#carlos sainz jr x fem!sainz reader

[amberjazmyn]

happy birthday hermano 🫶

pairing : carlos sainz jr x fem!sainz reader

summary : carlos sainz jr's youngest sister, alejandra sainz had been away at university in australia for the last three years since she was seventeen and she was now twenty. with the best birthday present for her brother, surprising him during their home grand prix in spain. however, to do that, she told no one except for his ferrari teammate, charles that she was at the grand prix to surprise her brother. 

warnings : older brother x carlos, an emotional reunion between brother and sister, happy tears, dodgy spanish to english translations 

a/n :  this has been written so many times but after such a sad one with max, i decided i wanted to write a happier one and for carlos as well. at first i did want to make this into a max one but because i've written so many versions of one-shots similar to this one, the next one will be for max. flashbacks, if any will be written in italics. 

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫 | 1 september 2023

alejandra sainz sniffled in an emotion she wasn't sure was joy, relief or sadness. joy because she was finally able to get on that goddamn three-hour delayed qantas flight back home to her home country of spain, to madrid from brisbane, australia during a three month break before she'd have to return back to brisbane for her graduation at the university of brisbane. relief because she was able to spend her older brother's birthday with him at their home grand prix in spain since they had reunited at what was the end of her second year at the university of brisbane in 2022 and it was finally back to racing at the next grand prix in spain which would fall on her brother's 29th birthday. and sadness because she had become so close to her roommates back at the unversity of brisbane that she felt awful that she was leaving to go back home the three months before graduation when some of them weren't able to simply because of money reasons or other reasons. however, the moment she and her friend finally sat down in their first-class seats in elouisa's oversized ferrari shirt that she probably stole from her brother carlos actually with white flared jeans and fluffy slides. she sighed in relief, with a smidge of joy and sadness as she rested her head against the side of the first class cabin she and her uni bestie purchased as both girls listened intently to the aeroplanes safetly instructions even though they both knew that nothing bad was actually going to happen.  

after all the safety instructions and usual announcements had been made, both girls settled back down in their seats, alejandra reaching for her wired earphones even though it wasn't totally illegal for her to use her airpods and plugged them into her iphone. immediately going into her spotify premium and pressed shuffle on her playlist aptly titled "smooth operator and more by carlos sainz jr", smooth operator by sade and then thank you for the music by abba and other songs that reminded alejandra of her brother back home in spain played in her earphones. whilst those songs would always make her cry (except for smooth operator) it also made her smile and be extremely grateful that the flight, whilst delayed by three hours, was twentyish hours, maybe twelve on the non-stop qantas flight that she and her bestie were travelling on before the girls would be back home on spanish soil. the overly exhausted spanish girl seemed to fall asleep within minutes and it seemed to stay that way for the entire flight. even her fellow university of brisbane bestie, francisca de castro, didn't want to disturb her twenty-year-old bestie as it seemed obvious from the tear stains on the sainz's girl's face, the slightly distressed wrinkles and scrunched-up nose that it revealed to the flight attendants as well as francisca that this sleep was extremely needed. especially because she'd be surprising her brother during their hometown grand prix so, no one disturbed her until francisca had to when the plane finally landed back home in madrid, spain. 

alejandra was in the deepest sleep, her earphones blasting abba's slipping through my fingers when she felt herself being shaken awake. the girl jolted awake but softly fluttered her eyes open to see her best friend francisca's gorgeous blue eyes. rushing to take out her earphones, francisca waited patiently for alejandra to get herself together before speaking up. with the slightly exhausted smile from the blonde, francisca took that as her cue to speak up so she did. 

"hey little miss sleepy, sorry to wake you up but the flight attendants were wanting me to let you know that we've landed in madrid..." francisca smiled at her best friend as that seemed to get alejandra tear ducts to open again 

francisca wasn't bothered by her best friend's emotional reaction since it was quite normal for alejandra to cry. however, it was also clear to francisca that alejandra had been waiting for the moment of hearing that she was finally home after being away from it for what had felt like an eternity. 

"...we've landed?" alejandra whispered as francisca sweetly smiled 

"yeah leja, we're home. we touched down around ten/fifteen minutes ago, we are currently the last ones from first class to deboard but the flight attendants are still waiting to deboard business and economy classes so, the flight attendants said to me before waking you up that they aren't really in a rush to get us off. but, in saying that, you may wanna message your family to let them know if they're waiting here for you on the other side..." francisca trailed off, forgetting that whilst she had her family waiting for her, alejandra didn't because she was surprising her family as the blonde smiled and giggled slightly through her tears 

"...i'm surprising carlos for his birthday at the spanish grand prix. it's his 29th birthday today and he's celebrating it during the race..." alejandra giggled, smiling as she just imagined the reactions of her brother carlos, her sisters as well as her parents as well as the other f1 drivers 

seeing alejandra's smile at what francisca knew was her best friend's imaginings of how the sainz and f1 grid family would react to the surprise made francisca smile even more. she knew from the second she met the tall, dirty blonde (almost brunette), hazel-eyed girl during orientation week at the university of brisbane when they were both seventeen that it was alejandra sainz, younger sister of formula 1 driver, carlos sainz jr. 

"...wait, how are you getting home then if you're surprising carlos and the family?" francisca giggled, the two girls grabbing their carry-on luggage and awkwardly shimmied out of the plane so they could then leave and truly be back on solid ground, not a plane's ground after what felt like a whole day of being in one 

"no one, cisca, i've had my car in the parking garage for the whole three years..." alejandra trailed off as francisca's eyes widened, she had kept her car at the airport for a whole three years? that sounded slightly terrifying but, she respected the girl for having so much faith in the undercover parking at madrid-barajas airport

"...i was asking because my parents are picking me up and was curious if you needed a lift since i was going to end up quickly changing out of this outfit since, like you, i was also going to then travel to the grand prix but, i see you've already got your plan so, i'll maybe see you later at the race since i know after tonight that the racers have a three week break before the next race..." francisca trailed off as alejandra's eyes lit up in excitement as she suddenly got an idea 

"...well, cisca, since we're both going to the grand prix, we could go together? we could meet your parents at baggage claim and then the two of us could take my car together to the race since i don't think your parents would be coming to visit the racers, will they? besides, i'll be able to introduce you to carlos and the rest of my family and properly introduce you to the rest of the grid?" alejandra proposed and smiled after francisca shook her head at the question in regards to if francisca's parents were coming to actually watch the race as her eyes lit up in excitement 

"are you serious leja?" francisca was in shock, she didn't want to mention in throughout the three years that she had known alejandra but, cisca was obsessed with formula 1 

and, she had been obsessed with formula 1 since she was practically a baby because of her parents being racers when they were in their prime and also because of their familial connection to one of the sponsors of one of the teams. however, the girl never had the chance to see one of the races close up until literally today when her parents surprised her with the opportunity to get vip paddock passes and written permission from the owner and founder of the sponsor of the race team as a graduation present. 

"dead serious, cisca. i can get you through with the paddock pass i have since mine is slightly different to the regular vip paddock pass and we can then go to all the garages and then watch carlos and the others race from the paddock as that's where i'll be after i surprise carlos for his birthday," alejandra smiled as francisca nearly screamed the madrid-barajas airport down as she wrapped her arms around her best friend

"i'm actually going to cry, leja, stop it! i love you so much, thank you, thank you, thank you!" francisca nearly sobbed as alejandra giggled, hugging her best friend back 

"don't need to thank me, cisca, besides, i knew you were a fan of formula 1 from the very day we met and it's obvious that you have a familial connection with one of the racing sponsors. because, babe, you weren't as slick as you thought you were," alejandra giggled, shoving her best friend whose eyes widened by ignored it as they walked through the airport to find baggage claim to find the de castro's 

after the girls had reunited with mr andrea and mrs sofia de castro, francisca's parents and given them her luggage to take back home, alejandra and francisca made their way back to alejandra's car. and then, they were on their way to the circut de barcalona-catalunya so alejandra could surprise her brother for his 29th birthday. 

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as the girls changed into their better outfits to celebrate carlos' birthday but also the spanish grand prix, alejandra surprised her parents and introduced them to her best friend, francisca. letting her know that she told the security that she was covered under her own family vip paddock pass since she was a friend of one of the racer's families and that she was staying with them for the surprise and the race. reyes and carlos sr, alejandra's parents, was ever so happy and honoured to finally meet francisca and they were both absolutely okay with the idea of the brunette staying with them for the race and told the sponsor of the team she was related to, so he was aware. and once that was all cleared up, it was basically time for the ferrari team and the rest of the grid to bombard carlos and the ferrari garage to surprise carlos with a birthday cake and a photo for his birthday before the race. 

however, obviously, before everyone else could surprise carlos, they themselves had to get surprised so they could then help an even bigger and better surprise than just the their regular birthday cake and photo surprise for carlos. so, the rest of the grid (excluding charles) were surprised by alejandra and it was truly the sweetest thing in the world. 

"...is there any room for just one more sainz sibling?" alejandra giggled as she walked into the paddock, away from the ferrari garage where charles had the rest of the team hide carlos from his sister 

and, almost immediately, the other eighteen drivers rushed over towards alejandra. all wanting to be the first one to pull her in for a hug, the first being max and lando as the others werent' that far away as giggles could be heard a mile away surely. after alejandra and charles had told the rest of the drivers what her surprise was, they all agreed but, charles then had a different idea than the original idea that the two of them had proposed. 

"...wait, wait, i have an even better idea!" charles spoke up, taking the birthday cake that had been made for carlos as alejandra smiled, nodding her head 

"yeah charlie, what is it?" alejandra smiled, excited to hear what the idea was as charles smiled back 

"i think instead of you coming out with all of us and with you holding the cake, i'll still be the one to hold the cake but, how about when carlos asks us to take a photo with the cake because we always do that, that's when you come out instead so you surprise him that way and see if he notices it that no one's missing from the photo and all the family were in the photo?" charles proposed as alejandra stepped back in shock, but with a smile on her face 

"that's actually a much better idea that the original idea with me just coming out with you guys as i hold the cake. that's brilliant charlie, we'll go with that idea, is that okay with everyone, mum and dad?" alejandra smiled, proud of charles' idea as he blushed as the rest of the f1 grid and family seemed to agree with charles' idea 

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since all the sainz's and f1 grid had agreed with the latter decision of having alejandra walk out during the photo, alejandra waited just behind the camera. as all the f1 drivers and the rest of the sainz's family plus the birthday cake carried out by charles, had already come into the ferrari garage to sing happy birthday for carlos. 

so, after a couple of minutes, and getting the sign from charles whilst holding the cake alongside carlos, alejandra emerged from behind the camera and just ever-so secretly and smoothly slid into the group family/f1 photo. sliding right on the other side of her brother, in between him and carlos sr, charles on the other side. and then, all they did was wait to see how long it took for carlos to realise who it was standing next to him as carlos sr kept his excitement as silent as he could so he didn't ruin the surprise between his two kids. 

finally, after the photo had been taken, carlos turned to look over towards their dad when he noticed his younger sister, alejandra was standing right next to him and basically had been the entire time during the photo being taken. almost dropping the cake completely, before skillfully, charles grabbed it without dropping it, carlos pulled his younger sister in for a hug. the ferrari garage bursting with cheers and applause for the successful smooth operation of surprising carlos. 

carlos hugged alejandra for what felt like the longest in history but it also felt like it was the shortest in history. finally, carlos pulled back from the hug as his youngest sister just giggled, her hands resting on her brother's upper arms, near to his biceps as the f1 grid and the rest of the sainz's family just blew up in cheers and applause for the reunion that basically no one was told about, only charles and then mum and dad when they were surprised themselves. 

"cómo...qué...qué haces en casa, alejandra?" carlos stammered out in spanish as he also gave his phone to lando since he was closest as alejandra giggled how...what...what are you doing at home, alejandra?

"oh, i didn't tell you i was coming home for your birthday? i thought i did!" alejandra joked in english so those who didn't speak spanish could understand which caused carlos to jokingly push his youngest sister causing the girl to cackle with more giggles

alejandra then moved to the rest of the ferrari team to give them hugs since it was clear they were just as surprised as carlos. after carlos had composed himself from the shock that was not just the birthday cake surprise from the rest of the f1 grid but also the surprise of his youngest sister who had been in brisbane, australia the last three years for university and had actually arrived home. he felt like he could be given back his phone from lando. 

hugging his sister again, carlos spoke again in spanish, "no me dijiste que vendrías a casa para mi cumpleaños! todos pensábamos que todavía estabas en brisbane! qué estás haciendo en casa?" carlos chuckled, wiping away a tear quickly as alejandra giggled you didn't tell me you were coming home for my birthday! we all thought you were still in brisbane! what are you doing home?

"le dije a charles que volvería a casa... y estoy en casa porque tengo tres meses antes de que deba regresar para mi graduación. han pasado tres años carlitos, me graduaré en dos meses!" alejandra teased her brother, speaking in spanish since everyone had now since calmed down from the surprise, carlos looking betrayed giving a look to charles who knew about alejandra's homecoming i told charles that i was coming home...and i'm home because i have three months before i am required to go back for my graduation. it's been three years carlitos, i'm getting my degree in two months!

"jesus christ, it has been three years because you're now twenty, holy shit!" carlos breathed out which caused so much more shock making the rest of the grid and everyone else widen their eyes at how old they were as they all laughed and gasped in shock 

"yep, i'm twenty carlitos. that's how time works, just like how you've turned 29 today!" alejandra giggled as she recieved a cheeky slap from her brother which caused everyone else to giggle 

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after the fantastic race at the spanish grand prix, with carlos getting p5, whilst not on the podium was still a good result as he got some points for ferrari, some photos from the day had been taken but not posted unless it was very obvious that it didn't reveal anything. alejandra then finally posted for her brother's birthday, making those who obviously, were unaware of alejandra's surprise not freak out thinking that the girl had forgotten to post or acknowledge her brother's 29th birthday. 

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alejandrasainz happiest of birthdays to my favourite smooth operator, carlitos. 29 looks on you hermano 🤍

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carlossainz55 i still cannot believe you surprised me at the grand prix like that, hermana! 

alejandrasainz carlossainz55 well, you better carlitos because it happened and there were so many people recording it 

charlesleclerc i thought i'd have to yell at your brother that you were next to him because he just wasn't looking until he eventually turned. but, oh my god, i was so stressed that carlos was going to miss you completely 

alejandrasainz charlesleclerc that is hilarious i did notice for a split second that it looked like you'd need to yell at him but, thankfully he did turn around 

franciscadecastro watching you surprise your brother from where i stood with your parents was the cutest thing in the world but i have to agree, poor charles was so stressed

alejandrasainz franciscadecastro awe, i'm so glad you were able to be here with us to see the race, my family literally adore you and we've now adopted you, sorry andrea and sofie

landonorris this surprise was truly perfectly executed! so glad to have you back with us though

alejandrasainz landonorris thank you lan! and i'm glad to be back! 

francisca.cgomes actually have no idea how i survived without you for so long! 

alejandrasainz francisca.cgomes i missed you too bebe 

maxverstappen1 this was an amazing surprise on your end, leja! carlos' face was priceless 

alejandrasainz maxverstappen1 thank you maxie! it was an amazing moment for sure

f1fan omg i was worried that you had forgotten carlos' birthday! welcome home, leja! 

just as alejandra thought, she had the most perfect day surprising her brother during the spanish grand prix as she smiled at her brother's post about it. 

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carlossainz55 p5 and birthday celebrations today at my hometown race! i also got a lovely surprise by my lovely younger sister leja today and in all honesty, she's more of a smooth operator than i am since i had no idea! 

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alejandrasainz te amo carlitos but you are the og smooth operator

maxverstappen1 happy birthday carlos! twenty-nine does look good on you 

landonorris happy birthday carlos! 

scuderiaferrari happy birthday to our favourite spanish smooth operator and congrats on p5!

charlesleclerc you have no idea how difficult it was to not spill the surprise, carlos! 

schecoperez happy birthday carlos! 

ilovecarlossainzjr happy birthday carlos! 

danielricciardo can't stop laughing at the birthday cake! good job alejandrasainz

oscarpiastri hehe you're tweny-nine! happy birthday carlos 

fin

this ending was awful because i didn't include the article that i usually would because i don't know what entertainment gossip sites talk about f1 so i decided to switch it out with a post from carlos instead lol. hence why it was a bit shorter than the original version. 

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♥ pairing: pablo gavi x fem!driver!sainz!reader

♥ synopsis: for as long as you can remember your older brother carlos sainz has been a loyal fan of the football team real madrid. you were an f2 driver who never took your mind off of your own sport; that was until carlos brought you to a barcelona v real madrid game and you fell for a player on the opposing team.

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♥ warnings: swearing and hate comments !!!

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yourusername I've been kidnapped (not clickbait)

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carlossainz55 I'm literally taking you to a madrid game

yourusername exactly 😔

user60 you should be greatful

user60 I'd kill to have those tickets

user71 she's always so ungrateful 🙄

user80 celebrities that don't know anything about the sport getting shit for free pisses me off

user6 @/user80 pretty sure Carlos payed for the two of their tickets but go off

user56 @/user80 not sure she even counts as a 'celebrity'

user7 NEED me some sombas

user8 im obsessed with their dynamic

user2 the sainz siblings >>>

landonorris @/carlossainz55 take me with you next time

user5 aww carlando dates

user3 gonna need a carlando football landolog asap

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"Could you at least pretend like you're watching?" Carlos said, gazing at you as you scrolled through your phone.

You clicked the device off and slid it into your pocket.

"I'm sorry Carlos I'm just not really as interested in this as you are..." you paused. "I mean if I want to make it into F1 I gotta train right? I should be on the sim right now."

"C'mon," he groaned. "You're a Sainz, of course you're going to make it. Relax a little. Enjoy the game, please?"

You rubbed your eyes and sighed, "I'll try."

You crossed your arms and watched the game unfold. One of the Barcelona players scored a goal and went sprinting past you into a knee slide. He really caught your eye and you couldn't help but watch him the rest of the match.

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carlossainz55 up for adoption: Y/n. Formula 2 driver and FC Barcelona apologist. Former Sainz.

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fcbarcelona we'll adopt you y/n

yourusername do I get a kit?

pablogavi you can have one of mine

yourusername @/pablogavi 🤭

user9 THE @ IS CRAZY

carlossainz55 😐

user7 GAVIIIII

user5 find yourself a man who will love you even when you wear sunglasses with hot sauce (possibly ketchup?) bottles on them

user8 former sainz 😭

user12 "barcelona apologist" 💀

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yourusername I guess I'm a culer now. thanks for the kit @/pablogavi it fits perfectly 😘

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pablogavi look who I found

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user6 carlos’ face 😭

user50 thought you were “too busy” for football 😐

user61 no way gavi is settling for her

user2 no bc she’s so pretty ����

user9 they’re literally the cutest couple

user1 those family reunions are gonna be awkward tho lmao

prema_team its good to see you gavi :)

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user12 he’s my favorite wag

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yourusername signed a contract with ferrari next season. I’ll see you on the grid big bro @/carlossainz55

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pablogavi estoy orgulloso de ti hermosa (I'm proud of you beautiful)

yourusername gracias mi amor

user7 so cute 🥹

user8 if I knew thirsting over him on main worked I woulda tried it years ago 😔

user6 madridista v culer war ferrari edition

user10 “my girlfriend is hotter than you” true 🤷‍♀️

carlossainz55 congrats or whatever

yourusername you know you love me

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BABY WHO? ꪆৎ CS55

“Please Carlos, not Juana!”

You grumble exhausted, two whole hours of bickering about baby names and you’ve gotten no where.

Not even a single clue as to where you could meet at a middle point, with your husband seemingly dead set on giving your unborn daughter a name you’re sure no one’s heard of in years and you ready to take it through a slightly more modern route, you’re seemingly stuck in the middle of nowhere.

So far you’ve heard a variety of names you’re sure won’t suit your princess, or even be to her taste, if she’s anything like you that is.

Alondra, Benita, Biatriz, Martina, Alejandra and nothing!

Nothing feels right and you’re sure you’re at your wits end with discussing baby names.

A whine tumbles out of you, the fear of possibly choosing a bad name for your unborn daughter that could lead to her resenting you forever and ever practically chokes you, causing you push your head into a pillow, shoving the plate full of your current pregnancy obsession of coconut ferrero rochers into Carlos’ chest.

“Mamita no! Estaba bromeando, lo juro!” ( i was joking, i swear! ) Your husband muffles a laugh, placing the plate of treats onto the bedside table next to him, he buries his head near yours.

“She’ll have a beautiful name like her mother, prometo.” ( i promise )

He pushes your hair back from your forehead, the cool of his gold wedding ring pressing itself into you, letting you nuzzle your face into his hand.

You stare at him softly, one hand joining his on the swell of your growing belly. “You promise we won’t name her that? Or…or Benita?”

A deep laugh bursts through him, chest shaking in mirth he pulls you closer to him covering your face in kisses filled with so much love you’re sure you’ll die if ever deprived of them.

“No amorcito, no Benita or Juana.”

You hum frowning slightly, “You’re not upset are you? That I don’t like the names very much, I just want to like them together. And I just don’t see her having such a name to be very honest, I’m sorry if I’m pressuring you.”

You say it so softly it makes his heart clench, he’s aware of the fact that you’re more sensitive than usual with your pregnancy hormones especially with you being in your second trimester, and it upsets him that you’re worried and genuinely fearful about his feelings as though he’s the one growing a whole baby.

“I promise I was joking Amor, swear it. I’m not upset at you at all, never ever ever! And we will like and choose a name together okay? You aren’t pressuring me at all.” He stares at you warmly as though hoping to convey his deep love and reassurance for you, grinning brightly when you nod and relax.

“Okay? Good! Now would you like a glass of water? It’s been a while now and se supone que debes estar bien hidratada, for both you and the princess, hmm? ” ( you’re supposed to be well hydrated. )

Stretching his arm slightly to the table he picks up the crystal glass filled with iced water and a thinly cut slice of lemon to help pit your ever growing nausea.

“Beberse todo.” He mumbles bringing the glass to your lips and tipping it upwards to let you drink, parting it from your mouth only when you hum. ( drink up )

He presses his lips to yours in a noisy peck. “Good job amorcito.”

“Now, about baby names huh?” Smiling at your enthusiastic face, he places the half full glass back down and hums as though deep in thought, tapping his fingers lightly in your belly.

“I’ve always liked Amara, or! Even Estrella? But more so Amara, because you’re mi amor and she’d be mi Amara!”

A breathy laugh bubbles out of you, the joy pillowing through as you filter the lovely name Amara.

You test it on your lips again, “Amara, Amara. Amara Sainz.” It sounds perfect.

It feels perfect, and from the look on the Spaniards face you know he thinks so too.

“Okay.” You giggle, pulling him in closer and letting him breathe you in, trying to entrap you fully in his senses.

“We found her name!”

“We did, amor we did.”

“Thank you, I love you, I love you.” You hold him closer.

“No. thank you, te amo mucho.” He kisses you hard and lovingly, pushing all of his gratitude and deep adoration for you in the kiss, before suddenly pulling away with a dramatic gasp.

“Shit! Lando’s gonna be disappointed.”

Your brows furrow confused and a little dazed from the kiss. “What why?”

“I may or may not have let him think I’d name mi niñita, Landina.”

“Carlos!”

“What? Charles thinks we’re naming her Charlene!”

“…And don’t even get me started on what Fernando thinks we should name her.”

“Dear god Carlos!”

“Fernanada. It’s Fernanda.

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love note , hii thank you sm for requesting !! i absolutely loved writing this it’s such a perfect idea !! i did change it a teeny tiny bit with reader being a bit more emotional and carlos being a bit of a reassuring boyfriend because we love <3 anyways i hope you liked this !! thank you once again for requesting 🫶🏼🫶🏼

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We'll Keep Him Safe

Arthur Leclerc x Fem!Reader, BRIEF Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

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The Fourth of July was supposed to be a day of celebration, but for Arthur and me, it became a haunting reminder of our darkest fears.

We had welcomed Bucky into our lives just a few weeks earlier—a tiny Dachshund with big, curious eyes and a playful spirit that lit up our home. His presence was like a ray of sunshine, weaving joy into the fabric of our everyday lives.

As evening descended and the first fireworks erupted in the sky, Bucky's excitement quickly turned to terror. The loud bangs and dazzling lights sent him into a panic, his small body trembling uncontrollably. Arthur and I tried everything to soothe him, wrapping him in blankets, holding him close, but nothing could calm his frantic fear.

"He's never heard fireworks before," I murmured, my heart aching as Bucky whimpered in my arms.

"We'll keep him safe," Arthur reassured me, his voice strained with concern.

We brought Bucky inside, hoping the familiar surroundings would ease his anxiety. But the fireworks continued, their intensity growing with each burst of sound and light. In a moment of sheer panic, Bucky slipped from Arthur's grasp and darted through the open back door.

"No, Bucky, come back!" I cried, my voice cracking with fear as I watched him disappear into the darkness.

Without a second thought, Arthur and I rushed outside, calling Bucky's name into the chaotic night. Our voices joined by neighbors' shouts, mingling with the distant sounds of celebration.

We searched tirelessly through the neighborhood, our hearts pounding with every corner turned, every hopeful glance that ended in disappointment. Hours stretched into eternity as we called out for Bucky, our desperation growing with each passing minute.

By the time we returned home in the early hours of the morning, hope had dwindled to a faint glimmer. Exhausted and defeated, I sank onto the couch, tears streaming down my face as Arthur sat beside me, his own grief etched deeply on his face.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," he whispered, his voice trembling. "I promised we'd keep him safe."

I shook my head, unable to speak past the lump in my throat. We held each other in silent anguish, our hearts heavy with the weight of what might have been lost.

The next morning arrived with a heaviness that matched the ache in my chest. Arthur rose early, his determination unwavering as he prepared to continue the search. I stayed behind, trapped in a cycle of agonizing uncertainty. Every passing hour deepened my despair. I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep—my mind consumed by visions of Bucky alone and afraid.

When Arthur returned later that afternoon, he was empty-handed and visibly exhausted. He collapsed onto the couch beside me, his shoulders slumped with defeat.

"We have to find him, Arthur," I pleaded, my voice trembling with fear. "He's out there somewhere."

Arthur took my hand, his eyes filled with sorrow. "I know, Y/N. I won't give up."

But as the day wore on and dusk approached once more, hope continued to slip through our fingers like sand. I stared out the window, my eyes fixed on the empty backyard where Bucky used to play. The silence was deafening, echoing the emptiness in my heart.

"I'm going out again," Arthur said quietly, his voice hoarse with exhaustion. "I won't stop until I bring him home."

I nodded, unable to find the words to express the depth of my gratitude and fear. I watched Arthur leave, a solitary figure disappearing into the fading light.

Alone in the silence, my thoughts drifted back to the day we had brought Bucky home. I remembered the way he had bounded into our lives, his tail wagging furiously, his playful antics filling our home with laughter. Now, that laughter felt like a distant memory, drowned out by the ache of loss and the relentless tick of the clock.

Hours passed with agonizing slowness. I paced the living room, my mind a whirlwind of doubt and despair. I couldn't bear the thought of never seeing Bucky again, never feeling his warm, furry body nestled against mine, never hearing the pitter-patter of his paws on the hardwood floor.

When Arthur finally returned, it was well past midnight. His steps were heavy, his expression drawn and weary. I rushed to his side, my heart pounding with anticipation and dread.

"Did you find him?" I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.

Arthur shook his head, his eyes filled with tears. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I looked everywhere."

I collapsed onto the couch, my hands covering my face as I gave in to the overwhelming grief. Arthur sank down beside me, pulling me close, his own tears mingling with mine.

"We'll find him," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "We have to."

But as the night stretched on, sleep remained elusive. I lay awake in the darkness, my thoughts consumed by memories of Bucky—the way he would curl up in my lap, the mischievous glint in his eyes when he stole Arthur's socks, the way he would nuzzle against my cheek when I needed comfort.

Morning dawned with a grayness that matched my mood. I rose wearily, my body heavy with exhaustion and grief. Arthur was already up, his eyes red-rimmed from sleepless nights and endless searching.

"We have to do something," I said quietly, my voice hollow with despair. "We can't just sit here and wait."

Arthur nodded, his jaw clenched with determination. "I know a few shelters in the area. Maybe someone found him."

We spent the day visiting every shelter within driving distance, showing Bucky's picture to anyone who would listen. Each place held a flicker of hope that was quickly extinguished by the sight of empty cages and sympathetic glances.

By the time we returned home, our hearts were heavy with disappointment. I sank onto the couch, my hands trembling as I buried my face in Arthur's shoulder.

"We're never going to find him, are we?" I whispered, my voice choked with tears.

Arthur held me close, his own despair echoing mine. "We will, Y/N. We have to believe that."

But belief slipped through our fingers like water, leaving behind only the bitter taste of loss and regret.

Days turned into weeks, and still, there was no sign of Bucky. My grief became a constant companion, a heavy weight that pressed down on my chest and clouded my thoughts. Arthur continued to search, refusing to give up hope even as the days stretched into months.

One evening, as I sat alone in our quiet home, the doorbell rang. I answered it mechanically, my eyes dull with exhaustion.

Standing on the doorstep were Charles and his girlfriend Alexandra. Their faces were somber yet tinged with a glimmer of hope.

"We heard about Bucky," Charles began gently. "We've been keeping an eye out for him too."

I shook my head, unable to speak past the lump in my throat. Every mention of Bucky felt like a fresh wound, reopening the ache of loss I couldn't escape.

Alexandra stepped forward, her eyes bright with something I couldn't place. "Y/N, we were out driving earlier today, and we saw a dog that looked just like Bucky. He was sitting on someone's porch, looking lost."

My heart leaped into my throat, hope clawing its way through the fog of despair. "Are you sure?" I managed to choke out, my voice trembling with disbelief.

Charles nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Positive. We didn't want to get your hopes up, but we had to tell you."

Tears of relief and hope streamed down my face as I clung to Charles and Alexandra, their presence a lifeline in my darkest hour.

"Where did you see him?" Arthur asked urgently, his voice filled with urgency.

Charles gave him the address, and without hesitation, Arthur grabbed his keys and rushed out the door. I stood on the porch, my hands pressed against my racing heart, praying with every fiber of my being.

Minutes felt like hours as I waited, my thoughts a jumble of fear and anticipation. Finally, I saw Arthur's car pull into the driveway, Bucky's familiar face peering out the window.

My legs turned to jelly as I rushed forward, Arthur following close behind. Bucky bounded out of the car, his tail wagging furiously as he jumped into my waiting arms.

"Bucky! Oh, Bucky, you're here!" I cried, tears flowing freely as I showered him with kisses.

Arthur wrapped his arms around us both, relief flooding his expression. "I told you we'd find him," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

I buried my face in Bucky's fur, my heart overflowing with gratitude and love. We had found our way back to each other, through the darkness and despair, guided by the unbreakable bond we shared.

As we stood together in the fading light, surrounded by the echoes of our shared ordeal, I realized that sometimes, hope was all we needed to see us through. And as Bucky licked my face eagerly, his joyous barks filling the air, I knew that our little family was stronger than ever before.

In the quiet of the evening, with Arthur's arms around me and Bucky nestled against my heart, I knew that we had weathered the storm together, and we would continue to do so, one day at a time.

For in the echoes of that Fourth of July night, hope had triumphed over despair, and love had found its way home.

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Little Love Letters | c.s

pairing: dark!neighbour!mean!dom!carlos x sub!reader

warnings: psychotic behaviour, obsessive behaviour, possessive behaviour, pure manipulation, inappropriate usage of ropes, usage of a knife, smut, cnc, dacryphilia, forced blowjob, gagging, brief mentions of killing somebody, brief mentions of stalking

w/c: 3.1k

summary: After receiving multiple creepy letters by an unknown stranger, you scarily run into the arms of your sweet, spanish neighbour carlos — sadly, you ran into the worst embrace you could have possibly ran into.

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Feeling lonely in your 20's is probably something a lot of people feel. The problem is, that literally all of your friends — who are the same age as you — are most definitely not lonely, they are either in a relationship or already married, one of your old Highschool friends just recently gave birth to her little babygirl.

And you are not even able to remember the last time when you talked to a man that wasn’t your gay best friend or your neighbour carlos.

Carlos, the kind Spaniard next door was very sweet and also quite attractive in your opinion, but you still never really felt the specific spark between the two of you when you crossed paths and talked for a bit.

But even though you had no partner and only a few friends that you barely saw since you’ve moved, you didn’t feel that alone.

Especially not since some unknown stranger — or maybe even 'secret admirer' sent you letters, every. single. day.

At first, you thought that it was a joke and ignored it, but after you’ve received the fourth letter, you knew that this was not a joke, this was serious.

Of course it scared and confused you, since nobody expect for your three friends know your new address, but at the same time, it wasn’t that bad.

Sometimes, this mysterious stranger filled the letter with sentences like,

“Each time i see you, you only get prettier.”

“You are the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen, my love, ever.”

“I wish I could kiss you right now beautiful, wish I could feel your lips on mine.”

But sometimes they brought tears out of pure fear into your eyes,

“One day I will get you into my hands and I will never let you go, I promise you that y/n.”

“You will be mine, if you like it or not my darling, you will be mine.”

“I would kill for you, I would do absolutely anything for you y/n, anything you want me to.”

You gulped as you read those words, sometimes even wiping some tears away since some of his letters were filled with dark and psychotic sentences like that.

And since you were so scared — and also since it got everyday only worse and worse — you ran to the only person that you knew in this new town, your neighbour Carlos.

When you knocked in his door on a cold night at around 9 p.m., Carlos looked at you like you were crazy since you were only in a lose pair of jogger and a thin tanktop, making him quickly step aside and lead you into his cozy and especially warm home.

“Cariño, what are you doing here, don’t you have a jacket or a coat? C'mere,” he told you, placing his hand onto your back and leading you into his house, “It’s so cold outside, you’ll probably catch a cold y/n.”

But you only shook your head before you sat down onto the big couch in his living room, biting your lip before he got on his knees in front of you, being almost at eye level with you now.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Carlos quickly raised his brows before he scanned your body with his eyes, rough palms reaching out to grab your hands, turning your arms around and glancing at your unharmed skin.

You sighed before you pulled your arms away from his touch, briefly making him gulp. And if you haven’t lost your mind already, you could have sworn that you’ve noticed that he looked rather mad at you for a quick second as you basically threw his hands away, but you were probably just seeing things by now.

After letting out a long sigh, you shook your head, “N-No, I’m not hurt, don’t worry Carlos,” you spoke up, making him release a long breath, “I guess I’m just a bit…scared,” you admitted as you felt tears building up in your eyes, quickly trying to blink then away as the Spaniard furrowed his brows,

“Scared? Of what?” He asked you, lightly stroking your legs with his big palms now, listening to your voice explaining everything to him,

“It’s just, there are those extremely weird and scary letters that I’ve been receiving for a while now-”

Carlos immediately interrupted you, “For a while? Cariño, for how long? Why have you never told me,” he asked you in a strong Spanish accent.

“About a month now-”

“A month?” The Spaniard raised his brows, caressing your legs, “You should have told me y/n.”

You gulped before you shook your head and muttered a quick 'it's nothing' before you went on,

“Of course I felt a bit…watched as I got the first letter but the letter was actually filled with…really nice and sweet words, so I just smiled before I threw him away,” you continued your story, swallowing down some tears while you felt Carlos squeezing your knees almost like he was mad about the fact that you threw them away,

“But after some while the letters got…worse.”

Carlos tilted his head to the side, shaking his head before he spoke up with furrowed brows, “What do you mean when you say worse?” He asked you, thumb caressing your cold skin now,

You cleared your throat, “Well, they got creepier, sometimes this unknown stranger wrote things like, 'I would kill for you' or 'I am the only one you’ll need for the rest of your life,” you told him before you sniffled, quickly wiping a single tear away, making Carlos change his almost too serious facial expression in a matter of a second.

“Oh no, cariño,” he immediately spoke up as he noticed your wet eyes. Carlos raised one of his hands and wiped your tear away, cupping your cold cheek with his big, warm hand afterwards.

“Don’t cry, I know that all of this is very scary for you,” he mumbled reassuringly, “If you don’t feel save enough in your house, you can stay at my place tonight,” he suggested as you looked down at him, “I will keep you save, I promise,” Carlos told you with a sweet smile, making you laugh into his palm.

Carlos briefly laughed along before he stood up, towering over your sitting figure now, hand brushing your hair out of your face now,

“I will always keep you save, mi cariño,” he told you with more of a serious tone, only a tiny smile covering his lips now, making you quickly furrow your brows before you smiled up at him,

“Thank you, Carlos.”

“Oh,” he chuckled before he made his way to the kitchen, “No need to thank me.”

You wiped some more tears away before you stood up, Carlos standing in front of you now with two glasses filled with probably very expensive red wine, making you gasp.

“Only one glas, cariño, c'mon,” he smiled at you, basically pressing the glass filled with the alcoholic beverage already in your hand without giving you a chance to say anything.

You chuckled and flashed him a wide smile before you mumbled a quick 'okay', both of you saying a quiet 'cheers' before you emptied your glasses, Carlos closely watching you while you just enjoyed the wine.

“Wow,” you spoke up as you handed him the glass, “That was a really good one, not gonna lie…definitely needed that one,” he laughed at your statement, cleaning the glasses while you just stood in the big kitchen, slowly blinking your eyes.

Carlos turned his head and looked back at your slightly stumbling figure. And if you weren’t hallucinating, you could have sworn that you saw him smirking at you.

You gulped before you released a deep breath, smiling in his direction, or at least you tried to smile in his direction, “That w-was a s-strong one,” you chuckled before you heard Carlos chuckling as well, making you furrow your brows as you felt like the entire room was spinning around you, groaning as you squeezed your eyes shut.

“Oh really?” He asked you, honestly, you were very surprised that you were even still able to understand him.

You swallowed before you touched your head, desperately trying to stop the spinning, “Y-Yeah, a very, very s-strong one, c-carlos,” you whined out, gulping a second time.

you blinked another time, and another time — and this time, your helping neighbour stood right in front of you.

“C-Carlos, I don’t feel,” you breathed out as you felt like you were on the brink of fainting, “so g-good,” you finished your sentence, quickly falling straight into the arms of the Spaniard, passing out in his warm embrace.

Carlos sighed after he caught you, “Each time I see you, you really do get prettier mi cariño.”

- - -

Waking up with a headache, with the feeling of a bit of dizziness and ropes around your wrists and ankles, was definitely something new for you.

Desperately, you tried to get free by tugging on the ropes that are attached to the wooden bedposts but no matter how hard you tugged on them, I didn’t work, there was no chance for you to escape any of this.

“Oh, you’re awake,” Carlos suddenly spoke up, making you lift your head and look with wide eyes at your Spanish neighbour. You gulped before you spook up with a trembling voice,

“C-Carlos,” you nervously breathed out, furrowing your brows as he stood next to your tied up figure, fingertips now gently running up and down your bare leg since he only left you in your underwear. “W-What is g-going on?” You asked him as you felt his hand creeping closer to your barely covered pussy.

Carlos only grinned down at you before he answered your question, “Let’s play a little guessing game, alright?” He tilted his head to the side, waiting for your answer.

Suddenly, Carlos pulled a little but sharp pocket knife out of his pocket, opening it, clearly wanting to make sure that you know how serious he is about his 'little guessing game', so you quickly nodded your head.

“Good,” he replied before he went on, “Do you think that… a man, send you those letters?” He asked you curiously, making you slowly nod, “okay,” he nodded along your silence answer, “Do you think that the man that send you those letters, knows you? I mean, like, has seen you before in person?”

You gulped before you nodded again, briefly squeezing your eyes shut as his big fingers started to circle your clit,

“Do you think that you know him?” Carlos asked you, briefly focusing his gaze onto his moving fingers now before he looked back at you.

You nodded again as tears build up in your eyes, hands tightly gripping the ropes as you felt like you were getting close to your release.

He nodded along again, “okay,” he quietly muttered, “Listen, I’ll give one last hint, alright?” Carlos asked you, making you quickly nod again,

“He said that if he gets you in his hands one day, he will never let you go, he promised you that,” he told you with a wicked smile on his lips right before you widened your eyes, tears gliding down your heated cheeks as he made you come through your panties with the tip of his fingers.

You wildly trashed around as you gasped and choked on your cries, sniffling and whining while Carlos slowed his movements down, eyes still looking at your face. He groaned,

“Just like that, mi cariño, that’s my good girl,” he whispered before he asked you, “Who do you think wrote those letters now?”

You gulped with fresh tears in your eyes as you looked up at him, squeezing your eyes shut as the realisation came over you, “Y-You did.”

He nodded, “That’s right, smart girl,” he quietly replied with a smile as his fingers left your pussy, gliding down to you ankles now,

“Since you were so smart and won the little game, I’ll get you out of those ropes now, okay?” He raised his brows as he lowered the little knife towards your ankle.

You barely had enough time to nod before he already removed the ropes around your ankles, quickly freeing your hands as well, giving you the ability to slowly sit up and look at him,

“What do we say? Thought you were so smart, baby.”

You gulped with tears in your eyes, “T-Thank you,” you slowly and softly replied, making him proudly smile down at you,

“No problem,” he replied with a nod of his head.

Then, Carlos stepped away from the bed, taking a few steps backwards until his back almost hit the door, making you furrow your brows before you wiped some of your tears away, focusing your gaze on his movements.

Carlos wiggled his pointer and middle finger in his direction, “C'mere,” he demanded in a quiet but stern tone, making you gulp before you stood up as well and slowly took cautious steps in his direction.

As soon as you were right in front of your fucked up neighbour, Carlos raised his head, clearly showing you that he’s visibly taller than you, making you feel unbelievably small in front of his broad figure.

“Get on your knees.”

You opened your mouth as you raised your head and looked up at the Spaniard, biting your lip as new tears made their way into your already wet eyes, “Oh no, no, no, mi cariño,” Carlos suddenly spoke up in a way softer tone as he cupped your cheeks, wiping some of the tears with the pad of his thumb away, “Está bien, solo ponte de rodillas por mí.” It’s okay, just get on your knees for me.

Without saying or doing anything else, you lowered yourself onto your knees since you were genuinely scared of him at the moment, knowing he could do anything he wants to you.

“Fuck,” Carlos mumbled under his breath, slowly running his finger through your hair, “Such a pretty sight, mi cariño,” he whispered in a deep tone while his other hand slowly unbuckled his belt, quickly freeing his very obvious erection.

You blinked some tears away since it all got so blurry by now, gulping again as he put the tip of his big cock in front of your still closed mouth.

“You know what to do, c'mon.”

Sniffling one last time, you opened your mouth, letting him shove himself into your mouth, hearing him groan and moan as he shoved himself so far into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat, making you gag around him.

“C'mon,” Carlos whined a bit, faking a pathetic pout as you just focused yourself on breathing through your nose, “J-Just like that, f-fuck yes,” he groaned as you squeezed your eyes shut and took him as far as you possibly could, briefly making him smile down at you.

“Buena chica.” Good girl.

You whined around his big, wide dick, fingers squeezing his navy blue slacks as fresh tears blurred your vision again as you looked up at him while he forced himself down your throat.

Your neighbour groaned as he caught your gaze, briefly chuckling under his breath as he noticed your smudged mascara under your eyes. Suddenly, he quickly removed himself from you, having a tight grip on your head by the roots of your hair, “Apologise,” he demanded in a deep tone, making you furrow your brows as you sniffled.

“W-What?” You spoke up in a quite and unsure tone, “For what, c-carlos?”

Carlos threw his head back before he growled, harshly grabbing your head and forcing your face towards his erection again, mercilessly shoving his cock into your mouth and down your throat, making you gag again.

But he only forced himself for a split seconds down your throat, then he pulled out again and forced you to look up at him, “Apologise,” he harshly repeated but you were still confused.

You whined, “F-For wh-” but before you were able to finish your sentence, Carlos forced his cock down your throat again, holding your head in that exact position for a few seconds before he let you go and pulled away again, groaning as he did so while you only whined and sniffled, quickly wiping some of your tears away.

His next move suprised you a bit, Carlos slowly bended down so he was eye level with you and wiped your tears away, pouting a bit and actually looking sad and sorry, “Do you really don't know what I mean?” He asked you in a rather kind tone, quickly making you shake your head as he wiped new tears away, stroking your cheeks afterwards.

He slowly nodded, “okay mi cariño, I’ll give you a hint again, alright?” He tilted his head to the side before you nodded your head, “o-okay.”

“What did you do with the first letters after you’ve read them?” Carlos asked you in a deep but kind tone, making you bit your lip as you through about what you’ve done after you’ve opened them and read them — and then it made click.

“I-I threw them a-away,” you slowly answered as soon as Carlos rose to his feet again, sternly looking down at you now, “exactly,” he nodded.

You gulped before you squeezed your eyes shut and quickly spoke up, smiling a tiny bit to make it seem more believable, “I am s-so sorry, c-carlos,” you wildly claimed, “I regret t-throwing them a-away! I swear t-that as soon as I-I'm home, I’m g-gonna get them o-out of the trash b-bin and f-frame them in my b-bedroom, I promise!”

Carlos only furrowed his brows and confusingly tilted his head to the side, “As soon as you're home? Mi cariño, you are at home! And don’t worry baby, I’m gonna go over to your house then and get them out of the trash bin for you and frame them myself,” he proudly told you, “and then we can hang them up! Either in the living room or the bedroom, wherever you want pretty girl,” carlos stated with a small smile as you gulped before you slowly nodded,

“O-Okay,” you answered before Carlos spoke up again, “Does that sound good for you, baby?”

You quickly nodded, “Y-Yes carlos,” you said, “sounds g-great.”

He stroked your cheek, briefly bending down to kiss the top of your head, “Perfect, I love you,” he claimed with a happy smile.

You looked up at him, briefly furrowing your brows before you replied, “I l-love you t-too.” You mumbled as you leaned into the touch of his palm with salty tears in your eyes.

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Hi ! Can we have headcanon about Carlos and Michaela's relationship ? Thank you so much ♡♡♡

NOW PLAYING: michaela & carlos headcanons. ✼. view:⠀masterlist⠀⸻⠀join the taglist⠀⸻⠀request.

ironically it took a while for them to speak to each other after michaela's first race in 2019

on michaela's end, she was partially intimidated by the spaniard with a hidden temper and luxurious hair

as for carlos, he just wasn't interested in speaking to the rookie with a constant storm of media, expectation, and scrutiny surrounding her at every waking moment

between awkward nods in the media pen and the weird back-and-forth following and unfollowing on instagram, any hope for true interaction was very limited

those hopes were destroyed altogether after michaela went wide on a turn, taking carlos with her, during the 2021 canadian grand prix

despite carlos immediately jumping out of his car to charge after michaela (and her literally shaking in fear at the sight of him) this was the start of a beautiful friendship

endless talking, somehow never run out of stuff to say

mess mess mess

the two dumb bitches telling each other "exactly"

constantly gossiping about the drama on the grid

can and will tell each other about someone else's business and add a quick little "but who am i to judge" at the end as if it changes the fact that they are absolutely judging

each other's biggest bullies, with love <3

carlos sr and reyes ADORE michaela, she's practically an honorary sainz at this point

very much padel in the spring, yachting in the summer, and pretending not to know each other on race weekends (they cannot maintain their friendship while also being competitors)

so dramatic

soft launched their FRIENDSHIP over the course of two years before hard launching at blanca's wedding

shocked everyone except lando who has always been painfully aware of how much michaela prefers carlos to him

fernando thought they were dating for an uncomfortably long time before michaela publicly shut that rumor down by violently gagging into her microphone (carlos thought that was hilarious)

carlos is unsuccessfully teaching michaela spanish and is somehow shocked she picked up all the ways to cuss him out and not anything else of necessity

once helped her dye her hair the day before qualifying in monaco

needless to say, it was tucked underneath her cap the entire weekend

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like a moth to a flame / c. sainz

carlos sainz x fem! latina! bartender! oc!

faceclaim: camila morrone

a/n: hi. my first language is spanish, not english, so there are most likely spelling errors. if you like it, please tell me so i can keep writing things like this.

Carlos Sainz had just turned twenty years old. And to commemorate this moment, his closest friends decided to introduce him to a traditional ritual of adulthood: visiting a local club. Carlos was elated and equally nervous. The idea of visiting a club seemed extremely tempting. However, he did not expect the extraordinary encounter that would await him that night.

Upon entering the club, Carlos couldn't help but notice the fascinating atmosphere. The incandescent glow of the neon lights and the neutral-colored walls that followed the r&b music playing in the place created an attractive scene. In the middle of all that, like a red rose among thorns, was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen: Catalina Muñoz. He just couldn't take his eyes off her all night.

With her beautiful brown skin, her hazel eyes, her dyed blonde hair, and beautiful lips Catalina was a sight to behold. Carlos was drawn to Catalina like a moth to a flame. He found every one of her movements incredibly attractive: the way she served drinks skillfully, how she communicated with customers, and how she carried herself with grace. It was irresistible to him.

Overwhelmed by her magnetism, Carlos mustered up the courage to walk towards the bar. By engaging in a conversation with her filled with flirtatious comments, Carlos little by little built a surprising relationship with Catalina. His playful banter was met with Catarina's lively charm and witty repartee. The chemistry and tension between them was palpable.

With each passing minute, the bar faded into the background. Carlos found himself trapped in Catalina's captivating aura. They seemed isolated from the rest of the world, as they continued their faint smiles and playful banter.

A gleam in Catalina's eyes revealed her hidden interest in Carlos. Her prolonged eye contact and her continued initiative to engage him in conversation all spelled a silent confession of her attraction to him.

However, as two-thirty in the morning approached, Catalina announced the end of her shift. With a hint of mischief, she mentioned her availability to spend some time together on a warm night in the heat of Madrid. A proposal that Carlos accepted with enthusiasm.

As the night came to an end, Carlos escorted Catalina back to her apartment. He hesitated at her for a moment before leaning in to kiss her and she met his lips eagerly. Carlos couldn't believe his luck. And he knew this was the start of something special.

Thus, a visit to a seemingly normal club became an extraordinary night. A night of low expectations blossomed into a basket of unforgettable memories. Carlos's first experience in a club was truly memorable. He mingled with new faces; But the most important thing is that he met Catalina, the woman of his life, in a meeting that he would cherish forever. His birthday outing ended up giving him a cherished memory and a new feeling thanks to the intriguing and beautiful barista.

[hookhausenschips]

Fast Lanes: Crossing Worlds

Narrative: Follow Y/N, a fearless street racer from Barbados, as she visits the 2023 F1 Grand Prix in Singapore. Catching the attention of top drivers, she navigates flirtation, rivalry, and the allure of professional racing while staying true to her street-racing roots. What adventures lie ahead for them? What are the chances of them seeing her again? (This takes place over the course of the ending of the 2023 season and maybe into the 2024 season)

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Speeding Bonds: A Sainz Siblings Story

This is my first F1 fanfiction, and I'm excited to share it with you all! It's a bit short, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Your feedback means a lot to me, so if you like what you read, let me know! If there's interest, I'll definitely add more to the story. Thanks for taking the time to check it out!

Character: Name: Ji-min Sainz Age: 23

Background: Ji-min was adopted from South Korea into the Sainz family when she was just a baby. Growing up in Spain, she was immersed in Spanish culture but always felt a connection to her Korean roots. She has a warm relationship with her adoptive family.

Ji-min discovered her passion for music at a young age and pursued it fervently. She auditioned for a talent agency in Barcelona and was selected to be a part of a five-member girl group called "Eclipse." Despite her busy schedule as a K-pop idol.

Meanwhile, her older Carlos Sainz Jr. was making a name for himself in the world of Formula 1 racing. Their paths rarely crossed due to their different careers and lifestyles, but Ji-min secretly followed Carlos's races, feeling proud of his achievements yet also envious of the attention and recognition he received.

As Ji-min's popularity as a K-pop idol soared, she kept her family background a secret, fearing that it might overshadow her own accomplishments and potentially cause unwanted attention. However, deep down, she yearned to connect with her brother.

The story:

SMS

Ji-min: Hey Carlos, it's Ji-min. Hope you're doing awesome today! 🌟

Carlos: Ji-min! What's up, little sis? 😄 Everything good on your end?

Ji-min: Yeah, all good here! Hey, I was actually wondering... would it be cool if I came to one of your races? I've been dying to see you in action, big bro! 🏎️💨

Carlos: Of course it's cool, Ji-min! I'd love to have you there cheering me on. But... are you okay with everyone knowing we're family? I mean, it's kind of a big deal to go public with this stuff.

Ji-min: Totally cool with it, Carli! I've been wanting to shout it from the rooftops for ages. 😄 Plus, I'm super proud of you, big bro! Let's show the world what the Sains siblings are made of!

Carlos: Haha, you're the best, Ji-min! Thanks for always having my back. 😊 Alright then, I'll hook you up with a pass for the race. Get ready for the full VIP treatment!

Ji-min: Woo-hoo! VIP treatment, here I come! 🌟 Thanks a million, Carli. You're the best big bro a girl could ask for!

Carlos: Anytime, Ji-min! Can't wait to see you at the race, little sis. Get ready for some serious fun!

Ji-min: Counting down the days big bro! Vamos!

The day of the race:

At the Australian Grand Prix 2024

Ji-min made her way through the bustling crowds, the sun beating down on her as she walked. She was dressed in a simple sundress, a soft pastel blue that fluttered gently in the warm breeze. The fabric flowed loosely around her figure, offering comfort and ease as she navigated through the throngs of people.

A pair of oversized sunglasses shielded her eyes from the bright sunlight, partially concealing her face and adding a touch of mystery to her appearance. She pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail, strands of dark hair framing her delicate features.

Despite the casual attire, Ji-min moved with a graceful confidence, her steps light and purposeful as she weaved her way through the crowd. She kept her head down slightly, avoiding direct eye contact to minimize attention as she made her way towards the VIP area.

Occasionally, she caught snippets of excited chatter from nearby fans discussing the upcoming race and the drivers competing in it. Ji-min couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement coursing through her veins as she neared the entrance, her heart pounding with anticipation.

As she reached the designated entrance for VIP guests, Ji-min took a deep breath, her excitement bubbling beneath the surface. With a confident smile, she presented her pass to the security personnel and stepped inside, ready to witness her big brother's momentous victory firsthand.

Her eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of her brother. She was so absorbed in her search that she didn't notice the people around her, her gaze moving to her phone screen as she typed out a message to Carlos.

"Hey Carli, just arrived. Where are you? "

Lost in her phone, Ji-min didn't notice the figure approaching until it was too late. With a sudden jolt, she collided with someone, nearly dropping her phone in the process.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, looking up to see who she had bumped into.

Standing before her was none other than Lando Norris, one of the drivers competing in the race. Ji-min's eyes widened in surprise, recognizing him instantly from his racing gear and signature smile.

Lando grinned apologetically, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "No worries! "

Ji-min nodded, feeling a blush creeping up her cheeks. Sorry for not paying attention."

Lando chuckled, waving off her apology. "Not a problem at all." giving her a friendly nod before continuing on his way.

As Ji-min watched him disappear into the crowd, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement coursing through her veins. Little did she know, her encounter with Lando was just the beginning of an unforgettable day at the races.

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Ji-min's heart raced as she finally spotted her brother amidst the hustle and bustle of the Ferrari garage. Carlos stood surrounded by his team, his familiar smile lighting up his face as he greeted them with enthusiasm.

"Carli!" Ji-min exclaimed, weaving her way through the crowd until she reached him. "There you are! I've been looking all over for you."

Carlos turned towards her, his eyes lighting up with delight as he caught sight of his little sister. "Ji-min! I'm so glad you made it!" he exclaimed, pulling her into a tight embrace.

Wrapped in her brother's arms, Ji-min felt a rush of warmth and contentment wash over her. It had been too long since they last saw each other, and she cherished every moment they spent together.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," Ji-min replied, pulling back to look at Carlos with a beaming smile.

They spent the next few minutes catching up, exchanging stories and sharing laughs as they soaked in the atmosphere of the race day. Ji-min couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as she watched her brother interact with his team, his passion for racing shining through in every word and gesture.

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[amberjazmyn]

you look(ed) happier 💔🫶

pairing : carlos sainz jr x fem!reader & male oc x fem!reader

summary : with the lyrics of ed sheeran's "happier" we find out the love story/breakup/re-get-together of carlos sainz jr and valencia perez

warnings :  kinda sad, mentions/actions of domestic relationship abuse (not by carlos), but it does get better, single x carlos, may mention carlos' current girlfriend but she is not with carlos in this fic and some dodgy spanish google translations

a/n : because i still don't have any original ideas, i'm going back to one of my old one-shots that i've done a couple of times before. 

walking down 29th and park, i saw you in another's arms.

carlos sainz jr couldn't help but feel his heart slightly sinking low into his chest as he noticed his now ex-girlfriend from back home in spain, valencia perez, in singapore for the grand prix in another man's arms as carlos went into the paddock, slightly out of the mclaren garage for some fresh air just before the race was going to start. the worst part of this whole thing for carlos, now that his ex had left him, was that she seemed to be following the rest of the formula one season but not just that, she was doing it with her apparent new boyfriend. this meant that it wasn't just valencia coming to watch the races around the different countries, her new boyfriend was also going to be there and was going to have to be introduced to carlos since he and valencia were still close friends, not having the heart or the hate in them to drop contact with each other. carlos never hated valencia after the two of them broke up, no way, he couldn't ever hate his childhood best friend, he was honestly grateful that valencia had still travelled all this way to support him during each grand prix even though she was no longer with carlos. except, the thing that threw him off was the fact he had never imagined or prepared himself to see her do that with another guy.

only a month we've been apart, you look happier.

the thing though, that hurt carlos over anything else was that this new boyfriend made valencia look so much happier, happier than she ever seemed to be when she was with carlos. lando, carlos' teammate from mclaren and closest friend had suddenly noticed why carlos was looking off into the distance, the englishman trying to get the spaniard to come back into the garage - the spaniard whacking lando's hand away, carlos couldn't help but notice something else that he so desperately missed about valencia - her laugh.

once again, carlos' heart almost closed in on his chest as he watched and heard her laugh. he didn't know what to do, i mean, who would know what to do in this situation? lando certainly didn't know, he felt inexplicably guilty and devastated for his best friend. lando was still dating his girlfriend lusia whereas, carlos had his heart broken because unfortunately, valencia and carlos broke up for reasons that, at the time, seemed appropriate and it seemed like the both of them were on the same page at the time. and, all of a sudden, lando watched as his best friend was devastated over the thought of seeing his ex and his best friend cosying up to another man only after what seemed to be a month after carlos and she had broken up.

saw you walk inside a bar, he said something to make you laugh.

there was still an hour before the actual race so, carlos watched as valencia and her new beau strolled over to an open bar in the paddock but, not before the guy made a truly horrendous joke. a joke that carlos knew that if he had said it, valencia would have given him a disappointed face as though she was the embarrassed kid of carlos. but because it was this new man that had said it, it had made valencia laugh out loud. so loud that carlos and lando heard it from across the garage and so did everyone else that was walking past them and everyone else on carlos and lando's side of the garage and paddock. both of them, carlos and lando, saw how happy valencia was and it truly devastated both of them, their shoulders sinking to their regular positions as carlos tried to look away.

"...val, i have a joke for you..." the still unidentified new beau of valencia's asked, valencia smiled, nodding her head as the man continued

"...what would you get if a dinosaur kicked you in the rear end?" he asked, his voice already cracking with laughter and he hadn't even finished the joke - carlos almost puking because he hated how close the guy was to valencia

"i dunno, what do you get?" valencia sort of laughed, not like an excited or happy laugh but, the laugh carlos would usually hear when he'd try to tell her a joke so, for a second, carlos did have hope that she wouldn't laugh at the guys joke but, that was until he said the punchline of the joke

"you get a megasoreass!" and just as carlos and lando (shockingly) didn't laugh at the joke, they hoped and prayed valencia wouldn't laugh but, she did, she laughed at the utterly horrendous joke that her date had made

and she laughed wholeheartedly, with her whole body, her head flying backward as her hand rested on the man's chest and her head then moved to lean on it so she could control herself.

"oh, that was a kicker! that was actually really funny!" valencia's voice went high-pitched as her voice broke and her spanish accent came out stronger from her laughing fit, wiping away a tear from her eye as the two then walked into the bar

and it was at that moment that carlos knew he really couldn't stand watching those two anymore, even though he still absolutely adored valencia, he knew it wouldn't do him any good if he continued to focus on her when it was clear she had moved on completely whilst he still was hung up on her.

i saw that both your smiles were twice as wide as ours yeah, you look happier, you do.

it wasn't rocket science for anyone to see that carlos knew that valencia's smile was twice as wide as the ones she smiled when she was with carlos and it made him feel sick to his stomach. it hurt the spaniard terribly to know that possibly, this new boyfriend of valencia's was everything that carlos wasn't and that he couldn't make her happier as this new man did in comparison. carlos' heart felt like it was being crushed and this pain wasn't just a metaphorical pain, oh no, it was such a physical pain that carlos' face started to scrunch up in pain as he would wince occasionally.

thankfully, it didn't take lando that long to convince carlos that they needed to return back to the garage and away from the doors of the open paddock so that carlos wasn't putting himself through more pain, especially due to the fun that they would be having during their race that was still to occur in the next hour. however, carlos couldn't help but wait until valencia and this new boyfriend had gone further away into the bar before he moved so that he could have one last look at her before the slight possibility of him catching eyes with her tonight during the showcase.

ain't nobody hurt you like i hurt you, but ain't nobody love you like i do.

despite the slight privacy that carlos and valencia both had about their lives, not really the type to overshare whilst being in the public eye of the formula one fans and the fans of high-end models since valencia was a well-known model, it had become gossip basically the moment that the slight possibility that carlos and valencia had broken up being true was announced. and then, their breakup was announced and like the rumours, it was on the front page of nearly every single gossip site involved with f1 and all the vogue magazines and sites online that carlos and valencia had broken up and that it was "messy" and that there was apparently a cheating scandal involved or something completely dramatic. however, that was the furthest from the actual reality of what actually went down and the reason why the famous couple broke up. they decided, carlos and valencia, because it had gotten so bad that they were going to put out a statement explaining the full truth as to why they were breaking up. deciding a video interview was the best point of call since a written interview can mean words being twisted and misinterpreted to make one person sound better or worse than the other. so, with carlos' manager and valencia's representative, the ex-couple sat down together for their interview in hopes to clear the air about why they decided to break up. 

they hated that everything else that was being spread across the gossip sites and social media was false and decided that it was best for the words to come from the two of them themselves. because, in actuality, the breakup was mutual between the two and it was made clear from the very beginning that if they were going to find someone new, it was okay and that the two of them would and are always the best of friends, no matter what. they both meant the world to each other and there was no way they could remove the other from their life. to them, what they said in their own words was that they were each other's right person but it was the wrong time and, it broke carlos and valencia's hearts to break up with each other despite how mutual it was because of how much they loved and still love each other. the only reason why valencia and carlos broke up was that it seemed like it was the case of they were the right person for each other but, it wasn't the right time and that was why it was so painful for the both of them.

"...hey, carlos, you know that it wasn't either you or valencia's fault as to the reason why you two broke up?" lando spoke softly as he watched, keeping an eye on his still heartbroken friend sulk over watching his ex who was still his best friend, who he still loved dearly, look way happier with the new guy than she ever did with him

"i...i know lando, it just, hurts seeing her look so much happier with someone else..." carlos sniffled solemnly, resting his hands on his chin as lando rubbed his best friend's back

"...it does hurt, carlos, i know that but, don't forget that, sure val has a new man but, she still loves you so much and only wants the best for you. and i think that's why she's flown all the way over here, to sinagpore from spain, to support her best friends as they...we...try to win the race. of course, though, it is really sucky for me, max, charles, daniel and the other drivers to see she's moved on with someone else but, we all have to just look past that and be glad that she's still here.  trust me, from someone who's with the girl who i was best friends with beforehand, it'll get better and, who knows, maybe one day, she'll realise that this happy with this guy isn't the happy she wants and, she'll find her way back to you..." lando smiled softly, trying to convince carlos who just nods his head in response although, it was still quite difficult to believe his best friend

promise that i will not take it personal, baby if you're moving on with someone new.

carlos promised, basically pinky promised, the day that he and valencia broke up, that he wouldn't take it personally and be that arsehole ex-boyfriend if valencia was to find someone new and move on. he knew that valencia was bound to move on quickly anyway so, he made a promise not to take it personally (as did she) and that just because she's moved on quickly, it doesn't mean that she wasn't grateful or faking any of her feelings towards carlos or acting as though it was nothing. because, honestly, valencia was on cloud nine throughout her whole relationship with carlos, it was just honest to god the timing for the both of them always seemed to get in the way of their schedules as a formula one driver and a model, not their chemistry.

"...if there is anything you two would like to say to the other, what is the one thing you'd tell them? valencia, i'll ask you first...this isn't being filmed by the way so it's not going to be aired..." a formula one reporter asked as valencia smiled softly and nodded her head, holding carlos' hand tight - the two of them relaxed knowing whatever they said next wouldn't be included in the aired interview

"...carlos, me prometes algo?" valencia spoke up small in spanish, feeling lowkey embarrassed that she would be repeating the very same thing she had told him when they originally broke up as carlos lifted his head from the floor and nodded his head carlos, do you promise me something?

the two twenty-somethings had already broken up with each other privately but, now, they were having to explain why they were breaking up in an aired interview that wasn't in their native spanish. thankfully though, this personal moment, like the interviewer already mentioned, wasn't being filmed so therefore it wouldn't be included in the aired interview. and they were thankful for that because it was now getting emotional and both of them were teary-eyed and the interviewer felt awful that he had to be the one interviewing them all because of all the rumours that surrounded their break-up. the reason why they broke up wasn't that they weren't in love with each other anymore or because they were never best friends, that's absolutely wrong. they were breaking up because they were young and they were celebrities who were right for each other but started their relationship at the wrong time. that's all it was, they still love each other but, that was the reason why carlos and valencia had broken up, if breaking up now was the thing that could save their special thing and then find it later on then that's what they were going to do because they didn't want to ruin it by continuing to pursue their relationship during this time.

"siempre, val, qué pasa?" carlos sniffled softly as valencia's hand ghosts over carlos' as the formula one reporter felt sick to his stomach, he hated that he had been picked to do this but, he couldn't run now, he had to stay considering the interview wasn't technically finished even though the camera had been turned off always, val, what is it?

"prométeme que si sigo adelante con alguien nuevo no lo tomarás como algo personal ni me odiarás por ello?" valencia only gulped as she kept her eyes looking at carlos, as he nodded his head promise me that if i do move on with someone new, you won't take it personally and hate me for it?

"sí prometo. te amo demasiado para odiarte," carlos choked out in a whisper, more tears building in his eyes as he breathed in, asking valencia a question yes, i promise. i love you too much to hate you.

"puedes prometerme algo?" carlos whispered back, clearing his throat as valencia nodded her head, her hand touching carlos' as they kept eye contact with each other can you promise me something?

"claro, siempre, qué es?" valencia questioned softly, only wishing she and carlos didn't have to do the interview due to the rumours online that twisted their words and truth just for clicks and likes of course, always, what is it?

"soy...bueno, todavía somos mejores amigos? incluso si puedes salir con alguien más después de mí?" it was this question that broke carlos' heart to say as finally, a tear rolls down his cheek as he closes his eyes, valencia breathing deeply so she wouldn't cry her tears as she wipes carlos' tear away am i...well, are we still best friends? even if you may date someone else after me?

smiling softly with a head nod, valencia responded, "por supuesto, seguiremos siendo mejores amigos, carlitos! i've known you my whole life, i could never throw away our entire relationship and friendship just because we dated the right people but at the wrong time. i couldn't ever remove you from my life, you're way too special to me, i can't do that and i will never do that..." valencia paused, going from spanish to then english as she wiped away more of carlos' silent tears as he nodded his head, understanding valencia which made her feel better of course, we're still gonna be best friends, carlitos!

"...even if i do end up dating someone else and if you end up dating someone else, i am always a phone call away or a short drive away if you ever need anything and, i know if i was in a similar situation, you'd be there waiting for me too," valencia smiled and carlos nodded his head as his lip trembled, another single tear slipping down his cheek as he giggled in embarrassment, wiping it away himself

thankfully, the f1 reporter just had to finalise a couple more things with the two before the interview was to be edited and published. and, hopefully, after that it would only be the truth about carlos and valencia's relationship and breakup which was going to be talked about. 

'cause baby you look happier, you do, my friends told me one day, i'll feel it too.

it still seemed impossible for carlos to get it out of his head that valencia seemed to look happier with her new boyfriend after the break-up and honestly, whilst he was proud of her, it still hurt and was a hard thing to just shake off. it honestly did sort of scare carlos that he thought that he was maybe getting replaced and that maybe, he was actually losing his best friend when it was considered that he still didn't know what this new boyfriend was like in relation to knowing about boy-best friends for his girlfriends.

"oi, carlos, we need to get ready, the mechanics are asking for us so, when we see valencia stay calm, okay?" lando announces to carlos, patting his shoulder as the spaniard nods his head

"yes, lando, i understand, i'm not a five-year-old!" carlos, with a sassy attitude, rolls his eyes as he chuckles, making lando smile at the attitude and eye-roll

"i know, carlos, forgive me but, i just don't want you getting hurt, that's all!" lando suddenly went serious as carlos smiled and pulled his best friend in for a hug

"thanks, muppet, i do appreciate it," carlos smiled into his best friend's shoulder and lando smiled too, exhaling slightly as he pats his best friend on the back

"no worries, buddy. i know how much you and valencia loved and still love each other. it is hard when a couple like you two, that are the right couple, break up due to it being the wrong time," lando smiles softly, the two men pulling out of the hug as they started to hear the commotion of the excitement of the upcoming race from their garage

and until then i'll smile to hide the truth, but i know i was happier with you.

all that was left for carlos to do in regards to getting ready for the race was his jumpsuit, however, it seemed as if from the knock at the door, that wasn't going to be happening just yet. with a small sound of acknowledgement that carlos was fully dressed, the door opened to reveal max with a sly smile on his face. confusing carlos, he smiled confusedly at him because the drivers are typically not allowed in each other's team garages before hearing what his fellow and rival teammate had to tell him. 

"carlos, just to let you know, a special someone has decided to come into the mclaren garage and she's got someone with her..." max smiled in the excitement that two of his best friends were going to reunite but, was not so happy that another man was going to be in that equation

"...valencia has come into mclaren?" carlos questions, his voice suddenly small and timid, exactly opposite to the usual loud, boisterous and confident voice that he always had as max smiled empathetically, nodding his head - only knowing what lando had told him from earlier on

"yes, she has and she's honestly so excited to see you so, can i?" max questioned, his head slightly tilted at the door, asking his former torro rosso teammate for permission and carlos smiled as his fingers found their way to his fireproofs 

max nearly jumped in excitement as he rushed over to open carlos' door to let valencia and her new boyfriend in to visit carlos before rushing out himself after one last hug to his old friend before leaving for his red bull garage. the former boyfriend and girlfriend are now just staring at each other in awe. it had felt like nearly years ago that valencia had seen carlos' garage room within the larger mclaren garage at a grand prix when really it was maybe a couple of months, not even? pretty much as soon as they broke up, valencia's new model contract with vogue spain started which meant that she had to part ways with carlos not just in their relationship but also because she was needed back at her modelling agency, that was until she remembered she had vacation days. and, it was during this model show that valencia and her new boyfriend had met, he had come on as a photographer for the model show and honestly, it still felt strange to her that when she introduced her boyfriend to people, she wasn't saying carlos.

"carlos!" valencia finally opened her mouth, carlos' name falling off her tongue effortlessly as if she never stopped saying it, carlos' face lighting up at seeing his best friend, her new boyfriend giving the best friends a strange look that carlos managed to catch from the corner of his eye

"hola, val! cómo estás? te he extrañado mucho!" carlos spoke excitedly, his native spanish effortless, the excitement of valencia finally visiting again starting to soak into the motorsport race driver as he pulls his best friend in for a hug hey, val! how are you, i've missed you so much!

placing her softly back to the ground, valencia responded also in their native spanish, "estoy fantástico, gracias carlos, cómo has estado? ha pasado como, cuánto, un mes desde la última vez que nos vimos y desde que me fui a mi nuevo trabajo como modelo?" the girl asked with a slight laugh in her breath as carlos nodded his head, a small giggle leaving his mouth as well i'm fantastic thanks carlos, how have you been? it's been like, what, a month since we last saw each other and since i left for my new modelling gig?

"sí... vaya, ha pasado un mes, eso es una locura," carlos spoke with a small whisper as he noticed the way valencia tried to grab her boyfriend but wasn't able to as he had suddenly and quietly left carlos' room without a word of acknowledgement of where it was he had left off to yeah...wow, it has been a month, that's crazy

"...ah y, por... por cierto, ese era mi novio, matteo..." valencia tried to smile but, it was obvious that carlos could see through it but decided against the questions for now oh and, by...by the way, that was my boyfriend, matteo

"...bueno, eso es bueno, val. cuánto tiempo llevan juntos ustedes dos, si no les importa que les pregunte?" carlos spoke softly, with hesitation as valencia tilted her head in confusion - was it three weeks or four weeks as it surely hadn't been a month well, that's nice, val. how...how long have you two been together for, if you don't mind me asking?

"uhh...yo...creo que tres semanas? así que no tanto..." valencia shyly smiles as carlos nodded his head, he felt slightly calm knowing that she hadn't moved on straight away otherwise that really would have broken carlos and wrecked him tenfold more uhh...i...i think three weeks? so, not that long

"...oh, está bien, eso es bueno, val. te trata bien, supongo?" carlos questioned as the two of them moved from the door to the couch that resided in carlos' room within the garage where the two of them used to have sex, sleep on together upon other things when valencia suddenly became nervous oh, okay, that's nice, val. he treats you well i'm assuming?

"uh... bueno, sí, supongo que sí. quiero decir, me hace reír mucho, supongo..." valencia stammered, her voice shaky and sounding unsure which confused carlos as earlier, nothing looked as though it was wrong or out of sorts uh...well, yeah i guess he does. i mean, he makes me laugh a lot, i guess

"...adivina? val...está matteo herido--" you guess? val...is matteo hurt--

"--hey sweetcheeks, who's-oh, you're car...christian? val's friend, right? hello, i'm matteo, her boyfriend," matteo suddenly introduced himself out of nowhere, his brash american accent cutting off carlos and calling him by the complete wrong name

although it annoyed him, carlos still smiled curtly with a head nod, noticing basically straight away how uncomfortable valencia was getting but tried to hide it and spoke in english, "hey matteo, yeah, i'm carlos, valencia's best friend. so anyway, are you excited about the race tonight considering you guys flew all the way over here from spain?" carlos questioned, also getting an uncomfortable feeling from matteo as valencia enthusiastically nodded her head whilst matteo just hits her with a dirty look and rolled his eyes at the correction of carlos' name

"very excited, carlitos, you always drive amazingly during the races and, i just couldn't resist flying to singapore to watch the grand prix, especially since you've done so well recently," valencia gushed as she smiled, making carlos smile as he bit his lip at his best friend's excitement to return to a grand prix after breaking up with one of the drivers only a month ago - showing that there was genuinely no bad blood between the f1 grid and the exes

"aw, thanks valencia, i knew you'd say that, but matteo, are you looking forward to it?" carlos smiles at valencia as he then pointed the same question to matteo who just gave a half-hearted nod

"i mean, this was the grand prix that valencia couldn't stop talking about and it makes her happy seeing the race so, might as well enjoy it for myself as well, right?" matteo lazily shrugs as valencia and carlos awkwardly laugh as he then leaves again, valencia and carlos both letting out breaths they hadn't even realised they'd been holding onto

this made valencia feel embarrassed, matteo had promised her he wouldn't act like this at all and it was obvious that carlos could sense the embarrassment as well. the two of them switching back to their native spanish to continue the conversation. 

 "yo...lo siento mucho por matteo, carlitos, él me prometió que no actuaría así para nada. de hecho, me dijo que estaba muy emocionado de ver el gran premio en vivo, así que no sé qué le pasa, lo siento..." valencia trailed off in a dejected voice, rubbing her arms together, a signal that carlos knew all too well that meant valencia was anxious i...i am so sorry about matteo, carlitos, he promised me he wouldn't act like this at all. he actually said to me that he was super excited to see the grand prix live so, i don't know what's gotten into him, i'm sorry

"...no te preocupes, valencia, está totalmente bien. qué tal si vamos a visitar a lando y a los demás conductores? estoy seguro de que los demás están allí con él y estarán muy emocionados de verte de nuevo. además, creo que matteo está preocupado por la gira que acaba de decidir darse a sí mismo y a otra chica..." carlos spoke as they turned to see matteo talking to a girl that had seemingly found her way out of the actual paddock and into the more closed off part and valencia nods her head in agreement don't worry, valencia, it's totally okay. how about we go visit lando and the other drivers? i'm sure the others are in there with him and they'll be so excited to see you again. besides, i think matteo's gotten himself preoccupied with the tour he's just decided to give to himself and another girl

grabbing her hand, carlos and valencia ran over to lando's corner of the mclaren garage, max, daniel, charles and some mclaren mechanics all just relaxing in the englishman's area before it was time for the race. carlos and valencia had reaced the area and everyone's eyes lit up in excitement as they had come to realise valencia's presence. 

"val!" they all screamed at the same time, the girl laughing as they had a group hug, forcing carlos into the hug as well which he reluctantly joined in with a small chuckle at his best friends/teammates/rivals 

"hey, guys! it's so nice to see you all again! i've missed you so much!" valencia said in excitement even though it had only been a month, the month felt longer as she then couldn't help but think that, maybe, carlos' energy about matteo has some truth to it 

"we've missed you too, val! anyway, where's your new boyfriend?" lando questions, pulling out of the group hug as valencia shrugged her shoulders when out of nowhere, matteo popped out from behind valencia

and, obviously, it scared her instead of making her happy and the f1 guys notice and it worries them. matteo, once again, ignores their reactions and introduces himself to the guys. all of the boys shared a displeased look after matteo seemed to just insert himself into the group after scaring his girlfriend.

"hi guys, i'm matteo, valencia's boyfriend, nice to meet you all," it was clear the smile was fake and he hated this, but at the same token, he was smiling because of the way he was forcefully holding valencia down, fear starting to build in her eyes

"hi, matteo," they all responded, slightly shocking matteo, whose expression doesn't change as everyone then comes forward to shake his hand, though none of them even wanted to associate themselves with the guy

since luisa, lando's girlfriend and the other girlfriends of the racers weren't in the room, the only people that needed to introduce themselves were the other four drivers since matteo and carlos had already met prior.

"i'm daniel,"

"i'm charles,"

"i'm lando,"

"and i'm max," they all introduced themselves and matteo just shook his head, pushing valencia forward out of nowhere as he once again departed the room, on his way to find the girl he was speaking to earlier during their little tour

and, matteo didn't even stop to give his girlfriend a single kiss or not even i love you val and that really made carlos and the other four guys raise their eyebrows.

and it obviously rattled valencia but, she tried to hide it, "umm, anyway...how have you guys all been since it has been a month since i last saw you all?" valencia spoke up with a meek smile, trying to defuse the awkward tension

"we've been great thanks, val. we have the wags with us for this grand prix so, it's not just the lads which has been fun. but, the wags have missed you dearly, and truthfully, so have we so, it's nice to see you again, val. but, what about you, how have you been?" daniel spoke up as valencia laughed, her eyes lighting up hearing that the other wags had travelled with them when she started to play with a strand of hair that carlos then placed behind her ear, making her nervous again as the former couple smiled at each other

"that's so great to hear, danny! i'll make sure to look for them in the crowd. and, i've uh, i've been good thanks, i...uh met matteo around four weeks ago in person but we'd been talking for a week before we met but we started dating three weeks ago so, umm, yeah, still quite new and it's been interesting as matteo is quite the guy but umm, it's fun," valencia really wasn't making her new boyfriend sound amazing just like she could do so easily with carlos, especially considering the relationship was so new but it was maybe for that reason as well that valencia was kind of selling her new boyfriend so short

"okay, okay, not that long but, have you guys said the l word to each other yet?" lando then asked as valencia awkwardly laughed again, her eyeline focused on her shoes for a second - carlos recognising that maybe something wasn't right but, like before, didn't push it further

"well, i...i have said it but, matteo, i think is just waiting for the right moment, ya know? maybe he just isn't ready yet as he did have a bad breakup before meeting me so, yeah..." valencia nodded her head with a smile, hoping to convince herself that she had nothing to worry about as the boys also nodded their heads, with some scepticism about matteo

valencia and the boys continued to catch up with one another for a little bit longer before it was signalled that it was coming up to twenty minutes before the red lights were to go out, meaning that valencia had to find matteo to take the two of them to their vip spot. 

"...it was so lovely catching up with you before the race val, but, we do have to go as we're about to get our twenty minute call but, chat after the race, yeah? remember where we always meet?" carlos asked as valencia nodded her head, her first real big smile covering her face

"ditto, carlos, it was lovely seeing you and the guys again. and, of course, i remember where we always meet, your bloody garage! it hasn't been years carlos!" valencia giggles as the both of them hug and go their separate ways - valencia back over to matteo and the vip box and carlos back over to his garage to finish the last few pieces of his race outfit before getting into the car

carlos couldn't help but remember how happy he was with valencia. valencia made carlos so much happier which was what made it tricky for him to understand how someone like matteo made valencia happier than he did. to carlos and his teammates who had heard, it seemed as if matteo was trouble and it worried them sick. worried them to the point where they thought that he might be an abusive boyfriend or if not now, will eventually get to that point.

ain't nobody hurt you like i hurt you, but ain't nobody need you like i do.

throughout the entire race, carlos couldn't help but worry about valencia and matteo. valencia mainly since it wasn't like he could keep an eye on them whilst he was racing cause that was physically impossible. but, he was glad that he made the decision to have them seated with his parents, carlos sr and reyes so they could keep an eye on them, matteo mainly. and, his parents agreed straight away. it was clear to them that carlos still needs her. carlos still felt like he had so much more to give to valencia, way more than matteo would be able to. especially considering how matteo just looked like he was bad news when you first make eye contact with the guy.

the race was starting to ramp up now since three different drivers had unfortunately DNF'd and carlos was one of them due to a scary-looking crash that had him plough through gravel and into the barrier. he was fine thank god, as watching the crash from the point of view where the sainz family and valencia and matteo were watching made it look worse than it actually was. thankfully, the only thing carlos came out of the crash with was minimal bruising on his body but also a little bit of a bruised ego. 

so, for the rest of the race, he watched the rest of it from the mclaren garage since he DNF'd with less than ten laps left of the race before it would be finished. after the race was finished and he finished his media duties, he straight away went over to his family who were sat with valencia and matteo. because he knew that they'd worry about him especially after seeing him crash out and get a DNF on a race he had such great qualifying results with. 

valencia could see carlos walk over to her, matteo and the sainz family and she was ready for what was to come next. 

carlos, as he walked over, made eye contact with valencia from her spot in the crowd, squashed up next to his mum, reyes. carlos was exhausted, he was upset that he DNF'd and he just needed to be comforted and the only person other than his parents that could do it was valencia. valencia knew that as well as she waited for carlos to get closer so she could open her arms to him. 

as carlos got closer to the arms of his best friend and family, it looked as though carlos was on the verge of tears if valencia looked closely enough and not just from DNF'ing out of the race. and it broke her heart, she hated the amount of pain she and carlos' breakup had on him. even though it was a mutual breakup, that didn't take away the pain that the both of them felt over it ending. valencia just wished she never gave it up with carlos, even though a part of her did love matteo and was glad she was dating him. 

suddenly, out of complete nowhere, valencia started crying when she and carlos finally fell into the long-awaited hug that felt so slow motion. carlos wished he didn't make valencia cry but, at the same token, he was glad it wasn't him that was crying otherwise, he knew how bad that would have made valencia feel. they then moved out of the hug so carlos could hug his parents and so it wouldn't look like too suspicious to the eagle eyes of the f1 onlookers and matteo. she had then gone to turn around to matteo to ask him for a tissue from her bag that he had offered to hold for her but, when she went to ask, he was nowhere to be seen. 

it freaked her out, not knowing where her boyfriend had gone but thankfully, ana, carlos' younger sister was right there to hand her a tissue that was from valencia's bag, valencia took notice that ana was now keeping her bag safe, not matteo. valencia was now back to thinking about whether or not it was a smart idea to bring matteo and maybe thinking whether or not she really did love him or if he actually loved her. or, if he was like carlos and possibly the rest of the f1 grid and the sainz family thought, was just an abuser and a troublemaker.

i know there's others that deserve you but darling i am still in love with you.

it didn't take rocket science to figure out that during the entire race that carlos knew he was focusing too much on valencia whilst still knowing he was still head over heels in love with her. whilst it was obvious to valencia and his teammates, it was shockingly something that every other f1 fan was just skimming over their heads, just assuming that carlos was just getting really emotional because of his DNF with only ten laps of the race left and that was why he was constantly paying more attention to one specific person rather than the rest of his team in ferrari like he usually would be. even though carlos knew that there were others that deserved valencia as he promised her, he still found it difficult to comprehend that she did move on because at the time they made that promise, they were both unaware of how quickly valencia would move on after the breakup. 

it wasn't until watching the media interviews as valencia watched carlos keep eye contact with her throughout the whole interview that it became clear to her that maybe, falling in love with matteo was dangerous. however, she still desperately tried hard to hide the newfound anxiety that arose in her as matteo then rejoined her, reyes, carlos sr, ana and blanca in the paddock and become suddenly possessive of her throughout the rest of the interview. especially considering carlos and the others in the grid could see her super easily and keep track of what was going on even though they were doing interviews and other things after the race before the podium ceremony 

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but i guess you look happier, you do. my friends told me one day i'll feel it too.

the podium ceremony for the singapore grand prix was now over, max, valterri bottas and lewis hamilton the top three on the podium. which meant that everyone was now leaving the circuit when valencia and matteo rushed back into the paddock to get to the mclaren garage, reyes, carlos sr, ana and blanca leaving moments earlier after getting recognised by literally every single security guard to find their way to carlos' area of the mclaren garage. seeing that her best friend's part of the garage was open, valencia saw her chance, running straight over to carlos in hopes to comfort him more after his loss from the unsuccessful race, adrenaline soaring through her bood. however, whilst valencia was rushing over to carlos' part of the garage, matteo was running after her trying to get her attention. 

"...val, can i please...have a second just to speak to you? it's serious and it can't really wait--"

skidding to a halt, valencia turned around to face her boyfriend, her face red as heavy breaths left her mouth, "--oh, sorry matteo but, i promised carlos i'd see him after the race and media interviews. i'll be very quick, i promise, can i please just catch up with him and his teammates and their partners? we can talk later, i promise!" valencia quickly interjected as, to be honest, she was wanting to speak to carlos and his teammates to get away from matteo who rolled his eyes before quickly noticing the security guard and smiled, nodding his head

"oh, darling, of course, you can! go, have fun with your friends, i'll just be over at the bar across the street to get us some drinks before the end of the night, okay? oh, also, tell carlos that i'm sorry about his DNF and everyone else that they did amazing! i love you, princess!" matteo smiled, giving valencia a kiss making her squeal that he finally told her he loved her - okay, maybe he wasn't so bad after all and she ran like a little kid as she and carlos locked eyes

"thanks, matteo! i love youuu!" valencia squeals out as she then runs over and sees carlos outside of his room, the two of them locking eyes

as some music started playing through the speakers of the circut, carlos and valencia ran over to each other in excitement. valencia jumps as carlos catches her and he spins the both of them around in a circle, something they hadn't done since their split.

"hey..." valencia trailed off, her switch to spanish effortless as she giggled as carlos held her tightly, the both of them slipping back into carlos' room, closing the door so no one, especially matteo would suspect the best friends

"...hola," carlos whispered back before in another short breath, whispered again, "sabes, extraño hacer eso contigo." he whispered again, softly placing valencia back on the ground as she giggled softly, lifting her head up, placing a loose strand of hair behind her ear hi. you know i've missed doing that with you?

"yo también... y, oh dios mío, lamento mucho tu abandono, lo has estado haciendo brillantemente, pero me alegro mucho de que estés bien! ese accidente me asustó muchísimo, me hiciste llorar! oh, también, matteo también me dijo que lamentaba tu abandono y que los demás lo hicieron increíble, así que, sí, bien hecho!" valencia consoled before smiling and hesitating when she mentioned matteo, something she had started to realise that she would do anytime in regards to mentioning him since they met and started dating i have as well...and, oh my god, i am so sorry about your DNF, you had been doing brilliantly but i'm so glad you're okay! that crash scared the living hell out of me, you made me cry! oh, also, matteo told me as well that he was sorry about your DNF and that the others did amazing so, um, yeah, well done!

and, all of this hesitation from valencia made carlos suspicious and think that maybe it was because valencia's scared of matteo but was at the same time so blinded by her love and infatuation for him that she finds her hesitation when she's around him or speaking about him to be normal. seeing this and now after being around, this was also now scaring carlos as much as it was potentially scaring valencia.

"oh, gracias valencia! pero, por favor, estoy bien y perdón por asustarte! me alegra que tú y matteo lo disfrutarais de todos modos. lo que me recuerda, dónde está? pensé que estaría contigo..." carlos asked in confusion but nevertheless was still excited that they were finally alone as valencia just smiled - sort of nervous to go back over knowing that she and matteo were going to have a hard chat because of the way she was acting around carlos and the rest of the grid oh, thank you, valencia! but, please, i'm okay and i'm sorry for scaring you! i'm glad you and matteo enjoyed yourselves nevertheless. which reminds me, where is he? i would've thought he would be with you

"...oh, umm, creo que dejó el circuito para ir al bar al otro lado de la calle a traernos algunas bebidas, así que dijo que me permitían venir y pasar un rato con ustedes, chicos." valencia smiled with excitement that she did get to hang out with her best friends oh, umm, i think he left the circut to go to the bar across the street to get us some drinks so, he said i was allowed to come and hang out with you guys for a little bit

"oh, mmm, está bien, genial! let's go back to lando's side as the rest of the drivers are there right now with our families then if matteo's allowed it," saying that made carlos' skin crawl and stomach churn in an undelightful way, in english and spanish - was matteo becoming obsessive of valencia? oh, umm, okay, cool!

"please, let's do that!" valencia spoke in english with what sounded like a hushed-out voice but carlos tried not to think too deeply about it as once again, just like this friends said, one day, carlos would feel the same joy that valencia's found with matteo and that one day soon, carlos is also going to move on

i could smile to hide the truth but i know i was happier with you.

the night of the circut being open was nearly coming towards its end and since meeting up with carlos, lando, max, daniel, charles and the sainz family, matteo had now returned with a couple of alcoholic drinks that he seemed to sneak into the circut with and had now started to become very touchy with valencia in the most uncomfortable way possible. but, just like carlos had been doing the entire time, valencia was smiling to hide away the truth of how she truly felt. obviously, because he was there, matteo had now joined the group and valencia as they were having their catch up and it was very uncomfortable. not just for carlos and the rest of the f1 gri and family but for valencia as well. mainly because matteo was being blunt, rude and possessive but he was also trying to cover it up and justifying it by saying he was just being protective of his girlfriend.

"...so, christian, you dated valencia for a brief period of time, how long was it?" matteo, once again, called carlos by the wrong name as he asked in a rude tone of voice which noticeably scared valencia, she had never seen matteo be so rude but assumed it was due to the alcohol and because he was curious?

fighting the urge to roll his eyes, carlos sighed, "it's carlos and yes, i did, valencia and i dated for three years..." the spaniard corrected the inebriated man as he smiled a small smile, hoping that his feelings were being hidden away and not so obvious

"...hmm...three years? is...is that what i have to beat baby doll?" matteo slurred as he started to nonconsensually kiss valencia's neck as she nervously gulped, trying to grab his face to get him to stop as everyone watched on with anger and worry

"yes matteo, three years and, i won't lie when i say those three years were bloody fucking fantastic. it was just the timing that killed us so it was the right person wrong time so i have no idea, maybe you and i could get to three years or beat it, matteo. however, we are still yet to get to a month so, be patient darling okay, be patient!" valencia spoke with a slight tone in her voice as she smiled, trying her hardest to act all lovey-dovey around him when she was uncomfortable, especially with the few drinks he was influenced by

"mmmkay babyy..." matteo slurred out again as he started to feel his hands around valencia yet again, the girl laughing uncomfortably, trying to hide the very noticeable fear in her eyes and body language even though she was in love with matteo - nonconsensual touching was still not okay if you were dating the person

"i love you, matteo, i really do but, we don't touch me in this way when we're in public, okay? especially in front of my best friend's and their parents! that's for our bedroom, got it?" the girl spoke through gritted teeth again, slapping matteo's hand away as the man started to sober up and he nodded his head

"okay baby, let's leave then, we can catch up with your friends and ex-boyfriend tomorrow! i still have something i need to tell you, remember?" matteo whispered as valencia nodded her head, whispering back to him asking if she could say just one final goodbye to everyone, nodding his head, matteo released his arms from valencia's waist

matteo then made it out of the paddock and out of the circut to wait by the car. valencia smiled again as she went over to carlos and the rest of the group to say her goodbyes. they all smiled as they hugged and chatted a little more. valencia and carlos were finally in front of each other again and valencia just smiled and went on her tippy toes as she pulled him in for a hug.

"thank you for the great night tonight, carlos. i truly think it was good for matteo and me to fly over here and see one of the races and for him to meet you guys. it seems as if he truly and thoroughly enjoyed it which was nice to hear and, yeah, see you again soon and if not soon, whenever it is you and the family return back to spain..." valencia was about to leave when she paused and turned back around, her body to tired to speak in spanish anymore today

"...i...umm, i know how hard it was for you to see me with matteo and the fact that i have moved on but, i'll always and i mean always love you carlos. those three years we were together were truthfully and honestly the best fucking time ever but, i'm with matteo now and, i am glad you and your family are okay with it..." valencia paused again as carlos nodded his head with a small smile on his face, he truthfully was glad she was happy again even though he did have some slight suspicions about the guy

"...okay, i really have to go now but, i love you loads carlos and, i'll see you around singapore if you don't have too quick of a turn around before the next race but, if not soon, i'll see you back home in spain i'm sure..." valencia blabbed out as she smiled and kissed carlos' cheek, his cheeks flushing a bright pink as he smiled back, his hand slightly grazing his cheek as valencia walked away

"...not a problem, valencia, it was nice seeing you too...i love you more..." carlos trailed off as he grazed his cheek that valencia kissed as he sighed - valencia really was in love with matteo, she really was happy with him

baby, you look happier you do, i knew one day you'd fall for someone new.

one month later, it seemed as if valencia and matteo were still dating... that is, what people who read the online articles and believe everything they see on social media thought that is.

vogue españa

MODEL AND EX-GIRLFRIEND OF FORMULA ONE'S CARLOS SAINZ JR SEEN WITH A NEW MYSTERY MAN

INES LORENZO | EDITOR DECEMBER, 2020

spanish model, valencia perez, the ex-girlfriend of formula one driver carlos sainz jr seen out with a mystery man at her older sister's wedding! it seemed like it was only yesterday that an f1 reporter did a video interview with perez and sainz jr to stop rumours about the reason why the power couple broke up. however, nearly two months later, valencia is already seen out with a new beau.

valencia's older sister, model estella perez got married yesterday (read that article here!) and estella's younger sister, valencia was the maid of honour but, it wasn't that that had reporters taken aback. it was the fact that valencia was seen kissing and sitting rather close to another man. and, who is this new man valencia is dating, may you ask? well, take today as your lucky day because we've got all the gossip.

valencia's new boyfriend is american photographer matteo de la costa. de la costa is well known for photographing runways, models, photoshoots and go-sees but, how did he gain the attention of valencia perez? well, it was said the moment that valencia and carlos broke up that perez had to return back to spain for a modelling runway shoot with vogue spain, after she had spent time with carlos and the other formula one drivers for the grand prix. where she walked the runway when she met de la costa who was photographing the shoot and then, it was said from that moment that valencia and matteo fell in love. 

however, we can't lie and say we don't miss seeing valencia and carlos together because we absolutely do. so, in this article, you can read our list of fifteen things we loved about valencia perez and carlos sainz jr's relationship. although we do miss val and carlos, we also do love val and matteo, here is a gallery of photos of the new couple at estella perez's wedding:

gallery 60+ photos: click here

however though, as most people are aware, not everything that you see in the media and online is real and picture-perfect. recently, matteo and valencia were arguing and fighting like crazy. but it wasn't like valencia had done anything wrong, it was just something that had spiralled out of control after matteo started all the arguments. unfortunately, as carlos and the f1 grid, unfortunately, thought and suspected would happen, matteo was now dangerous and abusive. matteo was so abusive that he would punch walls, merely inches from missing valencia's face each time. the doomed couple were in abu dhabi for the final race of the 2020 season, it was carlos' final race with mclaren before he would make his move to ferrari and valencia would have been damned if matteo forced the both of them to watch the grand prix on their tv in her house in spain. so, they were currently in a hotel in abu dhabi the day before the final race and this is what was happening, they were arguing. 

"...matt...matteo, babe, please...please stop! what...what did i do wrong? just...just tell me and i...i can fix it!" valencia squeals out, curling up against the wall and mere inches from where matteo's hand was close to punching her

"stop talking with and seeing that christian guy! it's him that is causing this trouble! DO YOU NOT SEE THE WAY HE LOOKS AT YOU WHEN YOU ARE TOGETHER?!" matteo suddenly raises his voice which makes valencia mad - how dare he say shit about carlos when carlos hadn't done anything wrong

"matteo cruz de la costa! his name is carlos and he has done nothing wrong. the two of us have been friends since we were children. yes, he's going to look at me in a certain way because we dated for three bloody years and we're best friends but, it means anything but what you think it means because i'm with you and because i love you...not...not him..." valencia hesitates towards the end as fear surges through her but, it was too late, matteo was mad

"NO VALENCIA, YOU DON'T LOVE ME! YOU NEVER HAVE AND YOU NEVER WILL! YOU HAVE LOVED CARLOS THIS ENTIRE TIME, YOU TALK ABOUT HIM LIKE YOU'D RATHER BE WITH HIM THAN ME!" matteo screams, throwing another punch at the wall, again merely missing valencia by an inch and valencia smiles at the fact he finally got carlos' name right

"FINE! YOU GOT ME MATTEO! I DO LOVE CARLOS AND I STILL DO, I NEVER STOPPED LOVING HIM BECAUSE THE TIMING FOR US WAS NEVER RIGHT AND WAS ALWAYS IN THE WAY. WHICH WAS THE REASON WE BROKE UP IN THE FIRST PLACE, NOT BECAUSE WE STOPPED LOVING EACH OTHER! YES, I ADMIT, I TALK ABOUT CARLOS LIKE I'D RATHER SPEND TIME WITH HIM BECAUSE I WOULD RATHER SPEND MY TIME DOING ANYTHING BUT BE SEEN WITH YOU! HE ALWAYS TREATED ME RIGHT WHEN WE WERE BEST FRIENDS AND WHEN WE DATED! HE'S THE BEST MAN EVER AND I--"just before valencia could continue or pause to defend herself, matteo went crazy and picked up a glass vase

and, the moment valencia realised that matteo had picked up the glass vase, it was too late. matteo had thrown the glass vase and it had struck valencia in the head, causing her to wobble back, smashing into the wall behind her.

she fell unconscious as she slid from the wall to the ground almost lifelessly, blood pouring from the back of her head. the glass that was on the ground now cutting into her skin, causing even more blood to trickle its way down the unconscious valencia's paling body. matteo didn't even stop to realise what he did wrong and sprinted out of the hotel in abu dhabi just as carlos was walking in for a catch-up between he and valencia that matteo had allowed for the sake of keeping his girlfriend happy - not because he liked carlos.

matteo didn't even react to the fact that he had injured his girlfriend. until he heard the spanish accent that he had so very familiarised from carlos and his eyes widened as the photographer sprinted from the hotel room.

"...matteo? are you alright ma...oh my god, valencia!" carlos jolted back slightly as matteo ran past him, hitting the spaniard on his shoulder with his own, his eyes widening the moment he noticed the scene in front of him

grabbing his phone from his pocket, carlos wasted no second in calling the abu dhabi emergency services for an ambulance and the police, "...no, no, val, valencia! ahh, mierda... vamos, contesta, contesta! por favor, ayúdame!" carlos was hysterical, muttering in spanish as the call operator urged him to switch to english when they finally connected no, no, val, valencia! ahh, crap...come on, pick up, pick up! please help me!

with all the possible information that was obvious from just the scene in front of him, carlos gave it all to the dispatcher in english who then sent out the ambulance and police vehicle with lights and sirens flashing straight to the hotel. thanking the female dispatcher, ending the call since he could hear the sirens coming down the street, carlos threw his phone to the ground. the phone just stopping before it fell into one of the few puddles of blood as he then leant his back against the wall. right where valencia was wedged up against and picked her up, cradling her in his lap.

swaying the both of them lightly from side to side, carlos tried to keep the both of them calm and valencia as awake as possible as the sirens halted sound as did the flashing lights, meaning the paramedics and police had arrived.

"...vamos val, está bien cariño. solo mantén tus bonitos ojos abiertos, soy carlos, estás a salvo..." carlos whispered in a soft, surprisingly calm tone of voice in spanish as valencia suddenly squirmed before calming down from the pain of her injury and the fact that she was safe and it was carlos holding her, matteo nowhere to be found c'mon val, it's okay darling. just keep your pretty eyes open, it's carlos, you're safe

"what..what happened? did...did matteo hit me?" groggy, valencia attempted to ask what had happened in english, spanish seeming too complicated right now, wanting to know if what happened did happen and she wasn't dreaming as carlos gave a small smile

"yeah babe, matteo hit you. that and he threw a glass vase at your head which caused you to fall back into the wall...but it's okay, matteo's gone and i'm here and the paramedics and police are just walking in now with the hotel security and management, okay, you're safe," carlos stayed calm, also speaking in english as valencia nodded her head as best as she could which made carlos relax a little better

immediately, the paramedics went over to check on valencia as carlos stood up and slipped behind them so as not to be in the way. he felt tears well in his eyes as he watched his best friend get prodded and poked and asked so many questions that the poor thing could barely keep up with their questions.

"...valencia, darling, can you please let us help you? my name is amani and this is basma, we're paramedics and we are here to help you and to treat your injuries..." basma, the older female paramedic repeated for a second time to valencia who was slipping between awake and sleep

"...am i okay? where...where's carlos?" valencia panicked, no longer about to see carlos as amani and basma decided that they needed to work quickly and to keep valencia as responsive for as long as they possibly could

"valencia, carlos is still here, he's just talking to the police and hotel management, and yes, you are okay, you've just got a head injury and small non-fatal lacerations scattered across your upper body, arms and legs. your head injury is our biggest concern so, could you please tell us your name and where you currently are in the world, even though we already know it?" basma then asks as valencia blinks, thinking for a moment but it seemed as if nothing was registering in her mind other than carlos

"uh...umm.i..my..." the first and second try she doesn't get it but, by the third try, she manages to mumble her name out

"...val..valencia...my name is valencia, i'm...i'm twenty-four, we're in a hotel in abu dhabi for the formula one grand prix and my...my boyfriend matteo cruz de la costa and i got into an argument and he...he hit me a couple of times after threatening too and then he...he picked up the glass vase and hit my over the head with it as i then fell back, hitting my head again on the wall..." valencia wangles out as the paramedics and carlos, who was teary-eyed, smiled in shock with widened eyes as they listened to valencia remember every single detail of the accident and where they were in the world currently since it wasn't spain

carlos could barely deal with anyone treating valencia with that much disrespect but, it shocked him so much more that it was matteo because he was supposedly in love with her and he trusted matteo to take care of her and he didn't.

"...well done, valencia. thank you for the information..." basma thanked as valencia smiled in return when basma's attention went back to amani

"...amani, i think the only thing we can do is just get valencia into the ambulance and to the hospital, she is back and forth from consciousness even though she does remember her name, where she is and what happened, there's still a chance that something bad could happen..." basma concluded as amani agreed straight away, basma moving forward and picking up valencia in her arms, carrying her bridal style towards to stretcher as they then proceed to wheel her out to the ambulance

carlos then quickly followed after them into the ambulance, obviously his last thought on the glass shards on the floor and the fact he was covered in his ex-girlfriend/best friend's blood, basma closed the back of the ambulance before jumping onto the front seat, flooring down the street to the nearest hospital as amani and carlos sat in the back with valencia.

"...carlos, if there is anyone, could you possibly get into contact with them about valencia's condition and tell them to meet us at the yas marina medical centre, it's the closest one?" amani spoke up as she continued to monitor valencia's vitals

carlos nods his head as he immediately grabs his phone and messages the first person he thinks of; his former torro rosso teammate max verstappen. only because all the drivers were staying in the same hotel, there was no way the other drivers weren't aware of the incident that just happened since it wasn't like it was a small or quiet dispute. it was an entire situation that for sure was meant to draw attention from matteo. 

max

hey, max, could you and the guys meet valencia and me at yas marina medical centre, please?

why, what happened?

carlos, what the fuck happened?

you were only supposed to go and visit valencia and matteo in their hotel room, what did that cock sucker do?

no, valencia isn't okay. and yes, i was only supposed to visit them but, the moment i got there, matteo basically legged it when i then noticed what had happened. i walked in further to see that matteo had hit valencia over the head with a glass vase, she couldn't move out of the way quickly enough. that's what that loud disturbance was. now, i don't exactly know what they were fighting about since i didn't hear it fully, none of us did, but, the police did take statements from those in the rooms next door and across. all i can say is that they were definitely fighting again.

again? jesus christ, how many more times are they going to fight and she's going to keep on going back to him and continue bringing him with her to the races? i feel so awful for her, she doesn't deserve this!

how far away are you guys from the hospital in the ambulance? thankfully, lando, charles and i haven't let for anything yet so we won't take too long and obviously, seb and lewis will be with us as well

the ambulance is like three minutes away, meet me in waiting room three! the hospital will place her in the icu considering it's a head injury

oh, you best be there we'll be there in two! stay safe and, carlos, stay calm, valencia is a strong girl and matteo, the fucker, is going to pay for this!

thank you max, i'll see you and the guys in waiting room three!

max has read carlos' message

carlos now felt less agitated knowing that when he got to the hospital, his teammates and friends were also going to be there as well. knowing he wasn't going to be alone really gave carlos some comfort as he now just had to deal with the thought that the person that he thought loved his best friend and ex-girlfriend would even think to do this to her, not just this once but all the countless other times.

from what carlos saw of matteo and heard of him, he was really kind, funny, enthusiastic, sarcastic, a talented photographer, a bit of a jerk and petty when he purposefully would either mispronounce or call someone by the wrong name and pretty possessive when drunk but overall, he was a great guy. sure, as mentioned, he did make some uncomfortable and inexcusable comments when drunk but, maybe valencia got uncomfortable due to never seeing it before that night when she returned back to singapore for the grand prix. matteo isn't a bad guy, right...right?

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a couple of weeks go by since valencia was first brought into the yas marina circuit medical centre by ambulance when she was starting to regain full consciousness again. after many ct scans and x-rays, it had been ruled out that valencia's memory or head injury was not a serious concern anymore, she was moved out from the icu and into a different room on the first floor. all she needed was regular pain medication to stop any internal and external swelling.

the entire time that valencia was confined to her icu room in the hospital, carlos and the rest of the f1 grid family were there also. they never actually wanted to leave due to the heavy risk of matteo coming in and attempting to apologise for what he did so, they never left and the hospital staff allowed it. for a while, especially at the beginning of valencia's time at the hospital, just the mention of matteo's name would make valencia stress out which would then cause trauma to her head injury which was something they were heavily trying to avoid.

valencia was beyond grateful to carlos, max, lando, daniel, lewis, sebastian and the rest of the sainz family for never leaving her bedside and staying in her room with her. she was grateful because it made her feel safe in knowing that her best friends weren't ever leaving her side, no matter who she chose to fall in love with or out of love with. no matter where it happened in the world, whether it was back home in spain or overseas in abu dhabi during the last race of the season. even if she only started to realise it now, in a hospital bed out of the icu that it was the wrong person.

"...carlos..." valencia mumbled, filling out the silence as she had just finished some testing which caused her to be a little drugged and groggy, carlos smiled at hearing his name

"...yeah, what's up, valencia?" carlos responded softly, worried if he spoke in spanish it would confuse her, quickly turning to face her again as he grabbed her hand to hold, making the drowsy girl smile at the connection

"fue...la policía realmente pudo descubrir lo que pasó? por qué peleamos matteo y yo?" valencia questioned in spanish, shocking carlos as they hadn't spoken in spanish since before the accident was...were the police actually able to find out what happened? what did matteo and i actually fight about?

and, since the accident, carlos and the entire group had been quite apprehensive about telling the full story of what matteo did. since for some reason, maybe due to a trauma response, valencia could remember everything else about what happened but the actual fight that led up to her injuries. 

and the reason being was that, a couple of days after being transferred to the hospital, carlos received a phone call from the police that had been dispatched out on his call and told him that they not only had found and apprehended matteo. but his statement of events lined up basically identically to every single one of the witness statements from the surrounding hotel rooms who had heard the two of them fighting. and, now, valencia wanted to be told? this worried everyone but no one was more worried than carlos himself was.

"val...valencia, are you sure you want me to tell you? what he did was horrific..." carlos trailed off in english so everyone else could understand, fighting back his own tears as valencia slowly nodded her head yes

seeing the head nod, carlos breathed in as the others braced themselves as carlos was the only one to be given that phone call with the information from the police.

"...por favor, carlos. i...i wanna know and i'm ready, besides, i deserve to know, don't i?" valencia was certain that she wanted to know and she made it clear, carlos nodded his head as he then held his hand out for his best friend to hold, which she reciprocated straight away please, carlos.

"...okay, umm, just to preface this, this is what i was told by the police and what they were told by him and the witnesses that heard it..." however, it seemed as though carlos no longer needed to tell the story since whatever trauma response was stopping valencia from remembering before was gone and she remembered

her eyes widened as she squeezed carlos hand tighter, "...i...oh my god...i remember what we were fighting over!" she called out, making carlos turn his head up again, in a bit of shock but a little bit glad since that was the one thing the police were a bit iffy about telling him

"what was the fight over?" carlos hummed quietly as the rest of the group all nervously awaited to hear it, not expecting to be told what valencia was about to tell them

valencia never imagined she'd be embarrassed saying this but she was, making eye contact with nicky, "it...the fight was over you, carlos..." the injured girl then turned her head back down to her hands that rested in the hospital sheets as carlos sat in shock, the fight was over him?

"...it...the fight was over me?" carlos could feel his breathing pick up as valencia nodded her head slowly as she continued the story further, remembering other things that carlos had already been told by the police that the rest were hearing for the first time

"mhm, it was because i couldn't stop talking about you to matteo. he...he must have thought i was cheating on him and that we were dating behind his back or something and, he...he told me to stop talking about you as he then started to talk crap about you..." valencia paused as carlos' jaw tensed up as he gulped down some saliva that he was almost about to choke on

the others were listening in pure shock, "...i, of course, defended you, saying you look at me the way you do because you did date me for three years and that we are still best friends, so i didn't take any care at how you looked at me as that's how you have always looked at me, even before we dated. i told matteo i loved him, though it was with hesitation and i think that's what made him even madder as that was when he started to yell, saying that i didn't love him and that i...that i still loved you, carlos..." the drowsy girl trailed off again as she licked her lips as she continued, carlos lightly caressing her hand in comfort with his thumb

"...and, that...what was when i said it. i shouted it actually, telling him that he was correct...i...i do still love you, carlos. i...*sigh* i never stopped loving you, carlos, i seriously didn't. i then explained to matteo that the reason why we broke up was because of the timing of us always being so busy with f1 and modelling jobs and that was what was getting in the way of our relationship. not that we didn't love each other and that i talk about you so much because you are incredible carlos, you truly are!" once again, valencia paused so she could catch her breath and take a swig of water before continuing, carlos remaining engaged and listening, everyone else in silent shock

"i then continued on saying how you always treated me right, not just when we dated but as best friends and, i know i shouldn't have but, it was all i could think to say. and that was what drove him over the edge but i just kept on going and kept on pushing him by saying how much of an amazing person you are when he just couldn't handle it anymore and...and then he picked up the glass vase and he threw it at me...and i didn't realise he had thrown it before it was too late and bam, it hit me right in the back of the head and i just, fell and slid down the wall, the shards of glass underneath me cutting into me..." valencia trailed off, most especially after mentioning that she was still in love with carlos, even after she had convinced herself that she had moved on from her best friend even when she hadn't ever really planned to do that

this had obviously caught carlos breathless as he tried to form a coherent sentence, "...val...valencia, you...still love me?" he stammered out as the drowsy, medically drugged-up girl nodded her head as her lip quivered

"oh my gosh, carlos, yes! matteo broke my heart, maybe even more than my heart actually! carlitos, this wasn't the first fight matteo and i had had! it was maybe at least the tenth or something crazy stupid like that. those photos included in that vogue article were taken ages ago and before estella's wedding which was before we flew over to visit you guys in singapore when i first introduced you to matteo. as soon as estella's wedding finished and you and i started hanging out more frequently when you returned from singapore, we had just hit breaking point, matteo and i. it was always, always matteo accusing me of something, never me accusing him because i trusted and loved him enough to think that he wouldn't hurt me or break my heart. but, i've ended up in the hospital in abu dhabi, day before race day, which is just as worse. i...i am so sorry i never told you or confirmed your guys' suspicions, i...i was just scared, so scared that matteo would hurt me if he found out i was trying to ask you guys for help or for a way out," valencia trailed off, a small single tear escaping from the corner of her eye to her cheek, carlos wiping it away

carlos was also silently crying, he couldn't believe that anyone would ever think of putting someone as sweet and loving as valencia through so much pain and heartache. and in all honesty, he never stopped loving valencia either. of course, the break-up at the time was for the best and maybe this is what was supposed to come out of the breakup but, they both wished that it wasn't having to happen in a hospital room.

and if he breaks your heart like lovers do, just know that i'll be waiting here, for you

carlos and valencia sat in silence with one another just staring at each other, consoling each other and wiping away each other's tears. everyone watching on saw the love and infatuation, the same one they always had for each other, spark all over again as if it never faded. valencia never stopped loving carlos, she was just waiting for the right time so she and carlos could meet back up again at the perfect roadblock and start from where they had left off.

and that's actually what they ended up doing and, it was like love at first sight again for the two of them.

"...i love you, valencia, i never stopped loving you..."

"...i love you too, carlos, i never stopped loving you either!"

six months later

vogue españa

CARLOS SAINZ JR, F1 DRIVER FOR FERRARI AND VALENCIA PEREZ ARE BACK IN LOVE AGAIN! SPOTTED DANCING, KISSING AND LOVING ON EACH OTHER AT SISTER'S WEDDING! 

INES LORENZO | EDITOR JUNE, 2021

do we hear wedding bells? yes, we do but, it wasn't for our favourite power couple but for another sister of one-half of our favourite power couple! okay, we've all been screaming and crying at the news that carlos sainz jr of formula one and valencia perez of our very own vogue españa has gotten back together and dating again. however, these new and exclusive photos and interviews have come from those in attendance at katerina perez's, valencia's other older sister's wedding to her new beau, writer noah vasquez.

katerina is the eldest sister of the perez clan with estella, the other older sister that got married earlier in the year as the second oldest with valencia being the youngest sister of the three girls. and, katerina was the first person our vogue reporters talked to in regard to the rekindling of carlos and valencia's romance and, we're here for the way in which mrs vasquez talks about her littlest sister and sainz jr.

"carlos is fantastic...he is such a sweetheart, such a charmer but he's also such a gentleman and the way he treats valencia, my little angel is the only way in which she deserves to be treated. so, knowing that they're back in their new and improved but still old relationship at my wedding is definitely a dream coming true..." quote by katerina perez vasquez, valencia's older sister

estella perez castello, who was also at her older sister's wedding with her husband, bailey perez castello, also had a super sweet thing to say about her little sister valencia and carlos and, honestly, get those tissues out because it is a tearjerker.

"honestly, there's no one else in the world that i'd want to see my sister with other than carlos sainz jr! they are the best couple in the entire world and i'm not even sugarcoating it. carlos doesn't hurt her, make her uncomfortable or do things to or with her that she is unsure of. he is patient and knows when he's crossed a line. what a guy, i mean, i truthfully think, and this isn't me bashing me or katerina's husbands but, i genuinely think that carlos is the best partner out of the three of them and both bailey and noah agree. and, also, our parents and younger siblings all love carlos. so, i mean, we all i think cried when we were told they first broke up but rejoiced when they got back together after valencia was discharged from the hospital in abu dhabi and fully recovered. i just hope that the next wedding i'm a bridesmaid in that it's valencia and carlos'!" quote by estella perez castello, valencia's other older sister 

katerina and her husband noah vasquez | pic: photography by sofie perez photography

for those who didn't know, before breaking up, valencia and carlos had dated for three years before that, starting their relationship in 2018 to when it ended in january of last year in 2020. however, the two little lovebirds have known each other since they were young cherubs back home in their lovely hometown of madrid, spain. valencia was of course famous before carlos was known in the motorsport world but when carlos did make his debut in formula one, valencia was said to be the first wag (wife and girlfriend). which, she shares with the other girlfriends and wives of the other formula one drivers. 

talking with our vogue españa reporters at katerina's wedding reception during cocktail hour, both valencia and carlos shared with us their joy of getting back together after valencia's last relationship that was abusive and caused her a hospital trip in a completely different country during the last race of the 2020 season. thankfully, both were happy and elated to talk with us so, here is what they had to say.

"...oh, i am absolutely overjoyed to be with carlos in a relationship again. he is truly the best partner in the entire world. he is sweet, he is cheeky, he is loving, he is caring, but most importantly, he is so patient and he understands that i'm still mentally and still in someway physically, recovering from the last relationship that i was in for a couple of months. and it was that relationship that ended with me being in the hospital that i was just discharged from not too long ago back in abu dhabi last december. and carlos' been brilliant the entire time of my recovery, actually, so has his entire family but, yeah, with carlos, getting back into the swing of our relationship was so easy and it just felt like i was going back home again," quote by valencia perez, carlos sainz jr's girlfriend

"...being back with valencia is like she said, going back home again and as cheesy as it sounds, it's seriously the most truthful thing ever! valencia is the best girlfriend in the whole entire world and, i'm just so glad that whilst we did fix some things in our relationship with one of them being that we were the priority, not our jobs as a model and f1 racer. and because of that, it was still the same relationship that we had had for three years before we split up. valencia is genuinely the funniest, sexiest, most talented person i have ever met and honestly, i could cry over her because of how much i love her and how much i am truly happier being with her again," quote by carlos sainz jr, valencia perez's boyfriend

even though we do love valencia and carlos, we also love the newly married couple, mr and mrs noah and katerina vasquez, here is a gallery of photos of the newly married couple and of valencia and carlos at the vasquez's wedding:

gallery 60+ photos: click here

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valenciaperez te amo mi sol i love you, my sun

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carlossainz55 mi sol my sun

valenciaperez carlossainz55 te amo i love you

maxverstappen1 nice selection of photos val but where am i :(

valenciaperez maxverstappen1 i'm sorry maxie, next photo dump i promise! 

heidiberger ok yeah, we get it, you model for vogue now give the rest of the world some of the good looks pls and thanks 

valenciaperez heidiberger oh stop it will you you gorgeous woman?!

landonorris you look gorgeous mama! 

valenciaperez landonorris gracias hijo son

danielricciardo gorgeous lady. carlos is extremely lucky to have you 

valenciaperez danielricciardo thank you danny! and we're both lucky to have each other

sebastianvettel beautiful photos pequeño little

valenciaperez sebastianvettel thank you seb! missing you loads

fanofcarlosandvalencia ok miss vogue espana, i see you 

valenciaperez fanofcarlosandvalencia i see you too darling!

charlesleclerc wait, are you and carlitos married and none of us were told? 

valenciaperez charlesleclerc oh my gosh, no hijo! no, no, no! it was for a cover shoot with a wedding magazine! you would know if carlos and i were engaged before getting married! 

leclerc_pascale you look beautiful valencia 

valenciaperez leclerc_pascale thank you pascale! 

turning off her phone after liking and replying to the comments on her most recent post to instagram, valencia couldn't help the smile that enveloped her face. on her lap, her boyfriend carlos was resting atop, sleeping soundly after coming back from a gym session with his cousin and manager caco. it was during carlos' gym session that valencia had posted those photos and she had never been happier in her life. the couple were back in madrid for three weeks off before they would leave for the austin grand prix at the cota (circut of the americas) race track. but right now, looking at her sleeping boyfriend, valencia could only think about how calm and happy her life had become since breaking up with her ex and getting back together with carlos. her hands combing through his fluffy hair which made the spaniard smile slightly in his sleep, knowing it was his girlfriend's hands. carlos had never been happier either, since he had bagged valencia for the second time but knowing that it would be the last time he'd have to get her back ever again. 

and if he breaks your heart like lovers do, just know that i'll be waiting here, for you and he was waiting there for her and, carlos finally got his girl back safe and sound.

fin

fuuuuck, rewriting this was a lot but, we got there at the end! the ending was shit but i wanted to include the last lyric of the song somewhere and that's where it went. and yes, not only did i have two online vogue articles but i also had an instagram post in the end because why the fuck not! anyway, i hope you guys enjoyed this one-shot! 

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detectives | carlos sainz x fem! reader

summary; y/n thought she was being sneaky when she kept staring at a certain section during a concert, unfortunately for her, her fans are good detectives.

fc; madison beer

warnings; ?

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minseok-smaus @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03 @c-losur3

note; requested ! the feminine urge to mention real madrid in every carlos fic, sorry y’all i am a madridista at heart

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yourusername: the love is real madrid

username: real madrid mentioned 🔥 wtf is not having 14 ucls🔥

username: not her concert being at the bernabeu too😭😭

username: anyone notice how she was extra smiley tonight….🤔

username: BEST CONCERT EVER!!!

yourbestfriend: AHHAJDLSKDKWID😍😍😍😍😛😛😛😛😛

yourusername: SO TRUE BESTIE🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

username: she kept staring at the right side sm, it makes me wonder why🤨🤨🤨

username: y/n i love you!!!

username: why is carlos sainz in the likes😭

username: WHO?🤨

username: f1 driver for ferrari!!

username: a vroom vroom man….

username: mother !!!!

carlossainz55: i enjoyed it a lot! amazing like always!

yourusername: thank you💗 so glad to have you here!

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yourusername: exploring madrid 😴

carlossainz55: well all the best stuff is in madrid 😉

yourusername: the bernabeu was quite fun

vinijr: ‘quite fun’ IT WAS CHAMPIONS LEAGUE NIGHTS!!!😒😒

yourusername: my bad vinicius jr🙄🙄🙄

username: carlos 🤨🤨🤨 what u mean by that

username: vini 😭😭

username: madrid girlie

username: SHES A MADRIDISTA!!

username: my delulu ass says its bc of madridista carlos 😣😣

username: her fits r so cute omg

yourbestfriend: the players were cute asf tho😋

yourusername: he says i can’t agree🙄

username: WHOOOOOO says???

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carlossainz55: monaco 🇲🇨

yourusername: you watch tennis?🤔

carlossainz55: it’s fun when you’re with the right people 😁

username: why are y’all trying to be sneaky…. WE KNOW!!!

username: they think they’re slick ijbol

username: u and y/n think ur soooo slick, WRAP IT UP!!!!

username: my man my man my man

username: u mean y/n’s man🤔

username: unfortunately 😔😔

charles_leclerc: glad you guys enjoyed monaco🤣😂

carlossainz55: we had a lot of fun😁

username: why so many smiley emojis carlos sainz jr…..

username: he’s so fine fr and so is y/n, they’re the finest couple ever even if they haven’t revealed themselves yet

username: the way we’re all convinced they’re dating IJBOL😭

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yourusername: well you guys are just some good detectives ….

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carlossainz55: mi reina 👸❤️ [my queen]

yourusername: love of my life 💗

username: why am i shocked like it wasn’t the most obvious thing

username: STANTWT BEST DETECTIVES ISTG😭😭

username: the way she looks at him in the last pic im screaming

username: like me n who🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

yourbestfriend: I WAS THERE FIRST

carlossainz55: u snooze u lose 🙄🙄

yourbestfriend: watch ur back carlos sainz.

yourusername: 😭😭😭

username: he’s so bf here😩

username: THE PICS IM ALDJAODK

username: sleeping on the highway 2night fr😖

username: we’re the best detectives 🤓

username: to be fair, it felt like they weren’t trying to be sneaky 😭

yourusername: God forbid i smile at my man during my concert in his home town😔😔😔

username: i get u queen, if i was dating carlos i’d be staring at him 24/7 too🙂‍↕️

[23victoria]

“Who’s your crush?”

carlos sainz jr x fem!model!reader

fc: pheobe tonkin (i love her so much)

warnings: some cussing!!

authors note: just fluff, some comedy ig, i love doing smaus! any feedback is appreciated and please like, comment, and reblog!! hope you enjoy!!

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kehlani my gf 💋

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in paris 🇫🇷 with @.chanel

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carlossainzjr effortlessly beautiful 🥴😍

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stany/n face card never declines my gawd 😫🥴

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carlossainzjr truly devine 🫣😘 liked by y/n_ig

↳ username9 @.carlossainzjr oh 👀 a like huh 🫢

kehlani i’m in love 😍

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username5 she loves bathtubs 😭

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diamond girl 💎✨ @.cartier

username5 stunning my lord 😩🤩

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carlossainzjr i’ll give you all the diamonds in the world cariño 🤧❤️

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stany/n sorry for being on the same earth as you 😖😫

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bellahadid have fun my beautiful girl 😘

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the date was perfect 🤧❤️

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charlesleclerc congrats carlos!! 🥰

landonorris about time!!! 👏🏼

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[httpsserene]

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 '𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐭𝐰𝐨 | 𝐬𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 | 𝐜𝐬. 𝟓𝟓 & 𝐥𝐧. 𝟒

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

content warning: 18+. mdni. explicit sexual content. plot with porn. summer fling/vacation romance. fluff. light angst. light angst with a happy ending. banter. attempt at humor. explicit language. reader has a mom and dad. original side characters. dates. golf. miscommunication (done right). reader is bad at feelings. flirting. d/s undertones. light dom!carlos. switch!lando. switch!reader. brat!lando. hair-pulling. light pain kink. light praise kink. cunnilingus. vaginal fingering. threesome m/m/f. vaginal sex. protected sex. overstimulation. carlos sainz jr’s canonically big dick. petnames. orgasm delay? envy and jealousy.

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

word count: 18k words. (new record!)

from, serene: i am extremely proud of what i created. i hope it was worth waiting for, and i can't wait for the next episode !!! my next upload might be an alex albon smau series, for those that requested it. pls pls pls, send me asks and leave comments on this if you'd like! i'd love to hear your thoughts on sip of sunshine, and how it's building so far xxx thank you so much, my loves :) (50 more followers until 3k :o)

this has also been uploaded on my AO3 for anybody who finds it easier to read a fic of this length on there (looking out for those on mobile x)

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Studying for a doctorate does not directly correlate to a person’s brilliance. If you were smart, you wouldn’t have returned to the golf club for another summer with the sole hope of reuniting with the two stunningly fine men you shared a ten-minute conversation with. However, you chose to beat intelligence in a foot race, and here you are: driving the same beverage cart while sweating off your sunscreen for the fifth year in a row; furthermore, you have not crossed paths with Carlos and Lando once in the two months you’ve been working.

It’s difficult to believe that Lando had told the truth when he mentioned that they’ve been attending Club La Moraleja consistently for the past four years. You want to believe him, but the evidence against him is overwhelming. You’ve worked every possible shift this season, at every possible time, on every possible course, without a single spotting of the duo from the beginning of June. 

It’s August. If you allow yourself to think maniacally, you would infer that they’re avoiding you on purpose.

Previously, you were under the assumption that they were obviously flirting with you. The sexual innuendos, double-entendres, calling you a “sip of sunshine,” and the eighty euro tip Carlos left you (which had to be a mistake)—from which you deduced that they were making a move on you. You would even say that their instance in convincing you to return to the green was the smoking gun you needed to seal their fate in the case of you catching their interest. 

Nonetheless, they are nowhere to be found. 

You cope by entertaining the aspect of you suffering from heat stroke or heat exhaustion, and you created Carlos and Lando as a figment of your delusions during your compromised mental state. On the other hand, there’s also a chance that they took your joking threat—of never returning if you had to put up with their subpar pick-up lines—seriously. You didn’t consider that they would misunderstand your teasing banter but, you haven’t seen them a single time this summer.  

It’s unsettling. You’ve never been this disappointed about men not taking the clear hint. 

Obviously, you’d be relieved if any of the sleazy, rude, and archaic golfers stopped bothering you after their first attempt. But, Carlos and Lando? They’re the exact opposite of the men you described. They’re young, polite, funny, charming, and attractive. It’s not outlandish for you to say that there was some budding chemistry between you three.

It’s regrettably characteristic of you to develop crushes on men you haven’t shared more than one conversation with. Too bad you’re never going to see them again. And, screw them! Who do they think they are? It’s not like they’re anybody special—they probably delighted in filling your mind with false hope. 

The next time you see them, you’re running them over with the bev cart. All gas, no breaks.

The motor whirs loudly as you drive over a hill to the last hole of Course Four—and, you’ll be damned.

“Well, look at you! You stayed!”

You can’t tell if this is the universe blessing you or sending you a curse in disguise. 

Lando’s words ring in your ears as your brain fails to compute the sight of him and Carlos smiling at you from across the green, down in a bunker. 

Lando’s…matured beautifully, over the year you haven’t seen him. He was attractive before, but as you direct the cart closer, you can tell he’s grown into himself. There’s a broadness to his shoulders, a sharpness to his eyes, and a hollowness to his cheekbones that certainly makes it impossible for anybody to deny that he’s beautiful. 

Carlos is angeringly more handsome than he was before, somehow. You blame it on the backwards cap and his stupidly wide, warm, beautiful, brown eyes. You cut the engine off, scratching fiendishly at the back of your neck to dispel your thoughts about his nose and lips, how you would pay to see his brown eyes darkened between your thighs.

“Obviously,” you state dryly, roughly tucking the curls that slipped from your ponytail behind your ear, “I’m here, aren’t I?”

Their grins falter at your biting tone and they glance at each other in surprise at your irritated response. They climb out of the bunker and walk to meet you at the side of the cart. You’ve turned your back to them, hearing their footsteps approach but you continue to mindlessly organize any cups that shifted out of place as you drove.

“It was just an observation,” the Brit continues, you can hear him still smiling around his words, “A conversation starter, I guess.”

You put on an impassive expression before turning around and staring at the two with your arms crossed, “Mm. Who’s the one who’s bad enough at golf to land in the bunker? Wait—don’t tell me! You’re both probably stuck in the sand trap.” 

Lando’s mouth audibly drops open with an insulted gasp and Carlos’s brow furrows in confusion.

You wave a dismissive hand through the air before they can reply, “What do you want to drink?”

“Uh…What?” Carlos fumbles, lost at your deviation.

“What, ‘what?’” You snap, annoyed at his feigned innocence, like he’s unaware that they lead you on for the entirety of a summer that they just appeared in, “What do you want to drink? As in a refreshment? ¿Una bebida? I know you’re familiar with ordering from the cart as I served you last year—and since you both have been coming here for five years!” [A drink?]

The two stare at you in blatant terror as your voice echoes in the air. Their stunned silence at your “unfounded” anger only serves to exasperate you further.

“Make it quick,” your voice trembles infuriatingly, “What would you like to drink?”

“Did we do something wrong? If we upset you, we have no idea what we did,” Carlos rambles pleadingly. You almost buy it.

“Yeah, what’s with the attitude?” Lando gracefully ruins their chances of being acquitted, “We haven’t seen you in nearly a year; What could we have done wrong?”

“Attitude—are you serious!?” You scoff, insulted at the very idea, before continuing mockingly “Whatever—it’s a beer and a lime mocktail, right? Or, would you prefer a sip of sunshine?”

The men don’t have a chance to edit their orders as you sharply throw open the beer cooler, all three of you flinching as the lid slams into the cart and the bottles and cans clamoring together worryingly. You don’t let the fear of damaged property interrupt your fury as you brandish the beer towards Carlos, snatching your hand away as soon as his closes around the neck of the bottle. 

He murmurs his thanks in his native tongue but the curl of his accent—no matter how alluring it sounds—incenses you further, and you huffily turn your back towards them as you craft Lando’s drink.

The thought of them being truthful about their confusion about your annoyance flares in your mind as you shovel ice into the plastic cup. It’s possible that there has been some miscommunication…but, that would be embarrassing for you to admit. You’ve already acted incredibly rude and like a total brat to them—to customers, at that! Ohmygod, you’ve let your personal emotions affect your work; they could report you to your manager and have you fired. 

Your breath stutters as your overcome with a chill that feels like you’ve dumped ice down your own shirt. The drink is quickly assembled, and you find yourself wishing for a painless death as you fasten an orange slice as garnish on the rim of the cup instead of a lime. A slice of sunshine, if you will.

Meekly, this time around, you offer the cup to Lando. He looks increasingly disturbed at the sudden switch of your demeanor. You watch the Brit glance at his companion, his look clearly communicating that he’s checking if Carlos agrees that you’ve lost your mind, most likely.

The Spaniard must have agreed because Lando giggles nervously, the sound glaringly revealing his discomfort, “You didn’t poison my drink, did you?”

Your brain starts to self-destruct in embarrassment. Carlos hides his face in his free hand, but the sound of pain that escapes him at the ill-timed joke is clear. To be fair, Lando looked like he regretted his words as soon as they left his mouth, but the damage was done. 

Your cheeks burn furiously, you’re simultaneously angry and disappointed in yourself. How could you allow yourself to become overrun by your emotions on the clock? It’s unprofessional and uncharacteristic of you. 

You excuse yourself shakily, “I-I am so sorry. Perdóname. I was rude to you both for no reason. I apologize sincerely for my behavior. Do not worry about paying, your drinks are on me. I hope you both enjoy yourself on the green—Buenas tardes.” [Forgive me; Good afternoon.]

Carlos and Lando are silent as you scamper into the driver’s seat, tail figuratively tucked between your legs. The ride back to the clubhouse is silent as you berate yourself for your stupidity. You wonder if you’ll ever be able to forget the way you ruined your chances with them. You already know your subconscious will play this on repeat every time you try to sleep. The cart beeps as you reverse into its assigned spot. Isabel, one of the fellow cart girls—and your best friend—waves at you with a smile as she walks over towards you. She must be the next on shift.

“You look like you’ve just been fired,” Isa’s smile has transformed into a look of concern, “¿Estás bien?” [Are you okay?]

Grabbing your belongings, you slide out of the driver's seat with a haunted look in your eyes. “You remember the two guys I told you about? From last summer? I think I just scared them away.”

“No,” Isa exhales in denial, pulling you into a hug, “There’s no way. What happened?”

“I yelled at them and insulted them for being bad at golf,” you mumble, yelping sharply as she  communicates her displeasure by slapping at your arm, “I was mad at them, okay! They were pretending to be innocent, like they had no clue they avoided me for the entire summer! They’re going to complain to the Club and get me fired because I was unprofessional and rude!”

“Ay! You don’t know that! You still served them, and apologized right?” Isa brightens further when you mention you served them for free, she ignores your pout as you rub your hand against the stinging skin of your bicep, “Then, it’s probably nothing. If they do complain, this is your first complaint ever. You won’t get fired—you will just have to wash the carts for the rest of the summer.”

You fall to your knees on the hot concrete in despair and Isa snorts at your dramatics, bending to pluck the cart keys from your pocket. 

“I’m just going to quit, inmediamente!” [Immediately!]

“If you quit, I quit,” Isa reminds you, “And, out of the two of us, I need this job. I’m broke. So, you can’t quit, unless you want me to suffer.”

“I would take care of you,” you beg, “I have my office job back in the States. You could marry me and get a green card! Let me quit!”

Isa cackles at the concept, “You hate your office job. Anyway, quitting won’t save you from your colleagues here. Don’t forget we’re all going out tomorrow night! You can’t escape this time, you promised me.”

You groan in indignation, “Is it a crime to not like clubbing every night?”

“¡Sí, lo es!,” She frowns, “It’s clubbing every night in Madrid! And, I need moral support if I have to watch Lucas flirt with Sofia. I don’t know what he sees in her.” [Yes, it is!]

Grumbling fitfully, you wish her a good shift before dragging yourself into the Clubhouse. You’re still quitting. There’s not a chance in hell that you’re coming back next summer—there is nothing worth staying for anymore. Sorry, Isa.

Out of all the shifts you’ve worked, the 8 A.M. to 3 P.M. is your least favorite. You blink blearily as you hang up your belongings in the same locker you chose four years ago, fighting the urge to rub at your eyes, with the thought of not smearing your mascara. Pinning your nametag on your pressed shirt is muscle memory, and you slide on a club-branded visor to protect your face because the UV index is concerningly high today. 

You pause to stare at the photos pinned to the inside of your locker door—they date from your very first summer till now, with familiar faces and some you haven’t seen in a while. It’s heartwarming. You haven’t posted a single one of these photos in here; your friends do it on their own (the password to your locker is apparently community knowledge—you could change it, but then you’d stop collecting them), taping Polaroids from moments on the course to shenanigans off the course to nights out in the city, with captions and notes written on the back. 

The sense of belonging and community you found here is why it was so difficult to come to a decision about leaving this place and its people behind. Your lips tilt up at a photo of you and the cart team covering your boss’s car in sticky notes two summers ago—he made you all collect the stray golf balls from the putting green that night in retaliation. And, he laughed deeply as the sprinklers drenched all of you, which is another few snapshots commemorated in your locker. 

You don’t think you’ll ever be able to leave.

“Mami,” Lilia, the receptionist on duty this morning, calls you from the locker room door, “The two really hot Formula One drivers are asking for you?”

You shoot a look of confusion her way, “huh—why me? I don’t know them?”

“Umm, yes you do?” Lilia mirrors your bafflement, “They say you’ve served them before. And that they want to apologize for something?”

“¿Qué?”

“I don’t know! I’m just repeating what they told me—” The brunette woman cuts herself short, and her eyes narrow after a moment, “Hey, if they’re bothering you, I’ll get them banned. I didn’t tell them that you were here, I just said I’d check to see if you had come in. Did they bother you? Don’t lie to me! I’ll call security and get them gone!”

“What, no! I don’t know them, or even know what Formula One is! I haven’t had a bad interaction or served any drivers—oh.” Your stomach sinks as your eyes shut woefully, “I fucked up.”

Lilia threatens to get them banned again when she sees the bronze skin of your face lose its luster. You tell her to let them know you’ll be out in a moment and to not threaten them. You step to the full-length mirror to check your appearance and adjust your uniform. Centering yourself with a few deep breaths, you turn the door handle and make your way out to the reception desk.

The squeaking of your sneakers on the tile floor only adds to your anticipation. A small part of you hopes that Carlos and Lando aren’t the Formula One drivers asking for you, and that this is all some misunderstanding. You feel your soul die inside of you as your eyes meet theirs. Their expressions look determined and apologetic, and your palms feel sweaty as you come to terms with them preparing to file a formal complaint. 

Lilia clears her throat abruptly from where she’s pretending to organize membership files. You see a blush bloom on Carlos and Lando’s cheeks as they realize that they’ve been staring at you without saying anything for longer than what’s politely appropriate, but you beat them to the chase.

“Buenos días. U-umm,” you anxiously scratch at the nape of your neck, “…Is this about yesterday? Or the tip you left last summer? It was too generous to not be an accident. It’s past our refund period, but I can reach out to the manager on duty to see if we can work something out.” [Good morning.]

“I gave you eighty euros on purpose,” Carlos states without doubt, and you feel Lilia’s stare piercing your side profile.

“Oh.”

“I wanted to speak to you about yesterday—”

You cut in, “Yesterday was my fault! I think I misunderstood you both and I overreacted. It was nothing personal—”

Lando clasps his hands together, interrupting you with an imploring tone, “It was personal, though. Which is fine, I think we deserved it. Especially if there was a misunderstanding on our part. We would’ve communicated with you clearer if we were sure that you were on the same page as us. We would appreciate it if you would allow us to make it up to you.”

Lilia kicks your ankle underneath the desk, doing enough freaking out for the both of you as you struggle to keep your face calm.

“I feel like I’m still the one at fault for the miscommunication. But—how were you planning to…smooth things over, I guess?” You ask.

“Allow us to take you to dinner tonight, and explain,” Carlos finishes, weaponizing those eyes of his, helped by Lando softening his own at you desperately for a chance.

“Oh—um, I would love to, really, but I already have plans tonight—,” You’re getting tired of being interrupted, but Lilia is quick to clear your schedule.

“No!” The raven-haired woman jumps up from her seat, slapping her hand on the counter forcefully, causing the three of you to jump. “She’s free tonight!” She smiles scaringly wide at Carlos and Lando.

Lilia turns to you and her smile and voice quiets to something genuine, “I will explain to the others about why you could not make it. Isa will understand as long as you remember to keep us both updated, yes?”

You roll your eyes, resigned , “Yes.”

You’re surprised at the tentative happiness growing in the boys’ appearances, “I guess I can do dinner tonight. What’s the plan?”

Phone numbers are exchanged and they agree to pick you up from your house at seven. They linger through their goodbyes, clearly not wanting to end the conversation. It’s flattering that they're willingly exposing their obsession with you so soon. You shoo them away with the reminder of seeing each other tonight and the fact that you are, in fact, on the clock. Lilia slaps you on the arm repeatedly as you watch them exit through the front doors with a dreamy sigh.

As soon as the door closes behind them, Lilia lets out a scream of excitement and pulls you into a hug, the two of you jumping up and down overwhelmed with joy. You’re caught by your boss Marco, who takes one glance before he turns around to head back into his office, forcing the two of you into hysterical giggles. 

You pull back from her, and you can’t quiet the large grin dancing on your lips, “I have no idea what to wear!”

Carlos texted you twenty minutes ago alerting you that they’re on the way to pick you up. Lando added that they can’t wait to see you a minute later. You were ready thirty minutes before they started heading your way. Ten minutes ago you decided to change your entire outfit. You settled on a linen cropped tank and matching maxi skirt with a pair of sandals. You fiddle with your accessories endlessly, and you do the same with a few stray curls that refuse to sit where you want them.

Grabbing your purse and phone, you rush out of your room and down the stairs to find your parents in the kitchen adding the finishing touches to their own dinner.

“¡Mija—qué bonita!” your mom gasps, wiping her hands on a towel before she pulls you closer to look at you, “Where have you been hiding this outfit?” [My daughter, how beautiful she is!]

“Má, I’ve had it for a while,” you subject yourself to her cooing and prodding as she spins you around, looking at your dad for help, who only offers you a shrug, “—I just have not had anywhere to wear it.”

“Hm? Then, what’s so special about tonight? I thought you were clubbing with your friends, no?” You avoid meeting her prying eyes, pretending to find interest in what’s simmering on the stove.

“Eh, why is there a Ferrari outside of my house?” your dad asks, drawing your attention to the front window. The sleek black convertible is parked by the curb, and your phone buzzes in your hands. Lando has informed you of their arrival, and you quickly tell them you’ll be right out to avoid them coming to the door. You don’t know if they’re “meet the parents” caliber yet, Ferrari or not.

“Don’t worry about it, Papà. I’ll text you when I’m on my way back tonight,” you press kisses to both of your parents’ cheeks, “Save some food for me to take to work tomorrow, please?”

Your mom pinches your ear, “Ay! You are going on a date? Finally! Is he handsome on top of being rich? A Ferrari is okay as long as he is as beautiful as the car, you know?”

Your dad makes a noise of complaint as he follows you both towards the door, “A Ferrari is more than okay as long as he respects you and treats you well. And, if he buys me a Ferrari too—ask him for me.” 

You fuss at them, flustered but smug as you ignore your dad’s request, and you turn to smirk at your mom, “Papà, I plan to find outfit they treat me well tonight. Mamá. They’re both gorgeous.”

Your dad blinks in confusion as your mom crows in delight, “¡Mija! I knew I raised you properly! ¡Vas, vas! Have fun and you have to tell me everything when you get back, yes?” [My girl!; Go, go!]

“Sí, Mamá. ¡Muchos besos, te quiero!” You slip out of the door, the sound of your mother explaining that you’ve garnered the interest of two men to your father fading behind you as you walk to the car. [Yes, mom. Kisses, I love you!]

Carlos and Lando are waiting for you on the curb, the engine purring lowly behind them. Your gait slows as you near, and the Spaniard reaches out to press his lips to the back of your hand fleetingly. 

They’ve dressed well; Lando in a light gray, short-sleeved, collared, v-neck that rests untucked over white chinos and a pair of gray sneakers to match. He’s sprinkled with bracelets, a few of them decorate his toned forearms on both wrists, and there’s a singular silver chain peeking from the cut of his shirt. Carlos is dressed similarly with the white chinos, yet he’s chosen a light blue button-up with the first few buttons undone, and a pair of dress shoes. His outfit is complimented by a dazzling watch. 

You murmur a greeting to both men, unable to hold eye contact with either of them for long. It’s one thing to fantasize that you have a chance with men clearly out of your league, and it’s another thing to have to muster up the confidence to speak to them outside of your uniform. 

Lando impatiently shifts on his feet as the older man keeps hold of your hand for longer than necessary. When you’re released, Lando takes it a step further and pulls you into a hug, his body heated and solid against yours. A shiver runs down your spine when his hand rests on the exposed skin of the small of your back. You hum, pleased as you inhale the velvety scent of his cologne, missing the closeness as he pulls away from you a beat later.

You step back, your heart thudding as you quip, “I didn’t know we were on hugging terms already.”

“I’m sorry,” Lando flushes easily, and Carlos chuckles, “I should’ve asked if it was okay.”

“I liked it,” you smile at him, pretending as if your heart isn’t pounding forcefully from the brief embrace, “I-I mean, it was fine, don’t worry.”

The Brit hums at your response, his eyes drifting along your form before meeting yours again with a hint of a smirk at the corner of his lips. His blush recedes as yours strengthens, now apparent on your darker skin. 

“Lovely house,” he withdraws, and you’re thankful he avoided commenting on the evident flush he invoked with nothing more than a hug and a pass of his eyes.

“Thank you, my parents bought it and moved here after I started university,” you explain needlessly, “They’re pretty great. They were the ones who made me apply for the position at La Moraleja. So, really, it’s them you have to credit with us meeting, I suppose.”

“We also have to thank them for having a beautiful daughter,” Carlos alleges smoothly.

You fluster, “I-I’ll pass the message along. Both of you are very handsome, but I think you guys hear that often.”.

“Don’t worry. It sounds sweeter coming from you,” Lando edits his point with an impish grin, “—and from Carlos too, sometimes.”

“Don’t be a brat, Lando,” the Spaniard’s voice is light as he entertains the younger, “Unfortunately, I think we will be late if we continue to stand here and flirt in the street,” Carlos says, and his eyes shift to look past you and at your house, “—And, I think your dad might come outside and kill us. Which would not be very pleasant, in my opinion.”

You spin around, chagrined at the sight of your dad watching the three of you with a harsh stare. 

“Yes! Let’s get going, I would hate to be late. Ignore him, please.” Lando waves at your dad anyways, endearing himself to you further, “And, you won’t have to worry about being murdered as long as you get him a Ferrari.”

The two men startle into laughter at that, and you hold your hands up candidly, “What? His words, not mine!”

You didn’t account for the oddness of one of you sitting in the backseat, but Lando assigns himself to the back, claiming that you have “passenger princess” rights. 

The wind ruffles through your curls aimlessly as Carlos drives towards your destination. The ride is filled with endless chatter and flirting. A smile is constantly on your face as the three of you speak through topics easily. There’s not a single time you feel like an outsider, even though it’s clear how familiar they are with each other. 

The restaurant you find yourself in isn’t screaming its extravagance at you, which is surprising. While it’s dimly lit, and you can hear live music thrumming through the air from somewhere deeper inside over the lively chatter—it feels like a classic restaurant, intimate and comfortable. Like somewhere you could go for a nice dinner often.

The hostess straightens upwards with recognition when she spots Carlos and she greets the three of you good naturedly before disappearing to check if your table is ready. 

The Spaniard notices the surprise on your face, “My family and I have dined here since I was young. You have never come here before? ”

You shake your head, “I’m a little jealous, if I’m being honest,” Carlos tilts his head, listening, “I’m mad I didn’t discover this place sooner. The atmosphere is amazing!”

The hostess returns, gesturing for you all to follow after her and Lando grasps your hand to catch your attention as you walk, “If you think the vibe is amazing, just wait until you try the food.”

The table is not in direct sight of anyone besides the kitchen, clearly a spot meant for privacy. Your hidden behind a half wall and a screen overgrown with plants, and the volume of the restaurant seems quieter through the barrier. You lean back in your chair as the three of you wrap up the discussion about yesterday’s conflict.

“I feel incredibly stupid now,” you chuckle, embarrassed. The brown skin of your face burns hot. You focus on the empty wine glass in front of you, avoiding their eyes plainly.

“No,” Carlos’s voice is stern, the serious tone shocking you into looking at him, “Do not be rude to yourself—you are not stupid.”

You stare, dumbfounded, reeling as you process the manner in which he shut down your negative self-talk. If his words totally dissolved your mortification over your immature reaction to seeing them again, you might have thought harder about how that was kind of hot of him to do.

“Aren’t you studying for a PhD?” Lando asks rhetorically, “I think that literally means you’re not stupid.”

You scoff lightly—feeling humored instead of humiliated—at how easily he swept away the tension with a light-hearted comment. The Brit doesn’t know how many people have enlightened you with the knowledge that common sense is, unfortunately, uncommon in post-grad. But, you’ll let his words wash away your self-deprecation lest this turns into an unsolicited therapy session instead of a date an apology dinner.

“Fine. I’m not stupid—but, you can’t deny that it wasn’t a little dumb of me to assume that you guys had lied to me about visiting the golf club every year. And, it was a little more dumb of me to make my decision about working here for another season just because there was a chance that I could see you guys—never mind.” Your teeth clack together forcefully as you slam your mouth shut.

The duo straighten up at the sudden end to your sentence, brains quickly filling in the blanks for them. Lando’s poorly attempting to hide his satisfied smile behind his hand and Carlos’s eyes are bright with understanding. You’ve learned your lesson about making hasty assumptions but you don’t think it’s foolish to deduce this means that they’re actually interested in you too, this time around.

“Ah. Well, we should not have assumed that you knew we were Formula One drivers, which maybe was obvious from how you spoke to us,” Carlos shrugs his shoulders, leveling the blame, “And, I think it’s sweet that you were hoping to run into us again.”

“Mmm,” you hum nervously, “I think it’s delusional.”

One of their shoes knocks against yours underneath the table and you jump in surprise. Carlos’s chest shakes with a silent laugh and his eyebrow raises at you pressingly.

“We should’ve asked for your number last summer,” Lando adds nonchalantly. 

You rattle at his boldness, and you’re given a moment to ponder that as the waiter stops to pour you and Carlos a glass of white wine (Lando refused). You take a brief sip, humming pleasantly at the light and easy flavor, the live music and easy conversation floating through the air providing you a reprieve from your immersion in the two men. 

Your attention is recaptured as you watch Carlos offer Lando a chance to taste from his glass. 

Earlier, the Brit had told you he dislikes the taste of most alcohols when the waiter stepped away to grab the bottle Carlos requested. Yet, Lando accepts, not without making his distaste apparent with an adorable frown. He takes the tiniest sip possible with a look of apprehension and recoils from the glass as he swallows, his nose scrunching in disgust as he shakes his head to further sell his distate. 

Carlos rolls his eyes and laughs, revealing to you how used he is to Lando’s dramatics. He raises a hand to rub at the short hair on the nape of the younger’s neck in comfort.

The look on your face must be cloyingly sweet if the light dust of pink that rises to the Brit’s cheeks when he realizes you’ve watched the entire interaction, is meaningful. Carlos’s eyes become intense when he spots how Lando curls into himself shyly under your eyes. The Spaniard whispers, his volume low enough for only Lando to hear and you wish you knew exactly what was said, because it deepens the tint of his cheeks to a furious red. 

You figure you’ll save him from his torment by bringing up the important stuff.

“So, you only have a month of summer vacation,” you start, fingers fiddling with the edge of a fan-folded napkin, “Which is in August. That’s…so short. My fall semester starts the first week of September.”

Silence falls as they digest the underlying meaning of your sentence. Is it in everyone’s best interest to start something that has to end so soon? Is it in your best interest to risk catching feelings for two athletes (celebrity-athletes, at that) during the last month of your break? 

“A month is a long time,” the younger man starts, his blue-green eyes intent, “We’ll just have to make the most out of it, right? I want to get to know you more, and I have a feeling that the three of us will have a fun time together—If you want to give it a try.”

“A ‘fun time’? Like—like a fling?” Your expression remains indifferent as you ask. You need them to clarify what they want out of this without revealing your emotions. It’s only proper for you to prevent any future miscommunication or misunderstanding about this; you learned from your earlier mistake.

Lando’s earnest gaze has lost some of its shine, and Carlos’s eyes now seem guarded.

“Calling it a fling is harsh,” the Spaniard responds, “It’s more of a summer romance, no?”

Your laugh isn’t genuine, but they don’t know you well enough to discern that, “Alright, I’ll give our ‘summer romance’ a chance. Using a synonym doesn’t change the definition, you know?” 

Lando cocks his head at you, staring deeply. It feels like he’s trying to puzzle you out, and you stare back in feigned confusion.

“It’s nothing,” He relaxes, leaning back in his chair and moving Carlos’s glass out of the way as he sees the waiter nearing the table with your appetizers, “I just find it odd that you called yourself stupid earlier.” You don’t know what to make of that, but it’s forgotten as the starters are devoured and the conversation shifts into them getting to know you and vice versa.

The older man with them at the golf course last year was Carlos’s father, who is a two-time Rally World Champion. You’re surprised to learn that they’ve only been dating for around a year. Lando says he developed a crush on Carlos when they were teammates at Mclaren, but he was afraid of ruining their relationship and potentially, his career, if he confessed–so he kept quiet. Carlos didn’t realize he was romantically interested in Lando until he signed his contract with Ferrari. 

“Wait, wait, wait,” you interrupt, “If you guys have only been together for a year, did you get together before or after you saw me at the golf course for the first time?”

“A year and three months,” the Spaniard corrects with a serene smile, “Our anniversary was in May.”

The Brit continues for him, “—Which means we started dating about three months before we saw you. Give or take a few weeks.”

You gave a low whistle of surprise—three months into their relationship and they were on the same page about chasing after you. Since then, they had several serious conversations about adding a third to their relationship but hadn’t found or looked for anybody they’d consider to try with. Besides you.

Obviously, they like playing golf; Lando is abysmal, and Carlos is not bad at it. Carlos has two sisters, Lando has a brother and two sisters. Both of them are middle children. Lando is a picky eater, and hates fish and seafood. Carlos will eat anything Lando doesn’t. Lando founded a company with his best friend. Carlos is a Real Madrid fanatic. Lando occasionally streams on Twitch. Carlos enjoys surfing and cycling.

“I’m sorry for saying that you guys sucked at golf yesterday,” you apologize sheepishly.

“It’s okay,” the Brit says, unperturbed, “I do suck at golf. I just wasn’t expecting to hear it come from you.”

“I suck less at golf,” the older man states, “But, if I was good, I would not have been in the sand pit in the first place, no?”

They visit Spain often because family is important to Carlos. Lando’s loved like another son by Carlos’s family and Carlos is loved the same by Lando’s family. Lando is needy. Carlos likes being needed. Carlos is mildly possessive. Lando is too self-critical. Carlos makes the best pancakes. Lando wants to build a beautiful vintage car collection.

They want to see you again. You enjoyed dinner more than you thought was possible. 

They defrosted your nerves and allowed your personality to shine through. It helps that they were actively listening as you complained and gushed over your studies, told anecdotes of the shenanigans you and the others got up to on the golf course, and spoke about your future outlooks. They didn’t mind your lack of knowledge about Formula One and explained the sport in detail to you. They were determined to figure out what made you mad, what made you happy, what made you laugh, what made you shy—and, what made you go pink.

It didn’t take them long to discern that staring at your lips is the trick. When they made that discovery, they weaponized it the entire night. While one of them played with the rings on your fingers or tucked a curl behind your ear, the other managed to fluster you by letting their eyes wander for a few seconds before meeting yours again with increasing intensity. You experienced heart failure several times, and had to ask them to repeat themselves more frequently thanks to their psychological warfare.

Your heart feels like it may cease to function again as they walk you to your doorstep. The lights inside the house are off, you returned later than you thought you would. Your parents left the porch light on for you and it casts an amber warmth. Carlos and Lando don’t invite themselves into your space as you dig your house keys out of your purse, ever the polite men. The sound of your keys jingling harmonizes with your triumphant hum as you pull them out. 

You face the boys, placing your hand on the doorknob behind you, waiting for them to speak. 

“Are we forgiven for unintentionally leading you to believe that we led you on and wasted your time?” Lando blurts out.

You knock your head back against the doorframe, abashed, shutting your eyes to dispel the HD playback your brain gifts you with. “If you both agree to never bring it up again, I’ll forgive you.”

“I suddenly do not know what we’re talking about,” Carlos nods seriously, and Lando echoes the sentiment.

You release the doorknob and take the few steps towards them. As you expected, their eyes simultaneously drift to stare at your mouth. You lightly place a hand on Carlos’s shoulder before leaning up and brushing your lips across his cheek in the lightest ghost of a kiss, before moving to Lando and doing the same.

You carefully backpedal to the door turning to insert your key into the lock, before you look back at them. Your heart flutters at the sight of Carlos, who’s frozen, standing all wide-eyed and pressing his fingers to his cheek like he’s unsure if he imagined the kiss. Lando however, looks hungry. His eyes are the darkest you’ve seen tonight, and they’re locked on how you teasingly flick your tongue across your bottom lip.

“While we may only have a month to spend together—it doesn’t mean I’m easy. I, at least!—need a second date before I let you do anything more than stare at my lips and hold my hand. It might take three dates before I even let you kiss my cheek,” you tease with a joking shrug of your shoulders.

“It’s a good thing that you have my phone number,” the lock clicks open, and you push the door open, “If you don’t use it to set up another date, I think I’ll have no choice but to never forgive you guys.”

“We’ll be using it,” Carlos asserts, recovered from the daze you left him in.

“Hm, good. Text me when you get home.” You step in your entryway, waving your fingers at the two of them leisurely, “Buenas noches.” [Goodnight.]

They mimic your goodbye and you shut the door, clicking the lock. You nosily peek through the peephole to spy on their reactions. Carlos tugs Lando into a bear hug, their wide smiles hidden as they press into each other and the sharpest pitch squeal you’ve heard from Lando travels through the front door. You cover your own giggle with a hand as you watch the two of them kiss and almost skip down your driveway back to the car. You press your back to the door with a deep sigh, a lovestruck smile painting your face while you lay limp to let your heartbeat slow to a normal speed.

The hallway light flicks on and you shriek as your mom stares at you with a deranged smile on her lips, “Tell me everything!”

“Mamá! What are you doing up? It’s late!” You exclaim, straightening upwards with your hands on your hips, failing at distracting her from how you were weak in the knees a couple of seconds ago. “It’s okay, mija! I’ll start a fresh pot of coffee for us and you can tell me all about your date!” She rushes forward, grabbing your hand to pull you into the kitchen.

Ironically, the second date ends up being late night mini golf. Even better, you destroy them at it. It wasn’t an easy feat, they made plenty of attempts to sabotage and distract you; whether it was yelling, spooking, poking, or prodding at you as you readied your putt, but it wasn’t enough to give them a chance of catching up. 

You figure more of your mistakes were from being unable to stop laughing as the two performed atrociously. Carlos ended up polluting every water feature with golf balls and Lando couldn’t manage to finish a single hole in under 8 strokes—the highest par was 6. You patted Lando on the back consolingly, telling him to find comfort in the fact that they’re equally terrible at putt-putt golf.

The two seemed surprised at your finesse with a club, almost like they’d forgotten you work on a golf course. You may not be a caddy, but you’ve had plenty of time to work on perfecting your technique. You did well enough to place sixth on the leaderboard, the employees said that Carlos’ score might be the worst they’ve ever seen.

With their egos severely bruised, you convinced them to soothe the loss over with ice cream at a neighboring parlor. Lando was satisfied with plain vanilla and Carlos with a scoop of dulce de leche. You elected for cookies and cream, but found yourself being fed their flavors as well. 

The sugary treats were delicious. Watching them stare at your lips pursed around a spoonful of ice cream was far more delectable. Lando broke the fourth time you managed to dot a bit of vanilla above your upper lip. He choked on a whine before leaning into your space. He hesitated a hair’s width away from your lips, his shuddering exhales mixing with yours, his eyes searching for approval. Your eyes fluttered shut and Lando closed the gap. 

His lips were soft and chilled, a result of the ice cream. Warmth blossomed in your chest as you leaned into the kiss, the taste of vanilla lingering in the embrace. His hand raised to cradle your cheek as your lips brushed together languidly, the sound of your heart racing within your chest fading out as you become absorbed by the kiss. 

Lando pulls away, falling back into his seat with his chest heaving. You stare after him with wide eyes, jolting out of it when you notice you’ve dropped your spoon into your lap, Carlos’s dulce de leche ice cream spilling onto your thigh. 

“Do I get to lick this off your thigh since Lando got to kiss it off your lips?” Carlos asks, his tone half genuine, half facetious.

You kick at his ankle underneath the booth and he throws his hands up placatingly. 

“Wait–,” you anxiously flit your eyes around the parlor, “—you shouldn’t have kissed me here Lando. Out in public? Aren’t people going to recognize—”

“We’ve been the only people in here for the past thirty minutes or so,” Lando interrupts, gathering the near-empty dishes and balled-up napkins, “They’ve also been closed for twenty minutes. When you went to the bathroom when we came in, Carlos and I signed something for the owner who was more than happy to keep things quiet for his second favorite Spanish Formula One driver.”

“Second favorite?” Carlos furrows his eyebrows at his boyfriend, his umber eyes adorably confused.

“Mate,” the Brit scoffs, “I might be in love with you ‘n all but we're not going to act like Fernando isn’t the best thing that came out of Spain, besides churros.”

The unfavored Spaniard holds his hand to his chest in betrayal before his eyes narrow and he moves to assault Lando with a pinch to his chest. While you’d love to continue watching this disguised act of foreplay, you would rather be a participant than a voyeur.

“¡Cabrónes!” The two freeze, heads snapping to look at you as your voice cuts through the catfight.

“I think the owner would be even happier if you licked the ice cream off my thigh outside of his parlor so he could finally lock up, sí?”

How Lando kisses with a desperate hunger, Carlos kisses with a ravaging heat. Like he wants to roast your nerve endings with every brush of his lips against yours.

The fiery press of his mouth stokes the arousal building in your navel. His hand tangles in your hair as he directs the tilt of your head. A stuttered whimper slips from your mouth into his as your tongues glide together, a buzzing sensation tingling down your spine as his other hand squeezes your waist tightly.

He walks you backward towards the bed, his lips devouring yours as you wrap your arms around his neck, attempting to pull your bodies even closer than they are. You stumble, gasping when his hand palms your ass and it’s the first time your lips have separated since Carlos claimed them in the hallway.  He tumbles into you as his feet stumble around yours, the darkness of the bedroom not bettering the situation. He nearly sends you both to the floor instead of the plush mattress if not for Lando catching your body and a hand firmly pressed to Carlos’s chest to hold him upright, expletives falling from your mouths until balance is restored.

You rest your forehead on the older man’s collarbone as you abruptly giggle at being so kiss drunk you forgot how to backpedal. The two drivers have no choice but to laugh at the sound of your amusement, Lando cackling and Carlos’s chest shaking with his laughter. 

“I’m not against fucking on the floor,” Lando voices, the sound of his grin loud enough for you to visualize, “But—can we at least have our first time with you on this extremely comfortable bed?”

“First time?” You raise a brow jokingly, nonchalantly pulling your shirt over your head and letting it fall to the floor, “That implies you’re thinking there’s gonna be a second.”

The Spaniard steps away to click the nightstand lamp on, the room partially bathed in warm yellow light. Your eyes adjust seamlessly to the low lighting, allowing you to revel in the sight of him appreciating your exposed skin, even when covered with a plain black bra—you’ve never been more thankful to be wearing a matching pair of panties.

The younger man unclasps the latch of the garment, dragging the straps down your arms, goosebumps rising in the wake of his fingertips, and the bra lands atop your shirt. You feel his breath cascade heatedly along your left shoulder before his lips purse delicately against the brown skin. 

He nips closer to the crook of your neck, lowly murmuring, “I know we’ll be having you for more than a third time.”

Surely feeling left out, Carlos unzips your skirt, tugging it down your hips and offering a hand for you to hold as you step free of it, “Many more times. But for tonight,” the older man pauses, toying with the band of your panties, looking at you with a smirk, “We must settle on saving the floor for round two. After we have caused you to ruin the sheets.”

Internally, you scream in elation. Two men eager to fuck you stupid, for the rest of your summer—you pray they’re not bluffing. You can’t remember the last time you’ve had sex good enough for a repeat performance. Externally, you shimmy out of your panties and tug at the hem of Carlos’ button-up once you’re bare. 

“If you want me to ruin your sheets, I’m pretty sure that requires you both to be less clothed.”

Lando’s free of everything but his briefs in a handful of seconds while Carlos struggles to unbutton his shirt. The younger pulls you into bed, guiding you to lay on your back as he holds himself over you, dipping to kiss you messily, unafraid to let his moans knit with yours. By the time the older man has lost his clothes and joined the two of you on the bed, the Brit’s focus has traveled down the length of your neck to your chest. Reddened marks bloom on your bronzed skin, mottled across your decolletage in a pattern only known as desire. 

He laves his tongue against a pebbled nipple, his teeth scraping the sensitive bud, delighting in the way your body arches upwards into his mouth. Your hand pulls tightly at brunette curls, his resulting whimper at the burn of his scalp muffled around your breast, his eyes screwing shut. You loosen your grasp, unable to determine if that was a positive reaction and you’re pleased to see his eyes fly open, his gaze demanding more. His large hand envelopes your wrist, attempting to have you further mess up his hair, but the motion is halted when Carlos cocks Lando’s head backward with an unrelenting fist. 

The younger man shudders, his eyes rolling at the rough treatment. He rises to lessen the pressure of his boyfriend’s grasp, settling into a kneel between your legs with Carlos pressed to his back. The burn of his scalp subsides when the hold weakens, the tension leaving the younger man in a breath and his head droops back on a broad shoulder.

The Spaniard captivates your attention as he presses a kiss to Lando’s jaw, moving the same hand that was in his boyfriend’s hair to splay against his abdomen, a finger dipping to poke at his bellybutton, causing Lando to jolt with a whine. Carlos coos, calming the man with a rub of hand along his torso.  

“Don’t let him fool you. He likes a bit of pain,” Carlos tweaks Lando’s nipple demonstratively, letting the sight of the younger man’s arousal jumping underneath his briefs accompanied by a strangled moan speak for itself. “He’s a brat, even if he likes to pretend otherwise. A little sting is enough to remind him how to act…most times. Right, Landito?”

The man moves to hide his face in Carlos’s neck as if it’ll hide the sight of him nodding in confirmation. It doesn’t help that the meek “yes” he breathes into the muscle isn’t muffled at all.

“And because he wants to be good,” Carlos continues, pulling at Lando’s waistband and releasing it to snap against flushed, pink skin, “He’s going to keep himself busy with you while I see if I can still taste the dulce on your thigh. Is that okay with you?”

You gulp, anticipatory. “M-more than okay.”

The younger man's eyes are all pupil, ringed with stormy-colored irises as he’s lowered by your side. You were contemplating teasing him about his brat complex—but the haze of his eyes causes you to reconsider.

The gap of his teeth remains adorable even as he bites his lips, the plush skin reddened and raw from where he’s already scraped the skin off. Prolonged eye contact from him seems impossible—his gaze flits away from yours after a handful of seconds. He struggles to decide where to look, happening upon your lips, zoning out with a yearning pout. Lando is clueless to the effect of his fixation; he reignites the redness on your cheeks and the skipping of your heartbeat.

Frightened by Carlos’s spit-slicked lips brushing along the bone of your ankle, you twitch, breaking Lando’s trance. 

The Brit’s blush deepens when he notices you’ve been watching him stare without saying a word. He muffles a mortified whimper into a pillow, smushing his face so deeply into the fabric you worry he may strangle himself. You glance at Carlos for assistance and the man only nods in the younger’s direction, continuing to drag his mouth up your legs, pausing to suckle the skin of your thighs and smirking when he feels the muscles flex underneath his lips.

“Lando, chico,” you croon, petting a hand through the curls at the crown of his head, “Look at me.”

He peeks an eye at you shyly, turning to face you fully, reassured at the enamored look you cover him with.

“Besamé,” you murmur, knowing it’s something Lando’s heard plenty of times from the man nestled between your legs. [Kiss me.] 

The younger understood, rushing to press his lips to yours filthly. The frantic energy is winsome, your chest tightening at the sounds of him whining and mewling needily into your mouth. He licks into your mouth insistently, his attention devoted to tasting the remaining sweetness of ice cream on your tongue. From below, Carlos hums as his tongue polishes off the remaining stickiness on your bronzed skin.

The sounds they rip from you are muffled by the younger man, but the grunt of annoyance Carlos makes as the lingering dulce de leche flavoring of your thigh disappears is clear. He drags his tongue against your labia in one firm stroke, your abdomen undulating at the unexpected attention to your cunt. He smacks his lips, savoring, before a moan rumbles through his chest.

“Better than the ice cream,” he announces, the brown of his iris darkened with greed. 

Lando frees your lips to look at his boyfriend pleadingly, and you take the time to breathe. He left you lightheaded as he kissed every ounce of oxygen from your lungs.

“ ‘wanna taste, ” Lando begs, and Carlos pulls up to meld their lips together, and you're briefly hypnotized by the muscles of his arms contracting through the movement.

The most reedy whine escapes the curly-haired man as Carlos shares the taste of your arousal with him. Your head is filled with the sound of blood rushing through your ears, buffering at the sight of the two men feasting on your essence—what were you thinking when you agreed to be a summer romance? You’re never going to be able to recover from this, and they haven’t even fucked you yet.

They separate, Lando’s chest heaving as he licks along his lips in search of any faint traces of your taste. Carlos resituates himself between your thighs, his voice carrying a firm edge, “Wait your turn, cariño. Keep being good for me—for us, yes?”

The younger man seems small as he nods, appearing a little empty-headed at the command, but he obeys. Turning back to peck your lips sweetly, Lando trails downward to leave a few marks of his own along the column of your neck.

You grab his jaw lightly, “No marks—,” the light in his eyes dulls slightly, “—that high up.” He brightens and lowers his mouth to your collarbone, nipping at your skin, energized by your nails scratching along his scalp.

Your mouth parts in a silent gasp as Carlos joins in. He laps between your folds sloppily, his nose knocking your clit with every bob pf his head. The hand that isn’t buried in brunette curls fists in Carlos’s locks of hair, holding him steady while he prods at your entrance with the tip of his tongue.

Your brain buzzes, toes curling as the older man eats you out, the sounds of him enjoying his meal reverberating through the air, harmonizing with your cries and Lando’s snuffles as he toys with your nipples.

Carlos presses a finger inside, thrusting shallowly against your fluttering walls and his mouth purses around your bud, the suckle of his lips puppeteering your spine into arching and your hips into bucking. His stubble scratches your thighs, the scrape searing but adding to your gratification.

He curls upwards, dragging roughly through the clenching of your cunt, adding a second finger that your walls swallow voraciously. The ache of the stretch is calmed quickly by the ample leaking of your arousal and the constant attention of a tongue on your clit as Carlos steadfastly hunts for your sweet spot.

Your mewls are ragged, forced from your lungs with every press of his fingers. Your eyes flutter as pleasure singes your skin, you find the strength to hold them open as you lock gazes with the man between your legs. His eyes are characteristically wide, but they scream his commitment to making you scream.

There’s no fighting. Your head falls back when his fingers graze near that pleasure point and your eyes screw shut when he perfects the angle and massages your sweet spot with his fingertips. 

A shrill shriek leaves your lips as the penetration becomes unrelenting. He constantly presses on the button that has your thighs tightening around his head, but the temptation of taking his final breath between your legs has him doubling down, suckling at your clit forcefully as he prods a third finger inside of you.

Lando chokes, crying out loudly as your hand yanks at his curls, his hips jumping to grind along your hip, his briefs damp from where he’s been leaking. Carlos’s laugh as he watches his boyfriend desperately hump in search of friction, vibrates around your swollen bud, forcing out a squeal nearly loud enough to drown out the sound of your slick squelching around his fingers.

Abruptly, he pulls away. His digits slip from your walls, your entrance left to pucker hungrily around air. Carlos’s stare is loud as he fights the urge to press inside of you again.

The lack of stimulation is maddening. You free your hold on Lando, and he collapses onto you, body pinning yours to the bed—his weight steadying as you restrain your anger at the sudden halt.

You blink deliriously at the sight of Carlos tearing a condom wrapper open with his teeth. The slowing rhythm of your heart speeds up as you revel at the image of his hand rolling the condom down his hardened length, flushed and throbbing with arousal. 

It’s daunting. It’s been a long time since you’ve last had sex. At some point, you decided to prioritize protecting your peace rather than dealing with men who aren’t going to do anything other than ruin your PH and fail to make you cum. It doesn’t help that Carlos is well-endowed; you need to come to terms that you’re going to have a limp after this.

Lando sits upwards to watch his boyfriend drag his length through your folds, moaning in unison with you as Carlos’s tip brushes along your pulsing clit. The Spaniard grunts at the heated slide before resting at the gape of your entrance, but he looks up to you for your go ahead. 

“I-it’s been a while,” you admit tensely, covering your eyes with the back of your hand as anxiety builds in your navel.

“How long is ‘a while?’” Carlos asks, without a single hint of judgment. Lando pulls your hand off your face tenderly, revealing their compassionate expressions.

“You remember how I joked about not kissing you guys until a second date?” You toy with Lando’s fingers distractedly, and they confirm their recollection, “Well—there hasn’t been anybody that’s made it past a second date in a long time.”

“Carlos is gentle,” Lando reassures you, halting your play with his fingers to hold your hand comfortingly, “I promise. And he listens very well, and pays attention, and goes at your pace. If he doesn’t, I’ll beat his ass.”

You giggle at that, your nerves fading as Carlos yelps at the threat. This exact kind of behavior is the kind you can see yourself falling in love with.

“Ay! Yes—Lando has permission to knock some sense into me if I hurt you,” Carlos jokes, pausing momentarily before his tone becomes hopeful, “And, we would really like to be the ones who make it to a third date—I’ll follow your pace, I swear.”

The knot in your stomach tightens for another reason besides arousal.

“I believe you,” you murmur, relaxing back into the bed, raising your’s and Lando’s joined hands to press a kiss to his wrist. Lando hums sweetly at you, laying at your side again, his free hand cradling your waist, thumb brushing calmingly on your rich brown skin. 

Carlos breaches you softly—gently, as Lando said he would. The three fingers he stretched you with was a safe play. If it were only two, you would be feeling a sharp pain instead of an ache. The burn is delicious, your inhale stutters as the head of his cock pops into you.

“Joder,” Carlos curses, his jaw clenched tightly, his grip tight on your thighs, as he inches deeper. His eyes trace your complexion attentively for any sign that it’s too much. “Relax, mi corázon��let me in.”

The sweet endearment encourages you to pant through a tiny whimper. Lando’s hand pets along your navel as he sweeps a kiss across your brow bone.

“‘s big isn’t he?” He murmurs, voice breathy, “Fuck—it’s gonna be worth it when he’s all the way inside you, yeah? Stretching you out just right, touching spots you didn’t know existed. It hurts a little, I know, love. But, it hurts so good, doesn’t it? I don’t know how that fits inside me every time I take it, but it’s worth it.”

You whimper fitfully—you want to watch Carlos make him take it.

The discomfort twisting your brows lightens slightly, and Carlos pulls out before he sinks another inch in. The shallow stroke sends an appealing rush of sharp pleasure skittering up your spine and it pools at the back of your head.

A real moan is forced from your chest, and your eyes open to see Lando tucking a curl behind your ear, smiling knowingly.

“Yeah, that felt good didn’t it, baby?” You can’t solely credit the burst of pleasure behind your eyes to Carlos’s barely there thrusts as he works deeper. The praise and pet names Lando seems keen to utilize should be accounted for as well. The Brit presses down on your navel with an astoundingly large palm.

His lips graze your ear as he whispers, “Don’t you wanna feel him here? All deep inside of you?” He pauses briefly, letting your imagination work before continuing. “I feel him there when he fucks me. Like he’s making room for himself, yeah? Gonna open up for him? For me? Gonna let yourself feel good, sunshine?”

Carlos’s hips meet the backs of your thighs as he bottoms out.

Choked gasps leave you and Carlos. Your skin alight, your pores flaring raw. His calloused hands rub over your hips and thighs, one settling where Lando’s was previously holding at your waist and the other amply squeezing the curve of your ass.

Behind your closed eyes, you see the white flare of heat zinging through every nerve ending, your body overstimulated at receiving pleasure in the highest, unfiltered form. Lando was right—it feels like he made room for himself. The weight of him is searing, your walls fluttering frantically as they adjust.

Your most conscious thought is realizing why orgasms are referred to as “little deaths.” Because, if him fucking into you for the first time is this good? Cumming around him has to feel akin to ascending to heaven.

The younger man turns your head towards him with a gentle nudge of your cheek. His eyes peer into you searchingly. You don’t know what he’s trying to find. You’re more concerned with coaxing him into another kiss.

You raise up with an unsteady arm, toppling forward to press your lips to his, but you miss and land near the corner of his mouth. At your disappointed grown, Lando moves to kiss you chastely, before he looks at Carlos.

The older man’s eyes are silken as they dance between you and his boyfriend. It takes Lando tugging him forward with a hand on his bicep for him to understand that you’re pining for a kiss from him as well.

The Spaniard catches the strangled mewl you make with his lips, the change in angle as he hovers over you amplifying the pressure of him within you tenfold. Delicately, he leads the dance of tongues, using the lip lock to distract you from the barely there roll of his hips.

It works, the nervous tension that had gathered in your core unraveling completely at the sensual rock. The grinds remain tender as he gradually works you up to weightier strokes and a quicker rhythm.

Your lips uncouple when your head lulls backwards, a drawn-out purr rolling underneath your chest. With your knees bending to cradle Carlos’s hips, you cast lidded eyes to the Spaniard, bathing underneath his appreciative gaze and the blissful twist to his brows as he rolls into you.

“Carlitos, fóllame,” you murmur, watching his eyes widen in surprise, “I said it’s been a long time, not that I’m going to break.” [Fuck me.]

Lando grins beside you, quieting his laughter by pressing his face into your hair. The older man flusters, a red flush spreading across his chest, and he reminds you that he’d promised to be gentle.

His dedication to his word is attractive and you’re thankful he followed through. You tell him as such, but not without another teasing jab, “Thank you for being gentle. However, I think continuing to be gentle when I ask for more might decrease your chances at a third date.”

Lando jerks upwards to gape at the two of you, frazzled, “That’s not even funny! Babe—do better!”

The brown-eyed man doesn’t entertain either of you with a verbal response.

A bitten-off shout is punched from your chest as his hips slam into you with vigor, your vision crossing as the older man settles into a hard pace. His cock threatens to slip out of you with every stroke out and your body jolts with every ruthless thrust inside, the maddening force turning your mind syrupy with arousal and lightning-hot pleasure.

Endless praise is voiced by Carlos between every rough grunting pant he releases. Your brain is filled with seductive words; bien chica, so tight, you sound so pretty, you can take it. 

You can only hope he hears your gratitude through your repeated moans. You dig your nails into his muscled back as he grazes your sweet spot every couple of thrusts. The sharp pain only has Carlos’s hips stuttering for a moment. He growls, his grip turns bruising as he fucks into you with abandon. Your lungs burn and your legs shake. You squirm beneath him fruitlessly, attempting to buck away from the overwhelming grind, but you're pinned underneath his body weight. Your escape attempt is noticed by both men.

Lando tuts, pressing you down into the mattress with an arm around your waist to prevent any future attempt of you shifting. “Don’t run from it, sunshine.”

Carlos laughs sardonically, and you squeal as shame crawls along your synapses at the noise. He changes the angle of his thrusts to bully that spongy spot inside of you relentlessly, “It’s not too much, no? I thought you said you didn’t want me to be gentle?”

Your body curls in distress, mouth-parted wide at the excruciating attention paid to your most nirvanic point . You try to squeeze your walls tighter around him, to afflict a hint of the unbearable pleasure he’s wreaked upon you. Your shocked to discover that he’s fucked you open so well that your cunt can’t do much more than take what he gives you.

Your wetness squelches with his motions, a thin layer of sweat accumulates on your skin and steams the air around you. The scent of sex and aftertaste of ice cream permeates your mind as your orgasm peaks. 

It bursts through you, the intensity slamming through you like a train. Your body falls limp as the pleasure overrides your control, the unrestrained screams of their names are piercing as the waves brutally crash over you. 

Carlos slams his lips to yours, your teeth clacking together painfully and you can only pant into his mouth as he messily kisses you through your orgasm and steamrolls into his own with his strongest pounding thrusts.

Spanish curses are hidden by your mouth as he lays into you, like he’s not quite done molding you to his shape. He fucks you both through it, the vigor of his grinds wearing as the spurts of his spend slows within the condom. 

His arms buckle, pushing an umphf from your chest as he falls onto you. The heaviness is grounding and you wrap your arms around him, shuddering through the aftershocks.

Lando shifts needily at your side, but doesn’t speak. He pulls the arm on your waist from underneath his Carlos’s torso and drags a finger along the reddened scores your nails carved into his boyfriend’s back, with a look in your eyes you can’t place. Is it envy? Quietly, you contemplate the ache you feel between your legs. 

“Get naked, cariño,” you rasp, finding a second wind at the younger man doing as you asked, “It wouldn’t be fair if you didn’t get a turn, too.”

Carlos nuzzles deeper into the curve where your neck meets your shoulder, his lips and eyelashes tickling your cooling skin. He misses the sight of his boyfriend wildly flinging his briefs to an unknown corner of the bedroom.

Sitting on his haunches, the Brit’s reaches to grab his cock. It’s leaking and (concerningly) redder than the skin of his cheeks from the lack of attention paid to it. He yanks his hand back as if slapped, and digs his nails into the meat of his thighs.

Oh, you think, is it too much for him or is he not supposed to touch?

You reach to close your palm around his poor, dripping length, only managing a single, loose stroke when a pained hiss is ripped from Lando’s teeth. His hips jerk back, freeing himself from barely there hold of your hand. The toned muscles of his abdomen jump as his cock flares and a stream of precum dribbles from his swollen tip.

“Fu-uck,” he shakes, “— ‘can’t. Too sensitive, ‘ll cum.”

The green and blue pools of his eyes are wet with moisture, and his chest—dotted with moles and patches of flushed skin—trembles with every inhale. The man laying on your chest shifts to trail his eyes over Lando’s form. The corner of his lips tilts into a smirk as his boyfriend attempts to hide his arousal behind a hand.

“Sol,” Carlos says to you as his eyes remain piercing into the Brit, “You should ride him—if you are able to, of course.” [Sunshine/Sun]

“Uhh…” you stutter, your attention bouncing between the two as you refrain from answering. 

The numbness settling within your cunt can be ignored if it means you get to have the younger man underneath you. Except, it looks like he’s about to cry, and you don’t want to pressure him into agreeing with your answer if he honestly can’t handle it. The teary-eyed man whimpers thinly, splaying himself on his back next to you, looking past you to meet Carlos’s eyes meekly, his voice tiny as he responds, “—won’t last.”

The Spaniard pulls out of you slowly, murmuring apologies and kissing your cheekbone when your brow twinges in discomfort. He helps you straddle the younger man’s hips, careful to support you as your legs haven’t stopped quivering.

His hand drifts between your pelvises, dragging a nail along the underside of Lando’s cock and you can’t deny the buzz of electricity that sings in your gut at the younger man’s wounded cry. The tears spill over his waterline, though he’s squeezed his eyes shut to try to stop them from falling. Carlos tuts at the man patronizingly.

“Too much, Landito?” Carlos pouts at him, “It is fine if you cannot take it. If you don’t want to cum tonight that’s—“

Lando’s eyelids spring open, looking at Carlos desperately as he babbles, “No,no,no,no—‘wanna cum. Please, ‘los.”

The seconds Carlos spends rolling protection over Lando’s cock are filled with choked gasps as the younger man cries, overwhelmed at the lightest touch of fingertips. You lower around his cock smoothly, walls clenching around him greedily, vision tunneling on the soundless bliss of his expression when your ass meets his skin.

You hum at the fullness, your mind settling at how right it feels. The first circle of your hips has Lando’s hands clawing at your hips, adding his own marks on your skin to compliment his boyfriend’s. He wriggles, overwhelmed, but bucks to meet your rolling body regardless.

He’s flushed from head to waist, fresh tears painting tracks of salt down his face before they drip off his jawline to splash on the bed sheets. Your pace remains tantric, and you don’t move more than an inch upwards to avoid testing his limits. The suckling, hot, drag is more than enough for him, if the pulsing of his cock is any telling. Your own sensitivity begins to bite at the base of your spine, your brain exhausted at the feeling of Lando pressing into the rawness that Carlos carved out.

The Spaniard must notice the way the two of you are tiring of chasing euphoria. Lando’s grinds weaken as the precipice of ecstasy is dangled in front of him, hoarse sobs racking through him as he fails to reach it on his own. Carlos splays his hand across Lando’s throat. The Brit’s whimpers pleadingly, and his mouth parts roundly as his boyfriend applies a light pressure to the sides of his neck. 

Lando shakes apart underneath you with uneven thrusts, his helpless gasps echoing through the room as you continue the grind of your hips to coax him through the bliss of release. He bodily restricts your movements when you edge him towards too-much, pulling you off of him with a single hand underneath your thigh. 

Your knees buckle, pitching over to lie face down next to the British man, who mewls sharply as Carlos pulls the soiled condom off. The heat of the Spaniard disappears, the sheets ruffling as he leaves the bed, causing Lando to make a noise of confusion.

“Water, mi amor,” Carlos chuckles, and you’re happy your face is hidden as you can’t contain your expression of envy at the endearment. He maneuvers Lando’s arms to curl around you, “I am getting us water. I will be quick.”

The younger man, as fucked-out as he is, uses a surprising amount of force to pull you into his chest as he buries his nose in your frazzled nest of hair. He uses his other hand to pull your leg around his hip and hums happily when your bodies press together without an ounce of space to spare. He squeezes you tightly, your dejected frown disappearing as you bask in his embrace, uncaring of the layer of sweat pooling on your cooling skin and the stickiness of your thighs.

There’s three cups with straws in Carlos’s hands as he rejoins the two of you on the bed. He sets one on the nightstand and holds the other two while you and Lando untangle your limbs. Once Carlos is satisfied by the slow sips you two take, he slinks into the bathroom and returns with a warm, soaked cloth to wipe the grime from everyone’s bodies. 

He’s careful about the press of the rag, paying attention to every muscle that tenses in sensitivity and tries to do the job as painless as possible. He nods in content once finished, scooping his glass up to rehydrate himself as well.

Lando bites at the metal straw, the gap of his teeth ridiculously cute even as his eyes brighten with mischief, “So…five minutes and we go again?”

“¡Que te jodan!” You cast a look of disbelief at him, “Lando you just cried through an entire orgasm and you want to go again? Already?” [Fuck you!]

The Brit shrugs loftily, slurping through the last bit of water in his cup and toothily smiling as he blinks at you in feigned innocence. His softened length twitches to attention, and you rest your head in your hand, shutting your eyes briefly for strength.

“Oh, what the hell,” you mumble, before clearing your throat, speaking louder, “I need like 15 minutes—or, until I can feel my legs again. Whichever comes first.”

Carlos collects the empty cup from Lando and sets it on the nightstand with his own. “Would you like to watch him fall apart around me while you wait?”

You choke on the sip of water in your mouth, coughing desperately to clear your throat as your eyes water from the burn. The worried look in the Spaniard’s eyes has an amused tinge to it, even as he pats you on the back in aid—you have a feeling he timed his question with your swallow on purpose.

“That’s a stupid question,” you croak, strangled, “Of course, I want to watch.”

You snuffle against a warmed patch of skin annoyed. The heat of sunlight paints your face golden, and you shift to burrow further into the warmth of limbs around you to drowsily slip back into sleep. You find yourself nodding off, but your ears become alert to the sounds of birds calling and chirping outside. 

Your body reacts before your brain as you fly upwards into a seated position. Shit! You have to go to work!

A pained whimper is exhaled as your lower body aches, sore from last night’s activities. The tangle of tanned arms fall limply around your waist at your change in position, the snores of the two men beside you uninterrupted. You carefully pry their arms away, and slip from the bed, digging through the pile of clothes on the floor, grinding your teeth at the numbness of your legs underneath you.

You dress yourself quickly, closing your eyes in thanks for Carlos forcing you into the shower before you passed out. Hopping across the bedroom to tug your skirt up, you stumble into the bathroom to examine the state you're in, pulling your shirt over your head all the while. 

Your curls are a mess, but that can be fixed at work. Lando respected your wishes of keeping his marks below the collar, but you can spot a few of the bruises on your thighs that their fingertips left. 

You curse briefly, unsure if you have a skirt long enough that would hide the mottled skin before remembering that you have a pair of biker shorts that you can slide on underneath that will get the job done. Pressing a thumb into the shape of Carlos’s thumb, you shiver at the glance of pain that sparks up your spine, swallowing tightly as you recall how it was left there.

With a shake of your head to expel the unseemly thoughts, you turn the faucet on to splash water on  your face. You need to call an Uber to get to work. Rushing out of the en-suite, you frantically search for your phone, trying to remain silent to avoid waking up the boys tucked in that ridiculously plush mattress.

“¿Qué estas buscando?” You screech frightfully at the rough timber of Carlos’ voice, spinning around to look at him. [What are you looking for?]

He’s preciously ruffled; his hair sticks up wildly, the comforter draped around his waist as he leans upwards, the planes of his tanned skin sharp in the morning hours, his eyes squinted in your direction under the brightness of the room—the curtains are wide open. 

Did you have sex—illuminated with a single lamp—with the curtains wide open? That’s a problem to fixate over later, you need your phone.

“Have you seen my phone? I can’t find it,” you straighten your shirt, your volume quieting near the end of your sentence as Lando shifts in the bed with a displeased pout that softens when he settles.

“I plugged it in here for you,” Carlos whispers, rolling to take it off the charger, flashing the marks your nails etched into his back. 

He lifts himself out of bed with a rough groan, your mouth drying as you watch him walk to you, clad in a pair of boxers that leave little (it’s not little at all, actually) to the imagination. Carlos’s hand cushions your cheek as he brushes his lips on yours softly, the delicate rhythm washing away your concerns about being late. 

Your lips break apart with a soft pop and he laughs at the discontented sigh you exhale, offering a languid press of lips to your forehead in apology. You reluctantly take the phone from his hand, your eyes bugging out as you realize that you needed to leave five minutes ago to have plenty of time to fix your appearance before you clock in.

“¡Puta madre!” you exclaim, “I’m fucked. I’m going to be so late ‘cause I have to wait for an car.”

“ —Wait for a car?” Carlos’s eyebrows twist in confusion, scratching at his stubble, “Where are you going? You are not staying?”

You throw him a soft look, turning away to figure out where your socks disappeared to, “I’m late for work, Carlitos. I can’t stay—even though I really want to.”

Carlos ah’s in understanding, assisting you in the search for your socks, his voice still croaky with disuse as he talks, “I can drive you? We are only twenty minutes away if you follow the road laws.”

You huff a laugh at his insinuation, tugging your socks on and patting at his arm softly, before gesturing to Lando in the bed, “You don’t have to. I don’t want to inconvenience you, you should be in bed with him. It’s my fault for not having my alarm properly set.”

Carlos shakes his head, rooting through his dresser for a pair of sweatpants that he pulls on, “You are not inconveniencing me. It would be rude if I let you be late to work after last night. I’m not that kind of man. Neither of us are.”

You give in as you watch him pull a plain white tee over his head—he’s too sweet for a fleeting romance. He ambles over to Lando, brushing the unruly curls off his forehead and pressing a kiss to his temple. He tucks the blankets around his boyfriend and a lick of jealousy blooms in your subconscious before you pluck it. 

Carlos grabs his own phone off another charger and stands, speaking to you warmly, “Your shoes and purse are downstairs, yes? There’s some protein bars in the kitchen pantry, grab as many as you want. I should have treated you to a proper breakfast but you do not have the time. I’m going to use the bathroom quickly, if that’s okay?”

You nod, and Carlos quietly shuts the bathroom door behind him. You breathe deeply at the situation you’ve found yourself in, and you scramble to send a quick text to the group chat telling them to cover for you and promising to cover a shift for anybody who does in the future. 

Your phone buzzes almost instantly after with an influx of messages and you click the screen off. They’re probably freaking out at the uncharacteristic vagueness of your whereabouts, but you put off responding to press your own kiss to Lando’s temple before heading downstairs, tenderly stepping to minimize the unsteadiness of your walk.

You appreciate the decor you didn’t get to see last night, the vacation home vibes blatant as you walk through; a modern twist of Spanish style decor. There’s even a fireplace you spot on your way past a sitting room.

You lace up your sneakers, grabbing your purse from the console table in the entryway before searching for the kitchen to grab a protein bar to hold you over until your lunch break. The kitchen is artful, modern in the sense of the new appliances but the colors and details of the tiled walls, clutter, and cabinets gives it a soul. It feels lived in.

You dryly swallow an ibuprofen—you always carry a few in your purse—hoping it will relieve your soreness before work. You open the pantry door, finding an assortment of protein bars and taking your time to read the labels as you hear a door open which means Carlos is heading down. You grab two bars that fit your taste and softly shut the door, unwrapping one to take a bite of now.

“Ah, I knew I would see you again,” Carlos Sr. smiles at you from the kitchen entry, chuckling at the way you jump and nearly drop the bars in your hands, “I will not lie to you, I thought it would be at the golf club and not here.”

Your lips part and seal as you search for a polite answer, but he continues speaking.

“Let me tell you a secret,” he clasps his hands delightfully, “Did my son tell you that he’s been asking me about you every time I am on the course? Papá, did you see her? Papá, when are you going back to Madrid? Aye, they’re smitten over you, mija?”

“¿En serio?” you relax at his mellow tone, enlightened by the new information. [Really?]

“¡Sí!” The older man exclaims, passing by you to start a pot of coffee, “To be honest, I thought you were out of their league last summer,” you laugh, knowing it’s definitely the other way around, “—Honestly!” He insists, turning to face you as the coffee starts to drip.

“I mean, you are in university, getting a further degree,” he shakes his head in respect of your commitment, “Those two just drive in circles for a living! I couldn’t even convince my son to drive rally like I did, ese cabrón.” [That bastard.]

You laugh a little harder at the jab on his own son, muffling it behind a hand, and he continues, “—And, when they told me they did not get your number! Ay! I was so mad at them. I told them to drop everything and go after you, but by the time they made their way up there you were already gone.”

You feel like shit about your outburst on the green. Your expression shutters, and he pats at your shoulder in comfort, “Oh. I-I didn’t know—“

“How could you?” He hums in question, “It is not your fault, if that’s what you are—“

“Mi sol, have you seen my wallet—” Carlos Jr. steps into the kitchen, words cutting off as he balks at the sight of his father, and he shouts, “Papá! ¿Qué hace aquí?” [My sunshine; Dad! What are you doing here?]

“¿Qué estoy haciendo en la casa que compré?” His dad fires back, amused at his son’s stunned question. [What am I doing in the house I bought?]

Carlos blinks at his dad before turning to you, slipping his hand into yours and tugging you out of the kitchen softly, “Let’s go; you’re going to be late, no?”

Sr. chortles as he grabs a mug from the cabinet, “¡Mijo! Hiding a woman from me?! It is okay, Lando will tell me everything. That is why he’s my favorite son!”

Carlos throws his head back with an exasperated groan, but it doesn’t hide the redness of his ears from his father’s teasing.

You stifle your smile, squeezing his hand pacifyingly, “Your wallet is in the bowl at the front. Um, if it’s possible,” you tuck a curl behind your ear shyly, “Do you have another car besides the Ferrari? I love it, but I cannot show up stepping out of that.”

Carlos snorts, shoving his wallet into his pocket and leading you to the garage, “Is a Porsche fine?”

“It’ll work.”

He gets you there in thirteen minutes, slowing the car to a crawl as you direct him to the employee entrance. You grab your purse, awkwardly pausing as you pop the door open. 

You face him with a sheepish grin, “Thank you for the ride. Tell Lando I said good morning.”

Carlos drags his eyes over your form languidly, before he nods imperceptibly, “Do you have enough time to get ready?”

“You’ve made up a few extra minutes for me with your skilled driving on the way here,” Carlos huffs a laugh at that, “So, I should be okay.”

The two of you fall back into silence, unsure of what else to say. You take the leap of faith this time around, it’s the most you can do after learning the way they tried to catch you before you left last summer.

“It wouldn’t be overstepping if I kissed you, right?”

“Ven aquí,” Carlos exhales, unbuckling his seatbelt and leaning over the console to meet you halfway. [Come here.]

His lips are swollen and textured from your’s and Lando’s combined attention, but the kiss is the sweetest and most tender one you’ve ever experienced. The soft exhale of breath from his nose stokes the butterflies in your stomach, who flutter awake as adoration pumps through your veins. The two of you part, eyes fluttering open to stare softly. He settles back into his seat, looking at your lips longingly, his line of sight broken as you exit the vehicle.

You clear your throat, “Um, I’ll text you guys when I get home later, okay? Adiós, te qu—hasta luego.” [Bye, I l—see you later.]

You shut the door and speed walk into the building before he could say anything about how you nearly exposed how down bad you are already. You hope he doesn’t bring it up, for the sake of your mental stability. The moment you step into the employee locker room, you're accosted by your friends, Isa, Lucas, and Stephanie. 

“Damn,” Lucas snaps, “I was really hoping you’d be late. I need my shift on Tuesday covered.”

You shrug, sliding past the girls to walk to your locker. “Sucks to suck.”

“¡Oye, pequeña!” Isa and Stephanie box you in at your locker as you grab your spare uniform and sport shorts, Isa stresses, “You cannot, walk in here and act like nothing happened! You show up wearing the outfit I picked out for you yesterday? Your hair is a mess! You sent the vaguest text about possibly showing up late? And, you get dropped off in a Porsche!?” [Hey, girly(i guess, idrk how to explain it)!]

Stephanie’s eyes blow wide and you rest your head into the cool metal of your locker door as she bursts, “Girl—did you get laid?!”

“Thank you for that, Steph,” you bite out, turning to look at them with the politest grimace you can muster, “Now, everyone will know exactly what I got up to last night because Lucas—,” you point behind you with a thumb, speaking loudly to drive your words in, “—Is physically incapable of keeping his mouth shut.”

He raises his hands up and backs out of the locker room with a devious smile. 

Turning to Isa, you shake your head, “I do not know why you like him. He’s such a chismosa.” [Gossip.]

She rolls her eyes at you, following you as you make your way into the bathroom, “It’s not a bad thing. He tells me all of the gossip I miss out on–why are there bruises on your thigh—holy fuck! He must have big hands. Which means he has a big—”

“Okay!” You screech, running into a stall and locking the door shut behind you, “I will tell you and the girls every single detail as soon as we finish today!”

She makes a triumphant noise, her steps fading as she exits the restroom, “You better! Or, I’ll force you to listen to me wax poetic about Lucas’s eyes for hours!”

Scoffing, you tug your shirt over your head and yell back, “You already do that anyways!”

The slicked-back ponytail you gelled your hair into, has already sprung flyaways since you didn’t have enough time to set your hair with a wrap before you had to drive out onto the course. You’re almost three hours into your shift, and the sun feels like it’s at its strongest even though you have a few more hours of it burning hotter. Only twenty minutes until lunch, you remind yourself, then you can fix your hair and cool down in the restaurant's walk-in freezer.

You’ve just finished serving a bachelor party, a group of ten men who didn’t give you a hard time. You talked loosely with them, engaging in small talk because connections are everything and you never know who you might run into on the green.

Like Carlos and Lando, case in point.

The groom-to-be actually met his fiancé here. She was a bartender in the clubhouse about seven years ago, and on complete chance she ended up being the one to serve him. He was starry-eyed as he explained to you that he fell in love with her as soon as he saw her. He ordered an unbelievably expensive amount of drinks for him and his boys (the same group of men in the bachelor party), and when she slid the bill over to him, he said, “For this price, you could’ve bought me for the night.”

You called bullshit, and he looked at his friends who backed up his words; they all heard it when he said it. You watched as he took a sip from his beer bottle with a reverent shake of his head, “Now, we’re getting married next week. On August 12th, or 8/12. Which was the price of the tab that night, $812.”

You made a joke about him needing to strengthen his self-esteem if he would consider selling his body for a measly $800, and to attend an A.A. meeting because that’s a ridiculous amount of money to spend on drinks that leave your system quicker than you ingested them. 

The men crowed in laughter at your ribbing of the groom-to-be, but you did seriously congratulate him on his engagement and wished him a long, happy marriage.

And currently, you’ve parked your cart for a few minutes to get over the urge you feel to cry. You're jealous of a woman you’ve never met before because she gets to love a man who’s devoting the rest of his life to her. She gets to marry him, and you’ve agreed to be nothing more than a summer romance to the men you could see yourself falling in love with.

You thank the universe for allowing you to cross paths with the groom-to-be. It reminded you of your place with the Formula One drivers and it’s a temporary one.

Your walkie-talkie crackles with the sound of your name and you sniffle deeply, blinking your eyes quickly to rid the moisture. 

“What’s up?” You chirp cheerily into the voice box, waiting for a response.

“By chance, are you missing your earrings? Over.” It’s Ryan, he takes his radio messages seriously. You tug at your earlobes, and damn, you feel naked.

“I am. Did I leave them in the dressing room?”

“You have to say ‘over’ at the end of your messages, you know that. Over.”

“Ryan...” you hold the line open to annoy him a little bit before you give in, “Did I leave them in the dressing room? O-v-e-r, over.”

“I was going to be nice to you but you lost that chance. Over.” 

You snort, intrigued to hear how he’s going to ‘retaliate.’ The two of you started here at the same time and Ryan has become like a little brother to you, against your will. 

“I just wanted to let you know that two objectively handsome men turned in your earrings to the front desk,” you shout in surprise, firing up the golf cart and slamming the pedal down to head back to the clubhouse, “Hmm…I think they said you left them at their house last night. Overrrrr.” He draws the ‘over’ out teasingly and the walkie-talkie squeals with static and screams of surprise from the other employees on the channel.

“TWO? YOU FREAK!!!” Lucas.

Incoherent screaming. Isa.

“Nobody here can call me a slut anymore!” Rob.

“Is that why you couldn’t sit comfortably at the morning meeting?!” Sofia.

Ryan’s voice crackles through, “Oh! I forgot to mention—don’t worry about stealing food from the restaurant for lunch; they dropped off a meal for you. Over.”

The walkie-talkie explodes with noise and you turn the volume to zero. You’re reporting them all to HR.

You tune out the jeers in the break room as you devour a croquetade jamón and chase it with a spoonful of rice. You send a photo of the food with a thumbs-up in the frame, to Carlos and Lando. You type out your thanks for the jewelry return and lunch. There’s no hesitation as you press send on message inquiring about when the third date is going to happen.

The third date is private cooking lesson where you’re coached through making a few classic Spanish tapas. Lando immersed too deeply and only responded to ‘Chef Lando’ during the class. Carlos ate all of the chorizo he was supposed to use on his flatbread. You terrify the actual chef with your less than savory cutting technique. Your torn apart on their fingers that night, as they take turns coaxing you over the cliff.

You decrease the amount hours you’re able to work at the golf course. You’re only on the schedule during the middle of the week–Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday—leaving you with a four day weekend to frolic around Madrid with your boyfr—with Carlos and Lando.

The fourth date is dinner and a show. It’s your first time watching a ballet, and your lucky enough to be watching the performance at Teatro Real, one of the most prestigious opera houses in Europe. It’s also the first time you get railed in a women’s bathroom stall at Teatro Real, one of the most prestigious opera houses in Europe.

Lando pants raggedly as he fucks into you from behind, “Ah—shit, sunshine, you’re so tight.”

Your moan is muffled around Carlos’s cock and he hisses at the vibration, knocking his head against the stall door loudy. 

When Lando climaxes, he whimpers out a, “te quiero.” You pretend to miss it as you concentrate on sucking Carlos to completion. Carlos licks his spend from your tongue, babbling his te quiero’s into your mouth. You don’t say it back. [Te quiero means I love you, but it’s more casual, less serious in nature.]

The fifth date is pottery and you ride Carlos’s face to the image of Lando’s hands coning down his clay on the wheel. The sixth date is driving around the outskirts of Madrd’s city limits and passing the phone around to queue a song to play as you three switch between talking and enjoying the tunes. 

The seventh date is painting the mugs you made; you made two, one for Carlos and one for Lando—they each made you one as well. You’ve painted Carlos’s as a lemon and Lando’s as an orange—and homage to the sip of sunshine line they pulled on you. Lando painted a field of sunflowers for you. Carlos painted a sun with rays spilling from it, the words ‘my sunshine’ scripted into the middle of the sun.

Somewhere between the fifth and seventh date, they became comfortable with saying te quiero  to you outside of sex. 

It’s said as you serve them drinks on the course, as they drop you of at home after dates, as they cuddle with you without wanting more, as they wake you up between them in the morning. 

You give in somewhere beewen the sixth and seventh date. But, you only allow yourself to say te quiero during or after sex.

And, you stifle your sobs of anguish into your pillow at home, dreading the day you return to school and they return to racing.

Your dad enjoys the mobile car show of priceless automobiles that appear in his driveway to pick you up. Your mom eagerly awaits your renditions of your dates every night and you’re careful to edit around the explicit parts. 

The dates progress to you spending your four days off at their  Carlos Sr. 's vacation home, packing a bag with your necessities so you don’t have to risk wasting time away from them by stopping at your house. They take the time to explain to you just how much of a goat Lewis Hamilton is. Lando helps with your wash day, soaking up your tidbits of advice for his own curls. Carlos lets you soundboard ideas for your dissertation off of him without complaining, iterjecting every once in a while with a viewpoint you hadn’t considered. 

Your craving for intimacy is satiated. They twirl you around in the kitchen to Spanish ballads they sing terribly at the top of their lungs. They terrorize you on the green, choosing increasingly difficult cocktails for you to make so you have to spend more time with them instead of doing your job. You and Carlos terrorize Lando with a football games of keep away. You and Lando terrorize Carlos by hiding his shirts from him so he has to walk around topless. They don’t terrorize you in retaliation—if you don’t count their constant te quiero’s as terrorizing acts.They pick you up at some ridiculous hours when you’ve gone clubbing with your friends; making sure you chug a glass of water, helping you rinse off in the shower and moisturizing your skin before dressing you in their clothes, doing your skincare for you before putting you to bed. 

They drag their feet through helping you repack your belongings on the morning of your last day in Spain. You let Lando get away with tugging garments out of your bag every time you turn your back to him, hiding your smile as you see Carlos assist him by stuffing it at the bottom of the pile of clothes that doesn’t seem to shrink.

Eventually, they give up. Their eyes trace your form as you do your last walkaround to make sure you haven’t left anything behind. Your check ends at the front door, grabbing your keys from the bowl on the entryway table.

You sigh heavily, “Well, don’t just stand there.”

They gravitate towards you, hugging you tightly and peppering an endless amount of bittersweet kisses along any patch of skin they can reach. Lando hunches down to hide his face in your neck, and Carlos rests his forehead against yours.

“¡Chicos, calmaté!” Your giggly exclamation sounds watery, “I am coming back next year, remember?”

“That’s too longgg,” Lando complains into your neck, his voice sounding as pitiful as yours. You step backwards to cradle his face between your hands. His cheeks are ruddy and his eyes are dejected even as he smiles shakily under your touch.

“Date us.” Carlos blurts out desperately, “Ay, perdóname—May we date you, please?” [Forgive me.]

You gape at the older man, struggling to ascertain what he’s asked of you. 

Stumbling gracelessly, your hands fall from Lando’s face, who makes a hurt noise at the loss. “Date me? I thought you both said this was just a fling?”

The Brit twists his hands together at your words, his face saddening further as he corrects you, “Summer romance—fling is too harsh.”

“Too casual?” You shout, “I thought this was supposed to be casual! I felt like shit whenever I didn’t say te quiero back! I wanted more the moment we sat down at that restaurant a month ago, but I thought I couldn’t have it because that’s not what we agreed on!”

“You want more?” Carlos clarifies, his tone optimistic. 

“¡Cabrón!”  You laugh, hurtling forward to throw your arms around his neck. Relieved tears spill over your waterline, soaking into the Spaniard’s shirt. “I’m damn near in love with you guys–yes,yes,yes, I want more.”

Lando glows, blubbering incoherently with happiness and you shush him with your lips.

“I wish you had asked me days ago,” you sniffle cutely, smiling crookedly as you continue, “—’cause I really do have to leave, or I won’t have enough time to pack my things into my suitcases at home.”

You groan as you find yourself with an armful of two Formula One drivers bemoaning the unfairness of being separated from you even though they just got you.

“Mis amores, escúchame—you had me the entire time,” you coo, “We all know how phones work. We can communicate speedily with texts, and video calls, and send voice messages, and even regular calls. If we’re doing this we have to have a serious talk about it when I land in the States, yeah? Long distance is difficult, but I’m willing to put in the effort to make it work, if you two do the same.” [My loves, listen to me.]

“Phone sex isn’t the worst thing in the world,” Lando quips, smiling as he watches you and Carlos chortle at the unexpected comment.

The laughter ringing through the air fizzles out. You bite your lip, shaking your head slightly as their stares fixate on your mouth. They haven’t managed to stop ogling at your lips over the course of the month.

“Te quiero,” you state. Lando repeats it back instantly, Carlos kisses you before doing the same.

You pick up your bag from the floor, “Promise me that you’ll do your best to make this relationship work.”

Their confirmations are swift, even taking turns crossing their pinkies with yours and with themselves. Your heart sings with love. They walk you to your car. Carlos takes the bag from your hand and places it in your backseat, Lando holds your door open, making sure you don’t hit your head as you sit in the driver’s seat. 

He shuts the door smoothly, and you roll down the window to exchange your last goodbyes. 

“See you next summer.”

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Traditions

Carlos Sainz Jr x Fem!Reader

Warnings: loose version of spanish new years traditions (might not be accurate, I googled lol), carlos has wandering hands, red underwear means good luck, dirty texts, carlos sr is over his son and his nonsense, you and carlos are on grape prep, kitchen sex, oral (f!receiving and m!receiving), penetrative sex (p in v), hair pulling, 'whore' used in a sexual context, cumplay sorta, ana is over you two as well, midnight kisses.

Word Count: 1,839

Author's Note: sorry for the late upload, it's been a hectic day!

merry smutmas series

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Coming back from Christmas with your family, the two of you return to Spain to celebrate new years with his family and all their traditions. 

The holidays were a big thing for the Sainz family, both Christmas and New Year's warranted a big party.

It's 8pm on New Year's Eve and you were getting ready for the party that would be starting in an hour. You're in your boyfriend, Carlos's bedroom, sitting at the vanity doing your makeup when he got out of the shower.

You can see Carlos's reflection in the mirror, the white, fluffy towel hanging off of his waist to the beads of water still dripping down his bare chest. "I can feel you staring." He says, walking over to you.

Rolling your eyes, you speak. "Admiring, not staring. I have manners, unlike someone." You teased, watching as his arms snake around you, hands pulling on the bow that kept your robe shut.

"Behave," you scolded him, swatting his hands away. Carlos ignored you. "You look beautiful, mi amor." He whispers in your ear, your cheeks now red and the same colour as your bra that was peeking out.

Seems Carlos noticed the same thing, undoing your robe to confirm what he saw.

"What's this?" He asks, admiring the red lace you were wrapped up in. He seemed a bit confused to see you in the red set, knowing that it was something that you kept solely for when he got good race results.

Your brows furrow, "do you not know? Your sisters say that red underwear brings good luck."

"You don't really believe that," he chuckled, walking off to get dressed. You roll your eyes, "as if you don't. Your mom told me about your Ferrari contract and the red boxers that you keep for special occasions."

Carlos peeks out from his closet, "she told you that ?"

"Of course, do you think we sit in silence when we have lunch?" You laughed, taking the curlers out of your hair.

At some point after that, you two ventured down to the party.

Things were well underway, Carlos's parents entertaining, his sisters with their husbands dancing around with a few friends.

Carlos had separated from you to talk about his racing season with a few of his cousins who had arrived to the party late while you were pulled into a conversation with his father and his colleagues. Your father in law liked to show you off, his arm over your shoulder as he tells all his friends that you were like another daughter to him.

Your phone buzzed in your hand, glancing at it to see who had texted you.

It was your boyfriend, the same man who had been making heart eyes at you all night long.

From Carlos: meet me in my room.

You rolled your eyes, knowing what he wanted but you shot him a quick reply anyways.

To Carlos: what for? can you not see that I'm busy ?

From Carlos: a quickie, what else? I can't take my eyes off of you.

You snorted a laugh, he was ridiculous; he acted like a horny teenager around you, despite the fact that he was 30.

Carlos Sr seemed to notice your little laugh, glancing over at you. "Que pasa cariño?" (what happened dear?)

You decided to give Carlos a mini heart attack, knowing he's looking at you right now. You show your phone to his father, his dad rolling his eyes at his son's behaviour, giving him a disapproving look from across the room.

Carlos Sr takes your phone from you, texting something you don't see until he passes the phone back to you.

To Carlos: ella está ocupada ahora mismo. (she's busy right now.)

Your lips pressed together, biting back a laugh as your father in law led you to the dance floor, his hand in yours as he spun you around. You indulged the man, dancing with him for a bit before passing him over to Blanca for the rest of the song.

Reyes finds you shortly after, her hand in yours as she drags you to Carlos, also grabbing her son by the wrist. The two of you exchanged a glance, a bit confused as to what was going on and unsure if you were in trouble for something. The woman takes you two into the kitchen, there are little bowls lined up on trays as well as 4 massive basins of grapes.

"I forgot to ask the catering staff to put these together, they've left for the evening. Can you two do it?"

Carlos nods, "of course, no problem."

They had a tradition, 12 grapes at midnight was a symbol of the upcoming 12 months and would bring you good luck.

You and Carlos were left to sort out the grapes, putting twelve of them into each bowl; you started lining up the bowls while Carlos was washing the grapes off in the sink.

The two of you split it up, as he dried them and put them back into the basin, you sorted and dropped the 12 grapes into the small bowls.

You were on the last set, Carlos was moving the ones that were done to the table by the door so it'd be easier for the guests to grab.

The man comes up behind you, arms around your waist, lips on your neck. His stubble poking at your skin, kissing it softly. You rolled your eyes.

"What do you want?"

"I can't give my girlfriend a kiss?"

"No," you scoffed, "a kiss is never a kiss with you."

Case in point; Carlos's hands wandered down from your waist to your hips.

"Carlos," you mumble, feeling his fingers meet your bare skin, the hem of your dress moving higher and higher with each passing second. "Don't," you warn him, the man ignoring you.

The grapes long forgotten, your hands gripping at the counter as you feel your boyfriend drop down onto his knees behind you, a trail of sloppy kisses on the back of your thighs.

“Carlos,” you call, “we shouldn't.”

“Don’t you want to?” He asks, fingers dancing along your skin. You let out a breath when you feel his lips on your thigh, soft kisses being peppered across the surface. “Of course I do.” You whispered.

“Then shut up,” he smiles, his head disappearing under the dress.

Your head falls forward against your arms when you feel his tongue on you, he’s yet to move your panties and you're already a mess.

He finally does, smiling to himself when he notices that it’s also red; matching the bra he saw peeking out the top of your robe earlier. “Fuck-” you breathe, fingers still gripping at the marble counters.

He looked up, fixed on you; your hair tossed in every direction and your head tipped back. He can see the necklace you have on, the 55 pendant hanging from it, the same pendant and necklace he gifted you all those years ago for your first Christmas together.

The man gets up, kissing you when he does. You can taste yourself on his lips, Carlos turns you to face him properly and pushes you back against the counter once again, your hand slipping between the two of you as you undo his pants. He pulls your leg to hitch on his hip, your panties already pulled to the side and your dress rolled up at your hips.

Please don’t let there be wrinkles you think, the thought being cut off when Carlos pushes into you. His lips find yours, muffling your moans as he fucks you. Your nails dig into his bicep, his shirt sleeve definitely wrinkled.

“Hold on,” he tells you, pulling out and you whimper at the loss of the fullness. Carlos turns you around and you get what he’s doing, letting you feel a bit more comfortable.

Soon enough, you’re bent over the counter, the last row of grapes discarded off to the side.

His hand is placed on your hip, holding you in place as he pushes into you, picking up the pace again. Your head drops down onto your arms and he didn’t like that. He pulls you up by your hair, your back arches and his arm wrapped around your middle, holding you up.

“You don’t want everyone to hear what a whore you are, do you?” He asks you, his lips against your ear.

You shook your head, knowing if you speak, you’d just be rambling incoherently. “Gonna cum for me, aren't you ? You’re my good girl.” He says.

He feels you clench around him and his hand reaches between the two of you, his fingers finding your clit once again. “Oh my god,” your hips bucked, Carlos' fingers matching the pace of his hips, your body rocking back and forth to get the most out of him.  

“C’mon amor, want you to cum for me.” He says, knowing it won't be long more. 

He watches as your eyes flutter shut and he reaches you with his other hand, holding your jaw and pulling you up a little, your elbows holding up the weight of your body. A few more sloppy thrusts and between that and his fingers, you’re over the edge. 

He kisses you, muffling the noise you were making. 

Without warning, Carlos pulls out of you and pulls you off the counter. You were confused as to what was happening, still in a post orgasm daze. 

The man has you on your knees, looking up at him. 

The dots connect the moment his cock’s pressed to your tongue and he watches as you circle your tongue around the tip. 

“Fuck,” he leans back against the counter, pushing your head down to take all of him in your mouth. His eyes are fixed on you, hand tangled in your hair as you take all of him in your mouth. 

The sight alone was enough to get him to cum and it did. 

You look up at him through your lashes as swallow. 

His hand finds your chin, leaning down to kiss you. “Good girl,” he mumbles against your lips. 

It takes you two a moment to re-situate yourselves, fixing your clothes and hair. You had Carlos wipe the counters down while you washed your hands rather thoroughly before finishing up on the grapes.

There's a knock on the wall, Ana peeking into the kitchen. "Mama wanted to know if you two got lost in here." She joked.

Carlos shook his head, "we were just talking."

Ana eyes your smudged lipstick and her brother's messy hair. "Hm, okay. Help me bring out the grapes?" She asks and you push past Carlos, ignoring his smirk as you helped her carry out the trays and pass out the grapes.

Shortly after, you find Carlos in a corner. You passed him a bowl of grapes and kept the other for yourself as you sat on his lap. One by one, you ate them until all 12 were gone.

The clock struck 12, the fireworks popping outside. "Happy new years, mi amor." Carlos whispered to you, kissing you softly.

Your thumb brushed over his cheek, "happy new years Carlos."

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Tonight’s dark!neighbour!mean!dom!carlos ff already now available to read on my Patreon! <3

& A BIG THANK YOU ONCE AGAIN TO @cs55version FOR GIVING ME AN IDEA THAT I WAS ABLE TO INCLUDE IN THIS WORK!! :)

PS: I’ve never had to add so many warnings in one single ff, like damn-

(Again, not in order!!!)

[girltomato]

princesa: carlos and his princess through the years

carlos sainz jr x fem!reader

fc: lauren de graaf

warnings: royal family, carlos hate(?? kinda), assassination mention, swearing

a timeline of carlos' relationship with the princess royal of the united kingdom - from first meeting to marriage - through the eyes of social media

july 2022: the first meeting

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f1 it's always an honour to have royalty join us in the paddock. warm welcome to her royal highness princess y/n who joins us today at silverstone this weekend.

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princessroyal absolute honour to be back at silverstone and celebrate motorsports at its finest, good luck to all the drivers🤍

user45 her mothers daughter, so beautiful

user71 we don't care

lewishamilton 🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧

user08 she gets prettier every year

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f1 Carlos Sainz Jr. takes his maiden win, on his 150th race of his F1 career. After a chaotic race, he crosses the chequered flag to take P1 followed by Sergio Perez and Lewis Hamilton.

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carlossainz55 WOOHOO🥳🥳🥳

user82 incredible first win, congrats carlos!

user31 crazy race but happy ending

princessroyal felicidades carlos! incredible weekend, absolutely thrilled to have presented such a memorable win

⤷ carlossainz55 an honour to meet you, your royal highness.

january 2023: the world learns

may 2023: coronation day

march 2024: the engagement

august 2024: the wedding

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theroyalfamily Congratulations and blessings to the new Duchess and Duke of York.

A beautiful ceremony on a beautiful summers day. We are thrilled to welcome Mr. Carlos Sainz Vázquez de Castro to our family, he has proved himself a strong dependable partner to the Princess Royal.

Here's to a long, happy life together for the couple.

f1 congratulations, have a lovely honeymoon🎉🎉

user82 the way the whole grid was there. a beautiful day❤️❤️

user29 will the other drivers have to refer to him as duke now??

⤷ user77 the british media will have to be nice to him now, he's their royalty😭😭

user43 gorgeous bride, handsome groom, beautiful day

user83 carlos won more than his first win at silverstone 2022

a little something to appease my current princess!reader obsession and slightly inspired by the idea of carlos and princess!reader at the euros and carlos celebrating the spanish win while surrounded by british royalty, just made me giggle.

probably will make this into a series we shall see👀👀 will start working on another part of sweet girl soon i promise. i hope u all like this❤️❤️

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