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man in black

part 2 of boy in white...

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)

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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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