okay so hi! i'm Dominika, you can call me Do or Domi or whatever xo, im 23 years old atm and i live in the netherlands. im half dutch/half polish and 100% insane.
for my astro girlies: my sun is in sag, moon is in leo and im a cap rising. im an astro noob but im super into it so hmu if you want to talk about it <3
im currently super obsessed with f1 and my main loves are:
carlos sainz jr,
charles leclerc,
george russell
mick schumacher.
also total tv show nerd with a main love for sitcoms with a few of my faves being:
new girl
himym/himyf
b99
parks and rec
the office
im always down for a chat about anything and everything so dont be a stranger, i love interacting with people here <3
PAIRING; carlos sainz x fem!reader
SYNOPSIS; classic carlos, always fucking with you. on track, you don’t let it slide. ever. however, off-track your fellow ferrari teammate always seems to get the better of you.
WARNINGS; smut, cursing, alcohol mentioned, smoking, p in v, unprotected
WORD COUNT; 1.8k
NOTE; first time publishing smut 🙈🙈 hope u like it!! comment if u wanna be added to the tag list! if you have any requests pls feel free to hmu <3 sorry if this doesnt make sense, not proofread. also in case it wasnt clear you drive for ferrari with carlos – sorry charles
It was so typical of Carlos to screw with you. Ever since the first day as teammates, you two had despised each other. Of course, the SF-24 was a shit car to drive most of the time, but it didn’t make it any easier that your teammate drove like he’d never been behind a wheel before.
You went on the radio with your engineer. “Tell Sainz that if he doesn’t get his shit together he’s gonna fuck us both out of points.”
Your engineer replied back hesitantly. “Do you want us to repeat exactly that? Like exactly–”
“Yes,” you snapped. “Exactly that. Don’t leave a word out, understand?”
“Copy.”
A few seconds ticked by in silence. You were just trying to hold onto P3 like a lifeline. Carlos was in P4 and he had been given orders to hold off George in P5 and prevent him from overtaking the two of you.
Finally, your engineer returned. “He told you to mind your own business and try for P2.”
You didn’t say anything back, irritated.
You ended up securing P2, Carlos in P3. It was an absolute Ferrari masterclass. The two of you stood on the podium with Max Verstappen between you, the race winner. The podium celebration began. You made eye contact with Carlos, an irritated glare in your eyes. He glared back, his jaw set.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
You stood in some club wearing a short mini dress and heels. You were chatting away with a few of your friends, martini in hand and cigarette in the other. Your eyes flit around from person to person. That was when you spotted Carlos. Taking a drag off your cigarette, you watched him intently, observing him. The way his hair fell perfectly, the way his shirt was halfway unbuttoned, the way he looked tan and radiant, the way he had a relaxed smirk on his face as a very drunk Lando told him something.
Then Carlos glanced over at you, the two of you making eye contact. His relaxed smirk disappeared as his jaw clenched. He paused Lando for a moment before pushing through the crowd to get to you. You said a quick goodbye to your friends and put your drink down before speeding out as fast as you could on your stilettos.
The second the warm night air hit you, you continued to the curb, hailing down a taxi.
Carlos was quicker. He followed your faint trail of smoke like a hunter to prey. As he saw you slip into that yellow taxi, he sped up and grabbed the door just before it shut, sliding in.
“Carlos, what the fuck?” you exclaimed, shock written all over your face. He felt slightly pleased with your shock. You turned to the taxi driver and gave him the address of the hotel everyone was staying at.
“Ma’am,” the taxi driver said, “no cigarettes.”
“What if I give you an extra twenty bucks?” you offered. He nodded and you took a drag. You returned your attention back to Carlos. “Now, may I ask why you hurled yourself into my taxi, Sainz?”
“You may,” he quipped back, leaning on the door and manspreading with one arm resting up on top of the backseat. “Wanna tell me what the fuck had your panties in a bunch earlier?”
“You mean when you drove like you’d never driven a car and then acted like a dickhead about it?” you retorted with a drag. “First of all, don’t talk about my panties–”
“Can’t promise that.”
You ignored that comment pointedly. “–and second of all, you don’t ever consider anyone but yourself when you’re on the track. When you’re off-track too. But on the track it’s so frustrating. You make being your teammate so difficult, good lord, Carlos.”
Carlos didn’t reply. He just watched you as you rambled on about how irritating he was, taking occasional angry drags, your cheeks hollowing and your eyes shutting as you did so. When you did little things like that, he couldn’t deny how turned on he got. When his eyes flicked unabashedly down to glance at your smooth legs, when you would toss your hair out of your face, when you’d glare at him, when he saw the lipstick stains on your cigarette. All of it. His need went straight to his cock.
The two of you reached the hotel. You were still complaining about him as he put his hand on the small of your back and guided you towards the elevators.
He leaned against the elevator, his arms crossed as he watched you almost mockingly. His muscular arms. God, you almost drooled.
“Are you done yet, baby?” he asked, gazing down at you with hooded eyes. You were fighting a losing battle.
You clenched your jaw, trying to maintain some control. “Yes. I’m done.”
Carlos uncrossed his arms and reached out for you, sliding his hand to the back of your neck as he pulled you into his chest. Before you could even protest, his mouth was on yours in a hungry kiss. You were shocked at first but then kissed him back fervently, your cigarette falling to the ground. His hands were in your arm and your arms were around his neck.
The elevator opened and he hoisted you up with ease so your legs were around his waist. He walked you to his hotel room, his mouth hot against yours. It was all the pent up adrenaline and desperation. He only pulled his mouth from yours when he had to fumble for his keycard. One hand in his pockets, searching, and the other gripping your ass to keep you up.
You grabbed him by the hair and forced him to look up at you. His eyes were dark and hooded, his chest was heaving, his face had your lipstick marks, and his lips were swollen. He let out a soft noise when you grabbed him. You knew you were a goner.
“Fuck,” you murmured.
He grabbed his keycard and fumbled with it against the door. It clicked and he swung the door open before slamming it shut just as quickly. He let you slide down his body. You kicked off your heels.
Grabbing him by the belt, you dragged him to the bed until you fell back, pulling him on top of you.
“Wish you were this good f’me on the track,” he muttered as he slid his hands behind you and unzipped your dress. “Lift.” You arched your back so he could slide your dress off you. You were in just your panties now.
His head fell back slightly as he groaned before lowering himself down onto you. “Such pretty tits.” He kissed roughly from your neck all the way down to one tit. You could practically feel the marks he left in his wake. He grabbed your other tit as he sucked down on the one. You whimpered and squirmed beneath him. He did the same to the other.
“You’re so desperate,” you hissed through whines. He let out a bark of laughter against your body.
“‘Course I am,” he replied as he leaned back and unbuttoned his shirt before then undoing his belt buckle and zipper as he spoke. “The only thing that keeps me sane when you start bitching at me is imagining you on your knees as I fuck your face. Makes me so hard.”
You glared at him. “You don’t.”
“On my life, I do,” he replied back easily. He looked down at you lazily as he tossed his clothes aside. “Now, what’s it gonna be? Are you gonna be a brat in bed too? Or are you gonna be a good girl for me?”
You narrowed your eyes up at him. He just smirked with a shake of his head.
“Brat it is, I guess,” he said with a shrug. He hooked his fingers in your panties and tugged them down to your ankles. He ran a finger through your slick folds. He smirked. “C’mon, really? All this attitude yet you’re dripping for me.”
You couldn’t help but let your eyes rake over his gorgeous body. He looked like he was carved from stone.
“Don’t act all high and mighty,” you snapped. “I can see how hard you are.”
He grinned. Stupid shit-eating grin. “Fuck yeah I am. Baby, I watched you the whole night. That little dress of yours, the way your ass looked, the heels, the way those nice tits of yours sat the whole night. Mm. The way you smoked that cigarette. The way your legs looked in that dress. I kept looking at your thighs, wishing they were around my head. I need you, cariño. I’m proud of it.”
You were leaking at this point, clamping your legs shut. He put his big calloused hands on your knees and separated your legs.
“C’mon, can’t pound into you if your legs are shut, can I, mi chica bonita?” he said with a devilish look on his face.
“Fuck you.”
“Promise?”
You rolled your eyes. He was too smooth for his own good. He slid his boxers down and his red, leaking cock sprung free. Your mouth fell agape. There was no way he’d fit. He’d break you.
He saw you looking, horrified, and he smiled smugly. As if reading your thoughts, he leaned down and whispered in your ear. “You’re gonna take it, understand?”
You just nodded dumbly. This provoked him more, his smirk growing.
“Yeah, ‘s my good girl,” he said as he gently ran his tip through your folds. “Such a nice pussy. Makes me hungry. Can you blame me?”
You let out a hum as he ran his tip over your cunt. Just when you were gonna prepare yourself, he began to feed it in. Slowly, gently. His head lolled back as he muttered a slew of things in Spanish you didn’t quite catch. Your breath hitched and you moaned.
“That’s it,” he groaned. “You’re doing so fucking good for me, pretty girl.” He coaxed you just enough until he began to slowly increase speed and force.
You were moaning, loud and high-pitched. He was groaning with his eyes shut as he put a hand around your throat, the other toying with your clit. Your legs wrapped around his waist.
“C’mon,” he grunted. “Take it. Take it for me. Good girl. You like that? Getting fucked like this? Being praised by your teammate? Your cunt is so perfect. All of you is so perfect. I could keep fucking you forever, mi vida.” He felt your pussy contracting and he moaned. “You’re so close. I’m so close. Jesus.”
The two of you came hard in unison. He was groaning loudly and you were moaning as you milked his cock. He kept your softening cock in your tight, creamy hole as he kissed your neck.
“You did so good for me,” he whispered in your ear.
You smiled slightly as you tangled your hands in his hair. “It’s team bonding.”
He laughed against your skin before echoing you. “Team bonding, right. We should team bond some more. Just… for the team, you know?”
You laughed softly as he nipped at your jaw. “Uh huh. For the team.”
I’m always in the mood to start problems and fights so here we go.
I left out a couple of drivers because no sane person would find Piastri, Bottas, Zhou, Yuki, Kmag, Albon and Kmag annoying. Hulkenburg is a non entity so I didn’t even bother.
I am sorry to everyone who tagged me in some tag game and I never responded. I saw it and thought “aww they thought of me” and proceeded to forget about it right after
