Should've Done This Years Ago....
CS55 x FemaleF1driver reader
Summary: After ending your situationship with Max, you turn to your childhood friend, Carlos for comfort. Carlos of course comforts you while trying to keep his feelings for you to himself for the time being, but he can't help but let them slip.
Warnings: smut, MDNI, somewhat angst, finger fucking, getting eaten out, sex
Word Count: 4.2k
Note: This is my first fic so I'm sorry if it sucks
Heavy breathing filled the room as you and Max came down from your high. Max pulled you close onto his chest like he always did after the both of you had sex. He was sweet like that. You cuddled into him, enjoying the calm moment of peace away from the raging storm of Formula 1 outside the hotel walls.
That is until Max’s phone started ringing, he groaned and turned to grab it. Before he could answer the phone you looked at the screen and saw Kelly’s name flashing. Immediately your brows furrowed. You and Max’s relationship had started off as friendly teammates, until the both of you got drunk one night and ended up sleeping together. That was the beginning of your friends with benefits relationship.
At first you were against it considering Max was in a committed relationship with Kelly. But eventually he talked you into it. He said it’d be good for the both of you to let off steam throughout the season. But throughout that time you both spent together, you started to like having that constant comfort and intimacy. Max liked the fact that you, being his teammate, understood how it felt to deal with the world of F1. So Max decided to take you out to dinner to talk about it. That’s where Max agreed to break up with Kelly so that the both of you could stop sneaking around. Yet somehow she was calling him right now.
“Why's Kelly calling you? I thought you broke up with her already.” You pulled away from Max and turned to the ringing phone.
“It’s not that easy…I can’t just break up with her out of the blue. You know how she is with her social media.” Max stammered out, the phone still ringing in his hand.
“That’s not what you said over dinner. You showed me the breakup text.” You crossed your arms and glared at Max’s nervous face.
“Look…Babe, it’s not easy for me. I’ve been with her for a while, I can’t just break up with her over a text.” Max explained.
“Then why didn’t you break up with her when we were in Monaco? She was there.” you retorted.
“Babe…look I love you, I really do. But I love Kelly too-” you cut him off.
“You still love her!? Where was that when you bought me flowers, took me to dinner, fucked me in your car!?” you got off the bed and started grabbing your clothes off the floor.
“Lex…don’t do this. You know I love you. It’s just complicated, alright?” Max got off the bed. He watched you angrily grab your clothes, his thoughts couldn’t bear the thought of you leaving right now.
“Complicated!? I was right, I never should have agreed to any of this. I knew it was wrong and yet I let you talk me into it…” your anger had started to fade and sadness was setting in but you weren’t gonna let him see that. Quickly you started pulling your clothes back on, back facing Max.
Those words stung. Max knew he shouldn’t have talked you into it in the first place. But now he was stuck between loving both you and Kelly. And now you were seconds away from walking out the door. He didn’t think twice before taking a few steps and wrapping his arms around you from behind, pulling you close to him. He loved having contact with you, and right now he needed it. He could feel your heavy breathing and could tell you were still pissed. Max started leaving small kisses along your neck, it usually calmed you down after a bad race.
The moment you felt Max’s lips on your neck all the emotions you were trying to keep in exploded. Your hand made contact with Max’s face before you realized it. Max took a step back, his hand coming up to rub where your hand had hit him.
“Fuck you, Max! I’m tired of your bullshit. Better call Kelly back because I’m making the decision for you. We're done.” Without another word, you finished getting dressed and slammed the door on your way out. You could care less about what Max felt or was thinking.
Deep down you knew this wouldn’t workout since the beginning. Max had been with Kelly for years. Why would he leave her for his teammate of just over a year? It was a stupid thought. Then you paused. Where were you walking? You were in the middle of the hotel hallway. That’s when you remembered Carlos’ room was only down the hall from Max’s.
You took a deep breath before continuing your walk down the hall. Eventually you stood in front of Carlos’ door, you didn’t even know if he was there. Slowly you raised your hand and knocked on the door. You stood there for a minute, it was too quiet. Maybe he wasn’t there after all. Before you could take a step the door swung open and there stood Carlos, his hair kinda messy, and his eyes looked bleary.
“Sorry, did I wake you?”
“No, no, cariño- Well I was sleeping but you don’t have to be sorry.” Carlos observed you for a second. You looked a mess. Your clothes were rumpled, hair tangled, and you looked like you were about to cry.
“Cariño? Are you ok? Come in.” he opened the door wider to let you walk in. Carlos followed behind you.
You slowly walked into the room and sat on the small couch. You didn’t even bother saying anything, just rested your elbows on your knees and looked at the floor. Carlos walked over and sat next to you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and let you do what you needed to do. You didn’t think before wrapping your arms around Carlos and letting it out.
If it were anyone else you would’ve felt weird about crying into their shoulder. But with Carlos, it was different. You practically grew up with Carlos after all. You were mentored by Alonso who was friends with Carlos’ dad, Sainz Sr. The two of you had memories of playing together in Carlos’ backyard in Spain and playing tag together before karting races. Over time the both of you grew a strong bond together. Carlos was the person you trusted most in your life. He was like your rock. He was always there when you needed him
Just like today. He wouldn’t ask questions or deny you comfort, he just sat and let you get your emotions out, like he always did. He knew you’d talk to him once you felt ready. You hated talking through tears. Slowly, Carlos wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. He lifted a hand to run through your hair, it always calmed you when you were younger.
A couple minutes later your crying slowed and turned into sniffles. Carlos let out a sigh of relief, he never liked seeing you cry, but then again most people didn’t like seeing others cry. A minute later you lifted your head from the crook in his neck. Your eyes were slightly red and there were tears sliding down your face. Carlos moved his hand to wipe away the tears with his thumb.
“Feeling a little better, cariño?” he asked softly.
“Yea…still feel like crap though.” you mumbled into his shoulder.
“Wanna talk about it…?” he asked, a hand now rubbing your back,
You nodded and Carlos stayed quiet to let you talk.
“Well…I told you all about Max and I’s relationship. He was supposed to break up with Kelly but…” you trailed off.
“But what?”
“Well we just finished…you know what…and then his phone rang and it was Kelly. I don’t wanna go into detail but he admitted that he still loved her and that he couldn't just break up with her for me. Then he kept saying that he loved me and I was getting dressed when started kissing my neck- I just felt disgusted and- and… I slapped him…” you mumbled the last part.
Carlos went silent for a minute, thinking over what you said. He never really approved of your relationship with Max. He thought it was a bad idea since you told him about it. That didn’t matter now. Max had royaly fucked up (which Carlos would deal with later) and now you were more than bothered by it. Without realising it, Carlos cupped your cheek with his hand.
“You deserve better than him. Max is an asshole. Forget about him. You need someone who will choose you and only you. Not Kelly or some other woman.” Carlos stated.
He wanted to say more but now really wasn’t the time for his feelings. It wasn’t like he’s been in love with you since F2, right? Not like he’s been ready to beat the shit out of Max since day 1 of your relationship with him. Wait. What was he thinking about? He’s supposed to be helping you, not thinking about his feelings for you.
You took a minute to consider Carlos’ words. You knew he was right, he was always right. Everytime you got into a relationship he would voice a small problem he found about them, which would turn into the end of that relationship down the road. You let out a big sigh and nuzzled your face back into his neck.
“But it’s never just me is it? Max chose Kelly and to be honest I’m starting to see how stupid that was…and my other relationships…it's like I’m never enough. I’m great at racing but apparently I can’t hold a fucking relationship!” the tears were coming back and you knew it.
You were bad at love, simple as that.
“Cariño, look at me.” Carlos grabbed your chin and made you look at him.
The tears were forming in your eyes again, he could see it. Your eyes were already red as is. He hated it. He’d seen this time and time again, and each time it killed him to see you like this. If only you’d wake up and see that he was right there. Waiting. He was just too much of a coward to say anything. Yet he was also the one who said a man should chase the woman, not the other way around. What an irony.
“You are beautiful, you are smart, you are one of the greatest women I’ve ever known. If all those other guys are too blind to see it then fuck them. But to me, you are perfect.” Carlos couldn’t believe he’d said that.
Immediately he turned away from you. He shouldn’t have said it, you were vulnerable. You were going through a breakup and he was confessing his love for you. Carlos closed his eyes and waited for your response, although he wouldn’t be surprised if you’d rather go back to your own hotel. And then he felt your hand on his cheek.
“You really mean that don’t you?” you asked.
Carlos nodded slowly.
“Always have…” he mumbled.
You gently pulled him to face you. His eyes were soft like they always were but this time they looked worried. Like at any moment you’d push him away and tell him that you didn’t feel the same. But there was something else, it was that look he always gave you. The same one you just assumed was his content face. But now it was so clear. It wasn’t his content face, it was his love face. He’d loved you the entire time and you would've never noticed if not for what he just said. All the dinners, the drinks, the movie nights, every single moment the two of you spent together wasn’t him spending time with you because you're his best friend, it was him spending time with you because he was in love with you.
Carlos didn’t know what to think. You hadn’t said anything or made a face, just stared at him like you could see through him. He didn’t know if that was good or bad, maybe both. He couldn’t tell. But it was freaking him out.
Then you started leaning closer. Now he had to be hallucinating. This wasn’t happening. This was just another one of his cruel dreams that maybe you did like him back. Before he could pinch himself your lips were on his. It took him a few seconds to realize that this was all real and that you did have feelings for him.
Not a single thought later before he returned the kiss. His hand moved into your hair to pull you closer. The kiss was soft and loving, like a homecoming that should’ve happened years ago. Carlos closed his eyes and let himself feel it. Your lips were so soft, just as he thought. Softly he nipped at your bottom lip, silently asking for permission. Wordlessly you opened your mouth slightly, allowing Carlos’ tongue in.
The kiss became more intense but it didn’t lose its meaning. At this point you were in Carlos’ lap, practically straddling him. Eventually you pulled away to catch your breath, a string of saliva still connected you both. Carlos tugged you into a hug, his face buried into where your neck met your shoulder.
“I’ve waited so long to be able to do that…” he whispered.
Another minute of silence came over the room before Carlos pulled back and rested his forehead against yours.
“Can I…?” he asked, his eyes starting at your lips.
“Yes…” you whispered back.
Slowly Carlos leaned back in to kiss you. This was one was more passionate but filled with feelings. His tongue danced with yours and his hand was tangled in your hair again. You let out small whimpers between kisses. Carlos’ other hand began to roam your body gently, feeling your curves and every tiny imperfection that he loved.
Carlos loved the noises you were making. It reassured him that you wanted this just as much as he did. His hands moved from their spots, now moving under your thighs so that he could pick you up. Wordlessly you understood and wrapped your legs around his waist. Carlos stood up with you in his arms and walked to the bed. He sat on the edge of it, letting you straddle him. His hands began roaming once more, one lingered at the edge of your shirt. He pulled away from the kiss.
“Are you ok with this?” he asked softly. He never wanted to pressure you, especially right now.
“Yea, I’m ok.” you replied, nodding your head.
Carlos let out a sigh of relief and let his hand wander under your shirt, feeling your bare skin. Slowly he laid you on the bed. Careful he settled himself above you, his knee in between your thighs but he didn’t attempt to do anything more for now. Carlos started leaving soft kisses along your neck, no marks yet.
Your hand reaches to card through his hair. You always loved playing with his hair when you were younger. Carlos would always let you braid or even just play with it. He loved it. Carlos let out a soft moan as he felt your hand in his hair. The hand that was under your shirt began to push it up.
“Can I take this off?” he whispered next to your ear.
You nodded, too out of breath to respond. Carlos smiled and used both hands to pull up your shirt. You lifted your arms to make it easier. Soon enough you were left in a bra and jeans. Carlos threw the shirt somewhere in the room.
“You’re so gorgeous…” he mumbled.
His hands continued to roam your body, now more bold as his confidence grew. You leaned back in for another kiss that Carlos eagerly returned. It didn’t take long before his hand reached around to unclasp your bra and throw it along with your shirt. He pulled away to trial kisses down your body. He reached the valley between your breasts but didn’t touch yet. Just left kisses around the area, like he was worshipping you.
He looked up at you, silently asking for permission once more. You took his hand and placed it on your breast. Carlos took a steep breath in before allowing himself to squeeze and feel you. You started to let out more frequent and louder moans at the contact. While one hand was busy, Carlos wrapped his mouth around your other nipple. Softly he sucked and nipped slightly.
You let out more sounds that Carlos couldn't get enough of. Soon he switched to the other breast, giving it equal attention. He looked up at your face, watching as you closed your eyes from pleasure and bit your lip. Your hand pulled at his hair which made him moan around your nipple.
He kept going back and forth until he decided he’d teased you enough. Carlos leaned back up to kiss you deeply. His hands went lower and began unbuttoning your jeans, slowly and carefully. Yes he wanted you but that didn’t mean he wanted to rush this. Once your jeans were fully unbuttoned, Carlos started pulling them down. Your breath hitched, realizing just how intimate the situation was now. Now you were just left in your underwear. Carlos gently pushed your legs apart and settled himself between them.
He reached a hand down between your legs, through the fabric of your underwear he rubbed your folds. You let out a high pitched whine.
“Carlos- I’m sensitive. It wasn’t that long ago that Max and I…” you trailed off not wanting to bring up the earlier events.
Carlos pulled his hand away immediately.
“It’s ok. We can stop if you want. We don’t have to do anything today or even tomorrow.” he spoke softly, his hand was now rubbing the top of your thigh softly.
“No, no…I still want to but…I’m just really sensitive…” you explained.
“That 's ok, cariño. We can go as slow as you want.” he leaned in to kiss your forehead.
You nodded back, “ok…”
“Ready?” he asked to double check.
“Yes.” you answered more confidently this time.
Very slowly Carlos reached back down between your legs. This time he rubbed you very gently to test your reaction. You let out small whines and moans but nothing alarming. Carlos took that as the green card and hooked his fingers into the band of your underwear and started pulling them down. Finally you were fully bare and exposed for him to see.
“You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen…” he whispered in truth and as reassurance.
Carlos began trailing kisses further down until his head was between your legs. He looked up at you to make sure you were ok. Once he made sure he closed the distance and left one big lick from bottom to top. You let out a loud moan from the feeling. Carlos hummed against you and began licking and sucking you gently, only wanting to give you pleasure. You kept letting out sounds of pleasure. One hand was tangled in his hair and the other gripping the sheets beneath you.
Carlos took this as a sign you were ready for more and used his hand to spread you open. With you spread open, he dug his tongue deeper into you. He moaned at the feeling of you squeezing around his tongue and the taste of you.
“Carlos- I’m close~” you whined.
He hummed and continued his movements. Every move was specifically to bring you pleasure. He felt you tightening further and knew you were close to the edge. Carlos inserted two fingers into you and began pumping them in out simultaneously whilst he ate you out. That was enough to push you over the edge.
“Carlos-!” you screamed, your hand tugging harshly on his hair.
He didn’t move away though. He kept his tongue inside you so that he could taste every bit of you as you came down from your orgasm. Eventually Carlos moved away from his spot between your legs. His mouth was glistening with your liquids. He looked sinful in a way you thought you would never see. Carlos moved back up to kiss you again, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
“Think you can handle more?” he whispered as he pulled away from the kiss.
You nodded, unable to speak after the intensity. Carlos nodded and reached to take off his shirt. You’d seen him shirtless so many times but this time was much different. Now you are going to see everything. It didn’t take long before Carlos was fully bare before you. Your eyes roamed his body and eventually landed on his erection. You gulped slightly, he was bigger than you expected.
Carlos watched as you took in his appearance, he wanted to tease you but maybe another time would be better. He reached for the bedside drawer and dug around until he realized he didn’t have a condom.
“Uhm…cariño, I don’t have a condom…” he explained, his voice sounding disappointed.
“It’s ok, I’m on birth control..” you reassured him.
Carlos immediately brightened up again. He nodded and settled his hips back between your legs. He spread your legs slightly wider to make sure he could be as close as possible to you. You could feel the tip of him rubbing against your entrance, it made you let out a loud whine. Carlos noticed and reached down to guide himself to your entrance.
“Ready?” he asked
Once again you nodded. Slowly Carlos began pushing into you, inch by inch he filled you up. You let out more whines and moans as you adjusted to his size. Your arms wrapped around his neck to hold him closed. Once he was fully seated inside of you, he paused, waiting for you to tell him you were ready for more.
After a few minutes you nodded against his neck. Carlos took a breath in before he pulled his hips back slightly and pushed back in gently. You let out another set of moans at the friction and so did Carlos. This was the first time he got to have you and he was determined to savour it. Carlos kept up that slow space only pulling out slightly before thrusting back in slowly and deeply.
Your nails dug into his back and your hand yanked at his hair. The earlier orgasm made you much more sensitive and now that he was moving within you, you weren’t sure how long you could last. Carlos felt your walls clenching around him as you moved and he knew your sensitivity was still high. He slowed down his pace even more to draw it out, though he did shift his hips to a different angle. The new angle hit the spot inside you that made you see stars.
“Fuck- Carlos~ right there…” you moaned as he began moving once more.
Your moans were cut off when Carlos caught your lips in another deep kiss. He kept the pace slow and deep as much as he could. The tip of him kept hitting that spot perfectly making you moan everytime. Carlos pulled away from the kiss and began nipping and sucking along your neck, now leaving marks.
“Carlos…I need more.” you whined as the slow pace became too little.
He nodded and increased the speed, still making sure to hit deep. Your moans grew louder and you clung to him tighter as the intensity grew. You felt him twitch inside you and you knew he was getting close. The pace steadily increased causing your walls to squeeze Carlos harshly, he moaned at the feeling.
“Cariño, I can’t last much longer… cum with me..” he whispered against your neck.
You yanked his hair in agreement. Carlos picked up the pace even more, trying to push the both of you over the edge. One particularly hard thrust against that specific spot sent you hurdling over the edge. Your walls squeezed Carlos tightly again causing him to cum as well. You felt as his cock twitched and soon the warm filling of his cum filled you. You moaned at the feeling, it was the best thing you had ever felt.
The two of you laid there in silence for a while. Basking in the after glow and catching your breath. Carlos kissed your forehead and the rest of your face till he made it to your lips. It was a gentle and loving kiss, one that he had longed to have with you forever. You pulled away to catch your breath and nuzzle into his neck. Carlos wrapped his arms tightly around you, he was still fully seated within you.
After a while you began to feel the over sensitivity from Carlos’ place within you.
“Carlos…could you pull out…?’ you asked weakly.
He nodded, slowly and carefully he began to pull out of you. He paused every time you made a face that even looked like you were in pain. Eventually he was all the way out of you. Carlos took the opportunity to roll over and pull you on his chest, nuzzling his face into your hair and basking in your warmth. You clung to him and took in his scent of distinct cologne and now sex.
“I should’ve told you years ago..” Carlos murmured into your hair.
“Nothing better than the present.” you replied.
He chuckled at the statement and pulled you closer. The two of you stayed like that for the rest of the night. Exhausted and content.
