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CHILI PEPPER CS55

CHILI PEPPER 18+ CS55 

Carlos Sainz -CHILI PEPPER 18+ 

A small reminder, ive already posted this fic. I rewrited it this morning. Im still learning how it is the best way to type and create a smut fiction. 

Warnings: dominance carlos, public fingering, teasing, slightly BDSM, unprotected sex, thigh/ass slapping, carlos getting called daddy, orgasm (both). PinV. SMUT 18+++ 

4.3K+ words 

This is my work, and I do not consent for it to be shared to other websites platforms or apps nor can any of my original story lines re-written or continue by others, love all your support x 

It was a normal Saturday evening, at the moment you where hanging out with Charles, Daniel, Lando and carlos. Carlos had set up the fire place outside beside the swimming pool. It was normal that you where ALWAYS around carlos, you whrer good with his friends and family. Your bond with carlos was special, if someone asked him about you the would always say “shes special to me”. Obviously carlos was most of the time traveling, cause he was a formula one driver for ferrari.  

You were the girl of this dreams, never needed a word. Just the look in your eyes would tell him something was wrong, he was always so sweet and caring, sometimes too sweet. You were in for hand already traveling much for work, most of the times you were modeling for big brands, and thats exactly how you met carlos. 

12 January 2022. You had a photoshoot for ferrari’s new 2022 team kit. They had you alone on photos but as well with Charles leclerc. The moment carlos walked into the room, his eyes met yours, you couldn't tear your eyes off him, he was the man off your dreams. And when he asked for your number in the changing rooms you just couldn't say no. 

July 17th 2022, a date you both never forget. The day you officially launched your relationship. It was hell, so much media and talks, something you didnt liked when the media was pricking into your private life. But even though it was hard, cause media isn't always nice. Carlos was always along side you, defending you in every. Single. Interview.  

Silverstone 2022, carlos his first win with ferrari. 17 july, he dedicated his win to your anniversary  

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Carlos told you this morning charles lando and daniel would come over, he desprately wanted you to join them, but you had so many things to do for work it was unable to join them. It was a hot summer day, the sun had already started to go down, it was a busy day at work for you, shooting new photos for Yve Saint Laurent’s new bikini line. The moment you got back home your eyes fell on your pretty boyfriend. It was almost dark, the fireplace outside lighted, they were all sitting around it laughing and clearly having fun.  

You just couldnt walk away, needing to go over and say hi.  

‘’hey handsome’’ you smilled friendly, running your hands through his still wet hair. Carlos leanded into your touch, his eyes finding yours immediatly.  

‘’hey baby girl how was work?’’ he smiled when you told him your recent activities, before you went to hug the rest saying hi.  

You wanted to go back inside when you felt carlos tug on your arm. ‘’where do you think your going baby?’’ he grinned ‘’stay yn! We would love to have your company’’ daniel chuckled.  

And before you knew, you were tugged on the couch were carlos was sitting, firmly between his legs a big blanket over you both. 

The evening went good, talked hours over littarliy everything, you were slowly getting tired, feeling the long hours you put in work today so you decided to just listen to them talk, laying on carlos his chest between his legs. 

‘’are you okay baby girl? Your quiet’’ carlos whispered in your ear, his breath tickeling your neck while his hands were stroking your legs under the blanket. 

‘’...or were you thinking about last night?’’  he grinned 

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You watched yourself in the mirror, carlos fucking you from  behind roughly. The mirror perfectly allowing you to see the powerful man behind you in ways you never wanted to change. You both could feel your orgasms building when he pulled your body up against his chest while he continued to thrust deeply and fast in and out you. 

The new angle provided the perfect simulation to your G-spot. You watched your self in the mirror as his hand came down. Circling around and on your throbbing clit, finally allowing you to cum. 

Your pussy clenched around him and drew out his orgasm as he came for the second time tonight inside you. One final powerful thrust before I felt his cum filling me, following by a few more as he trusted his hot cum into you, moaning your name, kissing your neck while praising you. 

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‘’thanks to you... im now thinking yea’’ you blushed, well aware his friend where around. 

A soft gasp fell off your lips when carlos his lips found your neck, planting a wet sloppy kiss. ‘’...carlos..’’ you whimpered, shifing slightyl under his touch. His hands gripping your tighs to stop you from moving. 

‘’you might need to stop moving cause your causing a problem’’ he whispered, his hands slowly inching up, dipping under the hem off your skirt. 

‘’..carlos-’ you whisper ‘’..stop it your friends are right acro-’’  

‘’oh shut it baby girl, iknow how bad it turns you on’’ he grins, his fingers brushing over your panties, feeling the wet damp spot on them. 

It wasnt a lie, it did turn you on, but somewhere in your mind you were affraid to get caught.  

He didnt back down anyways, his fingers continuing their way over your panties, brushing against your clit. Your eyes quickly scanning, making sure you couldnt see anything. But before you knew carlos had picked you up, turning you slightly so your back was against the armrest. His knee came up the couch hooking one leg over his knee so it was drapped over the armrest, opening perfectly your legs for him.  

His hands made their way back down to your tighs, slipping his hand once more under your skirt.  

He swayed his other arm around your shoulders so you were back pulled in against his chest making it look like you were just hugging his chest with your legs over the armrrest.  

But little did they know.. Carlos his hand cupped your mound, feeling his hand getting wet by your panties.  

‘’just relax hermosa, act normal’’ he whispered before kissing your head.  

And damn you tried your best, but you just couldn't help it, a soft moan fell off your lips the moment his fingers pushed your panties aside you knew, he was playing the game today.  

Luckily daniel and lando where so caught up in their convo they weren't paying attention. But charles was sitting on the left side off you and carlos, your legs where hanging on the armrest, what made the blanket rise a little bit, forming a slightly opening exactly where charles was sitting.  

Charles had the perfect view on what was happening in front him, at the beginning he didn't saw what sene was unfolding in front of him, but the moment he heard you whimpered, he knew enough.  

Not everything was visible, but juuust enough he saw carlos his hand movements, and the look on your face was telling him enough. He couldn't stand it, watching you getting fingered by his teammate. But he couldn't tear his eyes away. The way your eyes fluttered, your lips parted every time carlos his fingers made contact with your skin. It felt toxic, not normal and it definitely threw him off guard. His cheeks flushed, as he tried his best not to look.  

The moment carlos slowly pushed two fingers inside you, charles lost it, just like you. A moan fell off your lips, carlos immediatly ssshed you, telling the rest you had ‘’stomach pain’’ before continuing slowly pumping his fingers in and out you.  

His thumb circled your clit every time he pushed his fingers in, your pussy squeezing his fingers as your tried your best not to make a sound.  

‘’it looks like someone is watching us baby girl’’ he whispered into your ear, your eyes widened as he slowly sped up the pace hitting your G- spot. 

‘’look at him.. Al flustered’’ he grinned.  

Your eyes quickly darted to charles, his cheeks red, he was shifting on his couch, pulling his jeans a little down. It definitely turned him on. Carlos gave charles a knowing look, a look he knew. Cause charles and carlos had shared the bed one time with a girl friend off charles.  

‘’i can feel you squeezing my fingers baby girl’’ carlos whispered, you could hear him struggle as well, obviously carlos was massively turned on as well. And that was always the time that his spanish accent was way more.. 

Carlos his fingers where knuckle deep inside you, constantly hitting your g-spot drawing you closer to an orgasm. Your bottom lip stuck between your teeth soft whimpers falling through them.  

‘’are you okay yn?’’ daniel asked you, seeing the confusing look on his face, gently worried about your ‘’stomach pain’’.  

‘’answer them’’ carlos whispered demandingly,carlos founded a steady rhythm inside before adding a third finger, the stretch practically burning  at this point but the pleasure of the new founded fullness overrode your pain receptors. 

His fingers slowed down for a second, but when you opened your mouth to speak they've hitted your G-spot, making your legs tremble. You were so close. 

‘’just..’’ you moaned, ‘’having really really.. bad pain cramps at the moment’’ 

‘’oh god im sorry, it sucks to be a girl huh?’’ lando chuckled, you slightly nodded as carlos his fingers started to speed up again, his fingers touching constantly that G-spot inside you 

‘’yeah.. period time’’ you sighed, throwing your head back against carlos his shoulder. 

‘’make sure your safe then’’ charles winked at carlos, charles knew so so good it werent the stomach cramps, but carlos his fingers that made you loose your mind. 

Carlos just chuckled, kissing the top off your head. ‘’im sure we will watch out’’ he smiles before slowly widrawing his finger, circeling your clit a few times before pulling your panties back. Earning a big sigh from you. 

A few minutes later carlos said goodbye to everyone, blaming the ‘’stomach pain’’ for the early call off today. Everyone left, but he was still talking to charles. Charles his cheeks were flushed, but it didnt looked like carlos was mad. Charles quickly came over to hug you goodbye before leaving aswell. 

You were still sitting on the couch, crulled up in a blanket.  when carlos came back, pulling you down so you where laying before kneeling in between them. 

‘’youve been such a good girl today’’ he praises, his hands running up and down  your thighs.  

‘’think my good girl deserves a reward no?’’ he whispers while gently pushing your legs open.  

You tugged the blanket up before throwing in onto the ground, so you could watch his moves.  

‘’..please carlos..’’ you whined, shifting under his touch.  

His hands held you still before looking up at you, his tongue wetting his lips before speaking.  

‘’you can do better than that baby girl’’ he grins.  

‘’..please daddy.. Please just give me something’’ you panted. 

And before you knew carlos discarded your panties, kissing his way up your inner thigh. ‘’your so wet for me baby’’ he mumbled. He knew exactly what he did to you, and he was hella proud off that.  

His lips found your clit, gently sucking it, a heavy sigh fell off your lips, finally getting some relieve and finally being able to make noise. his fingers found your entrance again, gently pushing two fingers in before finding a steady pace.  

‘’there you go baby girl.. Let me hear you’’ 

Your hands came down to his hair, gently going through them, tugging sometimes.  

‘’carlos..’’ you whimpered, tugging on his hair to get his attention 

‘’please carlos i need.. I need more’’ you whimpered, desperately needing something more. He teased you the whole night, you needed more.  

‘’Carino.. You just.. Taste so good..’’ he mumbled through his attack on your clit.  you whined, shifting underneath him while tugging his hair.  

‘’look at me’’ he demanded ‘’beg for it baby’’ he groans as he raises to his feet, standing in front of the couch, towering over you.  

You quickly shifted onto your knees, your hands flying to his jeans to open them, but carlos stopped you.  

‘’anything you want baby?’’ he grins 

You just nodded, trying to pull your hands back.  

‘’ask nicely carino’’ he smirks, biting his lower lip gently squeezing your hands. 

‘’please daddy i just need to taste you-’’ you whined. 

His hand came down tucking your hair back behind your ear ‘’go on baby girl’’ he smirked down at you releasing your hands, his finger trailing down from your cheek to your lips, finding your bottom lip, you instantly part your lips, allowing him to slip in his finger as you began to suck on it. 

Your hands quickly opened his belt before zipping down his jeans, pulling his underwear down to his ankles. His thick impressive long cock sprung free, slapping against his abdomen making him groan before pulling his finger out your mouth.  

Your mouth still watered at the sight, you never saw a man like this.  

‘’fuck baby..’’ he whimpered, now he was the one whimpering. He always knew how to get you on, but you definitely knew how you get him on too.  

Your hands came up, stroking him a few times before he began to push your head forward, guiding you to his cock. You caught him off guard by licking a long wet stripe up his shaft, before closing your mouth around his tip, gently sucking it.  

You both knew there was no way you could suck him all without chocking really bad. But that wasnt something that made it less enjoyless.  

Your hands stroked his shaft while your mouth kept sucking his tip. He was groaning, pushing his hips forward.  

His hands kept guiding you, gently pushing you deeper.  

‘’breath through your nose  baby.. Thats it..’’ he whimpered moaning out loud.  

‘’your doing so well.. So pretty on your knees’’ he moaned looking down at you. 

His hands made a swift ponytail before he tugged you off his cock, making you whine.  

‘’no.. Please’’ you pouted. But you got shut up real quick, he leaned down catching your lips in a slow sensual kiss. His hand in your hair gently pulled you a little up before completely releasing you. 

‘’get on your hands and knees baby girl’’ he smiled stepping a little back so you had more space to turn around. You never were this quick, doing what he told you too. 

You felt a sharp pain on your ass, quickly replaced with a smoothing hand. You moaned when you felt his cock pushing through your wet dripping folds, carlos moaned aswell as he kept slowly grinding his cock through your folds. 

‘’fuuuck..’ he moaned ‘’so fucking wet, like the dirty slut you are for me’’ he groaned slapping your ass once more.  

‘’did you enjoy it? Letting charles watch hm?’’ he asked you while grinding.  

Your mind spun, unable to think straight. You didnt responded him as quick as he wanted, slapping your ass once more. ‘’answer me.’’ he commanded 

‘’y..yes .. yes daddy’’ you whimperd, pushing your hips needy back. 

‘’good girl.’’ he groaned, positioning his tip at your entrance, his hand came to your hip, holding you in place as the other one smooths your back.  

‘’hands behind your back baby’’ he commanded, you quickly followed his order, doing both hands on your back, your face and shoulder pressed into the couch. 

His hand grabbed both of your hands pinning them down against your back, holding them in place before he gently pushed his cock inside.  

‘’always so tight’’ he whimpered as you moaned, slowly fucking you from behind. He founds a almost painful slow, long deep pace. Almost completely pulling out, before pushing back in.  

Its completely destroying you, your mind not working correctly anymore. The only thing you can think off is how good he is fucking you.  

‘’you feel so incredible baby’’ he pants slowly fucking you faster, deep long strokes as his tip hits your G-spot.  

‘’please carlos you- so good’’ you moan, his hand coming down slapping your ass. 

He sets a brutal pace, your walls clenching around his cock desprately holding on, moans falling from both your lips.  

Suddenly he pulls out you, releasing your hands. ‘’turn around for me baby’’ 

He says, once you turned around carlos has already taken off all his clothes before he undresses you completely.  

He gently picks you up before walking to the swimming pool. 

‘’what are you-’’ 

‘’trust me baby your going to like it’’ he smiles proudly before walking into the heated swimmig pool ‘’had this idea since I set a foot in this pool’’ he groans as he walks in untill the water is the same height as your shoulders. His tip pricking at your entrance before slowly sliding in.  

You wrap you legs around his wais, allowing him to penetrate you deeper, stroking every spot that makes your mind spin. Your arms rest in his neck as he kisses you keeping you pinned against the swimming pool wall, water softly splasing around you both.  

The moment he pulls back his pace increases, deep and fast thrusts. 

‘’..carlos... im close..’’ you pant as he kisses your neck. 

‘’i can.. Feel you squeezing..’’ he groans into your ear. His grip tightens around you as his hands come under your tighs suporting them while walking out the swimming pool, he lays you down on a sunbed carefully because he didnt pull out. 

He gets on top off you, slowly starting to thrust again. He had you under his grip, moaning at his touch and begging him to keep going. His lips kissing and pinching at your skin as loud moans escaped your mouth, his trust became harder and deeper. 

‘’you feel so good baby girl’’ he moans as his hands palm your boobs, his tumb circeling your harden nipple.  

You started moaning, your orgasm was right around the corner, sqruimbeling under his touch.  

‘’please.. Let me cum please’’ you pant, carlos smiled biting his inner cheek.  

he picked you, turning you around, pulling your ass up so you were on hands and knees. He quickly settled himself behind you before entering you again making you shiver, whimpers left your mouth. you were so sensitive because off the overstimulation you were feeling. 

He got quickly his pace back, hitting every sweet spot inside you, your pussy clenching around him making it even tighter then it was, he spanked your ass having you jolting forward. A load moan escaped your mouth when he slapped you again, harder this time. 

He spanked you one last time before his hand smoothed your skin which was now displayed a handprint, belonging to him.  Carlos kissed your back softly when his hand sneaked down.  Playing with your clit making you moan his name over and over. 

‘’oh baby.. so tight’’ carlos moaned, his legs started to shake against your but. His trusts became sloppier, knowing that he is close too. 

‘’that's it... let go for me baby girl’’ he moans in your ear, his orgasm fast approaching.  

Loud moans fall off your lips when your orgasm crashed over you, your body shaking and your vision falling almost black. Your orgasm triggered his, his movements sped up, before hot sticky ropes off cum filled you up, his breathing uneven and fast.  

‘’fuuuck.. You did so well baby’’ he panted, before softly pulled out off you, turning you around so you were laying on your back. 

You could only smile, definitely needing a moment to gather yourself. 

Cum dripped out your pussy onto the sunbed, carlos his eyes dripping down to your pussy. Two fingers gently pushed into your entrance, pumping it back before scooping the left overs on his fingers.  

‘’Abierta’’ Open. 

He held two fingers in front off your mouth, you parted your lips before you sucked them clean your eyes never leaving yours. 

‘’baby.. Stop that or you might cause another trouble’’ he chuckled softly pulling his fingers out your mouth. 

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This is my work, and I do not consent for it to be shared to other websites platforms or apps nor can any of my original story lines re-written or continue by others, love all your support x 

Should i make a part two off charles joining? 

[formulaonesmut]

ILLICIT AFFAIRS (1/2) | CS55

summary : “Bossy, isn’t he?” The voice is smooth, warm, and laced with amusement. You glance to your left and—of course—it’s Carlos Sainz. You freeze, your brother’s voice echoing in your head like a siren: Run. RUN.

wc : 9k

an : sorry for the lack of updates recently.. ehem.. anyway. rally driver carlos sainz. im making this a thing now.

“You’re staring,” Carlos says, voice low and gravelly. His smile is wolfish, sharp enough to cut through your resolve.

You blink, forcing yourself to focus on something other than the way his fireproofs cling to his frame or how the red of his suit gleams in the harsh light. “You’re filthy.”

“Occupational hazard,” he replies, shrugging. There’s a flicker of something in his eyes. Amusement? Challenge? It doesn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter.

Because you’re Charles Leclerc’s little sister, and that means Carlos Sainz Jr. is completely, irrevocably off-limits.

Charles would kill you both if he knew. He’s warned you before, in that brotherly-but-deadly-serious tone only he can manage.

Carlos is reckless, he said.

Carlos is trouble.

Carlos is not for you.

But damned it all, he looks good.

The kind of good that sinks its teeth into your chest and doesn’t let go. Mud-drowned, sweat-stained, grime-smeared.

Carlos Sainz Jr. wears chaos like it’s tailored for him.

By all accounts, you have no business so much as glancing twice at him.

Preciously guarded, perfectly poised, the crown jewel of your family’s otherwise tumultuous legacy.

Carlos doesn’t belong in the world that your family envisions for you. He’s nothing like the men you’ve been told to admire. His name carries weight, but for all the wrong reasons.

His reputation is as red as the suit he wears, all sharp edges and unapologetic flame. A bold, glaring warning sign.

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The first time you meet Carlos Sainz is at the FIA WRC Prize-Giving Ceremony, a glittering vortex of champagne, sequins, and self-importance. The kind of place where you’d half expect someone to announce their yacht has feelings and everyone to applaud.

You’re standing near the bar, clutching a cocktail that tastes like fruit and regret, watching as yet another impeccably dressed couple glides by, all pearly smiles and whispered deals.

You’ve perfected the art of looking like you belong here. Chin up, shoulders back, face set in that careful neutral expression that says, Yes, I am both fascinated and entirely above this conversation.

Your dress, while beautiful, feels like it’s plotting against you.

It’s a designer masterpiece, sure, but also a silken cage, clinging to you with a vengeance. Moving feels like negotiating with an overly aggressive boa constrictor.

You’re mid-sip when a familiar warmth presses against your side, accompanied by the unmistakable scent of Dior cologne and something ineffably Charles.

He slides into your personal space with the precision of a Ferrari in a hairpin turn, arm looping over your shoulders in a practiced, casual gesture

“Hey,” you murmur, tilting your head just enough to catch a glimpse of him. He’s all sharp lines and understated ease, looking like he belongs here more than you feel like you ever will.

“Hey,” he replies, voice low, steady. You know what that particular combination usually entails.

“Charles,” you start, “why do I feel like you’re about to ruin my evening?”

“Because I probably am,” he says, his tone far too smug. “What’s with the silent brooding act? You’re usually better at pretending to have fun at these things.”

You shoot him a sidelong glance. “It’s not brooding. It’s observational detachment. Very sophisticated.”

“Uh-huh,” he says, clearly unimpressed. “Observational detachment looks a lot like you wishing the floor would swallow you whole.”

You huff. “Look, not everyone thrives in a room full of egos and overpriced cologne. Some of us are just trying to survive without tripping over a waiter or accidentally insulting someone’s investment portfolio.”

Charles chuckles, a low, warm sound that makes you feel both comforted and mildly insulted. “Relax. Nobody’s looking at you.”

“Wow, thanks for that, Charles. Truly, your support is overwhelming.”

“Anytime,” he says, patting your shoulder like you’re a child who just learned how to tie their shoes.

Before you can deliver a properly scathing retort, a ripple of energy rolls through the crowd.

It’s subtle at first, a shift in the air, but then the room practically pivots in unison. You wonder for a second if someone's giving out free caviar.

Instead, you follow their collective gaze to a man.

He strides into the room with the kind of confidence that should be illegal. The tailored suit, the tousled hair, the jawline that could cut glass. It's like someone combined a Greek statue and a high-stakes poker player and gave it legs.

“Man of the hour,” Charles mutters, his voice tinged with something you can’t quite place. Disdain? Wariness? A general sense of foreboding?

You raise an eyebrow, tilting your head toward him. “Friend of yours?”

Charles snorts. “Hardly. That’s Carlos Sainz Jr. Rally royalty. He's won the last 3 seasons. Toyota’s golden boy. Ferrari’s got some partnership thing with them next season, which is the only reason why we’re even here.”

You glance back at Carlos, who’s working the room with maddening confidence. “So, he’s basically Rally’s Verstappen?” you ask, your curiosity slipping out before you can stop it.

Charles gives you a look. “Don’t.”

“What?” you say, feigning innocence. “I’m just asking.”

“You’re not just asking,” he counters, his eyes narrowing. “I know that look. That’s the ‘who’s that guy, and how do I make him notice me’ look.”

“Excuse me,” you scoff, turning to face him fully. “I do not have a-”

“Don’t even try to deny it,” he interrupts, holding up a hand. “I’ve seen you use it. Monaco. Italy. That time in Barcelona with-”

“Alright!” you hiss, your face heating. “Fine. Maybe I’m curious. He’s… magnetic.”

Charles rolls his eyes. “Yeah, well, magnets also attract negative things. Stay away from him.”

You smirk, leaning a little closer. “What’s the matter, Charles? Afraid I’ll charm him?”

“No,” he says flatly. “I’m afraid he’ll charm you. And then I’ll have to deal with whatever disaster follows.”

“Relax,” you drawl, giving him a playful nudge. “I’m not that easy to charm.”

“Yeah, sure,” Charles mutters, clearly unconvinced. “Just don’t do that thing where you get all… wide-eyed and clever. Guys like him eat that up.”

You’re about to respond when you feel it— a gaze.

You glance up, and there it is.

Carlos’s eyes are on you. It’s brief, almost imperceptible, but it sends a spark down your spine.

Charles notices instantly. His grip on your shoulder tightens. “Don’t,” he warns again, his voice low and dangerous.

“I didn’t do anything!” you protest, trying to suppress a smile.

“Exactly. And you’re not going to,” he says, steering you toward the opposite end of the room like a bouncer removing an unruly guest. “We’re going to stand over here, away from trouble.”

You laugh, unable to help yourself. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“And you’re being predictable,” he shoots back, his jaw tight. “Trust me, mon cher, you don’t want to play with fire.”

You glance over your shoulder, catching one last glimpse of Carlos as Charles practically barricades you with his presence. “You know,” you murmur, smirking, “sometimes you’re more fun when you’re not acting like dad.”

Charles glares at you. “And sometimes, you’re less annoying when you don’t flirt with people I don't even want to see once in my lifetime.”

“The fact that they annoy you is half the fun,” you say sweetly, earning a groan from him.

“God help me,” he mutters, dragging a hand through his hair. “You’re going to kill me one day, I swear.”

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“Alright, sœur,” Charles says as he adjusts the cuffs of his tuxedo. “I need to head out for some Ferrari business. Do not make me regret leaving you alone.”

You raise an eyebrow, sipping your cocktail with mock innocence. “Charles, please. What trouble could I possibly get into in a room full of racing legends and corporate sponsors?”

He levels you with a look so sharp it could shave ice. “I have seen you talk your way out of detention, past bouncers, and into a free round of drinks on three separate continents. You are a wildcard, sœur.”

“Flattering,” you reply, setting your glass down. “But seriously, I’ll be fine. I’ll stay right here by the bar, sipping my little fruity drink, not bothering anyone.”

“Promise me,” Charles says, and his tone is so dead serious you have to bite back a laugh.

“Promise,” you reply solemnly, holding up three fingers. “Scout’s honor.”

Charles doesn’t look convinced. “No cocktails that magically refill themselves.”

“Understood.”

“No sneaking out the back to avoid small talk.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“And absolutely, under no circumstances, are you to talk to Carlos Sainz.”

At this, you can’t help but grin. “Ah, so we’re naming names now.”

“I mean it,” Charles says, leaning in closer, his voice dropping. “He’s not for you. He's the kind of guy that makes people do stupid things.”

You tilt your head, amused. “Are you warning me or complimenting him?”

Charles groans as he steps back, hands on his hips, his expression a mix of concern and mild irritation. If he had a clipboard, you’re pretty sure he’d be writing up a contract for you to sign in blood just so he can rest easier.

“Alright,” he says. “Repeat it back to me. What are the rules?”

You sigh, adjusting the strap of your too-tight dress. “Charles, I’m not five-”

“Rules.” His tone is firm, his eyes narrowing like he’s daring you to argue.

You roll your eyes but indulge him anyway. “I will stay here, I won’t get drunk, and I will absolutely not talk to Carlos Sainz.”

“And?”

You blink. “And… I won’t commit arson?”

He glares at you, unimpressed. “You won’t look at Carlos Sainz.”

“Charles-”

“Not even a glance. Not even one of those polite ‘oh, I accidentally made eye contact across the room’ things. Nothing. He doesn’t exist to you. Got it?”

You try to keep a straight face but fail miserably. “What happens if he sneezes near me? Do I ignore that too? Should I call security?”

“Sœur, this is not a joke,” he huffs, his hands moving to your shoulders like he can physically shake the mischief out of you. “Carlos is… he’s trouble.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Trouble? Or, like, annoyingly charming?”

“Both!” Charles exclaims, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “And don’t give me that look. I’ve seen what happens when you’re around guys like him. You think they’re all charming smiles and nice suits, and then next thing I know, you’re calling me to help you get out of some ridiculous situation-”

“I called you one time,” you interrupt. “And that was because the guy had a pet snake, and I panicked!”

“And who ended up having to rescue you from the snake guy?”

“Okay, fine, you made your point,” you mutter, crossing your arms. “I won’t talk to Carlos. Happy?”

“No,” Charles says flatly. “But I have to leave anyway. Ferrari’s calling.”

“Wow,” you deadpan. “Abandoning your defenseless sister in the lion’s den. What a hero.”

He leans in close, his eyes locked on yours. “I’m serious. Stay here, don’t drink too much, and if you see Carlos coming, you run.”

“Run? In this dress? Are you kidding me?”

“Figure it out,” he snaps, pressing a quick kiss to your temple before walking off. He glances over his shoulder twice—twice—as if expecting to catch you breaking a rule the moment he’s out of earshot, before narrowing his eyes at a man who isn’t even Carlos but looked at you for half a second too long.

You wait until he’s fully gone before exhaling in relief.

“Bossy, isn’t he?”

The voice is smooth, warm, and laced with amusement. You glance to your left and—of course— it’s Carlos Sainz.

You freeze, your brother’s voice echoing in your head like a siren: Run.

RUN.

“I was beginning to think he’d never leave,” Carlos adds, a mischievous grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You blink at him, momentarily caught off guard. “You were… waiting for him to leave?”

“Only because he kept looking at me like I’d stolen his wallet,” Carlos replies, leaning casually against the bar. “Or his car. Or his sister.”

You open your mouth to respond but close it again, realizing there’s no good way to play this off. “He’s just… protective.”

Carlos chuckles, his eyes scanning your face with a kind of slow, deliberate curiosity. “I noticed. So, did you make him that promise? No drinks, no sneaking out, no talking to me?”

“Absolutely not,” you say, deadpan. “I told him I’d only talk to the nice drivers.”

Carlos clutches his chest like you’ve just shot him. “Ouch. Harsh.”

“I’m just being polite,” you say, your lips twitching into a smile.

“Well,” he replies, leaning closer, his voice dropping slightly, “if this is you being polite, I think I would very much like to see what happens when you are not.”

You laugh despite yourself, shaking your head. “You’re trouble.”

He grins wider. “So I have heard.”

You glance around, half-expecting Charles to materialize out of thin air and haul you away, but thankfully, the coast is clear. “If Charles sees us talking…”

“I will tell him I was complimenting his suit,” Carlos says, completely unbothered.

“Complimenting his suit?”

“It is the diplomatic approach,” he says with a shrug. “Besides, I am not here to talk about your brother.”

You feel your cheeks heat slightly but manage to keep your tone light. “Oh? And what are you here to talk about?”

Carlos tilts his head, considering. “I was going to ask what you are drinking. But now I am more curious about what it takes to make you smile like that.”

You blink at him, caught completely off guard. “Like what?”

“Like you have just outsmarted someone,” he says, his grin softening.

You narrow your eyes playfully. “Flattery won’t get you anywhere.”

“Likely not,” he admits. Carlos leans against the bar, his grin firmly in place, the picture of someone who knows they’re being just a bit too charming for their own good. “Alright then,” he says, folding his arms casually, “if flattery is off the table, will you take honesty?”

You arch a brow, intrigued despite yourself. “Honesty? Bold move. Let’s hear it.”

He tilts his head, pretending to think. “Honestly… I do not think I have ever seen someone look so uncomfortable in such an expensive dress.”

Your mouth falls open in mock offense. “Excuse me?”

“You look stunning,” he says quickly, his voice dropping just enough to make your stomach flip, “but also like you are plotting the designer’s bankruptcy for making it impossible to sit down without no strategy.”

You try to fight the grin tugging at your lips, but it’s hopeless. “That obvious?”

“Painfully.” He gestures toward your drink. “That is why you are sticking to cocktails, am I wrong? Easier to hold when you cannot sit.”

“First of all,” you say, narrowing your eyes, “I’ll have you know this dress is art. Secondly, yes, it’s also a medieval torture device.”

Carlos laughs, the sound warm and rich. “I knew it. You should have gone for something more comfortable. Like a race suit.”

“Oh, sure,” you say dryly. “Nothing screams elegance like fireproof overalls.”

He raises a brow, amused. “I pull it off, no?”

“Debatable.”

Carlos gasps, hand to his chest. “You wound me.”

“Maybe you deserve it,” you tease, swirling your drink. “Coming over here and making fun of my dress. Bold move for a guy who was scared of my brother five minutes ago.”

“I was not scared,” Carlos protests, though his grin gives him away. “I was being… strategic. Big difference.”

“Strategic?”

“Of course. If I had approached with him still here, I would not have had a chance to make you laugh like this.”

You blink, caught off guard by the way his words land. Playful, sure, but with just enough sincerity to make your heart skip a beat. You glance down at your drink to recover. “You really don’t give up, do you?”

“Not when it is worth it,” he replies smoothly.

You roll your eyes, though you’re still smiling. “You know, Charles warned me about you.”

Carlos leans in slightly, his voice lowering conspiratorially. “Did he, now? What did he say?”

“That you’re trouble.”

He grins, clearly delighted. “Smart man, your brother.”

You laugh softly, shaking your head. “I’m starting to think he undersold it.”

Carlos’s gaze lingers on you for a moment, his smile softening. “And yet, here you are. Still talking to me.”

“Out of politeness,” you counter, though your tone is anything but serious.

“Ah, of course,” he says, nodding solemnly. “Politeness. Nothing else.”

Before you can respond, a familiar figure catches your eye— Charles, weaving his way back through the crowd, his sharp gaze already scanning the room.

Carlos notices too.

He straightens slightly, his grin turning almost boyish. “Looks like the bodyguard is back.”

You feel a pang of panic and glance at Carlos. “You should probably go before he-”

He holds up a hand, cutting you off with a wink. “Relax.”

Before you can protest, he pulls a small card from his pocket and slides it across the bar toward you. “Call me sometime. You know, if you ever need a break from all the rules.”

Your eyes widen, and you stare at the card like it’s going to combust. “Are you serious right now?”

“Deadly,” he says, stepping back with an easy confidence that somehow makes the gesture feel entirely natural.

You glance back toward Charles, who’s getting closer. “You’re insane.”

“Very likely,” Carlos agrees, his grin never wavering. “But you are smiling again, so I will take my chances.”

With that, he turns and disappears into the crowd just as Charles arrives, his expression immediately suspicious.

“You’re… red,” Charles says, narrowing his eyes at you. “Why are you red?”

“I’m not red,” you reply quickly, tucking the card into your clutch before he can notice.

“You are definitely red.” His eyes scan the room like he’s searching for a culprit. “Did someone talk to you? Was it-” He cuts himself off, his jaw tightening. “It was him, wasn’t it?”

“Who?” you ask, feigning innocence.

Charles groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I leave you alone for ten minutes-”

“Nothing happened!” you say, cutting him off before he can spiral. “I stayed in place, I didn’t get drunk, and I absolutely did not talk with Carlos Sainz.”

Charles glares at you for a long moment, clearly unconvinced. “If I find out you’re lying…”

“You won’t,” you assure him, fighting to keep your expression neutral.

Charles mutters something in French under his breath, his protective instincts still on high alert. But for now, he seems to let it go.

You take a deep breath, trying not to think about the card burning a metaphorical hole in your clutch.

Trouble, indeed.

—

The next evening, you’re sitting on the edge of the couch in the hotel you're staying in for the week, the card in your hand like a magnet pulling your thoughts.

Carlos Sainz Jr.

His name, elegant and bold, hovers just above a phone number.

You’ve been staring at it for an hour, maybe two.

It’s reckless. You know exactly where this could lead. But after weeks of licking your wounds post-breakup, maybe reckless is what you need.

You grab your phone, dial the number, and press call before you can second-guess yourself.

The line rings twice before you hear his smooth, amused voice. “Did not expect you to actually call. Could you not resist me after all?”

You snort, leaning back in your chair. “You’re lucky I was bored.”

“Boredom. My favorite reason to hear from someone,” he says, the grin practically audible. “Let me guess, you are curious too?”

“A little bit.”

“Well, what are you curious about then? My irresistible charm? Perhaps my car collection?”

“How you manage to stay humble, obviously,” you deadpan, sinking back into the cushions.

Carlos laughs, warm and easy. “Touché. So, to what do I owe the honor of your time?”

“Honor?” you repeat, grinning despite yourself. “You’re laying it on thick, Sainz.”

��Is it working?” he teases.

“Not even a little.”

“Well that just breaks my heart,” he says, the amusement still lacing his voice. “So, what’s the plan? Coffee? A five-course dinner? A museum? A chess tournament, maybe?”

“Very funny.” You can’t help but roll your eyes.

He chuckles. “Not doing it for you? Then.. how about something a little more… fun?”

You pause, caught off guard by the openness of the invitation. He clearly doesn't shy away from what he wants. “Define ‘fun.’”

“Well, that depends,” he replies. “Do you like questionable choices?”

You laugh lightly, your shoulders relaxing. “That’s vague enough to sound both exciting and mildly concerning.”

“Only if you're afraid of a little adventure,” he says. “So, what do you say? Feel like breaking a rule or two tonight?”

It’s tempting, more than you care to admit. After the mess of your last relationship, something casual, something fun, feels like exactly what you need.

No strings, no complications, just one night where you don’t have to overthink.

“Fine,” you say before you can change your mind. “But if it’s boring, I’m blaming you.”

Carlos chuckles, confidence palpable even over the phone. “Deal. I’ll pick you up at ten. Wear something you can run in just in case.”

“Run?” you repeat, half-laughing. “What are we doing, robbing a bank?”

“Not unless you want to,” he quips. “Pick you at nine?”

“Make it ten,” you counter.

“Perfect,” he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. “I’ll see you then.”

At exactly 10 p.m., you step out of your building to find him leaning against a sleek black car, his arms crossed casually over his chest. He looks up as you approach, his grin lighting up the cool night.

“Punctual,” he says, straightening. “I like that.”

“Don’t get too excited. I had to pull some serious James Bond moves just to get down here without getting caught.”

Carlos raises an eyebrow, his grin already threatening to take over his face. “You had to sneak out? Please tell me this involved climbing out a window, a grappling hook, or at least a dramatic roll through the bushes.”

“Dial it back, Hollywood,” you shoot back, rolling your eyes. “Charles is in the same hotel, so I had to wait until he was distracted. Then it was all service elevators and a full-on sprint through the lobby. Not my proudest moment.”

Carlos lets out a laugh that’s so loud it practically echoes. “A sprint? In heels? I would’ve paid to see that. Did you also hurdle over a concierge desk? Maybe slap on a disguise?”

“Oh, sure,” you say dryly. “I borrowed a waiter’s tuxedo, grabbed a martini tray, and dramatically whispered, ‘The eagle has landed’ into my nonexistent earpiece. Happy?”

Carlos is practically wheezing now. “God, I love this. The mental image alone is worth every risk of me getting yelled at by Charles later.”

“Glad my suffering is your entertainment,” you grumble, though you can’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.

“It’s not suffering,” he teases, opening the passenger door with a flourish. “It’s resourcefulness. And it’s sexy, honestly. Nothing like a woman who can evade capture.”

Sliding into the car, you’re greeted by the smell of leather and something distinctly spicy- his cologne, no doubt.

You buckle your seatbelt with a sigh. “Let’s just hope Charles doesn’t find out. I don’t need another lecture about ‘dangerous distractions.’”

Carlos rounds the car and slides into the driver’s seat, shooting you an amused look. “Dangerous distractions? That is what he calls me?”

“Paraphrased,” you say, tilting your head. “But yeah, you’re not exactly his favorite person.”

Carlos starts the car, the low rumble of the engine filling the air. “Dangerous, distracting… mysterious? I mean, he is not wrong, no?”

“Sure, if you consider reckless confidence a mystery,” you deadpan, smirking.

The car glides through the streets, city lights flickering like distant stars. Soft music hums in the background, but it’s the easy rhythm of his laugh that keeps drawing your attention.

“So,” you say, breaking the silence, “do you make a habit of this? Sweeping women off their feet with late-night escapades and mediocre charm?”

Carlos glances at you, his grin widening. “Define habit.”

“Something you do as often as breathing, blinking, or inflating your ego,” you reply, deadpan.

He chuckles, one hand leaving the wheel to gesture grandly. “First of all, I don’t charm everyone. I have standards. Second, I don’t see you as a stranger. More like… a riddle wrapped in an enigma wrapped in—”

“Don’t say mystery,” you cut in, groaning.

“Fine,” he says, smirking. “A challenge. And I love challenges.”

You arch a brow. “So what you’re saying is, I’m a Rubik’s Cube in heels?”

“Exactly,” he says, like it’s the highest compliment he could ever give someone.

“Oh, well, as long as I’m colorful and frustrating,” you reply, rolling your eyes.

Carlos grins. “And completely irresistible.”

“Please tell me that’s not your go-to line,” you say, pinching the bridge of your nose in mock despair.

“Of course not,” he huffs, mock-offended. “My go-to line is, ‘Hi, I’m Carlos. Are you French? Because Eiffel for you.’”

You practically choke on your laugh. “That’s horrible. That’s, like, pick-up line rock bottom.”

“Rock bottom?” he echoes, feigning shock. “No way. It works every time.”

“Oh, I’m sure it does.” You shake your head. “On toddlers and tourists.”

“Hey,” he says, pointing a finger at you. “It worked on you, didn’t it?”

“Absolutely not,” you say, your laugh betraying you. “I’m here despite you, not because of you.”

Carlos smirks, his voice dripping with mischief. “Keep telling yourself that, mastermind. But I know the truth- you couldn’t resist the ‘dangerous distraction.’”

You groan, sinking further into your seat. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you,” he says, shooting you a quick, playful glance, “are having the time of your life, admit it.”

For once, you’re not entirely sure he’s wrong.

The car eventually pulls into the driveway of a sleek, modern hotel, its lights gleaming against the night sky.

You turn to Carlos, raising a skeptical brow, putting on your best impression of someone highly offended as he parks in front of the gleaming hotel. “So, this was the plan all along? Fancy hotel, late-night charm, and then…?”

You don’t even have to finish the sentence because his grin, the one that’s already halfway to insufferable, answers for him.

“And then what?” he fires back, leaning one arm against the steering wheel like he’s posing for a GQ article.

“You know exactly what,” you say, narrowing your eyes dramatically.

Carlos gasps, clutching his chest like you’ve just insulted his entire family tree. “Wow. So that’s where your mind went? I bring you here for the view and the ambiance, and you’re already casting me as the villain? Shame on you.”

“Oh, please,” you reply, fighting to keep your laugh in check. “I’m just cutting to the chase. Save us both the trouble.”

Carlos turns to face you and nothing in his face says he's particularly ashamed to admit his intentions. “Look, I could tell you some noble story about how I just wanted to show you the city from a better perspective.”

“But?” you prompt, raising a brow and you cover a laugh when he tuts at your impatience.

“But, I figured you’re too smart for that,” he admits with a shrug. “So yes, I brought you here thinking we would share a night.”

Your stomach flips at the sheer confidence of his answer, but you force the neutral expression to stay. “Bold of you to assume I’d even be interested.”

Carlos leans in slightly, voice dropping to something softer, teasing. “Oh, I’m sorry. Should I have taken the whole ‘call me’ thing as you wanting to discuss philosophy?”

He leans in, smirk turning positively dangerous. “Plus. Trouble’s half the fun, is it not?”

“Yeah, well, I’m not paying for room service if this whole charade involves a well-rehearsed speech,” you shoot back, unbuckling your seatbelt.

“Speech?” he echoes, already stepping out of the car and coming around to your side. He opens your door with an exaggerated bow that is far too ridiculous to be charming but it manages to be anyway. “If I were planning a speech, it would be Oscar-worthy. Full drama, perhaps a soundtrack. But alas, I left my tuxedo at home.”

“Shame,” you deadpan, stepping out. “A tux might’ve added some credibility.”

Carlos shrugs before gently taking your hand. “M’lady, allow me to escort you to… whatever this is.”

“You’re laying it on a little thick, don’t you think?” you say, stepping out.

“Thick is how I do everything,” he replies. “Thick charm, thick dessert layers.. Thick..”

He trails off, wiggling his eyebrows.

You groan, unable to help yourself. “Are you 13, Sainz?”

“Going on 30.”

The elevator ride is like a high-stakes staring contest, except Carlos is clearly cheating by smirking every time you glance his way.

He leans against the wall like a man who’s never faced consequences in his life, while you remain firmly committed to ignoring him.

“I could get used to this silence,” he finally says, breaking it. “Very... peaceful.”

You don’t even look at him. “If you wanted peaceful, Carlos, you picked the wrong girl.”

His laugh echoes in the small space, low and entirely too confident.

—

The suite is jaw-droppingly beautiful, the kind of place you’d expect to see in a movie where the protagonist definitely can’t afford it.

Floor-to-ceiling windows frame a cityscape so gorgeous it feels like you’ve just walked into a tourism campaign.

Even Charles doesn't splurge this much on hotels. Much less hotels to spend a one-night stand in.

“Alright,” you admit grudgingly as you step onto the balcony. “This is… adequate.”

Carlos sidles up beside you, resting his elbows on the railing. “Adequate? Adequate? That’s like calling the Mona Lisa ‘a decent sketch.’”

“Relax, da Vinci,” you reply. “It’s a view, not the eighth wonder of the world.”

He shakes his head in mock dismay. “Do you have any idea how hard it was to book this place? I practically had to arm-wrestle a guy named Greg for it. Poor man is probably crying into his budget tiramisu right now.”

You snort, folding your arms. “I hope Greg writes an angry Yelp review. ‘Carlos stole my room and ruined my tiramisu dreams.’”

“Hey, I was thinking of your happiness,” Carlos counters, gesturing grandly to the suite. “You should be thanking me.”

“Oh, thank you, generous benefactor, for saving me from the horror of Greg’s tiramisu,” you deadpan, though your lips twitch toward a smile.

Carlos taps his fingers on the table like he’s just cracked the da Vinci code wide open. “Boom! A smile! My evil plan is working.”

You squint at him, feigning shock. “You have an evil plan?”

“Obviously,” he says. “I am a professional at this stuff. There’s a whole spreadsheet.”

“Spreadsheets? Really? What’s in Column A? ‘Step one: tiramisu. Step two: convince her I’m worth her time’?”

“Not quite,” Carlos waves a hand as though dismissing your obvious lack of understanding. “Step two is actually ‘compliment her taste in balcony design.’”

You roll your eyes. “Well, in that case, I’ll have to charge you for emotional damages.”

Carlos grins, taking out his phone with an easy flick of his hand. “No need to worry, it’s all part of the strategy. Tiramisu’s on the way, and my evil plan is flawless.”

You cross your arms and step away from the window, keeping your eyes locked on his. “Define ‘flawless,’” you tease, your voice sharp with mock suspicion.

Carlos steps closer, smirking like a man on a mission. “Flawless enough that it is guaranteed to work on you.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Oh really?”

His eyes flicker to your lips, and suddenly the air between you feels warmer. “Really,” he murmurs, his voice lower now, teasing with the kind of certainty that makes your heart do a little flip.

“You’re not really gonna make me wait for that tiramisu, are you?” You ask, leaning in just a little, challenging him with a smile that’s all confidence and mischief.

Carlos doesn’t even flinch.

In fact, he takes a step closer, his fingers brushing your wrist with a too-easy familiarity. “Greg can have it.”

Your breath catches as his forehead comes to rest against yours.

“Do I have your consent to skip to the good part?” he whispers, hand brushing against your waist, lingering for your permission. “I promise I’ll wine and dine you next time.”

You can’t help but smile, and he mirrors it, that same knowing look in his eyes.

Both of you know there's not going to be a next time. This is it.

Carlos leans in, just close enough for you to feel the heat of his breath on your skin. "I mean it. Next time, you get the full treatment.”

You smirk. "No need to get romantic. We both know that's a lie.”

For a split second, he doesn’t answer.

Then he shrugs, as if he’s made peace with the fleeting nature of this whole thing. "Yeah, probably," he admits, not at all shy.

The world is big and messy. Tomorrow, you'll wake up with responsibilities, regrets, maybe even some bruised pride.

But not tonight.

Not in this room.

You lean in, the air thick with anticipation, and that's all it takes.

Carlos surges forward, catching you off guard with how quickly he takes the lead. His hands cradle your face like it’s something precious, his fingers spreading across your jaw with a touch so warm and careful it makes your chest tighten.

For a moment, everything goes still.

The absurdity of it all melts away as you sink into the kiss, soft and electric all at once.

The heat of him consumes you, the world blurring into nothing but Carlos and the way he tastes. Sweet, intoxicating, and just a little messy. Lips collide, teeth graze, and the rhythm is anything but steady, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

Carlos moves the two of you toward the bed, gently backing you up until your knees hit the mattress. His dark eyes shine with a playfulness that’s new to you, and he can’t help the grin tugging at his lips when you let out the softest gasp as you fall back against the pillows.

He leans over you, his fingers already searching for the zipper of your dress. His lips brush your ear as he murmurs, “Strip for me, baby.”

You’re hesitant for a beat, cheeks flushing pink, but then you comply, your movements shy but determined as you step out of your dress. Carlos watches, captivated, as if seeing you like this is the most enchanting thing in the world.

“God, you’re so cute,” he says, his voice filled with awe and a touch of amusement.

The moment your bra joins the pile of discarded clothing, his hand reaches behind you, fingers deftly undoing the clasp with a practiced flick of his wrist.

“Done this before?” you tease softly, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

Carlos chuckles, his grin widening. “Maybe once or twice.”

His hands cup your breasts gently, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks. The way your body trembles under his touch makes his chest ache with affection. He dips his head, lips wrapping around a nipple, his tongue swirling teasingly as his eyes meet yours.

The little sounds you make are almost too much for him. Every gasp, every whimper, every squirm beneath him sends his heart racing.

“Still okay?” he asks softly, his voice tinged with concern.

You nod quickly, your expression so earnest and trusting it makes his chest swell. “Yeah,” you whisper, your voice trembling but sure.

Carlos smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead before trailing his hand down your body, his fingertips brushing over your stomach, then your thighs. He hooks his fingers into your panties, sliding them down your legs with an almost reverent care.

“You’re so wet, cariño,” he murmurs, his voice low and filled with wonder. His fingers trail through your slick folds, teasing lightly before pressing against your clit in soft, deliberate circles.

The way your body arches, the quiet, desperate whimpers spilling from your lips—it’s almost too adorable for him to handle.

He pauses, bringing a finger to his lips and sucking your taste off it with a hum of satisfaction. “I’m going to go down on you,” he says, his voice steady but tinged with anticipation. “Let me take care of you, hmm?”

You whine, covering your face with your hands, clearly embarrassed, but Carlos just chuckles, his heart melting at how cute you are.

“Look at me,” he coaxes gently, his tone soft but firm.

When you peek at him through your fingers, your nose scrunching slightly, he grins. “Good girl.”

The shudder that runs through you at his words doesn’t go unnoticed, and he files that reaction away for later.

He shifts, settling between your thighs before shouldering your knees apart, taking a moment to admire your glistening cunt, flushed and swollen with desire.

Carlos is aching in the confines of his jeans, hard and dripping precum into his boxers, but that can wait.

It’s going to wait.

"So beautiful," he breathes, his fingertips barely grazing the sensitive flesh as he spreads you open for his hungry gaze. “Mierda..”

His eyes follow a drop of come that escapes your clenching cunt, enraptured. He smears it along your clit, relishing in the way your body jerks up on the bed.

Leaning in, he drags the flat of his tongue up your slit in one slow deliberate lick, savoring.

"Mmmm..I could spend hours worshipping this pretty little cunt.” Carlos hums, his eyes fluttering shut. The taste of you, sweet and heady, has him groaning softly.

Your body responds instinctively, your back arching as you clutch at the sheets, soft cries spilling from your lips.

He repeats the motion before he can even think about it, tongue flicking across your clit.

He does that a few more times before shifting, grimacing as his covered bulge rubs against the mattress.

Carlos flicks over the bundle of nerves, then wraps his arms around your legs, lifting them from where they're settled and placing them above his shoulders. He spreads your lips, and then gets started.

“Fuck!” You gasp, back arching as you scramble for purchase, sanity fraying with every plunge of his tongue inside of you.

He seals his lips around your clit and suckles gently, flicking the tip of his tongue rapidly over the sensitive bud.

“I'm- Ah! Oh god, oh shi-it..- Please..” You're not quite sure what you're begging for. All you know is that you're going to die if Carlos stops.

"I'm gonna put in a finger, okay?" Carlos asks, looking up at you for your permission.

Usually, he’s not big on communication, not because he dislikes it, but because he’s rarely found it to be necessary.

But now, here you are, putting on a brave face and quietly defying your brother for the night.

He finds himself pleasantly surprised to enjoy the opportunity to guide you through it.

He grins when you nearly weep in relief.

"Yes, god yes..”

"Just tell me if anything feels uncomfortable.”

He circles your entrance for a moment, placing a kiss on your clit for the sake of it before slowly sinking a finger inside your slick heat.

He waits till your hips start shifting, seeking some sort of friction, before pumping them in a steady rhythm, his palm grazing your clit with each pass.

You’re tight, walls clenching down on just one of his fingers but your wetness makes it a little more easy to slide inside.

He gives a few slow pumps, checking your reaction, before picking up the pace and licking at your clit again.

You’re starting to make a mess, dripping down onto the sheets, and he wonders just how wet he can get you. Will you drip? Will you leak? Will you squirt?

"There we go.." Carlos praises, his words vibrating against your sensitive flesh.

“One more?”

You nod eagerly.

“Words, cariño,” he chides softly, his lips quirking into a playful smile.

“Y-Yes, please, Carlos,” you manage, your voice trembling but eager.

“There’s my good girl,” he praises again.

A shiver runs through you again and he grins, pushing back in with two fingers. Your face twists at the intrusion for just a moment before your hazy eyes are back on him, nodding as you catch his silent question.

Carlos curls his fingers slightly, stroking that spongy patch high on your front wall, easily finding your g-spot in another second as he tilts the angle of his wrist and your jaw drops, eyes widening.

"Oh mon dieu, don't- don't- stop-” you sob.

He laughs, has half the mind to tease but decides to do as you ask and make better use of his mouth by sucking on your clit again.

Your juices gush around his pistoning fingers as he feels your silken walls clamp down on the invasion, rippling and squeezing him in their velvety grip.

Carlos doesn't let up even as you try to squirm away from him, feet planted on his shoulders and trying to push him off your pussy.

He only growls, drags you closer to his mouth, his wicked tongue working your throbbing clit furiously.

"Yes, yes, that's it, let it all out for me," he coaxes between slurping kisses to your twitching sex. "Soak my face. Come on. Know you're close, baby.”

Carlos massages that spot inside you that has your toes curling, and the noises your wet pussy is making are completely obscene, seem to echo in the room.

“Wait-” a panicked wail leaves your lips but Carlos is too far gone, gulping for air as he replaces his tongue with his hand, the red and swollen bud of your clit rubbing against the rapid back and forth of his palm.

But Carlos doesn’t stop, too caught up in the sudden gush of fluid from your body.

His determined ministrations, almost frantic now, send droplets scattering across the bed and even onto his face.

You gasp at the mess, cheeks flushing as you take in the drenched state of his light blue button-up. "Oh my god, I’m so sorry-"

Carlos pauses, sitting up slightly as he glances down at his drenched shirt. For a moment, you think he might be upset, but then he grins. A slow, lazy, thoroughly pleased grin that makes your heart skip.

“Sorry?” he echoes, shrugging out of the shirt and tossing it aside. “Baby, don’t apologize for that. That was incredible.”

His hand moves to your cheek, cupping it gently as he brushes his thumb over your flushed skin.

Your eyes dart away, but he tilts your chin up, coaxing you to meet his gaze.

“You’ve never done that before, have you?” he asks softly, his voice filled with warmth and curiosity.

You shake your head, feeling a little bashful. “I didn’t even know I could.”

“Well, now you do,” he murmurs, his grin softening into a fond smile. “And it was beautiful. You were beautiful.”

His words make you blink up at him, your lips parting as if to argue, but the sincerity in his gaze stops you. Instead, a small, shy smile tugs at your lips, and you nod.

Carlos leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead before his lips brush against yours, slow and tender. “Do you trust me to keep going?” he asks quietly, his breath warm against your skin.

Your response is immediate, a soft and eager, “Yes,” escaping your lips as your fingers thread into his hair, holding him close for just a moment longer.

Carlos groans, before pulling back and sliding off you.

His movements are deliberate, gaze flickering to meet yours as he reaches for the waistband of his jeans.

You can’t help but follow his every move, your eyes heavy with anticipation as he tugs the denim down, revealing inch by inch of him.

He steps out of his pants with a casual confidence that makes your pulse race. His smirk deepens as he notices your unabashed stare, the way your gaze lingers. “Enjoying the view?” he teases, his tone rough but playful.

You bite your lip, a shy but knowing smile creeping onto your face. “Maybe,” you admit softly, your voice laced with just enough mischief to make him chuckle.

“Well, then let’s make sure you enjoy the rest, too,” he says, removing his boxers.

As he does, his erection comes into full view, thick and heavy and already leaking precum at the tip.

Your eyes widen as you take in the impressive sight, a rush of fresh arousal surging through you.

You breathe out, trying to compose yourself. You chance a glance at him and he meets your eyes, nodding his head.

Your fingers wrap around Carlos’ wrist, pulling him back to the bed with a surprising determination that has him raising a brow.

Before he can say a word, you’ve moved between his legs, your intentions clear. Carlos barely has time to process what’s happening before his breath hitches.

“Fuck.”

Your warm, wet mouth enveloping his cock sends a jolt of pleasure straight through him and his eyes nearly roll back.

You move deliberately, letting your tongue glide along his length before pulling back to focus on his tip, swirling and teasing in a way that has Carlos groaning low in his throat.

His hands find their way to the back of your head, resting there more for balance than control, though he murmurs praises that tumble out unbidden.

"That's it, baby, just like that," he breathes, his voice rough with restraint. "Good girl… Fuck, you're such a good girl."

That last phrase draws a muffled moan from you, the vibrations traveling through him like a shockwave, making his stomach clench.

He can’t stop the thought that flashes through his mind— such a good fucking girl.

You find a rhythm, bobbing steadily while your hand works what your mouth doesn’t reach.

Each flick of your tongue over the sensitive underside of his cock has him twitching, a breathy curse escaping when you take him deeper, testing your limits

The warmth and pressure make his head spin, but when your eyes meet his, wide and glimmering with mischief, Carlos feels his control slipping.

"Shit-" he gasps, the sensation overwhelming as he feels the tip of himself graze the back of your throat.

The way your tongue works at the base sends a spike of pleasure so sharp, balls tightening, that Carlos has to act fast, pulling you off with a groan before he cums before even fucking you.

You look up at him, lips swollen and cheeks flushed, a glimmer of satisfaction in your expression.

A thin line of saliva clings to your chin, and you swipe it away casually, your grin both coy and triumphant.

"Holy fuck," he breathes out, running a hand over his face.

It's all the warning you get before he grabs you, flipping your positions in one swift motion so he’s above you again, his body crowding yours.

“Where'd a pretty little thing like you learn how to suck cock like that, huh?”

Your grin doesn’t falter as you murmur, “Wouldn’t you like to know.

Carlos smirks, leaning down close enough that his breath brushes against your skin. He murmurs, voice dark with promise, “let’s see what else you can do."

Carlos leans over you, his hands bracketing your sides as he captures your lips in a slow, heated kiss.

Pulling back just enough to speak, his voice drops to a low, husky murmur. “Dios mío, I can’t wait to fuck you...”

You’re breathless, your lips parted and your gaze heavy-lidded, but there’s a spark of challenge in your tone as you manage to say, “Then do it.”

His eyes darken as he takes in your defiance. “Oh, don’t worry, cariño,” he says. “I will.”

Carlos pulls a condom from beneath the pillow with a sly grin, ignoring your quiet laugh.

He makes quick work of rolling the latex sheath down his length. Making sure you see just so you don't feel uneasy about it.

Reaching for a bottle of lube that he'd asked the hotel staff to leave in the bedside drawer, he opens the cap slowly.

He notices the quizzical look in your eyes and addresses the unspoken question with a shrug. "Just to be safe. Better overdone than under, eh?”

Carlos lubes up his fingers thoroughly before reaching down to massage your slick folds.

His fingers trace teasing circles around your entrance, dipping in just enough to feel you flutter and squeeze, like you’re already trying to pull him closer. It’s almost too cute how your body responds, eager and impatient.

As Carlos begins to press in, the head of his cock breaching your tight entrance, your features twist in the most adorable way, your brows pinching together, lips parting slightly as you adjust. He can’t help but marvel at how perfect you look, even like this.

He exhales sharply, trying to stifle a groan.

Carlos isn’t usually the type to get too vocal, but the way you feel is making it impossible to hold back.

“Shhh, relax for me, amor,” he murmurs, his voice soft and reassuring.

One hand strokes soothing circles on your lower back while the other cups your cheek, his thumb brushing against your flushed skin.

He’s trying to be patient, gentle, because he doesn’t want to rush you, doesn’t want to miss a single moment of this.

He pauses whenever your expression tightens, his eyes fixed on you like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever seen.

The way you wriggle your hips a little, trying to get used to him, only makes his heart clench. You’re trying so hard for him, to take his cock, and it’s impossibly endearing.

Finally, you nod, your voice a soft whisper. “Okay… Okay, you can move.”

Carlos doesn’t need to be told twice.

He starts slow, his movements careful and deliberate, as if he’s afraid of breaking something fragile. Each sound you make, the tiny gasps, the way you breathe his name, sends a shiver through him.

He's going to be obsessed with you if you keep it up.

The way your back arches beneath him, how your hands cling to his shoulders, and the soft “oh” that slips from your lips when he pushes a little deeper. All of it makes him want to be drunk with you.

When he’s as far as he can go, he pauses, watching your face, his voice laced with affection and just a hint of smugness. “Never been this full?”

You shake your head, biting your lip in that shy way, your hips shifting against him instinctively.

He chuckles softly, starting to move again, his pace slow and steady at first. But as you begin to meet his thrusts, matching him perfectly, he picks up speed, his movements more purposeful.

Each deliberate snap of his hips pulls the sweetest, most melodic sounds from you, soft gasps and little whimpers that only spur him on.

You’re perfect. So fucking cute.

The slick heat between you makes every movement smooth, though Carlos slips out a couple of times, only to guide himself back in easily.

Your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving faint marks that spur him on, and your cloudy, pleasure-drunk eyes roll back in the most pretty way, making his chest ache with something more than just lust.

“Do you wanna ride me, baby?” he asks, his voice soft but laced with need.

“Y-yeah,” you stammer, your voice trembling as you nod eagerly.

There’s a flicker of shyness in your movements, a hesitation that only makes you more endearing to him.

Even though your limbs are heavy with exhaustion, you don’t hesitate, shifting so Carlos can lie on his back while you straddle him. He watches you with rapt attention, his lips quirking into a small, affectionate smile as you position yourself over him.

His hand wraps around his length, teasing your folds with the head, and he’s utterly mesmerized by the way your lips part, the way you bite down on them as you begin to lower yourself.

Inch by inch, you take him, and he can’t help but think of how you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.

His hands find your hips instinctively, gripping you gently but firmly.

Despite his intention to let you set the pace, his need wins out, and he begins guiding you up and down before you even have a chance to adjust.

A loud, sweet moan escapes your lips as you lean forward, kissing him with an urgency that’s almost too cute for words.

Your teeth tug at his lower lip, making him groan softly, his hands tightening on your waist.

Then you start to move on your own, bouncing on him with a surprising confidence, and your wide, innocent eyes flick up to meet his. Even as the heat radiates from your every motion, there’s something so sweet in the way you look at him, like you’re trying to get his approval.

“Like this?” you slur, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah, just like that,” Carlos breathes, his voice thick and low.

The lewd, wet sounds of your bodies moving together threaten to push him over the edge, but he focuses on the adorable way you’re trying so hard to be good for him.

“You’re so good for me,” he groans, his words spilling out without thought, and the way you whimper in response, your lips parting in a needy gasp, makes his heart race.

You sink down fully, grinding against him, and he watches your expression shift. When you find the perfect angle, your eyes widen in a mix of wonder and surprise, locking onto his like you can’t believe how good it feels.

“Keep going, baby,” he murmurs, his thumb finding your clit and circling it gently, his voice filled with awe. “You’re perfect. So perfect. Let go for me.”

Your movements grow frantic, your fingers digging into his shoulders as your body trembles. Carlos watches in utter fascination as your lips part in a choked whimper, and then you cry out, your release hitting you in waves.

Warmth floods over him, soaking his skin and the sheets beneath, but all he can think about is how beautiful, how absolutely adorable, you are in this moment.

The sight, the sound, the feel of you. It’s too much. Carlos’ grip tightens on your waist as he thrusts upward one last time, his own climax crashing into him.

His body shudders beneath you, his head tipping back as he empties himself completely, groaning your name softly.

When it’s over, you collapse onto his chest, your breaths mingling as both of you struggle to steady yourselves.

Carlos’ hands wander to your lower back, tracing gentle circles near the dimples that make you squirm slightly, a halfhearted giggle escaping your lips.

He chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. The two of you lie there in the quiet, the warmth of each other’s presence wrapping around you like a blanket.

After a long pause, Carlos speaks, his voice filled with playful affection. “You want tiramisu?”

The sleepy laugh you let out is so cute it makes his heart flip, and he knows he’d do anything just to keep hearing it.

The thought makes him sick.

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pre-race rituals

{carlos sainz x fem!reader}

in which carlos has to fuck before a race.

warnings: masturbation mentions, fwb-situation, breast play / body worship, consent exchange & frequent checking in, f!receiving oral, protected sex.

He doesn’t have many superstitions, but he has this one - before every racing weekend, on one of the nights before he flies off to acclimatise to new time zones and weather conditions, he needs to fuck until his brain no longer becomes preoccupied with the race, with the obsessive need to think and ruminate about his strategies, his chances, his future. 

He used to have girlfriends to do this with - to fuck until he’s collapsed into a sweaty, mindless pile - pliant, boneless, wasted. But he’s been single for months now - without a crutch to enact his sacred rituals with. You know this as his roommate: the walls are thin, and at night, you can hear him getting himself off, over and over, until the moans grow from guttural to broken, whimpery. 

But masturbation isn’t exactly the same as fucking - he doesn’t get the same rush when it’s with another person, doesn’t have the same boneless satiety when he’s touching himself. His racing suffers - still podiums aplenty, but nowhere near the dominance he wants. He wants to win everything, every time. 

He knocks on your door the week before he goes to race in Japan, eyes alit with a mischief that tugs at your heartstrings, dressed in a shirt that stretches over his chest enticingly. His hair is damp from his shower, and he smells clean and good, like cut grass after rain. Irresistible - your brain very unhelpfully supplies. You steel yourself against the very tempting picture he presents, trying to focus on the paper you’d been writing. 

He leans against the door frame, arms crossed. The smile that plasters itself all over his face is wholly flirtatious, and you are far, far from immune. 

Without even looking up, you ask, “is there something you need, Carlos? Some of us have actual jobs to do.”

He laughs, but doesn’t take offense. “I’m flying off tomorrow morning,” he says, not answering your question. 

“I know.” You shuffle papers in your hands, keeping your voice neutral, “you wrote it on the fridge calendar.” Not to mention, you’d synced your own calendar with his racing one, and so the notification pops up the week before each race - but Carlos doesn’t need to know that.

Instead of getting to his point, he adds, “Suzuka’s my favourite track, you know.”

“So you’ve said. Multiple times.”

He shifts against the door now - clearly restless. “I really would hate it if I didn’t win there.”

You set your papers down, and make the mistake of glancing up at him - his muscled frame, three-day old stubble, warm eyes that skirt the line of sweet and sultry. You swallow, keeping your composure. “Well then, you better drive fast.” 

He flashes you a wide grin, and your heart thrums with the hyperawareness of how gorgeous he looks. “You know I always do. Just one last piece of the puzzle left to complete, I’m afraid.”

You repress your smile. “Jerking off?”

He hasn’t the decency to look embarrassed. “Was that distracting for you?”

You don’t miss a beat. “Not at all. It’s usually over pretty quick.”

He laughs, and you feel a zip of pleasure roll down your spine. You love making him laugh. “See, this is why I keep you around.”

You lean back in your chair, emboldened by the good humour that easily flits between you two. “And all along I thought it was because you liked my tits.”

He lets his eyes drift down to your chest. “Yeah. That too.”

You allow yourself to take in a good look at him too - the gorgeous frame of his body in his skin-tight shirt that hides absolutely nothing - those biceps, his chest. He’s always been beautiful, too - with his wide grins and free-flowing charm - but with his focus entirely on his racing these last couple of years, and especially with his future on the line next season, Carlos always seemed so unattainable to you. 

Tonight, though, it might all be different. 

You take a deep breath before daring to ask, “why’d you come here tonight, Carlos?”

His eyes drift back up to meet yours, and warmth pools in your belly. You’d drown in those eyes if you could. “Wanted to ask a favour,” he says, “and I think you already know what it is.” When you don’t answer, he smiles even wider, his eyes creasing at the sides. “But you’re gonna make me beg, aren’t you?”

The alternative, you think, would be you begging on your knees, and there really isn’t enough self-deprecation for that. So you nod, and twist towards him in your chair expectantly. 

Carlos’s face morphs into pure delight with the newfound challenge, but he’s slow on the approach, like he’s thinking about how best to round this chicane, strategising how he wants to start this off. He puts a hand on your chair’s armrest, drawing close, and you smell the clean scent of soap that wafts around as he sinks down to his knees, eyes full of mischief as he drags them all over your body in an open survey that gets you hot under your clothes. 

“Please,” he says, in a voice so low that you feel its timbre resonate in the throb between your legs. His knees hit the floor with a subtle little thud, looking right up from his submissive position with his eyes so dark and pleading. “I just need… a little distraction.”

You raise an eyebrow. “And?”

“Well. I wanted to know if you were up for it.” His little smirk shouldn’t be sexy, but it is.

“Up for what?” 

He grins. “I was wondering if you’d be up to let me fuck you… until we both can’t think anymore.” 

It’s not the romantic sort of words that you’d rather he said, but there’s something undeniably sexy about his bluntness, the desire lurking in his beautiful eyes. You reach out to trace fingers across his cheek, feeling him nuzzle into you like a particularly affectionate little kitten. You trail your fingers down, until you can grasp his chin in them, and you feel the hitch in his breath as you grow playfully authoritative with him. “You gonna make me come, Carlos?”

A smile spread across his face, even as he dips into your palm for a tiny kiss - the prospect of this challenge coursing through him. “If you’ll let me, and teach me how.”

You blink at him in pleasant surprise. It’s refreshing, this almost humility he brings to you, on his knees. Not assuming that he’s some sex god in the sheets - equipped with instinctive knowledge about how your body works. He’s eager to learn what you like, eager to make it good for you. 

“Yeah. Okay.” You give him a nod, trying not to seem too earnest, but the way his eyes brighten up at your acquiescence makes your stomach fluttery. 

“Can I kiss you here?” His finger strokes along your arm, and you quickly nod - impatient almost for the feel of his mouth on your skin. “Will you tell me if you like it? Or if you don’t?”

“Yes, Carlos.” You stroke his cheek with your thumb, unexpectedly tender at the way he’s so open, transparent with wanting to know how you feel. “And will you tell me, too?”

He nods, his warm hand cupping the back of yours. It feels dangerously intimate, somehow - this exchange of consent. Carlos takes the opportunity to trail kisses down the sensitive inside of your wrist, your arm, lapping his tongue experimentally across the inner crease of your elbow, which feels unexpectedly erotic. He must have seen it on your face, because he does that lick again with his tongue, slower this time. Your mouth parts, and he notices.

That’s the thing about Carlos - he’s such a quick study.

“Did you like that?”

“Yes,” you can’t tear your eyes away from him - he’s so pretty, so pleased when you tell him that you like what he’s doing.

Carlos is careful not to leave hickeys when he presses his mouth to the inside of your elbow, sucking gently on the skin with a finesse that makes you inhale sharply. His eyes stay trained on yours, so bright and bold and hungry that you squirm in the seat, feeling so restless with wanting him.

He’s barely done anything. Just coasted his tongue and mouth along this spot along your arm and somehow turns it magically erogenous - making you ache between your legs. “Carlos.” 

Oh he’s starting to get a little smug about it - knows how affected he’s made you. You can see it in the quirk of his lips, the gleam in his eyes. You brace yourself - because if his mouth is that good - that wickedly good against something as innocent as your arm…

You squeeze your thighs together, and he makes a tiny groan in the back of his throat before pulling away from you. 

“Will you take off your clothes for me,” he asks, as if you’re going to do anything but get naked for him. 

You reach for the hem of your shirt, ready to rip it off and feel him against you, but he stills your fingers with his own. “Woah hey. What’s the rush?” He chides, looking incredibly pleased with himself that he’s managed to chip away at your aloofness, to see you be the desperate one for once. “Slowly. Please?” 

His hands over yours feel incredibly hot, especially when he guides your shirt off, casting appreciative looks at your breasts which he definitely wants his mouth and hands on. “Can I kiss you here?”

“Yes,” you tell him, already feeling your nipples tighten from anticipation. 

He leans in to press a gentle kiss along the line of your bra strap at your shoulder, down along the cups of your bra where his mouth opens, and he drags his tongue along the curve of your tits and you feel the skin pebble under his flexible tongue. His hands run around the back and he fiddles with the mechanism, eventually managing to unhook your bra so that he can take it off and toss it somewhere to the side quickly. The clumsiness is charming, somehow.

“What’s the rush?” You tease, but all he does is cover his mouth over one of your pert nipples and suck with this even, rhythmic pressure that gets you arching into him, eyes half-closed. “Oh my god. Carlos.”

“Sorry,” he murmurs, pulling back so his teeth now lightly graze the sensitive bud of your nipple, “should I slow down?”

You make this strangled little sound that gets him chuckling. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

He makes a humming noise when you slide your fingers into his hair, and drag him gently back to your nipple, and he grins before sucking it into his mouth again, sweet, toying with the tip of it with his tongue, trailing down to the underside where he kisses… and bites gently.

“Oh fuck,” you groan, tightening your fingers in his hair, and he does it again, leaving a trail of little nips along the underside of your breast - marks that you know will stay with you for the next few days. “Your mouth feels good, Carlos. Your teeth-”

“Do you like that? The biting?”

“Y-yes but… not too hard.” 

He nods, taking care to nibble along the slope of your breast - the scrape of his teeth followed by the wet swipe of his tongue - over, and over, and over, until your body feels molten, melted. “Just like that, Carlos.”

“Mmmm… you’re so pretty here,” he flicks his tongue over the path he’s practically memorised now, and you feel like you’re set alight by his praise, wanting to be subject to it all the time. 

He gazes up at you, lips shiny and cheeks pink with want, and with your hands still in his hair, you ask, “kiss me, please?” 

“Thought you’d never ask.” 

You drag his face up to meet yours in a hot kiss that takes your breath away. Oh he’s delicious - sweet and warm and the groan he makes when your mouths meet - the pure passion in his shaky exhales - is undeniably sexy. He kisses so well - leaning in with even pressure, making noises that intensify the ache between your legs, making you want to grind up against him. His own hands rest on your thighs, stroking up the soft bare skin and leaving goosebumps in the wake of his touch. His tongue slides against yours as the kiss grows wilder, like an ember fanned into flame, as he sucks on your bottom lip so tenderly that you moan. He’s so good - you’ll never get enough of the way he’s able to use that filthy mouth of his. 

“Will you get on the bed for me?” he says, in a tone that’s halfway between an order and a plea, hands warm on your thighs. There’s nothing you’d like to do more actually, and you cover his hands with yours. “Want you naked,” he murmurs, eyes hungry. “Please?”

“You got hands,” you tell him, pointedly staring at the ones he lays on your thighs. “Why don’t you use them?”

He loves a challenge, so his hands get to work - running up your thighs to pull off your shorts, hooking thumbs into the sides of your underwear with an uncharacteristic hesitation, as if he debating whether it’s hotter to have you in them or out of them. Eventually he decides to take them off - and the expression of awe that crosses his face is one you won’t forget in a long, long time. “Fuck,” he murmurs, “you’re so beautiful.”

“You’re one to talk,” you tell him, but he’s so mesmerised that he doesn’t seem to hear you.

He stares at the skin he’s exposed, eyes roving like he’s unable to decide which part of you to touch first or lap his tongue over. You reach out to press gentle fingers under his chin, lifting his face put to look at you, and when your eyes meet, you lean forward to press kisses to his irresistible mouth. He tastes like the sweetest, purest rush of victory, especially when he makes appreciative noises when your tongue slips in to slide against his own. Kissing isn’t enough, and he makes that abundantly clear when he drags you to the soft bed, on your back under him. 

“Feel free to say no,” he says, his voice now hoarse, “but I really want to taste you.”

Say no? That wasn’t even a possibility in your book. “Yeah,” you whisper, voice shaky. “I’d like that.”

Carlos moves down your body and kisses along the way, past your belly, your hips, kissing the tops of your thighs as he if can’t get enough of how soft they are. Your legs part for him, and he  pulls away now - eager for the next part: his eyes fixate between your legs and you want to close up instinctively - shyly.

“Don’t, please?” He says, the minute you reach to cover yourself, “you have nothing to hide from me.”

“I know,” you still feel so vulnerable, somehow. “It’s just… letting you see me like this is so… strange.”

He blinks, suddenly alert to your discomfort. “Do I make you feel strange?”

You shake your head, and he looks relieved. “No, Carlos. I just mean… it’s strange to have you look at me like that.”

He tilts his head. “Like what?”

You feel heat rush to your cheeks. How do you describe the absolute hunger and eagerness that’s in his eyes? The way they’ve never been this sparkly and alluring, and yet so filled with this - not quite kindness, but it’s gentle and sweet. “I don’t know how to describe it.”

Carlos grins. “I imagine it’s the same way you’re looking at me.”

You bite down on your bottom lip, wondering if your eyes have been betraying you all this time. “And how’s that?”

“Like you can’t wait for me to touch you. Put my hands on you.” He says it so matter-of-factly, not a trace of off-putting arrogance. He puts his hands on your knees, and instinctively, you part them so he can kneel between them. “Am I wrong?”

You roll your eyes, sidestepping his question entirely. “Anyone ever tell you how arrogant you are?”

He just laughs. “Not when they’re naked in front of me, no.”

You chuckle, and the tension that you’d been holding on to melts a little. Maybe this isn’t so strange after all - it could be easy. 

He reaches for your hand now, stroking his thumb over the back of it. “Are you okay?”

You nod. “I am.”

“And you’ll tell me if you’re not okay?”

The checking in… might just be your favourite thing he’s ever done. It’s that unexpected kindness he shows - the understanding, the care - that makes you absolutely sure that you want this, with him. “Yes. But I’m just feeling that’s a little unfair that you’re still wearing clothes when I’m naked.”

He grins, and reaches for the hem of his shirt to pull it off in one smooth motion. The bare expanse of his chest, his shoulders, that torso… you barely notice him reaching behind to grab for a condom to toss it on the space beside you. “Just in case,” he says, standing now so that he can take off his shorts, his boxers - until he’s fully, completely naked in front of you.

God fucking damn it. He’s way too beautiful for his own good.

“Like what you see?” He teases. 

You suppress a smile. “Stop talking, Carlos,” you insist, gesturing so that he knows to get to his knees, now. You reach forward, sliding your fingers up into his hair so that you can pull his face between your thighs. “I only want your mouth doing one thing right now.”

“Just one?” His tone is so damned cheeky. “I don’t know how I’ll manage to choose between licking… sucking… nibbling…” 

The groan that pulls out of you is full of impatience. “Oh my god,” you half-scold, half-beg, fingers tightening in his hair. “You’re making me crazy.”

He grabs a pillow, making you lift your hips so he can put it under and drape your legs over his  broad shoulders. “Alright, alright,” he murmurs, voice low, impossibly erotic with his full, swollen lips, and the heat of his breath so close to your cunt. “Gonna give you what you want.”

His tongue takes a slow, wide lap, and the sensation is indescribably good - wet and warm and he groans at the taste of you. His fingers grip the outsides of your thighs as his mouth gets to work now, sucking, teasing, playing with you in ways that get your hips jutting up without any finesse, without any semblance of control. Carlos just devours you like that was all his mouth was meant to do. He moves with every jolt of your hips - chasing the sensation, the build up for you with his continuous movements of his mouth because he knows not to break the rhythm.

You reward him with a moan of his name, swearing under your breath as your body tenses against the pleasure that zips right through your overheated body. “Carlos, oh my god… I wanna- please don’t stop.”

He groans - something like a fuck yes, and keeps at that same pressure, the same suction of his mouth on you, and soon enough, you feel the rush of that orgasm crash over you. Carlos slows his mouth to guide you back down from the high, pressing soft kisses to your shaky thighs and watching you quietly, appreciatively. 

You can’t help the giggle that erupts from you - feeling so at ease, so sweaty and melted from the climax that you could probably die happy. “That was… that was too fucking good.”

“Yeah?” His whole body perks up at your words - as if he’s excited to hear how much you enjoyed yourself. He moves slowly up your body, pressing little kisses over the still-trembling parts of you that catch his attention, and eventually, when his face hovers over yours, you pull him close by the back of his neck and kiss him - as if you can’t get enough.

His hands stroke your thighs and coax your legs to wrap around his hips, pressing your bodies impossibly close so that he can grind against you. You can’t decide what’s better - the muscled press of his torso, his chest where you can feel his heart racing, or how hard his cock is against you. 

The rhythm of his hips is so fucking indecent, and you can’t help the whimpers that pour from your lips. “Is that all you need?” He murmurs between kisses, and you shake your head desperately. “Tell me what you need.”

“For you to get on with it and fuck me.” You grit out, twisting your hips back to press against him, until his cock’s wedged right between the slickness of your pussy - heat spiralling out of control for the two of you. The lust between you feels like a tempest pulling you both into its wild orbit. “Please, Carlos… need it.”

“Yeah, fuck. Me too.” His hand reaches out for the condom he’d tossed on the bed earlier, and between kisses, he tears it open with shaky fingers - uncharacteristically clumsy, because he’s so eager. You don’t mind - it’s almost charming, actually, to see him fumble with the slickness of the condom - watching him roll it onto himself, to grip his cock in his hand now. “Ready?”

“Yeah. Come on,” you spread your legs wide in anticipation. 

He shivers when he reaches down to press the tip of his cock into you, sinking in ever so slowly. He’s so, so hard. Your gasp makes him look up, and the eye contact is stupidly hot - watching his eyes get intensely hazy, clouded over with needy desire. There’s no worrying about track performance when he’s still consumed with fucking you - with driving his cock into you over and over until you’re both wrecked and ruined.

You wrap your arms around his broad back, feeling the muscles flex beneath you as you lock him in with your legs tight around his hips. He pushes inside you deep, and you feel so fucking full of him, consumed by the raw passion you see in his eyes. “Are you okay,” he asks.

“Yes,” you whisper back, “are you?”. He nods, leans his forehead against yours.

“We should’ve done this sooner,” he murmurs, and you wholeheartedly agree, feeling a tightness grow in your chest at the prospect of doing this with him for a long, long time.

He leans in to kiss you, nipping and sucking at your bottom lip as he pushes inside you deep again - this time, not thrusting, but grinding into you with purposeful intent, so his cock can press against the sweet spot right inside you that makes you stiffen up, swearing at him. “Yes, Carlos - right there, please.”

He knows, he knows. He grunts and rolls his hips, focusing on the motion of the grind, and the intensity of him stimulating you like this is incredible. You’ve never had it like this - never known a man to be so intentional in making you feel this good. He watches you intently, and you can’t take your eyes off his - that gaze, so tender and yet there’s some competitive edge lurking in the corners - wanting to see you come for him - determined, actually, to make you feel good in ways no one else ever has.

“Is this good?” He asks, and you nod, undulating under him. He grins, pleased, and you lean up to kiss him, taste his mouth that’s breathy, sweet for you. He doesn’t stop that grinding motion, until your body is shivering under his and you’re gripping his shoulders tight. 

His eyes flash - brilliant and beautiful, and your heart lurches at the wildness that underscores the warmth in them. You’ve never known longing quite like this. “Keep going, please.”

“Yes,” he sucks in a breath, “holy shit… you feel so good.”

Your fingers dig into his back as your mouths meet again - his tongue hot against yours, your body turning wholly sensation and pleasure under him. Your hips roll back into his, urgent now - wanting, needing…

“That’s it…” he whispers, your name entwined with the breath he exhales out, and you can’t help kissing him, wrapping your legs around his hips as he fucks into you and the world spirals, that single-minded intensity and sheer pleasure of two bodies in sync hits you in endless waves.

He begs, his voice breaking in this desperate, hoarse way that makes your insides turn molten. “You close, sweetheart? Wanna… need to watch you come...”

You tangle hands in his hair, shuddery and weak and the tightness inside you coiling into a spiralled frenzy. It’s hard to hold off when he’s so attentive, so sweet. “Fuck, yes… oh my god-”

But the words are cut off with your choked sob, coming hard and taking him with you - he’s shivering, hips stuttering into yours as he groans out his warning - gonna come inside you, baby, before he does, with a strangled groan and a final thrust that makes your inner thighs ache. You blow out a breath and feel the tremours of his body reverberate into yours, feeling that unparalleled thrill of having him lose control and give you everything he has.

He slumps across you in a sweaty mess, boneless and exhausted. You giggle and kiss his temple, wrapping arms across his back and stroking the expanse of it with comforting strokes. 

He murmurs nonsense, no longer coherent, and you hum back in response, stroking him until his harsh breaths turn into soft, contented sighs - his body completely lax in your arms, having fully enacted his pre-race ritual now. 

He does roll over to get up after a little bit, murmuring something about getting rid of the condom and cleaning up the mess - telling you not to leave until he comes back. He doesn’t take long, but you miss his presence, his warmth all the same - and your heart does a little flutter when he comes back to bed with a warm, wet towel to clean you up as well. You’re grateful that he’s being so thoughtful, because if it were up to you - you’re not sure your jelly legs could carry you to the bathroom at this point in time.

Carlos tosses the towel into the laundry basket and crawls into bed with you now, stealing a kiss and nuzzling himself into the warm crook of your neck. He can sleep, now, with no pressures of the race breathing down his neck, and all worries of his future forgotten.

He lays against you, mind totally emptied and at peace, dreaming of nothing except your soft, touchable skin underneath his cheek, and about how much he’d like to do it all over again. 

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wanted to publish this sometime last week but life / work got in the way. a fwb carlos situation has always appealed to me and I’m glad to finally have finished this in time for the race it was intended for. Please pardon mistakes- editing is difficult.

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love, ives

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Omg after reading cl better in red I can’t stop thinking about that story but with Max!! okay hear me out soft max with super innocent virgin reader how he would react and what he would be like (it’s okay, does it hurt, we can stop if you need to etc) Idk I feel like it’s so different to what people normally write about him. Anyway just some potential inspo love your work xxxx

Thank you love🫶🏼

Currently I’m writing for Lando but I will keep this in mind🫶🏼

If anything comes to your mind don’t be scared and send it in or text me because my Brain has a lack off inspiration 😨

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Better in red – CL16

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writers note: I have dyslexia, which means that writing is difficult for me, but I really want to continue doing this. Sorry if everything isn't always right!

Warnings: Smut 18+, P in V ( be safe!) sort of first time, sweet Charles turning into dom. Insecure reader.

Sorry for not posting this but I really don't like this fic, I don't know but I'm not happy with this one.

let me know who you want to be next!

this is my work and i do not consent to use this

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Saturday 19 November 2022 ahu Dhabi Final race,

Exactly on this day, 4 months ago you met the one and only Charles leclerc. A dream that came true. You started a year ago with your new job at F1, you started with being a extra hand. That meant that you helped with the interviews, making it ready, making sure everything was there in time.

Almost a year later your dream came out, you started officially working as a journalist for f1TV. And there it was, questioning drivers about their races was amazing but not the easiest job. And it didn’t got any better when you started to gain feelings for Charles leclerc. At first you thought that it was only a crush and he didn’t seemed interested, until 4 months ago. You were standing alone in the doorway, Charles passed by but within 10 seconds he called your name

´´yn is it right?´´ he smiled, offering you a hand, of course you took it before you gently shaked it.

´´ yeah i am. Is there anything wrong?´´ you blushed, he totally caught you off guard and you were already preparing yourself

´´ so ehm- im not really good in this, and if you don’t want too is that okay, but eh´´ Charles rumbled but you were quick in stopping him.

´´ hey, its okay! Go on spit it out leclerc´´ you chuckled, your finger pads slowly running up and down over his hand palm.

´´do you wanna go out with me?´’´

There is were it all started, and now you guys are dating. It still feels unreal sometimes, your dating the one and only CHARLES LECLERC!!!!!

Its weird and iknow many people wont believe you, but you guys haven’t had sex, or something you needed to be naked for. Yes hand jobs and fingering were something, but Charles knew that you just had sex, for once. He always letted you set the pace, and making sure YOU were comfy with it.

Maybe it was weird, but you guys didn’t wanted to make it official for the world, so you both decided to not share a room. This so no one noticed that you guys were almost a couple. And to be honest, it was hard to act normal when you were in the paddock. This guy had you around one finger and you loved him so so so much.

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You were running late for your interview with Carlos in the Ferrari hospitality. Yes, when i say running you were running.

´hey princess´ Charles smiled when he saw you running through the halls.

Your eyes quickly scanned the room before running up to him.

´´ how late are you back? When are you done´´ Charles smiled down to you. God this guy.. so handsome, every time you saw him you just could not hold your self in and just started smiling.

´ may i.. kiss you?´ he asked you, his hand came upwards to cup your cheek. Brushing some hair behind your ear.

´yes .. please Charles kiss me´ you half begged him before he dipped down to your level and kissed you.

It felt so unreal and you just couldn’t stop searching for his touch, his fingers intertwined with your hair both off you don’t want to let each other go.

‘’ah here you are. Love birds I have a interview’’ Carlos chuckled before leaning in the doorway.

Carlos was the only one along side Pierre that knew that you guys are something. Not that you wanted them to know but they caught you already a few times kissing.

‘’I’m sorry Carlos’’ you sight before letting Charles go.

‘’I'm done at 6 babe’’ you smiled before giving Charles a quick kiss.

‘’good, see you tonight baby’’

- later that night –

When your phone ringed you immediately rushed too it, your hands quick in grabbing it and picking it up while you were fixing your hair.

´´ there is my pretty girl´´ Charles smiled through the phone.

´´ hi handsome´´ you smiled while your bottom lip was stuck between your teeth.

The call was innocent, a lot of talking about F1 and small other things. But something inside you snapped when Charles started whining.

´´ baby, cant you pleeeaaase come over i really miss you´´

´´ Charlie, you already saw me today´´ you smiled

Charles is really nervous because he is starting 3th tomorrow in the last race off 2022. There is a lot off pressure that’s on his shoulders, he is standing second with 290 points amazing right? Not really.. checo has the same amount off points and is starting second.

Charles was so hectic today, picking his hands, moving his leg up and down and he was talking non stop. That was for you a easy sign to see that he was nervous, and it wasn’t weird.

You knew you had to do something to take his mind off racing for a night, you knew you were ready and this was the perfect timing to.

You walked to your bed before laying on your belly, lifting yourself up on your elbows. So you were Giving Charles THE perfect look, your shirt was hanging down a bit giving him a sneak peak off your boobs that were covered in your new red and gold lingerie bra. you could see his eyes immediately shooting down, he was really trying not to look. But it just happened and he wasn’t sorry for it, Charles loved your body and always tried to help you start loving yourself.

´´ baby.. don’t make it harder for me to stay in my room´´ he smiled, his cheeks already heating and coloring up.

´´’what’s wrong handsome?´´ you questioned him, but of course you knew what was wrong. And once again his eyes shooed down and stayed there.

´’i can see my pretty baby’s´´ he smiled. ´´ oh come on baby, you know what i mean´´ Charles winked, his eyes quickly shooting from your boobs to your eyes.

´´oh? Do you want a better view so you can sleep well?´´ you teased back, Charles quickly nodded yes before you tugged your shirt over your head. Charles mumbled a quick ´fuck´ before he turned his head away, a big smile was on his face and his cheeks were even more red.

´´were are you staying handsome? I wanna come over´’

´´room 418, be quick. The door is already open´’ and with that Charles ended the call, and fuck he knew what your plans were.

The tension between you two was unwritable, from little teasing through out the day to sending him a photo in your new lingerie.

You were quick in chancing, grabbing only your phone and a bathrobe. You shooed it over your lingerie and rushed out, and yes. The door was already open and when you opened it you could only gasp.

Charles had changed into a white blouse, it was hanging open and the room was dark, but filled with candles. On the bed was drawn a heart and there was music playing on the back ground.

´I knew that you were quick´ he smiled before walking up to you, his hand brushing over your shoulder.

´´ you didn’t had to do this Charlie´´ you smiled while your eyes where wandering around the room.

´´ I wanted to make it special for my special girl´´

You could feel Charles his eyes burning on your skin, even when he stepped a little closer to you. His body pressing against yours, his warm breath on your skin and his eyes trying to look what you were wearing underneath the bathrobe.

´´ give me a kiss handsome´´

And within 3 seconds Charles his lips were pressed onto yours, his tongue parts your lips and you could feel his body shivering with desire,

Charles his hands shooed to the back off your thighs. That was a signal for you to jump into his arms, you slammed your legs around his waist without braking the kiss. And before you knew it your back was slammed against the wall.

´´fuck handsome´´ you moaned into the kiss, giving Charles perfect access to explore your mouth, Charles had trapped you between him and the wall, and on this moments he was so happy that he was an athlete.

You could feel that One off his hands sneaked upwards trying to open your bathrobe.

´´ no no Charlie ´´ you slapped his hands away from your bathrobe while you broke the kiss. Your head overloading with ideas. And one perfectly matched.

´´oh. Didn’t knew you were in charge´´ Charles smirked, that goddamn cocky bastard.

You softly pushed yourself away from the wall before jumping out Charles his arms.

´´what are you-´´ Charles frowned slightly before you pushed him backwards.

´´ come on sit ´´ you patted the edge off the bed. Charles wasn’t a person that loved to obey someone but today, he wanted to give you a chance.

´Your hands slowly moved up and down his chest and his breathing was already gaining up in speedy mode.

You slowly took a step backwards, your hands made a way to the knot in your bathrobe before untying it. The bathrobe perfectly fell from your shoulders, completely exposing your body in the brand new red and gold lingerie set.

It was the set you got from Charles, and he was always complaining about it. He wanted to see you in it.

´´ fuck... so pretty baby´´ Charles breath out, and just completely sat there, admiring your body. his hands came up to feel your body, almost as if he was dreaming this.

´´ fucking hell baby. you look so so good in red baby´´

And yes it was such a beautiful set! The bralette just covering enough off your boobs, it perfectly hugged your skin and it made your body look like you were on fire, but you still felt insecure about it.

Before Charles could talk again you took place on his lap, facing him and Each leg beside his. His mouth hung open and his eyes are locking in with yours.

´´you look so good baby.. Fuck your driving me crazy´´ he repeated, his eyes scanning you up and down again before reaching out for your hands. he could tell you a thousand times how good you looked.

´´feel what you do to me baby´´ he blushed, his hands took yours to his chest. Placing it on his chest so you could feel his heart beating.

´´fuck i cant take my eyes off you. and im so proud to call you mine´´

´´don’t stare so much Charles.. that’s rude´´ you chuckled but he definitely could hear the in secureness in your voice.

´´’don’t see what’s wrong with your body, your perfect the way you are I’m just disappointed that you don’t know how gorgeous you are´´ Charles smiled while one of his finger traced your jawline.

´´ its just.. i think i could be a little more .. trimmed´´ you sighed while looking down.

´´ Cherrie i love your body, everything you ´hate´ about it is what drives me crazy.´´ Charles smiled before softly grabbing your jaw, making you to look at him.

´´fuck you don’t know how many people in the paddock are looking at you when you enter i almost feel jealous the way they look at you´´ he told you. His eyes searching for yours before he brought you in a big long hug

Its almost weird how comfortable you felt yourself in his arms, it immediately felt safe

´´you don’t have to be shy or insecure around me okay? Your my perfect girl and i want you to feel special baby.´´ Charles smiled before he placed his hands on your waist, he adjusted you a little bit better on his crotch before his hands started to roll your hips over his crotch.

´´ mhm fuck Charlie´´ you breath out while you hid your face in his neck. Planting a few kisses in his neck while his hands kept rolling your hips.

Charles his hand shooed to your ass before grabbing the back of your thong, pulling it a bit upwards what made you moan. He pulled it backwards so it was more pressuring your clit and once his hands started moving your hips again you could only moan in his ear.

You have done this so much together, just like two honry teenagers. Grinding on each other, he even made you ride a pillow in front off him because you didn’t dropped your attitude.

´´fuck Charles please i need you so badly´´ you say while kissed his neck.

´´ you sure Cherrie?´´ Charles asked you, he waited 3 months long for his moment. But he had too make sure that you wanted this just as bad as he wanted.

´´ yes Charlie I’m ready and i want you now´´ you smiled while you tried to hide the blush that was coloring your cheeks.

´´ then you don’t hear me complaining, do you want me to be in charge Cherrie´´ Charles was always so caring and it really made your heart melt.

´´ you please. Please please pl-´´ before you could finish Charles connected your lips with his´. His tongue was exploring your mouth while he was quick in flipping you over so he was hanging on top of you, one of his hands came upwards to push the hair that had fallen in front off your face behind your ear before reaching his destination around your throath. He squeezed it gently but enough to make you head go fuzzy.

He took this as a opportunity to get more power over your body, he tilted your jaw up, placing kisses alongside it while his hand is still around your throat. And he clearly enjoyed the feeling when you swallowed.

´´ open that pretty mouth Cherrie´´ Charles demanded you, you were really quick in obeying. You opened your mouth and sticked out your tongue. A string spit quickly followed from Charles his mouth to yours.

´´now swallow it like a good girl´´ Charles breath out. The feeling off your throat moving underneath his hand gave him a powerful feeling. Small whimpers and whines were heard as he licked a stipe down your neck. Charles moved his attention lower, trailing more kissed to the exposed parts off your neck, before sucking a hickey.

You and Charles talked a lot about sex, so knew you that Charles loved to be in control but also loved your mouth, and he quickly knew that you loved it to got treated as a bad girl.

His mouth was lowering to the straps of your bra before grabbing one in his mouth. He carefully shoved it down your shoulder, the feeling of his stubble and the warm breathing on your exposed chest were giving you goosebumps.

When they both were hanging loose around your shoulders he easily flipped you around, his body still towering above you while he settled both knees on the outside of your thighs.

His both hands came down, his fingers tracing from your neck down, over your shoulders down to your bra, too your waist and stopping by your ass.

´´ such a beautiful back baby´´ Charles mumbled before pushing his hips forward, pressing his crotch against your ass, you could feel the outlines of his harding dick against your ass. Each off his hands layed on one of your ass cheeks before gently squeezed it.

´´oh god please... Charlie do something´´ you whined.

´´ I’m going to show you´´ he says while running his hands up and down over your bra before taking it off. ´´ who your god is Cherrie´´ he continued.

His fingers were playing with the end off your thong while he bended down and licked one long stripe up from your ass to your neck.

´´mmhm Cherrie turn around´´ he said while he hangs in a high plank above you.

And so you did, pushing yourself upwards just like a push up before coming up with your knee to help you. Your ass perfectly pushing against his crotch before you could turn around.

It made you both laugh because it seemed easier then it was. And just for a second you didn’t realized that your boobs were fully exposed to him.

´´ such as beautiful as i thought Cherrie´´ he smiled and leaned down to give you a quick kiss, his mouth immediately wandering down, to your jawline, neck and slowly down to your breasts. His tongue painfully slow running over your nipple before giving it a quick suck.

´´ please char do something, i cant- just cant wait any longer. I really need you´´ you whined out, your eyes were almost glued to his arms, those veins that were running over his arm, they looked like they were going to explode.

´´ you want my fingers baby?´ ´Charles groaned

´´ mhm´´

´´ come on use your words Cherrie, where do you want them´´

´´please inside me.. please daddy´´ you could see Charles swallowing by the nickname ´daddy´ even tho he never wanted to admit that he liked it.

He settled himself on his knees between your legs, after his hand quickly made work off your thong.

´´ spread your legs wider princess´´ Charles told you. He could see the scariness in your eyes and it wasn’t easy to just spread them, but you trusted him.

His finger easily found his way down to your already wet pussy, his fingers dipping into your wetness, spreading it over your pussy before circling his finger pad on your clit.

´´ so wet already´´ Charles mumbled ´´ come on darling let me hear you´´

It was scared but you tried to take your mind off that, the way charles his fingers perfectly circled over your clit made you already see stars.

´´fuck yes Charles!´´ you moaned out. Hands gripping the sweets. Nails digging into the fabric.

His finger teased your entrance before giving in and slowly inserted his finger.

´´fuck you feel so good already baby, cant wait to feel you clenching around my dick´´ charles moaned

Charles was definitely a talker in bed, and fuck that was so hot. The way he can turn you on so easily just by words.

His finger started pumping in and out you, those hands can make a woman dream so easily.

he brought his thumb to your clit. Circling it over your sensitive bud The squelching sound of your wetness reached your ears while he pumps his finger in and out you.

His thumb sets a faster pace on your clit, making your toes curl and your nails dig into your hand palm.

‘’ that’s it princess’’ he said while adding another finger , curling them upwards, making sure the pads of his finger where touching that sweet spot inside you, your body begins to shake, your walls clenching around his fingers.

‘’your going to make a mess on my fingers princess?’’ you nod while moaning heavily.

‘’’yes .. yes char.. I’m s-so close’’ your mind falls blank, just feeling and hearing his fingers inside you, touching constantly the sweet spot that was driving you closer and closer to the edge.

And then it just hits you, your back arched off the bed, goosebumps all over your body, toes curled while you moaned Charles his name.

Charles gave you a little bit time, his hands slightly massaged your upper thighs

´´ I’m not done yet baby, I know that you easily could have a second run without a brake´´ Charles winked before diving into your dripping pussy. His tongue perfectly lapping your clit while he pushed 2 fingers inside you, his fingers angled a little bit upwards. Making sure to hit your G-spot inside you.

‘’oh fuck ..’’ a slightly louder moan had slipped out, suddenly as his nose dragged over your clit perfectly while his tongue continued to make your toes curl.

He hummed in appreciation of your praise, sending vibrations through your core before he moved his lips to your clit, managing to slip a finger inside you.

‘’ come on princess, let the neighbors hear who you belong to’’ he practically cooed up at you, not wasting any time in adding a second finger, pumping them in and out you in a fast pace.

‘’ oh god charlie.. ‘’ you moaned out, stomach twisting. His lips where back at your clit, causing you to roll your eyes back. He did everything right every time, his fingers stretching you out did not make a wrong move as they thrusted in and out you, his tongue flicked perfectly over your sensitive bud.

´´ you taste so good Cherrie´´ Charles mumbled

You could feel yourself getting closer and closer, the knot in your stomach was already forming while Charles settled the pace even higher.

‘’char.. I’m c-close’’

‘’your not allowed to cum baby, keep it in I know you can’’ Charles commanded you.

His fingers perfectly hitting your G-spot while his mouth and tongue were perfect in stimulating your clit.

‘’i-i- cant ..’’ you breath out.

‘’you cant what?’’’ he asked you while he took his mouth off you.

‘’im so close I cant h-hold it’’

Charles didn’t wanted you to finish that quick because he had all the time to make you feel special. He took carefully his fingers out before licking them clean

´´you taste always so good baby´'he smiled before leaning down and kissing your forehead.

‘’you did so good baby’’ he whispered.

*not a while later* ( small time skip, don’t know what to put here XD)

You turned his hand slowly before you pressed the tips on his middle and ring finger against your lips, you gave them a kiss before slowly wrapping your lips around them.

A grunt rumbled through his chest as both fingers sat in your wet mouth, tongue running between and around them. You pulled them out before pushing them right back in, lips tight around them as you slowly moved your head back and forth.

Your hand drifted towards his waistband, Charles was quick in grabbing your hands.

´´let me help you please Charlie´´´ He was making sure you 100% wanted to, and not the feeling you had to. Charles was quick in letting your hands go as you dragged his pants down his muscular thighs. Leaving him in his tight white Calvin’s.

Painfully slow you pulled his Calvin’s down, his hard cock slapping against his lower stomach, the tip coated completely in pre cum. Charles had propped himself up on his elbows to be able to look at you.

´´mhm so big char´´ you blushed.

You teasingly pressed a kiss onto his tip, watching it as it twitched and smiled to Charles who had already his eyes closed in anticipation.

´´ mhm fuck baby you know you don’t have too right´´ you only hummed in responds before your lips closed around his tip. A hissing sound left Charles his mouth, this was the first time he had you around his dick.

Your mouth was slowly bobbing up and down, spit dripping from the tip down his shaft.

Charles thought he was dreaming this. Fuck you were so perfect and just what he imagined

You kept bobbing your head up and down, charles was big but you managed to fit it all. You had no idea what to do so you kept repeating your movements.

‘’your doing it amazing baby- so goo-d’’ Charles moaned one hand intertwined with your hair helping you to hold your hair out off the way.

´´ tu le fais si bien ma princesse´ ( your doing it so good my princess) charles moaned out when the tip hitted the back off your throat.

You sped up your movements a bit in witch charles twitched. Moans filled the room and gosh it sounded so good.

You clenched your thighs together trying to get some friction. Even tho you had the most mind blowing orgasm 5 minutes ago you felt yourself so horny. Your body was feeling hot and it was almost if you could cum without even touching yourself.

Charles his hand came down to your head his fingers intertwined with your hair trying to make a swift ponytail.

´´'is this okay baby.. Fuck!´´ he cursed when you took him down your Throat

´´look at me baby.. fuck those eyes..´´ you followed his instructions while you kept sucking him. When you made eye contact you could only moan.

But before you knew it charles gently tugged you off his dick. And all you could do is whine.

´´stop whining so much or i will make you whine baby girl´´

´´ make me.´´ you told him, your bottom lip tugged between your teeth. You had no idea where the confidence came from but you needed to say it.

´´oh?´´ he smirked before leaning down and almost swallowing your lips. His tongue danced against yours. His hands grabbed the back off your thighs before turning you around, making you lay against the headboard on your back.

His mouth found once again your neck, sucking a hickey. His hand came down to his dick before his tip runned up and down your folds.

´´merde tellement mouillé pour moi´ ( fuck, so wet for me) he groaned before he looked at you.

´´you still sure you want this baby?´´ he asked you.

´´yes yes yes charles please ... please i need you to fill me up please´´ you begged him, your legs slammed around his waist trying to pull him closer.

He was slow and made sure you were okay. He slowly pushed his dick inside you, making you moan out loudly. The tight feeling made charles see stars too.

The way he filled you up was perfectly, the stretch, the sound and not to forget the feeling it was so amazing. His dick already Pressing against your G spot as he stilled his movements, giving you a moment to adjust to his size.

´´fuck you feel so so good and tight baby´´ charles groaned. his fingers digging into your hip making you move a bit.

´´fuck baby´´ charles groaned ´´are you okay baby?´´

´´yes Charles please.. just fuck me” you moaned, rolling your hips into his making him groan.

You could feel Charles twitched at your words, his hips gaining speed. Your mind falling blank at the feeling. His dick perfectly hitting your G-spot making your eyes roll back in your head.

‘’fuck, eyes here darling’’ he muttered between the heavy breaths, one of his hands were on your throat, his finger pads digging into the skin. Making your eyes rolling back even more.

‘’I said eyes here princess” he corrected you, his hand was on your neck to hold you in place when the other one rested beside your head.

He had you under his grip, moaning at his touch and begging him to keep going. His lips kissing and pinching at your skin as loud moans escaped your mouth, his trust became harder and harder.

But out of nowhere he stopped, trying to catch his breath while pulling out you.

“Don’t stop Charlie pleas-“ you whined

‘’ get on all fours baby’’ charles commanded you,´´ get on all fours don’t make me tell you again´´

You were quick in obeying him, you felt 2 hands grabbing your ankles and pulling you to the edge. Making your knees hit the small couch that was standing before the bed while your chest was on the edge off the bed while Charles settled himself behind you.

He got quickly his pace back, hitting every sweet spot inside you, your pussy clenching around him making it even tighter then it was, he spanked your ass having you jolting forward. A load moan escaped your mouth when he slapped you again, harder this time

‘’please charles.. don’t stop.. I really want you’’ you whined out

At that moment he thrusted his hips into yours making sure to fill you full, before pulling out to the tip and slamming in again.

‘’fuck so tight.. ‘he breathed out. He laced his fingers through your hair, pulling it to his chest, so your chest was raised off the bed. With every thrust from charles in his new position, your hips were slamming against the bed edge, causing you pain but the feeling inside you barley even allowed you to register it in your mind.

You let a small giggle at his words ‘’you act like you didn’t like it but we both knew that was a lie’’ he pushed you back onto the bed, his hand that was in your hair was coming down to your neck, his finger slowly wrapping it around your neck as the other was grabbing your hip.

“Fuck you look so good with my dick inside you baby” he groaned

You were grabbing onto the bed so hard that your knuckles were turning white. Charles picked up his pace and with every thrust he was getting deeper than you even knew was possible.

“Ah- I’m so close-“ you breath out, your hands grabbing the sheets digging your nails into the fabric.

“I’m gonna cum” Charles moaned in your ear.

The knot in your belly grew bigger and bigger and before you knew you felt your orgasm take over you as he continued to thrust into you at a steady pace allowing you to ride out your high. Once your orgasm was complete you felt him fill you up.

“ you did amazing my cherrie”

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Tonight or tomorrow night a new fic!!! Charles 18+

I promise to go and start writing more!🫶🏼

Let me know witch driver u want next!

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Could you please do a Pierre Gasly smut where Pierre and the reader meet in a night club and there’s some obvious sparks flying but reader suddenly has to go but the next day at the race track they meet again and then smut happens.

You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to but I’m thirsting for Pierre Gasly smut and this is my first time being brave enough to request

Love Ur work <3

Hey love!! Thank you for requesting! I will start writing about it!

If anything comes to your mind like praises, actions or a plot of smt to write about please app me on this, I will see it wayyyy faster! You don’t need to be shy I got u🩷

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pretty in blue f.t PG10 & GR63

PLEASE DO NOT READ UNDER THE AGE OF 18<3  

Summary : Jesus, i don’t have the right words for this, your on a date with Pierre but you got caught. What will George think? 

Warnings : SMUT, P IN V, THREESOME, BlOWJOB, FINGERING, GETTING CALLED SLUT, WHORE ECT, BOY ON BOY STUFF XD, GETTING CAUGHT, NO MENCIONTS OF PROTECTION ( wrap it up before you tap it)  probably way more, but don’t wanna give spoilers 

Word count ; 9.000 + words  

a/n:  Sooo i am so so so sorry for not posting this long but I’m currently busy with school. I started with writing this fic i think 3 months ago, but every time i just didn’t got the motivation. I don’t know how to feel about this fic, its a lot, its long and its sometimes bad written. Please tell me what you guys think about this, and please share it. Because i still think that many people want to read this.

A BIG THANK YOU TO @carlos55edits 🫶🏼

18+ WARNING!!!!  

THERE ARE SOME POINTS THAT THERE IS BOY X BOY SMUT, THIS ALL IS PURE FANTASY SO PLEASE RESPECT IT!  

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It’s a Friday night and you and Pierre are as usual on a date. He showed you every nice spot here in France. And yes you got butterflies…  

Later in the evening, George would come over. He came to talk about his new contract with Mercedes. You and George were gog friends, so you didn’t mind that he was coming over. 

He had a boat tour ready for you two. It took us to an island and it was beautiful! You were there the whole afternoon. 

Not a while later, we sat down on the beach by the water. Your back against his chest, settled between his legs watching sunset.  

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‘’Y/n?’’ Pierre spoke from behind, his head was buried in your neck. His warm breath on your skin while you watched peacefully the sun going down.  

‘’yes Pierre?’’ you blushed, his hand letting yours go. Making you frown confused. Did you do something wrong? 

‘’ I have something for you. Can you turn around?’’ he asked.  You felt him grabbing something out his jacket.  

 You slowly sat up, turning around, facing the handsome boy Pierre Gasly in front of you.  

‘’Well uhm.. I wanted to give you this today.. I uhm’’ he stutter. You bought your hand up, letting it fall on top of his. 

He held up a small red box. When he opened the box, you immediately let out a gasp.  

‘’Oh my! Pierre!’’ Your voice broke, tears forming in your eyes.   

 

Was he proposing already?  

 

‘’I hope you like it. It’s a promise ring y/n. I can’t promise that we don’t have our downs but believe me,  I will fight for you and iI wont let-‘’ you interrupted him with a kiss, a few tears rolling down your cheek, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. The kiss was soft and sweet.  

He pulled back, smiling proudly while putting the Diamond ring around your finger.  

‘’I really like you y/n’’ he blushed, his bottom lip, sucked between his teeth. 

‘’I do really like you too Pierre.” You blushed while looking down at the ring. 

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Everything was so natural between you and Pierre. It was like you were a couple for so long. He is always so sweet and caring but he also has his dominant days, or you better could say. When you were teasing him too long or not listening.  

Few minutes later 

 

You were between his legs as he sat on the ground leaned back on his hands looking at the sea as you got an amazing idea. 

You quickly turned around, your belly hitting the hot sand underneath you. You propped up on your elbows as you looked up at him, your head  dangerously close to his crotch.  

Pierre looks down at you and just smiles, not knowing what you are gonna do. 

‘’What are you doing princess? Ruining the peace?’ ’he giggled. Your cheeks immediately heating up. You looooved his smile and he knew that.  

You slowly laid your head on his lap, dangerously close to his dick. Your head moving a bit, making the fabric to move with your movements, causing it to move over his boxer.  

You enjoying the view huh? ’’ his hand came down to caresses your hair and to stop your movements. 

You smiled to yourself before lifting your head up towards him, His cheeks are coloring red.  

‘’Oh! Do you have it hot my boy?’’ you smile, biting your lower lip as you lay one hand on his crotch, slowly pressing a bit. 

‘’Yeahh.. not weird huh when I have the hottest girl in front of me, acting shy as always but I know you were your going to’’ he chuckled before laying back, popped up on his elbows, staring deeply at you.  

‘’Oh, I don’t know what your talking about Pierre’’ you smiled, slowly palming him between your giggles, ‘acting’ like you didn’t do it on purpose. His dick slowly harding at your movements.  

‘’I dare you to finish what you just started’’ he smirked down at you, biting his lip. He knew that you never would do that. You just didn’t like the idea of getting caught. 

You quickly glanced around, seeing almost one around you two. Some people are swimming, but that’s at least 100 meter further. You looked down at your watch, 19;32, so we had enough time to finish it before George would meet us.  

‘’Oh your shy now? ‘’ he smiled ‘’I knew it!’’ he laughed  

Your hands flew to his pants, pulling them down until the middle of his thighs, smiling as your both hands ran over his boxer. 

‘’Fuck- mon amour...  You don’t have too’’ he breathed out almost shy to beg for your touch 

You and Pierre were sex addicts, no but literally. Pierre may seemed like he was a bad boy but he was always so caring and made sure your comfortable with it. Buttt... He did have his dominance days.  

 

Your hands pulling his boxer a bit further down, his cock sprung free against his abdomen. And Jesus, Pierre was really big. Your jaw dropped against the sight, him on a beach, watching sunset while sucking him off. Your eyes tracing the veins on his hard cock that are about to burst. Pierre was so easily to turn on and you loved it. 

 

‘’Baby girl, I don’t think I can last any longer. Please do something’’ Pierre whined 

Your mind flashing to yesterday night. Even though you were drunk, you had an amazing night. The bed, the shower, and even the toilet there was ruined by you too.  

‘’Oh? Already begging before we even start?’’ you  teased him, repeating his words from yesterday night. 

‘’Please. Baby please I promise I will make it up to y-‘’ before he could finish it your tongue was circling over his tip, licking the precum up.  

‘’Mhm shit. ‘’ he glanced around, checking if no one was looking. 

You leaned down, licking a long stripe up following a vein that runs to his tip, his body immediately reacting. His breathing quickens as he got goosebumps all over his body.  

‘’Baby girl, you don’t know how much I love you’’ he breathed out, his breathing is heavy and seriously unsteady.  

You slowly close your lips around his red tip and start to suck it while your hand is pumping his shaft. Your mouth stays at his tip, making him whine and begging for more. Spit starts stringing down your bottom lip, making a wet spot on the hot sand underneath you. 

His hips started to trust upwards, trying to get something more from you. But instead off taking him further into your mouth, you pulled yourself completely off his dick.  

´´ cherrie? Did- did i-i do something w-wrong, did i go to far´´  

Before he could rumble more you stopped him. ´´ ofcourse not, dont be silly babe its just- you really need to stop acting like you didnt got touched´´ you chuckled. ´´ oh and stop trusting upwards, i have time today´´ you winked, he clearly understood you but he almost exploded and he just need to come, NOW.  

You saw him thinking, searching for something to make you keep going. And then he just found the perfect dare .‘’Oh- don’t get me wrong princess but not that someone would see that your sucking me off. I’m way to big for your pretty mouth so you can´t hide it’’   

Pierre his smile is big, his cheeks are red glowing, his bottom lip stuck between his teeth, waiting for you to responds. 

“Oh watch me’’ you dared him.  

 You knew you could do it, taking a sharp breath through your nose before leaning in, taking him all the way in your mouth. His tip hits the back of your throat, stopping the movements there making you splutter around him. 

His tip hitting the back of your throat occasionally. Your nose touching his pubic bone as your head starts to bob up and down. It makes you gag every time while you took him all the way down your throat. Yes, he was big and you knew not every girl could do this.  

‘’F..fuck mon amour’’ he moaned his legs moving a bit nervously up. The chance off getting caught is big, its besides that just a normal and public beach. 

‘’Your mouth.. feels like heaven princess’’ Pierre moaned while you picked up the speed, yes you had time but you knew that George could arrive at any moment.  

Your head bobbing up and down, gagging every time his tip hit the back of your throat. He threw his head back, eyes fully closed and his mouth open, moaning things in french while trying to act so normal as possible. 

You could feel yourself drowning in your thoughts. ´what if´ ´ is someone watching  us´ Pierre immediately felt it. 

‘’Get back to work babygirl. I need you to make me cum before George will find us’’ he smiled, his voice cracked. It’s low and full hunger as he bulks his hips upwards. His hips are off the ground as he bottoms out in your mouth, stopping his movements there while he moaned loudly. 

You can hear it in Pierre his voice that he really tries to be quiet, his fingers dinging into the sand and his bottom lip is stuck between his teeth. 

“Fuck p-please f-f-fin-ish it please’’ he struggles. His voice grows lower and lower, groaning as he lowers his hips back down.  

You got immediately back to work as your head bobs up and down, quickening the pace, sucking him off like your starving. Your hand pumping the rest of his cock as your mouth is focused on the tip, circling your tongue and closing your lips around his tip sucking. And yes, you could bet that your thong is a soaked pool. You closed your thighs moving a bit trying to get more friction  

“Fuck! I’m close mon amour’’ he moaned out, looking down at you. “Do you want to swallow it, because if you don’t, you don’t have too’’ he struggled with talking but of course you wanted to swallow. And for the last time you bobbed your head down, nose touching his pubic bone as you felt a warm liquid spilling down your throat.  

You were quick in swallowing, showing your tongue as a quick reminder that you swallowed it all. But before you could show your tongue, your saw 2 long legs standing behind Pierre. And those legs were so familiar.  

It was George. Yes George! He had an amazing view from there, he was perfectly looking down at you.  

Pierre saw your face and immediately knew who was standing behind him. you admitted a few weeks ago that you wanted george to join you and Pierre, but Pierre was a guy, that don’t wanted to share.  

‘’fuck! Uh-’’ Pierre cursed before tugging his pants up, you were quick in turning around. Not that George haven’t seen you already.  

Your hands flying to your face, trying to hide your already watery eyes. The only thing that was on your mind was ‘’how am I gonna face George again?’’ 

You could hear George chuckle ‘’ I’m sorry mate.. didn’t .. uh didn’t really saw that coming’’ George laughed nervously, his hands were folded together in front off his crotch. 

‘’Its okay mate’’ Pierre spoke before shoving a bit towards you, hugging you from behind. ‘’It’s okay princess’’ Pierre whispered in your ear, trying to calm you a bit down. ´hey baby look at me´  

‘’What if he tell-‘’ 

’’Don’t worry  y/n, I wont tell anyone. Besides that you uhm’’ George smiled, Pierre tilted his head to him.  Seeing George standing there, both hands before his crotch. Pierre immediately understood why. It turned George on 

‘Its okay baby. Come on. Lets go home’’ Pierre giggled before getting up, pulling you up also.  

Oh and believe me you struggled. You immediately buried your head in Pierre’s his chest. God this is so embarrassing. 

‘’How did you find us so quickly?’’ Pierre asked george  

‘’Well, no one has that Louie bag like you. So, it wasn’t difficult’’ he chuckled while greet hugging Pierre. 

Pierre motioned to George to come over. George leaned forward and gave you a big hug. You could smelled is cologne and all you could do was relax in his arms. When George pulled away from the hug, he kept standing close. His eyes searching for yours.  ‘’Don’t worry about it angel’’ George smiled softly. Pierre softly pushed you forward making you stand fully pressed up against George, already feeling his hard on poking against your lower belly. You had to look up at him, because George is so tall. The moment your eyes met, it felt just like a movie. 

 Staring deeply into his eyes. It felt strange but something inside you told you that this night wasn’t over. George was the first one to break the silence, 

‘’Oh you uhm-‘’ he points at your mouth ‘’uhm I think you have uh-‘’ George struggled, his cheeks turning red. Your hand came up to take it away but Pierre slapped them right away.  

‘’Let him take it off’’ Pierre smirked while George swallowed hard. It wasn’t weird that Pierre loved to have the control. Normally George was a dominant person too, but somehow he let Pierre instructed him. 

‘’Go on mate take it away then’’ Pierre winked while he settled himself behind you.  

Your standing there, sandwiched between sir Russell and Pierre Gasly. Pierre settled his hands on your waist,  while looking down at your mouth. Seeing his cum dripping out the corner from your mouth made him instantly hard again. 

George brought his hand to your face, his thumb sliding over the corner of your mouth, slowly taking the cum off your red, swollen lips.  

‘’Stick out your tongue baby girl’’ Pierre commanded you. And you were very quick in obeying him, sticking out your tongue to George.  George was quick in understanding and brought his thumb to your mouth. You quickly closed your lips around George his thumb and sucked the cum of george his thumb.  

The ride home was normal. You went upstairs to change into your bikini. Pierre was so lovely to put the Jacuzzi on for you.  

While you were upstairs, Pierre and George settled themselves down at the kitchen table 

The moment you walked down only covered in your blue bikini, a towel under your arm and your phone in the other hand.  ‘’Damn’’ Pierre spoke, leaving both of the boys totally speechless. George immediately felt his cheeks heating up catching himself looking. The bikini wasn’t covering that much and the color blue suited you perfectly. Even better was if it was a Mercedes one.  

‘’Oh come on. Pick up your jaw boys’’ you chuckled before you walked to the fridge, grabbing a drink. While you were bending down to grab it out the fridge, you felt a hand spanking down on your ass cheek. The sudden contact made you moan. 

‘’Hey!’’ you half shout while smiling, immediately walking away leaving Pierre and George there, Pierre´s mouth still open while he was smiling too.  

‘’Don’t stop walking, otherwise you have 2 boys to help’’ Pierre smirked before nudging George.  

‘’I don’t mind though’’ you winked before walking out.  

And within 20 minutes both of the boys came out the house. They were only wearing a pair of swim trunks. George borrowed a set from Pierre.  

‘’It was boring without you two’’ you pouted while the boys got in. They were still talking to each other. Pierre leaned down and gave you a kiss on your forehead.  

‘’Don’t whine so much, otherwise I will bend you over and make you whine.’’ Pierre smirked while he sat down beside you while george took a place in front of you. 

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You all had an amazing night, talked a lot about f1 but also about your life’s. The mood was amazing and you all had so much fun.  

´´Cherrie are you gonna help that little boy out there? Only if you want it of course.. but I bet he wanna fuck your slutty pussy cherrie´ Pierre whispered while he kissed your neck. His puffy lips sucking on your skin. George was minding his own business on his phone. 

You immediately understood what Pierre his plan was.  You swum up to George. Immediately getting his attention. He laid his phone outside the Jacuzzi while you made yourself comfortable on his lap so you were facing the handsome boy George Russell.  

´´ That bulge here´´ just when you said ´here´ you rolled your hips over his crotch, making him bite his lip.    

´It’s painfully hard huh?´´ you smiled. George looked at you, fully in shock. when you leaned down and kissed his lips he thought he was dreaming this. Your tongues finding each other easy, lips moving synchronic against each other. His hands easily finding your but, softly squeezing your ass into his large hands.  

When you both pulled back George immediately looked at Pierre . ´´  Your really okay with this´´ 

´´Yeah I am. In for a threesome?´’ Pierre smiled, he almost chuckled it. He didn’t wanted to admit that it was not easy to see his girl making out and going to fuck someone else.. But it made something loose in him, and it made him instantly hard.  

´With her always!´´ George smiled, your hips started to roll forward over his crotch. His abs spanning together when your  hips rolled over his already semi hard dick.  

´Its so easy to turn you on´ you breath out while you quickly lifted your hips so you could pull George his swim trunks down.  

Your hands flied down to his semi harden cock. Your tiny hands ( if you see Pierre or George his hands, yes your hands are small and tiny) around his cock. Your hands found a easy and steady pace. George closed his eyes as your hand worked up and down his shaft.  

And within 70 seconds he was solid hard. And damn, Pierre was big. Bigger then a normal person but George?!?!? George was HUGE veiny and not to forget, he was long and thick. 

´Cat got your tongue princess?´ George chuckled, his cheeks were glowing red. He always dreamed of this, but he knew you were off limits. You were Pierre’s, not his.  

´Uh woah.. no but uhm.. ´´ you struggled while your hands quickly made work from your bikini bottom. Pierre got up and settled him behind you two.  He sat up on his knees, his hands were on your waist and your back was against his chest to support you.  

Pierre handed you a condom and opened the package for you. You rolled the condom around George and settled yourself above him.  

´Relax cherrie´ Pierre whispered in your ear before helping you sunk down onto George, Pierre’s hands still on your hips.  

You were speechless, Pierre was your first one ever and you never had sex with anyone besides him. Pierre was already a bigger size then a normal person, but George. It felt like this was your first time again. Pain, that was the only thing you could think off.  

´Mhm fuck.. your so.. fucking... tight ´’ George moaned, every time you sunk lower and lower until his whole dick disappeared into you.  

´´Give her a little bit time George´ Pierre smiled, kissing your neck while both men gave you time to get used.  

´´Jesus baby girl. It’s like your already cumin around me.. ´´ 

´´ I- I never had someone that was this .. tight.. fuck .. please relax, I think I’m not gonna last long´´ George moaned, pulling you forward to connect your lips on his. The sudden movement made you moan into his mouth. George took that chance to explore your mouth.  

His lips made a way from your mouth, to your jaw, back to your neck. Pierre hands settled them down on your hips, he slowly lifted you up and down. George was big, but it felt right. The pain slowly started to turn into pleasure. Pierre immediately felt that. Your hips started to move up and down faster and deeper. But Pierre immediately stopped you.  

´´No no cherrie. you gotta follow daddy´s hands now´´ Pierre whispers in your ear. He pressed his hips into your lower back, letting you feel the outlines of his already harden dick.  

´´Go on cherrie, ask George what he want´´ Pierre’s lips grew into a smile. 

´´Georgiee what do you want-´´ you breath out, your eyes closing as George’s tip started to hit your G-spot. 

´Fuck princess!  I want you to cum over me, fuck Your so tight´ George repeated, your walls clenching around his cock.  George started to trust upwards. Pierre stilled your movements while his puffy lips are on your neck creating some purple patches.  

´F-fuck G-Georgie.. ´’you moaned out as George was thrusting upwards in an amazing pace, not slow, not fast.  

George his hands were beside his lap. Steading himself while he trusted inside you. Pierre hands were on your hips, stilling your movements so George could set the pace. George’s hips were thrusting upwards, his dick hitting your g-spot perfectly.  

´Fuck baby girl. You have- you have to stop squeezing me- I-I- im gonna cum´´ George moaned out, his trusts became sloppier. His breathing was fast and deep and he was moaning like crazy. It felt weird at the first time, moaning your name while Pierre was facing him too.  

´I fucking tell you y/n, you're NOT gonna cum on his dick.´’ Pierre commanded you. He could tell you from your face impressions that you were running close.  

´No.. need to be.. jealous Gasly. You can fucking make her cum so many times!´  George snapped, he was close, his hips not slowing down. Besides that, he sped up.  

´Who said this was the last time?´´ Pierre smiled. ´´ Even when we are in a relationship, I don’t mind sharing her with you, but we can talk that later on´´  

George only moaned in response. His dick hitting that sweet spot inside you as his abs started to pull together. His breaths became more and heavier, he pushed Pierre his hands off your hips, to replace them with his own. his hands helping you move faster up and down as Pierre his hand slides over your breasts.  Pierre quickly untied your bikini top, making it fall down as one of his hands grabbed your throat. His hand squeezing your throat a few times before sliding it back down to your breasts.  

´Fuck fuck- I'm gonna c-cum´´ George moaned, and within 5 seconds, his whole body was shaking, he was moaning, his head was thrown back and his eyes were shut.  

Something triggered you, the well-known knot in your stomach. George was driving you to the edge, but before it could snap, Pierre was there. His hands gripped your waist and pulled you upwards off George.  

´Noo- Pierre please- please let me cum´´ you begged. He knew you hated this so much. His grip made you turn around so you were facing Pierre instead of George.  

“Do you want to cum baby?´´ Pierre smiled. You could only nod in responds.  

´´Please daddy. Let me take care of you two´´ you begged Pierre 

´´Only if you ask nicely baby´´ Pierre smirked. He wanted to hear it.  

´Please, please please daddy. Please let me take care of you two´´ you smiled, George got up on his knees too, pressing his body into yours.  

´Oh? Are you gonna be our good girl then?´´ George whispered in your ear, his tongue running over the purple patches that Pierre made.  

´´Yes yes yes Georgie- I will´´ you breath out, you throwed your head back on George’s shoulder. Pierre leaned down and attached his lips on your harden nipple. It made you arch your back forward, pushing Pierre face into your boobs.  

´´Eager?´´ Pierre smiled. His face was tilted upwards and he was slightly blushing.  

´Mhm´ you mumbled. George’s hands were on your ass, kneading it into his hands.  

´How do you want it baby´ Pierre smiled. ´Tell us your dirty thoughts baby´ George added. 

´I know it maybe sounds weird-´ you spoke, but George cut you off.  

´It isn’t weird princess, look we are having a threesome so go on´’ George smiled.  

´Blur it out cherrie´ Pierre bit his lip, waiting for you to go on. His mind was running like crazy. He knew you were kinky in bed but this was something he didn’t saw. 

You hesitated a little bit before spitting it out. ´´ I want you two to kiss, like... With tongue´ ´ 

Pierre and George´s eyes shot wide. Pierre immediately started blushing harder.  

´Oh wow, uh- I- I take my words back´ George chuckled.  

They both stared at you, completely in shock. It was like they were frozen. They just couldn’t find the rights words for this. Not that they didn’t wanted this because deep down, Pierre really wanted to kiss a boy for once.  

´´Only if you want to- but please it's so hot and I- I'm dreaming about that for really long now´´ you blurred out, your cheeks started to heat up. Slightly embarrassed that you said it.  

´Look I know your both straight- but please, if we are gonna have sex more- it's just really hot´  

´´Okay- uhm let this dream of yours come out then´´ George spitted out. Pierre only could blush. He was off the world.  

And before you knew, you were sitting on the edge of the Jacuzzi. Pierre and eorge were settled in front of each other 

Pierre was the first one to make a move. He brought his hand upwards to cup George’s cheek, pulling George forward and kissing his lips. At first, they were slow and it was a little bit awkward. But it immediately felt away when their tongues found each other. Lips moving synchronic with each other. Tongues fighting for dominance. 

George pulled Pierre on his lap. Pierre could feel that George was hardening underneath him. Lips not coming off each other as they kept fighting.  

George could only moan in response. You told him so many times that Pierre was a good kisser and now he could only say yes. Pierre kissed a way down to George’s neck, slowly sucking on his skin.  

´I bet that she is watching us like we are a god Georgie´ Pierre whispered before sucking on his earlobe.  

´Oh fuck y/n.. You didn’t lie when you told me that Pierre is a good kisser´ George breath out while Pierre pulled back. Admiring the purple patch he made on george his neck. 

Pierre turned his face around looking at you.  

´Enjoying the show baby?´ Pierre smiled, accidently rolling his hips over George’s crotch, feeling his already hard dick poking underneath him, George’s heartbeat is fast and he could bet that Pierre could hear it. 

´´ That seemed-  hot..´´ you blushed, you patted beside you on the edge. George smiled and took place beside you. You got off the edge and settled yourself on all fours in front of George.  

You got an idea. An idea that wasn’t normal.  

George pulled his swim trunks off and thrown them away. Meanwhile you took place in front of George while one hand settled itself on George’s length.  

You turned your head to Pierre before saying ´´come on daddy are you gonna help me´´ you tried to put your best puppy eyes on Pierre who swallowed  hardly. His breathing hitched before coming to you to. He settled himself beside you.  

´Yeah fuck it´  Pierre mumbled before licking one long stroke up George’s dick.  

´Oh- fuck yes Pierre´ George moaned when Pierre closed his lips around his red swollen tip. You only could sit there watching this;  

George was a moaning mess while Pierre worked his mouth up and down. Spit dripping down Pierre’s mouth while his hand was working on George’s balls. 

Pierre started to hollow his cheeks out, one hand on george his shaft while his mouth was fully focused on George’s tip. George was sensitive and overstimulated. It wasn’t hard to bring him to the edge  

´Fuck Pier- daddy please, I'm so f-fucking c-close´ George moaned his body started to shake, and the moment he was gonna explode you pulled Pierre off his dick. 

George only could groan while he was trying to catch his breath. This was unbelievable. He got sucked off by Pierre, Pierre Gasly. 

´Already tired ?´ you smirked ´gonna fuck your little slut?´ you asked, Pierre his eyes shooed widen before taking place behind you. 

He made you sit in doggy style, your face facing the edge of the Jacuzzi. George was still in front of you while Pierre was behind you. Pierre’s hands were on your ass, while his knee was kicking your legs open.  

´´Put that slutty mouth to use cherrie and show him how good you are´´ Pierre spoke from behind, his hand coming down and slapping your ass cheek. Because your whole body was wet, it hurted little bit but it didn’t care . Besides, it made you moan and George took that opportunity to fill your mouth up with his dick.  

You easily closed your lips around George as you started to suck him. Your eyes fixed upwards looking upwards through your lashes. While your mouth was all over George, Pierre shoved this tip up and down your slit, circling his tip a few times over your clit.  

Muffled moans came out your mouth as George slowly started to thrust into your mouth. Pierre slowly pushed his tip inside your entrance. You moaned around George, which made him moan too because of the vibrations.  

´Don’t hurt her. If she squeezes your arm, stop´ Pierre commanded George, his dick slowly disappeared inside you.  

George his hips started to buck forward into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks out, letting his tip hit the back of your throat while he praised you. Pierre and George worked in a tandem. When George trusted in your mouth, Pierre got out.  You sucked and moaned around George while Pierre was hitting your G-spot repeatedly. You were sensitive and when Pierre brought his hand back to rub your clit, It almost felt too much.  

George saw that it was to much and immediately did something. 

´´Woah calm down angel´´  George´s hand gently tugged you of his cock, giving you a moment to breathe as he held your head in place. His other hand moving to cup your jaw gently, his thumb wiping some spit from the corner of your mouth. Waiting for you to come a little bit down. Pierre didn’t slowed down. His thrusts became harder and his dick disappeared every time he trusted inside. 

´Look at you, so quiet now huh? Go on and take my cock like the little slut you are ´´ George smiled as you got back to work. You were sucking his tip like you were dying while your other 2 hands pumped his shaft.  

The constant impact at the back off your throat had your eyes prickling with tears, threatening to ruin your mascara. At least what’s left of it. When George could feel that your jaw was growing tired, he took it over, using his hand that was already intertwined with your hair to move your head. The other one was on your jaw, trying to help you. 

´Yeah baby you better listen or daddy wont fill that pretty pussy of yours´ ´´ Do you wanna get filled baby? Because daddy is gonna fill you up if you want to´ Pierre added, Before you even could nod or say something, you already got filled. Pierre’s cum filling you perfectly up. His hand rubbed faster over your overstimulated pussy and making you almost seeing stars. 

´Come on cherrie let it go for daddy´ Pierre praised you, as body started to shake while you really tried to focus. 

´Yeah be a pretty slut like you always are and cum over daddy’s cock´ George added while moaning loudly. The sounds he was making was enough to make you forget the pain and tiredness in your jaw. Low groans, moans, and French swear words filled the air.  

You felt him twitching in your mouth while your orgasm was on the point off exploding, Your orgasm hit you hard, almost like a rock fell on you. Your body was shaking and you were a moaning mess. George came at the same time as you, filling your mouth up with his hot, sticky cum. You easily swallowed it and when George pulled you of his dick you showed him your tongue, as a reminder that you swallowed everything. 

You couldn’t even come down from your high or George was already questioning you. 

´Can i clean you?´ George spoke, his cheeks were red and his hair was messy.  

´´Uhm- yeah of course ´´ you mumbled. Not really knowing what his plan was.  

George picked you up before walking out, laying you down on the sofa before getting back on his knees. 

´What are you-´ before you could finish, you felt George’s tongue on your clit, slowly dragging it up and down your slit. Making sure to eat the dripping cum while George’s hands spread you open while he ate you out.  

´George- fu-fuck yes!´ you were again a moaning mess, because of the overstimulation your body was so sensitive. His tongue lapping perfectly on your throbbing pussy. His lips easily finding your clit while 2 fingers made their way into you.  

His fingers slowly angled upwards and settled a quick and rough pace. His lips and tongue focused on your clit. One hand was on your waist to stop you from bulking your hips up, while the other one was playing with your nipple. His fingers were perfectly hitting your g-spot.  

You could feel your orgasm approaching and before you could tell it, it was there. And you thought that you couldn’t come harder. But this time it seriously felt like you were passing out, a delicious feeling rushed through your body while your hands gripped down George´s hair.  

 

´´’you did amazing princess´´ George kissed your head and helped you to sit up.  

´´ i have no words for today..´´ George chuckled ´´ can i get you anyth-´´  

Before George could finish Pierre was there. He had his hands full with stuff and even a blade.  

´´ you look ..-´´’pierre paused while putting the blade down, his brain was searching for the right words. ´´ fucked out´´ he smiled  

´´ here, put this on´´ Pierre handed your pajamas and a bra and thong. You mumbled a quick thank you before shooting it on. Pierre was already dressed and so nice to bring clean and dry clothes for George.  

Aftercare was second on the list, and it was definitely something that was important. Besides clean clothes, Pierre also brought drinks and some snacks.  

 

´´ so is this gonna be our weekly relax moment?´´ pierre chuckled.  

 

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Marcus Armstrong – be quiet.

Summary : your on a vacation with Marcus and his family, you went out swimming with them in the sea, because you were on a vacation with them you and Marcus didn’t had any sexual time. But seeing him on the beach swimming and playing with his siblings ( I don’t know if he has any, but for now he does 😉) fans asking photos with him.. it does something with you. When you all got home you decided to play with your self, but it didn’t got un seen by Marcus.

( ps a big thank you to @carlos55edits !! She helped me and I woudntl being able to post it without her)

Praises ; ‘’spank me then ‘’ ‘’here with everyone in the next room?’’

thigh riding, spanking, orgasm ( f reciving), getting caught, teasing, P in V, 18+++

You and Marcus were a couple for almost 2 years. Since covid cases have been on the lower spectrum, everyone could travel again. You went with Marcus and your in-laws on a vacation to Greece. You all had an amazing time. His parents were incredible people. They were so sweet and they absolutely loved you.

It has already been 6 Incredible days and we still have 5 days to go! From relaxing by the pool to climbing mountains, every morning started for the boys with a run while you and his mother went groceries shopping. Today was a rest day, so we all decided to go the beach.

A beach day is a nice one, but not If your boyfriend. You decided to have a bet ‘’no touching, no sex for the whole vacation.’’ Its only day 6 but a small reminder Marcus had a race week in Belgium. They flew from there to Greece. And guess what? I wasn’t there. So, it isn’t just 11 days.

You quickly got your things together, leaving the beach with Marcus. His family decided to stay behind because you and Marcus offered them to cook

“I think you’re a little sunburned babe” you giggled, pointing to his lower abdomen while entering the car.

Marcus didn’t really liked sunscreen, he always told you that he felt sticky when he used it. Besides, he hated sunscreen overall, he loved to put it on you, anything to have his hands on your body.

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You were already on the beach playing with his little sister. You two were building a sandcastle.

‘’Baby come on you need to use sunscreen! Look at your shoulders’’ he pointed to your red shoulders. Not much later he was smearing you with sunscreen, paying extra attention to your boobs and around them, and your ass. Marcus was definitely an ass boy. He put some sunscreen on his hand before smacking it down onto your ass.

‘’Marcus! Stop it’’ you giggled before pulling Marcus towards you.

‘’You just have the best ass I ever had seen’’ Marcus smirked, faces not far away from each other. You're lying on your belly, propped up on your elbows. Macus leant down and gave you a small kiss.

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The day went great, you and Marcus had cooked dinner for the whole family. It was amazing. Marcus helped you the whole time. His mother offered to help but Marcus kept declining it. He wanted to do it with you alone.

After dinner you all went outside, sitting by the campfire and talked. Marcus’ hand never left your thigh that evening. In the beginning, his hand was on your knee, but it ended up under your dress. 

And not a while later, you were in your room “showering”. That’s what you told them. You quickly closed the door behind you, making your way to the bed while you opened your pants. Marcus was driving you insane.

You needed to get anything at the moment, you couldn’t stand it anymore. Your pants flew out tossing it to the other side of the room, your fingers slowly moving over your thong before settling you in bed

Your fingers slowly moved your thong to the side carefully and they got to work. Taking your wetness to your clit, circling over the sensitive bud. One finger circled over your clit when the other hand was moving under your shirt to your bra. Your thumb easily found your erected nipple. You took it between your fingers, slowly rolling it between your fingers.

Your fingers slowly moved your thong to the side carefully and they got to work. Taking your wetness to your clit, circling over the sensitive bud. One finger circled over your clit when the other hand was moving under your shirt to your bra. Your thumb easily found your erected nipple. You took it between your fingers, slowly rolling it between your fingers. 

The combination made you moan as you closed your eyes, you threw your head back against the headboard. 

Marcus, as usual, had forgotten something. As he made his way to your room, he heard you moan. The “no touching rule” has gotten to him. He thought he was imagining you moaning, but when he opened the door..

He saw you laid out for him, touching yourself. Moaning slightly. His breath hitched as he closed the door behind him. 

You didn’t even hear the door opening being too much in your own head. Imagining Marcus touching you slightly moaning his name while whimpers left your mouth hanging open..

“What happened to no touching darling?” Marcus asked, he leaned against the door, both hands before his crotch, cheeks slightly blushing but  Almost instantly smirking when his eyes met yours

You jumped up your hands flying to grab the sheets. Pulling it over your exposed core.

“Marcus! You godda*m scared me!” You hissed before throwing a pillow to him. Slightly relieved that it was him, not his mother or someone else. And besides, Marcus had already seen all of you. So, there was so nothing to worry about.

Marcus catches the pillow before locking the door behind him.

“I asked you a question baby. What happened to no touching?” He said, sitting down beside you on the bed.

You looked down, playing with your ring that’s around your finger slightly embarrassed. You got that ring on your 1-year anniversary. That day was an amazing day and you both probably won’t forget it.

“I don’t know babe.” you pouted, looking down embarrassed.

“Your just so... “you paused, causing Marcus to look at you.

’’I know you missed me” Marcus had a big smirk on his face. His hand moved under the blanket, his fingers ghosting over your inner thigh.

“Well, you're so attractive. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I can’t stop thinking about how good you make me feel”, you started. His cheeks flushing red immediately.

Marcus knew he had a high sex drive, and you perfectly matched that. Besides that, he was so easily to turn on.

his breath slightly quickened when you turned to Marcus, who had settled beside you. He leaned up against the headboard, legs slightly spread. He was definitely turned on. He had a, a huge bulge forming in his new grey joggers.

You slowly took the ties in your own hands. You sat up before settled yourself on Marcus his lap. Your hips slightly bulking forwards over his crotch, making you whimper.

“It’s okay that you can’t take it anymore but I’m not gonna to lose this bet” he said, his eyes shooting from your hips to your mouth, back at your eyes.

“Says the one who is hard.” You chuckled as you slowly started grinding  on Marcus his crotch, you could felt him growing underneath you.

“Stop grinding on me baby. I’m not gonna give in” Marcus said, trying to act normal. His breath quickened every time your hips moved over his tight crotch.

His hands flew to your waist, grabbing them before lifting you up, settling you down on one thigh of his.

“Go ahead” Marcus smirked, before pulling you into a kiss.

The kiss was ... hungry. Marcus smirked against your lips. His hands moving down to your ass, guiding you over his thigh. Marcus’ tongue touched your lip, signalling you to open your mouth. You slightly moaned in his mouth while he kissed you roughly.

“Mhm fuck marc please...” you whined when he pulled away. Your pace went quicker while Marcus’ hands helped you move. You slowly leant in, kissing his neck.

“Baby ... yn please stop” Marcus whined. You could hear that he didn’t mean it. One hand moving to cup his face while your mouth was just under his ear, sucking and licking over his sweet spot making him moan your name.

Your hips increased the speed, softly moaning in his ear, licking biting and kissing his earlobe while dry fucking his thigh.

One hand moved down to his crotch, slowly moving your hand over his bulge adding some pressure. His breathing, whining, and moaning became louder as your hips didn’t slow down.

“Baby come on take this to the shower,” Marcus moaned out. Every time your hips went backwards, the fabric off his joggers moved over his tight crotch.

“Should we drop the bet then? “ You moaned in his ear. He only nodded in responds.

His hands picked you up before placing you down onto the ground.

“Get rid of these clothes and meet me at the shower,” he said, pointing at your clothes before heading to the bathroom.

“Marcus?”

He turned around. “Yes darling?”

“Are you really gonna fuck me? .. Here with everyone in the next room?’’

“Yeah you just need to be quiet for me” he winked, before leaving to the bathroom.

Not a while later there you were. on the bathroom counter, your legs spread.

Marcus was between your legs eating you out like he was gonna die. The shower was already on only for trying to cover the sounds that you were making.

“Baby you have to stay quiet.” Marcus mumbled, sending vibrations through your core. His tongue lapped your wetness, his lips back on your clit Sucking it while two fingers slowly entered you.

His fingers angled upwards, stretching you out while his lips were on your clit, sucking it roughly. The combination of this lips and tongue on your clit and his fingers knuckle deep inside you, driving you to the edge.

“Marcus I- I’m gonna cum” you moaned out. His eyes shooted up before his fingers pulled out you, leaving you right before you cumed.

“No.… Marcus” you whined.

‘’that was for breaking the no touching rule darling’’ Marcus smiled before grabbing some towels.

‘’please Marcus fuck me.. I wanna help daddy out’’ you said, looking upwards through your eye lashes your hand landed on his abs, slowly following the outlines through his t-shirt.

You opened his pants while he took his t-shirt off and not a while later you standed both naked before eachoter. Marcus was already rock hard, his cock standing up against his well trained abs. he was already leaking pre-cum, Marcus was big and veiny

The shower wasn’t really that big, so you were press up against Marcus. Facing him while he pinned you against the wall, the water perfectly hitting you both. Marcus’ his head dropped down to your titties, taking one nipple in his mouth before sucking on it, making you slightly moan. His other hand down between your body, tapping your thigh as a signal to jump. You jumped into his arms immediately feeling his tip against your entrance.

Marcus lined himself up before lowering you a bit. Slowly but carefully he pushed himself inside you, when he bottomed himself out he stopped his movements, letting you used to his cock.

He watched your face expressions closely, he knew that he was big. Even you had sex before it always needed a little bit of time.

‘’mhm so tight.. your okay baby?’’ Marcus asked, you nodded in responds as he slowly started moving his hips.

It was indescribable feeling. Foreheads and noses leaning against each other. Water dripping down his forehead onto your face, his eyes stared into yours while he smiled a bit.

 You two enjoyed the moment of your deep connection. His pace became more steady, long and deep thrusts each time bottoming completely out inside you.

Your eyes are locked with his, your bottom lip is stuck between your teeth trying to muffle the sounds that you're making. Your walls clenching around him while he stretches you perfectly

“Mhm fuck baby you feel so good” you breath out, your fingers digging into his shoulder.

“You're my good girl aren’t you?” He asked before moving a little bit faster.

“Mhm yes, right there... right there Marcus” you moaned out, his tip hitting your g-spot constantly.

Out of nowhere Marcus pulled out you.  “For fuck sakes Marcus. Why? “ You pouted when he put you back down.

“What do you mean princess?” He frowned a bit and chuckled

“You always stop at the moment when I'm gonna cum!” You playfully slapped his arm.

“Turn around and shut that bratty mouth of yours before I need to fuck it out of you.” He hissed, gripped your waist. Turing you around, he pressed you up against the wall. Both of your hands trying to find something to hold onto.

He grabbed your hips, pulling them a bit backwards so you're slightly bending. He pushes himself back into you, setting a rough and fast pace.

One hand is on your hip while the other is caressing your ass cheek.

“Such a beautiful ass” he moaned. Not caring about the people that were in the next room.

“Spank me then. It’s all yours daddy” you moaned out. Marcus didn’t need to be told that twice. His hand came down and slapped your ass cheek. Not once, not twice, but three times that his hand made contact with your ass. A slightly red handprint became visible on your ass.

He grinned proudly before slapping your other ass cheek, making your moan loudly because of the sudden contact.

“Fuck. Baby you really gotta stay quiet.” Marcus half moaned before picking up his pace. One hand sneaked down rubbing circles over your clit.

“Mhm fuck so tight for me” Marcus whispers, his hand toyed with your clit. The well-known feeling in your lower abdomen started to grow.

“Shit shit right there... right there Marcus.. “ you whispered, one of your fingers were in your mouth to muffle your moans.

“No need to tell me baby girl, I can feel you clenching” Marcus half moaned in your ear before fastened his pace. Within 5 seconds your orgasm approached. It completely washed over you making your legs shake and your breathing heavy.

Normally, Marcus would stop and give you some time to catch your breath or make you get onto your knees for the driver but today he didn’t stop.

“Hold on princess. I know you have another one in you.  You're my good girl” Marcus moaned. He pulled your upper body upwards against his, one hand sneaking forward to your throat while the other one keeps circling over your clit. It felt amazing.

Tears forming in your eyes as his fingers digged into your neck, your eyes closed and your head thrown back onto his shoulder. Marcus moaned into your ear while pounding you from behind.

Your second orgasm was already close. Your legs started to shake more and more when your hand grabbed Marcus his forearm.

Your whole body started to shake when your second orgasm approached, Marcus praised you with things like...

“There you go baby. Let it go for daddy”

“I can feel that you're holding it in. Come on, be my good girl”

“Yes, your making daddy feel good”

“My girl...so dirty...”

It felt like heaven, but your second orgasm was hitting you hard. Marcus came directly after you. Your legs seriously gave up, almost falling to the ground but Marcus catches you just in time.

Marcus and you had finished your showering. He helped you with drying and got dressed again.

“That was intense.” Marcus smiled “But definitely worth it!” He kissed the bridge of your nose.

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Note: just enjoy, it’s a drabble so it’s not perfect and I’m not really happy about it but its still a Drabble so unedited!

Warnings; a mad max, called slut, praising, teasing, teasing and teasing, un protected sex P in V ( be safe tho!) , thigh slapping, dominance max. I probably forgot something XD.

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‘’for fuck sakes... why again?!’’ max mumbled while throwing his helmet to the other side of the room.

He had a really good race, leading until round 29.. ending in a DNF. Its been a tuff year for him.. 3 DNF’s in 6 races..

You and max aren’t in a relationship. Just close friends and some times.. sex. Yes sex, well since max broke up with Kelly he didn’t wanted a new relationship. And once after a drunk night you had for the first time sex with the Dutch man. And well, it never really stopped after that.

You knew after a bad race you shouldn’t talk to him. He needed to cool down, but today it felt.. different.

Max walked angry to his driver room. Everything he had In his hands flew to the other side of the room. I went after him in the room, he layed down on the couch and grabbed his phone to cool down. I quickly grabbed a bag before walking back out the room. I could see max frowning. you went out shopping before the race with Luisinha. But you didn’t had time to drop it off by the hotel.

Your idea was to surprise him tonight but now was way better timing.

My idea was amazing, happying him up. I quickly went to the bathroom, locking the door as I undressed myself.

My hand shooted into one of the bags I pulled with me, pulling a red-gold laced lingerie set out. It was perfect. It looked like it was made for you. It suited my body P.E.R.F.E.C.T.

I grabbed the bathrobe we got by it. putting it on before grabbing everything and leaving to max his room. It was tricky, here were so many people around, luckily Checo was still driving, otherwise someone would see you in .. this sort of clothes.

But so lucky as I was no one saw me entering his room.

Max as usual was back on his phone, not even looking up to see who was entering before mumbling. ‘’I want to be alone, or don’t talk to me’’ he hissed, his voice was low and full anger, his hand tightened the grip on his phone, his eyes glued on the screen.

You decided to stay quiet and sited down on the opposite while slowly opening the bathrobe to get his attention. But ofcourse his phone is waaay nicer then me..

My hand opening the bathrobe fully exposing my breasts that were slightly covered in my new bra, the bra perfectly popping them up. My hand sliding down kneading my boob.

head throwed back, eyes closed and my mouth slightly open.

When my other hand cupped my fully clothed pussy I slightly moaned

‘’fuck max..’’

And with that I finally got his attention, his eyes shooting up to meet mines. His grip on his phone became stronger, fingers turning white from the hard grip, his mouth hung open.

‘’yn please wait untill we are home.. I cant do this here.’’ He breathed out, already moving one of his hands down to hide the forming tent.

‘’oh and why not Verstappen?’’ I smiled while getting up, walking up to him and falling onto my knees right In front of the driver.

His breath hitched as he swallowed, my hand grabbing hungerly to his belt, trying to open it as max grabbed my hands.

‘’hell no princess, your not in charge. I am. ‘’ he stared deeply at me while removing his belt without looking away. His hands gripped around mine as he tied my hands to each other.

He quickly undoes his pants and boxers as he pulls me up, almost throwing me to the couch, making me giggle.

‘’oh? ‘’ he comes up to me ‘’is that funny princess? ... I don’t think so’’ he grabs my jaw, his fingers digging into my skin.

‘’answer me right the hell now’’ his grip looses a bit, but not much.

‘’n-no daddy i-im s-sorry’’ I mumble

His other hand comes up, one finger goes over my bottom lip.

‘’open’’

I quickly obeyed as I opened my mouth a bit, his finger slipping in as I sucks a bit on it.

‘’Don’t mess with daddy now’’ he smiles a bit as he leans down removing his finger.

‘’your beautiful princess’’ he says before crashing his lips into mine. His lips are soft and even when he is in a dominance mood he is always so sweet and still caring about me. The kiss is full of hunger and dominance. his hand slowly going down. His finger tracing inside my inner thigh as he breaks the kiss, not allowing me to come to breath

‘’open wide that pretty mouth princess’’ he says while holding his rock hard cock before my mouth.

I stick out my tongue to lick the tip, trying to get more time

‘’no no princess. You know you need to listen to daddy huh? I said, open that mouth, not stick your tong-‘’ before he could finish I took him into my mouth, his tip immeadtiy hitting the back of my throat, causing him to moan.

“mhm yes we gotta stay quiet okay’’ he breathed out, his hand gabbing my hair into his fist

Without a warning he starts to thrust in and out my mouth, fucking my mouth, his tip constantly hitting the back of my throat. Causing me to gag all the time while he holds my head still.

Not awhile later he cums inside my mouth, I can swallow almost everything, but not all. A little bit is dripping out my mouth as max his fingers come up, collecting it on his finger before letting me licking his finger clean.

“fuck always so brave for me.. letting me use you huh? Your my slut. ‘’ he smiles while praising me. Damn that feeling that this man can give me.. its like im in heaven.

He grabbed my legs turning me so my ass is on the edge as he settles himself between my legs.

‘’you didn’t thought that I was done with you huh? You runned into my room, trying to get attention’’

‘’Well’’ he says while sliding my soaked panties to one side. ‘’ lets say you god it.. and your going to pay for that.’’

His tip is teasing, running up and down through my soaked folds.

‘’stop teasing max’’ I breath out,

‘’not enough huh?’’ he slaps my inner thigh making me moan.

I was so wet that it wasn’t difficulty for him to bottom out

‘’fuck always so good for me’’ max breathed out, half moaning. His hands on my hips, holding me still as he groans.

I feel so full, forgetting how big he wass.. his fingerpads digging in my hips as he starts to move.

‘’mhm yes make daddy feel good ‘’ max moaned, one of his hands moving to my throath, slightly adding pressure.

‘’you look .. so good with my hand around your neck.. damn baby let me take a picture of you.. being so good for your daddy’’

i coudnt talk so you just nodded

‘’answer me right now.’’ Max spoke as his hand moves from your neck to your boob, pinching my nipple.

‘’yes! Y-you can’’ I moaned out, head throwed back, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth.

max stilled his movements as he snapped a few photos of you.

‘’jeez yn your so fucking beautiful. ‘’ he moaned as he started moving again. His trust became deeper and harder, making both of you sweat.

His balls clapping against your pussy everytime he trusted back in. your walls clenching around his cock, the sound of the couch hitting the wall became louder and faster. Groans and moans filled the room.

Max his hand moved to your clit, touching the sensitive bud , drawing circles, moaning your name, it was driving you insane and he knew you were close.

‘’fuck.. your close huh? Beg for it’’ max said, looking at you with straight face, slowing his movements.

‘’please max make me cum please’’ i whined out, my hand squeezing his uppperarm.

‘’come on you can do it better then that’’ max said, bottoming out. Stopping there.

‘’say it!, say what are you from me?’’

‘’max.. oh fuck’’ you moaned out as he slowly started to draw the figure 8 on your clit.

‘’i-im your ,, dirty girl max.. im all yours’’ i moaned out, max started to pick up his quick pace, his hand still working on your clit as his dick touches the sweet spot inside me.

‘’yes yes yes!’’ I moaned ‘’please max im your fucking .. dirty girl and I want to make daddy cum’’ i whined, my walls clenching more and more as my legs started to shake, back arched off the couch, head well thrown back and eyes fully closed.

Max grabbed your hips, his fingers digging into my skin, ‘’do you want to get filled up princess?’’ max moaned.

Damn he was always so sweet and making sure you wanted this in the same way he wanted it.

‘’yes yes daddy fill me, fill me.. please-‘’

Max his orgasm triggered and filled you up while easing you though your high aswell, your legs felt like jelly, you were suddenly aware of the thin layer sweat on your skin as you came down from your high

Moans and heavily breathing filled the room as max slowly pulled out you while leaning down, kissing your neck, making sure he left a mark.

‘’that was ..’’ max breathed out

‘’amazing.. ‘’ i answered him quickly

He sat up, smiling while throwing me one of his redbull shirts.

After fixing myself max and I got dressed.

When I reached the door max spoke up.

‘’don’t pee, I want you to walk around full of me’’ he smiled and kissed my head. Normality he made sure you peed and felt okay.. but now, he wanted to do things different.

‘’ okay babe’’ you smiled, cheeks lighting up at his words and already feeling his cum dripping down your thigh. Luckily you wearied a skirt so it wouldn’t be visible.

When you and max walked out his driver room, a few mechanics looked at you. Max chuckled a bit. “why are they looking?” He asked to him self

And if it didn’t got any better checo walked up to you, laughing.

‘’next time, be quiet please. We all enjoyed the show’’ he laughed while nudging max.

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