#bf!carlos sainz

[eveninggstar]

a little homage, a little obsessed⊹ ࣪ ˖

carlos sainz x gf!reader

17.07.24

୨ৎCarlos’ girlfriend is, in her own words, a little obsessed with his new facial hair. Ever since she saw the moustache, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. She loved how it framed his handsome face, adding a touch of rugged charm. She found herself constantly drawn to it. It was a small change, but it had a big impact on her, intensifying her attraction to him in a way she hadn’t expected.

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smutty smut smut

fingering, p in v (unprotected)

rip to something that made carlos even more handsome (idk how but it was possible)oh my absolute god🥵🥵🥵🥵 also the summary is litch just a self insert

You were sitting in Carlos’ driver room, scrolling through emails on your phone, waiting for your boyfriend to arrive so the two of you could head to his hotel. The door jiggled open, revealing the incredibly handsome man. You looked up, seeing his racing suit pooled at his waist (showing off his fit physique), then his skin-tight fireproofs, and then the best thing you’ve ever seen. Your eyes practically lit up when you saw his face, now with a prominent moustache. You didn’t register the man walking towards you, lost in daydreams about the man you loved so dearly.

You didn’t let a word out as you reached up and harshly pressed your lips into his. It took him a moment to register what was happening, his lips still and hands hovering above your waist. Pulling away, you pouted at the beautiful doe-eyed man.

“I’m sorry, mi hermosa,” he giggled, finally putting his hands on your waist, wrapping them fully around you. “What’s got you like this?” He smiled, his face incredibly close to yours.

“This.” You caressed his upper lip, eyes automatically drawn to it as a smile crawled onto your face. “I love it,” you said, looking up through your lashes at him.

Carlos was hard, that look he knows so well lighting a spark within his tired body. Who was he to not give in to his needs, especially not seeing his girlfriend for two weeks when she’s so helplessly in love with him? He leaned in, causing you to replicate the action.

You deepened the kiss, bringing Carlos impossibly closer. The scent of Carlos flooded your senses, familiar and perfect. All you could see was Carlos Sainz, all you could smell was Carlos Sainz, all you could taste was Carlos Sainz.

The two weeks the two of you had been apart felt like torture compared to the passion you shared in this moment. All you wanted Carlos to do was devour you, to go on his knees and bury his face between your legs so you could feel his moustache even more.

He turned the two of you around, sitting where you were previously and pulling you on top of him, lips never breaking their seal. You frantically ripped his fireproof shirt off, raking your nails over his sweaty abs.

For both of you, it didn’t feel like enough. Not with the way you gasped every time his hand gripped tighter on your ass. Not with the way he grunted at every brush of his straining cock. You pulled away, eyes hazed over with lust, as you pulled the sundress over your head, leaving you in your skimpy white panties.

The arch of your back when you removed your dress brought your breasts closer to Carlos’ mouth. This left him with no other choice but to press his lips harshly into the plump flesh, scratching the delicate skin with his new facial accessory.

The harshness of the coarse hair was juxtaposed with the delicate strokes of his thumb on the hollow of your hip. Hands buried in his hair, you gripped and pulled in the ways you knew he loved every time the two of you were together.

His fingers began to trace the elastic of your panties, occasionally slipping a centimetre under. Slipping them away, you stopped your erratic movements on top of him and looked down. There was a growing wet patch that he smirked at, moving his moustache. You brought a finger up to stroke the right side of his facial hair, looking at it with the utmost affection. Your love-stricken smile was replaced with a look between ecstasy and surprise as Carlos pushed a thumb right on your clit.

He quickly moved your panties to the side after your squirming. His fingers traced around your glistening pussy, disappearing between your folds. It didn’t take a genius to see how wet you were. He delved deeper with his finger, causing you to arc up and close your eyes. You looked down, eyes struggling to stay open, and saw the look Carlos was giving your body. It was the type of look that he could easily cum from just watching your writhing body squirm in every direction for your own pleasure.

“The most beautiful girl,” Carlos breathed into the valley of your breasts, deepening the words by pushing them with his tongue into your skin. The comments he always offhandedly said made you believe them further when having sex, seeing as his mind was only consumed by you.

“May I?” He licked a stripe from the underside of your breast to your nipple as he awaited your permission, eyes locked onto yours. You nodded, breath hitching in anticipation. Carlos didn’t waste any time, his mouth eagerly enveloping your nipple, swirling his tongue around it, and sucking gently. The sensation sent electric shocks straight to your core, making you moan softly.

With one hand still teasing your entrance, Carlos used the other to steady you, his grip firm yet gentle. You started to grind against his fingers, seeking more friction, more pleasure. He inserted another finger, stretching you deliciously and finding that perfect spot inside that made you see stars.

Your hips moved of their own accord, riding his hand as he worked you closer and closer to the edge. Carlos’ mouth moved to your other breast, giving it the same loving attention. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word of adoration fuelled the fire burning inside you.

“Carlos, please,” you begged, your voice barely more than a breathy whimper. He understood your need, felt the same urgency himself. Pulling his fingers out, he lifted you slightly, aligning himself with your dripping entrance.

Slowly, he lowered you onto his hard length, both of you gasping as he filled you completely. You clung to him, feeling every inch of him inside you, connecting you in a way that words couldn’t describe. He paused for a moment, letting you adjust to the sensation, before starting to move.

You set the pace, rocking your hips in a rhythm that drove you both wild. Carlos met your movements with thrusts of his own, each one bringing you closer to that peak of ecstasy. The room was filled with the sounds of your passion, the wet slap of skin against skin, your shared moans and gasps.

You could feel yourself spiralling towards your climax, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure. Carlos was right there with you, his breath ragged, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you were sure there’d be marks later.

“I love you,” he murmured against your lips, his voice strained but sincere. The words pushed you over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you with an intensity that took your breath away. You cried out his name, clinging to him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.

Carlos followed you moments later, his own release triggered by the sight and feel of you coming apart in his arms. He held you close, shuddering with the force of his climax, whispering your name like a prayer.

You stayed like that for a while, tangled together, hearts racing and breaths mingling. Eventually, he lifted his head to look at you, a tender smile playing on his lips.

“I missed you so much,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. You smiled back, feeling the same overwhelming love for him.

“I missed you too, Carlos. More than you know.” You kissed him gently, savouring the moment, knowing that no matter how far apart you were, the love you shared would always bring you back together. The warmth of his moustache brushed against your skin, a constant reminder of this new, intimate part of him that you adored so much.

Please don’t steal my work, much love ᡣ𐭩

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𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 eveninggstar

[c2-eh]

does it mean they watched it together? 😇

[f1-stuff]

Chinese GP '24 // Charles and Carlos' Shanghai Guide

[janesurlife]

Leo made his debut on carlos's instgram account

Although I don't understand why he's focusing so much on ferrari's strategy

I just realised papa sainz was petting leo 🥺

[melandolia]

“kiss and fly”

[stylesmoonlight12]

Apology accepted

[thef1diary]

carlossainz55 Riding around 📍🍏

[luvscharlos]

no words????

[iimplicitt]

HELLGIRL PT.1 | CL16

pairing: prof. charles leclerc x sainz’s younger sister/student

summary: when a body is found in the snow on campus there’s a ripple of unease that floats over the university of london. dr leclerc always considered himself a rational man. however, that all came crumbling down when someone he believed to be dead showed up in his office doorway.

warnings/topics: slight age gap but both are of age, secret relationship, eventual smut, mentions of death, depictions of violence, stalking, obsession, potentially paranormal, religious allusions, controversial prof!xstudent! relationship, mentions of certain mental conditions such as borderline personality disorder, narcissism, antisocial, etc.

songs for this series

a/n: first, anything from charles’ pov is based in the present. anything in sister! sainz’s pov is in the past. second, this in no way shape or form is based off reality or charles’ personality. this is an au with darker themes and it’s all for the plot. i already had a similar idea going but i recently had to write a paper on the association between stalking and a diagnosis of BDP and/or narcissistic traits or disorders (this does not mean they’re correlated), so i was feeling motivated. this is also not meant to romanticize anything, i purely find it interesting and challenging to write. i also feel it goes without saying that this sibling of carlos is completely fictional

enjoy <3

Charles

When they found her body in the early hours of that morning, a heavy sense of trepidation fell over the campus. Making the snow and wind seem just a bit more bitter than usual, nipping at any exposed skin as if microscopic needles were shooting through the air. It was still so early, the police tape freshly put up, taught against the winter weather and the snow was multicoloured as it soaked up the Christmas lights strung up around the university. The crowd was small at the moment, those who got to campus far too early were the only ones standing by the perimeter set by the police.

“What’ve they found?” Dr. Adlterton asked as her boots came to a stop next to his as they crunched through the fresh snow, steam billowing out from the lid of her to-go coffee cup as she raised it to her lips.

Charles looked down at her briefly, brows furrowing a bit before forcing his eyes forward again as the police began setting up a tent over a spot in the snow. “A body, I believe.”

His colleague’s hand froze just as she was about to take a sip, blinking rapidly before trying to crane her neck higher to get a better look, but the police were making quick work on privatising the crime scene. He bit the inside of his cheek as he observed her, finding her curiosity a bit macabre but he understood. Everyone standing out in the snow at that moment was curious. Clearly a tragedy had happened, but the mystery around who exactly tended to cloud any sympathy for the poor thing lying in the snow.

“Do they have any idea who it is? What might’ve happened? Who found the body?” The questions tumbled out of Dr. Alderton’s mouth, her coffee returning to her lips as she finally took a sip and he watched as her red lipstick stained the lid.

Charles sighed, running a gloved hand through his now damp hair as snow began to soak into it. “I don’t know, but you don’t seem very concerned. What if it was a student or a faculty member?” She rolled her eyes at him and he bit the inside of his cheek again as he looked down at her. He wasn’t overly fond of the woman. If she wasn’t able to dissect something she didn’t tend to be a fan of it. Much less spend any time in its company.

“Dr. Leclerc, of course I’m concerned. But what do you expect from me? I run the crime science department. This is an excellent learning opportunity–”

“Someone’s demise is a learning opportunity?”

She waved him off. “All of you in the arts are so touchy. It’s part of my job to compartamentalise.” She raised up on her toes one more time in an effort to get a look but it was no use. The tent was up and closed, police filtering in and out as more arrived along with investigators and the forensics division. She sighed and took another drink of her coffee. “I’m sure there will be an email about this. See you around.” She patted him on the shoulder before walking off.

Charles frowned at the spot she had touched him, feeling even colder than before despite the sun finally rearing its head and peeking out through the dense clouds. He shivered, the cold feeling different all of the sudden, almost as if someone was hovering over him and casting him in a shadow of frost.

He shook his head but his bones felt stiff regardless. Giving the area one last look himself, he turned on his heel and left as more people arrived, mostly students at that point.

His polished leather shoes clicked along the pavement as he walked with expertise on avoiding ice, nodding and smiling at those who greeted him. Most of the student body he was sure had no idea what was taking place in front of the Royal Holloway building. He was sure it would be leaking into the press any minute, however.

Charles tried to go on with his day as normal, death was a common event that happened every minute around the world. However, the fact it was simply so close was off putting. Bodies weren’t found on university campuses, at least not often. Especially not here.

He had gotten done with his third lecture for the day and was walking back to his office when he noticed people were beginning to look at him a bit different. Faces looking forlorn and unsure how to approach him. The complete opposite of how people typically acted towards him. Usually he was a magnet for socialisation. People lit up when they saw him because Charles was someone who always knew how to make good conversation. He knew how to make people feel important. He knew exactly what to do to make someone feel needed, and that was one of the most important things in the world. People needed purpose, and he was perfect at giving them one.

When the fifth person looked at him in that off putting way, courage must have gripped them because they came to a stop and whispered, “I am so sorry.”

“Pardon?” He blinked at the boy who was in one of his French Literature classes. Surprised to see him given they didn't have their next class for two more days. Only a few of his students actually liked to linger or catch up with him on course work. Although he was well liked, he wasn’t exactly easy on the workload he handed out.

The boy rubbed at his neck, not meeting Charles' eyes. “You don’t know?”

Charles lifted one shoulder in a partial shrug but his brows creased as he took in how nervous his student seemed to be. “Is everything alright?”

“It’s her.” He finally blurted. “The body they found, it was that Sainz girl.” The boy’s voice shook as he finally got the words out and Charles froze. Something cold and sickly crawled up his spine and was weaving through his vertebrae, making his nerves itch and he rolled his shoulders. Trying to make his skeleton feel right inside of his body but everything was wrong. Wrong wrong wrong.

“What?” Was all he managed to get out, his voice cracking and his tongue feeling too heavy for his mouth.

He stood still as the boy stepped forward and gave him a hug. In any other scenario it would’ve been awkward, but Charles felt reality disconnect for a moment. Not sure what else was said to him as he continued to stand in the hallway long after he was left alone.

Regret was an odd, painfully human thing. Sure, animals may have the sense of knowing better. Learned aversion after facing certain consequences. But the rotten feeling in his chest as he felt his lungs start to move again was purely human and simply awful. He pinched the bridge of his nose and he tightly shut his eyes, willing the pit in his stomach to go away.

God, what was he supposed to say to Carlos? He was sure he would be getting a call at some point. Or should he call first? Perhaps the former was better, letting his best friend come to him when he was ready.

Mourning had no timeline, he knew that. And everyone handled it in different ways, he just hoped whatever creature comfort he could muster up would be sufficient enough to abate any storms of curiosity. He didn’t have to feign any heartache, though.

She was everything to him.

That’s funny.

Charles’ head whipped around as chills ravished his skin, the reaction so sudden it nearly hurt as his flesh prickled up at the sound of the voice. Her voice. He blinked rapidly down the hallway but it was empty and well lit, nothing was lurking in the shadows. Not that there would be. That would be ridiculous.

Trying to shake some sense into him, he turned around but stopped short at the figure leaning against the doorway of his office. All too familiar, yet foreign. His breath was ripped out of him along with his ability to speak as he stared at her in horror. His eyes couldn’t adjust as she wavered. Steady but not quite right all that once.

She smiled slightly, those lips of hers pulled back in the coy smile he had adored so much. Her eyes though, they were off. Empty almost, yet equally heavy with a weight of something more. His own eyes flicked down, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. Taking in her torn tights and her askew sweater hanging lazily over one shoulder. The pretty red one he had bought her for Christmas last year. Charles’ gaze danced over her necklace and landed on her slender neck that was coloured a faint, translucent vision of blues and purples.

He couldn’t quite remember if he had put them there in lust or in violence.

Is there really a difference?

Her voice swirled around in his head as they left her mouth and echoed, his ears began to ring as he stumbled away from her and slid to the floor. “How-” he finally managed to choke out, staring up at her and frightened he was having some sort of psychotic break.

She sighed, though no air was disturbed and she leaned down to meet his eyes, her dark hair falling over her shoulders and just barely brushing against his skin. Not quite touching but he could feel it. Feel her. She was so cold. Her eyes danced between his, her lips tugged downward and brows furrowed. Even now he was completely taken by her, looking as if she was personally crafted by God just for him to admire.

What have you done? She finally asked him, her voice soft yet chilling as her words sunk through his skin, making his bones shiver in a damp chill again like they had earlier this morning. Had that been her?

Before he could even fathom some sort of response a door opened down the hallway and she looked up towards the direction of the sound. Not a moment later she was gone. As if a screen glitched and she fizzled out. Charles could still sense something, though. As if something was now tethered to him. Feeling heavy on his lungs and he was freezing.

Ghosts weren’t real.

They couldn’t be.

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[justc2world]

Carlos karting with nude project podcast boys

[carcarpodium]

he's so bf coded it hurts 😞😞😞

[c2-eh]

@carlossainz55: You've been asking for it so here it is 🥞🥞

[f1-stuff]

what did Carlos report to Charles' gf...?

[janesurlife]

Lecfosi are so crazy in their hate for Lando that they're praising Carlos 😭😭😭😭😭 Lando is so fucking powerful, he made lecfosi Carlos fan.

[fairylando]

tell me these pics aren't the most jayce talis coded thing that ever existed. i'll wait.

[mindontheclouds]

look, if any of you decided to be mean to carlos sainz jr.; this is the little guy you chose to be mean to.