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summary: oscar finally gets to show his girlfriend what he's been reading about (part 2 to this - but can be read as stand alone!)
warnings: smut! MDNI! fingering, orgasm denial (sorry), again - smut, not proof read
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oscar rarely found himself with a break between races, and yet instead of spending his free time on the track or in the gym, he curled up on the couch with a book. not just any book, but one of the spicy, smut-filled novels his girlfriend loved. he wanted to understand, he wanted to learn.
"you're really getting into those, huh?" y/n teased, noticing the deep concentration on oscar's face.
"yeah, they're... interesting," he admitted, a faint blush on his cheeks.
y/n smiled and kissed the top of his head. "that's sweet, oscar."
a few days later, at the mclaren garage, lando couldn't help but notice oscar's new reading habit. he leaned over, peering at the cover of the book in oscar's hands.
"mate, are you reading... romance novels?" lando asked, an amused grin spreading across his face.
"y/n loves them, so i thought i'd give them a try,” oscar shrugged, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips.
lando chuckled, shaking his head. "you're becoming more like her every day."
y/n truly thought that the summer break meant that her and oscar would spend more time together and yet back at home, oscar was once again absorbed in one of her favourite books. y/n was wrong - he was so engrossed in the story that he didn't hear her calling his name, nor did he notice when she walked into the room, pausing in the doorframe with her hands on her hips and a loose smile playing in her lips.
"oscar? are you ignoring me for my own books now?" she asked, a playful glint in her eyes, causing oscar to glance up at her, slightly startled.
"sorry, these stories are just... really good."
y/n laughed, sitting down beside him, a hand coming to rest on his shoulder as she peered over to look at the chapter he was on.
"i'm glad you like them," she started, “be careful with this bit it’s a bit…full on..”
“full on? like….” he replied with a smirk, his eyebrows raising as he looked at her, “full on?”
“i’m talking like biting and shit…” she trailed off, shifting to rest her head on her hand, her hair brushing against oscar’s neck briefly.
“oh that’s nothing compared to the last book i read.”
“oh yeah? what did you learn in that one?”
“i could show you…” he said, turning his face to look into her eyes, “if you want?”
“yeah?”
“yeah.”
nothing more needed to be said in the moment as oscar’s lips moved to join hers, softly at first, as though he were testing the waters. his hand gripped at her thigh, pulling it towards him and slinging it over his own. his fingers trailed along the expanse on her thigh, drawing patterns that trailed her skin, dipping momentarily beneath the fabric of her shorts. y/n rocked her hips slowly, feeling the tensed muscle of oscar’s thigh on her heat, her hands gripping at his shoulders as he slipped his tongue into her opened mouth.
he pulled back slowly, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip, pulling it with him before letting go. y/n head fell to oscar’s neck, kissing the skin beneath his ear as his hands moved her hips so she straddled his lap entirely. he struggled with the button of her shorts for moment before popping it open and dragging her zip down tantalisingly slow, his hand sneaking behind the fabric and pressing the pads of his fingers onto her clothed clit.
“osc..please,” she begged.
“patience, sweet girl,” he replied, removing his hand to hold her face and press a kiss to her cheeks, her forehead, and her nose before moving to her lips. oscar moved his hands back to her waist, pulling at her body till she lay beneath him on the sofa, her hair fanning around her head like a halo.
his fingertips loomed on the waist band of her shorts, pulling them back only to let them slap back on her skin causing her to whimper in frustration again. his lips landed on her neck, pressing a trail of kisses down her skin, over her t-shirt and finally down to the cotton of her shorts that his fingers were slowly pulling down her legs, underwear in tow.
“so pretty,” he told her, leaning back to sit on in front of her, gazing down at her heat.
“stop complimenting me and do something,” y/n started, wriggling her hips towards him in desperation, “please.”
“you’re never normally this impatient,” oscar replied, chuckling lightly as he ran his fingers through her folds, her slick coating them almost instantly.
“you never normally take this long,” she huffed, crossing her arms across her chest in defeat.
“oh, im sorry - did you have plans?” he asked, beginning to stroke small circles into her clit as he did.
“well no bu-”
“then you can wait,” he interrupted bluntly. slowly, his fingers dipped in her folds, dancing around her entrance quickly before returning to circling her heat once more. she wasn’t going to argue, she liked this new side to oscar, as though she had sculpted this change in demeanour by encouraging him to read the books she loved so much. strangely, she felt relaxed, her mind had gone blank in calm waves of pleasure from his gentle ministrations, and her eyes closed just taking in the bliss. had her eyes been open, she may have noticed the way oscar stared down at her, eyes flicking from his fingers, to her face and back to his fingers that he was now pushing into her slowly.
her back arched at the intrusion, helping the digits reach the spot that had her mewling his name before he retracted them slowly, repeating the action over and over again at a tantalising pace. her hips wriggled beneath him, desperate for something, anything.
“please osc,” she begged.
“fine,” he huffed, though exaggerated, his fingers speeding up suddenly and curling up into her, his free hand moving to toy with her clit, pinching it lightly, rolling it between his fingers and then finally, drawing patterns into her. oscar’s gaze stayed focused on her heat, in awe at the sight of his fingers disappearing into her and coming out covered in her slick that glistened in the evening sun.
“so good f’me, aren’t you?” he told her, moving the hand away from her clit to push at the fabric of her shirt, as she nodded at him, “taking my fingers like you take my cock,” he added, pushing a strand of hair from her face.
“feels good,” she replied, panting lightly as oscar’s hand pushed her shirt up further, exposing her breasts to him. he wasted no time placing one in his mouth, flicking his tongue over her nipple, nipping at the skin with his teeth. y/n’s hand fell to his head, pulling at his hair desperately trying to ground herself as his fingers continued their brutal pace inside her. the sensitivity spread across her whole body, as she felt waves of her orgasm approaching quicker than ever before.
“fuck, osc, please,” she begged, though not sure what she was asking for.
“you gonna cum on my fingers, baby?” he asked her, leaning over to attach his lips to hers, feeling the way she gasped into his mouth at the sudden feeling of him pushing deep into her, rubbing deep circles into her sensitivity as his thumb found her clit once more, mirroring the actions of his fingers.
“y-yes fuck, i’m gonn-” she started, feeling her walls contracting around oscar’s fingers as her high approached her, “fuck.”
her hips raised quickly, and dropped back just as quick, grinding up into oscar’s palm as though he was going to disappear. she felt herself reaching bliss, until she didn’t. oscar removed his fingers slowly, but surely, placing them in his mouth momentarily.
“open up, baby,” he told her, sliding his digits into her mouth and along her tongue for her to taste herself. though he didn’t need to tell her to open up, her mouth already hung open in the shock at having her orgasm ripped away from her so suddenly.
“what the fuck, oscar?” she finally asked him as his hands moved back to her hips.
“what do you mean?”
“wha-? why? what do you mean? why would you do that?”
“well you said you didn’t have any plans,” he replied, as though his reasoning was obvious.
“…and that means i can’t cum?” she replied, more confused than angry.
“no? it means you have all evening to earn it,” oscar replied, standing from the couch and extending a hand for her to take, guiding her towards the bedroom.
There was no way this was happening right now, for the past three years him and Charles were quite literally work besties as Lando would say it. Ferrari fwiends and casual switching their cars after a long night in a club. But there was never a moment where he thought that Charles would think so lowly of him, accusing him of all those things. It hurt, knowing the only person he trusted in Ferrari betrayed him just as much as the rest did. So right now, the only solution for Carlos was to see his F1 family, the one family who was always behind him, always supporting him, even though he cheated on them.
Walking over just one motor home, he saw only a couple of papaya people, not really recognizing any of them. Guess they must be newer since they didn’t acknowledge him really. “Excuse me? Guys?” The new engineering scholars turned their heads, looking frightened to see THE Carlos Sainz Junior at the McLaren home. “Eh- Sorry Mr. Sainz, we didn’t see you. Ehm.. eh… what can we help you with?” Carlos almost had to laugh, knowing they were shitting their pants as Lando would phrase that. “Sorry, didn’t mean to disturb you, call me Carlos please. You guys must be new, no?” This conversation was funnier than anything else on this day. The four scholars just nodded their head fast, almost as long as the usual Haas pit stop.
“Well, welcome to F1, work hard, but most of all enjoy it, especially here with, keep it a secret, but the best team in F1.” Carlos gave them a quick wink, knowing they could use the support as they started smiling brightly back at him. “Anyway, do you guys know where Lando or Zak is? Just need to talk to them.” Again, they just nodded their head, pointing to the entrance of the motor home. “Gracias amigos, see you another time.”
Quickly, Carlos rushed inside, feeling at home again, seeing all those familiar faces, people coming to hug and kiss him. A few hellos and the casual ‘good race’ got thrown into the room, but Carlos just focused on taking in the love and appreciation he got. Not much later, the man entered the room, Zak. “Well look who it isss, my favourite adoptive son. Come her, Carlitos, welcome home. They treating you okay over there?” Zak pulled him in a hug and Carlos could swear he was about to have a breakdown, asking to get a seat back at McLaren, begging Zak to take him in. But he knew they couldn’t, Oscar was here now and before him, there was Daniel and before that, Carlos did the most stupid thing in his life, signing with Ferrari, leaving them.
“Well, Charles is mad once again, Fred is yelling once again, and my team is just sad it is another home race without a podium. God, it felt like Ferrari forgot it was my home race, this was just embarrassing this weekend Zak, I am so stupido to trust that team. And now look where I am, no contract, no seat, no team, all alone, no?” Carlos couldn’t talk anymore, the tears were just flowing at this point, no need denying the self-hatred.
The hug tightened, Zak caressing his hair in the most caring and fatherly way, shushing him softly occasionally, just being there for him. Zak knew how difficult it was, that wasn’t hard, Ferrari was just being too loud not to notice everything that was going on there. Zak wished he could just get Carlos back, having him and Lando back together, but he knew he couldn’t kick out Oscar that easily. Zak has tried too many things, thought it all over, but there was no way he could bring back Carlos for 2025.
He loosened his grip slowly and looked at Carlos, drying his tears. “Come with me, I think I have something that might cheer you up.” Carlos nodded his head as he was dragged all the way upstairs to the shared room that the drivers used with Zak, Andrea, and their performance coaches to relax. The door was slightly open, and Carlos was able to peek inside, watching the most familiar faces.
Lando was currently on a call with Oliver and Mila, saying hi to his biggest fan, probably yapping about yet another podium win. Kim and Jon were just sharing the couch, assumingly talking over what was about to go down in Austria. Then there was Oscar, God, he wanted to hate him so much. The way fans just loved and protected him, the way Lando was joking with him, the way Logan made him laugh. When Oscar was around, everything else around disappeared.
No, Carlos could not go down that road, Oscar was his biggest enemy. They were constantly crashing together on track, but the way he wants to grab his small waist and press it against the wall in his tiny driver’s room. The way he wants to hold his hands while watching their best friend on a podium and especially the way Carlos wants to be with Oscar on another podium and kiss him in the pouring rain of champagne, celebrating hopefully one of their own wins.
Before Carlos was able to go deeper on that road of thoughts, he was pushed inside the room by Zak and awkwardly as always just did a small wave to the group. “Hola, surprise.” For a second, everyone just kind of stood there, not knowing what to say until Mila yelled, but definitely felt like screaming, “Caloooooo”. That seemed to wake everyone from their staring as Lando ran over and gave him a hug. Not even a few seconds later, the rest of them all joined, happy to see Carlos again. But there was one person missing, Oscar. Carlos felt the absence of his touch, knowing what it feels like to occasionally touch Oscar.
“Osccc, come on, Carlos needs us, didn’t have the best day here at home. Which by the way, Oscarrrrr!!! This is not your home race??? No adoption, no marriage, no house, no nothinggg. This is unacceptable. You know what? I am sure you and Carlos will find a way.” Before anyone else was able to say something, Lando took his phone, dragged everyone else to another room and pushed Oscar and Carlos inside the lounge and closed it carefully.
Oscar was giggling for a bit, while Carlos merely just stared at him, admiring his beauty. “Soooo, do we tell Lando about it or do we just leave everybody clueless?” Still smirking Oscar made his way to Carlos, intertwining their hands together. “Before you answer me this question, what’s wrong, Los? I know today wasn’t a good day, I just didn’t wanna say anything directly to Charles in case it would turn into an actual fight.” Carlos felt like the happiest man, how did he get so lucky? He loved this man so much that it almost hurt that he was about to make Oscar so sad. “Well, nothing really, mi amor, Charles is being an asshole, he knows it and he still won’t apologize for what he said. And no, there will be no more tears today because I just full on cried on Zak for at least ten minutes in front of the half McLaren team.”
Oscar just sighed, pulling Carlos in and more or less cuddled him since Oscar was a few centimeters taller than his lover. “As much as I love all the opportunities I was given, I wish you could have my seat to be back here with your family. You do not deserve this, Los and for this, I will in approximately two minutes and 40 seconds approach the Ferrari motor home peacefully, so I can let out all my frustration on Charles. Arthur will forgive me and hopefully is on my side anyway as his favourite nephew.”
Oscar pulled in Carlos to kiss him softly on his lips, staring at the beauty of Spain in front of him and lets go. “Go and see your papa, Los. Spend time with your family and go home, I will just take a cab, there are cabs, right?” Carlos nods. “Great, I will take one to come back home asap after yelling a good amount at Mr. Monegasque and come home to my hot boyfriend, who still manages to place before me.” Oscar just pouted for a second before pressing another kiss to his lips and leaving the room, leaving Carlos alone with his thoughts. How do I deserve this? A question, Carlos could only answer after knowing what was about to go down next door.
likes, reposts and comments are always highly appreciated. Not sure if this should be on its own or if i should add a part two for the oscar x charles fight that no one is prepared for
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