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Redemption

Prompt/Summary: Request from anon: can I please get a Carlos smut fic. I’d like him to be the complete dom in bed. Also for @brightsunflowersworld and @hnmaga-blog who both requested stuff on the same lines

Pairing: Carlos Sainz Jr x Female Reader

Word Count: 8,300

Warnings: S M U T [as the ask suggests, Dom!Carlos, but it's still Carlos, so Gentleman vibes at all times]

forgive me father for i have SINNED

“Hey,”

Warm fingers wrapped around your elbow, stopping you in your tracks. Your stomach dropped and you cast a quick glance up to the sky in a silent plea that this would be quick, before turning around. You grasped the phone you were holding with both hands and hitched a gentle smile onto your face.

“Hi, Carlos,” he was stood too close, again, just enough that you had to crane your neck up to meet his gaze. “Congrats on today, by the way, it was a brilliant drive. You really deserve the win,” you meant it. Carlos had wanted a win for so long, and he’d worked so hard to get himself into a car and a team who could give it to him.

He positively radiated at your words, the beam that had barely left his face for the last hour growing wider still as he flashed you his teeth and then cast a shy look at the trophy hanging low in his hand as if he still couldn’t quite believe it was his.

“You’re coming to the team photo?” You tried not to bristle at his question. You didn’t want to be the one person annoyed at him today.

“Yes, Carlos, I am part of the team,” you sent him a tight-lipped smile and held the phone up. Any sense of normal conversation immediately vanished. He nodded awkwardly, mumbling an ‘of course’ and tilted his chin up at someone in the distance, moving past you to meet them.

The second he left you found yourself letting out a sigh of relief, turning the phone absentmindedly in your hands. You still had an hour to wait whilst he was on media duties to rally the team and collect as much evidence as you could before the photo. Like most interactions with Carlos, you put it to the back of your mind and tried your best to get on with your job. You knew a lot of people looked down on the jobs like social media admin, but it was still a role in the team. Besides, since the team had finally let you embrace TikTok and meme culture you knew you were responsible for a good hoard of new followers. Still, you found yourself not for the first time rubbed up the wrong way by Carlos’ throwaway comment.

You deliberately stood right on the edge of the group photo, even though your smile was genuine. The second it was over you were ducking out again. Luckily, Carlos was too busy surrounded by everyone wanting a piece of Silverstone’s newest winner for you to even see him. What you hadn’t anticipated, however, was walking directly into the three other women working as part of the race weekend team at Ferrari.

“Y/N,” Jessica, Charles’ PR manager stopped you.

“Don’t even think about it,” Megan, who was technically your boss at Communications chimed in.

“I’m literally standing here, what could I possibly be thinking about?” you grumbled, not sure what you could possibly have done to warrant such stern looks.

“Team drinks, tonight,”

“No,”

“See, I told you!” Carrie, who was just eighteen and new to the team piped up. “Please, Y/N, we’ve not been out with you in ages,” you sighed and rolled your eyes.

“C’mon guys, we can do something just the three of us another time,”

“Don’t you think sometimes it would just be easier if you were normal to him?” Jessica, who you’d known the longest as you’d both started working with Ferrari in 2017, sent you a knowing look. You could feel your face heating up in response and it became a battle to keep your expression neutral.

“Absolutely not,”

“He’s just won a Grand Prix, Y/N, don’t you want to celebrate?” You had to fight the urge to tell Carrie to shut up about things she didn’t fully understand. You knew from the way Megan was flipping through her clipboard of notes you were about to receive a threat, which made you laugh at least.

“Alright, fine! But only because I can see Meg looking for a punishment for me and I am not filming Charles moaning in an ice bath again,” Carrie looked like she was about to hug you, the younger girl virtually bouncing on the spot as she let out a small squeal of joy. “Text me the address and time will you, Meg? I’m going to need a taxi,”

You recognised the address the second you picked up your phone from where you were sprawled out in the hotel bath, a concoction of salts added to the water in an attempt to either calm you or kill you - you weren’t fussed which. You’d been before, it was a fancy cocktail place on the embankment in London, right on the riverfront. It made up the top floor of an old industrial building, with floor-to-ceiling windows that looked right out over one of the most iconic skylines of London. The drinks were obscenely expensive but worth every penny.

You hoisted yourself out of the bath, wrapped a towel around yourself and started to flick through the limited wardrobe you’d brought with you. Typically, you hadn’t packed for such an event. The last time you’d gone to a work do… well, you knew how it had ended and had vowed you’d never get drunk with colleagues again. Your eyes lingered over a short red dress you took with you everywhere. It fit you like a dream and was the perfect last-minute-plans dress. As you pulled it off the rack you froze.

You could almost smell the cheap beer of the dodgy dive bar in Texas you were in. Max had just achieved a career-best and over at Red Bull proper, Daniel had brought home a win. You’d been wearing that dress. It was your second season with Toro Rosso, but first on the travelling team and it had been the first time you’d been invited out to team celebrations. You remembered the way Carlos had been staring at you all night and how you’d had a crush on him for most of the season. You’d filmed that stupid mechanical bull video earlier in the day, and it had been the only thing on your mind since.

You also remembered peeling that dress off the floor at four o’clock in the morning on your way out.

Cringing, you put the red dress back without hesitation. The same way you’d left Toro Rosso.

No, tonight was the night for moving on. It was not for silly little dresses and making the same mistakes you’d made at twenty. You instead settled on a pair of fitted trousers, a flattering, silky wrap top and light makeup to match. You found a pair of sensible heels and nodded at yourself in the mirror for being such a mature and sensible woman in her mid-twenties. And rewarded yourself with a gin and tonic whilst you waited for the taxi.

The group chat Carrie had set up named “The Gworls in Red” for the female Ferrari workers lived on mute, but you scrolled through the recent messages as you sipped your drink and took some entertainment from Carrie’s apparent breakdown over what to wear. It seemed she’d sent a photo of everything she owned, and you were glad that at least Jess was a good enough sport to have responded and helped her out.

The second you arrived at the bar you made a beeline for Jessica, who was already nursing a Sex on the Beach and was in deep conversation with a couple of the boys from Charles’ pit crew. You appeared at her shoulder with a quick hello for everyone.

“Did you hear?” One of the guys, you had a feeling he was called Marco, asked you with a gleeful look. “It’s an open bar,”

“Really?” You couldn't keep the excitement out of your tone. You were a sucker for a quality cocktail. You immediately excused yourself and picked up a menu, deciding to start your adventures off strong with a Negroni. Very mature, you told yourself again as you were joined by Carrie with a Cosmopolitan that was the same shade as her dress.

To be fair, the party was pretty great. You were off duty, though you couldn’t help but capture a couple of key moments for a post later. The drinks were exquisite, and the company was much more fun than Red Bull. Classier, and much less chaotic despite the thickening Italian accents piercing through the room. As much as it was funny, not having to worry about the destruction caused between a drunk Daniel Ricciardo and Max Verstappen removed a layer of stress for you. At one point you’d even found yourself dancing with your friends and smiling. And, most importantly, not thinking about avoiding him the entire time.

You’d been doing well, too, until Meg announced she needed a smoke break and you figured there’d be no harm in getting another drink and accompanying her. The air was pleasantly warm as Meg made idle chat with you. She puffed on her cigarette and you sipped your drink.

“Why do you avoid him like the plague, anyway?” She asked, tilting her head inside. You didn’t need to look to know the older woman was talking about Carlos. You took another drink.

“It’s awkward,” she shrugged and blew a smoke ring.

“English people make so much drama,” she grumbled something in Italian “It was a one-night stand. If I acted like you I’d not be able to go in that room,” she jabbed a thumb at the party thriving behind you. You couldn’t help but snort into your drink and Meg laughed along with you.

“If it was just a one-night stand it would be fine, I’m not a total prude,” you decided to blame the alcohol for your loose lips because you’d never admitted to anyone what had really happened when you’d slept with Carlos. Megan stubbed her cigarette out and immediately lit another, gesturing for you to keep talking.

“He asked me on a date after,” she narrowed her eyes at you, clearly not satisfied with your response. You sighed, taking a big gulp of your drink and savouring the bitter way it burnt your throat for a second before taking a steadying breath and continuing. “And I snuck out,”

Meg inhaled hard and burst into spluttering coughs. You had to pat her on the back and let her finish your drink before she settled into wheezy laughs, gripping your arm to stop you squirming away.

“You…” she had to stop to wipe her eyes, shaking her head as she continued. “You ditched a Formula One driver? Stupid girl,” you groaned audibly, ruing giving away the last of your drink as you twisted the empty glass in your hands uncomfortably.

“Why did you think you got an application from me mid-season? I had to leave,”

“Leave who?” Jess had joined you two on the balcony. “What have I missed? Carrie is puking, by the way,” Meg snorted, but had an affectionate smile.

“Golden boy asked Y/N on a date and she never answered him. That’s why they make everything so awkward,” you dropped your head into your hands, muttering an irritable ‘thanks’.

“What!? Why!?” Jess sounded as gleeful as Meg had at the news.

“Love the support guys,”

“No come on you must tell us,” Meg piped back up, offering Jess a cigarette from her packet, who shook her head politely, Meg just shrugged and tucked it back into her jacket. You really wanted another drink.

“Was he that bad?” Jess always had been blunt. You couldn’t bring yourself to answer, but your face said everything.

“No. Fucking. Way,” her voice was low, almost impressed. “So much for the ‘Smooth Operator’, ha,”

“We were like twenty,” you tried to defend, but they weren’t interested. They wanted details.

“No, no I have to know. How?” Meg was pushing, and Jess had disappeared for less than a minute and returned with a round of Mojitos. There was no way you were going to get away without sharing more.

“It was just a bit… sappy?” You told your drink. The other two women were staring at you in silence and you sighed heavily. Detail it is, then. “Like he asked if I was alright constantly,”

“Okay but skills, c’mon Y/N, stop sparing details,” you groaned loudly, making Meg bark a laugh.

“You two are like fucking vultures,” you shook your head “Fine. He was average, happy? I never came. And he thanked me after,”

Jess was looking at you like you’d just told her she’d won the lottery.

“Poor baby Carlos. Never pegged him for the clueless type,”

“Okay, I’m done. And I’m cold,” you lied, leading the other two inside before they could push you any further. The group dissipated again once inside. You decided two successive tequila shots were required to immediately forget that conversation, Meg resumed the role of the responsible adult and collected a glass of water to take to Carrie and Jess disappeared into the midst of the mechanics, where she was happiest.

You amused yourself at the bar, chatting to a couple of other team members you didn’t usually see and having a bit of a dance to some terrible cheesy music. Your head was starting to spin and you were feeling a little stupid, which to you was a sign you needed water and fresh air before you went down the same road as Carrie. Having said that, Carrie had clearly revived herself as she was aggressively snogging one of the apprentice boys in the middle of the dance floor.

Water collected, you found yourself back out on the smoking balcony, enjoying the five minutes of quiet to try and capture some aesthetic photos of London at night as you let the cleaner, cooler air do its job.

“I didn’t know if I’d see you tonight,”

You’d recognise the Spanish accent anywhere. Immediately trying not to tense you picked up your glass and held your hand up in apology. “Hi, great party, sorry I’ll just-”

“No, it’s okay,” you nodded at his gesture for you to stay outside. You sipped your drink to stop yourself from sighing once again. “I don’t hate you, you know,”

“Never said you did,” you shot back, immediately defensive.

“You look like you want to run away every time I see you,” he was leaning casually on the balcony, quietly absorbing the view. He seemed calm, much calmer than you’d ever seen him before. He had a contented smile sitting on those full lips, his hair combed back neatly and shining as the warm outdoor lighting caught it. He was wearing dark jeans and a shirt with a thin jumper pulled over the top. He didn’t look like someone who’d been going nuts on the podium celebrating his first ever F1 win a few hours ago.

“It’s just awkward,”

“Is it?” He turned his head to look at you, eyes holding yours with ease. After spending years avoiding ever looking at him, let alone in his eyes, you couldn’t help but feel a little bit betrayed by your body as you felt a shiver run down your spine. There was a reason you used to have a crush on him.

“Look I’m sorry-”

“No apologies, please,” you tilted your head to the side, not quite following. He scratched his neck with a slightly awkward laugh. “I needed to learn the lessons,” you pulled your lips in on themselves, pressing your mouth into an awkward grimace and nodding.

“Did you leave Red Bull because of me?”

You didn’t know what you were expecting him to say, but it sure as hell wasn’t that.

“Um- Jesus Carlos, straight for the jugular,” You huffed uncomfortably. “Yeah, I guess. I was young and I didn’t have an idea of how to talk to you after and it felt like the right thing to do,” he nodded slowly.

“And when I came to Ferrari? You still didn’t know what to say?”

“Hey,” you bristled “This isn’t just me. You never made any effort either,”

“Okay, fine,” he nodded, admitting his own fault.

You turned back to your drink, turning your nose up a little as the water had gone lukewarm from sitting under the small heater chugging away in the corner. You tipped it into the plant pot beside you and turned to walk back inside.

“Alright, Carlos, this was weird. Congratulations on your win though, I am really happy for you,”

“Wait,” he caught your arm, his fingers warm through the thin material of your top. His voice was almost desperate as you raised an eyebrow at him, “Please,”

“What else do you want from me?” He let go of you, running a hand through his hair. You pretending you weren’t watching the intricate way the strands fell back over his long fingers.

“Clean start,”

“What?”

“I want to start again. Forget everything, forget Red Bull and that terrible night and my terrible clothes. Please, let me clear the air, I beg you,”

“Okay,” you agreed. The problem was, you’d never disliked Carlos. Although that night had killed your crush on him, you did like the guy. He was kind and attentive to those close to him, he made an effort to say hello to everyone he saw, and he was always the one worrying after everyone else. He would look at someone like they were the only person in the room when he spoke to them. And he was funny, effortlessly so. He had every right to be an arrogant bastard, but he was one of the most down-to-earth people in the sport.

He stuck his hand out, a small grin on his face.

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Carlos,” you shook his hand, rolling your eyes but there was a smile making its way onto your face.

“I’m Y/N, hi,”

“I would very much like to get you a drink,”

One more couldn’t hurt, right?

*****

“I was not that bad!” You collapsed into giggles at his indignant expression. Three more drinks and the balcony was still occupied by yourself and Carlos.

“You licked my leg at one point!” Carlos made a high-pitched noise that turned into a laugh, doing nothing to calm you down as he knocked into you.

“My God, why didn’t you say something to me?” He had his head in his hands, pretending he couldn’t look at you.

“Because you have these stupid great big eyes and it’s impossible to say mean things to you,” he immediately took that as an excuse to invade your personal space, crouching a little so he was looking up at you and batting his eyelashes like some kind of Disney cartoon with a little grin on his face that said he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Really?”

“Shut up,” you shoved his shoulder playfully.

A comfortable silence settled over the two of you, the noise of the party still babbling in the background. He was stood so close that your forearms were brushing against each other and it was making your insides warm pleasantly.

“I wish we’d done this sooner,” you hummed. “I forgot how much I liked you,”

Carlos shrugged. “Needed to grow up a bit,” you couldn’t help but agree.

He turned to you, a glint in his eye you hadn't seen before.

“If you want,” he started carefully, backing off to give you some space. “I can show you how much I’ve grown up,”

“He wins one race and suddenly he’s Mr Confident,” you rolled your eyes, playing hard to get. You couldn’t deny your interest was piqued.

“Hm, no, I’ve been confident for a while,” oh. Okay then. “Don’t you wanna congratulate your winner?” His fingers trailed almost lazily along your arm, watching the way goosebumps followed him. You felt like you were glued to the spot, only just managing to swallow around your tongue, which suddenly felt too big and dry in your mouth.

“This what you meant by clean slate?” Your attempt at a quip to break the tension was poor.

“It can be,” he paused, holding your gaze once more. “You look beautiful tonight, in case no one told you,”

“Oh fuck it,”

Luckily he understood what you meant, an arm snaking around your waist and pulling your body close to his as he leant down to kiss you. Any concerns you had for people inside seeing you immediately flew out of the window, along with any other rational thought. His lips felt better than you remembered. He used his nose to gently nudge your head to the side, allowing him better access to your mouth. One hand stayed on the small of your back, thumb rubbing gentle circles into the soft flesh there, the other came up to grasp your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head back further and causing your mouth to open a little. Carlos hummed appreciatively as he licked into your mouth, drawing a small gasp from you as you finally moved from his shoulders to grip his hair. The way he tightened his hold on you was addictive.

He pulled back slowly until his mouth was hovering just above yours, his grip on your chin leaving you powerless to move closer. He pressed light kisses along your jaw and down your neck, clearly enjoying the way you were already squirming helplessly in his hold.

“You already want me, hm?” His eyes blown wide, warm brown darkened, gave away that he wanted you just as much. You tried to lean forward to get him to kiss you again, but he just pulled away with a calm tsk.

“Use your words, Princesa,” whatever you were about to say died on your tongue. He clearly wasn’t satisfied with silence, swooping back down to nibble at the base of your neck, exactly where you liked it until you could feel your resolve fading.

“Yes, I want you,”

“Good girl,” you couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped you. That was definitely new, and it was hot.

Carlos called the taxi. You sidled up to Meg who was sprawled out on the chairs stacked around the sides of the dance floor, letting her know quietly you had a headache and would be heading out. She nodded sleepily, not really paying attention. You slipped down the stairs to the lobby where you had a clear view out onto the road. Carlos then made a show of saying a grand farewell to everyone, thanking them for the party and the free drinks and everything else winning drivers are supposed to say, you figured.

The ride back to his hotel was fairly quiet, but it wasn’t far away. You weren’t sure what to say. You figured cracking jokes and general chit-chat would ruin the mood, and the tension between you was already thick enough that you were surprised the driver couldn’t see it. You were grateful that he didn’t seem to recognise Carlos, and the two of you were able to get to the lifts without seeing another person. You ran into the same problem in the lift. Carlos was staring at you like he’d been starved and you were his favourite meal. It was making it difficult for you to stand still, constantly feeling the need to squeeze your legs together to keep yourself upright and to try and relieve some of the pressure he’d created by barely touching you.

When the doors pinged open, he didn’t say a word. Simply placed a hand on your lower back, barely making contact, and guided you forwards. The same happened at the door to his hotel room, he just silently held the door for you and invited you in.

“Would you like a glass of water?”

You were suddenly aware of how dry your mouth was and accepted gratefully. Carlos placed the small glass in your hand and watched you carefully as you finished it.

“I’m going to say this only once,” he had your full attention immediately. He was the kind of guy who didn’t need to be loud to be listened to. “Are you sure you want this?” You couldn’t help but smile, remembering last time, when you were asked if you were okay every thirty seconds, to the point where you’d told him rather abruptly to shut up.

You nodded. But he was frowning at you again.

“Need to hear you say it,”

“Yes, Carlos, you have my consent. I want to have sex with you,” he let out a huff of a half laugh, crossing back into your space. He held your cheeks with one hand, putting just enough pressure on to make your lips pout.

“Always so blunt,” he regarded you as if you were an insect he’d trapped, with mild interest as if he hadn’t quite decided what he wanted to do with you. “Might have to fuck that attitude out of your pretty mouth,” you gulped instinctively, knowing instantly that you were game for whatever he wanted you to do that night.

He let go of your cheeks, swapping to a gentle caress of your neck, the sudden change in tone enough to give you whiplash.

“You can tap out, whenever you need,” his brown eyes were fixed on yours imploringly. You nodded, but already knew you were putty in his hands. You could feel yourself slipping into a different mindset, one where you would go along with pretty much anything as long as it felt good. And you had a feeling this was going to feel very, very good.

“Take your clothes off for me,” Carlos fell back on his bed, gesturing for you to do as he said. You weren’t the type to pull a strip tease out of thin air, but you thought you made a decent show by simply slowing down your movements, dragging your own fingers across your skin as if they were his, by languidly dropping each item in a puddle on the floor one at a time. Once you were fully naked, Carlos just nodded approvingly and pulled his jumper over his head so that he could roll up the sleeves of the white button-down he had on underneath.

“Come here,” he gestured for you, so you made your way to the edge of his bed. He held your hand gently as you climbed up, and swang a leg over his hips so you were straddling him. He watched you for a moment, examining your body up close, hands running reverently over your skin.

Something in him seemed to break because with little warning he caught the back of your head and pulled you down to him in a feverish kiss. It was a little sloppy, in a good way, as you opened your mouth obediently against his, allowing him to take full control of you. You were already sighing and whining against his lips and you could feel his mouth curving up into a smirk in response. His fingers were digging into your hips, guiding you down so that your naked body rubbed against his jeans. You let out a high-pitched sigh as the friction hit you in all the right places, small crackles of electricity winding their way up your spine had your head dropped back and you repeated the movement.

You were settling into a rhythm, enjoying the way the material was almost too rough against you. A sudden loud noise made you jump, and it was only as your backside warmed and started to sting you realised he’d slapped you. His hand was resting on the throbbing cheek, rubbing gently to dissipate the sting.

“For making me wait so long,” his voice was gruff, deeper than it was a second ago. His hand left your bum, coming back down again, hard. You’d been a little more prepared this time, but the contact still made you jolt as the sound echoed around the room and the sting flooded back.

“For being a silly girl, avoiding me,” you whimpered, but not from pain. Carlos hesitated for a second to read your expression, his hand landing against your other cheek once he was satisfied, the untouched skin blossoming much quicker.

“For you to remember your manners,” You opened your mouth immediately to argue,

“But I haven’t said-” He immediately stopped rubbing the area and gave you another sharp smack.

“Manners, Cariño,” you just nodded silently, going limp in his arms in submission.

“Good girl, let me see,” he pulled you forwards, so your chest was pressed right against his as he peered down your back, examining his handiwork. The stinging sensation was subsiding into a pleasant warmth that was making you arch your back and keen for more. He hummed in approval, complimenting the shade of pink you’d managed to produce for him.

You pulled back, and he responded with a soft kiss, but you were too riled up to go back to soft and instead pressed yourself against him, trying to convey a silent need. Your hands were working at his belt buckle as he sucked your neck. Your fingers brushed against the bulge waiting for you and he hissed, sinking his teeth into your neck. He was making it difficult to focus as you finally managed to push his jeans away and slip your hand through his boxers.

He caught your wrist just as you were getting close to what you wanted.

“No, no. I have some work to do first,”

Carlos guided you onto your back, moving on top of you. You were immediately shifting your hips up, trying to regain some of that friction from earlier as he teased your neck, large hands playing idly with your breasts.

“Carlos, please,” that seemed to do something, because he hummed against your neck, one hand coming down to test between your legs.

“So wet for me already,” he mumbled against your skin, casually brushing against your clit and watching the way you jolted into him. “One minute, okay?”

He stood up, leaving you naked on his bed. Your whole body was humming, your skin felt like it was glowing you were so hot in your need for him. Carlos was rummaging around in his suitcase, something you were largely disinterested in, keening for him to come back to you. When he stood up to return, something was in his hands.

“You trust me?” He held up two silk ties, both with the Ferrari logo at the base. You fought the urge to laugh.

“Yes,”

He towered over you as he attached your wrists to the bed posts behind you with such gentle attention you were almost surprised he was tying you up at all. The silk was soft, and the ties had just enough pressure you could feel them keeping you in place but they weren’t cutting into you enough to hurt. Carlos trailed his fingers down the side of your face, and across your lips. He pressed two fingers against your bottom lip, and you opened your mouth on instinct. You watched his eyes widen on the spot as you sloppily sucked on his fingers, swirling your tongue around them and sucking hard. You saw his demeanour falter for a second as his hand ghosted across his crotch.

“Dirty girl, thinking about my cock?” You couldn’t do anything but whine as he removed his fingers, watching the string of spit that followed with fascination. “Gonna make you feel so good,”

You’d hold him to that, you thought.

Using the fingers you’d just sucked he worked his way through your soaked folds, sliding into you with little resistance. You gasped at the feeling, it wasn’t anywhere near enough, but you were so desperate it felt good to have something inside you. The moan he ripped from you was enough to let Carlos know he was certainly making you feel good. He started to move his fingers slowly, experimenting with the depth and curl until you gave a strangled cry as he hit that spot inside you that made your vision white out for a second.

“Yes, there, please,” you were almost in tears and he’d barely done anything to you. His face furrowed with concentration as he moved slowly, making sure he hit the same spot a couple more times so you were writhing and pleading beneath him. He moved up to press a soft kiss against your lips, saying I know and you’re doing so well and just a little more without saying anything at all. His lips were burning against your skin as he left a wet path down the length of your body. Your arms were straining pointlessly against your ties, desperate to grab his head and put him where you needed most.

Without warning Carlos moved forward, licking a stipe from his fingers that were still seated inside you all the way up. You jerked involuntarily. And then Carlos dived into you like a starved man. He had all the enthusiasm of the last time he’d done this, except now he had the accuracy to have your eyes screwed shut as you were physically unable to stop the string of curse words and his name from rolling off your tongue as he targeted your clit, fingers working inside of you. You felt like you were on fire, flushing hot and cold alternatively as he built speed until you couldn’t even speak. Your body felt like it was going to explode, and you tried to relay that to Carlos but instead of stopping he pulled back, sucking on your clit.

Feeling his teeth graze against what felt like raw nerves was enough, your mind went blank as your back arched off the bed, every muscle in your body tensing as you came with a wanton cry of his name. Carlos stilled his head, allowing you to move your hips against his face until you were too sensitive and needed to stop. He kept his fingers inside of you still, just keeping them pressed up against your G-spot so the waves of pleasure crashing over you didn’t quite stop. Once your breathing had returned to normal, he pressed a kiss right against your clit, ignoring your trembling legs.

“Such a good girl,” he sounded strained. “Let’s try for one more, no?”

You shook your head, body already feeling heavy from the first. Carlos regarded you carefully. When you didn’t vocalise the no, he moved his fingers, much slower and softer, but enough to send sparks up into your belly; just poking the glowing embers remaining.

“Do you really want me to stop, Princesa?” He asked, pretending you weren’t moving your hips to meet his hand or whimpering quietly to yourself.

“No,”

“So good,” he grinned, kissing you quickly before diving back down between your legs. “Gonna make you scream for me,”

This time, he barely had to move; his mouth working you at a relaxed pace as he lazily played with your spent body. You were so sensitive that you could barely breathe, just his breath on you alone enough to have you straining against your bonds and writhing in front of him. Slowly, you started to pass through the haze of overstimulation, your mind falling back into place as the gentle licks he was working you with were not quite enough.

“Carlos,” he lifted his head at your voice, his lips and chin shining.

“What is it? What do you want?” His voice was careful and controlled, a far cry from your own as a broken moan fell from your lips. He curled his fingers inside you as he spoke. “You can tell me, Cariño,”

“More… please,” it must have been the cue he’d been waiting for, because a wolfish grin stole across his face.

“Of course,” you whimpered as he kissed your forehead, your cheek, your neck. Working his way carefully down your body, leaving no part of you untouched by his mouth. He was slowly picking up speed with his fingers as he did so, working you into a rhythm so that by the time he finally placed his mouth back on you, you cried out helplessly. He mumbled something, the vibrations moving straight through you as he focused all his attention on bringing you back to that tantalising edge. All his teasing paid off because again he’d barely needed five minutes and you were a mess.

“Please, Carlos, please,” you were calling his name like it was a prayer, your hips bucking up out of control as he flattened his tongue against you. Tears sprang to your eyes at the desperation of it all, the heat in the room almost stifling. You didn’t know exactly what you needed, all you knew was that you were blisteringly close to an orgasm and Carlos was the answer. He hummed against you as you clenched your legs together, calmly using his hands to wrap around your thighs and pull them back apart. It didn’t stop the way you felt him moan against you. He squeezed your thighs, targeting your clit at the same time and that was it.

Your head dropped back as your mouth opened and you did, actually, scream his name as you came, harder than before. Your eyes were wet, and you could feel tear tracks streaking down the sides of your face. Your whole body was blushing, the colour blooming across your cheeks and shoulders. It felt like the only thing keeping you on the planet was Carlos’ hands, holding you firm and keeping you in place as he slowed his movements to a slow kiss as you came down, positively trembling.

He pulled back, something akin to awe in his eyes as he looked at you, hands tied, legs trembling and sprawled out for him. He reached down to touch you once more, hushing you as you whimpered at the contact, the sensitivity making you shudder violently.

“Shh, you’ve been so good,” he murmured, voice soft. “Tidy up for me,” his fingers, coated in the mess from between your legs were back on your lips. You opened your mouth without question, watching the way he swallowed harshly as you licked your own juices off his fingers.

“Shit, Y/N,” you smiled through bleary eyes at the compliment, barely registering him pulling away and leaning over you to undo the ties. He caught your hands, placing a cooling kiss on each wrist as he lowered them.

“You okay? Need a break?” He was watching you, concern flashing across his eyes for a moment. You took a second to think about it, registering the way your body was already heavy and spent, but you could feel in the pit of your stomach that you weren’t done. You wanted more. You shook your head, sitting up. Carlos brushed a stray tear from your cheek, murmuring sweet nothings as he did so.

He pulled you into another kiss, his hand cupping an entire side of your face. It was easy to melt into him, the way he was so gentle with you but so commanding. He was kissing you like you might break, but at the same time, there was a searing intensity behind it that had you wanting more, again. You’d recovered some of your own movement, your hands finally had stopped shaking enough for them to become useful again. You moved up to play with the collar of his shirt, slowly working at undoing each button until it was hanging open. You ran your hands across his shoulders. He didn’t stop you, which you decided equated to permission as you pushed the material off, revelling in the solid warmth of his chest.

He’d put on a lot of muscle since you’d last seen him like this.

Your mouth was watering, Carlos’ lips reattached to your neck not helping. He pulled back, running a thumb across a spot on your neck that he’d been paying a lot of attention to, making you shiver.

“When you look in the mirror, I want you to see this and think of me,” you made a small noise at the back of your throat in response and dropped your hands to his open jeans, palming at him. He grunted, eyes fluttering shut for a second. You slid off the bed, dropping onto your knees on the floor. When Carlos opened his eyes to see you like that the noise he made was almost deadly.

“I know what you want, pretty girl,” his thumb was playing with your bottom lip, swollen from kissing. “You wanna congratulate me?” You nodded, your affirmation little more than a breathy sigh as you sat back. It gave you a small hit of satisfaction to watch Carlos move with haste for the first time that night as he stood to shimmy his jeans down his legs, followed by his boxers.

He sat back down, right on the edge of the bed, his legs spread on either side of your body. You couldn’t help but gulp at the sight of him, already hard and straining against nothing right in front of your face. You looked up at him, blinking hard as you took in the sight. He looked like a god, watching you from above with a soft look in his eye, hair flopping forward due to the bend in his neck. All tan skin and smooth muscle. He stroked your face once more.

He sat back, watching you leisurely as you moved forward, wrapping your hand around him first. There was a lot of him, but you weren’t one to shy away from a challenge. You couldn’t wait any longer, dipping your head down at the same time you gazed up, taking his tip into your mouth. Immediately, you were rewarded with the sweet and salty taste of precum on your tongue. He hissed as you bobbed your head a couple of times before dropping your head down, taking as much of him into your mouth as you could.

“Go on, Cariño, whatever you want,”

“Shit,” he groaned into his hand, composure rapidly fading as you began to work. He let you move at your own pace for a little while, rewarding you with plenty of praise as you dragged your tongue against him and hollowed your cheeks to suck. His head dropped back as he tangled a hand in your hair, tapping your cheek to still you for a moment.

“Can I?” He didn’t need to ask the full question, you humming a ‘yes’ with as much of him still in your mouth as you could. He tightened his hold on you, and you relaxed your neck, allowing him to guide your movements on his cock. It was hot, there was no denying it as you closed your eyes, squeezing your legs together to try and ignore the heat building once more, relaxing your throat and simply focusing on breathing through your nose as you let him fuck your mouth.

“So fucking good,” he spat through gritted teeth, his accent as thick as you’d ever heard it. “Such a good girl for me,” you looked up at him, eyes wide and innocent as you nodded.

“So good for your winner,” you moaned at the same time as he pushed right to the back of your throat. The combination ripped a noise from him you’d never heard before, something primal and almost guttural.

He pulled you back a little, fucking more into the hollows of your cheeks as you sucked hard around him.

“Fuck, okay. Enough,” he released his grip on you, allowing you to pull off him. You looked up at him quizzically, not sure why he stopped you so suddenly when it was just starting to get good. He chuckled at your lost expression.

“Don’t look so disappointed, Princesa,” he pulled you back up so you were standing in front of him. He pressed a kiss against your mouth, an arm wrapping around your waist as he pulled you down, rolling on top of you with ease. “Want to be inside you more,” he was stroking your hair, admiring the way you looked pinned beneath him.

“I want you,” you agreed, running a hand through his hair. “I want you to fuck me,” he groaned, head dropping into the crook of your neck, mumbling something in Spanish against your skin.

“You are incredible,” he praised, voice like honey. You raised your hips to meet his, a thrill of anticipation shooting through you as you felt him brush against your pussy. You were not above begging him, and he hushed you, unbothered and unrushed as he let his fingers trace down your body, before lining himself up with you.

It felt like someone had punched the air right out of your lungs as Carlos slid into you with little resistance. You could feel the stretch of him, it was making your mouth water as he filled you up the way you’d needed all night. He was still for a moment, catching his own breath as he gauged your face for a reaction. When you pulled him into a heavy kiss, mouth open and panting against him, he began to move.

Carlos dragged his hips back slowly, almost fully withdrawing from you before moving forward in one smooth motion. You could have sworn you could feel him everywhere, the pace tantalising. It was like you were laying on a bed of hot coals, not enough to burn you, but a steady heat that was stealing over your body and settling close to you. Your mind started to cloud, your only focus on the man above you and the way he was making you feel every detail of the moment.

“So tight for me,”

“Carlos,”

“You’re fucking perfect,” he all but purred, starting to increase his rhythm. Your nails were pressed into his shoulder blades. He moved with a little more force and your legs came up to wrap around his. Something in the angle he was hitting you changed, you cried out before you could stop yourself, your nails dragging hard down his back as you did so. Carlos gave a strained laugh.

“You like that, Princesa?” You were nodding weakly, as he continued to aim for the same place so the tension within you felt like a rubber band being stretched to its limit.

“Oh my god, Carlos,” he grasped one of your hands, tangling your fingers together and pinning it above your head, his face so close to yours you could pick out the gold flecks in his eyes. There was nothing smug in his expression, his brows knitted together in focus, eyes searching yours the whole time. You could feel the warmth of his lips he was so close, just hovering out of reach for a kiss.

“My name,” he paused to grunt as you contracted around him briefly, “Sounds so good from your mouth,” he was hitting you with a bruising point, the elastic band within you stretched so tight it was starting to fray. He finally ducked his head down, kissing you hard.

You all but screamed into his mouth, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over you as your orgasm hit, your entire body shaking violently with the force of it. Spots clouded your vision, Carlos’ hips stuttering against you with a strangled cry the only thing you could think of. You let out a broken sob, his name the only thing on your lips as he held you, letting you ride out the moment as the pair of you tumbled into oblivion.

Carlos let you down carefully, his hand running through your hair soothingly as you came back into your body. He was breathing heavily with the effects of his own high, but his entire focus was on you.

“Hey, look at me,” you managed to meet his eyes through your exhausted lids, a weak but satisfied smile on your lips.

“Hey,” you murmured. He gave you a sweet kiss.

“Hi,” you carded his hair through your fingers. You’d never noticed how soft it was. “You okay?” You nodded with a noise of confirmation. “You did so good,” you nodded again, your whole body heavy and spent as if you’d just run a marathon. You didn’t even want to know what time it was.

“That was-” you couldn’t even finish the sentence, a satisfied laugh replacing the words.

“Yeah,” Carlos agreed, finally satisfied you were well enough for him to move off of you. You felt the familiar tang of loss as he slid out of you, and made his way into the bathroom. Your mind was too hazy to form proper thoughts, so you laid there naked a little longer, thinking half-heartedly about where your clothes were.

Carlos reappeared in the doorway, his figure backlighted by the soft glow of the bathroom lights. He looked ethereal, and part of you couldn’t help but be furious with yourself for avoiding him for so long. You could have had this years ago. You hadn’t noticed Carlos was crouching in front of you again, watching you with a tenderness you’d not felt in a long, long time.

“Come on, Cariño,”

“Gimme a minute to call the taxi,” you mumbled starting to pat around pathetically for your phone. Carlos caught you, concern flashing across his face.

“Woah, no, no. I meant come for a bath,”

“Oh,” you giggled stupidly as he helped you to your feet, allowing you to grip his arm as you wobbled your way to the bathroom on jelly legs.

He sank into the water before you joined him. He pulled you so your back was pressed flush against his chest, gently scooping water over your skin. You leant back allowing yourself to revel in the feeling as he pressed kisses across your shoulder, the damp ends of his hair tickling you pleasantly.

“Don’t worry, Cariño, I’m not letting you go anywhere,”

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so this got...out of hand to say the least lol. but oh my god was it so much fun to write and got me out of the little blocky funk I've been in. flat spin fans don't panic I promise it is coming I've just been really struggling with this one scene and I needed something to keep the motivation going

AND NO IT'S NOT GETTING A PART TWO BEFORE ANYONE ASKS

also i had this idea about carlos being a previous one night stand and i just had to get it down

anyway, not much else to say from me. how do we feel about midday posts over nighttime ones??

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