summary : in his attempts to wake you up for the surprise date he had planned, james finds you soundly sleeping and decides to join you
warnings : fluff, teasing, ‘i love you’s’, james being absolutely ridiculous
notes : figuring out a new style and format at the moment…possibly going to delete all my old posts and start from scratch and redo my masterlist
There was no doubt that love was a magical thing. Something you were allowed to experience every time you opened your eyes. From the early morning greetings, mumbling about not wanting to attend classes to the late nights by the fire, cuddling together with thoughts about your future together. James gave you everything. Since the beginning. He made you feel things that you’ve never felt before. James made you feel seen and appreciated. He made you laugh, smile, and cry (out of happiness). Being with him assured you that you would be safe, being with him answered all your questions about love.
It was currently early in the morning on a Sunday. James had burst through your dorm— with permission from your dorm-mates— ready to wake you up. He slumped at the side of your bed, resting his chin on the smooth material of your sheets. His eyes watch carefully as your chest moved up and down, displaying your soft breaths. There was no doubt that James found you absolutely remarkable. Every time he looked at you, it was as if he was stuck in a trance. Never wanting to blink in fear that you’ll vanish from his sight.
“Love,” he whispers by your ear. His eyes catch the way your nose scrunches lightly, while your eyes flutter only partially. “Time to get up, I have a surprise for you.”
Shifting in your bed, you struggle to open your eyes. You had gone to bed quite late last night. After snuggling with James in the common room as he battled Remus in chess, you ventured off to your dorm to crank in some last-minute studying. You had an upcoming potions exam (which is the one class you struggle with the most) meaning you were destined to fail. You stayed awake until nearly three in the morning, and one of your dorm mates had to force the textbooks out of your hands.
James huffed at a curl that fell by his glasses. Leaning closer to your face, he studied your soft features with a small smile. “Y/n, wake up.” He says, pressing a gentle kiss on your temple shortly afterward.
“James?” Your questions come out in a mumble. Although your eyes were still shut, you knew the touch of your boyfriend very well. His signature scent from the cologne you bought him as a Christmas present a year ago lingered near your nose. “What are you doing?”
“Waking you up,” he says in a ‘duh’ tone, “however it seems like I’m not getting very far. What time did you go to bed?”
Rolling over to your side closest to James, you bat your eyes at the soft-spoken boy in front of you. His hand rested on the side of his face as he worked a finger to curl the ends of your bed-hair. “Nearly four.” You yawn.
“In the morning?” He asks in an overdramatic gasp. “Have you gone mad!?” His eyes nearly roll to the back of his head as he shoots up. His hands fall onto his sides while a foot taps against the wooden floor of your dormitory. You watch in amusement as James shakes his head in disappointment. He glances at you with a lopsided grin, “I’m a terrible influence, huh.”
Sitting up in your bed, you shrug at the dark-haired boy. “Possibly. You’re rubbing onto me too much.” You tease.
James nods in agreement, taking short but somewhat long strides back to your bed. He plops down on the mattress and wiggles his brows. “But, you like it.”
“Do I?”
He hums, “I reckon you do. Y’know I’ve got quite the charm.” He pretends to dust off his shoulders while leaning closer to your sleepy figure. You lean into him as well till your forehead was resting upon his own. “I’m gonna need you to get out of bed, love.”
“But I’m still tired,” you whine. A frown takes over your features when the feeling of your eyes burning dawns upon you. “Let me rest for a few more hours, please.”
Pulling on the inside of his cheek, James let your words linger in his mind for a moment. Although he had a very well-thought-out date for the two of you ready to take action, he cared more about your well-being. He knew very well that if the circumstances were different, you’d be all for his surprise. Sighing to himself, James nods and pulls away from you before snuggling onto your lap.
“Very well, then I’m gonna nap with you.”
You lean back into your pillows, your hand makes its way into James’s hair. Running your fingers through his soft locks, you smile when he lets out a hum in satisfaction. “Keep doing that,” he mumbles into your thighs, “feels like heaven.”
Laughing lightly, you pull your covers back over your body and allow your eyes to fall shut. “I love you, James.” You say lightly.
His head shoots up quickly from your lap, a big grin plastered on his face while his cheeks fall tint with red. “I love you more.”
okey, I love this set so much, I’m so happy with it. I love all things space and stars and galaxy related. I have many colour sets coming so keep an eye out for those ! i really like what i did here ahahahah. 🤍🤍🤍
when i tell you that this is one of my fave colour sets i have ever done ahhhh. this set also has matching mdni and support (and an alternate pattern banner) hee hee.
ahhhhhh, the colours on my first set of galaxy dividers is one of my faves. thought it’d look great with this pattern as well. lemme know what you think ! 🤍
𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 ୨ৎ carlos catches you dancing in the kitchen (+18)
𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 ୨ৎ carlos sainz x fem! girlfriend! reader.
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ୨ৎ smut. p in v. eating out. curse words. use of spanish. unprotected sex.
𝗮/𝗻 ୨ৎ this is my first time writing smut so please lmk what you think😭
Those hips. The way they swayed with each strum of the beat. They rolled like waves on the nearby shore— sharp and directed but clean and smooth. Each curve shaped your figure, sculpting the body of a goddess, something that your boyfriend never failed to call you. Stuck in a trance, Carlos studied the movement of your waist. Leaning against the wall, his eyes were glued to you. He watched as you got lost in the music. Shifting around the kitchen with a wooden spoon in hand, your rhythmic turns harmonized with the symphonies of the music.
Even your humming fluttered in his ears. Hearing you mumbling the lyrics of ‘Eres Mía’ quietly to yourself while preparing lunch made Carlos’s chest flood with warmth. Your voice was soft and sweet; the honeyed tone echoed in the room along with your footsteps. One, two, three, you sway to the right. One, two, three, this time to the left.
“No te asombres, si una noche,” the words tumble out of your mouth perfectly. You close your eyes for a moment, your mind sinking into the song. Each step you took is recycled in your memory.
There was something about watching you dance that captivated Carlos. Was it your variation of twists and turns? Or was it the angelic expression of a porcelain doll your face held? Maybe it was the confidence that dripped from each crevice of your body when you moved. Carlos noticed the change in your aura when the sound of music was the only thing that orchestrated you. The boldness, wrapped around you in a suffocating hug— one that Carlos lived for. The way you shy walls shattered like glass when the music hits you. Music was your dopamine. The rhythms intoxicated your body, flowing through your veins with no signs of stopping. God, did Carlos embrace every moment of it.
Pushing himself from the wall, Carlos slowly makes his way to you. Your back is facing his chest, hips still moving like they have a mind of their own. A stumbled “fuck” escapes your parted lips when the chilled contact of Carlos’s fingertips presses against the plush bare skin that revealed itself from the tank top you wore. You could feel your heart jump for a moment at the sudden presence, not expecting a guest to sneak up behind you.
“Dios mío,” you whisper. “Carlos, you can’t do that! Almost gave me a heart attack” You playfully swat his hand. The soft pressure of his fingertip seemed to deepen as his thumbs began to stroke your skin in a longing manner.
Carlos let out a laugh. His laughter was rich and exhilarating. The vibrations of his rumbling chest purred against your back as he stepped closer to you. You nearly melted at the proximity, cheeks blazing at the sudden physical presence. His body moved against yours, following the graceful sways of your hips. His footsteps tuning into your own. He suddenly dips his head down, sending shivers down your spine once you feel his breath against the tip of your ear. “You look so beautiful when you dance, mi amor.”
“Thank you,” you say as a giggle erupts from your throat when Carlos peppers your neck with kisses. The area of choice is a sensitive part for you; the area where you are the most ticklish. You stifled your breath when his lips settled on a specific part of your neck, nearing your collarbone. Carlos knew what he was doing as he began to suck on the thin layer of skin, his grip on your waist only tightening when you began to squirm.
“Carlos,” your voice is shaky as you attempt to shift your neck away from him. “I’m trying to cook us food. Stop being a distraction.”
Your boyfriend lets out a dramatic gasp. Rolling your eyes at his fake attempt to be offended, you break free from his grasp and turn off the burner on the stove. Carlos’s eyes follow your every move, he watches as you taste the soup you had prepared for the two of you, along with homemade garlic bread.
As you venture towards the refrigerator, Carlos traps your smaller frame between his arms. Your back is pressed against the hardened texture of the marble island, the chilled contact reminding you of Carlos’s fingertips just a moment ago.
You could feel his eyes on you, the heated stare caused your mind to grow wild as a tension built within the pits of your stomach, sinking quickly between your legs. Carlos played with you. His left-hand drifts to caress the delicate sides of your face before drawing patterns down your chest. You could feel him outline the shape of your bra while his gaze focused on your face.
“Y/n…” he calls out to you, “Why won’t you look at me?” He feigns a sad tone, attempting to trick you into lifting your head.
However, you don’t fall for it. After being with Carlos for almost five years, you’ve grown accustomed to his tricks. And you knew if you were to meet his eyes at this moment, there would be no strength strong enough to hold either of you back.
“The food, Carlos. It’s going to get cold.”
He scoffs at your words. “Cariño, forget the food, we can eat it later.”
A strangled vibration escaped your throat when Carlos slipped his fingers through your shorts. Gently, they swept over your moistened folds, causing you to sigh out of pleasure. You could practically feel the smirk that etched along Carlos’s face. The satisfaction he built up from how wet you already are radiated through his entire body. He tilted his head, leaning his upper half over to his nose grazed yours.
You break.
Glancing up, your eyes meet the lustful ones of Carlos. It’s almost as if you were having a staring contest. Battling with each other on who gets to make the first move. But before he got the chance, your hand threaded into his shirt, forcing him to come closer to you. Your lips capture his own, startling him for a split second before he kisses you back with a much more powerful force.
The kiss is strong, both of you battling for dominance. Your tongues dance with each other as Carlos groans against your mouth. He tugs at your shorts, making them fall to the floor. Your fingers find their way into his hair, tugging at the thick curls when he inserts a finger inside of you.
“Fuck, Carlos.” You moan after breaking this kiss. The feeling of his finger slipping in and out of you brought a bubbling feeling to your stomach. Your back arched when he added two more fingers into the mix. His other hand supported you, laying your body out on the counter top.
His head drops down, planting a soft kiss on your collarbone before drifting between your legs. Your pussy is greeted with a breeze, Carlos blowing slowly onto it. Your hips buckled at the cold, but Carlos forced them down with his other hand. He presses his lips against your folds, pecking it lightly. His tongue takes long strides. Delicately licking your clit before he wraps his mouth around it and sucks.
You pull on his hair and moan out loud. The feeling of his tongue plunging in and out of your entrance brought stars to your vision. You close your eyes, embracing the feeling of ecstasy. Your mind felt hazy once he combined his fingers. Three thick and long fingers thrust into your hole while Carlos sucked at your clit. The kitchen was filled with the sound of your wetness and the angelic moans you let out.
“I’m…gonna…come.” You say in between your panting.
A familiar feeling builds in your lower stomach, your back rises as Carlos’s picked up the pace.
“That’s it, baby. Let it out for me.” He tells you before dropping his head back down. His tongue flicked between your folds with no intention of stopping. His tongue was like magic. Your release was like fireworks, exploding onto it. As you reached your climax, Carlos didn’t pull his finger out. Instead, he continued to push them in and out while he sucked up any juices that tried to slip away.
At this point, your mind was gone. Vision has gone dark as you try to catch your breath. Every inch of you had reached the highest levels of sensitivity, your body twitching with each thrust of Carlos’s fingers. You try your best, pushing his head away from your pussy but all attempts fail as he continues.
“It’s too much, too much, Carlos, please.” You plea.
When you open your eyes, you nearly melt at the sight of Carlos when he raises his head. Your juices glistened from his nose to his chin. His lips were Ferrari red, bright, and plump from the heated kiss you shared and the battle he orchestrated between your legs. He brings his lips down to yours once again, allowing you to taste yourself.
His fingers grip the fabric of your tank top, throwing it over your head and onto the floor. He didn’t pull away from the kiss as he unclasped your bra with two fingers. His hands massaged your breast, loving the feeling of the thick and soft texture. He pinched your nipples, making you squeal. When his lips detached from yours, they find their way around one of your nipples. Repeating the same actions that were performed on your pussy. His darkened eyes poured into your own as he flicked his tongue over the bud.
Reaching your hands down, you play with the waistband of his basketball shorts, signaling that you want them off.
Carlos removes himself from your breast and obeys your wishes. Pulling off his shirt, your eyes linger on the defined abs that held slight scratches from last night. You silently watch as Carlos pulls down his shorts, his boxers following shortly after. His long member sticks right up, evident traces of pre-cum drizzling down the side.
You go to move yourself off the counter, wanting to feel his cock in your mouth. But, Carlos stops you.
“Next time,” he says as he starts to stroke himself. “I want to feel you around me.”
Nodding your head, you lean back down while Carlos runs his tip against your folds, teasing the both of you. He slips the tip of his cock into your entrance only slightly before pulling it back out, smacking the base against your soaked folds.
You grew frustrated with the teasing. “Want you, inside.” You whine, trying to push your entrance closer to him.
Without a response, Carlos pushes his entire length into your hole, taking you by surprise. He hisses at the feeling of your tight walls clenching around him while you gasp at the feeling of him inside you.
With slow thrusts, Carlos uses his thumb to press down on your clit, rubbing circles around it.
“Faster,” you demand.
It’s as if something snapped in Carlos. He removes his thumb from your clit, instead, both arms wrap around your waist, pushing your bare chest into his. His thrust quickened, the sound of his skin colliding against yours bounced around the apartment you shared.
“C’mon amor, dance with me.” He spits out while removing his cock from inside you. He turns your body around before you can muster a response, forcing you to bend over the countertop. His cock slips right back into you, fucking you from behind. His hand reaches for hair, pushing it into a makeshift ponytail as he yanks on it with each thrust.
“Carlos~” you moan his name sounds like heaven in his ears. The same sensation formed in your stomach, leading you to arch you back and groan out in pleasure. “I’m so close.”
“Me too, cariño. You’re taking me so fucking good. I’m so proud of you baby.” He throws praises at you left and right, knowing how much you enjoy them. “Go ahead baby, come on my cock.”
You did exactly that.
A curdling scream runs out your throat as you release around Carlos’s cock. His thrusts begin to shift into a sloppy patter; signaling that he was also reaching his high. With one final snap, Carlos allows his load to spill inside of you. Not withdrawing himself until every last drop was settled deep in your entrance.
As he pulls out, the both of you are desperate to catch your breaths. You turn around slowly, Carlos’s hands at your waist to steady you. When you glance up at the man, his face is beaten red with small droplets of sweat rolling down the side. But there was a big old grin on his lips as he looked at you with pride.
He leans towards you, his mouth hovering next to your ear. “That’s my favorite dance.”
𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 ୨ৎ carlos catches you dancing in the kitchen (+18)
𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 ୨ৎ carlos sainz x fem! girlfriend! reader.
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ୨ৎ smut. p in v. eating out. curse words. use of spanish. unprotected sex.
𝗮/𝗻 ୨ৎ this is my first time writing smut so please lmk what you think😭
Those hips. The way they swayed with each strum of the beat. They rolled like waves on the nearby shore— sharp and directed but clean and smooth. Each curve shaped your figure, sculpting the body of a goddess, something that your boyfriend never failed to call you. Stuck in a trance, Carlos studied the movement of your waist. Leaning against the wall, his eyes were glued to you. He watched as you got lost in the music. Shifting around the kitchen with a wooden spoon in hand, your rhythmic turns harmonized with the symphonies of the music.
Even your humming fluttered in his ears. Hearing you mumbling the lyrics of ‘Eres Mía’ quietly to yourself while preparing lunch made Carlos’s chest flood with warmth. Your voice was soft and sweet; the honeyed tone echoed in the room along with your footsteps. One, two, three, you sway to the right. One, two, three, this time to the left.
“No te asombres, si una noche,” the words tumble out of your mouth perfectly. You close your eyes for a moment, your mind sinking into the song. Each step you took is recycled in your memory.
There was something about watching you dance that captivated Carlos. Was it your variation of twists and turns? Or was it the angelic expression of a porcelain doll your face held? Maybe it was the confidence that dripped from each crevice of your body when you moved. Carlos noticed the change in your aura when the sound of music was the only thing that orchestrated you. The boldness, wrapped around you in a suffocating hug— one that Carlos lived for. The way you shy walls shattered like glass when the music hits you. Music was your dopamine. The rhythms intoxicated your body, flowing through your veins with no signs of stopping. God, did Carlos embrace every moment of it.
Pushing himself from the wall, Carlos slowly makes his way to you. Your back is facing his chest, hips still moving like they have a mind of their own. A stumbled “fuck” escapes your parted lips when the chilled contact of Carlos’s fingertips presses against the plush bare skin that revealed itself from the tank top you wore. You could feel your heart jump for a moment at the sudden presence, not expecting a guest to sneak up behind you.
“Dios mío,” you whisper. “Carlos, you can’t do that! Almost gave me a heart attack” You playfully swat his hand. The soft pressure of his fingertip seemed to deepen as his thumbs began to stroke your skin in a longing manner.
Carlos let out a laugh. His laughter was rich and exhilarating. The vibrations of his rumbling chest purred against your back as he stepped closer to you. You nearly melted at the proximity, cheeks blazing at the sudden physical presence. His body moved against yours, following the graceful sways of your hips. His footsteps tuning into your own. He suddenly dips his head down, sending shivers down your spine once you feel his breath against the tip of your ear. “You look so beautiful when you dance, mi amor.”
“Thank you,” you say as a giggle erupts from your throat when Carlos peppers your neck with kisses. The area of choice is a sensitive part for you; the area where you are the most ticklish. You stifled your breath when his lips settled on a specific part of your neck, nearing your collarbone. Carlos knew what he was doing as he began to suck on the thin layer of skin, his grip on your waist only tightening when you began to squirm.
“Carlos,” your voice is shaky as you attempt to shift your neck away from him. “I’m trying to cook us food. Stop being a distraction.”
Your boyfriend lets out a dramatic gasp. Rolling your eyes at his fake attempt to be offended, you break free from his grasp and turn off the burner on the stove. Carlos’s eyes follow your every move, he watches as you taste the soup you had prepared for the two of you, along with homemade garlic bread.
As you venture towards the refrigerator, Carlos traps your smaller frame between his arms. Your back is pressed against the hardened texture of the marble island, the chilled contact reminding you of Carlos’s fingertips just a moment ago.
You could feel his eyes on you, the heated stare caused your mind to grow wild as a tension built within the pits of your stomach, sinking quickly between your legs. Carlos played with you. His left-hand drifts to caress the delicate sides of your face before drawing patterns down your chest. You could feel him outline the shape of your bra while his gaze focused on your face.
“Y/n…” he calls out to you, “Why won’t you look at me?” He feigns a sad tone, attempting to trick you into lifting your head.
However, you don’t fall for it. After being with Carlos for almost five years, you’ve grown accustomed to his tricks. And you knew if you were to meet his eyes at this moment, there would be no strength strong enough to hold either of you back.
“The food, Carlos. It’s going to get cold.”
He scoffs at your words. “Cariño, forget the food, we can eat it later.”
A strangled vibration escaped your throat when Carlos slipped his fingers through your shorts. Gently, they swept over your moistened folds, causing you to sigh out of pleasure. You could practically feel the smirk that etched along Carlos’s face. The satisfaction he built up from how wet you already are radiated through his entire body. He tilted his head, leaning his upper half over to his nose grazed yours.
You break.
Glancing up, your eyes meet the lustful ones of Carlos. It’s almost as if you were having a staring contest. Battling with each other on who gets to make the first move. But before he got the chance, your hand threaded into his shirt, forcing him to come closer to you. Your lips capture his own, startling him for a split second before he kisses you back with a much more powerful force.
The kiss is strong, both of you battling for dominance. Your tongues dance with each other as Carlos groans against your mouth. He tugs at your shorts, making them fall to the floor. Your fingers find their way into his hair, tugging at the thick curls when he inserts a finger inside of you.
“Fuck, Carlos.” You moan after breaking this kiss. The feeling of his finger slipping in and out of you brought a bubbling feeling to your stomach. Your back arched when he added two more fingers into the mix. His other hand supported you, laying your body out on the counter top.
His head drops down, planting a soft kiss on your collarbone before drifting between your legs. Your pussy is greeted with a breeze, Carlos blowing slowly onto it. Your hips buckled at the cold, but Carlos forced them down with his other hand. He presses his lips against your folds, pecking it lightly. His tongue takes long strides. Delicately licking your clit before he wraps his mouth around it and sucks.
You pull on his hair and moan out loud. The feeling of his tongue plunging in and out of your entrance brought stars to your vision. You close your eyes, embracing the feeling of ecstasy. Your mind felt hazy once he combined his fingers. Three thick and long fingers thrust into your hole while Carlos sucked at your clit. The kitchen was filled with the sound of your wetness and the angelic moans you let out.
“I’m…gonna…come.” You say in between your panting.
A familiar feeling builds in your lower stomach, your back rises as Carlos’s picked up the pace.
“That’s it, baby. Let it out for me.” He tells you before dropping his head back down. His tongue flicked between your folds with no intention of stopping. His tongue was like magic. Your release was like fireworks, exploding onto it. As you reached your climax, Carlos didn’t pull his finger out. Instead, he continued to push them in and out while he sucked up any juices that tried to slip away.
At this point, your mind was gone. Vision has gone dark as you try to catch your breath. Every inch of you had reached the highest levels of sensitivity, your body twitching with each thrust of Carlos’s fingers. You try your best, pushing his head away from your pussy but all attempts fail as he continues.
“It’s too much, too much, Carlos, please.” You plea.
When you open your eyes, you nearly melt at the sight of Carlos when he raises his head. Your juices glistened from his nose to his chin. His lips were Ferrari red, bright, and plump from the heated kiss you shared and the battle he orchestrated between your legs. He brings his lips down to yours once again, allowing you to taste yourself.
His fingers grip the fabric of your tank top, throwing it over your head and onto the floor. He didn’t pull away from the kiss as he unclasped your bra with two fingers. His hands massaged your breast, loving the feeling of the thick and soft texture. He pinched your nipples, making you squeal. When his lips detached from yours, they find their way around one of your nipples. Repeating the same actions that were performed on your pussy. His darkened eyes poured into your own as he flicked his tongue over the bud.
Reaching your hands down, you play with the waistband of his basketball shorts, signaling that you want them off.
Carlos removes himself from your breast and obeys your wishes. Pulling off his shirt, your eyes linger on the defined abs that held slight scratches from last night. You silently watch as Carlos pulls down his shorts, his boxers following shortly after. His long member sticks right up, evident traces of pre-cum drizzling down the side.
You go to move yourself off the counter, wanting to feel his cock in your mouth. But, Carlos stops you.
“Next time,” he says as he starts to stroke himself. “I want to feel you around me.”
Nodding your head, you lean back down while Carlos runs his tip against your folds, teasing the both of you. He slips the tip of his cock into your entrance only slightly before pulling it back out, smacking the base against your soaked folds.
You grew frustrated with the teasing. “Want you, inside.” You whine, trying to push your entrance closer to him.
Without a response, Carlos pushes his entire length into your hole, taking you by surprise. He hisses at the feeling of your tight walls clenching around him while you gasp at the feeling of him inside you.
With slow thrusts, Carlos uses his thumb to press down on your clit, rubbing circles around it.
“Faster,” you demand.
It’s as if something snapped in Carlos. He removes his thumb from your clit, instead, both arms wrap around your waist, pushing your bare chest into his. His thrust quickened, the sound of his skin colliding against yours bounced around the apartment you shared.
“C’mon amor, dance with me.” He spits out while removing his cock from inside you. He turns your body around before you can muster a response, forcing you to bend over the countertop. His cock slips right back into you, fucking you from behind. His hand reaches for hair, pushing it into a makeshift ponytail as he yanks on it with each thrust.
“Carlos~” you moan his name sounds like heaven in his ears. The same sensation formed in your stomach, leading you to arch you back and groan out in pleasure. “I’m so close.”
“Me too, cariño. You’re taking me so fucking good. I’m so proud of you baby.” He throws praises at you left and right, knowing how much you enjoy them. “Go ahead baby, come on my cock.”
You did exactly that.
A curdling scream runs out your throat as you release around Carlos’s cock. His thrusts begin to shift into a sloppy patter; signaling that he was also reaching his high. With one final snap, Carlos allows his load to spill inside of you. Not withdrawing himself until every last drop was settled deep in your entrance.
As he pulls out, the both of you are desperate to catch your breaths. You turn around slowly, Carlos’s hands at your waist to steady you. When you glance up at the man, his face is beaten red with small droplets of sweat rolling down the side. But there was a big old grin on his lips as he looked at you with pride.
He leans towards you, his mouth hovering next to your ear. “That’s my favorite dance.”
Author's Note: Requested! I didn't watch the game but holy wow what a comeback.
Summary: The Hughes family watches Quinn's game in their lake house
Warnings: one swear word
Word Count: 1,143
Luke Hughes x fm!reader
“Does anyone want a drink?” Y/N asked as she stood up from her spot on the couch beside Luke. Suddenly, her body ran cold as she was no longer in his embrace.
Quinn’s game was playing in the background. It was the middle of the second period and it was not looking good for the Canucks. She was with his entire family at the lakehouse, all squeezed into the living room watching the game. Luke and Jack were even repping Canucks gear.
“Can you bring me my ice pack?” Jack asked, she dropped her gaze towards him, the dramatic shoulder and arm brace. She nodded as the rest of the family declined her request. Luke stood up and followed behind her towards the kitchen.
She entered the kitchen as she leaned her body against the countertop. “Thank you for inviting me,” she whispered as he rested his hands onto her waist. He ran his thumbs across the small bit of exposed skin on her waist.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” he whispered before he leaned towards her, kissing her gently. He pulled away for only a second before he pecked her lips a few more times. She giggled quietly as she slipped away from him as she walked towards the fridge. He leaned his head against the cabinet as he watched her bend down and take the ice pack out of the freezer. His cheeks flushed red admiring her frame.
“Watch yourself,” she whispered as she dropped the ice pack onto the counter before she reached to open the fridge for her soda. He rolled his eyes as he bit his bottom lip, his eyes widening as he met his father’s gaze who was walking into the kitchen. Y/N took a hold of the Pepsi, her mouth falling open slightly as she met his father’s gaze.
“Heating up some popcorn, do you guys want any?” he asked the pair. They shook their heads simultaneously as Luke took a hold of the ice pack. They both quickly walked out of the kitchen side by side. She giggled nervously. He delicately rested his hand on the center of her back as they reentered the living room area. Luke handed Jack the ice pack.
“Thanks guys,” he mumbled as he began adjusting the brace with the ice pack.
“How long do you need to wear that for?” she asked him as she watched Luke sit down beside him. Luke rested his arm on the top of the couch. She slowly sat down beside him, curling up on his side. Her gaze shifted towards the screen watching the intermission report.
“At least another two weeks,” Jack let out with a huff of air.
“I’m sorry,” she let out, pouting her lips slightly. He smirked as he tilted his head back against the couch. He cringed as he adjust the ice pack again.
“It’ll be ready to go by season, so that’s good,” he said as he met Luke’s gaze for a few seconds. “And everyone here will make sure I still enjoy the summer here,” he mumbled as he shifted his gaze towards his mom. She smiled and nodded excitedly.
“Of course, we may need to take a few detours to Vancouver for Quinny though,” she expressed. Luke and Jack chuckled.
“Oh we’re going to every game if they make it to the finals,” Luke expressed as he slowly lowered his hand from the top of the couch, to resting his hand on her lower back.
“You really want to be a groupie for the Canucks?” Jack asked teasingly. Luke rolled his eyes dramatically. He tilted his head back against the couch. He ran his hand up her shirt secretly.
“Maybe I do, heard their captain is really good,” Luke expressed as he took a hold of Y/N’s Pepsi and began to take a long sip. She gasped as she widened her gaze. Jack chuckled as he watched the pair. “Was thirsty,” he let out barely above a whisper.
“Could’ve grabbed your own,” she muttered as she took her drink back. He rolled his eyes playfully.
“Don’t ever tell Quinn that, it’ll only go to his head,” Jack let out as he shifted uncomfortably with his brace. Y/N pouted as she watched Jack.
“Do you want a pillow or something?” she asked him. He nodded. “Here,” she mumbled as she took the one beside her that was un used. She handed it to Luke. Jack shifted his body as he adjusted the pillow beneath his arm. He let out a long breath as he became more comfortable.
“Doesn’t look good for him,” Jack mumbled as the third period started on the screen.
“They’ll find a way out of this,” Y/N mumbled as she pressed her lips against Luke’s cheek for a brief moment.
Luke tilted his gaze towards her, meeting her eye. A small smile on his lips as he scanned her features. “Kiss me,” he mouthed towards her and she scrunched her features together. She was nervous to do it in front of his family, she was still new around them. He pouted his lip dramatically, she rolled her eyes as she rested her head against his chest chest. He clenched his jaw as he tilted his head back against the couch as he shifted his gaze back towards the TV screen.
The Canucks were down by two goals going into the third but the momentum seemed to be in their favor for the most part. “What do you think Quinny told them during intermission?” Jack asked, a small chuckle leaving his lips. His parents giggled as they looked towards their younger boys.
“We gotta shoot more pucks boys, boys it’s fucking go time, boys. We got this boys,” Luke imitated as he put on his best Quinn impression. Jack barked out a laugh.
“Be nice,” his mother let out as she laughed.
“Says the woman laughing,” Luke offered as he shifted his gaze back towards the screen as Quinn was hit hard into the boards. Everyone in the room instantly stopped laughing as they waited for Quinn to get up. “Shit,” Luke mumbled as himself and Y/N sat up, leaning forward. Quinn got up fast and got right back in the play.
Y/N hand rested on Luke’s thigh, shifting his attention towards her. She nodded towards him and he smiled softly.
“He’s getting beat the hell up out there,” his father let out.
“He’ll get through it, he’s bouncing up after each hit,” Jack observed, pointing his good arm towards the tv.
Quickly, J.T. Miller socred to cut the goal deficit down to one. The entire room cheered excitedly. Jack groaned in pain as he forgot for a second about his shoulder. Luke quickly pulled Y/N to his side, excited to share his family with her.
summary: oscar piastri publicly announced that his ideal type is y/n l/n, what happens when they met at one of her tennis matches?
authors note: guys…i think im a f1 fan. i went through such a rabbit hole. i’m like amazing on how quick i picked this up ?? this should’ve been longer, but i got lazy, send me oscar and lando request !!
— y/n has posted new pictures !
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yntennis: slow game…but had fun meeting cool car drivers!
user827: “slow game” OKAY SHADEEEE *liked by yntennis*
user293: i’m usually not a tennis person.. but this match was WOW
mclaren: thank you for having us ❤️🏎️
yntennis: thank you for cheering the loudest <33
user203: you mean thank you OSCAR for cheering the loudest
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user283: oscar’s heart eyes toward y/n the whole time has me CONVULSING
user028: CAN SOMEONE PLEASE DESCRIBE OSCARS AND Y/NS INTERACTION FOR ME ??? IM NOT ALLOWED ON YOUTUBE
user087: GIRL I GOT YOU, after the game, y/n walked over to the f1 driver (vip) area. she went one by one, talking to each one, shaking hands. oscar was OFC the LAST ONE
user087: ON CAMERA it looked like lando AND charles where kind of teasing oscar ?? idk but he turned BRIGHT BRIGHT red while oscar and charles laughed at him
user087: now, it was like time literally SLOWED DOWN, it was oscar’s turn, he was fiddling with his finger. y/n smiled at him brightly, she leaned in with a hug and seemed to WHISPER SOMETHING IN HIS EAR ?????
user087: when i tell you the live comments went crazy….ANYWAYS, they pulled apart, y/n was laughing, oscar was too, but he was even redder.
user087: THEN GUYS, THEN. ARE YOU READY ??? HOLD ONTO YOUR SEAT. y/n called her manager over, and took her phone from him. SHE HELD IT OUT TO OSCAR, AND ITS VERY MUCH BELIVED HE PUT HER NUMBRR IN HER PHONE
user087: OSCAR WAS BLUSHING SO HARD, HIS HAND WAS SHAKING, AND WHEN Y/N WALKED AWAY, THE BOYS ALL CHEERED AT HIM AND CLAPPED HIM ON THE BACK
user736: OH WE ARE SOOO BACK
user636: IM USUALLY AGAINST SHIPPING, BUT CMON ????
user103: y/n you played to well today!!! go on you for not letting the umpire walk all over you 📣
landonorris: i never knew how intense i could get over tennis before today..
yntennis: they always DOUBT tennis 😤
oscarpiastri: great game today 👏
user038: look at him trying to act all cool
yntennis: thank you oscar ☺️🧡
user038: look at her trying to act all cool
—y/n posted new photos !
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yntennis: my favorite driver didn’t win :( but he’s still cute 。^‿^。
user938: OH
user028: WHATTTT
user0947: FAVORITE DRIVER ???? CUTE ???
user074: IF THIS ISNT ALL THE CONFIRMATION YOU PEOPLE NEEDED WHAT IS ????
oscarpiastri: promise you still think i’m cute ?
yntennis: i PROMISE
2 months later!
enews: tennis star Y/N L/N and formula 1 driver OSCAR PIASTRI, has been caught getting touchy out in the city of new york. could think be a new romance brewing 👀?
user: OMG OMG OMG
user: HOLY SHIT
user: ITS HAPPENING
user: IM NOT READY
user: CODE RED CODE FUCKING RED
user: could be ??? BITCH THEYRE BASICALLY HUMPING EACHOTHER IN THAT PHOTO
𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 ୨ৎ word gets out that charles was your inspiration for your male lead
𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 ୨ৎ charles leclerc x fem! author! reader.
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ୨ৎ a few curse words. fluff. slightly inappropriate meme usage.
𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺 ୨ৎ katia castellano
𝗮/𝗻 ୨ৎ I LOVE THIS😭 also please feel free to leave request bc my mind if kind of blanking…
𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗠 ౨ৎ
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yourusername ✔︎ ahhh! what a successful day! thank you so much for those who came by the bookshop today for the signing💓 all of these questions and excitement fueled my heart with love and comfort. i’m so grateful and happy that you’re all enjoying wes and kiara’s story <3 more to come in the future ;)
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username26 IT WAS SO NICE MEETING YOU!!
username27 i love wes and kiara so much🥹🥹🥹
username28 y/n you’re so pretty❤️
username29 I CANT BELIEVE WES IS INSPIRED BY CHARLES LECLERC
username30 WHAT????
username29 she told us during the questionnaire portion of the event! she said she really liked formula 1 but when she first started watching, charles was the first driver to catch her attention!
username31 THATS SO CUTE
username32 the monaco man, always at the scene of the crime😞
monicamurphyauthor that’s my girl! congrats y/n❤️
youusername ✔︎ thank you so much monica <3
yourbestfriend come home😖 the kids (me) miss you💔
yourusername ✔︎ just a few more stops and i’m there!