pairing: dom!carlos x sub!reader
warnings: smut, blowjob, mentions of gagging (based off of this request)
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“Just like that baby,” Carlos mumbled as he brushed some strands of hair out of your face, looking down at your kneeling figure with big brown eyes before he threw his head back and groaned.
“Dios mío,” oh my god, he said in a deep, quiet tone as he forced you to choke on his cock, thrusting his hips into the direction of your filled mouth, gagging each time his tip reaches the back of your throat.
You loudly whined as you glanced up at him with teary eyes, releasing loud gagging sounds from you while your palms tried to pull your mouth a bit away from his dick, but you were to weak.
Carlos briefly bit his lip and smirked, “Oh no, no, no pretty girl… just continue gagging on my cock, princess,” Carlos growled in a strong Spanish accent before his eyes rolled into the back of his head, “trust me you look so damn good while doing it, so pretty and hot,” the Spaniard threw his head back again.
His big palm made held your hair back, forming them into a makeshift ponytail as you lightly felt his fingers caressing your scalp, “You’re my bestest girl, aren’t you? Doing so good for me, baby,” he bit his knuckles of his other hand, “so fucking good, a-ah!” He moaned as he came down your throat.
As his tip was still leaking a bit with his fresh cum, Carlos suddenly removed his hard cock and moved your head by your hair to swiftly smear his cum all over your mouth, basically painting your mouth with it.
Carlos smiled down at you, “god, just when I thought you couldn’t get any prettier, I paint your pretty little innocent face with my cum and you look even better than before,” he let go of your hair and played with your cum covered bottom lip.
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Masterlist
F1 One Shots
Lando Norris
Come Home
Comfort Person
Meet the Parents
Oscar Piastri
Disturbed
Lost & Found
Jealousy, Jealousy
Carlos Sainz
Winner
Bravado (requested)
Our Home (coming soon)
Charles Leclerc
Dressing Room
Drunken Confessions
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Series
SPEED | CS55 (ongoing)
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4
Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
RECKLESS | CS55 (ongoing - slow updates on this series)
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3
SHADOWS | LN4 (complete)
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11
Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16
NO WAY | LN4 (complete)
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9
TEAM DYNAMICS | LN4 (complete)
PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7
PART 8 | PART 9
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🌶️ NEVER FORGET YOU — CARLOS SAINZ
[ carlos sainz x singer!fem!reader ]
[ summary ] carlos' and y/n's breakup comes as a surprise to many of their friends. no one ever thought the couple would ever break up, but alas, y/n was always ready to do whatever was best for the love of her life — even if it meant breaking up with him.
one : mcdonald's for p
two : the buzzfeed interview
three : you really love him, don't you?
four : all too much for little lando
five : go back to being strangers
six : the gasp i just gusped
seven : only fax 📠 no printer 🖨️
eight : tba
more to be added!
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Champagne Flows - Carlos Sainz x Bimbo!Reader
fluff.
approx. 900 words
warnings : I actually don't know if i like this so bare with me I am TIRED!
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f1 masterlist - here.
You were never quite savvy about the sport; your main role seemed to be to add a touch of glamour to race weekends and cheer on your boyfriend.
He took pleasure in parading you around, often chuckling as you listened with a clueless smile to his mechanics' attempts to enlighten you on why Carlos couldn't simply "go a bit faster."
Your wardrobe was always top-notch, albeit on the more provocative side. But Carlos adored your choice of little skirts, tight tops, towering heels, and flashy accessories. He relished treating you to something fresh and eye-catching for each race of the season, whether it was a splash of pink or a shimmering trinket.
As you wander through the F1 pitlane, the scene overwhelms you with its chaos and glamour. The paddock is a maze of flashy trailers and towering hospitality suites, each adorned with logos and brands that seem to blur together in a sea of luxury. You feel a bit lost amidst the hustle and bustle, but you keep your head high, knowing that you're here to support your boyfriend and look good while doing it.
The pitlane itself is a sensory overload, with the smell of burning rubber mixing with the deafening roar of engines being tuned to perfection. You watch as mechanics scurry about, tweaking this and adjusting that, all while your boyfriend tries to explain the intricacies of it all to you. You nod along, pretending to understand, but truth be told, it's all Greek to you.
But hey, who needs to understand the ins and outs of the sport when you look like a million bucks? You strut around in your carefully curated ensembles, each one designed to turn heads as you saunter by. Carlos may chuckle at your occasional silly questions, but he always appreciates the effort you put into your appearance.
With your love for all things pink and shiny, you fit right into the fast-paced world of Formula 1, even if your knowledge is more on the surface level. But that doesn't stop you from being his biggest supporter. You cheer him on with gusto, clapping and jumping up and down whenever he returns to the garage, regardless of whether he's in the points or not.
As the Bahrain Grand Prix unfolds, you find yourself stationed in his garage, surrounded by mechanics bustling about. When you skip over to his car and knock on his helmet for good luck, it's a gesture filled with optimism and affection.
And luck seems to be on your side this time. P3! The thrill of victory rushes through you as you dash over to embrace your boyfriend, showering him with kisses all over his face and neck. The cameras capture the moment, his smile as wide as the track itself, as you lavish him with affection.
Sure, he may not have clinched the top spot on the podium, but in that moment, he won something even more precious: you.
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As cameras had moved on to Charles, with the taste of victory still lingering, you and Carlos revel in the afterglow of his success. His arms wrap around you, pulling you close as if he never wants to let go. Amidst the flurry of activity in the garage, the world fades away, leaving just the two of you in your own little bubble of bliss.
You feel his heartbeat against your chest, steady and strong, matching the rhythm of your own racing pulse. His eyes, alight with joy and adoration, lock onto yours, and in that shared gaze, you find a connection that transcends the roar of the engines and the glare of the cameras.
As the celebrations continue around you, you steal moments of stolen kisses and whispered promises, each one a testament to the depth of your love. You trace the contours of his face with your fingertips, committing every detail to memory, as if trying to capture this moment in time forever.
And when the champagne flows and the cheers echo through the paddock, you cling to each other like two souls bound by destiny, united in triumph and passion. For in this world of speed and competition, your love shines brightest of all, a beacon of warmth and devotion that knows no bounds.
“How about instead of going out to celebrate, we go back to the hotel, room service and movies?” He offered, you nodded more than quickly, not containing your excitement until you were finally in the car back to the hotel.
Your heart flutters at his suggestion, and you nod enthusiastically, your excitement palpable as you envision a night of indulgence and relaxation. The idea of room service and movies sounds like a dream come true, a chance to escape the chaos of race day and immerse yourself in simple pleasures.
As you settle into the plush seats of the car for the ride back to the hotel, you can hardly contain your glee. The thought of cuddling up with Carlos, of sharing laughs and whispers as you lose yourselves in the comfort of each other's arms, fills you with a sense of childlike joy. You glance over at him, your eyes wide with anticipation, your hair framing your face in a halo of innocence.
In that moment, with the promise of a cosy night ahead, everything else fades into the background, leaving just you and him, bound together by a love that transcends logic or reason. And as the car pulls away from the racetrack, you can't help but feel a sense of gratitude for this simple yet profound moment of connection, a moment that reminds you of the beauty in life's simplest pleasures.
el fin.
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