#carlos sainz jr one shot

[norrisleclercf1]

Mini Sainz

Pairing: Dad!Carlos Sainz x Reader x Son Santi

Rating: PG

Warnings: Pregnancy, pregnant reader, reader feels big because she’s so pregnant, dad carlos is adorable, fluff

Words: 2.7K

A/N: if anyone knows why I named their son, great minds think alike

"I'm a whale." You moan, annoyed, tired, just exhausted all around.

"You're not a whale. You're pregnant." Lando snickers as he walks past you, making sure you are as comfortable as someone who could be 9 months pregnant.

"Lando, I'm serious. I can't even see my own feet or anything." You whine, stabbing your fingers into your side to stop the sharp pain you feel, disappearing when you put pressure on it.

"Maybe, you shouldn't come to the Grand Prix." He ponders but stops seeing your harsh glare.

"It's his home race. Besides, I want to be around him." You huff, fixing the fan next to you.

9 months pregnant, and in Spain, it was not a good mix. It wasn't hot, just fantastic, but to you, it felt horrible. Never would you be pregnant in the spring or summer again. This was the last time.

"Yes. I know Y/n. You'll see him soon." Lando comforts you, pushing the fan closer as he watches some sign of improvement.

"Uncle Lando?" A small voice pulls Lando's attention from his best friend to his godson.

"Santiago? You should be taking your nap." Lando moves to the 5-year-old and picks him up with ease.

"Mama in pain?" He asks, resting his head in the croak of his uncle's neck, worried about his Mama.

"A little bit, buddy. But, it'll be okay when we see your Papa." The smile that covers the boy's face melts Lando making him even consider for a second having kids.

"Mama doesn't like being away from Papa. Should we call?" Lando snorts, knowing damn well that you didn't like your husband away from you this far in your pregnancy.

"No, we're about to leave anyways. Let's get you dressed, okay?" He asks the little boy nodding as Lando takes him to get dressed.

Lando returns with your first child, and you snort, seeing bright orange.

"Carlos is going to kill you." You giggle, seeing Santiago wearing a Mclaren shirt.

"Ehh, he owes me anyways. I'm taking care of a toddler and a very pissed-off pregnant you. I get the kid wearing my shirt." Lando shrugs. If you weren't so tired, you'd smack Lando into the next century.

"Help me up, you dick." You whisper, knowing Santiago is in his repeat everything he hears phase.

With ease, Lando moves beside you and helps you up, resting a hand on your back and stomach. Feeling a little thump against his hand, Lando smiles; the kid was going to be a trip.

"Alright, Sainz's, let's go!" Santiago squeals and runs to you but stops short, knowing you can't pick him up.

"Uncle Lando! Up!" Santiago declares, making the Mclaren driver smile, and you roll your eyes.

Arriving at the paddock, you wince, feeling that sharp pain again, but take a deep breath, and it goes away again. You knew you should be worried about those pains, but the baby wasn't due till the end of the month, so you still had a couple weeks before they were expected.

"Why does my family look like yours?" Santiago squeals and wiggles out of Lando's arms and rushes his father.

"Papa!" He screams, Carlos scooping him up before the little one can fall.

People liked to call Lando the second husband because he was always helping you. But he was your childhood friend, Carlos's best friend, and the godfather to your son. He was family.

"Ooh. Easy big guy." Carlos coddles, kissing his son's cheek before immediately handing him off to Lando and at your side.

"Corazón? Are you okay?" Carlos asks, seeing the discomfort on your face. But the moment he touches you, it fades away as you lean into your husband's body.

"Now I am." Carlos moves to support you on your side and walks you down to the Ferrari hospitality building.

"Why is my angel wearing a Mclaren shirt?" You snort loudly, seeing Lando chase the little boy, both matching.

"Lando dressed him. Besides, give him this one. He's staying in Spain to help us when the baby arrives." You touch Carlos's cheek, who just nods but already planning on how to switch the shirts later.

Getting to the building, you notice Santi isn't next to Lando and feel that panic, but it slams shut when you see a familiar brunette holding your son.

"No, Uncle Charles! Uncle Lando said we'd match today." Your son's cheeks puffed out; in that way, he pouts.

"You're a son of a Ferrari driver. You don't want to hurt your Papa's feelings, right?" He asks, which gets a slap on the back of his head from Lando.

"Don't manipulate the boy, you douche." While Charles lets out a string of curses, you watch the exchange, Carlos, paying no mind to keep an eye on you.

"Yeah, douche." The laughs stop as you all face a red-faced Santiago, who looks ready to cry.

"Santiago Sainz Vazquez de Castro." Wincing at Carlos's harsh tone, your son's eyes grow wide and watery.

"Apologize to Uncle Charles right now! You don't use that type of language. Do you understand me?" Santiago's bottom lip starts to wobble, and your heart breaks for your baby. Santi looked up to his father so much and rarely got in trouble with him. So when he did, this would make Santi cry.

"I'm sorry," Santi whispers, hugging Charles, who chuckles and pats the boy's back.

"It's okay, Santi. I know you didn't mean it." Charles kisses his head and sits down, dragging Lando away so Carlos can talk to his son.

Crouching down, you watch as Carlos turns Santi to look at him. They're twins, if anyone wanted to contest the father of your child, put Carlos and his side by side, and you've got a mini-adult Carlos before you.

"Santiago, why are you in trouble?" Carlos asks as Santi sniffles, wiping away his tears with his little hands.

"Because I said a bad thing to Uncle Charles." You try not to cry too. Fucking hormones. Santi rarely cried, so seeing his little face, red and tear-stained, you wanted to hold him close.

"And what do we not do?" Carlos sighs, holding Santi's tiny hands in his own.

"Say bad things that can hurt people." He mumbles, looking his father in the eyes. Carlos's tough father act breaks automatically seeing his little boy's face.

"Come here." Carlos pulls Santi into a hug and stands up, rubbing his back as Santi wraps his arms and legs around his father as best as he can.

"Let's get some cold air for your Mama, yeah?" Carlos asks, following you into the cold air.

"This is heaven." You moan, reaching a private area and sitting down as slowly as possible.

"Can we get a fan?" Carlos asks one of the workers, who eyes you and nods, going down to hunt a fan for you.

"Mama," Santiago whines, climbs onto the couch and puts his head on your stomach.

"Yeah, baby?" Fingers pushing back those gorgeous Sainz's locks, so happy he got Carlos's eyes and hair.

"Is baby being bad?" He asks, touching your stomach while Carlos sets up the fan to blow right on you.

"No. I'm just.....big." You groan, trying to stop the flash of pain on your face, but Carlos sees it anyways.

"You're not big. Stand up." Carlos helps you stand and moves to stand behind you.

Wrapping his arms below your belly, he starts to lift, and you practically melt right then and there as the weight is lifted off.

"If I could marry you again, I would." You moan, making Carlos smile, loving the pleasure that covers your face.

"Do me a favor?" You ask, Carlos nodding as he would do anything you'd ask.

"Of course, Y/n. What is it? Is it the baby? Is it time?" Mind running faster than he can keep up, but you cover his hands under your belly, soothing him instantly.

"Take Santiago with you." Carlos lets your stomach down slowly before facing you, confused as hell.

"Carlos, I can't give him the attention he needs right now. When the baby comes, we won't be able to pay much attention in the beginning. Besides, he idolizes you, Carlos. Take him to the garage, and let him sit on the pit wall. Let him run wild. Give him the best day of his life." You plead to look at your son, who watches the TV and squeals, seeing Uncle Charles beside his car.

"Santi? Want to spend the day with me?" Carlos asks; without an answer, Santiago takes off but stops and runs back. Getting on his tiptoes, he kisses your stomach and whines holding his arms up. Carlos lifts him up, and Santi kisses you before kicking his feet and taking off.

"Bye, Mama! Bye, baby! Be good!" He yells and takes off, Carlos cussing and rushing after his son.

Carlos catches up and swoops the boy up, making him squeal in delight as passersby smile at the father and son.

"Where to first, mi vida?" Carlos asks, tickling the boy, who laughs more.

"There!" Seeing the bright green that catches his eye, knowing who he wants to see.

"Want to go there?" He settles Santi in his arms and walks into the Aston Martin garage.

"Abeulo Fernando!" All the mechanics turn their heads, some laugh seeing who screamed that, as Fernando groans, hating being called that by the mini Sainz.

"Are you ever going to tell your son to stop calling me that?" Fernando asks, accepting Santi into his arms, who lays his head on his shoulder.

"No, because we all know it pisses you off." Carlos chuckles and watches how relaxed his son is.

"Where's Y/n? Has she had the baby already?" Before Carlos can answer, Santi does for his father.

"The baby is being mean to Mama. Mama said she's a whale. Uncle Lando said she wasn't but has a tummy like a whale Abeulo Fernando. Why is that?" The boy leaves the two Spaniards sputtering as he rattles off what he had heard this morning.

"Well...your little sibling is growing. Your Mama had the same tummy when you were there. But she doesn't have a whale tummy." Fernando laughs at Carlos's disbelief.

"Don't ever say she has a whale tummy. Okay, Santi?" Carlos presses, knowing the absolute mess the hormones would make you if your angel called you a whale.

"Abeulo Fernando? Are you going to win today? That'd be awesome if you did!" Lance laughs, walks past them, and claps Carlos's shoulder.

"Wearing a Mclaren shirt and wants Fernando to win. Are we sure that he's yours?" Lance laughs, making Carlos rolls his eyes and take Santi back.

"Okay, yeah, we're leaving." Carlos groans as Fernando and Lance make fun of him on the way out.

"Papa, you'd win anyways. It'd be cool for Abeulo Fernando to get the smaller win." Santi explains, Carlos promising he wouldn't cry hearing those words.

"Thank you, mi vida. Want to see Uncle Lando or Uncle Pierre?" He asks and sees his baby's eyes brighten.

"Uncle Pierre." Shocked at his choice, having thought by his reaction he'd pick Lando.

Walking closer to the paddock, Santi wiggles wanting to let down. "Okay, but hold my hand, mi vida." He urges, but Santi shakes his head no.

"I'm a big boy." He whines, and Carlos thinks this over and sighs, putting his hand on his back and leading him to Alpine.

"Well...look who is here." Pierre laughs and goes to pick up Santi like always, but the young boy steps away, confusing the French men.

"Uncle Pierre......is Kika here?" The young boy asks, face red and looking away.

"Umm.....yeah, she's over there." He points out the model watching the mechanics work on the car.

Santi takes off and tugs on Kika's pant leg, getting her attention as she melts, seeing Santi's smiling face, and picks him up.

"He picked you over Lando. If he was here, I thought he'd want to play with you and Charles. Guess...I was completely off." Carlos explains as Pierre laughs.

"Little man is growing up. Wanted to talk to Kika more than me. Actually....proud of him." Carlos glared, hating that his son already has a crush at age 5.

"Don't encourage this. Y/n will kill you." He watches Santi laugh as Kika walks around the garage and onto the pit wall so Santi can see the track.

"How is she? Charles and Lando said she looks.....ready." Pierre chooses his word carefully as Carlos is one to be very protective when it comes to you being pregnant.

"She should've stayed home, but everyone is here, so she's at the hospitality and can be somewhat comfortable," Carlos explains but stops the conversation when Santi comes running up with a smiling Kika behind him.

"Papa! Papa! Can we? Can we?" He asks as Kika pats his head and explains how she said that Pierre and her could take Santi for a couple nights when the baby arrives.

"Mi Vida, I thought you wanted to stay with Uncle Lando? It'll hurt his feelings if you change your mind." Santi ponders on it and looks at Kika.

"But...Papa.....I'm always with Uncle Lando." He whines, and Kika giggles while Pierre rolls his eyes.

"Okay, let me talk to Mama about it, and if. And I mean if she's okay with it. Uncle Pierre and Kika stay at the house with you and Uncle Lando?" He asks

Santi squeals and hugs his Papa, Kika's legs, then hugs Pierre, who smiles.

"Am I going to have to be worried about a 5-year-old stealing you now?" He asks Kika, who rolls her eyes and slaps his chest.

"Stop, he's adorable, besides it's hard to say no to those big brown eyes." Kika shrugs as Santi talks with a mechanic. Carlos checks his watch and curses, seeing he's got to get ready for the 3rd practice, and walks up to Santi, picking him up.

"Come on, Santi, we've got to go. Say, thank you to everyone." Santi yells his thanks as Carlos walks to the Ferrari garage.

Santi watched the world around him; Carlos knew his nap time was getting close, so he tried to keep the little guy awake until they reached the garage. Walking in, everyone cheers, seeing their youngest member, who just waves and buries himself into his Papa's chest.

"Alright, Mi Vida, I have to get ready now. But, I'm gonna give you to Uncle Charles. Think you can stay awake until I come back?" He asks, hoping he doesn't fall asleep.

"Yes, m big boy Papa." He whines from the movement of his Uncle Charles grabbing him.

"Try to keep him awake. If he falls asleep on you, you won't be able to escape." Carlos rushes and heads to get ready as Charles and Santi stare at each other.

"Wanna sit in my car?" He asks, seeing new energy come to the boy as he nods. Charles smiles and gently places the boy in the number 16 Ferrari as he crouches down, explaining everything.

Carlos returns and stops watching his boy be so happy to be here.

"Uncle Charles.....are Mama and Papa going to be busy with the new baby?" Carlos moves out of sight to hear what they're talking about.

"Yes, but that's why Uncle Lando, Uncle Pierre, Kika, and maybe I will be here in Spain to be with you," Charles explains, knowing Santi was brilliant and telling the truth was better for him.

"Is Papa going to be doing this with the baby too?" Santi asks, lowering his head.

"What do you mean?" Charles asks, confused about what the toddler is thinking.

"Papa and I do the races, but with the new baby.....they'll take my place," Santi whispers, and Carlos swears his heart stops as Charles takes a deep breath, unsure how to answer.

"Santi...you're me...you're Mi Vida. I promise to keep doing this with you when the new baby comes. No one..will take that away from us." Carlos promises as Santi stares at his Papa and nods his head.

"Papa?" Santi asks, making Carlos hum as he pats Charles back, who stands up next to his teammate.

"Can I take a nap now?" Carlos laughs and leans over, picking up his son.

"Yeah, Santi. You can nap now." Santi nods and lays his head on his father's shoulder before his cheeks puff out, and he falls asleep.

"He's asleep on you, man," Charles whispers, but Carlos waves him off.

"Let me enjoy this, man. He's growing up. Oh, did I tell you that he's got a crush on Kika?" Carlos asks as Charles busts out laughing. The two Ferrari drivers talking as Carlos holds his little baby close, soaking in this moment.

[karma-888]

Carlos Sainz

Native Language by @tommydarlings

Elf Hat by @diorleclerc

Small Drabble by @sainz-leclerc

Carlos & Married Life by @silverstonesainz

NSFW Alphabet by @vividwritinglove

Birthday Love by @silverstonesainz

Late Night Talking by @stardu5tbunny

Desperate by @thatsdemko

"Slower, I want to make this last" by @leclvrc

Not In The Mood by @monzamash

Distration by @f1version

I Love Your Hands by @tommydarlings

Firm Hands by @lxndonorris

Home by @silverstonesainz

Can We Just Stay In My Bed by @strawberry-lol

Dating Carlos Sainz by @itslusii

Polaroid by @thatsdemko

Baby Sainz by @sunny44

The Lusty Month of May by @monzabee

Carlos Sainz Headcannons by @777bae

In the middle of the night by @silversainz

Stupid Baby by @silversainz

Adicto A Ti by @leclercsdoll

In My Dream by @leclsrc

NSFW Alphabet by @acotare

Possessive by @norrisleclercf1

Coming Home by @formulaforza

The Pleasure Is All Mine by @idkwhatimdoinghere1655

baby if it feels good (then it can’t be bad) by @curiousthyme

the violence of the dog days (prequel) / part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 by @curiousthyme (Carlos x reader x Charles)

the touch of a hand (lit the fuse) by @curiousthyme (Carlos x reader x Charles)

Glass Table Girls by @droolezz

Paella en Mallorca by @ferrstappen

Man In Black by @silverstonesainz

Saturday Night Activities by @troybolton-14

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⊹ More than friends? ⊹

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x reader

Context: Fans begin to notice how much Carlos spends his time with a certain girl which lead them to believe they may be more than friends.

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[silverstonesainz-archive]

home

─── "you're home" "i'm home."

pairing: carlos sainz x reader

It’s nearly midnight when Carlos gets home. Most of the lights are off, save one lamp in the living room, and the light over the kitchen island where dinner is waiting for him. It’s quiet, only the sound of his own footsteps echoing throughout the house. He drops his bags by the couch, trudging into the next room to see what was wrapped so nicely on the counter. 

A blue post-it on the wrap over the food, your elegant writing in black ink. I’m so gnocchi to have you. He can’t help the smile on his lips, an amused breath through his nose at the cheesy pun. He plucks the note from its place, slipping it into his back pocket. It’s gnocchi with tomatoes, spinach, and red sauce– arguably one of his favorites that you make. He leans against the counter, undoing the clear wrap before diving into his meal. It’s the little things you do for him to welcome him home, even if you were sound asleep in the room down the hall. Like leaving the lights on, dinner, and undoubtedly the covers half pulled back. It’s the little things that help him feel a little better about the weekend behind him.

Carlos washes the dishes quietly, placing them carefully into the dishwasher before finally making his way to the bedroom. His fingers grip the door knob, slowly turning and opening the door. It creaks, it always creaks. He cringes at the sound, taking a mental note to fix it like he promised all those months ago. You don’t stir at the sound, but Piñon does. The dog lifts his head from his place at the foot of the bed, tilted ever so slightly as he watches Carlos try to close the door without making a sound. He tiptoes to the bathroom, shutting the door before flicking on the lights. 

His reflection stares at him, tired and begging for refuge in the covers and you. But he hops into the shower first, because as much as you love him, you hate the smell of the airplane even more. He pulls the little post-it from his pocket, sticking it onto the counter before dropping his clothes into the hamper and stepping into the shower. Hot water beats down on his aching muscles, sliding down the expanse of his back. He picks up his body wash, scrubbing every inch of himself before he rinses away the suds and steps out. It’s a quick night routine– brush his teeth and a bit of moisturizer that you insist he use. Oh and floss, always floss.

 It’ll keep your skin from drying out since you fly so much. He smiles at the memory of you sliding the bottle to him one morning, waiting expectantly for him to rub it into his skin. He’s on his second bottle now. 

Carlos picks up the note before he shuts off the bathroom lights and makes his way back into the bedroom. You’re still asleep, chest rising softly and hair sprawled across your face. Your head is turned away from him, left arm outstretched ever so slightly. And just as he had expected, the covers are half pulled back on his side of the bed, a warm welcome waiting for him. He only stares for a moment longer, his heart expanding in his chest at the sight of you. Sometimes he doesn’t think it’s true, that you’re but a figment of his imagination. But you’re not, and he wakes every day, grateful that you’re right there with him. He holds his breath, watching as you move deeper in the covers, completely unaware of how he looks upon you with so much love.

He doesn’t climb into bed quite yet, instead hovering over his nightstand as he opens a drawer and pulls out an old box that used to hold one of his watches. He lifts the cover, slipping in the blue post-it on top of a pile of sweet love notes you left him throughout your relationship. It’s his little secret, he’ll show you his collection one day maybe. When he’s put it back in its place, he finally slides into bed. He pulls the covers over his body before his arm slings over your torso to pull you against him. 

It’s almost instinctual the way you turn in his hold, face immediately nuzzling into his chest and inhaling deeply. He stifles a chuckle, instead holding you tighter against him. His fingers move into your hair, massaging your scalp as you blow warm air out of your nose against his bare chest. He feels a trace of your smile against his skin, the soft pucker of your lips as you press a tired kiss at the top of his chest. It’s your little habit, your special greeting when you see him after being apart for some time. Whether one hour or one week, it’s always the same– your nose pressing into his chest, usually after a kiss to his lips. 

“You’re home.” your voice scratches your throat, thick with sleep and relief. He feels your body relax against him, breathing slow as you slip back to sleep. 

Carlos presses a kiss against the top of your head, lips lingering to leave a bit more love over you. “I’m home.”

NOTE: clearly, i'm down bad. anyways ive been rotting away on this and i hope you like it. as always, feedback is always appreciated.

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Love story — Carlos Sainz Jr

Carlos wants to propose to you and he plans everything in detail, but he can’t stop looking at your hands and where his ring is going to be.

Word count — 1k

carlos' masterlist

You and Carlos had gone on a spontaneous trip to get away from everyone. Well, that’s what you thought. Actually, your boyfriend had been planning with detail and effort how to propose to you, making everything perfect for his long-awaited marriage proposal. Carlos felt he had reached a point where he was dying to call you his. He wanted you to be his wife.

That day your boyfriend had woken you up with a lot of kisses on your face and a breakfast in bed. Carlos was an amazing boyfriend, that’s how you liked to describe him. He cared about every little detail and his passion was to see a smile on your face. The two of you were having a casual breakfast, then, he made a comment that slipped out of his mouth. It wasn’t until he finished talking that he realized what he had said.

"Your last name is so long, don’t you think?"

"So?"

"You could just use mine, it’s shorter."

You just laughed. Carlos had bitten his tongue, realizing he was a second away from revealing his entire plan. He was dying to ask you the question, but he had to hold on a little longer. At least until tonight, where he would finally lay his heart bare.

He was expecting a yes from you. Marriage was something the two of you had once spoken of, you had told him that when both were ready, you would not hesitate to say yes. You had let him know that you loved him and that you wanted to live the rest of your life with him. Taking that step in your relationship was what Carlos expected. He wanted to be happy by your side for his whole life. He believed in the happily ever after.

Once you finished breakfast, you went out to tour the beautiful city and stopped in a restaurant. You asked for food you couldn’t even pronounce and he held your hand, admiring how the ring on your finger would look like. He had to convince himself that he still had to wait a little longer.

"Babe, everything’s fine?"

"Yes, sorry, bonita." He apologized, paying special attention to your face. "You are beautiful. I can’t stop looking at you, your smile makes me fall in love all over again."

Your heartbeat got faster. Carlos used to be sweet but today he was even sweeter than usual. You held your hand close to his and he stroked you, putting his look back on your finger. It was only a matter of time before you realized how much Carlos was holding back from letting the truth out. He was so impatient, more than ever.

When sunset came, you and Carlos decided to have a romantic picnic, with a bottle of champagne and some fruits. Yet he rose from the ground and offered his hand.

"You want to walk for a while?"

You accepted and the two began to walk along the seashore, feeling the sand and water at your feet. The sunset was beautiful and having your boyfriend holding your hand filled your heart with affection. You could spend the rest of your life like this, it was so pleasant to walk with the man you loved, knowing that he held you tightly.

But you didn’t know he was, in fact, extremely nervous.

"It is quite beautiful, isn’t it?" you looked at the sky and then at him. Carlos and the sunset made a perfect combination.

"You are beautiful."

"I like when you’re being so soft." You pointed it out to him, approaching Carlos for a kiss on the lips. "That’s the sixth time you’ve complimented me today, I'm a lucky person."

"Well, don’t blame me for what you made me feel."

After kissing each other with the sunset at your backs, he became silent and you noticed he was different. Carlos was easy to read and being his girlfriend, you had gotten used to noticing his mood. Something had happened to him. He was nervous.

"Mi amor." he simply said.

"Yes?"

"Would you close your eyes?"

"Why, baby?"

"It’s a surprise, please. Close your eyes for me, bonita."

You listened to your boyfriend, closed your eyes and accepted him to hold you. One hand of Carlos landed on your hip and the other on your face, right on your eyelids, not completely trusting you to keep them closed long enough. You walked down the beach for a few minutes, until he stopped completely. Even with your eyes closed, Carlos stopped touching you and gave you the following instructions.

"Open your eyes now."

"Yes, sir." You joked, opening your eyes.

There were flowers everywhere, your favorite ones. There was a big heart in the middle of the sand and when you turned to see your boyfriend, he was on his knees. The sunset was just behind him and the few rays of sun on the beach made the moment magical.

"Carlos..."

"I love you from the first moment I met you, I love your smile, I love when you’re angry and when you’re worried about me during a race. I love every mood of you, I love you. Don’t even pretend not to know how much I love you, I love you so much that I want everything when it comes to you. I always knew I wanted to be your husband, but I thought it was too soon and I didn’t want to scare you. I’m ready now and I hope you are too. Marry me, say yes and I’ll be perfect. I’ll be your perfect husband."

He was already a perfect boyfriend, you were sure that he would turn into a perfect husband too. You were absolutely in love with him.

"Oh Carlos, yes, of course. I love you."

"Yes?"

Carlos rose from his place and put the ring on your finger. Everything was exactly as he had imagined so many times, in his best fantasies. He put his mouth next to yours in a desperate kiss, understanding that you had said yes. He couldn't contain the excitement, so much so that you ended up in the sand, wet and with the waves crashing against your bodies. His brown eyes were shining with happiness.

"You’ve made me the happiest man in the world, mi amor."

[f1letters]

mastermind | cs55

"what if I told you none of it was accidental?"

summary: it all started when she saw him across the room and she knew right away she wouldn't give up until he was hers

warning: overall fluff, lying reader (with the dumbest but funniest plan too lol), daddy issues, slut-shaming, mentions of alcohol, swearing, suggestive language, the beginning of the story takes place in 2021 when Carlos joined Ferrari (so it's all flashback for much of the story, including the 2021 Monaco GP)

pairing: carlos sainz x reader

word count: 3.8k

note: everything in bold are song references and in italic are thoughts, which includes memories from the past.

spanish words used: corazón = heart; bebé = baby; ay Dios mío = oh my God; mi amor = my love; te quiero mucho = I love you so much

so I guess this week's theme is Scuderia Ferrari! haha, I hope all of you enjoy this one as always! I can't believe we are already on the 6TH STORY of the midnights series! thank you for all the love you have been giving me in the past weeks since I started, it means the world to me

masterlist

Once upon a time, the planets and the fates

And all the stars aligned

You and I ended up in the same room

At the same time

Once upon a time, in the beautiful city of Milan, dozens of people gathered at a gala dinner to celebrate the anniversary of the iconic racing team that was Scuderia Ferrari.

Like everything associated with the luxury Italian car manufacturer, the dinner was going to be a monumental and remarkable celebration. The red team never did anything less than big, so clearly, no costs had been spared to make the party the best it could be.

It had vintage cars on display, red carpets throughout the corridors, and walls covered in gold frames with images of the team's history over the decades. The ostentation was notable, from the table decorations in the characteristic Ferrari colours to the incredible reception and service of all employees of the gala.

Y/N couldn't believe all the beauty her eyes saw. The young woman almost felt dizzy trying to capture all the details that surrounded her.

Being the daughter of a very busy businessman, it wasn't the first time that the girl ended up having to represent him in business commitments due to his inability to attend. However, as someone who only played a small role in the company's finances, she still felt lost and out of place, especially at a dinner party the size of this one.

The weight on her shoulders of representing her father, one of the team's biggest investors and sponsors, was something that still scared her, no matter how many times she did it.

Y / N walked elegantly across the room, with the sound of her high heels clicking on the floor following her until she reached her table. Her name written on a glass plate indicated where she should sit and she did so, adjusting her long black silk dress so that it wouldn't get crumpled on the chair.

As time progressed, her table was filled with old and arrogant businessmen, more interested in talking about money and showing off their luxury. Y/N made small talk occasionally, but she obviously felt like an outsider.

My father would fit perfectly in here, she couldn't help but think. Critical of her as always, even without being in Italy, he managed to complain about her look for the evening, criticizing her choice of dress for not being red or yellow like the symbol of the Prancing Horse. 

The young woman ended up giving in partially, painting her lips with a red lipstick that she had forgotten in her suitcase, seeking his approval, just like she had done all her life.

Her eyes roamed along the room in search of entertainment, so bored that watching others would be a far more interesting escape than listening to the men talk.

And that's when she saw him, in the same room, at the same time.

In all his splendour, Carlos Sainz, the promising Spanish driver who had just joined Scuderia Ferrari, immediately captured her attention. He was sitting at the bar, in a black suit that fit his muscular frame perfectly, fiddling with his phone, probably just as pleased to be there as she was.

All the stars aligned to bring them there at that moment, and Y/N was determined to take advantage of the chance of a lifetime given to her.

And the touch of a hand lit the fuse

Of a chain reaction of countermoves

To assess the equation of you

Checkmate, I couldn't lose

She sat there for a few minutes while she listed several potential ways to approach the driver.

Could she be straightforward and sit next to him at the bar and try to strike up a conversation? No, that wasn't a good idea. He wouldn't want some random girl bothering him at his first Ferrari show. 

What if she waited for him to look her way and smile at him, or wave at him, something like that? Okay, that was ridiculous. If Carlos didn't look at her all night, Y/N was going to stay there forever staring at him like a stalker, only to go home disappointed.

The young woman needed an excuse to talk to him, something that would allow her to build a master plan that could not fail.

She couldn't lose. She couldn't let this chance pass.

Nothing was going to stop her.

He had to be hers.

And then it hit her, her 'a-ha!' moment. With a completely out-of-the-box idea, the girl got up from her chair, apologised to the people at the table for leaving, and confidently started her mission.

Carlos was sitting at the bar all alone, holding a whiskey in one hand while the other was scrolling through his Instagram feed, until out of nowhere he felt the touch of a small, soft hand on his big, rough one, catching him off guard.

"Sorry about that, but there's this weird guy who keeps bugging me. When I saw you alone, I told him my boyfriend was waiting for me as an excuse for him to leave me alone, I'm sorry." Y/N lied through her teeth and let out a nervous giggle as soon as she saw the Spaniard's shocked face.

Carlos couldn't help but notice the girl's charming figure and the way the dress fit her amazing body in all the right places, still in shock mode not knowing what to say.

Y/N noticed and released a smile. Her plan was kicking off and starting in full force. "I hope you don't have a girlfriend who is going to show up at any moment and pull my hair out for hitting on her man?" She said, laughing more confidently now.

"Don't worry. There is no girlfriend." He smiled at him, allowing their eyes to meet for the first time and squeezing her hand more securely. "So who's the creepy guy?"

"Oh." Oh fuck. Y/N did not expect this question at all. Panicking already about her lie being revealed, the woman impulsively looked over her shoulder and pointed at a random skinny man who had his back to them. "That guy over there, but I think I've already lost him."

Carlos looked in the direction she pointed and a discreet smirk formed on his face. He looked back at the girl and without releasing her hand from his hold, he spoke. "So, what's your name, corazón?"

What if I told you none of it was accidental?

And the first night that you saw me

Nothing was gonna stop me

I laid the groundwork, and then

Just like clockwork

The dominoes cascaded in a line

Though the beginning of the couple's story had been anything but accidental, for the rest of that night, they were all about each other. Attached at the hip, they eventually moved to the driver's table, cocktails in their hands, and just talked for hours on end about everything and anything: from how nervous he was about joining a racing team with a history like Ferrari's, to why she was at that gala, even if she didn't look like one of the normal guests at these celebrations.

The fiery chemistry between them was noticeable to anyone who laid eyes on them, and with him being the hot new addition to the team, countless people were curious about the pair.

The two felt like children again, so much was the joyful enthusiasm that grew inside them. They didn't know if it was something physical or psychological that was happening to them but one thing they both believed: it was something magical.

But love at first sight has these foolish things: for those lucky enough to experience it, it only happens once in a lifetime and it's something that stays with them until the end of time.

After a while, Carlos excused himself to go to the bathroom and Y/N knew it was time to get the second phase of her master plan in order.

When the driver came back, the woman was nowhere to be seen. It was almost as if she were a mirage, a figment of his imagination that simply vanished into thin air.

He looked for her, looking all around the splendorous dining room, but there was no sign of her. What do you mean she left him alone after all the chemistry that was created between the two throughout that night?

It was as he turned back to the table that Carlos noticed the red napkin folded over his plate. Carefully, he picked it up and unfolded it, finding a phone number and the girl's name written in black ink, along with a clumsy heart at the bottom of the note.

If she had planned to have him completely fascinated by her and wanting to see her again more than anything else, she had succeeded.

What if I told you I'm a mastermind?

And now you're mine

It was all by dеsign

'Cause I'm a mastermind

The very next day Carlos gained the courage to text her and make his move since the pawns were now on his side.

From: Unknown

I have a paddock pass with your name on it as my guest waiting for you. Monaco, next Sunday. Hope to see you there, bebé - CS

Her heartbeat immediately sped up as she read that message. However, there was no time to waste.

The show must go on. She had a man to win. Putting her brave face back on, the young woman took a deep breath and decided to send a text playing hard to get, trying to entertain the curiosity he had in getting to know her better.

To: Carlos Sainz

I guess you'll have to wait and see if I show up...

You see, all the wisеst women

Had to do it this way

'Cause we were born to be the pawn

In every lover's game

Sunday morning came in the blink of an eye.

Y/N woke up with the sunlight hitting the window of her hotel room. She got up right away, put on a robe and went to the entrance to the balcony to observe the breathtaking view of Monte Carlo.

The girl could barely contain the butterflies of anticipation that she had in her stomach, anxious to see again the Spaniard who controlled all her thoughts since the gala where they met.

During the days until the race weekend arrived, the couple exchanged messages all the time. Not only did it allow them to get to know each other better, but it also took their relationship to a new level, with the two of them now openly flirting, not afraid to reveal their mutual interest in each other.

Y/N went to her wardrobe and carefully chose her outfit for the day, selecting a simple white jumpsuit and silver open heels. 

She knew that her presence would be noticed, thanks to the importance of her last name, something that worried her a lot. Not because of Carlos, but because of what her father would say.

The businessman had heard from some of his associates about his daughter's interaction with the driver during the Italian team's anniversary, which led to a huge argument between them. Y/N's father expressed his disappointment in (what he thought was) his daughter's lack of professionalism, going so far as to accuse her of being a disgrace to the family name for acting like a 'slut'.

Nothing out of the ordinary for him. The young woman could no longer take the things he said to heart, with so many criticisms and low expectations her dad had of her.

She wasn't going to stop living because of him, especially when it put at risk her relationship with a man as spectacular as Carlos.

Going against her father's orders, Y/N got on their private plane and flew towards Monaco without giving him any explanation of where she was going.

After she finished getting ready, the woman looked at her reflection in the mirror and one of Carlos' many texts echoed in her thoughts: your red lipstick drove me completely crazy to kiss you in Milan. And with that came the next step in her master plan. She took the same lipstick and applied it over her lips. 

Carlos wouldn't be able to resist.

If you fail to plan, you plan to fail

Strategy sets the scene for the tale

I'm the wind in our free-flowing sails

And the liquor in our cocktails

Y/N got into her rented black Ferrari parked outside the hotel and drove the short distance to the circuit. Did she need to have such an ostentatious car with her? No, she didn't. But why not take advantage of her connections with the team to entice the man who was waiting for her?

Arriving at the parking lot, the engine of her car caught the attention of the people who were there. Photographers began to direct their cameras in her direction, flashes going off, waiting to know who was behind the smoked windows driving.

As soon as she got out of the vehicle, she could hear whispers: who was she, where was her father, was she a guest of Scuderia Ferrari, did she have an affair with one of the drivers.

Putting on her sunglasses to protect herself from the sun as well as the flashes, Y/N lifted her head and started to walk confidently towards the entrance where she knew her pass had been left by Sainz and was waiting for her.

On the other side of the paddock, Carlos became aware of the commotion that was settling in at the entrance, wondering which celebrity had arrived this time. Although he was still hopeful, the driver didn't know yet if his dream girl was going to show up.

Seconds later, his colleague Charles approached him and the two sat on two piles of tires, talking about the race that was going to start in half an hour until Monaco's home hero interrupted the conversation.

"Mate, isn't that your girl?" Leclerc, now in on the subject after Carlos told him everything about that night, asked when he saw a figure in white approach their motorhome, with a sea of photographers following close behind her.

"Ay Dios mío, she came." Carlos spoke aloud, blurting out his thoughts as his brain seemed to shut down with the image of her.

Y/N was now mere steps away from the boy and looked directly into his eyes, giving him a sly smile, almost like a scheming criminal plotting something.

With his eyes still locked on her, as if she were the only person in the world at that moment, Carlos watched as she walked right past him into the motorhome, not saying a word to him.

Just a gentle touch on his hand, like she did at the bar on that memorable night.

"Good luck with her, mate." Charles' laughter echoed in the Spaniard's ears as the Monegasque left, leaving Sainz standing there, speechless, all alone.

Carlos woke up from his trance when he felt the flashes on him. The photographers. They sure took pictures of their little moment there.

Oh, she was trouble.

What if I told you none of it was accidental?

And the first night that you saw me

I knew I wanted your body

I laid the groundwork, and then

Just like clockwork

The dominoes cascaded in a line

The man followed her path and entered Ferrari's home, immediately seeing her alone, leaning against one of the walls and concentrating on her phone.

Quickly, the driver reached near her and grabbed her hand, pulling her with him into his driver's room.

On the other hand, the girl hadn't even realized what was happening to her when her back made contact with a wall inside a small room and she heard the door close in a hurry.

The image in front of her left her feeling equally shy and wanting more. Carlos placed both hands on the wall next to her head, making it impossible for her to break free from his hold.

"You're playing with fire, corazón." Carlos moved dangerously close to her, allowing her to feel his warm breath on her neck. "Coming in here teasing me like that."

"Me? Teasing? Never." Y/N replied, running her hand over the fireproof garment that covered the man's toned chest. 

"You're lucky I spent all this time waiting for you to come." He lifted his head, making eye contact with the girl. "You make me lose all control, bebé, I swear. Since the first night I saw you, I've wanted your body."

One of the driver's hands left the wall and he brought it to the young woman's cheek, letting his thumb run gently across her lower lip.

"That red lipstick again." Sainz reduced the distance between them even further, letting his own mouth graze over hers. "You're doing it on purpose."

"What if I am?" She spoke, giving him a look that was a perfect mixture of innocent and provocative.

Carlos glanced at the watch on his wrist for just a second, turning his attention back to her right away. "Then I guess I still have time to show you what happens when I lose control."

Although he ended up in second place in that race, almost reaching the top of the podium, Carlos left Monaco feeling like a winner after that half hour between those four walls.

Nothing would ever make him feel on top of the world like her on top of him.

What if I told you I'm a mastermind?

And now you're mine

It was all my design

'Cause I'm a mastermind

More than a year and a half later, and with the 2022 Formula 1 season now over, Y/N and Carlos were still together and happier than ever.

They overtook everything that came their way, only to get back stronger.

Her father obviously hadn't taken their relationship well from the start, leading the girl to quit the company and cut off contact with him for months on end. only now trying to make amends. Only now, more than a year later, the two were trying to make amends and reconnect, since the businessman contacted her to apologize for everything he had put her through during her life.

The media was also a difficult step to overcome. For a long time, they insisted on invading their privacy due to the business connections between both sides. It was tricky to strike a balance between not being a secret and keeping their relationship to themselves at the same time. But eventually, the two of them managed to get there with the experience that time brought.

Now, the couple was lying in their bed, in the house they had recently bought together in Milan, a city so special to them and that symbolized the beginning of their story.

Being there, in silence, holding each other, with the room lit only by the light coming from the fireplace. That meant the world to them. Those were the kind of moments they cherished the most, especially in such a relationship that required a lot of work with how much he travelled during most of the year.

The young woman was lost in the memories of the past, daydreaming about the beginning of their history, when Carlos intertwined their fingers and placed a kiss on the top of her head.

He was hers.

Just like she designed it like the mastermind she was.

No one wanted to play with me as a little kid

So I've been scheming like a criminal ever since

To make them love me and make it seem effortless

This is the first time I've felt the need to confess

And I swear

I'm only cryptic and Machiavellian

'Cause I care

Perhaps moved by her trip down memory lane, for the first time in their relationship, Y/N felt the sudden need to confess.

Her palms got sweaty as soon as she started to think of all the scenarios that could result from her confession. What if he didn't want her anymore? Would it be worth it to risk an argument over a detail about the day they met?

"Mi amor, what's wrong?" Carlos asked as he felt the heat and sweat between their clasped hands, sitting down on the bed with his body lightly over hers.

"What if I told you none of this was accidental?" She asked nervously, earning back a laugh from her boyfriend's mouth.

"Sorry bebé, but you've lost me now." He confessed.

"The first night that you saw me. I planned the whole thing. There wasn't a creepy guy trying to hit on me. I lied to get you to talk to me." Wasting no time, Y/N let the words out of her mouth before the courage to speak again disappeared.

So I told you none of it was accidental

And the first night that you saw me

Nothing was gonna stop me

I laid the groundwork, and then

Saw a wide smirk on your face

You knew the entire time

Y/N put both hands over her face to hide and avoid seeing the driver's reaction to her admission.

Carlos, on the other hand, could only chuckle as he brought his hands to his partner's wrists in order to expose her face again.

The young woman opened her eyes slowly in fear, only to be faced with a wide smirk on his face as he looked at her as if she had told the greatest joke in the world.

"I'm being serious, babe. I swear it's the truth." She stressed, remaining with her back flat on the mattress and with her boyfriend's body now fully against hers.

"Ay mi corazón, te quiero mucho." Carlos let out a loud laugh and held her face, placing a quick kiss on her lips to calm her down. "I knew the entire time."

"What?" She asked in shock, sitting on the bed and forcing the boy to sit with her.

"You know the random man you said was the perv?" Y/N nodded in response to Sainz's question. "It was my cousin Carlos. He had been with me all night until I went to the bar to get a drink."

Oh. My. God.

Y/N was never going to show up at the next Sainz family gathering.

You knew that I'm a mastermind

And now you're mine

Yeah, all you did was smile

'Cause I'm a mastermind

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firm hands - Carlos Sainz Jr

Y/N x Carlos Sainz Jr Theme: Smut (you've been warned) The new Ferrari Shirt is perfect for a little rodeo, and on Carlos, it's even better x word count: 2280+

The days are flying by, the third race of the season in Australia is over already, and even though it didn't end the way you had hoped, having Carlos back home for a few weeks makes up for it. You're lying on your bed, wearing a pair of skinny jeans, socks, and one of your boyfriend's white shirts. Carlos is standing next to the bed, wearing one of his red and black Ferrari shirts, sweat pants, and no socks, talking to his phone, while recording a video for the Teams social media accounts. His hair is messy, and you can smell his cologne from far away, a delicious, sweet scent. Work never stops for him, but you don't mind. Well, you adore him wearing his team gear, so you're always winning. With your phone in your hand, you watch him just end the recording with a huge, beautiful smile spread all over his face. "See you guys soon." He says, and you can tell he's so excited by the way his voice is pitched slightly higher.

Carlos lowers his hands and plays the video as he walks towards you, sitting on the edge of the bed. Smiling as well, you crawl over to him gracefully, resting your head gently on his shoulder so you can watch the video as well. "So, what do you think?" He says, turning his head for a mere second before his attention is back on the video. "Handsome as ever." You breathe deeply against his neck before leaning into him. Carlos is just good as these media things. He's very smiley, self-confident and the camera loves him. Being paired with Charles Leclerc helps him to get more and more confident with all eyes on him.

Carlos embraces your body against his and leans closer toward you, giggling to himself. "You think?" He says softly and turns his head to meet your gaze. Instantly, when your eyes meet, you feel like giving in to him already. His eyes are sparkling, shining brightly underneath the artificial light, and his coy smile invites you to kiss him already. "Carlos. You know you're the most beautiful man." You place a hand at his neck, letting your thumb trace his jawline and his light stubble tickles your skin. "I know." He blushes slightly, but his smile gets even bigger. Carlos enjoys your hand on his neck, so he leans into you, like a kitten showing affection. "I needed to say that though, right?" You smirk, knowing very well how much he likes to hear how good he looks.

"Yes, that's right." He giggles now, his voice again, slightly pitched. As much as you enjoy seeing him all bubbly, you lean into him, placing a kiss right onto his very soft, yet warm lips. Carlos embraces you again, and within a second, he tries to take over the lead, but you're not done teasing him a little. Instead, you pull away, just enough for him to feel your lips brushing against his, letting him want much more. "Let me tell you what I love most." You breathe deeply against his open mouth, sending shivers down both of your spines. He raises both of his eyebrows in surprise. Usually, you would just make out for a while, but now, seeing him wear that red tight shirt, you crave him even more.

"I love the way your eyes light up anytime you smile." You say, and at the sound of these words, he smiles, causing his eyes to shimmer heavily. "I love the way your skin feels underneath my skin." You say, but your voice barely comes out, as your eyes now follow your finger stroking his cheek. "So soft." Taking a deep breath, Carlos' eyes are now following your finger as well. You can feel heat rush through his cheek as he blushes again. "Y/N." He says quietly, while he leans closer, kissing you softly, with his lips barely brushing over yours. "I love.." You open your mouth but barely anything comes out.

"I love you," Carlos says suddenly, causing you to meet his now burning gaze. Your whole body tenses sharply, and goosebumps spread all over your skin. You can tell that he's feeling the same by running your hand along his neck, his shoulders and down to his arms. His biceps are bulging heavily, testing the limits of the fabric of his shirt. As he kisses you again, this time, a way more passionate kiss, you feel his arms tense even more. Again and again, he kisses you, using his tongue more and more, while the two of you make your way closer to the center of the bed. Carlos lays you down on your back, and climbs on top of you, before separating himself from you for a second.

You're lying there, Carlos' beautiful, broad body towering over you. Placing both of your hands on his firm chest, you start stroking him, gently at first, but with increasing strength. He bathes in your attention, and leans his head back slightly, embracing your hands on his body. You feel his body tense up even harder, with his pecs and nipples now pressing through the shirt, as he lifts his arms, flexing his biceps some more. He starts purring while you try to catch your breath. "Carlos." You breathe, as he lets out a low, guttural moan. He turns his head back to you and looks at you for what feels like an eternity. You can feel him undressing you with his eyes, and your body reacts instantly.

Now, he bends down again as you feel your body heating up as well, and he places a kiss on your mouth once more. Again and again, he kisses you, and you feel his hands now exploring your chest, breasts, stomach, and back to your neck. "Mhmm. So good." You moan into his mouth, sending shivers down his back. "You like that?" Carlos grunts, grabbing your boob firmly with one hand. He knows you like that, so he starts to stroke your nipple through your shirt. "So much." You smirk, resting your head back against a pillow, while he places hot kisses all over your neck to your shoulder. At the same time, you keep on stroking his strong chest, before slipping a hand underneath his shirt, letting your fingers dance across his skin, before following the tangible outlines of his abs down his body until you follow his treasure trail down to his crotch.

Carlos purrs again, grinding his chest against yours while breathing down your neck. Closing your eyes, you just focus on him, his body against yours, the faint scent of his cologne twirling around your nose, and your hand now able to feel his desire bulge inside his sweat pants. "Y/N." His voice rings through your mind, causing your eyes to fly open. Carlos' face is hovering just inches over yours, with him sweating slightly, his hair even messier and his face, eyes, and lips shining brightly. "I need you, know." He groans, closing his eyes for an instant, before regaining his composure. "I can tell." You smirk, rubbing his dick with the palm of your hand, making him smirk too.

"I want you, too." You say breathlessly, as you wrap a hand around his neck, gently pulling him into a tender kiss. After making out for a few more minutes, you can feel him pulling at your clothes, your shirt, and jeans before he tries to take off his shirt. You grab his wrist, blocking him from undressing. "What are you?" He smiles, but you interrupt him, by placing a finger on his lips. "Please keep this one on." You say, your eyes wandering down his firm chest. His body is pressing through the fabric, and yet, the shirt flatters his body so much. "You look soooo good." Trying to hold back a moan, you bite your lower lip. Carlos' eyes now follow your gaze and he starts stroking himself, his chest, pecs, down his body, and to the massive tent formed in his pants. He turns his face back to yours, and your eyes meet again.

"Just for you." He purrs and bends down for a kiss, but instead, you take advantage of him, flipping him around. Now, he's lying on his back, with you sitting on his lap. "Ahhh." He giggles for a second. "That's how it's gonna be huh?" A mischievous smile forms on his lips, as he runs a hand through his messy hair. "It's my turn." You hiss and kiss him before you make your way down his body. At the same time, you pull his shirt up just enough, to place kisses all over his steaming skin. Around his navel, his abs, and down his treasure trail, until your face is right in front of his crotch. For now, you straighten your back, showing off your body to Carlos, who's watching you closely. Tilting your head, you easily take off your shirt and discard it to the floor. You squeeze your boobs, making him quite nervous. His body moves slightly underneath you, and you can tell, his dick is pressing against his pants, hard.

In one swift motion, you unhook your bra, holding it in front of his eyes, before letting go of it. It drops onto his chest, and he looks at it, smirking before his eyes get stuck at your tits. Carlos reaches for your chest, and you embrace his hand, guiding it to your boobs. His body stiffens again, and his breath is cut short. "Like that?" You lick your lips, enjoying him touching you. "So much." He grunts, his voice now deeper, rougher than usual. Still holding his hand, you guide it across your body, down to your thighs. Together, you unbutton your jeans, as you help him inside. With just two fingers he feels you through your panties, making both of you groan in unison.

With a little help, you manage to get rid of your jeans and throw them off the bed as well. Now just wearing your panties, it's Carlos' turn. Just like before, you lead his hand to his crotch now, and moving as one, you touch him, feel his length, his thighs, before you pull down his pants, exposing his boxers with him still growing bigger with every second going by. "Good boy." You smirk, grabbing him firmly, before bending down again, grinding your body against his. Carlos opens his mouth to say something, but just a long, deep moan escapes his lips. However, he's now trying to regain control, and you don't even notice him pulling your panties down. Just as his hand, his fingers stroke your clit, you realize that.

"Sneaky." You breathe against his mouth, kissing him once, while he just moans again. Returning the favor, you stroke him a few times, before removing his boxers entirely. Now, that Ferrari shirt is all that's left, but both of you don't even mind. With his length, his hand now grinding against your thighs, and your hands steadied against his well-formed chest, you lick your lips one last time. Together, he slides into you, and immediately, you feel him filling you fully. "That's good, Carlos." You moan loudly, your nails scratching across his chest. "Fuuuck." Carlos breathes heavily, again and again, and he takes several deep breaths.

As you start to rock your hips against his body, you grab both of his shoulders to steady yourself some more. Carlos easily adapts to your movements and follows your rhythm as you lead him through them. Softly at first, you grind your body on Carlos, who's now looking at you, and with every thrust, his face grows stiffer. "Y/N. Faster." He grunts angrily, and you increase your pace. "Better?" You hiss, your thumbs stroking his shoulder. Carlos doesn't manage to say another word, instead, he nods and a low, long groan leaves his mouth. Hearing his voice like that pushes you even further, and instinctively, you move even faster, with him easily keeping up.

He raises his hands, and grabs your boobs firmly, squeezing them, massaging them, making it even harder to stay focused. Carlos closes his eyes, trying desperately to stay focused, as you ride him harder and harder. With every thrust, both of you get closer to the edge, your bodies and minds reaching their limits. He is the first one to stop moving, as his body gets rigid, and he bends his back into you. "I'm so closeee." Carlos growls, his voice breaks, and all of him is clinging to you. It feels like flying, nothing else matters, and you thrust again, this time, your body acts like his, clinging on to him.

With one last heavy thrust, Carlos screams out in ecstasy, as he releases himself, and at the same time, you reach a new high as well. Both of you moan, groan, and grunt in unison, before you let your body rest against his. You like how the heat of his body matches yours, how he immediately wraps you in a tight hug, stroking the small of your back. You raise your head weakly, meeting his gaze once again. "That was so good." He smiles softly, and places a kiss on your forehead. "Sooo good." You breathe, resting your head on his chest, before you let out another deep breath.

Carlos keeps stroking your back as you start to do the same for his chest. Together, you separate yourself from each other and lie down right next to one another. Face to face, you lean into him. "I love you too, Carlos." You say, causing a smile to form on his lips.

[manari-archives]

emails i can't send | CS55

It's times like these, wish I had a time machine So I could see what you did October 13th You wanna discuss, ugh, you disgust me Don't say sorry now

pairing : Carlos Sainz x Reader

warning: Cheating

word count: 1.3 k

note: this isn't based on the entire song, just a couple of lines of the song. i dont really like how this turned out and also it was really difficult to write about this song cause its so personal and heartbreaking. also english isn't my first language so any corrections feel free to let me know and any feedback is welcome :)

masterlist

It was a sunny day at the racetrack, where the screeching sounds of tires and the smell of burning rubber filled the air. Among the skilled drivers was Carlos Sainz Jr., a talented Formula One racer known for his speed and precision. The atmosphere was electrifying as fans cheered for their favourite drivers, and amidst it all, there was you.

You had met Carlos during a racing event, where you were instantly captivated by his charm and passion for the sport. Your shared love for adrenaline and adventure brought you closer, and over time, a deep and meaningful connection formed between you.

As your relationship with Carlos blossomed, you believed you had found your soulmate. The two of you shared laughter, dreams, and countless memories. However, as the days turned into weeks, a seed of doubt began to grow within you.

Months passed, and you and Carlos became inseparable. you travelled the world, experiencing the highs and lows of Carlos' racing career together. you cheered him on from the stands, your heart swelling with pride whenever he claimed victory. your love blossomed under the bright lights of the racetracks, seemingly immune to the temptations that often plagued those in the spotlight.

However, as time went on, you couldn't shake a nagging sense of doubt. Carlos would often receive attention from other women, and though he dismissed their advances, you couldn't help but wonder if he remained faithful. your fears grew stronger with each passing race, threatening to cloud your once-idyllic relationship.

One fateful night, as you lay awake in your shared apartment, you stumbled upon a message on Carlos' phone. It was a conversation that hinted at an illicit affair, casting a dark shadow over your love. your heart shattered into a million pieces, your world crumbling before your eyes.

And It was at times like these you wished you had a time machine, you thought to yourself as tears streaming down your face. The date of the message was October 13th, a date that would forever be etched in your memory. The pain of betrayal consumed you, leaving you feeling lost, betrayed, and utterly disgusted.

You confronted Carlos, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and hurt. "You wanna discuss?" you scoffed. You disgust me," you uttered, your voice barely above a whisper. Carlos was taken aback by your discovery, his eyes filled with regret and remorse. He tried to explain, He tried to explain, his words pouring out in a desperate attempt to salvage their relationship.

Your eyes flickered with a mixture of pain and skepticism. "How could you do this to me, Carlos?" you whispered, your voice trembling with raw emotion. "We were engaged, for crying out loud! I trusted you completely, and you betrayed me."

"I know I don't deserve your forgiveness right now," Carlos confessed, his voice laden with guilt. "But I want you to know that I've never stopped loving you. I let my insecurities get the best of me, and I made a terrible mistake. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right, to earn back your trust."

Tears streamed down your face as you struggled to comprehend the extent of Carlos' betrayal. Conflicting emotions swirled within you—love, anger, confusion, and a glimmer of hope that your love could somehow survive this trial. You couldn't fathom how the man she loved could have betrayed you. You questioned every word, every gesture, and every memory you shared. The pain ran deep, tarnishing the beautiful memories you had created together.

The days that followed were filled with anguish and heartache. You found yourself struggling to trust again, haunted by the fear of being deceived once more. The wounds inflicted by Carlos' infidelity ran deep, and you vowed never to let herself be vulnerable again.

In the aftermath of the discovery, your world felt shattered. The love you once cherished had become tainted, and you struggled to regain your sense of self. Trust, once shattered, is not easily repaired. You distanced yourself from Carlos, needing space and time to heal.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Each passing moment allowed you to piece together your shattered heart. You embarked on a journey of self-discovery, learning to love yourself once again and understanding that Carlos's actions were a reflection of his choices, not your worth.

Time passed, and wounds slowly healed, but the pain of Carlos's betrayal lingered in your heart. You couldn't help but wonder about the reasons behind his actions and the true extent of his infidelity. Thoughts consumed you, making it difficult to fully move on.

Don't say sorry now, you thought bitterly. The pain of his actions had left scars that ran deep, impacting your ability to trust and love wholeheartedly. Nice guys who entered your life were met with scepticism, as you found yourself constantly questioning their intentions.

Years passed, and the hurt transformed into lessons learned. The resilience you found within yourself allowed you to grow stronger, transforming your pain into wisdom. You began to understand that blaming yourself for the choices of others was both unfair and unproductive.

As time went on, you pursued your dreams and passions, focusing on personal growth and building a life of your own. The sting of Carlos's betrayal became a distant memory, overshadowed by the strength and resilience you had cultivated.

Years passed, and both you and Carlos continued on separate paths. you found solace in your journey, focusing on personal growth, career aspirations, and finding a love that would honor her worth. You began to understand that blaming yourself for the choices of others was both unfair and unproductive.

It was a sunny summer day when you stood at the altar, ready to marry your beloved partner. As the ceremony began, your heart fluttered with excitement and nervous anticipation. Little did you know that an unexpected guest would soon make an appearance.

Walking down the aisle, your eyes widened in surprise when you saw Carlos, standing among the guests, his eyes locked with yours. The past flooded back, memories and emotions intertwined, creating a bittersweet sensation within you.

After the ceremony, you sought a moment alone with Carlos. As you stood facing each other, the weight of your shared history hung heavily in the air. your eyes met, conveying a complex mix of emotions—regret, longing, and the unspoken question of what could have been.

"Carlos," you began, your voice tinged with a mixture of warmth and caution. "It's been so long. I never expected to see you here." Carlos nodded, his gaze filled with a hint of sadness. "Y/N, it's good to see you. I'll never forget what we had and I regret the pain I caused you."

You smiled sadly, your heart aching for what was lost. "We've both grown and changed, Carlos. It's best to leave the past behind us."

Years later, as you reflected on that unexpected reunion, you felt a deep sense of gratitude. Carlos had been a significant part of your life, teaching you valuable lessons about trust, forgiveness, and the complexity of love.

You had found a love that honored your worth, someone who cherished and respected you. You had built a fulfilling life, surrounded by loved ones who uplifted and supported you. Though the scars of the past remained, they served as a reminder of your strength and resilience.

Your paths had diverged, and though the possibility of rekindling your love had faded, you and Carlos remained grateful for the time you had shared and the personal growth that came from your tumultuous journey.

Love, you both understood, could take unexpected turns, teaching valuable lessons and shaping the people you had become. And as life unfolded, you carried the memories of your past love, forever changed by the experience, but grateful for the wisdom it had bestowed upon you.

As you reflect on the journey you've endured, you come to understand that love is a fragile and delicate thing. It requires trust, honesty, and mutual respect to thrive. Carlos's betrayal left scars, but it also taught you invaluable lessons about resilience and self-worth.

You realize that the choices people make are not a reflection of your value. You learn to separate their actions from your self-worth and to approach new relationships with an open heart, free from the shackles of past pain.

[burningstrangerkingdom]

Gentleman

Carlos Sainz x reader (+ Esteban Ocon)

Notes: Based on the song Caballero by Alejandro Fernandez

Summary: Carlos uses his opportunity to confess you what he'll do if you didn't have a boyfriend.

Of course, he had been looking at you in the paddock, multiple times, and all of them made his stomach twist when he saw you, each time, holding Esteban's hand.

He could not prevent a feeling of jealousy from eating away at his mind, and yet he had never tried anything, being faithful to the principles of chivalry that his family had instilled in him throughout his life because although he and Ocon are not great friends, the simple fact of being co-workers made Carlos put all his effort into respecting his relationship and staying away from you, putting his head over his heart.

However, as his drink was running out and the club lights reflected beautifully on your figure, he decided to act on his feelings for the first time and approach you while Ocon was distracted with some of his friends.

"Hola Y/N, mind if I join you?",Carlos came over to your table while you were playing with the stirrer for your drink, giving you a little start.

"Oh my God, Carlos!", you said with a smile at recognizing him, "sure, the seat is yours"

"Did I scare you? Where is your boyfriend to protect you?", he said playfully.

"Oh, he's out with Paul and Eric to do I don't know what," you chuckled, "do you want me to go find him and tell him you want to talk to him?" You innocently offered to help him.

"No, Y/N, this is just perfect", he said getting closer to you.

"Why?" You were really intrigued as he never did as much as waving and sending you little smiles in a long time, sure he seemed nice, but you never really had the oportunity to approach him till tonight.

"Because that way I can tell you a secret," he said moving closer to you and his charming nature made it impossible for you to move away from him, "do you want to hear it?" ​ "Sure".

Mesmerized, that's how you felt right now, the worst of it being that you couldn't identify what had you in that state, whether it was the lights of the club, the considerable amount of alcohol you had already consumed, or the company that provided you by the man you had in front of you

It was no secret how attractive the man from Madrid is, and although it will sound bad since you are in a relationship with one of his acquaintances, you were not immune to the Spanish man either and sometimes you found yourself thinking about him, of course you cleared those thoughts from your life for the sake of your relationship, and even though that tactic had worked for you for a long time, right now you couldn't help but feel nervous and excited by his closeness.

"You're extremely gorgeous", he began to reveal, waiting for your reaction..

Although his statement surprised you, you were even more surprised by the automatic response that fell from your lips: "That's not a secret, Carlos".

He chuckled, and continued, ""You're right, the real secret is a consequence of your beauty", he paused again to verify that you were still paying attention to him, happy to see that it was so, he continued "And it's just that, if you didn't have a boyfriend, I would make a move with you", he finished maintaining eye contact.

At that moment you were infinitely grateful not to be able to see your own face, being sure that it was a mixture of surprise, disbelief and blushes. The news caught you off guard, because although you were flattered that the Ferrari driver felt that way about you, you were also doubtful about it due to your drunkenness and his friendship with your boyfriend.

Carlos must have read your mind perfectly, because he took up the subject again, "Don't take this the wrong way, sweetie", he stopped to fix a lock of your hair, "Esteban and I are just co-workers".

"But, how - why?" Was the only thing you could blurted.

"Y/N, how come you haven't noticed that you have the whole paddock at your feet?", he smiled seeing the confused look on your face, "Mi bonita, I have to tell you that I'm not the only one who thinks that way about you, and, sadly, I am not the one who is lucky enough to have you by his side and be able to call you his".

In your state of disbelief, Carlos could tell, that your beauty increased, and seeing no sign of discomfort on your part, he saw the perfect opportunity to bring out what he had been keeping for so long in the depths of his heart.

"That's the story of the worst of my defeats", by now he was way to close to you, "Not being able to touch you", he made a gesture of caressing your arm but stopped, "Not being able to kiss you", he looked at your lips with desire, "And not being able to make love to you."

You felt so oberwhelmed by your own enotions and the passion he radiates, you were able to just admire his motions and couldn't help to bite your lip imagining the picture that his desires paint for you, as bad as it sounds, you were willing to accept whatever he proposed to you, in your thoughts there was only his name and his effect on you was now also reflected in the humidity of your intimate part.

Briefly diverting his intense gaze from your figure, Carlos could see how the figure of your naive boyfriend began to approach you, making him continue his confession. "As a gentleman, right now I can't do more about my feelings for you, but at least you know that the control to change this is in your hands, my precious Y/N".

And just like that, he slowly walked away, leaving you to question not only what had just happened but also to search for clues as to the background of those.

How long had Carlos been feeling this way? Why did he tell you today? What would have motivated him to do it? Do you feel more than an innocent crush for him? Those and more questions ran through your mind while you finished the remains of your bottle in an effort to calm your mind, which partially worked since for a few moments you could focus only on the burning that the liquid left in your throat, that until you felt an arm resting on your waist, making you jump in shock.

"Ready to go home, baby?"

"Yeah", you directed a little smile at him, "I think I need some sleep".

Actually, the last thing you did that night was sleep, you spent the time tossing and turning thinking about the love dilemma you now found yourself in and how the direction it takes depends entirely on you.

Thank you so much for reading, any kind of interaction is highly apreciated

[timetorace]

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

To the person that requested this: I hope you like and I’m sorry for the delay.  As always, dedicated to my gurls @diorleclerc​ @libraryofloveletters​ @lickmeleclerc​

ship: carlos sainz jr. x femdriver!reader.

summary:  it’s your anniversary and Carlos takes you out on a date night. 

warnings: smut. overstimulation. edging. orgasm denial. oral (f! receiving). unprotected sex. aftercare.

word count: +3.6K.

Your relationship with Carlos had always been private. Not for anything bad, but because you had decided that it was the best for both of you, especially for you. Unfortunately, being a woman in Formula One was quite a challenge. It had become easier over time, but you preferred things like that: discreet. It was public knowledge that you were dating, but you weren’t posting signs of love on social media or walking through the paddock hand in hand. Especially since that was your first year in Formula One. You had been through several championships, but after a long time, you had got a seat in the top category for Aston Martin. There were already people whispering behind your back about how Carlos had helped you get the seat, even though you guys were private. The thing was, you had been a Formula One reserve driver alongside Nico Hülkenberg for two years, as well as being his partner in the World Endurance Championship. Everything in Formula One had to do with who you knew and who sponsored you. After all, the teams needed money to survive, but that did not mean that you were still at the level of your competition. At the moment, you were barely fighting for the middle of the table with a car that wasn’t the best, but you had faith that you were doing well enough at the moment.

It was race weekend. Tomorrow, you two had media activities in the morning and practices in the afternoon, but Carlos had insisted that you go out to dinner to celebrate your anniversary that night. Lance and you arrived from London last night and he had arrived that morning. You couldn’t feel more like just curling up in bed and sleeping, but instead of succumbing to your desires, you were now finishing changing to go to dinner with him. You two had hardly seen each other because after Baku; you flew to London and Carlos to Maranello. It was only halfway through the year, which meant the teams were still fine-tuning their respective cars, so you had to go into the simulator just like Carlos did.

You heard a knock on the door and opened it to find Carlos on the other side.

“If you want me to last all night, then you’re going to have to give me caffeine,” you told him, fastening your bracelet and taking your bag.

“Hello to you too, cariño” He answered with a sarcastic tone.

You rolled your eyes before standing up to kiss him “Hi babe”

“We can stop by a Starbucks,” He suggested before the two of you left your room.

“Tim Hortons” You corrected him.

“What?” Carlos frowned “What the hell is Tim Hortons?”

“Starbuck is a dirty word,” You rolled your eyes touching the button to call the elevator “I asked Lance where Starbucks was this morning cause I couldn’t find any near here on Google Maps and I think I offended him to death” You shrugged. Lance could be dramatic when he wanted to. He was a good teammate to you, helping you adjust and always willing to help however he could “Apparently here in Canada there is Tim Hortons that would be superior?”

“Just look at you, a Canadian girl,” He scoffed as they both got into the elevator.

You rolled your eyes “Not voluntarily”

“Can we order coffee after dinner?” He suggested and you let out a laugh. Sometimes, you had the habit of having a small coffee with amarettos and then having dinner, something that made you look like a grandmother cause it was something that older people did a lot.

“I like that,” You nodded before adding “There was no need to have dinner today, we could have done it when we got back home next week”

“When? I’ve to go to Maranello and you have to go to London”

“I haven’t realized that” You guys usually made it work, anyway. Working together was a significant advantage for your relationship, but sometimes it was also a problem cause it meant that you had a full agenda at the same time in two different places. You had an apartment in London and Carlos lived near Maranello. Sometimes one of you could travel to see the other and sometimes it got a little more complicated. Last few years, you competed in other championships that had different schedules so you could always get a little time to see him.

“Do you think your bosses will be mad if I drive?” You asked as the two of you walked across the parking lot to the Ferrari he had for the weekend.

“Funny”

“I’m hilarious, I know,” you scoffed. You couldn’t drive it even if you wanted to, firstly because of the sponsors and secondly, because neither Ferrari nor Aston Martin would be too happy for you to do that “I don’t think even in Australia there were that many people” You commented as you left the hotel’s underground garage “Neither I think they know how all the drivers on the grid look like”

“You’d be surprised, I’ve seen girls swoon over Charles.”

“Ok, I’ll take it but,” You raised your hands up to look at him “Charles has a particular charm, I must admit”

“Something you want to tell me?” Carlos raised his eyebrows.

“What? He’s cute,” You shrugged it off “And I bought a second yacht for the summer,” He had told you guys the other day as you waited to get into the media room “But his charm is like a baby charm and I like them more... mature,” You winked at him.

“Interesting,” He let out a laugh, “Although I think you just called me old”

"I didn’t" You rolled your eyes. You were the same age, so calling him old would be like calling yourself old “I also like that beard of yours, you look like a grumpy bear”

“Thank you?” He agreed before you leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. Carlos took your hand in his and you leaned back in your seat. You two were about to celebrate seven years of relationship. Has it been easy? No, but it was definitely worth it. Despite everything, the distance, the misunderstandings, the crazy schedules, and the fights, you had made it work. In the end, they had always reconciled after a fight and had found at least 24 hours to see each other. That also taught you to value the little moments you had to see each other.

The restaurant was fancy. The valet parking took the keys from Carlos when you got out of the car. You giggled when you heard in whose name he had booked the table. He always did it in the name of Carlos, his manager, to avoid the press. This time, he had done it in Rupert’s name.

“That?”

“Rupert?” You asked, amused, raising your eyebrows.

He rolled his eyes "What? I would not reserve my name” He always reserved under the name of other people to avoid leaks. That was more normal than it seemed and honestly, you agreed to avoid photos. The paparazzi were always a nuisance.

“I like your new alter ego,” you scoffed.

“Do you have news of your contract?” Carlos asked you when you sat down at one table in the back of the restaurant. At least that way they could have a little more privacy.

You shrugged “Not yet” You guys had a meeting that morning, but it hadn’t come to fruition. You were a little nervous about it because you didn’t like being in limbo, but you were confident that they were going to agree on your contract soon. Aston Martin gave you a contract for one year. As your performance had been good, it had become official in Baku that the team had decided that they would not make use of the clause that allowed them to drop you to reserve driver again if your performance was not good. You were currently above Lance on the leaderboard and had more than double the points he had.

“It’s still early,” He replied, sliding his hand across the table to squeeze yours gently.

“I am optimistic however, they want to close it and announce it before Silverstone” You shrugged your shoulders, the only thing left to fix was your salary and Aston Martin was analyzing your team’s request to give you the possibility of having a clause to end the contract whenever you wanted “and also I think Lawrence liked me which is quite an achievement” Even getting a smile out of that man was a challenge and he had told you at the Monaco Grand Prix that he liked you. Quite a statement considering who it came from.

“At least the boss likes you,” He scoffed, and you rolled your eyes

“How was your simulator?” You asked him, opening the menu. After that, you guys spent the entire dinner talking about the reliability problems that Ferrari had and that it kept costing Carlos and Charles DNF.

“Dinner was incredible,” you told him after they paid for dinner “How did you find this place?” You doubted he had just googled it.

“Lance,” He said simply and you let out a laugh.

“I’d say I’m surprised, but I’d be lying.” Lance had been in tour guide mode since this was your first time in Montreal.

“Sorry,” someone said as you got up from the table to leave. “Um, I didn’t mean to interrupt your dinner, but do you think I can take a picture with you?” It was one waitress, not the one who had served you, but at least she had wanted to wait for you to finish dinner to ask for a photo.

“Yeah, sure, but do you think you can wait to post the picture? Maybe tomorrow?” The last thing you needed was to have people waiting at the door. I had already seen yesterday how it had been when the fans had found out where the Mercedes team was having dinner. A group of fans had stationed themselves at the door and Lewis and George had had to leave under guard.

“Sure” She nodded.

“Thanks,” you replied, giving him a smile. After the photo was taken, you signed a napkin for him before he left the restaurant.

Dinner was amazing. You hadn’t realized how much you missed spending time with him, just the two of you. It had been forever since you had spent time together without having to run around or be interrupted by someone from your team.

“Did you think we were going to last this long?” he asked suddenly in the car on the way back to the hotel.

“Please, I thought we were going to break up when the summer did,” you replied, letting out a laugh and rolling your eyes. You guys hadn’t known each other for a long time, but it wasn’t until a summer in Ibiza that you hooked up. Carlos was spending a week off between races on his family’s yacht and you were hanging out with your friends.

“It was a fun summer though,” he added, giving you a knowing smile. He was probably thinking about all the sex you guys had.

You rolled your eyes “Please, I was unhinged that summer” You hadn’t gone to Ibiza expecting to fall in love but to have fun so ending the summer hooked on Carlos had been unexpected for you. In fact, the first night you had hooked up, you had been dancing on one of the tables of Ushuaia, one of the most exclusive clubs in Ibiza.

“You were cute just the same,” He added, and you gave yourself a small smile.

“I guess that’s why you kept talking to me after that,” you pointed. Carlos had been in charge of continuing to send you messages after he had to resume his calendar.

“That and your sense of humor”

“Ah, my sense of humor” You clicked your tongue “That’s my secret weapon” You both laughed “Oh I love those” You moaned as they passed the Ferris wheel on the boardwalk.

“I know, cariño” He responded by turning onto the boardwalk street.

“What are you doing?” You asked him, frowning, “Are we going to get on?”

“Yep,” He replied as he parked “You always say how much you want to get on the London Eye but you don’t have time”

“People might recognize us,” you pointed out. You rarely left the hotel during race weekends, firstly because you didn’t have time and secondly when you had time, it was very difficult to do so without being followed or having people around.

“It’s night, and it’s worth it,” He replied.

You got out of the car and walked through the park until you reached the boardwalk. Lance had mentioned to you that this was the Old Port. You two were only 10 minutes from the hotel. There were a couple of people running but not too many people around, considering it was a Thursday weekday.

Carlos put a hand on your shoulders, drawing you towards him, and you saw out of the corner of your eye how he patted his pocket for the third time since they had gotten out of the car. You frowned, not sure what he could have in his pocket. ‘Could it be an engagement ring?’ you thought, and you automatically started to feel nervous. Every time the marriage had come out, you had agreed that you weren’t at that point yet and you would not be soon. Your Formula One career was just beginning and neither of you wanted to have children to have them travel around the world following you. You wanted to have them once you settled down. That hadn’t stopped Carlos’s sisters from always making comments speculating about how close you were to the altar. Had they perhaps convinced Carlos otherwise? You guys always talked about everything, so you didn’t think he would change his mind and ask you to marry him without talking to you first, but when he touched his pocket for the fourth time, you doubted.

“Are you ok?” He asked with a frown as she paid for the tickets for you guys to ride the Ferris wheel.

“Mhm,” You nodded.

You didn’t give each other gifts. You had done it in the beginning, maybe the first three years, but then you stopped. Carlos and you had been so long since the gifts were not needed. You used to prefer spending time together to giving each other things, even though you always gave each other something for Christmas and on your birthdays. So if it wasn’t an anniversary gift, then it had to be something else. How did you end up in that situation?

The view from the Ferris wheel was incredible. You could see the circuit from above if you wanted to. You couldn’t enjoy it because you couldn’t stop thinking about what Carlos could have in his pocket.

“I bought you this,” He said, patting his pocket and you speckled. Carlos took out a necklace. It wasn’t a ring. There was no ring. You have never felt so relieved in your life. You couldn’t help it, you laughed uncontrollably and Carlos gave you a strange look.

“I thought you were going to ask me to marry you,” you explained.

He opened his eyes like orbits “I thought we agreed we weren’t there”

“We are not” You reassured him by placing your hand on his “We are not, but I thought your sisters over there had convinced you” Blanca and Ana had been more than insistent on the subject.

“No,” Carlos rolled his eyes, “Although they are starting to being annoying”

“One day we are going to get married, but not now,” you told him, smiling slightly. You leaned towards him to rest your forehead against his.

“One day,” He assured you.

“One day”

“But not now”

“Not now” You nodded before kissing him. He placed his hands on your cheeks grabbing your face, you smiled between the kiss and approached him until you were sitting on his lap “This is beautiful, amor, I love it” You murmured once you separated paying attention to him for the first time to the necklace. It was gold and had a little racing car with your number on it. That gift had to be personalized.

“It has the date of your first race recorded” He answered with a slightly hoarse voice and you turned the pendant around noticing that just as Carlos said, it was engraved “I will give you another pendant when you have your first victory so you can add it”

“Hopefully soon” You weren’t even close to fighting any of the drivers at the top of the table yet. You were barely fighting McLaren and Alpine, nor could you even dream of fighting Red Bull, Ferrari, or Mercedes yet.

“It will be,” He replied, kissing your forehead.

The Ferris wheel was fun. You appreciated Montreal in all its splendor. The city looked even more beautiful at night and just as you had expected, you could see the circuit on the other side of the river.

“Your room or my room?” You asked him as you got on the elevator.

“Yours, I have to get up early to go to the gym anyway,” He replied, laying his hand on your lower back. You rolled your eyes. Nothing mattered, but he was always willing to get up at six to go to training.

“That’s too bad because I wanted to keep you up tonight.” You gave him puppy dog ​​eyes.

“Who says you can’t do both?”

You raised your eyebrows “Do you want dark circles tomorrow at the press conference?”

“Depends on the plans you have in mind”

“Well, I don’t have panties so-“

“Excuse me?” You saw how Carlos swallowed hard and you saw how his look changed to one of lust. Bingo. Hopefully, you could end up night having some good sex. “You were all night without panties and you didn’t tell me?”

“If I had told you we would never have gotten to dinner” You signaled before you felt his hand slide further down the hem of your dress “Carlos, stop!” You grumbled under your breath when he touched his bare bottom under the dress.

“What? I wanted to check” He feigned innocence, and you gave him a reproachful look. The elevator had cameras, and you didn’t want any trouble.

You rolled your eyes getting out of the elevator to walk down the hall “You’re hopeless”

“I don’t want to have it either,” He replied and once you opened the door to your room, he grabbed you around the waist, lifting you up into the air and making you let out a little squeak. Carlos closed the door behind you with his foot. You giggled at the rush he seemed to be in. He left you on the bed, yanking your dress up over your butt.

“You are so wet,” he murmured. You gasped as you felt him run a finger down your slit to check your wetness. He inserted a finger inside you, making you let out a long moan. Was it enough? No, you still wanted more and Carlos seemed willing to give it to you because just a few seconds later, his mouth was already on you, licking you. Your legs closed around his head, but he held them open again. With your legs spread like that, you could feel even more intensely how your walls were contracting while Carlos was sucking on your clit.

You felt how the muscles of your pussy contracted against the tongue of the “Carlos” you complained, moving your hips against him.

He squeezed your belly down with one hand. “Stay still, don’t move your hips,” he told you in a warning tone before returning your hand to your leg.

He took his time, to caress you, manipulate you and adore you, making sure that you could feel the waves of pleasure that came every time you came close to coming. However, when you were about to run, he would slow down or withdraw his tongue from your cone. By the third time he denied your orgasm, you were already a sloppy, wet, and pathetic mess, dripping down your thighs. Willing to do anything to come.

You rested your elbows on the bed to look up to see him “Stop. doing. that” You groaned. You just wanted to cum, but Carlos seemed willing to prolong your torture and not let you do it.

“I don’t want to” He lifted his face from between your thighs and gave you a smirk. Idiot. He was doing it on purpose to provoke you.

“Ugh” You gasped “Carlos” You groaned in complaint, squeezing the sheets tightly between your fists.

“That’s what you get for walking around without panties,” He answered before taking you by the hips and pulling you towards him, making you let out a gasp of surprise at the sudden movement.

“What are you gonna do about it?” You bit your lower lip as you watched as he took off his shirt and unbuttoned his pants.

“You will see” Carlos positioned the tip of his cock at your opening making you let out a groan of anticipation and move your hips against him “Someone is eager for what I see” He murmured spreading your legs and resting them against your shoulders. Carlos leaned into you before pushing his cock inside you. The orgasm took you in waves, almost as if something was cooking inside you and had reached a boiling point. When he moved faster, you couldn’t help it. You didn’t even warn him you were already on the verge. You just came. Even while you were in the post-orgasm fog, you could feel him moving inside you until he came a few minutes later. You could feel your limbs go numb and you’re not sure you’ll be able to move soon as his cum dripped down your legs.

“Happy anniversary, cariño ” He panted, leaning in to kiss you on the forehead.

“Happy anniversary, amor” You murmured against him.

[randomimaginesforrandompeople]

So wrong | Carlos Sainz imagine

a/n: so i couldn't sleep and randomly started writing this? just want to say that i obviously do not condone any form of cheating at all, i just felt inspired to write this for some reason? also gif is not mine and i hope you enjoy x

warnings: reader and carlos are both cheating, mentions of smut, angst? idk im not good at writing angst i think but i see this as practice lol, probably bad english.

you know you shouldn't have come. you should have gone straight home, back where he was. but instead you had driven here. you had zoned out when driving and you had driven here like it was muscle memory.

it shouldn't have been a surprise, you had driven up here countless of times before. however those times were justified, those were the times he was still yours. those were the times you were allowed to drive up there to see him. you should not be here. but you couldn't pull yourself to actually start the car and get out of the driveway.

a mishap, that's what you had called it the first time you had woken up next to carlos again. you had gotten very drunk at carmen's birthday party. your boyfriend hadn't been able to make it due to work and the alcohol clouded your judgement; or so you justified.

you and carlos had history, being near him felt safe again, familiar. it had been years ago, you had been young and foolish. the two of you not ready for a real relationship, not with the commitments you both had. so you broke up and it tore you apart. but over time the pain you felt made place for peace. you had met your boyfriend and you liked him, it was all good. you heard through mutual friends that carlos also had started dating again, and you thought you had gotten over it, you really did.

but when you saw carlos that night from across the room, white button up with the two top buttons unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, drink in hand and gorgeous smile adorning his face as he talked to george and lando, you realised that you may still have some feelings bubbling under the surface.

although you swore you only had good intentions when you made your way over there to greet them. and you swore the lingering touches and held gazes were only friendly. until they weren't and he had you pressed against the bathroom sink with two of his big fingers stretching you out.

he had driven you home that night and he had made you come once already before you two had reached the bedroom, making you come like only he could. you had woken up feeling incredibly guilty, thoughts of your boyfriend flooding your mind. put when carlos had pulled you against his chest and rasped out how much he had missed this, those thoughts quickly evaporated.

you knew it was wrong. it was aching your stomach, you felt bad. your boyfriend didn't deserve this. you were well aware that you needed to end this, you were in a relationship and so was carlos. however every time you tried, you ended up between his sheets for another night.

I'm outside. you had texted him ten minutes ago but you couldn't bring yourself to get out of the car yet. you weren't ready for whatever was inside, you weren't ready to face those big brown eyes and tell carlos that this was really the last time you would see him. the porch lights went on, carlos had read your message. he was probably wondering why you didn't just come in.

the pit inside of your stomach grew heavier as you finally unbuckled your seatbelt. you let out a shaky breath that you didn't know you were holding and as you got out of the car you saw carlos waiting for you in the dooropening.

''what took you so long amor?'' you plastered on a smile "just replying to some messages." you quickly passed him, nerves growing with each step you set within the house. the tension was already thickening, you had never been good at hiding your feelings. it was actually something carlos laughed at, he thought it was cute how your face was worth more than a thousand words. when you were watching horror movies and you were looking at a particularly gory scene, you would always hear his bouldering laugh next to you and when you'd look at him, he'd kiss your scrunched up nose and tell you that you even looked cute when you were disgusted.

"I know why you're here." you tensed up. you were glad you weren't facing him, you don't think you could right now. you'd know just how he'd look, arms crossed over his chest, serious face and big eyes hard as stone. he always got stoïc when he got upset. you felt him shuffle behind you and you knew he was coming closer, your expectations proven to be right as you felt his hand softly grasp your arm, the touch sending cold shivers down your spine.

"y/n..." you turned around, you had to. it was inevitable. you had to tell him that this couldn't happen anymore. that you were staying with your boyfriend and remind him of his girlfriend. you were going to tell him, tell him how the sneaking around made you feel sick to your stomach and how it wasn't worth it. it shouldn't be worth it.

you looked up at his face and all the words you had died in your throat. you had expected him to be cold, stoïc, maybe even a little angry. but what you saw in front of you was nothing like you had thought you would see him.

he was visibly upset, his big brown eyes full of an emotion you couldn't decipher. it almost seemed like desperation? "please, I can't lose you just," he took both of your hands in his, he wasn't looking directly at you. "not again, y/n i can't lose you again." he nearly whispered.

you knew it was wrong, very wrong but how could you turn him down? not when he was vulnerable with you like this. you took a hand and gently cupped his face. "i'm not going anywhere." you saw a look of surprise flash across his face and then it turned into relieve. you felt it as he pressed his lips against you.

this wasn't just sex, maybe it never was. you could feel every ounce of feeling he poured into the kiss and you couldn't help but match it, letting yourself go to places you hadn't let yourself go before, you knew you were too far gone anyway. you weren't strong enough to end it, not now. you weren't sure if you ever would be, not when he told you he couldn't lose you and kissed you like this.

"thank you" he whispered against your lips. you knew that everything about what you were doing was wrong, but in that moment all you could focus on was the sound of his heart beating and the way he made you feel. you would deal with the rest later, now all you needed was to be with carlos.

[norrisleclercf1]

You’re My Book Boyfriend

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: none, just a reporter being gross, booktok books mentioned

A/N: This is horrible, I’ve been sick since yesterday and wrote this while half dying from being sick, so apologies for whatever this is

It was known that Carlos was dating someone, but no one really knew for who. Fans and media would get a glimpse of you once in a while, but it needed to be longer for anyone to really speculate anything, like in the past. But that would never really happen. You didn't want to be in the spotlight, which is ironic since you're dating an international athlete.

Meeting Carlos was an utter accident. Your father was some big sponsor for Ferrari's F1 team and was granted tickets to one of the races, which your father had dragged you to. Sitting in a corner, you didn't think anyone would find you; you just wanted to read your book. It was a good book series as you were reading Katee Roberts new series, and it was so good.

Getting comfortable, you become unaware of your surroundings, but your eyes catch a movement of red, and it freezes, making you look up. Casting your eyes up, you blink at the person and take them in. Do you know those traditional ways of describing the male lead in the book? Yeah, this guy was the definition of male lead looks. Sun-kissed skin, honey eyes, and thick hair curling around his ears and neck, you try hard not to admire the rest of him. He stares at you like a deer in headlights, almost expecting you to bother him, but you just look back down at your book, more interested in Eros and Psyche than the real man in front of you.

The guy stares at you, shocked you paid him no mind as he moves, sits down on one of the couches, and just lays back like he owns the place. You try to ignore how he fidgets around, trying to get comfortable, or when he types loudly on his phone.

"Can't you just stay still? You're acting like you own the damn building." You snap, annoyed with your peace being interrupted.

"My face is on the side of the building, so I guess so." The man snips back, and you try hard not to blush from his accent or the fact you just insulted one of the Ferrari drivers.

"Which one are you?" You ask and almost laugh from the absolute shock on the man's face.

"Carlos Sainz." He mumbles like he just got knocked down a peg, which he was.

"My dad likes you. I guess that's why he sponsors you." You shrug and put your nose back in your book, ending the conversation.

That was Carlos's first conversation with you and one he remembered. After that, you slowly started to come around more and more, your father thought maybe you were enjoying the sport, and you did. You decided to read Lauren Asher's Dirty Air series and concluded that she definitely framed Santiago after Carlos, which always made you blush.

Carlos would always find you in some random spot of the motorhomes, with a book next to you. This time you had a book called Twisted Games on your lap. He froze, realizing you had fallen asleep in the morning sun. Your head was tilted back, your hair slightly messy, and your clothes comfortable. He couldn't help but picture himself coming home and seeing you like this on his couch.

After that, he set his mind to asking you out. He loved being able to talk to you about everything and anything and never having to talk about F1. Yes, he loved his job, but sometimes being with someone with no interest was the best. Asking you out was simple. He noticed which book series you were reading and decided to get the last book before it was released. It took a lot of convincing, but he gifted you, Twisted Lies, resulting in you kissing him. You shocked you both, but when you went to pull away, Carlos kicked into gear and kissed you back as his arms lightly wrapped around your waist. After that, the rest was history.

"Carlos, have you seen my book?" You asked your boyfriend. He was sitting outside enjoying the sun as it was Friday and had just gotten done with media and was enjoying the quiet around the paddock until it became swarmed with people for the evening practice.

"C'mere." He grumbles, not opening his eyes as you huff but moving towards your boyfriend. He pulls you into his lap, making you sit down as he draws you closer, kissing your neck and squirming, but you lay your head down, his chin resting on your head.

Neither of you cared to be in this position as you sat on the roof motorhome under the shade of the net that covered it; barely anyone could see the two of you. You move around some more, but Carlos's fingers dig slightly into your hip, making you stop.

"Unless you want to cause a problem, I suggest you stop." He whispers, almost nuzzling you as his words make your skin tickle.

"You pulled me on your lap, so it's your fault." You tease, making him laugh and finally open his eyes to look at you.

He watches you as you look around the area listening to the crowd of people slowly grow more and more as it inches closer to the first practice for the weekend. Carlos always hates leaving you because he never knows who's trying to find you or be around you, and he hates it. Carlos just wants to make sure that you're okay. After rumors got out of you two dating, he's been meticulous with keeping you out of the public eye. You always remind him that you'll be in your corner, where you both first meet, reading and book and watching the practice or race.

He knows that you'll be mainly reading a book more than anything.

"Please be careful. The media is heavier this weekend; I don't want them overwhelming you." He whispers, his grip tightening on your hips, making you nod.

You both remember the last time a reporter got a hold of you; he was insulting and disgusting and asked you about your sex life. You vaguely recall running into Carlos while the reporter kept following you. Carlos is usually the calm one, with a level head, but when he hears the question about which of you is on top, he loses it. It took multiple mechanics and Charles to pull Carlos off the guy; of course, the speculations of what caused this was spinning, but Carlos turned off both your phones and held you close for the rest of the night. Anytime it was mentioned, Carlos still saw red.

"I'll stay away. Besides, I prefer my book and you; that's all I need." You giggle, which has Carlos calming down.

When a soft dinging sound from Carlos's phone goes off, your boyfriend sighs, lifts you up, and pats your ass gently, telling you to get up. Carlos stands, stretches, and looks down at you as you admire the peak of his happy trail, really hating that he must leave. Chuckling, his hand wraps around your jaw, and you look at him as he leans down, kissing you gently but possessively. Pulling away, he pulls your bottom lip slightly, making you whine as he gives you a quick peck on the lips before fixing his hat.

"Please be safe, don't wander, and read your book. Hmm, I looked it up. News things to try." he winks, making you laugh and blush, waving him off as he jogs down the stairs.

Yeah, he's better than any book guy.

[somejazzinthemorning]

playing cupid.

Carlos Sainz x Reader [Warnings: Mentions of sex and some curse words. There are some inaccuracies, such as in this short story, Carlos has an apartment in Milan] Word Count: 9.7K

You're in this situationship with Carlos Sainz—no fuss, no drama, just sex. But then your dads become friends, and Sainz Sr., with a soft spot for you, decides to introduce you to his son, whom you've been... acquainted with for a while. To make things more interesting, he's on a mission to play Cupid, all while Carlos enjoys the thrill of keeping your little secret, playing along with his dad.

this was a request! always feel free to request and if i have some free time, I'll try to write something 🫶🏼

“Apparently, our dads met”, you say, rolling off Carlos's lap, still flushed and your breath ragged. The soft bed cushions your fall as you curl up beneath the deep blue blanket that usually adorns the foot of Carlos's bed, but this time is just part of the mess.

Carlos studies you with a faint frown, tousled hair spilling over his forehead. He looks incredibly handsome, basking in the afterglow of your encounter. If it weren’t for the late hour and your impending early morning, you would consider straddling him again. However, it’s nearly 2 a.m. and you need to be at the atelier by 9, so you just wish to sleep.

“Really?” There’s an undertone you don’t quite understand.

“What?”

"You just killed the mood.” He lays back on the bed and turns to face you. His hands seek out your shoulder, and his nimble fingers begin tracing delicate patterns on your skin, a clear indication that he’s not ready to let the night end just yet. “Mentioning my dad right after I cum inside you? Not exactly what I expect.”

“I just remembered it, and now I know you’ll get your hands off of me and let me sleep.”

“Oh, that’s not what I was expecting, as well.”

You pout, mocking him. “Poor you,” he rolls his eyes and falls dramatically against his pillow. “I’m just expecting a good night of sleep because some of us have work to do during the week and not just on weekends.” He cocks an eyebrow at you. “Oh, I’m sorry. I know that sometimes you work during the week.”

Carlos opens his mouth to retort, but he doesn't get a chance to finish his sentence. In an instant, he sits up, looming over you, and seizes both your wrists, pinning them against the headboard. With his other hand, he's ready to tug the blanket over your form.

"Don't you dare tickle me, Carlos Sainz. Or I swear to God—"

"What are you going to do?" Carlos interrupts, his mischievous grin returning. As you lock eyes with him, you realize there's very little you can do, and oddly enough, you're entirely fine with that. Except,

"Spit in your face."

His playful smirk remains as he leans in closer, his voice a sultry whisper. "Spit in my face, huh?” he taunts, his fingers inching closer to your sides. “Think I’m going to risk it.”

"Sainz,” you squirm under his touch, desperately trying to maintain your composure. But he’s already grinning, and his fingers are approaching your sides. “I'm warning you..."

And suddenly, it's too late. He pounces, his fingers dancing across your sides, and you burst into fits of uncontrollable laughter, some of them louder than you expected them to be. Carlos knows all your ticklish spots, and he exploits them shamelessly. It’s been what…? Four months since you first slept together. By now he knows your body better than any guy ever did. And honestly, you’re not sure what to feel about that.

"Carlos, stop!" you manage to gasp between laughter, trying to wriggle free from his grip. It's a futile effort as he continues his relentless assault, determined to elicit every giggle and squeal he can from you.

Finally, he relents, his laughter joining yours as he releases your wrists. You pant for breath, your cheeks flushed from both the laughter and the earlier efforts. You take the opportunity to jump out of bed. “You’re the worst. I gotta pee.”

You disappear into the bathroom, to pee, clean yourself and try to comb your hair, and by the time you go back to the bedroom, you’re expecting him to be asleep. But you find him awake. His eyes shine brighter when you go through the door, and he watches you with a tender smile as you enter the bed and curl against him, fitting perfectly into his embrace.

The warmth of his body against you is comforting.

"I think I'll let you sleep now," he voices low in your ear, as he pulls over the comforter and covers you both.

"You better.”

Carlos's chest rises and falls rhythmically beneath your cheek as you nestle closer. You can hear the faint hum of his heartbeat, and it lulls you into a peaceful state. He smells like Bleu de Chanel and the lingering traces of your passion. With every breath, you inhale the essence of the man who has woven himself into the fabric of your life, in more ways than one.

Just as you're about to close your eyes and drift off to sleep, it hits you like lightning—the visit your mom mentioned, the whole reason you brought up his dad’s name.

You nudge Carlos gently, rousing him from his half-asleep state. "Just remembered something."

Carlos doesn’t even open his eyes. "Hmm?”

“My dad invited yours over,” you were not sure if you should be excited or nervous. Not for the visit itself, but for Carlos’ reaction to the idea of you meeting his dad.

After all, you had just been sleeping together, barely leaving your apartments, except for that one time he took you out to dinner, and that was probably because it was your birthday and perhaps Carlos would feel bad about just booty-calling you and ignoring the whole birthday thing.

“Well, that’s a nice way to introduce you to him.”

“What?”

Carlos just pressed you closer to him, like you weren’t practically glued together already. "It's okay, cariño. They’ll love you. Now sleep."

It all started at Milan Fashion Week when Carlos was representing Ferrari at an event. You were there, lurking in the shadows, taking in the magic of the fashion show. Your mentor had gotten you there, a favour you'll always be grateful for. There's a lot you can't remember about the event, about the whole night to be fair, but you remember the man awkwardly sitting in the front row. Fashion is not his thing, you thought. You kind of knew that. You kind of knew him.

He drives for Ferrari, he's handsome, he has a thick Spanish accent and hair I would pay to touch.

And that was more than enough to make you introduce yourself at the end of the show. From there, making out in a club took a little more than two hours. To his bed, just a little bit more than that.

You continued to see each other, booty-calling each other when you were feeling horny, bored, or just lonely. Your situationship was a good deal for both parties. No strings attached, which you enjoyed because you had little time and no patience to make any kind of effort to actually maintain a relationship. And Carlos, well... he was also busy as hell, so... all good. So you never went on dates, never needed to put on expectable amounts of makeup for over-the-top dresses. Except for your birthday, when he decided to take you out, and you had to make the effort. But that was your birthday.

Other than that, you would only leave your apartments to go get food at a 24-hour store or McDonald's. You remember that one time you wanted gelato and Carlos took you to his favourite place in Milan, but... other than that, it was just sex. Okay, just sex and marathons of Game of Thrones and House of The Dragon (that led to more sex) and some cooking too. You once taught him how to make your nana's lasagna and how a true Italian bruschetta is done. And a few days later, he cooked you his mom's carbonara—not a real carbonara, not at all. And, let’s be fair, he often brought you pizza from your favourite place in Milano and expensive bottles of wine.

But… “That’s a nice way to introduce you to him”?

You were not expecting that at all.

The idea lingered in your mind all night, and you woke up thinking about it too. You left his apartment while Carlos was still in the shower, just shouting goodbyes while you gathered your stuff and ran to the atelier. He would be out of town for a couple of weeks, away at some races, and you would have time to figure out how your parents met and when said visit was going to happen. All good.

Turns out you didn't have as much time as you thought.

That afternoon, your mom calls you, excitedly recounting their amazing trip to Canada and how much fun your dad had at the race. So, that was where they met. She also shares her plans about taking your brothers to Monza in a couple of months. You nod absentmindedly, your attention more focused on the magazine in front of you than on her words. It's often like this.

Your dad travels for work and actually works. He's a sports manager, deeply passionate about football and motorsports, especially Formula 1. Lately, he's been leaning more towards the latter, especially since he's contemplating retirement. On the other hand, your mom, an ex-model who married a well-off man, has chosen to focus on being a wife and a mother, a role she fulfils with dedication. So, when they’re back home, dad has work to do, contacts to keep and your mom has… well, more than enough time to tell you everything.

"And your dad and Sainz met at the golf course, you know?" your mom continues, her voice full of admiration. "A charming young man. He was golfing with his dad too. Your father had to tell them you refused to join him on the greens."

"In that, he's absolutely right."

"So, they kept talking. They even played together, I think. And he mentioned we were going to the race, and Sainz suggested he could call, and he'd arrange a garage tour. We met him at the paddock, but we ended up not getting the tour because there were already enough guests in there, but… Isn't he just amazing? And so incredibly handsome, piccina. So handsome."

You cringe inwardly at your mom's thirst for Carlos, unable to shake the image of her ogling your... friend. But you hum in response, unable to voice your discomfort because the next moment, she's raving about a dress she bought for you and the amazing designer she met in New York just before returning to Milan, and that topic steals all attention.

But just before she’s about to hang out, you remember why she called you in the first place.

“Mom, about the visit you mentioned? The dinner?” you interject and she chuckles; you can almost envision her rubbing her temples.

"Oh, silly me. I actually called you to discuss that," she sighs. "He's coming to visit us this weekend! You have to come home and meet him; he's really looking forward to getting to know you."

"Doesn't he race this weekend?"

"The young—Since when do you care about F1?"

"I don't. I just—” You quickly think of something, but you’re not quite sure if you want to tell your mother that you’ve been fucking Sainz. The younger one. Of course. “I saw something on Twitter."

"Oh, I see. Well,” she clicks her tongue. “It's his dad who's coming. Weren’t you listening? And his mom. We invited them both. Your dad wants to take him to the club and network a bit and you know… I’m always down for making friends and Reyes seems like a lovely woman. She wasn’t there, but I’ve heard about her around. Even her name is super elegant. Isn’t it?” Once again, you hum, frowning, thinking about the movie where you just found yourself in. “So, please, come home.”

“Noted. So, this weekend?”

“Yes. Do you need Dad to pick you up tomorrow after work?”

You move in your seat. “I’m just so busy with work right now, mom. The new collection and—” She cleans her throat and you just nod to the empty room. “Okay. Yes, please, tell Dad to pick me up.”

Of course, the second you hang up you text Carlos. He’s probably busy, it’s Thursday so he’s doing interviews or something, and, as you expected, he doesn’t reply to your text right away. Despite everything, he doesn’t take too long.

Not surprisingly, he’s very nonchalant about it all.

hot wheels guy: just tell them we know each other, no big deal hot wheels guy: and we’ll tell them more when i’m back

But, yeah… You can’t help but frown looking at the phone. He’s golfed with your dad, met your mom, met again with your dad and he’s not even feeling weird about it all?

you: hm? no? hot wheels guy: why not? you: you went golfing with my dad!!! hot wheels guy: and? hot wheels guy: how would i guess he was your dad? you: how many Y/LN do you think there are in milan? you: he told you he’s from milan!! there are not a lot of us in here hot wheels guy: do you have any idea of how many people i meet every weekend? you: 🙄 hot wheels guy: stop being a brat you: 🙄 hot wheels guy: i don’t see a problem in golfing with your dad hot wheels guy: is that supposed to be weird? you: YES !!!! hot wheels guy: stop being dramatic hot wheels guy: if they say anything, tell them you know me hot wheels guy: if they don’t, don’t you: they will hot wheels guy: so you know what to do

Friday’s dinner went exceptionally well, with conversations flowing effortlessly between food and wine, despite the inevitable sports-centric discussions that seemed to dominate the evening. Your brothers were beyond ecstatic to have Carlos Sr. as a guest in their home. They'd had their fair share of famous athletes sitting at the family table, but never had they been as excited as they were when Carlos Sr. entered the house. As a result, you found yourself somewhat on the sidelines, listening more than speaking throughout the meal.

And you were grateful for that.

The same didn’t happen on Saturday. Your dad took the morning to showcase some of your work and discuss your future prospects in the fashion industry with both Carlos and Reyes. In what you think was a gesture of gratefulness, Reyes displayed a lot of interest in your little atelier, located by the pool, in what used to be a shed for the gardener. So, you spent the morning around there, talking with them about fashion and business, and then joined them for lunch in one of your dad’s favourite restaurants.

Let's be fair, you have an extraordinary way with words and a charm that makes your mother proud. It was easy for you. By the time dinner came, you were already adored by the Sainzes. Without making an effort, you found yourself talking about art and travel, and letting Sainz Sr. explain to you the magic and the challenges of Dakar.

However, it isn’t until the next morning that you find yourself alone with him.

You both sat down for breakfast on the patio, and he’s now engrossed in reading the newspaper, while you’re drinking your cappuccino and doing your best to ignore the fact that the man sitting in front of you is, in essence, your… fuckbuddy’s dad.

There’s the usual “good morning” and the “hope you got some rest”, to which the guest always has some lovely comment to say about the bed, or the room, or the house in general. It’s an amazing guest house, you have to admit. And Sainz is no expectation. You exchange a couple of pleasantries and he’s back at reading the news, so you let your guard down.

Then, unexpectedly, Carlos Sr. turns his attention from the newspaper and directs it squarely at you. Grey eyebrows lifting at the same pace his eyes fill with a weird glint.

“I would love to introduce you to my son,” he says, and a faint frown tugs at your lips as words form in your throat, only to wither away unspoken. "I'm not implying anything," he says with a hint of amusement in his voice, "just that I believe the two of you would get along well."

You respond hesitantly, "Oh, I know him."

"I know you know him," he laughs, and you realise that something might have gotten lost in translation because when he talks again he says, "But what I mean is that you should meet. I'll make sure to introduce you two next time we're all in town."

And well, you feel too embarrassed to correct him, so you just smile and mumble an “I can’t wait. Excuse me”, before getting up from the table and sprinting up to your room.

you: great news. your dad wants to introduce us you: what do i do?

He takes a couple of hours to text back.

hot wheels guy: why didn’t you tell him you know me already? you: i tried to!

The next time you’re all in town happens one week and a half from there, when Carlos is finally back in Italy after a few races and a couple of days in Madrid. And, because the universe is a pain in the ass, you’re swarmed with work to the point you’ve been falling asleep right after dinner, even before the time Carlos usually rings you up.

It’s a terrible schedule.

You’ve been waking up at 5 am to be by the seamstress at 7, to have some work ready to show at 9 am, between your mentor’s arrival at the atelier and the time he leaves for some meeting or brunch with models somewhere in Milan. Somehow, during that interval, he has time to break your work to pieces, destroying it (and destroying you in the process) with criticism. Critique leaves you on the verge of tears, and by the end of the day, you’re a mess—stressed, irritable and utterly exhausted. Not to mention the ever-present sexual frustration, with vivid dreams of a certain Spaniard leaving you hot and bothered in your sleep.

The perfect recipe for a restless night.

Apparently, Carlos got to Milan on Wednesday, because that night you woke up at midnight on your couch, a half-empty glass of wine by your side, your unfinished sketches scattered before you and three missed calls from Carlos, accompanied by a series of texts. Thursday, the same happened. The texts were nothing too dramatic, just variations of “u up?”, “cmon its 10 pm”, and “you can’t be asleep”.

On both days, in your half-sleep haze, you manage to reply as you shuffle your way to your bedroom something similar to “sory, talktomorrw”.

And then Friday arrives, and your calendar pings with the reminder that in one hour your dad will be picking you up for dinner. You’re sitting on your vanity and already dreading the day your dad decided to go to Montreal.

You’re not feeling it.

Firstly, you have to slather on a ton of make-up just to feel decent. Your dark circles are as pronounced as ever, you’re skin is pale and your acne is acting up, probably all due to the lack of sun, sleep, rest of any food that isn’t reheated pizza or store-bought noodles.

So, yes, the prospect of dinner and being introduced as Carlos’ whatever doesn’t exactly lift your spirits.

The anticipation gawns at you as you finish getting ready. You can’t shake the feeling of unease, a nagging doubt that you’re about to step into a situation that might be more than you signed up for. Carlos’ dad seems nice enough, and his mom absolutely adores you, but this is different, especially because his dad is expecting to introduce you and well… you’re way past that.

As you stare at your reflection, you take a deep breath and remind yourself that this isn't just about you. Your brothers are looking forward to meeting Carlos, and your dad seems genuinely excited about his friendship with his dad. So, you summon a smile, albeit a forced one, and decide to make the most of this evening, even if you're not entirely sure what to expect.

Yeah. Scratch that. The dinner is about you.

As you approach the restaurant, a different sense of anticipation washes over you. It feels like a scene from a movie where you're about to meet an arranged husband. The Sainz family stands by the door, engaged in lively conversation. Reyes waves at you when she sees you making your way to them.

Your eyes naturally gravitate toward Carlos. Firstly, because you kind of miss him. It’s been a while since you last saw him and there’s no point in looking for comfort somewhere else, so you are, let's say… slightly needy. And secondly, because he’s clad in a baby blue button-up and pristine white pants. A vision. You're only human, after all, with eyes and perhaps a few too many hormones.

In summary: You’re fucked. Dinner will be fun.

From your back and close to your ear, a whisper arises. “Be nice,” your mom says. As you turn to her, her lips are curling into a wide smile. “Carlos! Reyes! Such a delight to see you both again. And, Carlos,” she turns to the younger one, “it’s an absolute pleasure to finally see you in a more personal environment.”

You take a deep breath.

Your brothers, bursting with energy, practically race each other to get to Carlos, almost taking you down in the process. He skillfully engages them in conversation, a grin playing on his lips, until your mom intervenes.

"Now, now, boys. You'll have plenty of time to chat," she chuckles. Your mom swiftly moves your overeager brothers and offers an apologetic smile to Carlos. "Apologies, they're just excited.”

“No problem,” he says, in Italian, something he doesn’t do often when he’s alone with you. He claims he still needs to learn dirty talk in Italian. You love to teach him by whispering it into his ear. More than that, you love watching his face as he slowly grasps their meaning.

Your dad, then, approaches him for a way-too-manly handshake, but a warm smile reigns on his lips. “Carlos, great to see you again.”

“Thank you, sir. Likewise.”

In the meantime, you went to Reyes. She graced you with a compliment, a kiss on the cheek and the promise to visit your atelier in the near future. Then, it’s time for her husband, and you’re already wearing your best smile because that man is beaming as he’s watching you.

“My dear,” after two kisses on the cheeks, he slightly turns to Carlos. “So nice to see you again. Son,” he calls, and Carlos turns to you, his smile radiant, his eyes sparkling under the warm, ambient lights of the restaurant. “Let me introduce you to Y/N.”

"You're even more beautiful than my mom described," he remarks, his words catching you off guard. You manage to suppress the urge to roll your eyes, opting instead for a faint smile. “My dad has shared so much about you. Couldn’t wait to meet you.”

A surge of mixed emotions washes over you. On one hand, there's a twinge of frustration that he didn't tell his family about your connection, correcting your mistake and saving you from embarrassment. Yet, as his adoring gaze meets yours, it's hard not to be swept away by his warm compliments.

“Oh,” you murmur, feeling something shift inside you. Your own words surprise you, leaving you momentarily at a loss. "Thank you. Likewise."

Unknown to you, you echo almost exactly what Carlos had just said to your dad. The similarity draws a chuckle from Senior, who seems to find the exchange quite entertaining. Carlos chuckles as well and motions to the restaurant with his head.

“Should we?”

As the evening progresses, you can't help but steal glances at Carlos when you think no one is looking. You catch his eye occasionally, and he responds with subtle winks and sly smirks that send shivers down your spine. It's almost like a secret language only the two of you understand. He’s sitting in front of you, of course.

“Piccina,” your mom calls. “Why don’t you tell Carlos about your job?”

With a smile, you turned to face Carlos. He raises his eyebrows in curiosity, and you have to take a second before answering. He’s no stranger to your job. Not at all. Sometimes he even lands a helping hand, providing some foot massages while you’re working through tight deadlines and he doesn’t take “no” for an answer when he asks if he can come over.

So you simply say, “I’m a fashion designer.”

“Oh,” it’s the polite oh, not the filled-with-curiosity one. You know he’s about to say something stupid when his tongue peeks through his lips and the corner of his lips starts raising, moulding his mouth in a smirk. “So you just play dress-up for a living?”

Laughter bubbled up from one of your brothers, earning him a scolding look from your mom. They’re just nine, which makes them fifteen years younger than you. Fondly referred to as "an accident" by your parents, they were the light of your life, even if they were quite the whirlwind.

“And you, Carlos, you just play with cars on the weekends?” Carlos's eyes gleamed with mischief as he looked down, a chuckle escaping him. Sr. Carlos wore a pleased smile, and a delightful warmth settled in your belly.

"Some might find it hard to believe, but we do manage to squeeze in some actual work during the week," Carlos chimed in, earning a laugh from you. "Have you ever been to a race?”

“No, and I don’t intend to.”

"The boys are the true racing enthusiasts,” your dad chimes in. “The girls prefer to stay at home, or walk around when we travel for a Grand Prix.”

Turning to you, Carlos's eyes danced with mischief. You remembered a previous conversation where he'd tried to persuade you to attend the Italian Grand Prix, just a few weeks away. Wanting to stop him, because he’s so predictable that you just know what he’s about to say, you try to change the subject.

“Talking about races, are you playing on doing Dakar again next year, Signore?”

Carlos dismisses your question right away. "I think your perspective might change once you experience a Grand Prix firsthand.”

And this time, Carlos Sr. joins him. "Why not extend an invitation for them to visit the garage? I'm sure the kids will love the opportunity. And, Y/N, I’m sure you’ll find it all exciting. You seem like a curious girl.”

Carlos beamed. "Consider this an invitation. I can't wait to have you all there.”

Your brothers practically have a collective stroke, their young minds struggling to process the idea of visiting Carlos in the garage. As for your dad, despite his time in the paddock, had never had the chance to visit the Ferrari garage, so, despite keeping his composure, you know how much it means to him—he’s undeniably the most fervent tifoso you'd ever known.

With a grateful smile, you spoke up. "That's incredibly kind of you. Thank you.”

Carlos leans comfortably against his Alfa Romeo parked in easy reach of your dad’s Audi. Your brothers are sleeping in the back seat, while your parents conclude their chat. They’re getting along well, which is weird but comforting to some degree.

You shoot Carlos a serious glance. “How much longer are you going to keep up with this little thing you started?”

“Me? May I remind you that you were the one who didn’t tell him we met?” You roll your eyes at his words and grab the door knob. “Wait. Don’t you see he’s trying to set us up?”

“And?”

“Play along. Let him have it.”

There's a moment of silent understanding, the shared secret between you adding an extra layer of intimacy. Despite it all, you crack a smile.

“You’re so childish.” You say. “You’ll be the one who’s gonna tell him.”

“I’ll tackle that when we get there,” Carlos assures. And slowly, a playful glint shines in his eyes. “Should I swing by your place on my way home?”

“No way. I have work tomorrow, a lot of work to do and I can’t afford to be tired to do it.”

He tilts his head thoughtfully. “You can stay at mine, then. And I could drive you to work. It’ll give you an extra thirty minutes of sleep.”

You chuckle, impressed by his attention to detail. “You don’t even know where I work.”

“Of course, I do,” he assures.

That’s new. “Well,” you take a deep breath and discreetly hand him over your apartment keys. “I won’t ring the bell because the old lady on my floor will listen and I think she’s spying on me. I’ll call when I’m there.”

As you're about to bid him goodnight, your dad's voice calls out from a distance, catching Carlos's attention. He waves warmly and flashes a friendly smile, which Carlos mimics.

“Golf on Sunday?” your dad asks.

Carlos's eyes light up with enthusiasm. “Absolutely! Can't wait!”

You can't help but interject, “Golfing with my dad, again? What the heck are you doing?”

Carlos grins. “Finding a golfing partner, since someone here,” he gestures playfully at you, “refuses to join me. And unfortunately, my dad isn't always around in Italy to tag along.”

You roll your eyes in mock exasperation. “Alright, Sainz. Nice to meet you. See you soon.”

He drives you to work and to your surprise, he actually knows where that is. How? You can’t tell. Apparently, he also remembers that you bring breakfast for your mentor on Saturdays because just before he drops you off, he offers to join you for a few minutes, just to pick up breakfast with you.

“Since you’ve got no time to eat with me, I’ll just tag along and annoy you for ten minutes more.”

You let him enter the coffee shop with you and he hovers on your back while you order two moccas and two brownies to go with it. Your mentor is not picky, and this Saturday breakfast tradition only started because you wanted to thank him for granting you a few hours from his weekend to help you with your designs. Technically, it’s not work, but it’s just as demanding.

You can feel Carlos’ breath against your hair, and the faint smell of his cologne, still hanging in his shirt from the previous night. This morning, the buttons are undone, and the sleeves are folded up. His hair is tousled and his beard is imperfect. Yet he’s the most handsome man around.

“First time picking up breakfast together,” he says as you’re walking towards the door. “Is this the equivalent to marriage in your dictionary?”

“Don’t make me regret all the past decisions I’ve made.”

“Hm,” he hums, tilting his head. “What could I possibly make you regret?”

“Simply the fact of accepting to be introduced to you,” You let an exaggerated sigh leave your lips. “I’m living the nightmare all over again.”

Just before leaving a kiss on your cheek, he whispers. “Didn’t sound like a nightmare when I made you come thrice last night, baby. But go off.” He then kisses you on the cheek. “Have a good day.”

Carlos is too busy that night, and your Sunday is reserved for a family gathering. By Monday, you're back to your routine of nodding off right after dinner, so by the time Tuesday arrives, you’re already missing him. Not him—just his body in your bed, the sensation of his thick lips sliding down your navel and the sound of your name rolling off his tongue, wrapped up in that beautiful deep Spanish accent of his. You know he’s driving next weekend, so you spend all Wednesday staring at your phone, trying to summon a text from him.

When it finally pings, around 5 pm, it’s from your dad.

papà: heading to squash in an hour. up for a game? papà: no use in saying no papà: you already missed two weeks you: 🙄🙄🙄 you: i’ll meet you there!

You were the one who introduced your dad to squash, and gradually, it evolved into a bonding activity for both of you. Words don't flow easily with him, and you’re not great at demonstrating feelings so it’s difficult to connect with your dad. On top of that, you moved out really early. Slowly squash became a great way to connect and have quality time with him, release some steam, and stay in shape.

“I’m surprised. You never mentioned that you play squash,” a voice chimes in from behind, and you can't help but let out a sigh when you turn around.

It's Carlos, donned in a stupidly tight turquoise shirt that perfectly hugs and draws the contour of his chest, and sporting the briefest shorts you've ever seen him wear. He smiles. He knows he looks hot.

“How could I?” You reply, trying to not showcase how weak your knees just turned. “We only met like… five days ago.”

Carlos chuckles. “You’re funny. Did I tell you that yet?”

“Hmmm. You haven’t had the chance, yet.”

Sainz Sr. approaches you both, moving at a leisurely pace, absorbed in his phone. When he looks up, his frown disappears and an adoring smile takes his lips. His hand rests on his son’s shoulder as he remarks, “Didn’t I tell you today would be a perfect day for a match?”

Carlos turns to you, raising an eyebrow. "You did. What a coincidence.”

"Indeed," you chime in. "May I challenge you, sir? My dad’s still on a call and I have no partner."

“Oh, Carlos can join you,” he suggests with a nod in Carlos’ direction. “I’ll wait for your dad. We have some matters to discuss. Carry on, you two.”

Of. Course.

As the two of you step onto the squash court, the competitive glint in Carlos' eyes is hard to miss. And the tension in the air is palpable, you feel it in your bones. But you take a deep breath and push it aside, focusing on the game ahead.

"Why the sudden cold shoulder?" Carlos inquires as you prepare to start.

You glance at him, puzzled. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm getting radio silence from you—no calls, no texts. You're not picking up my calls, either. What’s going on?"

You roll your neck, trying to ease the tension. Yesterday you just collapsed onto your couch, once again. You were living in survival mode. And wouldn’t be there playing if it wasn't a long-standing tradition with your dad.

"Work's been keeping me busy," you shrug.

It's not entirely a lie. But it’s not totally true either.

Let’s see—you've been involved in this situationship for almost five months now, seeing each other sporadically, sometimes even daily, if Carlos is in Milan. Yet, it's all so casual. You can recall the day he mentioned introducing you to his parents, of course. As a matter of fact, that talk has been looping in your mind for the last few days, but… it was a joke. Right? Sure it was. Why would he want his parents to meet his... whatever?

You could have texted him earlier. You would have texted him a few weeks ago, before all this. You can’t quite figure out why you’re panicking and why you’re behaving like a rom-com character, but you are.

"Come on, that excuse won't stick with me."

“Too bad. Can we play?" You grip the racket, twirling it in your hands. You look back, at his dad sitting on the benches, watching you from afar. “Please?”

He lets out a sigh and nods. Finally, you think.

"Is this a date?" he asks, grabbing a ball from his shorts and meeting your gaze.

"No." You're firm, and once again, he frowns. "It's not. For one, you didn't invite me. We just happened to both be here. It's coincidental.” He laughs here, slightly tilting his head back. You both know it is not coincidental. “And two, that's not what we're doing."

He cracks a smile, almost teasing. "So, what are we not doing?"

"The dating thing. We're not dating."

"Aren't we?" He smirks, his tongue peeking out, licking his lips.

You shake your head. "Nope."

"Alright, cool. Just wanted to be clear on that," Carlos replies with a nonchalant shrug, though you detect a glimmer of amusement in his voice. He’s as annoying as he’s pretty.

The first serve is swift and precise. The sound of the ball hitting the wall reverberates through the court. You dive into the game, putting your all into each movement. It's a dance of strategy and agility. You’re exhausted, but you put on a fight, using banter as your weapon. On the outside, your parents are watching, and you can’t help but notice Sainz Sr. is thoroughly enjoying this.

Sweat starts to bead on your foreheads, but neither of you shows any sign of slowing down. He wants to win and well… you want to make him lose. As you play, you steal glances at Carlos, his concentration evident in the set of his jaw and the fire in his eyes, in the curse words he whispers under his breath, ones that frustration draws from him. You’ve heard them before. Oh, God, you’ve heard so much worse. But it all combined? This is a side of him you haven't seen before, and it's exhilarating.

After a particularly intense rally, Carlos manages to secure a point with a deftly placed shot. He smirks, clearly pleased with himself. "You're not making this easy," he remarks.

You grin, determined. "Wouldn't want to go easy on you, now, would I?"

The court echoes with the sound of sneakers squeaking against the floor and the thud of the ball hitting the walls. Time seems to blur as you lose yourself in the rhythm of the game. He makes you laugh and shout insults in his direction, to which he laughs.

Finally, after a hard-fought match, Carlos clinches the victory. It's a close call, and you’re about to pass out. It’s a shitty mixture of disappointment and pride. Leaning against the wall of the court, you try toth catch your breath.

"You're pretty good at this," Carlos admits, wiping the sweat from his brow with a towel.

"Yeah, well, I have to stay in shape to keep up with you," you quip.

He chuckles, "Am I that demanding?"

"Am I that demanding?" You repeat, forcing a Spanish accent and a deep voice. He chuckles and stands up straight. "Did your dad tell you to come here today?"

"Yes. For some reason, he really likes you. Like I told you he would."

You can't help but chuckle at Carlos's words. "Well, he’s certainly enjoying playing cupid. But hey, fun game.”

Carlos nods a genuine smile on his face. "Yeah, it was. Finally got to see you outside the flat. It's quite weird to see you with clothes at this point."

"Oh, God, you're such a prick."

He laughs, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Can I drop by later today?"

You glance toward your parents, who are engaged in a lively conversation, and then back at Carlos.

"No. Early morning tomorrow. And I still have work to finish today.” You’re not lying to him, you’re lying to yourself. Even when he’s looking at you with puppy eyes, you don’t go back with your words. Instead, you stand up straight and fix your hair. “Should I expect to coincidently meet you somewhere else in the next few days?"

You know the answer to that question. You know he’s going to be away for two weekends. And you kinda know he knows you know, because when he answers, there’s the faintest smile on his lips.

"I'll be off for two weeks. Hungary and Belgium.”

"Good luck at those, then.”

“Really appreciate it.”

Yeah, so…. That night, Carlos texted you. Not a casual “u up?”, but a “it was so fucking unfair to see you in that skirt and not being able to fuck you in it” and naturally you couldn’t help but to let out an exasperated groan and promptly respond with a “come over.” So, twenty minutes later you were being screwed against your kitchen counter.

And now you’re on the couch, his head buried between your legs, eating you up like a starved man. Yes. You need to be fit to keep up with this man’s stamina. He’s that demanding. But you can’t complain.

It’s been like this. A lot of pleasure. And then a lot of peace of mind.

Afterwards, he reclines on the chaise lounge, scrolling through TV channels, looking for something remotely bearable. You go get your sketch notebook and use his torso as a pillow. He watches tv and you work, until sleep creeps over you and you fall asleep in his arms.

Five months of this. You can’t put a label on it, but you can’t imagine living without it.

Carlos only wakes you up to take you to bed, and that night he sleeps over, sprawled across your bed like a starfish, leaving you clinging to him to not fall over. In the morning, you make out in bed, lazy and sleepy. He fucks you in the shower, and then he’s off again. He texts you when he's at the airport, and once more when he lands in whichever country he's racing in. Meanwhile, you carry on with your everyday life—a bit more mundane than being fuckbuddies with a Scuderia Ferrari driver but just as busy.

As it became regular, you exchange a few texts while he's away. It's become a ritual—complimenting him on how handsome he looks after his sessions, and him requesting a selfie so he can return the favour. He sends you snapshots of random things that made him think of you, and if truth be told, you do the same. You share selfies as you stroll by the Ferrari store in Milan and send him memes (which sometimes require a brief explanation). Without fail, he sends you a good morning and a good night, and whenever you're awake, you make sure to reply.

And life happens for those two weeks.

It’s boring. It’s dull. It’s ordinary.

And then on a Monday evening your bell rings and you can’t help but leave your apartment and wait for him on the landing, right in front of the elevator, not caring if your neighbour is watching through the peephole.

“Missed me?” he quips, already unburdening himself of his backpack as he steps out of the elevator. Sunglasses perched atop his head, skin kissed by the sun, eyes wide like the moon. He’s the prettiest man you’ve ever seen.

“Never,” you jest, but it's a flimsy façade, quickly shattered as you pull him close, urgency coursing through you.

Damn, you've missed him. You crave him.

And he craves you too. He's straightforward in showing it.

After you both shower, you settle on the couch. You ask him about why he had two races that weekend and he teases you because you finally demonstrate an interest in F1, and only then, after you’re insulting him and threatening to not go to Monza, he actually explains to you how a sprint weekend works, but he’s being so nerdy and so adorable and his eyes are sparkling so much that you just get back in his lap and ride him again, but this time slower, and more passionate, like you’re feeling something materialise inside you. And you come on his lap, and he kisses you slowly, and you tell him you actually missed him.

For dinner, you agree on sushi and night falls while you’re watching The Office for the only-God knows-how-many time, curled up in each other and drinking wine.

Apparently, there’s a mandatory period of vacations in F1 and unfortunately, it doesn’t match your own. So, Carlos is away with friends and family, in boats and islands in the Mediterranean, and you’re torn between Roma, Venice and Milan, assisting in campaign photoshoots.

Your days are long, exhausting and you’re tired and wishing you could be suntanning somewhere in Greece, but you’re sitting on a train, pushing small talk with your colleagues so you won’t fall asleep and drool over yourself.

Until a notification pops up on your phone, and you drop everything you’re saying because there’s a small chance that is a photo from Carlos, or some text, or just a reminder of his existence. You mentally slap yourself. When did you get that dependent?

But it’s just an email. And it’s from your mom.

You frown.

She doesn’t usually use email. Nor is interested in art galleries in Madrid.

You read through the details and you notice something interesting. The invitation has been forwarded from none other than Carlos Sainz Sr. And it makes you laugh. You take a screenshot that you send to Carlos.

you: so, your dad's moonlighting as an art promoter now? did you fire him? hot wheels guy: seems like it. he said he was going to invite you hot wheels guy: and no, i didn’t fire him primarily because he doesn’t work for me you: well it actually does sound interesting hot wheels guy: so you’re coming? you: perhaps hot wheels guy: it’s a good chance for you to meet my sisters you: don’t you have like a dog for me to meet, too? hot wheels guy: two, piñon and oil hot wheels guy: oli is a really jealous girl. i doubt she will like you you: looking forward to meet them. and your sisters too, of course hot wheels guy: and about me? you: i already met you twice. don’t need another introdution

One week later, you’re in Madrid. Sainz Sr. arrives home while you’re talking with Reyes in the kitchen, while she cooks gazpacho for lunch. Oli is in your lap, licking your cheek as your fingers get lost in the small white waves of her fur.

“Hope you get here easily. Did you take an Uber?” Sainz says right after gracing you with a small hug and two polite kisses on the cheeks. Before paying, he also leaves a pat on Oli’s head.

“Carlos picked me up at the airport, actually.”

A pleased smile creeps across Sainz Sr.'s face, like a child in a candy shop. He glances over at Carlos, who's lounging on the couch, a few meters from you.

“She’s a guest.” He points out. You didn’t even realise he was listening to your conversation. You wonder if he was listening to what you and Reyes were saying before. “I wouldn’t have let her take an Uber.”

“You’re getting along well,” the dad points out. “Doesn’t surprise me.”

Between the art and the hushed corridors of the gallery, you often find yourselves alone. A stolen kiss in the quiet garden, where the fragrance of blooming flowers mingles with the electric charge between you. And then another, amidst the art, when the room empties and you’re left in the silence of creativity, where the only beauty that matters is reflected in the depths of his eyes.

He holds your hand and listens to your explanations about art and strokes and colour theory. And he calls you a nerd. Of course, he does. And you laugh and look at each other, and kiss again, not caring if there’s someone around.

When you come back home, his sisters and parents are still in the living room, so you sit with them, still wearing your cocktail dress and Carlos still looking gorgeous in his tuxedo. You picked up churros on your way home, so you’re just basking in the serenity and the domesticity of it all. Conversations flow effortlessly, laughter weaving through the air. You share stories, revealing snippets of your lives to his family, like they’re slowly becoming yours.

Ana. Blanca. Oli. Reyes. Carlos. And your Carlos, who looks at you with a warmth in his eyes that is capable of melting every cell of your body.

You can get used to this.

You only spend one night in Madrid. You sleep over at the Sainz’s—Reyes didn’t let you consider a hotel, so she prepared one of the guest rooms in advance. Surprisingly, it’s not the first time you and Carlos sleep under the same roof without having sex, but it’s the first time you do so in separate beds. And you feel restless. You lay in bed, your gaze fixed on the wall as if by sheer will, it will become transparent and grant you a view of him sleeping—the contours of his face softened in serenity, his lashes grazing his cheekbones.

According to Google, Autodromo Nazionale Monza is exactly 39 minutes away from your flat by car. Which isn’t a lot.

You’re not sure what to wear, or what’s exactly going to happen.

It’s Friday. It’s his birthday. He looks gorgeous in the photos that everyone is posting. You just need to get to the track, meet your parents and take your family to the garage. It’s as simple as that.

But you haven’t seen Carlos for more than a week, and the idea of finally seeing him is consuming you.

So you dump your worries in your wardrobe. You search for the few Ferrari pieces you have in your closet and you put out an outfit, and make-up and pretend you’re just going to an event you know nothing about. Because that’s almost the case.

Between the small crowd and the electric atmosphere and the midst of the symphony of roaring engines, you spot your parents and your brothers—their eyes wide with wonder. They’re donning Ferrari shirts and hats, each one with a different number on their clothes.

This blend of family and racing feels strangely comforting.

There’s a guy waiting for you by the entrance, with your passes. You follow him. He asks about the ride to the circuit, if it's your first time, and you can actually relieve some of the anticipation with that small talk. But you’re taking so long.

The corridor leading to the garages seems to stretch endlessly, each step an eternity.

"He's in the garage, preparing for the session. You'll have to be quick," the man informs you, but his words are mere background noise. All that matters is Carlos, and he's waiting. That's all you need.

Stepping into the garage, the noise amplifies. It's a chaotic dance of technicians and engineers, each absorbed in their tasks. You scan the frenetic scene, searching for him, but his absence is louder than the noise.

“Carlos must be arriving. Boys,” he drops to your brothers. “Want to see the car up close?”

Of course, they say yes, and they follow the man. Your dad tags along and your mother? Well, she’s apparently very interested in the sport, as well.

The first Sainz you see is Carlos’ cousin, to whom you’ve been not introduced yet, but who quickly recognizes you. You introduce yourself, and he chuckles and you say you’re “Carlos’ friend”. And then Sainz Sr. appears, with Carlos right beside him, talking to a tall skinny guy.

And God. He’s a vision in that damned racing suit.

Time seems to slow as he approaches, and when he turns to you, his eyes light up with a radiant smile. The world fades away.

“Happy birthday,” is all that occurs to you.

And a “thank you for being here,” is all that he can say before being dragged away to the screens.

This time it isn’t Reyes or Sainz Sr., but Carlos who invites your family for dinner. It's an offer you simply can't refuse, and even though your brothers are practically nodding off from fatigue, the moment they step inside the Hotel de la Ville, and notice where they are, exhaustion seems to magically dissipate.

The entire day was amazing, but you’ve barely had a chance to be near Carlos. So, as he finally takes his seat across from you, the desire to kiss him simmers just beneath your skin, burning you whole. He's clad in his signature red shirt, his unruly hair falling playfully over his forehead. And he’s wearing white jeans, which makes the colour of his tanned skin intensify.

Caught in the act of admiring him, you see him move his eyebrows. You roll your eyes and swiftly adjust your position in the chair, refocusing on your dads’ intense discussion about the latest football market moves.

“Piccina,” your mother chimes in. “You never told me about the Madrid trip. The gallery. Was it nice?”

You glance at your mother and then at the whole table. Carlos has that playful twinkle in his eyes, clearly anticipating to hear you stutter as you try to talk about the exhibition. Well, you did pay attention to the art, of course, but what remains in your mind is the way Carlos’ eyes always managed to drift to you, no matter which room you were in.

“It was beautiful, Mom,” you reply, offering her a warm smile. “I’ve already told Carlos how grateful I am for the invite.” At the head of the table, Sainz Sr. smiles at you, with a simple yet approving nod. “The other Carlos tagged along with me. He got to learn a lot about art. Right, junior?”

Carlos leans to you, propping his elbows on the table, a trace of amusement dancing in his eyes.

"I have to admit, you managed to make even the dullest of rooms seem interesting."

Thankfully, Sainz Sr.'s hearty laughter momentarily steals everyone's attention, giving you a chance to regain your composure. Your cheeks are warm, and from the feeling of them, you know they’re red. You managed to make even the dullest of rooms seem interesting. And he smiles, because he knows you badly you’re falling.

"Well, that's impressive,” your dad chimes.

And you're not sure if he's complimenting Carlos's smooth line or your ability to be a guide. So you ignore him and try to play it cool.

“So,” your mom continues, her hand resting on your arm, her curiosity fully piqued. "You two spent a good time together in Madrid?"

You share a subtle glance with Carlos before nodding. "Yes, we did. It was a great exhibition."

A brief hush falls over the table and you can’t help but feel like you’re under a microscope and everyone can see through you. Carlos’ gaze, steady and unwavering, is locked onto you, and you feel yourself softening, captured in his attention.

“Well,” Sainz Sr., who's been quietly observing, interjects with a warm smile. "It seems like you two have been getting along quite well."

Carlos chuckles and looks down, his fingers lightly tapping the rim of his glass. You both exchange a quick look, a silent understanding passing between you.

It’s time.

"Actually," you start, "we've been getting along really, really well."

Reyes leans in. "Oh? Do tell."

“We’ve been…” You hesitate, glancing at Carlos for support.

He meets your gaze. “Dating,” he completes your sentence with a confident smile. “We’ve been dating for a while now. Six, seven-ish months?”

Sainz Sr.’s eyes light up, and then he furrows his brows, clearly processing the information. You can’t help but chuckle as you watch the gears turning in his mind.

“That’s before—way before I… introduced you.”

“In my defence,” you chime in. “I did try to tell you we’ve already met before. Blame your son. He’s the one who decided to play with you for so long.”

“Well, this is… wonderful news.” Sainz Sr. beams. You steak a glance at Carlos, knowing he’s definitely going to tease you about how genuinely pleased you looked after revealing the truth. “So, seven months, eh? Okay. When’s the wedding? And when do I get Carlos the 3rd?”

I had so much fun writing this one!!! I used every little break at work to write this. It's a bit different than what I usually write, so all feedback is appreciated. Thank you for the request! 🫶

[silverstonesainz-archive]

man in black

summary: the color black is most often associated with power, something carlos surely has over you. pairing: carlos sainz jr x fem!reader word count: 3.7k warnings: SMUT – oral (m & f receiving), fingering (f receiving), praise kink, p in v sex, unprotected sex. minors do not interact. || google translate spanish & french, probably inaccurate descriptions of the weekend schedule. so severly unedited and not proofread. note: finally! the long awaited man in black, in honor of the black fireproofs from monza. to be honest, this isn't just dedicated to the black fireproofs, but also the amazing job he did in monza. his race craft that weekend deserves to be celebrated with terribly written smut. hope this was worth the wait (also full disclaimer i wrote the last maybe 500 words high out of my mind so i really do hope it makes sense)

Monza. It’s the weekend for Ferrari to prove they are more than the mistakes they’ve made throughout the season. It’s the weekend for both drivers to prove that the fans are right to have faith in them. Monza is the weekend that Carlos has everything to prove. 

But it’s gonna be a challenge when he’s forced to start all the way at the back of the grid.

“I don’t know hermosa,” Carlos mumbles, rummaging through his luggage on the bed for his outfit of the day. “I don’t know if this weekend is gonna be what I want it to be.” 

You frown, crawling out from under the covers and over to your boyfriend. You kneel to give your boyfriend a sweet peck before sitting back on your feet. “Don’t say that mi dulce. You’re gonna have a great weekend, a weekend you can look back on and be proud of… even in this ridiculous shade of yellow.” 

Carlos chuckles, watching as you pull out his typical Ferrari polo but in the shade you described as minion yellow. You grimace, shaking your head as you lay it down on the bed nice and flat, ready for him to wear. Your boyfriend presses a kiss to your temple as you do so, grabbing a pair of light chinos before stripping down and changing. 

For the first time since Barcelona, you would be accompanying him on the track all weekend. You have your reservations about preferring to only come around for race day, but considering that your boyfriend is taking a grid penalty in Monza of all places, you figure you’d step it up as the supportive girlfriend. You know that Carlos has been desperate for a win since Silverstone, craving the rush of being the first person across the finish line. And truth be told, you were also missing the sound of his name being announced as victorious. You can still hear Crofty now, his excitement as he announces that for the first time in Formula 1, Carlos Sainz is victorious. 

In lieu of being the supportive girlfriend and hardcore Ferarri fan, you made it a point to match up with the yellows of the team. Granted you opt for shades more flattering to your skin tone, and not so in your face, but still. You’re in a simple, yellow strapless dress and white sneakers. It isn’t long until Carlos is ready, his hat in his hand along with his phone, wallet, and keys all in different slots of his fingers. You hum softly, prying his wallet from his hands before dropping it into your purse so you can hold his hand.

“Gracias hermosa,” He mumbles, pecking your lips.

The paddock is swarming in red and yellow, the tifosi excited to see their two leading men and how they’ll fare over the next couple of days. You stay out of every photo op and conversation Carlos catches himself in as much as possible. Everyone is so kind, even to you, and it’s refreshing. You watch as excitement begins to grow behind Carlos’s golden brown eyes after every interaction. It’s almost as if his impending grid penalty is long forgotten. 

Even with the knowledge of him starting in the back of the grid, Carlos pushed himself and the car. He topped in the practices, showing the world that given the chance he could very possibly win this race. It’s after free practice three do you really see the adrenaline and determination coursing through your boyfriend. You stay in the back of the garage, Charlotte on your left, as you watch Carlos analyze the data on the screens. You don’t hear the discussions, or quite frankly understand what exactly they are looking at, but you can’t deny how good he looks at that moment.

His thick, dark hair is pushed back, holding its form effortlessly. His bottom lip is slightly jutted outward, his fingers against his chin while he listens to the engineers explain the final set of data before qualifying. His skin is so golden, even more so against the now black fireproofs. You thought the white got you going, the black seemed to be working on overdrive. You feel Charlotte’s elbow against your side, tearing your eyes away from your prince-like boyfriend. 

“Vous bavez,” You’re drooling. She whispers, swiping the corner of her mouth with her thumb before giggling. 

You roll your eyes playfully, feeling your cheeks heating up. “Shut up.” 

You turn back to face Carlos, who is already walking over to you with a sweet smile on his face. 

“Hey, do you want to come upstairs with me?” 

You nod, “Sure.” 

You stand up from your seat, telling Charlotte you’ll see her at qualifying and trailing behind Carlos as you walk up the stairs. You both get a quick meal in the cafeteria, then retreat to his room. You hum softly, watching as he pulls the yellow suit off his body, hanging it up on the door of his closet. He slips on a pair of gym shorts before joining you on his massage bed, chin resting on your shoulder to look at whatever it is you’re staring at on your phone. 

“How are you feeling about qualifying?” You ask, putting your phone down next to you and turning over to look at your boyfriend. 

He shrugs, “I don’t know. Optimistic… hopefully I get P1 so I won’t be so far back you know.” 

You nod, fingers reaching over to cup his cheek, thumb caressing his skin softly. “Anything else on your mind? You seem tense.” 

Carlos shakes his head, taking your hand in his own and pressing a kiss on your palm. “No, solo preocupado por quali… I think after it’s done I’ll be fine.” 

“Anything I can do to take your mind off it?” You mumble, your tone only slightly suggestive. You watch as a smirk forms on Carlos’s lips. 

“Tienes alguna idea?” Do you have any ideas?

“Tengo un par…” I have a couple…

That’s when you lean over, lips finding his own. The kiss is urgent, but gentle and sweet. You feel Carlos’s large hand rest on your lower back, pulling you closer against him. Your fingers find their place in his dark locks, gripping the strands tightly in your fingers. He groans softly against you as you tug on his hair. Carlos holds your hips, pulling you over and on top of him. You don’t hesitate to grind your hips against his, your core meeting his clothed and semi-hard cock. 

“We don’t have a lot of time, hermosa,” He breathes, lips moving along your jaw and down your neck. 

You lick your lips, enjoying the feeling of the way he sucks the skin of your neck, how his teeth grind lightly as he does so. You pull away slightly, hands cupping his jaw as you kiss him hard all while you scoot backwards and onto your feet, Carlos sitting up so he doesn’t stop kissing you. You pull away, fingers quick to the waistband of his gym shorts. He lifts his hips, helping you yank the shorts and his underwear down to his ankles. You drop to your knees in an instant, finding your place between his legs. You look at his hardened cock, laying flat against him, long and thick. Your mouth waters. 

You lay your tongue flat against his shaft, licking from base to tip, before engulfing his dick in your mouth. Carlos throws his head back at the feeling, a soft moan bubbling from his throat. You bob your head up and down, hands finnicking with your hair to hold it away from your face. 

It must be a sight to see. If anyone were to walk in at that moment, they’d see an angel in a bright yellow dress, on her knees in front of a devilishly handsome man clad in black. It’s sinful, the way you swallow him, the lewd sounds of him hitting the back of your throat and the wetness of your mouth around him. You can feel Carlos’s fingers combing through your hair, encouraging you to release your locks as he holds your hair back for you. 

“So good to me,” He mumbles, tilting his head as he watches the way his dick disappears into your mouth. His heart jumps when your eyes spring open, looking up at him. Your eyes bore into his and he smiles smugly. With his free hand, he reaches down to wipe a tear falling from your eye. “So pretty with my cock in your mouth baby.” 

You moan around him, eyes falling shut as you take more of him into your mouth. You relax your throat, forcing his cock down your throat before swallowing around him. You can hear his breath hitch, choking back a moan. You do it over and over until your throat is raw, and your jaw is sore. You pull away, gasping for air as you spit in your hands as you begin to pump his shaft. You lower yourself, turning your head as you gently take one of his balls in your mouth, tongue gently caressing the delicate skin. Carlos groans, head thrown back. A string of cuss words, a mix of english and spanish tumbling from his lips. You do the same to the other, before finally taking his cock back into his mouth. You focus on the most sensitive part of his dick, sucking hard and swirling your tongue around it. One hand massages his balls gently, while the other pumps what you don’t have in your mouth. You quicken your pace, your warm wet mouth unforgiving as you pull him closer and closer to his orgasm. 

With a final knock to the back of your throat, he releases into your mouth. He is panting, hot breaths mixed in with a mess of moans. Carlos’s eyes are squeezed shut, forehead tense as he comes down your throat. Your actions slow down, slowly releasing his dick to swallow what he’s left in you. Carlos releases your hair, eyes finally opening to look down at you. A lazy smile is on his lips and he chuckles. 

“Too good to me amor.” 

You grin, standing up and leaning down to kiss him. 

Right on cue, there is a gentle knock on the door. 

“Carlos, warm up time.”

Carlos sighs against you, pulling away and ruffling his hair. “I’m sorry mamita I-”

“It’s okay Carlos don’t worry. You can repay me another time,” You wink, leaning down to peck his lips. He chuckles, nodding before standing up and getting ready to hop back in the car. 

Qualifying was as exhilarating and nerve wracking as always. You kept your fingers crossed for the P1 your boyfriend so desperately wanted. But at the end, Charles secures pole and Carlos qualifies P3. You’re proud none the less, walking over to park femme to watch the post qualifying interviews and the usual photo ops. And when all is said and done, he is walking over to you to greet you with a sweet kiss. 

“P3!” You say excitedly.

“P18,” He corrects, slinging his arm over you. 

The rest of Saturday goes by in a blur, Carlos being whisked left and right for all things Ferrari and you just tagging along. By the time you both get back to the hotel, sex and all other good things are far from your minds and sleep seemed to be the only thing all too appealing for the both of you. 

You’re on the paddock just before lunch that Sunday, a smoothie in your hands as you skip behind Carlos who is racing over to hospitality. You kiss goodbye and join Charlotte for a quick adventure around the paddock. Both of you try to distract yourself for the time being, the race not starting for another couple of hours or so. You both end up at Ferrari Hospitality anyways, eating snacks that the kitchen staff prepared for you guys. Charlotte attempts to teach you more French in the meantime, and you both even dive into some classic paddock gossip. 

The sound of footsteps pitter pattering tears you and Charlotte away from your conversation, the sight of both your boyfriends coming down from the third floor, already clad in those god awful yellow suits. They grin, waving you guys over to join them as they walk over to the motorhome. 

The tifosi are loud, excited for the boys in yellow to get on the grid. They are excited, each scream and cry for Carlos and Charles is filled with so much love and passion. You and Charlotte hang back behind them, arm in arm, watching your boyfriends wave and smile at the people who love them. And when you finally find yourself in the garage, you retreat to the back, watching the chaos ensue. Wheels are being rolled, engineers chattering about data and Carlos standing with Rupert as he does his final rounds of warm ups. 

“Good luck mi dulce,” You say, smiling up at him as he grabs his helmet. He smiles, leaning down to give you a sweet kiss.

“Gracias hermosa, te veo en un rato.” Thank you beautiful, I’ll see you in a bit.

And with one final kiss, Carlos walks off and climbs into his car. 

Carlos drove a phenomenal race. Every overtake had your heart racing. Your leg was bouncing, bottom lip between your teeth as your boyfriend inches closer and closer to the top three. He drove effortlessly, the overtakes were clean and in all honesty just downright sexy. How your boyfriend managed to move from P18 to P4, you would never truly understand but it made you fall for him even further. You can hear the cheers from the grandstand with each turn, each move he made. 

It was going perfect, and surely he was going to be on the podium. But then Daniel’s car retires and they are stuck behind the safety car until the end of the race. You hear the frustration in Carlos’s voice when the engineers tell him the news, and your heart aches for him. In the end. Carlos is stuck in P4. You watch as he walks towards the garage, waving to the fans all the while as he tries to hide the disappointment in his features. You stand right outside the garage opening, ready to embrace your boyfriend as he comes closer. Your arms wrap around him, lips pressing against his cheek.

“Lo hiciste muy bien mi amor. Estoy tan orgulloso de ti.” You did so good my love. I'm so proud of you. 

His arm wraps around your waist, leaning into your kiss. “Gracias bebe. I have some media and meetings to do, why don’t you go back to the hotel now. I’ll have Rupert take you.” 

“Are you sure? I don’t mind waiting baby.”

He nods, “Si. As soon as I’m done here, I’m going straight to you. Okay?”

“Okay… Te amo.” 

“Te amo baby. See you later.”

You watch as he saunters off with his media personnel, off to do his usual rounds of briefings and media. Rupert smiles at you and soon you are on your way back to the hotel. 

You quickly get comfortable, changing out of yet another yellow inspired outfit and into one of Carlos’s shirts. The sun is beginning to set by the time Carlos is waltzing into the room, black fireproofs still on under his jacket. His hair is propped in all different directions, stress clearly on his features as he drops his belongings onto the desk. You watch as he moves around the room, shrugging off his jacket and kicking off his shoes. He walks over to you, leaning down to press a kiss on your lips. It lingers longer than you’d expect, Carlos’s free hand moving to the back of your head as he kisses you. When he pulls away, his eyes are dark, shaded with suggestion.

“Come join me in the shower.” 

It’s not a question, but a demand. You listen of course. How could you not, especially with how he is looking at you. You trail behind him, giddy and excited as you enter the bathroom. Carlos grins down at you, cupping your cheeks as he pulls your lips to his own. You can feel his smile as he kisses you, the way his hands move down to your hips to hold you flush against him. Your hands weave into his hair, gripping lightly. Carlos pulls away from the kiss, plump lips moving to kiss your jaw and down your neck. You look into the mirror, and the sight of Carlos ravishing you in his dark attire makes you moan. You could snap a picture of this very moment, you would. 

Your fingers fumble with the hem of those godly black fireproofs, pulling the fabric off his body before greedily running your fingers over his toned abdomen. Carlos does the same for you, lips immediately latching onto your nipple while his other hand massages the other breast. The shower is long forgotten as he backs you up against the sink and tugs your panties down your thighs. You kick them off before allowing him to sit you on the counter and dropping to his knees.

“The only prize I need,” He mumbles, kissing your clit.

“Only for you.” You mumble, watching as he admires your pussy. 

“All mine.” 

He presses his tongue flat against your center, licking agonizingly slow up your cunt before swirling around your clit. Carlos eats you out, like a man starved. His mouth, his lips, his tongue, pulling down right sinful noises from you. You are a whimpering mess, completely at his mercy as he continues to fuck you with his tongue. Your fingers are once again finding their place in his thick hair, pulling him closer against you. Carlos chuckles against you, lips sucking on your bundle of nerves. A squeal bubbles from your throat, head thrown back as intense pleasure rushes over you. You don’t see the way Carlos looks up at you, his golden eyes glazed with lust as he admires the way he makes you feel. He pulls away, middle finger running along your slit before pushing into you. 

“Tan dulce, tan húmedo, todo para mi.” He mumbles before reattaching his lips onto your pink center. So sweet, so wet, all for me.

You can feel it, your orgasm brewing in the pit of your stomach as he strokes your insides. Your pussy clenches around his middle finger, telling him that you’re close. Carlos obliges, adding his ring finger as he begins to fuck you with his slender digits. His tongue is unforgiving against you, fingers not giving up until you are moaning his name over and over, making a mess all over his fingers and chin. 

He stands up, fingers still buried deep inside of you, to pull you into another heated kiss. You sigh against his lips, pulling him closer as you kiss him with just as much fire. He pulls his fingers from inside of you, releasing your lips to lick his fingers clean of your arousal. You watch him, eyes hooded, lips curved into a lazy smirk. Carlos looked sexy before you, hair a mess and his fingers in his mouth as he licks your mess up. He releases his fingers with a pop, hands hoisting you off the counter and turning you around to face the mirror. 

You watch as he undoes his pants, pulling them down his legs and leaving him bare before you. You watch as he steps closer to you, the way his hands grip your waist as he stares at your ass. He gives it a gentle squeeze, a boyish grin on his face at how the soft flesh feels in his calloused hands. He places his free hand on your shoulder, pushing you down gently against the sink. In one swift movement, and with no effort at all, Carlos pushes into you. You both moan at the feeling, how perfectly he fits inside of you. 

Carlos doesn’t move for a moment, eyes shut as he savors the feeling of your soft cunt wrapped around him. “Feel so good mamita. I’ll never get over how good you feel around me.”

And with that, he begins to pump in and out of you. His hands hold your waist, pulling you against him in a sinful rhythm. He starts off slow, truly allowing you to feel the way his thick cock stretches you out. But with each second, he begins to move quicker, rougher. His hips snap against yours, his cock slamming into you over and over and pulling such sinful sounds from you. It’s music to Carlos’s ears. 

“Who makes you feel this good mamita?”

“You. Only you.” You moan, staring at him through the mirror. 

Carlos’s hands grip your forearms, pulling your body up and against him. He hooks his arms through yours, and uses his free hand to grope your breasts. You feel his hot breath against you, panting and moaning as he continues to fuck you. 

“Te amo,” He grunts, pressing a kiss against your neck.

“Te amo.” 

His hand moves from your breast down to your pussy, fingers toying with your sensitive clit. You beg him not to stop, whine his name as he gives into your pleas. You begin to see stars, see the little black dots cutting through your vision as your second orgasm comes over you. Your moans are loud, coming from deep in your throat as you shake in his hold. Carlos is not too far behind, thrusts turning sloppy as he releases himself into you. 

He releases you and you fall over onto the counter. You hear Carlos chuckle, his lips soon on your back as he kisses your clammy skin.

“Estás bien?” 

You nod your eyes closed as you hum in response. 

You inhale sharply when Carlos pulls out of you. He turns your body around to sit you back on the counter, pressing gentle kisses all over your face.

“I’ll start us a bath.” You nod, opening your eyes to look at the love of your life. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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[i9messi]

Dating Carlos Sainz Jr

Specific things I think Carlos would do as your boyfriend

carlos’ masterlist

Carlos did not hesitate to ask you out as soon as he saw you, he didn't take his time to let you know that you called his attention. He thought he needed to ask you out before someone else did

Things moved fast

The next thing you knew was you were in the paddock supporting your boyfriend, so in love of him

Carlos loves that you are by his side, his heart beats frantic when you are present

He can’t take his eyes off you, so much that sometimes you distract him when he has to concentrate on serious things, like for example, on the race that is about to begin

He likes to take you to dinner at fancy restaurants, where both have to dress elegant, so you always use the things he gifts you

Carlos’ love affection is to give you compliments, always lets you know how much he is drunk in love with you and the things you make him feel

"You look— wow, you’re so beautiful."

He likes to gift you things, even if you do not say anything and do not ask him for it, he knows you and knows the type of things you like

For him there is something pleasant in the way in which you usually love the details that he gives you

Galas, parties, wherever he has to be, so are you. You’re a girlfriend who supports him in everything and he needs your company as air to breathe

Although he also likes to stay at home, it's not always necessary to leave home

He likes to make homemade food for you and share a moment alone, his passion is to prepare something with his own hands and feed you

That man loves compliments, he really loves them

more when they come from you

"Do you like it?"

"Of course, Carlos. Everything you do is incredible.”

His brown eyes glow with excitement after you tell him something nice

He also loves when you stroke his hair and tell him that you love him

You can be quietly lying on a bed, him by your side and you passing your hand through his hair. Carlos is like a cat that purrs because he loves you

"I love when you touch me, please keep doing it."

He tells you stories of his childhood to lull you to sleep while he hold you, tells you about his races, the places he had visited and the things he loves most, always ends up talking about the day he met you

You will always remember that day as the most important day of your life

Carlos is a lovely boyfriend and is obsessed with you, so much so that his friends joke about you having him curled on a finger

He does not correct them, because they are right

That man breathes and lives for you, since you came to his life cannot stop thinking about you and in all the ways in which you can make him happy

Confesses love in different languages so you don’t understand completely

If you don’t speak Spanish, he will teach you because he loves to hear you speak his language and be your teacher

If you speak Spanish you can have long conversations, talk in front of a lot of people, knowing that no one will understand your secret conversations

He makes a LOT of suggestive dirty jokes

Carlos texts you pictures of himself with captions like "miss you." and "can’t wait to come home."

He’s needy

Carlos reminds you of a prince

He acts like a prince

He is your prince charming

[f1letters]

maroon | cs55

"how the hell did we lose sight of us again? sobbing with your head in your hands, ain't that the way shit always ends?"

summary: they both knew their relationship would ruin them both, but they couldn't stop themselves from running back to each other every goddamn time

warning: angst, toxic relationship, mentions of a vicious cycle of breaking up and making up, right person wrong time, suggestive language, swearing, a bunch of references to older classic rock bands and albums (and CAS because they are my fav band of all time haha), open ending

pairing: carlos sainz x reader

word count: 4.3k

note: everything in bold are song references and in italic are thoughts, which includes memories from the past.

spanish words used: hermosa = beautiful; corazón = heart

hey everybody! honestly, this song is the one I've been looking forward to writing the most since the beginning... I worked so hard and I gave everything I had in me to this story (hence the story being the longest so far, something about writing for Carlos just makes me write so much more every time, haha), I couldn't be more proud of what I did! haha, hopefully, you guys love it as much as I do! happy holidays to everyone! 💜

masterlist

When the morning came

We were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf

'Cause we lost track of time again

Laughing with my feet in your lap

Like you were my closest friend

Dozens of voices echoed through the crowded room, engaged in different conversations and dialogues.

The crowd seemed to have a life of its own. Old friends catching up on the latest news in their lives. New friends being made unexpectedly. The sharing of the latest gossip and rumours among the most curious souls. The sound of endless, genuine laughter through the halls.

In the middle of the glowing lights, the shiny clothes and the loud music, hidden in the shadows, there she was.

Y/N had escaped the huddled bodies until she found refuge in an empty room. With the door closed, the noise of the party was now muffled, leaving the girl alone with her thoughts as she searched through a vinyl shelf she found there.

Led Zeppelin. Pink Floyd. Radiohead. The Clash. Their owner had taste, she thought, fascinated by their timeless records. The young woman also appreciated these older classic albums, although she couldn't find many people like her.

With her hands roaming over the vinyl without much care for the party happening, Y/N nearly dropped a Nirvana album on the floor when the bedroom door burst open.

"Oh." The unknown man said, stopping in his track when he came face to face with her. "Sorry, but do I know you?"

"Hmm, I don't think so." The girl frowned in doubt. Her eyes widened as she realized she was clearly breaking into someone's room. "Oh my god, is this your room? It is, isn't it? What was I thinking going in like that-"

"Hey, don't worry! It's okay! I just wasn't expecting to see anyone in here." He chuckled softly, extending his hand to the girl. "I'm Carlos, and you are...?"

"Y/N, nice to meet you!" She shook his hand back. The girl could have sworn she felt a spark run through her veins as soon as she felt his touch.

"Hmm, sorry for going through your stuff. I- I'm a huge music lover and I- Just couldn't help myself." The girl continued, half choking up, half laughing at herself, lifting the album in her hand to show Carlos what she was doing.

"I don't mind." The driver responded, approaching her and taking the vinyl from her hold. The warm skin of his hand contrasted with her cool one, letting his touch linger. "So, are you a Nevermind fan?"

"More of a Bleach girl myself." Y/N said smugly, her eyes glazing over the boy's charming figure before returning to the shelf. "You have an incredible collection. I wish I had this many records."

"How'd we end up on the floor, anyway?" you say

"Your roommate's cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that's how"

I see you every day now

Hours passed, and both lost track of time as they talked about everything and anything. 

Y/N and Carlos were instantly attracted to each other, bonded not just by their shared love of music but by a soul connection neither could explain.

It was profound in ways that were beyond physical attraction, it had to be experienced to be truly understood.

Almost like their souls knew each other from the past.

The couple stood there, only a few hours after they met, sitting on the floor of his bedroom. They laughed with her feet in his lap, with a cheap-ass screw-top bottle of rosé beside them.

It was like an enchanting enigma how much they felt like each other's closest friends, like they had been part of each other's lives forever.

A Fleetwood Mac song was playing from Carlos's red vinyl record player when the woman spoke. "Isn't it crazy that I ended up at your house party and didn't even know who you were until you walked into this room?"

The two chuckled softly as their eyes locked and the driver's hand ran along the top of her thigh. "A bit maybe." He bit his bottom lip, a little unsure and nervous. Deciding to take risks that night, he continued. "But it was totally worth sneaking in here and skipping the party just to meet you."

Y/N could feel her cheeks heat up as they flushed. The girl tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and looked away from him to the floor.

"I don't know about you," Carlos again captured the attention of the girl beside him, approaching her little by little. "But I don't think I've ever felt this chemistry with anyone in my entire life, hermosa."

Driven by her impulsiveness and by the tension that hung in the air, the young woman made the first move and closed the space between them, letting her lips rest on his in a much-desired kiss. 

It started out soft and slow, their hearts beating faster and faster as the adrenaline grew. Y/N let her mouth open a little, and the driver took that as a sign to let his tongue swirl in her mouth. Her hands found their place among the brown locks of his wild hair, as he pulled her body towards him until she was on top of him.

Y/N was never one for one-night stands or sex on the first date, but that moment felt different for her. None of it felt sudden, ill-considered, or a mistake.

In fact, Y/N had never felt like anything was so right as pulling the Spaniard onto his bed mattress that night.

And I chose you

The one I was dancing with

In New York, no shoes

Looked up at the sky and it was

For the next six months, Y/N and Carlos were inseparable.

Their feelings for each other continued to grow stronger and stronger with every passing day. However, the two kept them secret from each other, hidden in the privacy of their own minds.

During those magical months since the night they'd met, they'd given themselves to each other, body and soul. But they both knew there was something more between them: something impossible to ignore, something special.

So special that the two feared they would ruin it by putting a title on their relationship.

They were… Friends with benefits, lovers, soulmates? All options were honest and sincere, but they were only attempts to escape the term "boyfriend and girlfriend".

Painting New York City white, snowflakes fell from the skies while shimmering under the lights like jewels bestowed by winter.

The couple could already see their destination, such was the way the girl's maroon apartment building stood out among the snow-covered sidewalks.

Carlos hugged her waist from behind, squeezing the girl's body and picking her up off the ground.

"Carlos, stop! You're going to drop me, you idiot!" Y/N squealed playfully, being immediately put down again in front of her door.

The driver placed a tender kiss on her forehead and then adjusted the black beanie that covered the top of her head. "I would never let you fall, corazón."

Except I already fell for you, she thought to herself, making her heart ache.

The two hurriedly climbed the building's stairs, eager to return to the warmth of her home. They had barely passed the front door when the two started taking off their cold and damp shoes in search of some relief from the discomfort in their feet.

The Cigarettes After Sex album that they were listening to before leaving her living room continued to echo through the walls of the apartment. Immediately, Carlos grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him, wrapping her shoulders with his arms as he started to sway their connected bodies gently to the music.

"What are you doing?" Y/N asked, caught off guard by the driver's movements.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Carlos asked playfully, running his hand through the young woman's long hair. "I'm dancing with you to your favourite band."

Just when she thought it wasn't possible for her feelings to grow any further, Carlos seemed to challenge her, proving her wrong all over again. Her heart could explode at any second with how much love for the Spaniard she kept in it.

"Carlos?" She asked in a whisper.

"Yes, hermosa?" He replied in the same tone.

"I'm so glad I chose you."

In the end, what mattered to them was seizing the moment before it was over, being happy with each other before the inevitable end came.

Both Y/N and Carlos couldn't help sensing that they were doomed to end sooner or later.

The burgundy on my t-shirt

When you splashed your wine into me

And how the blood rushed into my cheeks

So scarlet, it was

Eventually, the first signs of the end of their honeymoon phase began to appear.

Their flaws seemed more noticeable, their patience thinner, and their problems more difficult to solve.

All of a sudden, the illusion that their relationship was perfect started to fade with time.

The two began to see themselves as opponents with their backs turned to each other instead of the hopelessly in love souls they were in the beginning.

On a random spring night, the two were getting ready for another one of their dates, in the privacy of his house, like they did so many times before.

The two naturally assumed their tasks without much dialogue at this point: Y/N was leaning over the stove as she finished cooking dinner for them, while Carlos was in the dining room setting the table.

After completing what he had to do, the driver went to the kitchen in search of a wine to serve with the pasta that his lover was preparing. He opened the pantry and took out his favourite red wine from one of the bottom shelves.

Carlos walked to one of the drawers, removing his corkscrew from it, and opened the bottle without knowing that Y/N was moving dangerously close to him. 

By accident, his sudden movement caused the bottle to splash onto the once-white t-shirt the young woman wore, now leaving a huge burgundy mark on it.

"Are you fucking serious?" Y/N complained, disgusted with the state of her outfit. "This t-shirt is new, Carlos. For fuck's sake, this stain is never coming off."

"Calm down, it's not like someone died. It's just a fucking t-shirt, Y/N." Carlos replied, in the same aggressive tone. "I'll buy you a new one. Don't let this night be ruined for something so small."

"You'll buy it?! You always think that your money solves everything, don't you?" The girl spat, starting her way to her room to change her clothes. "I just wish you would be careful for once in your life and not be so fucking clumsy."

"It's a piece of fabric, oh my God." Carlos followed her, not ready to give up. "Get over it!"

"You know what? Enjoy your dinner alone. I'm out of here."

And so their new routine began: they argued, they fucked, they made up, they repeated.

The rooms they'd once set on fire with their burning, sizzling passion were now left in ashes, burned by the flame that brought them back to each other's arms, time after time.

The mark they saw on my collarbone

The rust that grew between telephones

The lips I used to call home

So scarlet, it was maroon

Fight after fight, the two kept finding their way to each other every single time, like two individuals relapsing on their favourite addiction.

The young woman had been dragged by the Spaniard to another one of his races, though as a very discreet and unknown guest.

Nobody knew her in that world, not even his closest colleagues, and Y/N couldn't help but feel hurt by all of Carlos' secrecy.

Okay, they weren't together-together, but the fact that she wasn't even mentioned to his best friends still seemed like a red flag to her.

Y/N had managed to escape to his room without anyone noticing, coming face to face with the shirtless figure with his back to her.

"Hey, handsome." The girl approached him, placing her hands on his chest as she leaned against his naked back.

"Corazón, you are here." The driver turned towards her, placing a kiss on her lips and down along the side of her neck. "I missed you so much. These weeks without you have driven me crazy."

"Hmm... Were you missing me or having me?" Y/N questioned, trying to pretend to be unaffected by the way his mouth sucked on her collarbone so sensually.

The boy turned his eyes to her gaze and cupped her face gently in his hands. "You, hermosa. You."

Their moment was interrupted by a member of Ferrari knocking on the door, warning Carlos that he would have to prepare for the driver's parade. Both of them slipped from his room and the motorhome, coming across two other drivers she recognized from watching other races.

"Well, well, well," Lando announced, messing with Carlos and his mystery companion. "What do we have here? Sainz, you don't even introduce your 'friend' here to your boys"

"Pfff, friend." The Spaniard's teammate, Charles, replied, also joking. "At least her fresh hickey tells me otherwise."

The girl immediately looked down at the neckline of her shirt, where she noticed the love bite near her neck.

And when her gaze rested on her lover's annoyed face, she realized how unhappy he was that they got caught.

When the silence came

We were shaking, blind and hazy

How the hell did we lose sight of us again?

Sobbing with your head in your hands

Ain't that the way shit always ends?

"Since this muppet here doesn't want to introduce us, I'll do the honours. I'm Lando, this is Charles." The McLaren driver said, pointing to his Ferrari friend, followed by his outstretched hand towards the girl.

"Nice to meet you both, I'm Y/N." She greeted the British, and then the Monegasque.

"So why are you hiding your beautiful girlfriend from us, Sainz?" Charles asked curiously.

"She's not my girlfriend, I have to go." Carlos replied, turning away and leaving behind two shocked friends, a hurt girl and her heart broken into little pieces.

After hearing a thousand apologies from the two nice guys for meddling in matters that weren't theirs, Y/N decided to walk to the exit of the circuit and skip the race altogether.

Hours passed and only silence came to her hotel room, with no sign of Carlos.

The girl sat on the floor, back against the bed covered with a maroon duvet, shaking, blind and hazy, until he eventually appeared.

How the hell did we lose sight of us again, she thought to herself over and over again.

The driver entered the room, shoulders slumped in regret, expecting to find an upset Y/N he had to apologize to.

Never did he expect to find the girl he loved sobbing with her head in her hands.

Carlos knelt down in front of the young woman, placing his hands on her knees, which provoked her to look at him with eyes smudged with mascara.

"Sorry, hermosa." The boy apologized, letting his forehead rest against her knee.

"Sorry for what, Carlos?" Y/N asked, determined to get the truth out of him.

"I shouldn't have turned away and left you alone with Lando and Charles." The Spaniard confessed. "I understand that you didn't see the race, but it's done now, you don't need to be like that..."

"The discussion is over, yes." The girl spoke, getting up from the floor and looking at the image of him still kneeling. "But us, this, whatever it is, that is over too."

"Stop, Y/N!" The driver also got to his feet, trying to stop her from leaving. "This is just another argument. We always come back to each other, that's the way shit always ends."

The woman released her wrist from his hold, opened the door and glanced at him over her shoulder before walking away.

"Not this time."

You were standing hollow-eyed in the hallway

Carnations you had thought were roses, that's us

I feel you, no matter what

The rubies that I gave up

A day passed. Then two days. Three days.

On the fourth day, the doorbell to her New York apartment rang and her heart just knew that he was going to be the person behind the door.

Y/N opened the entrance to her house and there he was as expected: Carlos, standing there, hollow-eyed in the hallway, flowers in hand.

"Before you interrupt me, I beg you: please, listen to what I have to say. Then you can send me away if you want and I'll go." Carlos begged her, his hands gripping the red flowers more tightly. "I love you. I'm sorry I came to that conclusion so late but I do, I love you. So much my chest hurts whenever I'm not with you. And I know I've been an asshole to you, especially on this last race, and I know I don't deserve you but I'm not ready to give up on you, on us."

The young woman remained silent, listening to the words she'd been waiting to hear all these months.

But they were too late.

"These roses are for you, corazón. I know they are your favourite flowers." The driver held the flowers out to her.

"Carnations," Y/N replied, leaving the Spaniard more confused than ever. "These are carnations, not roses."

The two kept their eyes together until a tear ran down the girl's eyes. And both of them knew.

"I'm sorry, Carlos, but you should leave." Y/N sobbed. "I loved you all this time but I had enough."

And I lost you

The one I was dancing with

In New York, no shoes

Looked up at the sky and it was

Maroon

It took six months for them to end their perfect, magical honeymoon phase. 

Followed by another six months of endless fighting and pain inflicted on each other.

Perhaps in some poetic way, six months passed from Y/N losing him until they saw each other again.

Nothing hurt more than being away from the one person she loved more than anyone. Especially when she knew the passion and the love between them were still there.

She couldn't help feeling that they were two cursed souls destined to suffer for their love.

Without Carlos, even music seemed to sound different. 

Since the day she saw the boy walk out the door, her vinyl had remained exactly in the same place, gathering dust, as she didn't have the courage to listen to them again without being consumed by memories of them.

Trapped in her thoughts on yet another sleepless night, Y/N looked up at the sky and thought to herself: I can't die from a broken heart, but I can't help but feel like a part of me did that day.

The burgundy on my t-shirt

When you splashed your wine into me

And how the blood rushed into my cheeks

So scarlet, it was

Maroon

Tired of brooding over the excruciating time away from the driver, Y/N relented and agreed to leave the comfort of her home to go to a party for the first time in a long time.

Dressed to the nines, the girl found herself in a crowd in the middle of an unfamiliar house.

It was the same as always: old friends, new friends, gossip, rumours, laughter, shining lights, loud music.

The young woman simply couldn't enjoy that life as she did before. All she wanted was to go home, lay under the covers, with the fire burning on her fireplace... But the memories that place held of him began to feel like they were too much for her to bear.

Alcohol in her hand, as usual, Y/N escaped the noise to a random room in the house, much like the night she met Carlos. 

This time, the girl found herself in the middle of a guest room, with nothing more than a bed and some basic furniture, where she sat enjoying a sweet drink.

Mirroring that night even further, Y/N was stunned when the white bedroom door opened to let in the tanned, handsome boy who was consuming her head.

"Oh," Carlos said, unable to contain his feelings when he saw the woman again after so long. "Hey, I- I was just looking for the bathroom. I- I'm going to go."

"No, wait!" Unconsciously, Y/N stood up, grabbing the driver's wrist without giving it much thought until she felt the blood rush into her cheeks. "Sorry, I don't know what I'm doing. I just- I don't know... I miss you."

The Spaniard let her words sink in, all emotions on the surface. "Y/N... Please, don't do this. I don't know if I can survive another heartbreak."

"You're right, I'm sorry. Forget this ever happened." Y/N got ready to walk out the door until it was the boy's turn to grab her arm.

Carlos pulled her towards him, grabbing her face with both hands and pulling her into a so-desired kiss filled with longing, pain, and lust.

The mark they saw on my collarbone

The rust that grew between telephones

The lips I used to call home

So scarlet, it was maroon

His lips brushed hers, allowing him to inhale her breath and feel the warmth of her mouth, until he let his lips mash against hers in a rough, heated kiss.

She opened her mouth quickly, pushing her tongue past his teeth and meeting him in an electric and passionate battle. 

Both lay on the bed, her straddling his body like she did a million other times, her lips still glued to the ones she used to call home.

They both pull away, panting with their gazes focused on each other almost as if they were afraid the moment would suddenly be over.

"I still love you, hermosa." Carlos confessed, letting the words slip out. "There wasn't a day that I didn't think of you, or that I didn't want your body next to mine just like this."

For one more night, Y/N gave in to her most intimate desires and allowed herself to enjoy the feeling of belonging in the arms of the man she loved again, as she removed her dress and her lips returned to where they belonged - his.

And I wake with your memory over me

That's a real fucking legacy, legacy

And I wake with your memory over me

That's a real fucking legacy to leave

Such was the girl's amazement when hours later she woke up in the same bed, alone with only his memory over her.

The wrinkled sheets on the right side of the mattress were the only sign that the driver had been in that room the night before. 

Not a note, a discarded piece of clothing, a stray hair.

Just crumpled linens and the marks of his love smeared across her soft skin.

Once again, Y/N was left with only her regrets and her sorrows for being so weak and so naive to think this time would be different.

That was the legacy he left every time: his touch on her remained, as did his absence.

The burgundy on my t-shirt

When you splashed your wine into me

And how the blood rushed into my cheeks

So scarlet, it was maroon

Back at home, the girl went straight to her room, wanting nothing more than to get out of her dirty clothes from the night before. 

Her hands started their work of removing the dress, until she stopped in her tracks, naked in front of her bathroom mirror, when she saw the marks left by Carlos all over her for the first time.

She swallowed hard, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall, as she stepped into the shower.

The hot water ran through her hair, over her shoulders, and down her back, until loneliness overcame her and her eyes wept and wept away all the hurt she felt.

How could I have been stupid enough to fall again, she wondered.

After a few minutes of crying and showering, Y/N left the bathroom, towel wrapped around her body, and went to her dresser in search of an old t-shirt to wear.

Among the dozens of her neutral shirts, one stood out. It was scarlet, and it was his.

Without thinking twice, she grabbed the t-shirt and draped it over her body, ready to give in to the sadness. Her arms hugged her own torso, seeking physical comfort in a place where she was the only person left.

Or so she thought until she heard the familiar doorbell ring later that night.

The mark they saw on my collarbone

The rust that grew between telephones

The lips I used to call home

So scarlet, it was maroon

The only light on the dark street that night was the street light that lit up the star-crossed lovers ever so slightly.

There he was, standing outside of the door of her maroon building, red roses in hand this time, face pleading for forgiveness. 

Although their lives might not have fit together, they were just two broken souls who had found solace in each other's hearts, unwilling to give up on the greatest love they had ever known.

And just like that, pulled back into their vicious cycle, all she had consuming her mind was him all over again.

"Hey, corazón."

It was maroon

It was maroon

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