feet. He held his hands behind his back, handcuffed them together, and sat him back on the sofa. "You're gonna sit and watch while I fuck her," he said. Behind him she sucked in a sharp breath. "And you're not going to touch yourself."

As if to make his point, Carlos reached down and touched him briefly. Lando couldn't stop the whine that left his lips.

But Carlos stood and walked away from him. He walked over to his good girl and sat on the couch beside her, pulling her into his lap. Immediately she pressed her lips against his and her hands in his hair, tugging at the dark strands.

A groan left Carlos's throat. He pulled away just slightly, his lips just centimetres away from his. "Did you make you cum earlier?" Carlos asked and she quickly shook her head. "Good," he said, looking past her, looking at Lando.

Lando, who was achingly hard. Lando, who just wanted to touch himself. Lando, who wasn't allowed to do just that.

Carlos reached down to touch her, all while looking at Lando. She whined as he touched her, feeling through her folds, touching her clit. "Carlos," she cried, her head against his shoulder as she grinded herself against his hand.

"This is what happens when you're good," he said, but he wasn't talking to her. "When you're good, you get to cum."

"Fuck!" Lando cried, thrusting his hips up. But it did nothing, brought him no amount of pleasure.

Carlos pulled his hand away from her and she let out a small cry. But Carlos was unzipping his jeans. Suddenly, she didn't mind that he wasn't touching her anymore.

Carlos freed his cock and she wrapped her fingers around him. She began moving her hand up and down, but Carlos didn't react. He kept staring at Lando. It was almost like he was bragging without words. "Go on, Cariño mío," he said.

She held him and moved herself forward, sinking down onto his cock. Carlos groaned and threw his head back, moving his hand to grip her hips. Goddamn, he loved the feel of her, the way she squeezed him. "My good girl," he whispered as he eyes fluttered shut.

She tried to ride him, but Carlos knew she was a princess. He knew he was going to have to do all of the work. Holding her hips, he began to move her, bouncing her on top of him. He got himself into a comfortable position, one that allowed him to thrust his hips up towards her.

She moaned and whined and cried out as Carlos fucked her.

It wasn't like when Lando fucked her. Carlos was more controlling, more aggressive. He loved it, loved the way he man handled her. The way she screamed and cried his name, it was music to his ears. "Who's making you scream like this?" He asked, looking past her, at Lando.

"You!" She cried, arching her back towards him.

"Who?" He pushed, moving himself faster.

"Carlos!" She screamed, her eyes squeezing shut.

Nobody could make her cum like Carlos. Not even Lando could. He could make her cum, make her feel like she was on cloud nine. But the orgasm that Carlos drew out of her was other worldly.

Black spots appeared in her vision as she slumped against him. Carlos moved himself slower his movements more gentle until he came inside of her, painting her walls.

He pulled her off of him and kissed her forehead as she rested against him. But then she looked over at Lando.

His eyes were shut and he let out a series of whines. His hands clearly pulled at the handcuffs and she couldn't help but feel bad for him. "Carlos," she whispered, fluttering her eyelashes at him. "Can I?"

He thought for a moment. "Okay," he said and kissed her forehead again.

With that she climbed off of his lap and made her way over to Lando. She sank herself to her knees and wrapped her lips around his cock.

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