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sainzproductions · 9 months

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ⋆ 𝐜. 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐳

where you belatedly realize, you and carlos may never want the same things in life

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You'd somehow, found yourself entrusted with a bright eyed, enthusiastic baby who was blowing bubbles from his mouth; chubby arms flailing by his side, as you held his small frame cautiously. His mother, one of carlos' many cousin had dropped the baby on your lap, before clamoring towards the bathroom in a haste to relieve herself.

“Don't look so stiff, y/n.” Blanca laughed at your shaken expression, crossing her arms in a resolute manner when you tried to hand the babbling baby to her. “Consider it practice, hermosa. He loves you, look.” she raises her eyebrows, gesturing with her hands to the baby who's bright eyes were intent on your face, giggling and muttering incoherently to himself.

You held the baby like it was a foreign object, hands hoisting him up by the armpits— your posture betraying your lack of finese in handling a fragile human being. In all the years, you've maintained a safe distance from any and possibly all soft headed creatures called babies. You've always appeared scared, and cautious when presented the opportunity to hold other people's children, opting to, instead politely decline and shrink behind whoever was accompanying you at the present moment.

“He's... something.” You tilt your head at the baby, slightly taken aback by the way he mirrors your movement. Blanca laughs, clearly enjoying your predicament.

“I don't know who's more charmed.” She teases, leaning back in her seat as she watches the hesitance slowly, but surely transform into fascination. The young one, as if sensing your initial reactions to his person, garbled more nonesense as if to maximize his cuteness— his chubby cheeks buldged, lips wobbling as he giggled, appearing delighted by your complex expressions.

“He's drooling, blanca.” You state, exssperated yet somewhat amused.

“Babies drool, y/n. They aren't the most intelligent creatures at that point.” You faintly hear the distinct sound of a shutter clicking, and you snap your head towards her— catching her with a phone in hand, a sheepish expression present on her face. “You looked identical, i'm sorry! I've always thought this would be you, someday. I mean, you went at it like bunnies when we were all younger—”

“Blanca, eso no es algo que digas en voz alta,” that's not something you say out loud. you chide, feeling your cheeks warm.

“Lo siento, hermosa.” She giggles, nudging your shoulder in apology, although you couldn't help but notice her expression shift slightly. “You can't blame me. When i think of you and my dear brother, i see you with ten little juniors running around your yard whilst the rest of us just borrow one of your children.”

You roll your eyes playfully at her ridiculous dream, “If i ever let it get to ten, you should tell him to get off me.”

The baby you were holding whines, wriggling to rest his head on your hands while blinking slowly. He was incredibly well behaved despite his drooling antics; and you couldn't help but notice the distinct features of a sainz in his face. Those warm brown eyes... and he was growing into his tall nose and matching trademark grin. He was adorable, you begrudgingly admit.

In a lapse of proper judgement, you allowed the baby to rest it's head on your shoulder. The toddler melting into your arms, quietly. Well behaved. Making himself comfortable in your arms. He was so tiny, you muse. So fragile and weak, you'd easily understood why there was such a thing people call a mother's instinct.

“You should have one first.” Blanca states, a soft smile on her face while you have your moment of realization.

“What should she have first?” Carlos asks, raising an eyebrow at your hushed conversations, pressing a chaste kiss on your cheek as he takes the seat beside you.

“Kids, carlos. It's impossible you have never thought of it.” Blanca answers like it was the obvious.

“I don't think it's anywhere near our future.” Carlos chuckles as if his sister had just told a joke, appearing taken aback as he belatedly notices the toddler on your arms who'd easily amused himself with the strands of your hair.

“How can you say that?” Blanca chides, hints of reproach evident in her tone. It is, afterall, somewhat strange that he thought of it in such a way— your relationship had been longer than any of hers had lasted, and it left a truly icky taste in her mouth.

“It's a converstation between y/n and i, Blanca. I don't think it's any of your business.” Carlos turned civil all of a sudden, snapping at his sister.

You bit your tongue to stop yourself from saying anything, the atmosphere suddenly becoming charged with tension.

“Oh muchas gracias, chica! I'm sorry i shoved him in your care,” the unnamed cousin thankfully interruped, oblivious to the tension in between you three as she took the baby from your hands. “Carlos, i haven't seen you in some time! How long will you be in spain?” she started chatting up to your boyfriend casually.

Blanca saw your eyes cloud briefly, she could distinctly class the change in your visage to longing.

Perhaps you weren't at all allergic to babies. Maybe she'd read you wrong. Maybe Carlos read you wrong.

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The drive to your home was silent. Neither of you spoke. You allowed yourself to bask in the tender, but welcomed ache in your limbs as a result of a day spent under the sun and swimming for the better part of the eventful day. You'd thoroughly enjoyed the time you've spent just frolicking in the water and playing around with Carlos. It was always worthwile, there weren't many opportunities you had to spend some uninterrupted time together.

If he wasn't on a racetrack, zooming by in a blur, he was occupied with meetings, press and proper workouts inbetween, leaving you with scraps of his attention.

“Y/n?” Carlos repeats your name, failing to snap you out of your thoughts. With one hand on the steering wheel, and the other in your grasp, he tugs at your intetwined hands. It made you look at him. “I've been calling your name a couple of times, querida. Is there anything wrong?” He worries.

“Nothing's wrong.” You assured him, trying to muster a smile. He pauses, as if measuring his words. “You've been quiet.” you hum in response, looking out of the window as the car moves again.

“Talk to me y/n...” he utters, resembling a plea.

You take a deep breath, clearing your throat. “I'd rather not.”

His jaw clenches, muscles tensing at your short responses. “Is this about the conversation with Blanca? We've talked about this a million times; there's no one else i'd want all the permanent shit other than you. But you know right now is a very delicate time of my career and i can't—”

“risk jeopardizing any of the opportunities that comes my way.” You repeat monotonously, looking at him. “I know, Carlos. I know where i stand.” you said it with such certainty, the fact itself ingrained in your very being after so many years of falling behind his priorities.

He's made it clear, time and time again.

“But i don't want to wake up one day, and realize i have to start all over again because i spent all my time waiting for a moment that would never happen.” you weren't loud, nor were you screaming. Yet it dealt the same weight and hurt, that made him unable to refute you.

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httpsserene · 7 months

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𝐡𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝟏 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝟐 : 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐳 𝐣𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞/𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 & 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫/𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤

📖𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: for all people believe that werewolves are dangerous creatures, your wolf is pretty tame, even with some of his...quirks. this halloween you let him be the big bad wolf to your little red riding hood, while you give out candy to trick-or-treaters. what he doesn't know, is that you have your own trick-or treat planned for him after this– you're his treat tonight, but he's going to have to chase you first. 📖𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 18+ only. smut. wolf shifter au. werewolves. no abo dynamics. outdoor sex. scent kink. vaginal sex. fingering. possessive behavior. predator/prey kink. tummy bulge. breeding kink. knotting (but not really). mention of heat/rut cycles. no protection. carlos’ filthy mouth. author may have cooked a little too hard 📖𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 6k words 📖𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: carlos sainz jr x fem!black!reader 📖𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: oneshot 📖𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸: peek-a-boo • red velvet

𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲: fair warning this is the most foul thing i’ve written ever. like, i thought the first upload was unsettling, but this is terrifying in comparison. i think i’m getting better tho, low key. no, this was not an excuse to write a breeding kink 😒. this was an excuse to spread my personal feeling that i think carlos sainz jr is a massive freak, and i will take no criticism on that 😩. but i do apologize for his foul ass mouth at the end. imma try and get these out quicker because i realized that if i’m releasing one fic every week, i will not be finishing this b4 the end of the month. there unfortunately will be no part two to this, it’s a standalone, i got so many things to write now, im sorry :( i hope you all enjoy it (i did an embarrassing amount of research for this aka twilight wiki), and thank you for all the support !!!

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carlos is not a werewolf. carlos is a born wolf; he comes from a long familial line of shifters. while he and his wolf share a brain, carlos is in control one-hundred percent of the time. he can shift into a wolf at will and maintains awareness as the wolf. however, during the full moon, it’s extremely difficult for shifters to resist the call and refrain from transforming. werewolves, on the other hand, are created by a curse or from being bitten. they are forced to change into a beast every full moon, thirsting for blood and carnage. their humanity isn’t present in the half-wolf/half-human form; being a werewolf is like a parasitic disease. carlos’ family has found their calling in bringing a sense of order to the wild, and during full moons, their purpose is to contain and redirect the beastly werewolves from harming humans.

shifters are rare, and carlos prefers it that way (he doesn’t ever want to find out what tension multiple shifters on the grid could cause). his nature doesn’t give him any unfair advantages in an f1 car, sure, his reaction time may be a little quicker, and he heals faster–but, nothing that would classify as “cheating.” if he did have any extreme advantages, maybe he’d end max’s world champion streak, but that is not the case; anything about his nature still couldn’t make up ferrari’s shortcomings.

the only downside to being a shifter is how they’re mistaken for werewolves (even though they are obviously two completely different beings). the world doesn’t know about the shifter population at large, it’s mainly an “if you know you know” society, and werewolves are known to the masses with how many slaughters they’ve been caught doing from the beginning of time. which is massively unfortunate for carlos. if he were to be revealed as a wolf shifter, he’d probably lose everything he knows–formula one, his privacy, his family, you–and he would probably be scheduled for a public execution if those were still in place. he’s only trusted a small circle of people within formula one with the secret of his wolf; lando, charles, fernando, jon and rupert, and vasseur. it’s made his life easier having people that are aware of his true nature, so he can shift comfortably during race weekends if needed, when you are not able to join him.

regardless of how the world views carlos’ supernatural state, you genuinely don’t understand how people could be terrified of him. carlos is ‘the dream man’™, and you’re not accepting any critiques on that matter. he’s a personal-sized space heater, so you don’t have to worry about being cold at night–and he doesn’t even complain when you stick your icicle-like toes and fingers on him. he cleans without being told to, he’s an excellent home chef, he takes you golfing with him and even lets you caddy for him, he’s protective but in a respectful manner, and he even partial shifts around you so you can play with his ears and give him a good little scratch.

the only downside you could point out about carlos, is that he takes his wolf form a little too seriously.

carlos was raised to train his inner wolf into a controlled, unfazed, unshaken, apex-predator being. the wolf has one purpose and it’s to guard his territory, the people he loves, and to prevent any werewolf murder sprees. but, you wish he’d allow himself to relax, and have a little more fun in his wolf form.

you’ve started training him, funnily enough, to allow his wolf to be off the clock sometimes. subconsciously, in the comfort of the spanish villa you two call home, he’s started to allow his ears to pop out whenever he’s relaxed enough. the spaced out and confused faces and noises he makes, with his head and ears flicking and tilting to match, invokes an unhealthy sense of cute-aggression from you. sometimes, you manage to persuade him enough to shift to his full wolf form, and that’s where you find the most difficulty of calming his behavior.

he’ll go around sniffing and rubbing his body along all of the walls and corners of the house to spread his claim, and even refuses to nap or sleep with you while he is shifted. he’d sit in the doorway of the room you were in and remain in an alert state to protect you from whatever dangers that may appear, even though he’s already sure none are present. there was one time you were able to convince him to lay with you under the guise of you being cold; he allowed himself to curl around you and rest his snout on your chest, but the way his ears remained cocked let you know that he was wide awake even though his eyes were shut.

he’s thoroughly unamused whenever you try and get him to play with dog toys. it doesn’t matter if it squeaks, crinkles, or smells–he wants nothing to do with them. he can’t say no to an old-fashioned game of fetch, though. whenever you grab a stick from outside, you hear his thundering paws running towards you before skidding to a rapid stop, his haunches firmly touching the ground while his front paws anxiously tip tap in front of him, and his whole body shakes with anticipation for your throw. and from there you started to get him to appreciate tennis balls and frisbees in fetch games. even though his massive jaw and teeth have you ordering replacements way too often.

and the thought of his massive ears, eyes, hands, and teeth—led you to your halloween costume idea.

little red riding hood.

it makes the most perfect amount of sense. carlos can be the big bad wolf to your red riding hood! except he refused, stating that it would be shameful to use his wolf in such a manner. of course, you're disappointed at his refusal, but you respect his boundaries at the end of the day. so, you were just going to have piñon (your dog) be your big bad wolf. and then, that fell through as well.

piñon was staying over at carlos’ parents house a few days before halloween, and ended up losing a battle to a mouse that he tried to catch through a fence. the fence scratched him a little deeply on his tummy and he ended up getting stitches and a cone of shame. while his stitches are in, he’s staying with reyes and carlos sr.–and, you’re back to square one; you’re ‘big bad wolf’-less-ness.

you don’t attempt to try and convince carlos to join you again, you just decide to keep your original costume and sit out on the porch handing out candy to the trick-or-treaters, missing the other half to your costume. it’s very simple attire, just the red-hooded cloak and a picnic basket full of candy. carlos peeks from the front window’s curtains and watches you smile sweetly at all the children and compliment them on their costumes. he hears you fein terror when kids dressed as werewolves ask for candy, he hears you fawn over the cutest kids and their costumes, and he hears your happiness falter when anyone asks where your ‘big bad wolf’ is.

you’re in the middle of explaining how piñon wasn’t feeling well to a little girl, and you hear a muffled bark. your head perks up in question, thinking you just imagined it, but then you hear scratches on the door. confused, you go to open the door and carlos comes slinking out to join you on the porch.

his wolf is massive, when standing on four paws his head nearly reaches your chest, his coat is a silky coloration of a brown so dark it appears black, but in direct sunlight it radiates warmth. his paws are larger than your face and the claws he’s got on them are big enough to match. the little girl shrieks and hides behind her dad’s legs, and the dad backs them up off the porch frantically.

“no, no, no,” you reassure them, and carlos tries to shrink his body behind your legs, whining lowly, “he’s friendly! i promise he’s a sweetheart, he’s actually pretty shy!” carlos skimpers behind you, quickly managing to shove himself under the outdoor couch, only allowing his head to peek out from underneath. the dad doesn’t quite believe you, and just apologizes and just ushers his daughter to the next house.

you sigh, and plop down a little forcefully on the couch. you hear carlos crawl from underneath the seat, and rise to a sitting position at your side, resting his snout on your lap. you look down and purse your lips at his wide, apologetic brown wolf eyes and raise your hand to give him a few pets. you question softly, “are you going to join me for the whole night?”

carlos blinks at you once. an eager grin spreads across your lips, “yay! aren’t you just such a good boy,” you tease sarcastically. carlos huffs, the force of his exhale swooshing your cloak, before he turns his back to you in dismissal. you laugh at him, and the next group of kids run up yelling for candy, and carlos tries to appear as small as he can so he doesn’t scare these ones away.

after the initial scare carlos caused, everyone seems fascinated at your “wolf-dog,” and how well mannered and amicable he is. carlos lets all the kids who are brave enough pet him, not snapping once even if they accidentally tug at his tail or ears, and sits incredibly still so he has no chance of accidentally crushing them. several dads even pause to give him a sturdy little dad-pat on his side, and inform you of how “that’s a good guard dog you got there, he takes a pat like no problem.” you even impress a few of the moms with how well trained you have him, and how he listens to all of your commands and can do many tricks (so far, the most impressive trick is having him harmonize to your voice with a howl). carlos preens silently next to you whenever little kids can’t help themselves from telling you how pretty you are (his tail thumping on the floor the only giveaway), and seethes when overzealous men and women try and hit on you (growls rumbling out of his chest). you brush off their advances and charmingly tell them, “i don’t think my boyfriend would appreciate me cheating on him…especially in front of his dog,” with a disguised smirk. overall, carlos does so well cosplaying as your big bad wolf, that you decide to give him the present you planned all along.

after the halloween celebrations die down, you and carlos return inside, and you lead the way up to the bedroom as he trots behind you. carlos shifts back into his naked human form, and you giggle and pull him into a hug.

“thank you, my love! everyone loved you tonight–you know you didn’t have to join me outside, right? i didn’t want you to feel pressured to do something you were–” carlos cuts you off with a chaste kiss to the cheek and dismisses your worry, “mi luna, i wouldn’t have gone out there if i did not want to, sí? i am happy i could make the night more fun for you, by playing your “big bad wolf.’”

you pull away with a small ‘aha!’ of remembrance and rush into the en-suite bathroom, closing the door behind you. carlos stares at the space you were just occupying and shrugs, figuring you have to pee really badly–considering you were sitting on the porch the whole night without a break– and that you’re probably changing out of the costume, before turning to the closet and pulling on clothes.

he hears the toilet flush, and then the water runs for a minute too long–almost like you’re covering up any noises carlos may hear with his enhanced hearing, but he doesn’t think that you’d have anything to hide from him, anyways. you fling the door open excitedly, still in your riding hood, and pull carlos away from the closet and start dragging him downstairs.

“ay–” carlos objects, “i don’t have a shirt on yet, mi amor! where are you rushing too?”

you don’t respond verbally, only glancing back at him with a cheeky smirk, and continue to lead him to the backyard. you drop carlos hand once you’ve stepped outside, shutting the sliding glass door behind you two. walking back to him, you stand in front of him–pausing as you stare into the warm depth of his brown eyes, before you take one step backwards. carlos automatically goes to parrot your movement, attempting to take one step towards you to eliminate the space, but you ‘aht-aht’ at him disapprovingly causing him to freeze. you press your hand against his chest near his clavicle and guide him to his original position. patting once with intention, you order, “stay.”

carlos’ eyes widen in shock, but he doesn’t say anything. he allows you to back away from him, twitching towards you when your bare feet slip off the paved patio onto the grass. you come to a stop when you’re halfway into the yard.

carlos calls out to you, confused, “amor? what’s this, i do not want to play fetch right now–”

“we’re not going to play fetch carlos,” you start, “we’re going to play a new game called chase.” carlos does his adorable head tilt at you, continuing to question your actions, “qué? i don’t know the game you are talking about, mi luna–wh-what-qué haces (what are you doing)?”

you unbutton the collar of the cloak, and spread the front open, from where you wrapped it tightly around your body, and reveal a matching set of the scantiest, laciest, and most mouthwatering red bra and panties. carlos is stunned to silence, mouth dropping open as his eyes fall to your exposed body. the way your smooth melanated skin is complimented by the rosso corsa-colored lingerie, the way you’re holding open the cloak to allow him to get his fill of your body, the way your hips seductively rock from one side to the other, the way the smell of your arousal begins to become apparent to his sensitive nose–before you abruptly wrap the cloak shut, tying the waistband tightly and shattering the moment.

“we are going to play a game called ‘chase’, carlito. where i run into the woods behind us, and you…chase me.”

carlos’ entranced state is shaken by his protective instincts, “qué? no, no! absolutely not. the woods are dangerous, mi amor–”

“carlosss,” you whine, “you patrol the woods every other week! you know there’s nothing that could hurt me out here, because you’ve already gotten rid of it. you’re going to give chase and you’re going to like it!”

carlos shifts anxiously, not fully persuaded, so you decide to not give him a choice, “ten minutes, love. after that, come catch me.” you turn and run into the densely packed woods, ignoring carlos’ exclamation for you to stop. he doesn’t suddenly appear and stop your disappearance into the forest, so that’s how you know the game is on.

your chest is already heaving from adrenaline and excitement as you run through the forest, ducking under branches and hopping over rocks and fallen tree limbs. you pant and the nerves start to set in, not out of fear of what’s in the forest, but fear of giving carlos an easy chase. you stop suddenly and take a sharp turn, running for a minute that way before you circle back and run at a slight diagonal in the opposite direction, overlaying your scent to try and give some added time to your pursuit. running deeper into the woods, it begins to get darker, the only light source are the scraps of moonlight that manage to find a pocket to slip through. your eyes adjust to the reduced light level, pupils blown wide not only in necessity but also arousal, and you come to a halt again. you quickly slip off your red panties and hang them on the nearest branch, hoping that the wetness that’s already seeped into them distracts him from your true location.

you start to traverse your way through an uphill part of the forest, exhaustion finally beginning to become apparent after that first rush of adrenaline–but then, a familiar howl cuts through the air; your time is up, and carlos is loose in the forest, hunting after you. reinvigorated, you continue running deeper and deeper into the trees, changing directions multiple times losing track of exactly where you’re going.

the wolf fucking losing it. you–his luna, his mate–are out in the forest he protects—his territory—inciting him into a relieving game of chase, allowing him to be just as uncontrolled as he wants in his pursuit of you. he’s quick to catch on your trail, seeing the way you’re rushed heavy steps in the start leaves an easy path for him to follow. and then, he notices you employed different tactics to delay him. he catches himself running in circles you intentionally plotted, and notices how your scent and foot-trail overlaps multiple times. and then, he can tell you switched from running with the full bottom of your foot and just on your toes for a moment to disrupt your trail. his breaths have started to mirror yours, forceful with the adrenaline from a good chase, and he freezes. he smells you.

he speeds up to a full run, paws thundering against the earth under him, loud and uncaring if you hear him coming or not, before he bursts through the trees where your scent is the strongest. but, you’re not there. the wolf whines disbelievingly, bringing his nose to the floor to analyze your scent trail before a glimpse of red catches his attention from the corner of his eye. he spins around swiftly, expecting it to be the swish of your cloak as you run from, but it’s not you.

it’s the damn red panties you kindly left behind for him.

he rocks up on his hind legs to knock it off the branch to the ground, and presses his muzzle to the barely there fabric, inhaling your arousal deeply. an unhinged growl tumbles his way out of his chest, before it morphs into another full howl, letting you know how much he appreciates your present. carlos won’t be fooled by any more of your tricks again, and he takes off running.

you’ve taken a brief break from running, leaning forward with your hand against your knees as you catch your breath. it’s loud around you; bugs are buzzing and you can hear the hoots of several owls echoing through the forest. suddenly, it goes completely silent, quicker than a drop of a pin. you slam your mouth shut, quieting your inhales, and you slowly shift your stance into a running position, trying to use your hearing to tell what direction the wolf is coming from. you hear the rustle of a tree on your right, and you make to leap away into a run–but it’s too late.

you’re caught, large hands around your waist and a leg sweeps your own out from underneath you and takes you to the ground. a scream of surprise escapes from your chest but is cut off with a heavy hand laying over your mouth.

carlos is looming over you, kneeled in between your legs, bare as the day he was born, chest heaving, and pupils wide from the thrill and pleasure of a successful hunt. “caught you. i could hear your little heart racing in your chest.” he boasts.

carlos removes his hand only to replace it with his lips, and the passion he bathes your lips with fragments your mind. you can only part your lips and let him ruin you as he pleases. his plump lips suckle on yours before his tongue begins an eager exploration of your mouth–a desperate moan falls from his lips into yours. one of his hands comes to grasp at the curls on your head, tilting you for a better angle; and you raise one of yours to grasp at his shoulder for stability, but carlos startles away. an animalistic growl rumbles through his chest in dissent, and he grabs both of your wrists in one of his hands, and pins them above your head.

you’re at a loss for words, unsure if you want to moan or plead to suck his dick, but carlos doesn’t give you a chance to decide.

he allows himself one last soul-sucking kiss, before he presses nips into your cheeks and jaw, leading towards your neck. carlos buries his nose deeply into the spot where your jaw meets your neck, and takes an excessive inhale of your scent. dios mio. the way you smell. delectable and rich soaked with lust and the dregs of fear still clinging in the surroundings. he gets to smell this for the rest of his life. another growl erupts possessively, and you can only moan depravedly at the sound.

carlos continues to lavish kisses on his way down your body, bruising them into your skin before soothing over with a pass of his tongue. the hand in your hair releases, coming down to allow him to grasp at your chest, brushing over your nipples in a quick motion; the lace scrapes against them and the feeling is paralyzing. he tugs the rossi corsa bra underneath your breasts, and they spill out over the top in a manner so obscene it forces another moan out of carlos. he ducks his head again, to tease at your nipples with his tongue, alternating between flicking and sucking at them randomly. he ignores your hips are rolling up, attempting to get some friction, and your hands in his wrists flexing and tugging to escape.

he frees your nipples from the assault of his lips, and starts sucking hickeys into your underboob with a pleased hum. the change in sensation and slight ache, has another scream bursting from your chest, it’s too much.

“c-c-carlos, c’mon! please, please—oh!” cutting yourself off with a gasp, as carlos abruptly pulls away, his large hand releasing your wrists, to scooch down and bully your legs open with a free hand and shoves his broad tanned shoulders between your thighs.

you’re dripping everywhere. the tops of your inner thighs are smeared with stickiness and you’ve created a wet spot on the cloak underneath you. a growl fully spills from carlos’ chest, shaking the air around you and causing the hairs on the back of your neck to rise. he is an apex predator, you should at least be slightly terrified, but all you do is moan in response, more arousal leaking from you, and you start begging.

“carlos!p-please touch me! lobo mió—please, dont you wanna taste me? i want you to eat me,” you sob, “eat me out! you h-h-hunted me, take what you want!”

carlos laughs sharply at your obscenity, “oh? mi luna, you’re so bad, aren’t you? you should be scared of having my teeth so close to your pretty pussy, but here you are: begging, leaking, and your little hole winking and clenching at me, sí?”

you quickly agree, “yesyesyes, for you, for you, always. please carlos,” one of your hands flies down to grip at his hair and try and tug his mouth onto you. carlos snaps his teeth at you, and you quickly pull your hand away from his head, leaving it hovering in the air.

carlos growls, “don’t rush me, mi luna, i always take care of you, no?” you hum in agreement, both of your hands falling to your sides and gripping the grass next to you in anticipation.

carlos dips his head and swipes his tongue gently at your left inner thigh, and groans deeply. it’s your scent liquified; he licks his lips and smacks his mouth, savoring your slick. after that one sample he can’t help himself, he loses himself and makes it his personal mission to clean up every last drop of you that spilled. carlos’ mouth is sloppy, and he’s uncaring of how your thighs begin to shake in oversensitivity from the way his beard is scratching your thighs up, red lines appearing faintly on your brown skin. you start squirming away from his mouth, and carlos huffs, annoyed.

his hands switch to gripping the underside of your thighs, and he pushes them upwards near your chest, and commands, “stop moving, mi amor, or i’ll stop completely.” you moan a soft breathy okay, and your moan pitches into a sharp gasp. carlos runs his nose up your cunt parting the lips, more wetness spreading, before he pauses at your clit; and deeply inhales your scent from where it’s the richest. you cry, half bewildered and half humiliated, at your boyfriend eagerly sniffing at your warmth.

carlos rumbles out, “mierda, mi luna. mmm, so sweet—i cannot wait. i have to get in you, sí?” carlos doesn’t wait for a response and presses two fingers inside you. a cry escapes you at the sudden stretch, but your scent doesn’t sour with pain—carlos continues. he rushes through stretching you; his fingers scissoring you open methodically, consciously avoiding your g-spot. the squelching noises coming from your cunt, has tears gathering in your eyes in embarrassment, even though it’s fairly clear that carlos enjoys it.

his fingers slide out a minute later, and that same hand reaches for his dick to begin spreading your wetness over it. carlos hisses, and with a clenched jaw, he asks, “mi amor—estas lista (are you ready)?” his body is now vibrating with the force he’s holding himself back with, waiting for your approval.

your hands release the earth, blades of grass you ripped out of the ground falling from between your fingers, and motion carlos to come closer and lean over you, dwarfing your body completely, “yeah, lobo mio, fuck me.”

carlos whimpers, head falling to rest in your neck. his hand grasps tighter at the underside of your left thigh—a bruise forming already—and pushes it firmly to your chest, your right leg bends slightly and you press your knee to his hip, urging him forward.

carlos guides the head of his cock with a trembling hand to your cunt, and gently presses in. you sharply inhale, holding your breath, until the head pops in fully, causing both you and carlos to moan in pleasure. carlos continues sinking deeper within you as controlled and slowly as he can, not wanting to cause you any discomfort. however, you’re completely gone already. eyes shut in bliss, mouth open, drool already leaking from the corner of your lips. carlos lifts his head to read your expression, and smirks, you’re so easy for him.

he bottoms out, feeling how your walls squeeze him tightly, and flutter in desperation, like they can’t quite accommodate to his size. carlos waits patiently, chest heaving again from the strain of not taking you, and watches how you squirm underneath him, not knowing if you want to squirm away or closer. you adjust to his presence a handful of seconds later, and grind your hips up to feel the delicious drag of his dick inside of you. carlos’ eyes widen and a shocked groan escapes him before he rolls his own hips down to meet you.

carlos sets a quick pace from the beginning, he can’t be bothered with building up his speed slowly—he has a claim to lay on you; and to any other being in this forest who can smell how alluring you are, you’re his mate.

moans are being punched out of your chest with every one of his thrusts, harmonizing with his matching grunts of effort. your back is sliding against the grassy floor, and your shoved up with every one of his deep thrusts, and you sink your nails into his back in pleasure, and carlos growls into your ear at the feeling.

you manage to find words to praise your wolf, “s-so deep in me, carlos—yeahyeahyeah, deeper, baby, please—ah! faster, carlos, faster—“ and carlos does his best to fulfill your wishes; his mouth rests right next to your ear; his panting breaths, and moans only making you squeeze around him tighter.

he soon tires of your orders; he’s not doing his best if he hasn’t fucked the words out of you. carlos suddenly pulls out of you, and you cry out angrily with a furrowed brow, “no, carlos! don’t stop, what are you—“ and with a rough commanding tone, he interrupts you, “stop whining.” your mouth slams shut, the sound of your teeth clacking together mortifyingly loud, your eyes wide with shock.

carlos softens, patting at your hip gently to reassure you that he’s not angry. he then flips you over (cloak spread on the ground underneath you), up on your elbows and knees, and makes to mount you properly—like the wolf he really is. the air is thick, and with your back turned to him in such a vulnerable manner, adrenaline rushes through you again. carlos laughs down demeaningly at you, as your scent thickens even more with lust and smidge of fear.

rattled at his amusement, you try to push up onto your hands and knees, but carlos automatically pushes you back down, with a heavy, hot and veiny hand scruffing you at the base of your neck. you moan out highly, as carlos forces you back down to your elbows. he releases your neck and smooths his hand down to the small of your back to deepen your arch just the way he wants, and to pull your hips up to match.

all he says is, “now, you stay, just like that—and be a pretty hole for me.”

carlos bullies his dick back inside you, and doesn’t allow you any time to adjust in the this new position. he roughly pounds into you, now only caring about getting his release—he’ll make you cum after he’s thoroughly enjoyed his prize for hunting you down.

carlos’ grunts are animalistic, and his thrusts are too fast for you to try and buck back against him to match his rhythm; all you can do is sit pretty and take what he gives you—just like he said. you can only ramble out four words in between your moans; ‘carlos,’ ‘full,’ and ‘too deep.’ carlos rumbles approvingly at your chanting this time around, and pulls your hips back even closer to dig as deep as he can, uncaring of how you're trying to run from his thrusts.

your start babbling at the constant pressure and drag against your g-spot, he’s so deep, in this position, hitting areas he can only reach and causes your legs to give out. carlos’ hips don’t falter, as he catches you pulling you back up with a hand around your navel. and then his hips stutter in shock with a crude moan. he grabs one of your hands, causing you to fall flat on your face, head turned to the side with your cheek pressed to the cool red cloak—and guides it to your stomach and holds it there.

carlos resumes thrusting, and preens, “mmm, can you feel that, mi amor? i’m fucking you so deep—ah—you can feel it through your skin.” you can feel it, and the pressure from carlos pressing your hand on his own dick from outside of your body, has your eyes rolling back and tears streaming down your face. your legs go limp again, but carlos isn’t fazed; he continues to hold your body up for you. “so good for me,” carlos rambles, “mio luna—my mate.”

abruptly, you feel it. the press of his knot against you, and in a sudden moment of clarity, you start to beg.

“—los! kn-knot, please! ‘arlos, breed—ahahah—breed me deep and full—oh!”

carlos gnashes his teeth, growling savagely, before he leans down and forcefully bites down at the back of your neck—not enough to break skin, but enough to remind you of his teeth for a few days. you shudder, air stolen from your lungs, and you have no choice but to cum.

carlos feels the way your pussy flutters around him, failing to push him out with your release flooding your thighs, and how it continues to drag him deeper within you in a hypnotizing motion to milk him dry. carlos struggles to thrust once, twice, thrice more times with how tightly your cunt is gripping him and shoves his cock as deep in you as possible without allowing his knot to slip in, filling you up nice and good—breeding you just like you wanted.

carlos rocks you two both through the aftershocks, ensuring his cum coats your insides thoroughly, only slowing to a stop when your combined release starts frothing at where the two of you are joined, and your hips start squirming away from him. he guides you back, sitting you on his lap, keeping himself inside you, as he rotates you to face him.

your makeup is ruined. mascara and eyeliner staining your cheeks with the tracks of your tears, red lipstick smudged on your brown skin, eyes wide and still glassy with moisture. carlos swipes his thumb around your lips, fading the smudges as best as he can.

you smile softly, and ask with a light tone, “wasn’t that fun, mi lobo?”

carlos can only laugh softly, and nod, “yes—i did not know that you would enjoy being bred on the forest floor that much.”

your cheeks flush again after they began to cool, and you smack carlos shoulder in embarrassment. your brow furrows, and your mouth drops into a pout, “why didn’t you knot me?”

carlos raises an eyebrow at you teasingly, “ah, sí! you were begging for it like whore—“

“carlos!”

“i’m joking, i’m joking, mi luna! of course you were begging, more like a slut for my knot than a bitch in h—“

“dios mio, carlos! your fucking mouth after you cum—jesus christ!”

he can only laugh harder, extra pleased at how he gets you to fluster so easily, even after he just railed you in the middle of the forest.

“ay, mi amor—i’ll stop, im sorry,” he starts still grinning cockily, “pero, i did not give you the knot you begged for so sweetly, because my rut is in three days, sí? and i can’t afford to bruise your pretty pussy with my hefty knot before then, no?”

you balk. carlos’s semi-annual rut is a force of its own, you're practically out of commission for a week after it, unable to close your legs from how raw it leaves you. his knot bruises your insides every time you take it, so he definitely made the smart decision by not folding to your cries of desperation.

the scent of the two of you's satisfaction permeates the air, intertwining with the smell of sex, and carlos can only lean forward to mouth at your neck to taste how well he took care of you tonight.

“mmm,” carlos hums, “now—do you want me to carry you back to our den so i can finally get my mouth on you and clean you up, or do you want me to make another mess of you right here, mi luna?”

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lxndonorris · 3 months

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cycling adventure - Carlos Sainz Jr

Y/N x Carlos Sainz Jr Theme: Smutish, Teasing, Touching going on a cycling trip with Carlos x word count: 1010+ taglist: @game-set-canet open for requests :)

Under the warm sun, you embarked on a cycling adventure with your boyfriend, Carlos. The refreshing breeze carried the promise of an exhilarating ride. Dressed in your cycling gear, you pedal side by side, the rhythmic sound of your wheels on the pavement creating a harmonious melody.

As you cycle through scenic paths and empty roads, you feel Carlos' gaze on you. Turning your head, you catch him staring at you. You cannot see his eyes underneath his pretty sunglasses; however, his mischievous smile tells you everything you need to know.

Still side by side, you exchange teasing glances, adding playful energy to the air. A tingling sensation sparks inside your belly, and you can't resist challenging him to a short race.

With a playful smile, you propose, "Race you to that tree?" You motion toward a large tree a few hundred meters in the distance.

As a professional racer, he is very competitive, and you use that to your advantage. An impish smirk forms in the corner of his lips as he lifts his head slightly. "I can't say no to that." Carlos smirks, and without hesitation, you surge forward, wheels spinning in sync.

The race is tight, your breathless grunts carried by the win as you push yourself, the thrill of competition adding a burst of excitement to the sunny day.

In the end, you manage to inch ahead, crossing the imaginary finish line with a triumphant grin.

Choosing a serene spot, you guide your bike to a stop beneath the sprawling branches of another large tree, its leaves creating a refreshing shade.

You get off the bike and turn around to find Carlos leaning against the handlebars of his bike. Both of you are breathing deeply, trying your best to catch your breath.

"You're so fast," he admits, dismounting his bike with a genuine smile and extending a congratulatory hand.

"Learning from the best." You shake hands—a shared moment of true sportsmanship.

In that moment, he closes the remaining distance, and your lips meet in a sweet and spontaneous kiss. The taste of victory mingled with the refreshing breeze.

You enjoy the way his stubble tickles your skin, and the faint scent of his cologne hovering in the air all around him. Such a familiar, yet alluring taste.

As he kisses you again, you slightly give in to him, closing your eyes for a few seconds, which feels like a blessing. Steadying yourself against his well-formed chest, you stroke his firm chest, enjoying how his chest bulges against the palm of your hand with every breath he takes.

"Mhmm." Carlos purrs right into your mouth, enjoying your gentle touch.

As he pulls back, a subtle shift in focus occurs, and you can't help but notice how well he looks in the cyclist's gear. The snug fit accentuates his athletic form, and the play of sunlight highlights the contours of his physique.

Guiding his bike, you watch him lean both bikes against the tree, granting you a good look at his back, his arse, and his thick thighs. All of his muscles are hard, as adrenaline is still pumping through his veins.

You can tell that the same excitement is rushing through your body as well.

A quiet apprecation lingers in your gaze, a realization that goes beyond the playful competition—a silent acknowledgement of the allure he carries in every moment, even in the simplicity of cycling gear.

In one swift motion, he takes his helmet off and turns around, tilting his head teasingly as the mischievous grin reappears on his lips. You follow his lead and take your helmet off, and you shake your head slowly, letting your hair fall freely around your face.

Drawing near, he moves with a confident ease, the playfulness of the day evident in his approach. You love the way he carries himself—a mixture of self-assurance and genuine affection.

Carlos reaches for your waist, and a spark of anticipation flickers between you. His touch was both gentle and firm, pulling you closer in a dance of shared closeness.

Your lips meet once again, the kiss carrying a blend of sweetness and desire.

At the same time, you feel his hands encompassing your body, running along your waistline, touching your butt and stroking the small of your back.

With every move of his fingers, you feel sparks of electricity rush down your spine—a sensational feeling.

"Carlos." You breathe into his mouth, placing both of your hands at his chest, returning the favor by stroking s´him too.

Swallowing hard, you pull away, your eyes wandering down to his chest, his clothes barely able to contain his hard pecs and abs.

However, you also spot a bulge forming inside his tight pants—his desire and lust building inside his body are showing.

Carefully, Carlos lifts your chin with two fingers as he watches you through his sunglasses. While you can still feel his other hand now firmly holding your butt, you grind your hips against him, teasing him some more.

"We should race more often." He growls deeply, his voice even deeper and rougher than usual.

"Anytime, babé." You raise an eyebrow as he traces your jawline with his thumb before he caresses your cheek tenderly.

"Next time, I'll win." He smirks, leaning in for another sweet yet longing kiss.

Unable to contain your cuirosity, you let a hand glide down his chest, right to his crotch, feeling the excitement filling his body.

Carlos purrs in response before he lets out a breathless moan right into your mouth.

This sends shivers down your spine, and you grab him firmly- the way he bulges against your hand makes it even worse.

Then, a car rushes by, snapping you out of this blissful moment of intimacy.

Both of your faces flush with color, and you giggle under your breath.

"We should... get this home," you propose, tracing the outline of his length once, and he nods in agreement. Even though he cannot hide the excitement this would pose, this is not the right time.

With your bikes nearby, you reach for the water bottles, refreshing sips cutting through the crisp air.

Exchanging more teasing glances, you watch each other, and together, you get ready to get on your bikes again to resume your tour.

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libraryofloveletters · 7 months

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chapter three: the eyes never lie

Chalres Leclerc x Fem!Reader + Carlos Sainz Jr x Fem!Reader

Warnings: nerves, guilty feelings, charles is a bit oblivious to the fact that his girlfriend is out here like that, inconsistent race schedules sorry, carlos is ignoring/not feeling the guilt, mentions of cheating, a few cheeky comments from carlos, tension, lingering looks, flirting, the use of 'slut' in a derogatory way.

Word Count: 2.4k

Author's Note: sorry for the wait besties! hopefully y'all are into this as much as I am lmao

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The nerves were racking you and you can't help but feel guilty about your actions.

Your darling boyfriend Charles seems to notice your nerves, but chalked it up to nothing more than nerves over your upcoming exams. It was more than that; it was the fact that you had left him with a good intention of going home and somehow ended up in the bed of his teammate.

There's a bit of a break between the races in Monaco and Monza, you and Charles spent the majority of the break in Monaco, relaxing and unwinding - at least Charles was.

It's eating away at you, swallowing you whole every time you look at your boyfriend. You felt guilty just thinking about Carlos, let alone when Charles brings him up - you push away the thoughts, shutting the conversation down.

You love Charles or at least that's what you keep telling yourself.

Forcing yourself to think that you were in love with him and in some ways you were, but you knew that it was never going to be the same way it was with Carlos.

Now, if it was love you felt for Carlos? You weren't sure.

All you knew was that Charles never - in the 7 months you've been together - ever made you feel the way that Carlos did.

Days to Monza turned into hours and into seconds; now, there you are, at the home of Ferrari with your boyfriend. You find yourself, surrounded by Charles and Carlos, their faces plastered everywhere, the crowds chanting their names; you can't escape either of them.

It wasn't Charles you wanted to escape, but Carlos.

He was everywhere you didn't want him to be.

It was easy to pretend with Charles after a while. You ignored everything Carlos related, you and Charles lived in a harmonious little bubble without a thing in the world to bother you. Now that you've left, it was hard - so hard. Every single second you had a gut wrenching feeling that you'd be caught. That someone, somewhere, would know what you and Carlos did in Monaco.

They'd find out that you weren't a loving girlfriend but instead a cheating slut.

While you were battling your moral conscience every day, Carlos seemed perfectly fine.

You never understood how he managed to go on with his days as if you two hadn't done anything wrong. It was wrong, so fucking wrong but god, did it feel good. The guilt was eating you alive, you needed to talk to Carlos - you didn't need to be around him, you really should stay away but you needed to get this off your chest.

Charles was in the media pen and you had maybe half an hour before he came back. So you took that as your chance to go speak to his teammate.

Finding your way to his driver's room, you knock on the door. You were expecting Carlos, not Rupert. "Hey, y/n." The ginger smiles, "everything okay ?"

Rupert wasn't expecting you, his brows furrowed as he sees you peek behind him. "Is Carlos here? I uh.. I need to speak to him."

"He had to grab something from his car, he'll be back in a few."

"Oh," you nod, "I'll come back."

"No no, that's okay. You can come in and wait for him, he'll be back in a few and I have to go prep his stuff for quali anyways."

"You're sure?" You asked, hesitantly stepping into the room.

"Absolutely," Rupert steps to the side, letting you make yourself comfortable before shutting the door behind him as he leaves.

You sit by yourself for a while, taking in the surroundings. You had never actually been in his driver's room - you had no reason to be in there. There's a Spain flag hanging on the wall, a few family photos here and there, a terrifying comparison photo of him and his father; something of nightmares but to each their own. The pillow behind you had the Spain flag printed on it, your finger traced over the patterns when the door opens.

"You're not Rupert," the voice calls, shutting the door behind them. Setting the pillow down, you look up to see Carlos. "Would you like me to call him back?" You asked, standing up before you fixed the pillow.

Carlos smiled, shaking his head. "No."

"And why not?"

"Rupert won't kiss me the way you do," he admits, making you roll your eyes. As much as you wanted to scream and fight, he was so charming and you couldn't help the smile on your face.

"If you paid him enough, I'm sure he'd probably kiss you."

Carlos took a step towards you, his hand resting on your lower back. "Still won't be as good as you."

You give him a soft shove, creating some space between the two of you. "Do you not feel guilty, Carlos?"

"Guilty?" His brows furrow, the faintest of head tilts as he looks at you. "What for?"

You scoff; you're not sure if you're more mad at yourself or at him for not knowing what you meant. "Monaco." You say quietly, eyes fixed on him.

Carlos shrugs, sitting on the little couch in his room. You turn to face the man, his eyes wandering up and down your body. "Stop that." You say, rolling your eyes yet again.

"Need I remind you that I'm not the one in a relationship?" His arms crossed as he looked at you.

"So it's all on me?"

He hums, shrugging. "Could have walked out that night, y/n. You didn't have to stay and you definitely didn't have to do that thing with your-"

"Stop." You cut him off, pointing a finger at him. Carlos smirks, pursing his lips as he clears his throat.

"You texted me, you kissed me, Carlos."

"You didn't have to come, y/n. You didn't have to kiss me back, I wasn't holding you hostage."

"Might as well have been."

"Oh please, you loved it." He smiles, raising his eyebrows. You scoff, unable to believe the nonsense you were hearing from the man. "Fuck you, Carlos."

He leans back, his arms behind his head. "You sure did, y/n."

You groan, unsure if you wanted to punch him, strangle him or suffocate him with his stupid Spain throw pillow but instead, chose to walk out of his room; just as you did, you bump into one person that shouldn't have seen you up there.

"You okay, babe?" Charles's hands rest on your arms, steadying you after you bump into him. You smile, nodding. "I was just coming to look for you."

He notices Carlos's door open, the Spanish driver watching the two of you. "What were you looking for me for?" Charles asks, his arm over your shoulder as his glance moves from his teammate back to you.

"My sunglasses are in your room." You smiled, leaning into your boyfriend.

"Were you just with Carlos?" Charles asks, curiosity getting the best of him. You nod, "I just walked up with him, I was waiting for you to come up so we were just chatting."

"Yeah," Carlos pipes up from his room, smiling at the couple; y/n's a quick thinker, he thinks to himself - that'll come in handy.

You look at Carlos, the man locking eyes with you and you look away but his eyes stay fixed on you. Something about the way he looked at you rubbed Charles the wrong way and being the good boyfriend he was, notices the uncomfortableness of the situation.

"Did you get your sunglasses, love?" He asks, walking you towards his driver's room. "No, the door was locked." You tell him, "Andrea must have locked it."

Charles nods, towards his door before unlocking it for you. "Go on," he lets you walk in, shutting the door behind you two.

The two drivers' rooms shared a wall between them, everything could be heard, there was essentially no privacy when it came to them. Carlos could hear when Charles asked if you were okay. You tell him you're fine, Carlos is certain you've got your signature reassuring smile on your face as you tell him you're okay.

He hears the door open and shut again, the footsteps approaching his driver's room. It's Charles, "meeting starts in 15 in the garage," his teammate tells him, leaning on the doorframe.

Carlos nods, glancing at the woman behind him. "I'll be there."

The Monegasque driver nods, reaching for his girlfriend's hand, the two of you interlocking fingers as you make your way to the stairs. Carlos gets up, walking over to the doorway and leaning on the doorframe as he watches you make your way down; red skirt bouncing with each step, your sunglasses pushed into your hair - no one would ever think that you were anything other than Charles' loving girlfriend.

Carlos knew you were so much more than that.

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No matter how much you tried, how you tossed and turned, sleep would not come. Charles was already in dreamland, his arm over your waist as he snored quietly.

Usually, it'd put you to sleep - even if you did find it annoying at first but now, it's a reminder of your constant guilt.

Unable to sleep, you find yourself getting out of bed. The stirring wakes Charles and the man sitting up as you put your slippers on.

"Where are you going?" He asks, rubbing his eyes.

"For a walk. I have a headache so I just want some fresh air." You turn to face him and he nods. "Do you want some company?"

You smile but shake your head, "it's okay, babe. Stay and sleep, I'll be back in 20 minutes."

Charles smiles, laying back down. "Be safe," he mumbles, eyes already closed. His hand reached out for you, something he did when you left before he did - the different time zones he travelled through often left him in bed for longer than you.

You hold it, walking around the bed to his side and leaning down. Charles opens his eyes for a moment, his free hand cupping your jaw as he smiles sleepily at you.

"You're sure you'll be okay?"

You nod, "I'll be back before you know it." The man smiles, pulling you down slightly to give you a kiss. As horrible as it was, the thought crossed your mind; it didn't feel the same as Carlos. The passion wasn't there.

You pick up your room key, stepping out of the room and shutting the door behind you quietly. You took the stairs, making your way outside through a back door.

You end up by the pool and you're certain no one was going to be out there, it's nearly 2am.

Much to your surprise, there was someone there.

You can't see the person just yet but you can see the figure in the pool, the outline of their body. As you walk closer to the edge, the person comes up to the surface, causing you to freeze in your tracks.

Carlos.

"Seems you keep finding me," he says, floating around.

You shrug, "just needed some fresh air, what are you doing up? Should you be getting your beauty sleep for the race tomorrow ?"

"Swimming helps me relax; Rupert is sleeping and the gym is closed so here I am." Carlos tells you, watching as you left your slippers by the table, walking over barefoot and sitting at the edge of the pool. Your legs hung down into the cold water, your face twisting in momentary displeasure before you relaxed slightly.

You always seem to be on edge these days.

He swims up to the edge, leaning on it. His tanned arms rest over the edge, water dripping off his muscles as he looks over at you. "I don't feel guilty." He says.

"I do."

"You shouldn't." He whispers and your brows furrow. "Charles isn't that great of a boyfriend."

You scoff, unable to believe his audacity. "How could you even say that?"

"If he was such a great boyfriend, if he really knew you; he'd realize something was off by now and considering that you two are still happily in love, he hadn't put two and two together."

It takes you a minute to gather your thoughts; unsure if you should drown him or cuss him out but you bite your tongue and hold back the urge to drown him.

You get up, pulling yourself up from the pool. "I think I'll be going back to bed."

Carlos nods, getting out of the pool himself. You had brushed the water from your legs, putting your slippers back on.

Just as you go to walk away, Carlos grabs your hand. "You shouldn't feel guilty about something that feels right."

Again, you don't answer the man but pull your hand away instead.

"You know exactly what I mean, y/n." He calls out to you as you walk away, you stop to look back at him before you walk into the hotel, half minded to turn the lock on the door and leave him outside.

Once again, you find yourself on the stairs, walking up to the 15th floor. You stop by your room door, feeling your pockets for the key as you catch your breath.

The lock clicks when you slide the key into the slot.

Charles had his back to the door, you set your key down and took your slippers off as you made your way to bed. He feels the mattress dip as you get into bed, his arms wrapping around you before pulling you into him.

You settle into his chest, the tip of his nose brushes against your ear. His brows furrow, the man half asleep when he asks, "why do you smell like that?"

"What?" You look at him, "smell like what? I showered, you know."

He chuckles, "no, like.. the pool, chlorine."

"Oh," the image of Carlos shirtless and wet crosses your mind and you push the thought away. "Ended up by the pool when I went for my walk. There were some teenagers splashing around."

"So late?"

"Yeah," you shrugged, "I can change if you want-" "Just stay," he whispers, arms tightening around you.

The room falls quiet, Charles is snoring again and you pray that sleep comes as you close your eyes for the second time that night.

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sainz-leclerc · 2 years

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Imagine :

You were out shopping for the entire day .

Just as you were about to enter another store , you received a text and stopped in front of the store .

Unbeknownst to you , a group of formula 1 drivers were shopping in the same mall .

Right when they were about to enter the store you were standing next to , Charles stopped them abruptly.

“What is it Charles ?” Carlos asked confused, bumping into Lando.

Charles dragged Lando , Carlos and Pierre a few steps back and made a small circle.

“Okay okay , try not to make it obvious” he whispered “but look behind you. the prettiest girl is sitting right at the entry of the store”

But of course , instead of subtly turning their head one by one , all of them turned at the same time , staring straight at you.

Charles slapped them behind the head , making them groan.

“Ouch Charles” Pierre complained but then nodded “yeah , she is pretty”

“So what mate , you want her number ?” Carlos asked

Charles shifted a bit on his feet “well … yeah kinda”

All of them sat in silence for a second before Lando jumped up “I have an idea , come here”

Lando whispered his plan into the guys ears , all of them nodding and making their way over to the store.

They stopped right in front of the entry , and Pierre took his phone out to take a selfie .

When in reality , he was trying to take a photo of you.

At that moment , you looked up from your phone , noticing 4 guy’s taking a pic .

Grabbing your bags , you moved away “Oh I’m so sorry , I didn’t realize you were taking a picture . I’ll move” you politely apologized , letting out a small friendly laugh.

They all burst out at the same time

“Oh don’t worry”

“You’re good , you’re good don’t worry about it”

“No worries , it’s alright”

“No no no , it’s okay but um ….”

You looked at them in a funny way , smiling at their outburst. Just as you were about to leave , one of them stepped up to you.

“Hey , um … Could I ask you something?” Charles asked , fumbling on his feet

Smiling at him , you nodded “yes of course”

“Well um … HE wants your number” and then he pointed at another one of the boys in the group.

The other boy threw his hands up , shaking his head “Nu-uh , he is the one who wants it” in a panic , Lando pointed at Carlos.

Carlos made a shocked face and simply pointed at Pierre while shaking his head.

Pierre at the same time pointed to Charles and started calling him out in french.

Soon enough , a full fight started between them , mixes of English , French and Spanish being thrown around.

You laughed softly at them , finding their little fight childish.

“I have an idea”

They all stopped and turned at you.

Pulling a black marker out of your bag , lucky you went office supplies shopping today , and pulled the first guys hand .

Charles blushed at you , loving the way your small hand felt around his large one.

“How about I give you all my number and then you 4 can decide who gets it ?” You ask , writing your number on Charles’s hand.

They all mindlessly nodded , giving you goofy smiles.

After you finished writing your name and drawing a small heart next to your number , you smiled at them and went on your way.

All four of them were stuck for a second, before Charles looked down at his hand and read you name.

“Y/n” he mused.

Hearing your name , Lando sprung back to life “you know what , I changed my mind . I do want her number”

“Same” Pierre and Carlos chirped at the same time.

Charles looked back and forth between his hand and the boys before breaking in a run , the other 3 hot on his trail.

“Charles”

“Come back here hijo de puta”

“donne moi ce numéro ou je jure que je te tue” / give me that number or I swear I’ll kill you

Hearing shouts from the other side of the mall , you turned around , laughing when you saw the boy you gave your number to running from the other three.

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daydreamingleclerc · 1 year

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kinktober #9 - carlos sainz jr

you’ve done nothing but tease him since you got off the plane, and carlos is sick and tired of you having the upper hand, so he makes sure to put you in your place.

prompts: edging, orgasm denial

warnings: public sex, oral (m,f), fingering, edging, orgasm denial (duh), bratty!y/n, dom!carlos, papi!kink, unprotected sex, spanish pet names (i researched several and i just picked out my favourites, spanish is not my first language).

this is a lot longer than i intended, i got carried away thinking about husband, dad!carlos and wrote a fully fledged smut rather than something small 🥹

“that’s enough, hermosa.”

carlos stripped your hand from his thigh, slamming it down onto your own with a sharp sting. you rubbed the flesh with your fingertips, and admired how your husband continued to drive with gritted teeth.

“enough?” you questioned, “two hours ago you enjoyed it.” your response was sarcastic, planting your hand back onto the high point of his thigh.

“two hours ago i wasn’t driving,” he glanced over at you and subjected your hand back down to your own leg, “now stop being a brat cause it’ll end up getting us killed, reina.”

you frowned. carlos saw the pout in his peripheral vision and patted your thigh softly, and immediately you opened your legs; thinking he would touch you. he laughed softly.

“you’re rock hard, carlos, baby.”

he shook you off, focusing his eyes on the roads and the glistening spanish sunlight. your hands trailed up his inner arm, circling his inner elbow with the soft pads of your fingers.

“querida,” carlos said through gritted teeth, “i’m driving.”

“then pull over.”

you were right — he was as hard as a rock, and there was no way he was going to pick up the children from his parents house in this state.

carlos swore under his breath in spanish and you squirmed in your seat. his hand squeezed the flesh of your thigh again, and you pictured it as your throat.

carlos made a sharp right turn into a derelict car park, with nobody around but a few cars in the distance. you felt your heart beating in your throat with anticipation, and groped at carlos’ cock.

“here’s what’s gonna happen,” he unstrapped his seatbelt, “im going to make you feel good, but you can’t cum until i say so, my darling, and then i might fuck you, and maybe if you stop being a brat, i’ll let you cum before we pick up the kids. understood?”

you nodded frantically, and carlos groped at your boobs before he’d even unstrapped your belt. your nipples were rock hard through the material of your thin vest top, and he pulled it from your denim shorts. his tongue flicked at your nipples, undoing the belt but shoving it into your mouth.

you bit down on the fabric, squirming around as he licked at one and flicked the other one with his finger. his golf shorts got tighter by the second, a sight you always enjoyed to see.

“carlos — i — fuck, you’re so…”

he pulled away from your nipples with a pop and wrapped a hand around your throat. he smirked. “did you want to say something, hermosa?”

his lips collided with yours and he knocked all the air from your lungs. you sunk into him, only stopping the kiss when carlos fumbled with the buttons along the side of the car — in moments like this it would be the ferrari but since you’d had two kids, things had changed — to let you out.

“thank god for the big car,” carlos muttered as he followed you, slamming the drivers seat door and walking towards the back passenger seat. you’d pushed the kids car seats back into the boot — you’d deal with readjusting those later — and carlos lowered you down into the seats, your legs up on his shoulders.

carlos’ fingers grazed your outer thighs while his lips kissed along the inner. you leaned forward to stroke his hair but pushed the cap off in the process. he lifted up your skirt — noting that it was the skirt that your baby girl was conceived in — and ran a thumb against your clothed clit.

“so wet,” he mumbled, repeating the action. your mewled when he pulled the white cotton thong to the side and licked a circle around your clit. it left you crying out for more. “what is it, sweetheart?”

“more papi, more,” was all you could say, making grabby hands at his hair. carlos licked a stripe along your clit.

“like this?”

“mhm,” you whimpered. carlos continued to use his tongue like that, and in turn you arched your back up off of the seat, your moans filling the car. “fuck, carlos.”

he continued, his tongue working at double the speed now, allowing your orgasm to build. he looked ethereal eating your pussy, as if he was made to do it. you didn’t think you’d ever get over it. with his fingers he spread your lips, and the feeling made you jolt and jerk. “oh, oh my god, baby... ‘m gonna...”

before you could finish your sentence, carlos pulled away from you. your back dropped back onto the seats and you whined. carlos raised an eyebrow, “don’t start kicking off now hermosa, you know the rules.”

you whimpered, unsure on how much teasing you could take. you loved race weekends with carlos, but there was never any time for just you, and you’d been strung out for four days, it was needed. carlos leaned over, shoving two of his fingers into your mouth, where you coated them in so much spit and saliva there was a string of it connected to the pads as he pulled them out.

carlos’ fingers pushed inside you, and he couldn’t help but choke on his own breath at how tight you were. they curled in a come hither motion, and you mewled when he hit all the right spots.

his thumb brushed against your clit repeatedly, and you ached to orgasm. with his free hand, he leaned up and pinched at one of your nipples, reveling in the sounds you were making.

“being so good for me,” he muttered, kissing along your pubic bone. you frowned, wriggling your hips.

“then let me cum, papi,” you responded, but carlos shook his head. his fingers sped up and his thumb became reckless on your clit, and you could feel the pressure building in your stomach once more. “carlos, please.”

the sound of you begging drove him insane, and it was single-handedly almost enough for him to give in; but rules — his rules — were rules and what kind of man would he be if he broke them?

“no, reina,” he said, “don’t you dare.”

he continued to finger fuck you with his thumb on your clit, and you could feel the familiar buzz of excitement inside of your stomach, the bubbling feeling you didn’t get anywhere else.

“carlos,” you cried, “i can’t hold it, please, please, please.”

“nope,” he pulled his fingers and his thumb from you just as you were about to crescendo into an orgasm, but he managed to strip himself away just in time. “you’ve still not earned it.”

“what can i do to cum, carlos?” you pouted. carlos knew exactly what you could do.

“shut the fuck up,” he stood up and pushed both the passenger and drivers seat down so the heads were touching the dash, and slid down onto the seat beside you, “c’mere.”

he hastily undid his belt and shorts, pulling his dick out of his boxers. you shivered. he grabbed the back of your head and you took him into your mouth, choking as he pushed you down further. the lack of air made your eyes water, but you knew carlos liked that.

your throat contracted around his dick, and as you sucked him off, carlos struggled to keep composure. he threw his head back and began muttering spanish profanities, something which always riled you up.

he bucked his hips up and you choked around him, spit spluttering out all across his thighs. “fuck, i need to cum inside of you, reina, lay back,” he tugged you up by your hair and you pulled off of him with a pop.

you were tempted to bite back, to laugh at how quickly you brought on the sensation of his orgasm; but you knew better than to chat back when you were skating on thin ice.

you laid back and carlos didn’t even bother to undress either of you any more than you already were. he braced a hand on the headrest of one of the seats and guided himself inside of you with the other, and you cried out at the stretch.

he didn’t leave you any adjustment room, thrusting in and out of you at a relentless pace that made you arch your back up almost instantly.

you knew you’d be cumming within minutes providing carlos let you. as you clenched around him, he shook his head and wrapped a hand around your throat.

“not yet, querida,” carlos struggled to get his words out and it was clear his orgasm was approaching, “wait.”

you shook your head, the orgasm was going to thrash around inside your body any minute, and you physically couldn’t hold it off. “papi, i can’t,” you breathed, carlos’ hand contracting the muscles in your throat.

“hold it, amor,” he grunted as he began to give you sloppy, staccato thrusts, “wait for me.”

“can’t,” you panted once more. the orgasm was balancing on the brink, and you knew with one fleeting touch to your clit you’d be cumming all over carlos — and the car. “papi, please.”

carlos’ dick twitched and you knew he was seconds away from cumming. you clenched again, “please, papi, please let me cum,” you whined, “i promise i’ll be good.”

“no more being a brat?”

“no, no,” you shook your head when carlos’ grip released, “no more, i promise i will never do it again, please just — fuck — please just let me cum.”

as carlos nodded, you pressed a single finger to your sensitive & puffy clit and came all around his dick with pornographic-esque moans. his orgasm was triggered by the involuntary clenching of your walls around him, and you could feel both of your cum dripping from your legs.

“i love you, hermosa.”

“i love you too, baby,” you braced your hand on carlos’ cheek and he kissed the soft, sweaty flesh of your palm. he pulled out of you and pushed the cum that spilled onto the seats back into you, and you whined at the sensitivity.

“shit,” carlos muttered, “we were supposed to be at my dad’s twenty minutes ago.”

“naya’s probably wondering where her daddy is,” you scrambled up into the front seat of the car from your spot in the back and carlos admired your stubbornness. “god knows what antonio’s doing.”

carlos laughed and his hand found yours across the gearstick as he drove; proud that he could’ve just potentially put another baby inside of you. “at least we don’t have to worry about them asking questions,” carlos glanced over at you, “you’re the dictionary description of fucked out right now.”

“it’s not the kids i’m worried about,” you jabbed his arm, “your parents are the ones that ask questions.”

“oh yeah.. dad might end up figuring it out pretty quickly.”

“i gathered.”

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buckybarnesthehotshot · 1 year

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Picture Perfect (Carlos Sainz x Childhood Friend!Reader)

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summary: in which these blind idiots celebrate each other’s successes

word count: 4710

warnings: not proofread, swearing, a bit of slowburn, i don’t know how cameras work

“Chico!” the young h/c-haired girl rushed to her friend after the podium ceremony held for him winning the karting race. Their bodies collided, the boy barely able to keep himself uprights, as she wrapped an arm around him, holding out the other one and pulling out a pocket-sized Sony camera covered in stickers, “Smile!”

“Can I see the picture?” the boy questioned eagerly as the girl smiled proudly, displaying the slightly blurry image she’d taken of them both. Neither of them were in the center of the frame, nor did the lighting or angle flatter either of them. But to the young boy, any photo taken by his best friend was a masterpiece, “I love it!”

“You know, maybe I can take pictures of you after all your races too!”

“Of course, chica!” he exclaimed excitedly, looking forward to her constant presence in his races. Nothing was more exciting for a young child than the prospect of his best friend frequenting karting races despite knowing only a little about the sport.

The girl kept her word, she was there for nearly every race he had as they grew older, camera always at the ready. And for whatever reason, the boy kept that photo of them as his phone’s wallpaper as he grew older as well as he checked the time on his phone; they didn’t have much time before they needed to catch their flight.

“Now I regret going shopping,” she laughed, trying her best to hang onto all of her bags.

“Do you need help with that?” he questioned, motioning to the paper bags—she refused to throw them out, they were too beautiful to end up in the garbage—swinging on her arms.

“Please,” she nodded, handing a few of the bags over to Carlos. Her brows furrowed thoughtfully. Carlos knew that look. She took the camera that hung around her neck, far larger than the one she owned as a child, angling the lens at him and snapping a quick photo, “You look adorable right now.”

Heat rose to Carlos’ cheeks at the compliment. He’d grown used to the constant compliments from the woman as she took his photos, it had become a constant. It was how she took pride in her work, he couldn’t blame her for it. He smiled, shaking his head as he led them both into the car the team loaned him, driving them to the airport after the Mexican Grand Prix.

“Do you have plans between these races?” y/n questioned, fiddling with a few settings of her camera as she snapped a few photos of her views outside. Though it was difficult with how fast the car was going, she didn’t mind it one bit. Said it was great practice for when she was trying to capture photos of him driving on the track.

“Ah, just a bit more golf,” Carlos shrugged as y/n giggled, shaking her head. He craned his neck over to her, pausing, “What’s funny about that?”

“I don’t know, I mean I’m constantly taking pictures of you guys when you go out golfing,” she shrugged, she didn’t mind having to take photos of him, though, “If it’s not F1 or training, it’s golfing. Don’t you think your fans want to see something new for once?”

“Like what?” he questioned, nose crinkling up at the thought of spending his off time doing something performative for the fans.

“Like attending your best friend’s next exhibition,” she shrugged as Carlos smiled widely, looking over to her as the car stopped in front of the traffic light, a lovely bright glint in his brown eyes, shining brightly under the light of the sun shining through the windshield.

“You got another exhibition?”

“Of course, I did. Traveling as much as we do really helped rack up content for another exhibition,” she shrugged, though smiling proudly at her achievement, “I made sure it was between Mexico and Brazil so there weren’t any scheduling conflicts. Though, if you want to play golf still, you’re allowed to.”

“Are you kidding? Why would I miss one of your exhibitions?” Carlos quirked a brow at her. Just as she’d never missed a single one of Carlos’ races, the Spaniard had never missed a single one of y/n’s photography exhibitions. It was all they did since they were young, supporting each other’s ambitions and being there for their milestones, “You know, I think Lando might want to go as well?”

“Lando?”

“Yeah, I mean, he’s been getting into photography since Singapore and he’s constantly talking about how he’s running out of ideas for photos,” Carlos shrugged, recalling the way the younger driver walked around the paddock excitedly with his camera, “Maybe he can take inspiration from your exhibit.”

“Oh, I’ll be sure to send him an invite, then,” she smiled widely with a nod.

“When’s the exhibition?”

“Friday night,” she shrugged.

“So soon?” he questioned. Of course, they didn’t have much time between the races, but he didn’t think she would have managed to help set up the exhibition while she was out traveling with him. Though, he knew she was a diligent woman. She must have found a way around it.

“Well, yeah. We’re going to have to be in Brazil by next Friday. It was the only available window, really.”

“And this is a sure thing already? You got it all ready while you were away?”

“Of course. It’s been months since my last one,” she shrugged.

“Wasn’t there that thing in the US around the time of the Miami Grand Prix?” he recalled how she was constantly about prior to the race weekend, busying herself with as many projects as she could accomplish in the States.

“No, those were just a few magazine shoots and photos for the MET,” she shook her head, “It’s just been constant magazine and promotional shoots since my last exhibit. I thought an exhibition would have been great to show off and hopefully sell a few of the newer pieces I’ve worked on.”

“Right,” Carlos nodded in understanding, already looking forward to it, “Is the space for your exhibit ready?”

“Yes, and I’ve already got the prints ready to be framed,” she paused, “That reminds me, there’s one photo of you that I want to use in the exhibit, but I need your consent.”

“Me?”

“Of course,” she rolled her eyes as though it were the most obvious statement, “My best work always seems to revolve around you.”

“Depends, does it look bad?”

“When have I ever taken a bad photo of you?” she quirked a brow at him as his gaze danced over to his phone’s screen. She scoffed, “If that was a bad photo, you wouldn’t have kept it as your wallpaper.”

“But which photo is it?” Carlos questioned, though he doubted he’d be able to remember with how often she pulled her camera out to steal a few photos of him as well.

“That’s going to have to be my secret,” y/n shrugged, “Besides, when have I ever done you dirty with my photos?”

“That party in Monaco?”

“Those pictures did me dirty too, Carlos,” she laughed, biting her lip at the memory of those hazy photos, reminiscent of the way she took photos when she was younger, but with more alcohol, “They’re never seeing the light of day.”

“What happened to those pictures? Did you delete them?”

“No, I have them stashed somewhere in case you forget to pay me for taking your photos over a race weekend,” she quipped.

“I was meant to pay you?”

“Yeah!” she exclaimed jokingly, “If those photos end up on TMZ, you only have yourself to blame.”

“Wait, is that a serious thing or are you still joking?” he questioned. He could never really tell with her. Photography was both her passion and her livelihood and if he was meant to be paying her, he felt bad about not giving her the proper compensation for it.

“Of course, I was joking,” she shook her head, smiling as she rest her head against his shoulder, “Besides, you’re the one paying for the hotel and food. That’s more than enough for me.”

“You promise?”

“I mean, I could really go for a free airport coffee when we get there,” she shrugged.

“Consider it done,” Carlos nodded, continuing on with the drive.

As they, along with Carlos’ cousin they met up with at the airport, were the only people who had to board the jet, they didn’t need to wait long before they were up in the clouds on their way back to Spain.

“Do you have anything planned before Friday?” she questioned, turning to Carlos, “Because if you need photos for your social media, I might have to sit this out.”

“To work out the last touches to your exhibition, yes?”

“Yep,” she nodded.

“Maybe I can go with you?” he offered, a small smile making its way to his face at the idea.

“You really don’t have to,” she shook her head. This was his time off from driving,she didn’t want him to spend it helping her out with the exhibit, “Besides, maybe you can use this time to rest a bit after all those races.”

“No, but I want to see the process of you forming an exhibit too,” he shrugged, “Besides, I think it might even be nice to have an episode of Don’t Blink for it.”

“I don’t think that’s what your fans are going to want to see, though.”

“No, I put what I want to on YouTube,” he insisted, “Besides, you’ve done so much for the channel too already. It’s time we dedicate an episode to you, yes?”

“No,” y/n shook her head, “But sure, if you figure out how to work your camera for this session, you’re more than welcome to do so.”

“I mean, it can’t be that hard if I have you teaching me,” he smiled in an attempt to suck up to her, “I mean it’s a long flight. We have a lot of time, still.”

“Yeah, okay,” she nodded, plucking the camera out from her backpack, a more portable film camera with a microphone attached to it, “It’s fairly easy. There’s this red button you just press, and when the light’s on, it means it’s recording. This screen over here is adjustable too so you could see yourself if you want to record yourself.”

“You know, I think I’m figuring this out pretty well,” Carlos smiled proudly as he brought both he and y/n into the frame, “Hello!”

“Look at you, a golfer, F1 driver, and a videographer too,” she let out a smile as she waved into the camera, “Hi, everyone!”

“Maybe I can put this in the vlog too?” he laughed.

“Like an intro?” she questioned, pausing before giving a nod, “Yeah, that would be an interesting intro, I guess.”

“Do you think I can borrow this camera for a while when we land? Just so I can practice using it a bit more?” Carlos questioned as y/n shrugged. It wasn’t as though she had any need for a video camera outside of the work she did with Carlos for his YouTube series.

“Go ahead,” she smiled at him, leaning into her chair as he watched him tinker with the camera, recording random clips of random things, the camera eventually being pointed back at her as she smiled at the child-like wonder in Carlos eyes as he did so. She pulled out her camera, capturing a photo of him recording her, letting out a laugh, “You look like you’re having so much fun, I love it.”

“You know, this is actually kind of fun. No wonder Lando’s doing this now too,” he smiled in wonder, pointing the camera back at himself and making faces at the camera.

The flight was a long one and eventually, everyone fell asleep before touching down at the airport, Carlos being the first to wake up and shaking y/n awake gently, “We landed.”

“Oh, that’s cool,” she yawned, still hazy from her sleep.

“Need another overpriced airport coffee?”

“More like another overpriced airport breakfast,” she smiled, helping herself off the seat and stretching out her limbs before picking her bags up.

“Let’s get breakfast before I drop you off, then?” he offered.

“You’re dropping me off too?”

“When did I not?” he quirked a brow at her. In their time traveling together for Formula 1, Carlos has managed to consistently keep himself in the driver’s seat when it came to them driving back home from the airport.

With them both too tired to have to physically enter a restaurant and dine there, the pair opted to go through a drive-thru, Carlos handing y/n over the paper bag before driving over to her apartment complex.

“You’re going to sort some things out for the exhibit too tomorrow, yes?”

“Yeah,” she nodded.

“Should I pick you up too? It will be easier for me to help with the exhibit too and get some footage if we just go together.”

“If that’s what you want to do,” she smiled, fighting off the heat that rose to her cheeks, “I’ll see you tomorrow at 8?”

Of course,” Carlos nodded, watching as she made her way off the car and into her apartment building, waving at him before he drove back to his own home.

y/n spent the rest of the day making calls and such to check on what else she needed to work on when she arrived to the exhibit tomorrow. Carlos, on the other hand, had been figuring out what else it was he could do on the camera.

The next morning, she got dressed in something more comfortable for her to move around in as Carlos texted her that he was on his way to her apartment already. She smiled, heading down to the lobby just in time for Carlos to fetch her in his pride and joy—his Golf car.

“Hop on in!” he invited her, camera already up and pointed at her.

“Should you be driving and recording?” she quirked a brow at him.

“Actually, I tried to keep it on the dashboard, but it kept falling off,” Carlos stated with a laugh, “So I tried to hold on to it this whole time while steering, and it ended up with a few clips of my hand while it was on the wheel.”

“Can I check to see the footage?” she questioned as Carlos nodded, handing the camera over to her as she scrubbed through the recording, finding the shot Carlos was talking about, breaking out into a fit of laughter, “Carlos, that clip was chaos.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, the camera was shaking while you were steering, and not to mention the fact that absolutely nothing was in focus,” she explained with a laugh as Carlos smiled over at her amusement.

“This is why you’re the photographer between us and I’m just the driver,” he chuckled, “Now, where do we go?”

y/n’s exhibit was to be held at a grand gallery she often worked with. On occasion, she even sold them a few of her works as well. Carlos was familiar with the gallery; he was there for every exhibit of hers, anyway.

He followed her around as she was greeted by the staff, all of them elegantly dressed in black clothes, preparing to walk them through the gallery.

“These are the frames you requested, yes?” the attendant questioned, motioning to a few of the framed pictures already hung up on the wall. Carlos stared at them in wonder, most of the photos being ones of familiar sights to him, places they saw while out on the road. He didn’t have a clue about how it was possible, but she managed to bring more beauty to all those places.

“Oh, yeah, definitely,” she nodded, letting out a smile at how everything turned out.

“Right, and we hear you’ve set a price for all of the photos except for one? Should we get that sorted out?”

“Not for sale,” she shook her head, knowing exactly which photo they meant, “But yeah, I see the pegs are all placed nicely, the plaques as well look great. Do we have the food service sorted out already?”

“You wanted a mix of appetizers from different countries, yes?”

“Mhm,” y/n nodded, pleased at this, “The invites were sent out already too?”

“Yes, there will be plenty of prominent people in attendance,” the attendant nodded as y/n found herself immersed in a conversation with the attendant, discussing everything else there was to be discussed, allowing Carlos to wander the unfinished exhibit. After all these years, he was always in a state of wonder with how well y/n did with the camera.

“What do you think?” she questioned, biting her lip as she eagerly awaited a verdict from the man.

“I think I want to buy this entire exhibit,” he admitted with a small smile.

“You’ve got more than enough photos in your apartment,” she shook her head, recalling how she offered Carlos a photo from every exhibition she’d ever had, the frames covering his apartment as well.

“Well, you’re just that good,” he shrugged, eyes not leaving the photograph, giving y/n another opportunity to snap a photo of him.

“It’s unfair how you always look so good,” she shook her head, reviewing the photo of him on her camera and smiling, “Anyways, everything’s pretty much set. I can do everything else online again before getting a final look at everything before the exhibit opens.”

“I mean it’s practically perfect already,” he shrugged, “Where’s that photo of me you said you were going to use?”

“Told you, it’s going to have to be a surprise,” she smirked proudly, as they made their way out the gallery, “Have you talked to Lando yet about whether or not he was going?”

“Oh, right,” Carlos nodded, “He said he was going to be there, and Daniel as well? He mentioned something about how Daniel wanted to get into photography too.”

“That’s fun,” she nodded at the thought of the McLaren drivers coming to the gallery as well, “Let’s just hope people don’t find out there are going to be three Formula 1 drivers in attendance.”

“I can wear a disguise, if you want,” he quipped as she laughed at the thought.

“And what would that even look like?” she quirked a brow at the idea, already trying to formulate what kind of disguise Carlos could come up with.

“I don’t know, maybe a fake mustache?”

“I’d want to see that, actually,” she laughed, “Maybe you should grow one when the season ends, just so I know what it would look like.”

“Then you’d take another one of your pictures?”

“You know it,” she winked proudly as they made their way back into the car, Carlos dropping her off at her apartment to let her continue on with whatever she needed to get to.

The day before the exhibit, Carlos dropped y/n off again, but with her telling him to stay in the car. With how the gallery was practically finished at that point, he assumed it was because she would have wanted the rest of the gallery to be a surprise.

On opening night, though, both he and y/n were dressed in their best attire. He thought it appropriate to fetch her in a beautiful Ferrari car. Something special for that special night.

He didn’t know many of the people in attendance, but he knew most of them came from wealth. Seeing them take appreciation for y/n’s pieces, it was amazing to him.

“Before we do anything else, I want to show you something,” she explained, pulling him to a big framed photo of him, British Grand Prix trophy in hand. It was one taken in his Driver room, Carlos was far too engrossed in taking in every detail of the trophy to notice that y/n had snapped a photo of him.

The pair remained there for a moment, y/n watching Carlos’ expression as he continued to scan the photograph.

Soon enough, both Lando and Daniel arrived, their faces lighting up at the sight of y/n and Carlos.

“Nice place you got here,” Daniel quipped, taking in his surroundings.

“You took all of these?” Lando questioned, eyes growing wide with amazement at the framed photos.

“Yeah, while we were out on the road,” y/n shrugged.

“You know, maybe I should have talked to you first before I got into this photography thing,” he laughed, still amazed with everything, “Oh, and this is a picture of Carlos!”

“Yeah, took it after his first Grand Prix win,” she smiled proudly. At this point, both Carlos and Daniel had begun to wander around too.

“How’d you get this picture to look so good?” Lando questioned. Not that many photos in the driver rooms looked as great as the way this one turned out, “Come to think of it, you’ve never taken a bad picture of Carlos for his Instagram either!”

“I try to capture with the lens the way I see him,” she explained with a wistful smile, e/c eyes scanning over the picture once more.

“What does this mean?” Lando questioned, motioning over to the plaque beneath the picture, “Mi Hogar?”

“It means home,” she shrugged. Lando gave her a look, smiling widely at her as she backtracked, bringing herself back down to Earth, “It also helps that he always has great hair.”

Home was where the heart is and her home was Carlos. She knew that when she decided to travel with him.

Before she and Lando could talk more, y/n was approached by another person at the gallery.

“You know, when I asked the attendants for the price on this, they said there was no data on it,” the man explained looking over to y/n and motioning to the picture of Carlos, “So, what’s the price?”

“Not for sale,” y/n shook her head immediately.

“I can offer you—”

“Not for sale,” she insisted again, “You’re free to purchase any other picture in the exhibition, just not this one, my apologies.”

“You’re not selling it?”

“It feels weird to sell a picture of my best friend,” she shrugged, “I was planning on giving it to Carlos too afterwards.”

“Seriously, though. Everything here is unreal,” Lando nodded towards every other picture in the gallery, “You’re amazing!”

“Thanks,” she nodded, “Enjoy the rest of the night, I’m going to go find Carlos now.”

The rest of the night went off without a hitch. She was informed that quite a lot of the photographs were sold as well. She gave a few words of thanks to everyone before heading back home with Carlos after that exhausting night.

She smiled as she scrolled through social media, having been tagged in a few posts. Smiling at a photo on lando.jpg of both her and Carlos staring up at the picture of Carlos. He must have taken it before he and Daniel came to greet them.

Then it was back to business for them as usual with y/n flying out with Carlos to the States to take photos of him and record him as he played golf. She then flew out with him to Brazil for the next Grand Prix. As it was the second to the last race of the season, y/n found herself busying herself with creating content.

“How’d you know you wanted to be with Charlotte?” Carlos found himself questioning Charles as they prepared for the upcoming practice session.

“We were friends. Spent a lot of time together too,” Charles shrugged, “At some point, I realized I didn’t want to leave for races anymore. Not without her, mate.”

“Oh,” Carlos paused, “Oh!”

It was only at that moment that it finally hit him. The only thing he could do was to rush for his laptop and hurry along with finishing up what he was starting with. Some time in the night, he finished. And his immediate idea was to send her a message, asking her to head over to his hotel room.

“You know, it’s a bit late for you to ask to hang out,” y/n laughed.

“Knew you would have been awake anyway,” he shrugged, “But I uh, I finished editing the episode.”

“You edited it yourself?”

“No, I had an editor work on most of it,” he chuckled awkwardly, “I added a few things in it I want you to see, though.”

The video started with a clip of them on the plane, just as the pair had discussed. It was only then she realized that he’d looked at her with such brightness in his brown eyes. Had she noticed then, maybe she would have taken a photo of him as well.

Rather than a usual montage of clips taken at an event, she took note of how the intro consisted of different photographs of both she and Carlos over the years, some taken by her, some taken by other people. A few of the photos were taken by photographers in the paddock, some of these being the more recent ones.

It brought a smile to her face, the way Carlos took the time to collect these pictures of them.

Then the video cut to a clip of Carlos in the car, wearing the same clothes he’d worn prior to fetching her for their first visit to the gallery.

“y/n, you’re probably only going to see this when the video goes up,” he started off, smiling into the camera, “But I want to tell you I’m so so proud of you, I mean, another exhibit! And also, I want to say thank you for still being by my side after all your successes and traveling with me.”

“Anyways, I’m really happy to see you doing what you love to do all the time. It brings a smile to my face, honestly,” he smiled, “I’m happy to see you so in your element every time. Thank you in advance…well, delay? For letting me be part of this special event.”

“You’re making me tear up,” she smiled, eyes going red as she wiped a tear from her eyes at the sweet tribute.

The video went along to play a series of clips Carlos took throughout the week alluding to the exhibition, Carlos constantly shown smiling in wonder as he looked around at the framed photos.

She thought the video would have ended with the clip of them, both tired in his Ferrari after the night of the exhibit.

To her surprise, it was followed up by a clip of Carlos in his driver room, perhaps shot previously just between the practice session.

“y/n, hi,” he mumbled, “I wanted to get you to see this as soon as possible, but I really do want to talk for a moment about how, after all these years, I’m so so thankful to have you in my life, and I was very happy to celebrate another exhibit with you. Also, I’m thankful to have you celebrating with me and being there for me after races.”

Carlos took a deep breath, “I want to have you in my life for so much longer. But I don’t want you in my life as just my friend. y/n, I’m so sorry it took me so long to realize this, but I want to be there for every high and every low. I want to be there for you and the man you love. I love you, y/n l/n.”

And then the video cut out. y/n looked over to Carlos, her jaw hanging open widely as she brought her hands to her mouth, “Carlos, do you mean it?”

“I love you, y/n,” he admitted, his brown eyes piercing into hers, an apprehensive look on his face. They were both silent for a moment before the click of a camera echoed through the room.

“I love the way you look when you say that,” she admitted bashfully, a sure smile on her face, “And I love you, Carlos Sainz.”

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vinylsbygi · 1 year

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f1 masterlist come talk to me

dating carlos sainz jr!

when he's away he asks for updates on his dogs. he does. he loves lana and you can't tell me this man isn't swiftie. would buy you ferrari if you're in a relationship long enough. also reads a lot. especially books for motivation. he's actually a bit shy and introverted, so he loves spending time in silence. also loves art museum. surprisingly knows a lot about paintings and tells you stuff about them. really, and i mean really clingy and flirty when he's drunk.

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randomimaginesforrandompeople · 1 year

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Alright got an overwhelmibg yes on writing for carlos! So send me some ideas! Can't promise I'll write them all but please help a girl out ❤️ (yes I do write smut)

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sainzproductions · 7 months

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ⋆ 𝐜. 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐳

where you belatedly realize, you and carlos may never want the same things in life

SHOWBUZZF1 carlos sainz and y/n y/l/n are reportedly broken up, according to several media outlets. y/n's absence in the monumental race week of monza had raised early suspicions regarding their current score, and the succeeding grand prix's after seemed to further the speculations. her absence was dearly missed during carlos's outstanding feat in singapore and the celebrations thereafter. although the couple's relationship has been widely regarded as a private and lowkey affair, in this instance, it seemed to confirm that the childhood sweethearts had ended their eight year relationship quietly.

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SHOWBUZZF1 in separate posts, sainz and y/l/n shared a very brief but heartfelt anecdote indirectly adressed to eachother. the pair seemed to allude that their breakup was entirely amicable, without any ill will directed to eachother. sources tell media outlets, that the decision to part ways was, "well communicated and thought out. both sainz and y/l/n have very different paths, and this seems like the only reasonable decision." adding, "they're still very friendly, but not really friends— you know? i think they could never be as close or as truly open with eachother as they used to be, but there is still love regardless. you don't throw away a connection of more than a decade, just like that.... maybe this just closes a chapter, to make way for a new one."

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eccentricwritingbaby · 16 days

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baby finn series, house divided

dad!lando norris x mom!wife!reader

series list - bedtime stories - sneaking onto stream - babysitting and date nights

summary - yours and lando’s little boy has decided to become a fan of a different team, leading lando into a little spiral

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finn norris, yours and landos bubbly pride and joy, was turning three this sunday - subjecting his birthday to a race day. finn had obviously grown up along the track with his dad and all his colleagues and friends which led him to adore and fall in love with the sport that is formula one - scaring the living daylights out of you in his passionate displays of love for the dangerous activity at such a young age. not only was finn bouncing off the walls when lando informed him of where his birthday would be held, he was jumping, shaking and yelling with excitement as the race track was his favorite place on earth.

“finn, baby, calm down,” you chuckled while giving lando a glance. you both were sat on the couch with your son in front of you in order to tell him the wonderful news. now your adorable little almost three year old was racing around screaming with joy.

lando let out a laugh as well and reached for his son, “if you’re excited about spending your birthday on the track you’ll also be very excited about my other surprise for you,” finn looked up at his father with those same crystal blue eyes and whispered as if it was to himself, “anotha’ supwise?” lando and you share another small laugh at his wonder as he proceeds to get your son his gift. you take this moment to sweep up your still giggly son into your lap and give him a few quick kisses to the top of his head. those delicious baby laughs were all you heard as you felt his face snuggle further into your arms. lando returns as swiftly as he left, yet this time he appears with a large box in his arms. your boy wiggles in your hold until you release him to crawl towards his father. once settled on your husband's lap, lando begins to aid him in opening the bright papaya colored box, leading to your understanding of the exact contents in seconds. lando was always getting sent items from fans that were miniature, or receiving pint-sized merch from mclaren all for his mini me which both of you just doted over. once the wrapping paper and tissue paper were thrown enough around your living room, finn finally poked his head into the box and came out with a frown.

“you don’t like it, bud?” lando softly questions while his eyebrows begin to furrow. “‘s not wed, dada,” your son responds as he eyes his father, confusion listed on all of your faces.

“baby, why would you want your outfit to be red for your birthday? don’t you want to cheer on daddy?” you attempt to understand the little boy by posing the questions but he simply just whips his head around to you even more confused.

“i cheer dada in wed!” his eyes begin to gloss over and you can already feel a temper tantrum about to stir, yet one look over to lando and you understand that both your boys may need a minute to cool down.

“okay finn, why don’t you pick out what you want to bring on the trip? i’ll be right in to help baby,” you reply cautiously as you lift him out of lando’s arms, around the forgotten papaya box, and in the direction of his room.

“otay, momma!” finn shouts as his little legs attempt to quickly take him into his room down the hall. once the tiny steps disappear, you turn to look at your other baby.lando sits on the couch with a blank stare as his hands ring together in front of him.

“he wants to support ferrari, love. not his own father,” lando’s head falls as he speaks and you land on the couch cushion next to him, beginning to run your hand up and down his back. even though finn was born while you both were young and unsure of how to raise a child together, since you were children yourselves, lando was consistently one of the best fathers you had seen. he let the third driver take his seat for a month and a half in order to be a dedicated father and bond accordingly with your son. he doted over you and your needs no matter what the cost or occasion. and overall he cherished approval, whether it be in the bedroom, the track, or parenthood. lando is confident, yes, but he will always want the confirmation that he is doing his best, and that his best is enough - which it is always more than. therefore, you could tell that his son not wanting to support his team, and by partisan him, has led him to conclude that he is not a good racer, role model, or father - and you needed to stop those lies from invading his head.

“lando, he’s two - almost three, he probably just likes the color and wants to wear it,” you reply to his heart heavy confession.

“no he wants to support his uncle carlos, who has been winning and been on all the podiums - oh except for when he was in the hospital having a surgery,” the ending of his small reply held a bitter tone which you knew was not jealousy. lando and carlos are especially close, he is beyond happy and proud of his friend who he knows deserves his winnings, but you could understand the envy appearing when his son is preferring him over his dad.

“lando, it doesn’t matter what team he wants to support, that is your son. and he worships the ground you walk on. trust me. i am with him all the time,” you continue with a chuckle and a funnier tone as you begin to recite the words your son always speaks to you, “it’s always, ‘when’s dada coming home?’ ‘i want dada to tuck me into bed’ ‘can i drive like dada when im older’ and so on. lando, he loves you - you know that. don’t make this into a bigger deal than it needs to be. he is three, his intentions are pure,” as you end your speech, lando begins to raise his head looking into your eyes.

“i know, love. it just sucks i guess,” he lets out a quick sigh along with a shrug and meets your eyes again, “you’re still wearing papaya, right?” slight anxiety in his higher pitched question and you begin to laugh, “yes, love, i will always be in your color,” you reply as he hums and leans into your embrace, reaching down to plant a sweet kiss to your lips. just as you pull apart you can hear the quick little pitter patter of feet running down the hallway your little boy emits, trailing behind him is his bluey mini suitcase overflowing with toys and games.

“i all pack!” he squeals in excitement as he races over to you and your husband. lando drops down onto your floor, finn running right into his embrace, followed by a fit of giggles.

“let’s see what you packed, buddy,” your husband replies as he ruffles around finns baby curls. finn then claps a bit until he’s situated on the floor in front of the suitcase. he begins pulling out his items and reciting them to both of you and you respond in a chorus of “ooh’s” and “aah’s”.

race day -

as lando struts down the makeshift runway that is the entrance to the paddock, you follow behind a little further as to not draw too much attention to your little son. even though finn had grown up around the paddock, both lando and you are still not fully comfortable with the cameras and attention specifically around your son. therefore, any precaution - even the slightest - to not have him overly immersed in the media you both will take. lando is simply sporting his mclaren team gear, you in a light and well-fit sundress that lando emphasized in the morning you look ‘absolutely ravishing, my darling” and your birthday boy, well, he has arrived in a bright red ‘sainz55’ ferrari shirt as well as a bright and wide smile - something your husband couldn’t even be mad at if he tried, as your son’s smile that bright on his birthday was worth any sort of bruise to the ego. once well inside the paddock, finn begins to wiggle and squirm in your arms wanting to be let down which could only mean one thing.

“UNCLE LOS! UNCLE LOS! UNCLE LOS!” he begins to cry as you put him on the ground and he takes off towards him.

“FINN! SLOW DOWN!” your husband cries after him as he picks up a jogging pace after his overenthused son. carlos’ head whips around at the voice of his favorite little man as he begins to crouch down and brace for impact with his arms held wide. the little ball of red soon collides with his newfound favorite driver and the two begin to laugh as they hold each other. once you and lando catch up to the pair you can hear the adorable conversation at play.

“i wear wed fo’ you, uncle los!” finn sings happily while prancing around in front of carlos. the spanish driver, still crouched at your son's level, chuckles in admiration as he stares at the boy in front of him, “i think red is your color, pequeño,”

“it is! it is!” finn replies once again jumping around in full excitement.

“i also think it is somebody’s birthday,” carlos says holding a sly grin while staring at the little lando in front of him.

“ME! it’s mine!” your boy continues to jump.

“i think special birthday boys get to sit in their favorite uncles car?” carlos feigns innocence in the question as he looks at lando who holds a grin on his face. finn looks at his father for permission with a slight doe-eyed expression and lando gives him a simple nod before finn and carlos quickly disappear to the ferrari garage.

“i am very proud of you, love. you’ve got a good brave face,” you say quietly to your husband as he reaches down to pull you into a kiss.

“you know why i’m smiling, baby?” lando doesn’t wait for you to answer the rhetorical, “because we just gained a free babysitter for about an hour,” he kisses you again, this time with more urgency as he continues, dropping an octave, “and i’ve got an empty drivers room just waiting for us,” one more kiss and he’s already pulling you into the direction of the mclaren garage with you jogging quickly behind him in a fit of giggles.

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mssainz · 12 days

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PART 1 | AFTER FIVE YEARS

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Reader

Summary: Carlos Sainz finally met his son he had with her ex-wife, Y/N.

Warning: None

“Wow, Mama this place is beautiful!”

“I’m glad you liked it here, my love,”

“Mama, can I explore around?,”

“Sure, I’ll come with you,”

You and Cael arrived in Madrid yesterday. Coming back to the place you wanted to forget is nerve wracking for you. This place brings back plenty of memories of you and Carlos together, about five years ago. But seeing how enthusiastic your four-year-old child is, makes you forget why you came back here in the first place.

Seeing how he enjoys the place calms your heart. Bringing him into beautiful places in Madrid makes you happy but exhausted at the same time. You are alone and you have to look after Cael who possesses the energy of a car battery and wants to just run and explore everywhere.

“Mama, can I have an ice cream?”

“Sure, what flavor do you want?”

“I want the chocolate one, Mama”

“Okay, stay here for a moment,”

You went to the ice cream stand nearby to buy Cael an ice cream. You left him at the small bench for him to rest for a moment from running and playing around.

The lane at the ice cream stall was not that long. You are looking at Cael from time to time while waiting for your turn. Gladly, after a few minutes, you finally got Cael’s ice cream, but the one who was supposed to eat it was gone.

“Cael?”

“CAEL!”

You started to panic and find yourself roaming around the plaza to find your son. You searched for him in every corner of the place but he is nowhere to be found.

He can't be that far. Cael where are you?

While you were waiting for your turn, Cael found a ball and followed it. He didn’t notice that while trying to catch the ball, he went far away from you.

Before he knows it, he didn’t know where he was. He tried to calmly find his way back to the bench where you initially left him. He started to walk as far as his tiny legs have taken. His eyes scanned all the people he runs into the plaza.

After few minutes, he started to get worried as no matter steps he take, he can’t seem to find you. He is nearly sobbing as the fact that he lost you is kicking in. Your son is courageous and smart enough to walked towards the first guy he saw for help.

Cael reached for the hem of his shirt. The man is wearing sunglasses, a white button-up shirt, an ivory short, and a white shoes. He removed his sunglasses and bent down to face Cael.

“Hey, buddy,” Carlos greeted Cael with a smile.

“Papa?” Cael confusely said and suddenly hugged him. Carlos was also confused why he called him Papa. But the hug was so warm and felt good, so he hugged Cael back.

“I must have looked like your Papa, am I? Where are your parents?” Carlos asked Cael.

“Sorry, you really looked like Papa. I'm with my Mama but I got lost. I am trying to find her.” Cael said, in verge of crying.

“It's okay buddy, don’t cry. I’ll help you find your Mama,” Carlos caressed Cael’s cheeks.

“May I ask what’s your name and how old are you, buddy?”

“I’m Sebastian Cael and I’m four years old. Almost five,” Cael said trying to show his four fingers to the man in front of him. Carlos smiled looking at the tiny human being trying to fold his finger.

“Hmm Sebastian Cael, What do you want me to call you?,”

“My friends call me Bash, but my Mama calls me Cael. I prefer if you’ll call me Cael,” Cael said with his naturally puppy brown eyes, melting Carlos.

“I’ll just call you Cael, then. So, can you remember when and where did you last see your Mama?” Carlos patiently wait for his response.

“She told me to rest at the bench as she buys me ice cream. But I got distracted by a ball and followed it,” Cael explained to Carlos how he got lost. Carlos can notice how Cael is trying so hard to hold his tears.

“Cael, buddy. I think you really went too far following the ball because the ice cream stall is at the opposite side of where we are right now. But don’t worry bud we’ll find your Mama, okay?,” Carlos gives Cael a reassuring smile. It is what the boy needs. Cael is in a foreign land and he cannot find his mom. Being snarky is the last thing Carlos wants to be.

Carlos held Cael's hands and walked to the ice cream stall. He tries to rub Cael’s tiny hand from time to time to assure and calm him.

Halfway back to the ice cream stall, Cael found Y/N, who was also looking for him.

“MAMA!” Cael yelled, for you to see him. He immediately let go of Carlos' hands and ran to you. You bent down when you saw Cael and opened your arms for him.

“God, Cael where have you been, my love? I was worried about you. Are you okay?” You hugged Cael tightly.

“I am okay, Mama. Sorry, I got distracted by a ball and followed it,” Cael said feeling sorry for worrying you.

“It’s okay, love. I’m relieved that you're fine. Mama’s here now,” You replied and kissed Cael’s cheeks.

“A gentleman who looks like Papa helped me find you Mama. He is so kind,” Cael said.

“Hmm?” It took few seconds for you to come back to your senses.

Right, how did Cael find his way back?

“There he is Mama,” Cael said and pointed to Carlos who has been staring at you two for a while now.

Cold sweats gush out of your body. The man you loved, the father of your child, the man you have been avoiding to see for the past five years is standing in flesh in front of you looking devilishly handsome. You can tell how confused he is right now and how you just want to run away with Cael any minute now.

Cael he does not look like your Papa. He is your Papa.

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libraryofloveletters · 8 months

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chapter one: colour me red

Chalres Leclerc x Fem!Reader + Carlos Sainz Jr x Fem!Reader

Warnings: new relationships, a little bit of flirting, carlos is having some bad thought - malice from carlos as well, charles is oblivious, alcohol and the consumption of, reader is getting caught in a wicked web already, a bit of lying and one hint to a sexual innuendo

Word Count: 1.3k

Author's Note: welcome to my new series! chapter one isn't very long, just an opening little thing but chapter two will be juicy and I will be posting the first insta file on Sunday :) I'm not sure how often I'll be updating as I have classes but I will try to get chapters out to you as often as possible :) I hope y'all enjoy it!

Call My Name Masterlist

Preseason was such a boring time to be a Formula One driver.

Most of their responsibilities were turning up for events being hosted by sponsors and attending multiple meetings to make sure that they have everything they'd need in the car. As much as that does benefit them, they would much rather be on track.

Hence why they were so glad today was the last of the preseason events. Ferrari was hosting their season opener at Maranello this evening.

Carlos has been twirling around from the moment he arrived, being dragged from one sponsor to the other as if he didn't already see them at some point in the last few weeks. The one person he was really looking for was his teammate, Charles.

The Monegasque driver had been hinting to Carlos that he's seeing someone, and that he would be bringing her to the event to meet everyone. He can still hear Charles' words in his head; a beautiful woman, god she's so beautiful.

Carlos, whose curiosity got the best of him, went looking for this beautiful woman online, searching every variation of a headline he could think of and yet, nothing.

He was starting to believe that Charles made her up.

Speaking of Charles, he was nowhere to be found. He figured he'd get a drink and then head out in search of his friend.

He isn't sure what came over him as he approached the bar and as much as he knew staring was rude, he couldn't help himself.

To his left, sat the most beautiful woman he had seen in his life; hair curled and tossed over her shoulders, her complexion complimented the red dress she had on and Carlos' eyes wandered over her legs, crossed over one another and he looked up and down until he stopped at the black heels she had on - the bottoms red like her dress. Expensive, he thought to himself.

A woman's voice breaks his thoughts; "did your mother not tell you that staring was rude?"

He smiles when his eyes meet hers. "Only if there's a reason I shouldn't be staring."

"So you're saying," you twirled the straw in your glass. Carlos notices your manicured nails, French tip - a term he learnt from his sisters. "That there's a reason you should be staring at me?"

"Can't help myself," he smiles again, stepping closer before sitting on the stool next to hers. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

The woman laughs, her hand resting on his arm that was stretched out over the bar counter. Carlos' knees bumped with hers, her own leg shifts, stretching out and her foot pressed to the bottom handle of his seat.

Carlos is lost in thought, watching as your lips wrap around the straw. His mind is filthy, he can't help but think what your mouth would feel like around his - You called him out to him.

"Does that line ever work for you?"

"Sometimes."

"Well," she smiles at him, her nails scratching over his arm before moving it. "You're not so bad yourself," she smiles at him sweetly.

Carlos sits with the woman for a while longer, buying her another drink as they chatted; he revealed more than she did, she simply nodded along and when he asked what she's doing here, she told him she's been invited.

As has everyone else; he tells her and she smiles, shrugging.

Someone rests a hand on her lower back, causing her to shift in her seat to see who it is. Carlos looks over, seeing that his teammate, Charles, was now leant down to press a kiss to the woman's cheek.

"You're okay?" He asks her, his hand on her shoulder as he stands behind her. Her hand reached up to rest on his, nodding. "Absolutely."

"Carlos," Charles smiles, "I see you've met y/n."

Carlos blinks, looking between you and Charles; he finally makes the connection. You were the mystery woman.

"So you're y/n," he smiles at you - to be fair, you didn't tell him your name nor did he ask.

"I am."

"I was starting to think that Charles made you up, that you weren't real and were just some fiction of his imagination." He smiles, making you two laugh.

"She's real, mate!" Charles laughs and you nod, offering him your arm. "I'm very real, feel free to pinch me and confirm."

As innocent as your gesture seemed, there was something underlying in the way you said it, the way you looked at him. Carlos doesn't say anything, glancing at his teammate before he reaches for your wrist. His index finger and thumb dragged across the soft skin of your wrist, meeting in the middle to pinch you.

The two of you are smiling at each other, Carlos's hand rests over your wrist and as much as you knew you needed to move your hand, you didn't. Charles was oblivious, he's yet to notice the tension growing between the two of you.

He speaks, squeezing your shoulder. "If that's all, mate," he smiles, "I'm gonna take her around to meet everyone, yeah?"

You smile at your boyfriend, scooting off the stool which lifted your dress a tad too high for Carlos's mind not to wander.

"I'll see you around, Carlos." You smiled at the man, interlocking your fingers with Charles' before picking up your glass.

Carlos nods, "don't let them bore you too much," he tips his beer bottle in your direction, taking a sip as you walk off with his teammate.

God, he wished he didn't feel the way that he did and he knew it was wrong, so bloody wrong, but he can't help it.

Charles was kind and he deserved love, Carlos knew as much but if you, this beautiful woman - so sweet and so charming, loved him as much as Charles seemed to love you, then why would you flirt with him?

You didn't suit Charles; you were opposites.

Mysterious, funny, charming, kind, sweet, smart - as the list goes on, Carlos does realize in fact that you do suit Charles in some ways but he held a bias.

He met you first, here.

That meant you were supposed to be his, not Charles's.

It left a bitter taste in his mouth, he would make sure you would be his one way or the other.

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It's quiet, the room smells manly in a way, a scent that you've come to know as Charles. The bathroom door was opened after his shower, the man brushing his teeth as you watched tv in bed.

A phone buzzes on the nightstand, you don't look over but Charles hears it from the bathroom. "Is it mine?" He calls and you lean over, reaching for it.

His phone screen was dark but yours had lit up. "No! It's mine," you call back, pick to check who had messaged you.

There's a notification from Instagram.

Carlos Sainz (carlossainz55) has requested to follow you. 3m ago.

Charles comes out of the bathroom, finding you staring at your phone. "Everything okay, love?"

"Yeah," you smile, "just instagram."

He gets into bed, pulling the duvet up. "Anything interesting?"

"No," you shook your head, unlocking your phone to accept the request. "Just my friend tagging me in some give-away," you laughed before setting your phone back down.

Charles smiles, letting you lay against his side as you two watched whatever was rerunning on tv.

A few floors below the two of you and a room to the left, a man's phone lights up with a notification from Instagram.

Y/n L/n (youruser) has accepted your follow request. 1m ago.

Carlos reaches over for his phone, reading the words and smiling to himself; it's every man for himself now.

add yourself to the call my name taglist!

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Carlos grabbing your ass . That’s it.

Not necessarily in a sexual way , just needing to have his hand of your ass.

Laying down on the couch watching a movie while on your belly ? His hands are on your bum.

Dancing together at a party ? One of his hands is definitely way too low to be considered on your waist.

Having to walk behind you to pass the room ? Immediate squeeze to the bum.

Overall , he loves you ass.

Don’t even get me started on a sexual level.

Always spanking and marking you ass.

Carlos definitely loves doggy because he can watch how your ass jiggles each time he thrusts into you.

Oh oh , I can also see him LOVING to bite you bum. Leaving little teeth marks on your plush skin.

Also , the praise is on another level

“You have such a pretty ass cariño”

“I love watching it turn red because of me”

“You like that sweetheart ? Me marking your plump ass ?”

“So soft love”

And cumming on your ass hmmm delicious. Def one of his favs.

Not to mention after he would love taking care of it. Softly caressing the red skin , and applying lotion to it.

Another one of his favorites would be sleeping on your ass. Or just laying on it.

Reading ? your bum is his new rest cushion. Sleeping ? best pillow in the world.

Safe to say , Carlos is an ass man and I will die on this hill.

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PUPPY LOVE ★ CS55

PAIRING ✦ carlos sainz x fem!dog sitter!reader SUMMARY ✦ you work as a dog sitter, and you somehow wind up dog-sitting for a f1 driver. [ SMAU ]

WARNINGS ✦ cursing

NOTES ✦ reader lives in spain & can speak spanish, but isn't originally from spain ( you can decide where! ) i'm not a native spanish speaker, so please correct me if there are some inconsistencies! i know the dog i used for piñon isn't exactly accurate but please just pretend they look the same!! the fc i've used is christina nadin, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are open so feel free to leave a request :)

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yourusername i loveee my job 🐕💗

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yourbsf i think you love the dogs more than you love me

yourusername you'd be right about that ❤️

yourbsf mi mejor amigaaaa!! ( my best friend )

yourusername te amoooo💗 ( i love you )

user1 millie loveddd you! i'd love for you to sit for me again!

yourusername awww i loved millie too! thank you so so muchh 💗

carlossainz55

( caption: need a dog sitter! please reply with recommendations. must be located in Spain & can look after Piñon for just over a week )

yourbsf holaaa! my best friend is a dog sitter, and i'm sure she'd be happy to look after Piñon for you!

carlossainz55 That would be great! Could i have her instagram?

yourbsf sorry still in shock you actually replied LOL, it's @ yourusername!

carlossainz55 Muchas gracias!! ( thank you very much )

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yourusername i look after a lot of dogs, but you will forever be my top bitch ( pun very much intended ) feliz cumpleaños daisy!! mami te quiere mucho 💗 ( happy birthday daisy!! mommy loves you very much )

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yourbsf FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS DAISYYY!!

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carlossainz55 Daisy es muyyy linda ❤️ ( daisy is veryyy cute )

yourusername siiii!! ( yessss!! )

user2 OMG CARLOS??

user3 SIR WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

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INSTAGRAM DMS

carlossainz55 Hey this is y/n, right?

yourusername NO WAY THEEE CARLOS SAINZ IS DMING ME

but yes it is :) anything i can help you with?

carlossainz55 Your friend mentioned that you were a dog sitter?

@/yourbsf

yourusername yeah i am a dog sitter!! did you need someone to look after ur dog?

carlossainz55 Yeah I did, actually!

I was wondering if you could look after my dog Piñon for the week? I’m going to be away, and my parents are away so they can't look after him right now

yourusername OH MY GOD YES

i'm so sorry that reaction was so out of character 😭😭 but yes i'd love to look after him!

carlossainz55 Muchas gracias! I'll message you further details later if that's alright?

yourusername ningún problema! yeah that's fine with me! :) ( no problem! )

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carlossainz55

( caption: Missing you already Piñon!! ❤️ )

yourusername

( caption: new best friend unlocked 🔓 )

carlossainz55 Umm he's actually my best friend??

yourusername nuh uh i've claimed him while you're away ❤️❤️

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yourusername my latest charge is wayyy too cute 💗

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yourbsf can’t pick who’s cuter: you or piñon

yourusername we both know it’s piñon ❤️❤️

user4 wait who is sheee??

user5 carlos is in her likes!! i’m pretty sure that’s piñon she’s dog sitting ❤️

user6 whoever she is she is stunninggg!!

carlossainz55 Good to see that you’re looking after Piñon!

yourusername geniallll!! ( brilliantttt!! )

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yourusername life recently 🪩

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user12 she is literally a goddessss!!

yourusername aw thank you baby!!

user13 y/n why do you look so angry in the first photo HELP

yourusername can’t remember but i think @/yourbsf had stolen some of my soft serve :(

user14 does she speak spanish??

yourusername when i was younger i moved to spain, so i can speak spanish fairly well!

user14 omg i can speak spanish asw!! eres tan bonita por cierto 💕 ( you are so pretty by the way )

yourusername muchas gracias!! 💗💗

user15 no daisy?? ☹️

yourusername daisy content will be returning, i promise!!

carlossainz55 ❤️

yourusername 💗💗

user16 stop theyre sooo cute i can’t handle it

yourbsf that pasta was so delicioussss

yourusername siii!!

user17 her replying to pretty much all of the comments is the cutest thing everrr she’s such a sweetheart

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carlossainz55 Training almost over 🤝

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charlesleclerc new season about to start 🏎️

carlossainz55 Yess 👊

scuderiaferrari exciting times ahead!

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user18 woweeee

user19 hand in marriage yes or yes??

user20 i’m waiting for y/n’s comment

user21 sameee!!

yourusername that viewwww 💗

carlossainz55 The mountains or me??

yourusername don’t flatter urself hon 😊

user20 @/user21 HERE THEY ARE

user21 THEIR DYNAMICCC UGH

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yourusername last day w piñon ☹️💗 ft daisy!!

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user22 DAISY'S BACKKKK

user23 amamos a daisyyy!! ( we love daisyyy!! )

yourusername siii!! 💗

user24 ella es tan perfecta 💞 ( she is so perfect )

yourusername no tuuuuu 💗 ( no youuuu )

carlossainz55 Only one more day!❤️

yourusername ur saying that like it's a good thing :((

carlossainz55 You can always come and visit him!

user25 dont ask me why but i just KNOW she smells like vanilla

yourusername no stopp that's literally my perfume scent asw

user25 NO WAYYY LOOLLL

user26 @/carlossainz55 you taking notes??

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yourusername PIÑONNN!! ¡daisy y yo hemos pasado el mejor momento contigo esta semana! te amoooo 💗💗 ( daisy and i had the best time with you this week! i love you )

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user31 NO MORE Y/N AND PIÑON CONTENT NOOOO

yourusername ☹️☹️

user32 okay but surely this isn't the end of carlos and y/n...right?? RIGHT??

user33 no it acc can't be i'll never stop crying.

carlossainz55 Thanks again for looking after Piñon!! ❤️

yourusername ofccc!! you WILL let me visit him or else 😁

yourbsf okay but ur cute.

yourusername you're cuterrrr

user34 guysss this isn't the end i'm so sure they'll still be interacting w each other!!

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yourusername night away from the dogs 🌃

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user35 CARLOS CAN YOU FIGHT.

user36 hand in marriage?? 💍

yourusername betttt!! 💗

yourbsf MY BEST FRIEND LADIES AND GENTLEMEN

yourusername TE AMOOOO

carlossainz55 ❤️❤️

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user37 SO WE ALL SAW CARLOS' COMMENT??

user38 TWO WEEKS ON AND HE'S BACK AGAIN

user39 idc they're too cute

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user45 THE FERRARI MERCH SHE KNOWS WHAT SHE'S DOING

user46 she's soo soft i love her

yourusername 💗💗

user47 SO IT'S BASICALLY CONFIRMED NOW

user48 the press have literally basically confirmed it for them, we're all just waiting until they say it themselves

yourbsf my best frienddddd 😁😁

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carlossainz55 Red suits you ❤️

user49 HURRY UP AND ANNOUNCE IT PLEASE.

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carlossainz55 🏆 P3!! Great start to the season, and no one else I'd rather start it with ❤️

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user50 EVERYONE STAY CALM THIS IS FINALLY HAPPENING.

user51 BRB CURRENTLY SCREAMING

user53 PODIUM FINISH & HARD LAUNCH?? SOOO HAPPY RN.

user54 CARLOS SAINZZZZ ❤️❤️

yourusername 💗💗

carlossainz55 ❤️

user55 THE WAY SHE USES 💗 AND HE USES ❤️ MY HEART CAN'T HANDLE THIS

charlesleclerc about time 🙌❤️

user56 HA CHARLES IS A REAL ONE

user57 officially my favorite couple on the grid.

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yourusername forza ferrari 💗

user58 hey alexa, play lover by taylor swift

yourusername omg i love taylor 💗💗

user59 if carlos ever fumbles you pls hit my line

yourusername @/carlossainz55 you've been warned!!

user60 POWER COUPLE ALERT

user61 she's actually so perfect it's scary

yourbsf FINALLY. I'VE BEEN WAITING.

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user62 KILL ME NOW THEY ARE ADORABLE.

user63 the way she still likes all of the comments actually has me crying why is she the cutest.

carlossainz55 siempre ❤️ ( always )

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buckybarnesthehotshot · 1 year

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Rants (Carlos Sainz Jr. x Reader)

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summary: carlos and his favorite race engineer ranting to each other after the texas grand prix

word count: 1765

warnings: not proofread, swearing, not much plot (based off this request by @lostingoogletranslate )

“So, yeah, that just about concludes what happened in our race today. It was a good effort from everyone,” y/n offered the team a sad smile. Despite Red Bull winning the Constructor’s Championship, she tried to keep morale up so they’d bring the fight to Mercedes for P2, “Any questions?”

“Uh, yes, can you say again what happened into turn 1?” Carlos questioned, his voice heard over everyone’s headphones. Charles looked to Carlos, narrowing his eyes at him. Not that the Spaniard noticed, of course. He was too fixated on the race engineer’s face to pay much mind to the Monegasque seated next to him.

“Well, George steered into your path,” she shrugged, “Your car was leaking fluid, and it could have been dangerous to continue the race in that condition. Even if we managed to repair anything with a pit stop, there was no certainty we would have been able to make it into the points.”

“Do we not have the pace for it?” he questioned again, wanting to hear more of her words, her voice like music to his ears.

“We had the pace, but if we had to evaluate and repair the car, we would have lost more time than the pace could have made up for,” y/n explained briefly, offering him a quick smile, “Again, if you’re feeling down about it, the situation was out of your control.”

“Of course, thank you,” Carlos nodded, shying back into his seat, brown eyes never leaving y/n.

“We’ll do better in Mexico,” she nodded, “Thank you for your time, everyone.”

“Thank you for that, y/n,” Mattia smiled, taking the floor back from y/n before addressing any other things with the team.

For the rest of the meeting, Carlos could only find him gaze fixed on the woman as she nodded along to what was being discussed in the debrief. He was part of the race—albeit temporarily—there weren’t much things to say about his performance or his car’s performance anyways.

When the meeting ended, the crowd dispersed. He made his way over to y/n, still packing her things up.

“Need any help?” he offered as he watched her stuff papers into her bag.

“Uh, yeah, I can’t seem to get it under control,” she laughed as his hands hovered above hers as she took hold of the papers.

“May I?”

“Oh, uh, of course,” she nodded, making way for him between herself and the table, watching him gather all her papers, pausing as he took something from his side of the table; a red folder with Ferrari’s logo on it, slipping the papers through into the folder.

“It’s a lot easier when you put them in a folder, see? More organized in your bag as well.” he chuckled, handing her the folder, now filled with her organized notes on the race and possible race strategies for Mexico, quirking a brow at her, “Aren’t these supposed to be confidential?”

“Well, yes, of course,” she laughed, shaking her head, “They are mostly just notes, though. Nothing official yet. Besides, we aren’t even sure if the cars will cooperate.”

“I thought you said the cars had pace?”

“Well, they do, but not as much pace as we’d hope,” she shrugged, “Mercedes has gone a long way from where they were when the season first started. For us, it’s almost the opposite. It’s almost as though we’ve regressed as a team as the season progressed.”

“I mean,” Carlos paused, considering her words. They went from such a high in Bahrain to struggling to make their way to the podiums in recent races. Practice sessions and qualifying times proved that they had pace, but there were missing pieces to their race. Missing pieces keeping them from clinching part to, “Don’t tell Mattia I said this but I understand what you mean.”

“Please, if Mattia knew about the conversations we’re having at the moment, we both wouldn’t have jobs,” y/n laughed, “Also, we missed out on important input from your car, so we’re going to have to get those off the practice times in Mexico, I guess.”

“Right, sorry about that again.”

“Please, when I told you it wasn’t your fault, I meant it,” she scoffed, “The penalty they gave George was unfair to the team. We could have gotten more valuable points for places in the Constructor’s and the Driver’s rankings.”

“Mattia should start having you be the one talking to the FIA about these complaints for penalties,” Carlos chuckled, “Maybe we’ll be given more places if that’s the case.”

“As if I don’t do enough for this team already,” y/n quipped as Carlos smiled at her.

“You might as well start driving my car too,” Carlos chuckled as y/n shook her head at the preposterousness of the idea.

“Please, if I drive the car, I’d end up doing more property damage than all the drivers on the grid combined,” she scoffed as Carlos broke out into a fit of laughter.

“You talk about how the car doesn’t have much pace and yet you talk about how the car doesn’t have enough pace,” Carlos shook his head, laughing at the situation, “You’re right, though.”

“Of course, I am,” she nodded, “Seriously, though, I think it’s ridiculous that we’re supposed to be this prestigious team, but we still can’t find it in ourselves to bag another championship despite how great our drivers are.”

“I don’t know if I’m allowed to say this, but the team makes really questionable calls sometimes.”

“Team’s orders could have cost you Silverstone too,” she nodded, smiling as she recalled the way he told the team off during the race, “At this point you guys should start making your own strategies.”

“I don’t think we’re going to be able to do that while we’re both in the cars,” he chuckled, “You should take over for strategies.”

“Nah, I can’t even sort out my own papers,” she shrugged, “You and Charles have this in thhe bag.”

“You sure have a lot of confidence in me and Charles,” Carlos smiled at the thought.

“Wouldn’t want to have to see you get chopped,” y/n shook her head, offering Carlos a brief smile, “Seriously, though, I’m going to try everything in my power to get you and Charles back on the podium where you both belong.”

The man was thankful to have her on the team. Hell, if her ranting to him proved anything, it showed she wanted to push the team for more.

“Thank you,” Carlos nodded, offering her a quick smile, “Do you need a ride to the hotel?”

“No, I have some other things I need to talk through with the mechanics. I’ll see you in Mexico, I guess,” she smiled at him as she made her way to some other part of the garage. He smiled as he watched her walk away, letting out a wistful sigh.

“Mate, I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” Charles exclaimed, practically pouncing onto his fellow driver’s shoulders.

“Ay!” Carlos exclaimed, pushing the Monegasque off him, “I was just helping y/n pack up after the meeting.”

“Ah, y/n, eh?” Charles winked at the Spaniard, “Don’t think nobody notices the way you look at her during briefings and debriefs.”

“Really, and how do I look at her?” Carlos quirked his brow at the man, crossing his arms over his chest, as though challenging Charles.

“You look at her with these puppy dog eyes. Mate, it’s almost like hearts are flying on top of your head whenever you look at her,” Charles laughed at the Spaniard, “You like her, don’t you?”

“I mean, of course, I do. She’s a part of the team. I can’t not like her,” Carlos rushed out an explanation as Charles scoffed.

“Nah, mate. You like her,” Charles laughed, patting Carlos on the shoulder, “Don’t even worry about it, I’ll help you.”

“How would you hel—”

Before Carlos could finish his question, Charles was rushing into the garage, Carlos bolting after him as the Monegasque asked the crew where y/n was.

“y/n!” he called out rushing to the race engineer, she spun around just in time to witness the older of the drivers tackle Charles to the ground, Carlos covering Charles’ mouth before the Monegasque could say anything else.

“Are you guys okay?” she laughed as both men hit the ground, “Is this a media thing? Are there cameras I should be aware of?”

“No—Ay!” Carlos exclaimed as Charles licked his palm, laughing as he did so.

“Carlos has something he wants to say to you!” he rushed out before the Spaniard could stop him.

“Oh, you could have told me about this during our talk earlier or during the meeting. If you had any concerns about the car—”

“It’s not about the car,” Charles shook his head as Carlos narrowed his eyes, glaring daggers at the man.

“Oh?”

“He wants to take you out on a dat—”

“Ay! I’ll do it myself if you be quiet,” Carlos cut back into the conversation, chiming in as y/n’s curious gaze fixed on him. He’d never been this nervous under her gaze. He was used to her looking at him, but this time, she was looking at him. It made him want to fall to his knees.

“Do it now, then,” Charles urged the man, nudging him closer towards y/n, the woman only watching the pair in amusement.

“y/n,” Carlos paused, trying to find the words to express the way he felt for the woman, “I think you’re really amazing, and I want to know if maybe…”

Charles looked over to Carlos, urging him to continue.

“I understand if you don’t want to, and that’s totally okay with me, it’s all up to you, really, but I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me?” There it was. Carlos had finally asked the question. y/n stared at him for a moment, unblinking, “Again, it’s totally okay with me if you don’t want to, this doesn’t have to change anything about what we do in the team, and—”

Before Carlos could continue on with his rambling, he felt a soft pair of lips on his, y/n tugging him closer by his neck.

“Does that answer your question?” she smiled bashfully at him, as he stared at her in astonishment, “In case it wasn’t clear, I think you’re pretty amazing too and I’d love to go on a date with you.”

“Yes!” Charles exclaimed as the pair turned to look at him. How was it that he was more excited than the pair?

a/n: praying i wake up in time for the mexican gp tomorrow (starts at 4 am here 💀)

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