Summary: You’re Carlos’ technical engineer at William who is also his girlfriend. You’ve been dating for almost a year now and you knew Carlos like the back of your hand. After finishing in P9, Carlos was both exhausted and in need of stress relief. Something you knew how to help him with.
Warnings: MDNI, 18+, love making, tired sex, oral M receiving, exhausted Carlos needing you
Author's Note: Saw a headcanon that Carlos would be the whimpering type, and I just decided to write something.
Word Count: 1.5k
The race was long and stressful. The weather seemed to be bipolar for the entire two hours, the FIA had no clue what they were doing, and it seemed like everyone was playing bumper cars. Carlos jumped out of the car sweaty, exhausted, and stressed. Though he did finish at a respectable P9 which earned the team some well needed points.
“Carlos is in a mood. Don’t you think you should deal with that?” one of the other engineers smirked, beside you.
“Just cause we're dating doesn’t mean you guys have to send me to deal with him-” you were cut off by the sound of Carlos snapping at the media director who was trying to plan public appearances.
“Yea, ok. You got me today. Doesn’t mean this happens all the time…” you grumbled, gathering your stuff.
“Sure. Now go take care of your loverboy.” they laughed.
You rolled your eyes at the comment, it was an ongoing joke that if Carlos was in a bad mood, they’d just send you to “calm him down”. Though it wasn’t all wrong, Carlos was like a giant cat. He’d just cuddle into you after a race.
You walked into his motorhome to find him starfished on the bed, his race suit unzipped down to his waist so that his fireproofs showed. He looked up when he heard the door open. Carlos looked exhausted and stressed out though his face did soften at the sight of you.
“Cariño…c’mere…” he mumbled, his arms an open invitation.
“Someone’s tired…” you chuckled, straddling his lap and laying your head against his chest.
Carlos’s hands started running through your hair, feeling the soft locks he loved so much. He nuzzled his face into the top of your head, breathing in your scent. Carlos was always a very affectionate man, especially when he was in no mood for anyone else.
“I saw you snap at the media director, something you wanna talk about?” you asked quietly.
“I was just stressed out and she wouldn’t leave me alone. I’ll apologize later, just wanna cuddle you now…” he whined.
You chuckled, typical Carlos. Slowly your hands started running up and down his body, rubbing sore spots and massaging any knots he got while driving. Carlos let out little groans and sighs at the contact.
“Cariño… you gotta stop…” Carlos groaned.
“You’re sore, just let me help you.” you explained, knowing how stubborn he could be.
“That’s not what I’m talking about-” he let out another strangled groan.
That’s when you felt it. He was getting hard. It didn’t really surprise you, it’d been a while since you’d been intimate thanks to hectic schedules. Plus he was stressed out right now and the feeling of your body against his was kinda hard to ignore.
“Cariño, please…” he whispered, his eyes desperate.
“Want me to take care of you?” you asked softly.
Carlos only nodded. He was too exhausted to take care of it himself and he’d rather not deal with a boner the rest of the night.
You leaned in and kissed his forehead, slowly trailing more kisses all the way down to his neck. Your hands started working at his racing suit and fireproofs, slowly and gently removing them. Carlos relaxed into the bed, occasionally he let out small needy sounds.
Soon enough Carlos was left in his boxers, his bulge apparent, and need clear in his eyes. His hips lifted up slightly, begging for friction. You kept leaving kisses along his neck, making sure he was relaxed. Carlos let out more needy sounds, whimpers and whines.
“Don’t tease me…I need you…” he whimpered.
“Shhh, I’ll take care of you, querido.” you cooed, your hands now moving to his boxers.
Slowly you pulled them down, revealing his needy lengths. One hand reached down to stroke him slowly, giving him some much needed attention. Carlos threw his head back against the pillows, his eyes shut, and small moans leaving his mouth. You leaned up to kiss him properly, your lips connecting in a passionate and loving dance.
Carlos’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer. One of your hands tangled in his hair, while the other kept pumping him slowly. Eventually the both of you pulled away in need of air, a string of saliva still connecting you both. Carlos took the time to look over you, your face slightly flushed, one hand wrapped around him, and your clothes now rumpled slightly.
“These need to come off…” he murmured, tugging at your shirt.
You nodded and sat up. First you pulled your shirt off, then your bra, then your jeans, then your panties, and all while Carlos watched appreciatively. In his eyes you were a goddess who hid under baggy clothes 90% of the time. His hands began roaming your skin, exploring the newly exposed skin he loved so much.
“You’re gorgeous, cariño” he whispered, leaning up to leave small wet kisses along your collarbone.
You kept stroking him softly, keeping the soft and slow pace. Carlos let out more sounds, he needed more than just your hand. Slowly you trailed kisses down his neck and chest until you reached his pelvis, stopping there to observe his needy length. Pre-cum was leaking from the tip, adding to the sensations as you stroked him. You leaned down to kiss the tip, softly sucking on it.
Carlos tangled a hand in your hair, not control but rather just to hold. His hips lifted up slightly, needing more friction. With every bob of your head you began to take more of him in until you were down to the hilt. You kept that slow pace, making sure to keep things gentle with how tired Carlos was.
“God…cariño…” Carlos groaned, the feeling of your mouth wrapped around him was euphoric, “I need more, cariño….need to feel you.” he gasped.
With a small pop you pulled your mouth away from Carlos’s length. His cock was now glistening with a mix of your spit and his pre-cum. One of your hands reached to continue stroking him while you moved to straddle him once more. Carlos took the time to catch his breath and really look at you.
His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer until your entrance sat above his length. The tip of him rubbed against your folds causing the both of you to let out small moans. Carlos’s hips thrusted up very slightly, still too tired to do much.
“Cariño, please…I need you…” he whimpered, his eyes glossy and hair a mess against the pillows.
“Shh, I know, querido.” you cooed, as your hand guided his length to your entrance.
Gently you began to sick down onto him, adjusting to the stretch. Carlos moaned out loud, burying his head into the crook of your neck. You took him inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt within you. You took a few minutes to adjust and let Carlos get his bearings. Then slowly you lifted up and sank back down, setting a very slow but intense pace. Carlos’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer. He needed the contact right. Carlos’s lips found yours for another passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with yours softly.
This kept on for a while. Carlos may have been tired but he still had the stamina of a horse. But you didn’t so at some point Carlos’s hands began to guide you slightly, keeping the smooth pace going. Then you heard Carlos’s begin to let out more whimpers and moans. He always did that when he was close. You picked up the pace slightly, Carlos’s hips began to rock with you softly. One of his hands reached down to rub your clit gently.
The feeling of his hand on your clit made you moan and lean into him more. Carlos kissed the top of your head as the pace grew as you both got closer to the edge but still kept that gentleness to it.
“Cariño, I’m so close…can I…?” he whimpered, he was too exhausted to hold it in like he would do on a normal day.
You nodded against his chest. Carlos didn’t last much longer, his member twitched against your walls before the warmth of his cum filling you took over your senses. You moaned at the feeling and soon followed your own orgasm. The soft waves came over you, one right after the other. The pace slowed back down as the two of you leaned into each other.
The after glow had started to take over now. With you laying on Carlos’s chest happily, and his arms wrapped around you, it couldn’t be a better feeling. Carlos’s member softened inside you, though you didn’t care much. The two of you were too tired to do anything more than cuddle and enjoy each other's presence.
“I love you…” Carlos whispered into your hair before leaving a small kiss at the top of your head.
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.
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.
in which she somehow answers questions while hurtling down a track
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"damas y caballeros, estamos aquí con la hermosa, intelig-" ladies and gentlemen, we are here with the beautiful, intelli-
"es solamente yo. cálmate." it's only me. calm down.
"estamos aquí con mi novia," carlos smiled cheekily, noting the redness that appeared on her cheeks. "¿cómo te sientes?" we're here with my girlfriend. how do you feel?
"pues-" well-
"in english, please." a voice comes through a radio somewhere in the car.
"well," she continues, this time in english. "i'm somehow nervous and excited at the same time. you?"
"i feel like you're going to scream a lot."
"ay dios mío." oh my god.
carlos winks at the camera before patting her thigh softly. after getting confirmation from the engineer on the track, he steps on the accelerator and the two begin to speed down the straight. instinctively she grabs the door handle and grasps at his arm. once she realizes that grabbing the arm of the person who's driving is probably a bad idea, she settles for gripping the hem of his shirt in her fist.
"they told me to ask you questions as we drive," carlos informs her, glancing at her quickly before focusing on the track in front of him. "so, when you ran into me at a real madrid game, did you ever imagine you'd be racing around an f1 track?"
"no, i didn't," she half yells, half screams as carlos accelerates out of a corner. "i didn't recognize you at first!"
kind fahd international stadium, riyadh, saudi arabia, january 2022
she screamed the loudest that she had ever screamed in her life that day. once when luka modrić put a beautiful goal in the back of the net. again when karim benzema scored a penalty kick to bring real madrid to victory again.
she screamed, hugged random people who happened to be wearing the right jersey, drank a few too many beers, and tripped a few times.
"oh, disculpe," she stammered, righting herself and then smiling up at the man she had fallen into. he had caught her, and they were now locked in an odd half-embrace. oh, excuse me
"no te preocupes," the man smiled. it was one of those big smiles that made her realize that he was exuding the same excitement she was feeling. "es la emoción." it's the excitement
she didn't realize he was her father's favorite f1 driver until they had almost made it back to her hotel. he had gallantly offered to escort her, insisting that a woman shouldn't walk alone at night. as they waited for a crossing light to turn green, she began to study his features. there was something familiar about him, something she couldn't quite place.
"mierda. eres-" fuck. you are-
"tomaste mucho tiempo para darte cuenta," he chuckled softly, shoving his hands into his pockets and looking down at her. you took a lot of time to realize
"we talked for twenty minutes until you realized it was me!" carlos reached across to grab her waist around one especially tight corner so she wouldn't crash into the door. "i thought that you didn't know f1."
"it was the beer," she defended. "my thoughts were muddled."
"sure."
"calláte. it's my turn now," she grinned at him. "what’s the first thing you thought when you saw me for the first time? don't lie!"
"the very first thing?" carlos laughed. "i thought 'wow, she's a really cute drunk!'"
kind fahd international stadium, riyadh, saudi arabia, january 2022
carlos looked at the small girl in front of him. she was tripping over her own feet apologizing for her clumsiness. her spanish was distinctly andalusian, as was her strong nose and full lips.
"what's more scary—this lap, or the time I lost my passport right before a race weekend?"
"so mi amor, did you like this or would you rather have been eating paella in hospitality with mamá?"
"definitely paella," she put her hands on her hips, chest still heaving. "that was the best and worst thing i've ever done."
"do you feel better about my regular driving now?"
"no!"
mona speaks:
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i'm baaaaaaaaack!!
long hiatus -- for that i am sorry. please enjoy this and know that i am working on some more stuff!
prompt: 'i couldn't stop missing you if i tried' + 'thanks to you i know what it means to love again'
warnings: none, this is my take on famous 'closer than just friends but we are not dating' trope (p.s. this is a songfic)
i'd like to say that we gave it a try, but that's a lie, lie
the possibilities are infinite. the amount of different ways of 'could have' and 'should have' are eating on carlos' mind, frustrating him to no end. and the worst thing is how there really is no limit to these kind of thoughts, carlos can spend eternity thinking of what if's with you. and isn't that sad on itself? how there are so many what if's when it comes to you? isn't that horrifying to realize that there's so much that could've been done, all of these steps that could lead to you being in his arms right now? to him calling you 'love' not only in his mind, but out loud so everyone would hear?
'i can hear you thinking from there,' alex mutters but it's not unkind. he adjusts his glasses before continuing: 'you can let it out if you want to.'
'i feel like...' carlos bites on his lower lip, thinking over his next words. there are so many thoughts in his mind, it's hard to concentrate. 'i feel like if i've tried enough or tried better maybe then-'
'have you tried?' alex interrupts, rendering carlos speechless. 'i'm not trying to fight you right now, but honestly. did you try? did she try? from outside it looked like you two convinced yourselves that you both are okay with being just friends and now you are suffering from consequences of this stupid decision.'
carlos doesn't know what to say back to this. alex is someone who he can trust regarding this theme, because he has been there from the start and knew you both very well. in fact, alex was the first one to hint to carlos that what he's feeling towards you is a bit outside of 'we are just friends' spectrum. okay, it's a lot outside of that but hey, love turned him blind.
'i don't really get how-' alex sighs frustratedly and pointedly looks at spaniard. 'she is into you. like, really into you, the same way you're into her. anyone with eyes can see that, but you still think it's all lies even when you two look like you are barely holding back from kissing each other when you are together.'
and it's not like carlos doesn't know what alex is talking about. he always had this feeling that maybe - just maybe - you also feel the same. that maybe you also dream about him just like he dreams about you. that maybe you also get shivers in his presence and wonder about how well you're going to fit in his arms. but you are you - brilliant, strong, kind, empathetic, friendly - you surely would have given him a sign if you liked him, right? you surely know that he is terrified to ruin your friendship?
'i miss her,' carlos whispers, noticing how alex's expression turns pitiful. 'i miss her so much.'
you two are kind of... not talking for a week already. which is horrible. it gnaws on spaniard's heart, it makes him ache with longing for you. and the worst part? he is in fault for this. he pushed a little too hard, have been too forward with his affection towards you and you asked for a little space.
a space. from him. carlos' heart never broke so loudly before.
'she doesn't hate you,' alex assures him. 'i swear she doesn't hate you, please just go talk to her. lily would've told me if she hated you.'
carlos feels guilty once he catches dark circles of his teammate; he stayed up listening to his rambles while they were waiting for their flight. and not for the first time. 'sorry, i just-'
'you love her and she loves you,' alex interjects, sighing. 'you two honestly deserve each other, i've never seen more oblivious people in my life. and we're both friends with lando.'
carlos grins but then tenses upon his words. you love her and she loves you. people say it's better to look at something from outside...could it be true?
we can deny it as much as we want, but in time our feelings will show
it's kind of out of body experience, when he knocks on your door. like carlos is watching from the side how his hand rises and how he steps back right before you open the door.
'carlos?' you sound breathless and surprised and he is about to break down because it's the first time he heard your voice in a week. 'what are- is everything okay?'
is it? 'no,' he lets out, deciding to drop any act. 'it's not okay.'
you immediately step forward, eyes clouded with worry. 'what happened? are you okay?'
you happened, he wants to reply. you asked for space, that's what happened. you are the reason he is not okay and what if...what if everyone is right? what if you two are just so into your heads that you can't see the obvious? universe is vast and there are million possibilities, so out of that million there should be one where you do love him back, right? right?
'i miss you,' carlos says quetly but judging by how your eyes widen, you hear it clearly. 'i couldn't stop missing you if i tried.'
you breath hitched. or was it his? he doesn't know, it's hard to tell when his heartbeat is all he can hear. you don't say anything, looking way too shocked to even form a sentence. to be honest, front step of your apartment is not exactly the place of his dreams to confess, but he'll take what he has.
'are you very mad at me?' he asks, fearing the answer. 'do you hate me?'
this gets a reaction from you. 'wha- no! of course not, carlos, i could never hate you. i just- i didn't like how you...lead me on.'
he frowns, not getting it. 'lead you on? when have i ever..?'
'c'mon,' you interrupt, sounding annoyed, which ouch, you never were annoyed by him. 'you act and you say things that make me think that-' you take a deep breath, avoiding his gaze. 'that maybe you like me. in a romantic way. and i know that you don't so i just asked for space cause it got too much.'
carlos' mind comes to a screeching halt. it's like he sharply pulled on the breaks and now safety airbag just slammed into his face. there absurdity of this situation makes him want to laugh hysterically and lie down to process it all. he does neither, settling for staring at you like you've grown two heads.
if i would've known that you wanted me the way i wanted you, then maybe we wouldn't be two worlds apart
'we almost had it,' carlos breathes out and on your questioning gaze, he continues: 'that's what i thought all this time. we almost had it. we almost made it work, we almost started dating. but almost would have never been enough for me, it can't be, not when it's about you. thanks to you i know what it means to love again, how can almost be ever enough?'
you look like you're about to cry and if carlos was a weaker man, then he would've felt the same. but he has to be strong, because you deserve no less. and he has to powerthrough this confession because it's his one in a million possibility, this is his what if moment and he'll be damned to miss this chance.
'i- we are so close to being in love together and if i'm reading this right, then...' he takes one step towards you, smiling at how you instantly blush. 'then i can do this, right?' he takes your hand and brings palm of it to his lips, leaving gentle kiss there. 'and finally say that i am so, so in love with you. this week without you only showed how serious my feelings are. i don't want to experience one more week without you, not if i can help it. i don't want to be 'they almost got together' couple' i want us to be 'they got together and were so happy' couple. what do you say?'
carlos is a patient man usually, but as seconds go by and you just stare at him in disbelief, he feels like he might drown if you don't answer him right now. 'carlos sainz,' you finally breathe out, voice cracking in the end, betraying your nerves. 'are you- are we seriously doing this here? in the corridor? both wearing gym clothes?'
carlos opens his mouth. closes it. opens it again but nothing comes out.
'oh my god,' you mumble, sounding astonished. 'this is-'
he never gets to learn what you planned to say next, cause in the next second both of you are laughing and he can finally breathe again. his heart is light and when you both stop, staring at each other, he reaches out for your hand again. 'will you be my girlfriend?' he asks seriously, wanting to trace the blush on your cheeks with his fingers.
'yes,' you say, smiling wide. 'i think i deserved to have this confession in a better place, but yes. i will be your girlfriend.'
somewhere in the distance carlos can almost hear alex and lily loudly celebrating for not having to hear his angsty rants about you from him anymore. somewhere closer to him he can see fireworks going off, one by one. and somewhere very close to him, right inside his heart, a flower garden starts to bloom.
the possibilities are infinite. and there are plenty of universes, in which all kind of different scenarious play out. carlos is glad that the one, where you and him are together, is the one he's living in now.
a/n: phew, haven't written for carlitos in a hot minute! song is 'almost is never enough' by ariana grande. hopefully you liked this one! let me know :') - nini
writing list for f1 is here
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summary: reader and carlos do everything as a couple except officially being one. they fight, she ignores him but then shows up at the restaurant when she gets invited by Lando and her friends. Carlos is there too.
request: yes!
contains: kiss and makeup, fight, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, one use of y/n. reader has ✨boundaries✨, yay who cheered. don’t let anyone waste your time, you’re worthy of so much love. never let someone be unsure about you.
Lassitude. Weariness. Cansancio.
You’d been weary of love for a while now. Navigating dates, men, no scratch that, boys acting like princesses, the relationships. The performance of it, the constantly showing up for something that might not even be worth it down the line. The disappointment, the regrets. The yearning yet never being yearned for. Being self-sacrificing only for the men to be selfish and childlike.
Yeah, you were tired of this shit. You had stopped seeking it. You had stopped going on a second date when the first one was already full of red flags. You had stopped giving them a chance when they never gave you one. It wasn’t even about standards, anymore. It was simple, utter, complete weariness.
So when you met Carlos a few months ago thanks to your group of friends (yes, that group being composed of F1 drivers and wags, what can you say, a girl can network), you never thought it would lead to anything. You weren’t even remotely interested in being his friend, let alone something more.
But he was known as a smooth operator for good reasons. He had swiftly snuck into your life in the smallest ways possible. It started with following you on Instagram. It always started this way, didn’t it, nowadays? Then he’d answer to some of your stories. Crack a joke or two, but never linger longer than necessary.
Then he’d coincidentally met you at your local coffee shop. And before you knew it, the two of you would meet there almost every morning to have a chat.
But you didn’t fall for that. You didn’t fall for his magnificent hair, his signature cologne, his broad shoulders or his mildly infuriating spanish accent, no. You didn’t fall for his displays of generosity, didn’t fall for his handsome face.
You fell for the simplicity of it. You’d never thought a worldwide famous F1 driver could be so… simple. Kind. Elegant. Gentlemanly. And most importantly, actually able to make more than decent conversations, taking an interest in you, your thoughts, your hobbies, your feelings.
You’d fallen for the way he made you feel seen. Heard. Observed. Known. You'd fallen for the way his eyes lingered on your figure longer than necessary whenever he would sense some unease, whenever you looked more tired than you let on. You'd fallen for the way his hand found yours like it felt called by a force of attraction neither of you could fight whenever you two were out and about. You'd fallen for the way he had started knowing you, and showing it to you in the smallest acts: your coffee order, your favorite color, the songs you loved, those you loathed.
It was the sort of intimacy you had long given up bargaining for. You hadn't sought it, it had come to you. He had.
But there was one major problem. You had fallen in a dangerous cycle you couldn't name. A routine you both hadn't actively planned. Hugs, kisses, acts of service you never pinpointed. Neither of you had said I love you. By a cruel twist of fate, you had fallen in the trap of a relationship that neither of you had sealed.
And yet it was real. You saw it in the way his eyes always searched for yours. The way his shoulders dropped in satisfaction when you touched him or brushed his hand. The way he basked in your attention, his eyes wide, big and awfully brown twinkling with mischief when he pranked you. The way his lips twitched into the most devastating smile whenever he made you happy.
Like right now, sitting across from him at your local café, the surrounding noise turned down into a peaceful lull. His fingers twitch on his cup, his mind swarmed in thoughts as fast as he is sitting still in front of you. It’s a beautiful morning.
It’s such a shame he’s ruining it by avoiding the conversation. He looks nervous. It may or may not have something to do with last night’s text. The one you’d sent right before going to bed, only to pitifully be unable to fall asleep. The one that asked, without asking it, what are we. Where is this going? What do you feel, what do you want?
“Carlos, you do realize we’re gonna have to talk about that?” you gather your courage and sigh. Not resigned, not fearful. Decided. Determined.
Stubborn.
He sighs. A long, heavy one. His eyes lower to the cup. He’s avoiding you.
“You know the only reason why I’ve agreed to keep seeing you is because I know you understand me, right? You get my frustration, you knew I wasn’t looking for anything. You chased me. You wanted this… whatever this is. Don’t play dumb, now. You know I hate that.” your last words are low, almost spat. You’re angry.
His eyes widen a little as they snap back up to you.
“Hermosa, I know, I know. But why now? The context, the… the races” he tsks. He’s not mad at you. He’s mad at himself. He hasn’t been doing great lately. And while you’ve fully been there to support him and encourage him, your feelings have become more and more prominent. You know you’re falling in love. But you won’t allow it, not until you know for sure he feels the same and is actually serious about this.
You stand up. The excuses, the tone. It all feels too familiar. Right now, he’s not being Carlos Sainz, handsome, kind and generous man but just another bruised ego. And this time, you’re being responsible. You’re not wasting time anymore.
“Fuck this, Carlos. You chase me when you want me and avoid me when it’s convenient. I don’t have time for this. That just shows how little you respect me”.
He stands up so abruptly his chair almost rocks to the floor. He grabs your wrist, gently.
“Don’t respect you?! Don’t do this, mi amor, please.” his eyes are wide, panicked. His whisper is low and desperate. His grip is tightening around your wrist with just about the same force as your throat tightens at the sight.
It hits you. This might be it. This might the end of those beautiful and uncertain weeks you’ve spent with him. The laughs, the kisses, the hugs, the dates. It all washes over you.
“You’re not serious, vamos, let’s go back home. Let me cook, let’s discuss this later on. We have time” he begs, his eyes now glassy.
Your own well up with tears. You discreetly snatch your wrist away from him.
Your head is held high when you look into his eyes, the perfect picture of grace and self-respect. But his heart breaks when your voice breaks.
“I don’t”.
You’re outside before he can see the tears run down your cheeks. And maybe he realizes he should’ve said the words that have been on the tip of his tongue for the last few weeks. Maybe he should’ve come clean and told you. I love you.
That day, he calls you. He calls you an absurd amount of times. You never pick up. Your phone buzzes all afternoon with texts.
Pick up, mi amor.
I’m sorry, I should’ve been better. I should’ve listened.
You know how I feel about you, hermosa, I’ve shown you in more ways than one.
Y/N, I swear to God if you don’t pick up.
Let’s try again, let’s talk, please.
You never answer. At night, he only texts twice.
I fucked up, I’m sorry.
I can’t let you go, I won’t.
Two days later, you get a call from Lando. Your heart sinks in your chest. Your pulse spikes.
He cannot know. Nobody does. Your friends might have been suspecting it but neither you nor Carlos had told anyone.
You pick up.
“Hey, love, alright?” he asks, tone lighthearted enough to ease your heartbeat.
He doesn’t know.
“Yeah” you fake a smile, rubbing your sleepy eyes. You haven’t slept much.
“So, listen, me, Charles, Alexandra, Oscar and Carlos are going to that fancy restaurant I’ve told you about last time. You, of course, are expected” you can practically hear his grin from the other end of the line.
You swallow. Carlos. You can’t see him.
“Uh, no, I, uh… I have a headache, I haven’t been feeling really well, Lan-“
“Bullshit, come on! Just stay an hour, tops. Please, we’ve missed you. You’ve been MIA lately. I’ve missed you!”
You shuffle in your seat on your bed.
“I'll… think about it” you finally say.
Not even five minutes after this call, Alexandra calls you. You pick up, already sighing. You know what this is.
“I swear to God if you don't come tonight-” she starts. You can imagine her expression all too well: knitted brows, lips twitching by the corner, trying not to break her angry act.
“I'm sick, Alexandra, I prom-”
“I don't wanna hear it, we haven't seen you in ages! Please, come. Pleaseeee!”
You chuckle. She's so cute when she gets all childish. For a second, you almost surrender. But then the thought of seeing Carlos churns your stomach in a sickening way.
“I can't promise anything, I'll see”.
When you hang up, you think. Think long and hard. Did you regret your choice? No. You'd spent years prioritizing others. You had done the right choice by choosing yourself, first and foremost. You couldn't waste time on someone who wasn't sure about you.
For the entire afternoon, you scroll mindlessly on your phone, emotions going on a rollercoaster. You're alternating between dread, excitement, missing your friends. And you try to convince yourself that it was the right choice.
You repeat it to yourself like a mantra. Eventually, it feels better. They already are at the restaurant by the time you realize you don't have to ghost your entire group of friends just because of one bad flirt. Because that's what this was, right? A bad flirt. A man who didn't choose you when you were ready to choose him. A man who didn't deserve you and wasn't worthy of your love.
He was just a bad flirt.
And you miss your friends.
You take a look at the time. 7pm. They're there, you've seen the group chat buzzing. You choose to wear a beautiful black dress, pick up your favorite shoes to match it, and pamper yourself. You haven't worn makeup in a while.
This feels good. Movement instead of dread. Action instead guilt. Beauty instead of rotting.
On the way there, you get more and more excited at the idea of seeing your friends. This is definitely the right choice. You look good, you feel good.
Fuck him. He didn't deserve you.
When you get there, you catch Lando's curls in the distance before the rest of the group. As you step closer to their table, you take notice that the guys are all on one side and the girls on the other. Lando is the first one to see you. He erupts in a cheer loud enough to make other restaurant clients look up from their menu. You smile shyly, all teeth and emotional. God, you've missed them.
He gets up to hug you so tightly you think your bones might break. You close your eyes in the embrace, missing the way Carlos has completely stopped talking to Charles, his eyes stuck on your figure. He already hates realizing that he's nothing to you, that you didn't get dolled up for him.
Alexandra, Lily, Charles and Oscar all get up for a hug. But you don't hug Carlos. You don't even acknowledge him. Your eyes hardly bounce off of his figure, even though he sits right in front of you. But your body is stubbornly turned towards the girls and the other guys. Your friends notice but don't mention it.
That’s when the war begins. His eyes are searing on you. Lando talks his ear off but he hardly nods, always chuckling a beat too late or altogether missing the joke. You try to focus on the girls. Try is an understatement. Your neck hurts from being stuck at 25° in the girls’ and boys’ directions. Anything to not look at the man in front of you.
At one point, Alexandra, who’s sitting next you, nudges your elbow discreetly.
“What’s up with Carlos?”
You inadvertently look in his direction, forgetting yourself for a fraction of a second.
It’s fatal.
You’ve never seen him look at you like that. He’s mindlessly nodding to whatever story Oscar’s telling but his eyes lock into yours. You immediately avert your gaze but it’s too late. You’ve seen it. His big brown eyes, brows knitted adorably, the way his fingers tap on the edge of the table like he’s growing more impatient by the second.
It’s burnt into your retina. You see it even when you focus on Alexandra.
“Forget it, it’s nothing” you whisper back.
Her eyes grow slightly wider.
“Oh, so there is definitely something… You better tell me everything tomorrow” she decides to let it go.
You sigh in relief, focusing on what Lily’s talking about.
But now the tension is so high you could cut through it. It materializes like a field of electricity encircling you and the spanish driver. He’s devouring you. His eyes scanning over your face and body feel like the kisses he’d once pressed all over yours.
Your stomach flutters at the memory of his soft lips on you. Your mind gives in before you can control yourself, you look again.
His fake smile drops and his eyes search your face. Something like relief, a silent plea and stress flickers in them. His shoulders are tense, his neck turned sideways towards the boys but his eyes definitely not looking where they should be.
“Mate, I’ve never seen you this distracted before, what’s up?” Lando jokes, patting Carlos’ shoulder jokingly.
His lips draw into a thin line and he doesn’t say anything. He shakes his head, as if to beg of his friend to just drop it and a pang of guilt surges through you.
But why should you feel guilty?! Anger replaces the short reminiscence of love that had overtaken you. You turn more fully to talk to Alexandra.
You can almost sense Carlos' shoulders dropping in disappointment when he lost your attention. The game goes on until, suddenly, you feel the slight brush of fingers on your knee. Your head snaps towards the spaniard and you curse your heart for melting at the sight of his eyes.
Something intense, unsaid, and profoundly sad sits in the brown hues that look through you. You don't know why or how, but your hand reaches of its own for his. Your fingers feel delicate against his and sends heat rushing through his entire body. His pupils dilate, his breathing accelerates, it feels like an epiphany. He cannot lie or shy away from the truth anymore.
His fingers tighten around yours, your own pulse spiking as he mouths:
I love you. I'm sorry.
Your whirlwind of thoughts halt. Did he really say it? Your lips part, as you immediately replay the moment in the confinement on your brain.
You swallow, eyes flickering back to the girls, your hand leaving his.
From then on, you both keep peeking glances at one another until you stand up to leave. He automatically follows suit, under the bewilderment of your friends. They share a look but don't mention anything, like Carlos giving you a ride home is the most normal thing in the world. Like the two of you are not about to have the hardest conversation you've ever had, with anyone.
The walk to his car is silent. When you get there, neither of you make a move to get inside. The way his eyes lock into yours is fearful, almost reverent. When his voice comes out, it's low, intimate, hoarse. It sends shivers down your spine.
“I should've said it a long time ago. I'm sorry it took me losing you to realize the mistake I'd made.”
He looks up. He's standing at arms length and though he wants nothing more than to hold you and never let go, he chooses to respect the distance, your boundaries.
“I love you, cariño. I wasn't ready to admit it, I wasn't even ready to feel it, but I do. And I really, really, don't want to lose you.”
Your weight shuffles from one feet to the other, biting your lips. You look away, thinking back to the memories, to the trust and joy that had settled between the two of you like second skin. You think about his lips feeling like a second skin over yours.
Of course you kiss him. Of course you don't want to lose him either. Of course you love him too.
And now that the both of you are on the same page, you can start writing the next one, together.
⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖°carlos sainz x sea house!neighbour⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖°
summary: summer break = unlocked☀️ carlos and his family pull up to their mallorca home, ready for sun, sand, and zero responsibilities. but then they spot a stunning yacht parked right in front of the airbnb next door. Carlos's inner detective activates: WHO. OWNS. THAT. BOAT. ⛵👀
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The next morning, I rushed through my morning routine to keep my mind off the tour. Went for a scenic bike ride, came home, took a shower, and made my bed for the day. Then had breakfast of Café con leche and Tostada con Tomate, Aceite, y Jamón before running a few errands for Mama. Anything to stop myself from overthinking the afternoon ahead.
Finally, my sister and Teto got ready. Ana taking forever as usual, fussing with her hair and outfit like she was the one about to impress someone. Once they were both finally set, we headed out the back door, across the sandy path lined with rosemary bushes, and down toward the dock next door. The mediterranean sun was warm on our shoulders, and the gentle clink of masts from nearby boats filled the air. As we approached, the traditional gulet yacht came into full view its rich wooden hull gleaming, its sails neatly furled, and there, standing at the railing with a smile, was Y/N.
Y/N: C'mon guys! Don't be shy now.
Teto: Last one on is a rotten shoe!
He came zooming past me and Ana, sprinting down the dock like a kid on Christmas morning. Ana shrieked and joined in on the race, her sandals slapping against the wooden planks as she tried to catch him.
But honestly? I couldn't be bothered to move.
Y/N stood at the railing of the gulet, one hand resting casually on the polished wood, the other shielding her eyes from the sun. She was wearing a loose white linen button-up similar to mine, with the sleeves rolled to her elbows, and a simple pair of tailored shorts. Her hair was pulled back in a low, messy bun, a few stray pieces escaping in the breeze.
She looked so beautiful in the sunlight. Effortless. Like she belonged right here, on this boat, in this moment.
Y/N: tilting her head, amused You just gonna stand there and stare, or are you coming aboard, Sainz?
I blinked, realizing I'd been caught.
Carlos: smirking, finally walking toward her I was just admiring the...uh craftsmanship. The boat, I mean.
Y/N: raising an eyebrow Uh-huh. Sure you were.
I stepped onto the gangway, feeling the gentle sway of the yacht beneath my feet. She reached out her hand without thinking, or maybe on purpose to steady me as I came aboard.
Y/N: Wouldn't want Spain's finest to take an accidental swim before the tour even starts.
Carlos: taking her hand longer than necessary How thoughtful of you.
Her fingers were warm. Soft. She didn't pull away immediately.
Ana: already halfway across the deck, shouting ¡Carlos, deja de coquetear y ven a ver esto! (Stop flirting and come see this!)
Y/N: laughing quietly, finally letting go Your sister has excellent timing.
Carlos: rolling his eyes She's had twenty-seven years of practice.
Y/N: Well then... gesturing toward the front of the boat Shall I give you the grand tour, Mr. Sainz?
Carlos: Please. And Carlos is fine.
Y/N: Carlos, then. smiling Follow me.
And just like that, I followed her not just across the deck, but somewhere I hadn't been in a long time.
Completely, utterly, helplessly intrigued.
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We followed Y/N across the polished deck. Teto was already inspecting the wheelhouse while Ana peered over the edge at the crystal-clear water.
Ana: Y/N, can we go out for a swim?
Y/N: That was the plan. There's a quiet cala about ten minutes from here.
Ana: Let's go!
Y/N: heading to the controls I am the captain, so yes. Let's go.
The engine hummed to life. She guided the gulet away from the dock with easy confidence.
Carlos: leaning against the railing You really run this whole operation yourself?
Y/N: My grandfather taught me to sail before I could ride a bike. I think I can handle this.
Carlos: Impressive.
Y/N: softening Save the compliments for after you see the spot.
Y/N: without turning around Most people take photos on boat tours.
Carlos: quietly Most people aren't looking at the right view.
She turned and held my gaze for a moment.
Y/N: Careful, Carlos.
Carlos: smirking I'm always careful.
Y/N: turning back to the water Liar.
The boat cut through the Mediterranean, and for the first time all summer, I wasn't thinking about racing at all.
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lando didn't know you bought a boat
carlossainz55 it's a friends🙂
lando a friend huh😏
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We arrived at the cala—turquoise water, cliffs wrapped in pine trees, not another soul in sight.
Ana: already kicking off her sandals This is paradise!
She dove in first, followed by Teto, who cannonballed right next to her and splashed water everywhere. I swam for a bit, the cool Mediterranean washing away the last of my morning nerves. But after a few laps, I climbed back onto the rear deck, letting the sun warm my skin as I sat at the edge, feet dangling in the water.
Y/N floated on her back for a while, staring up at the sky. Then she swam toward the deck, looking tired but content.
Y/N: softly Mind if I join you?
Carlos: patting the space beside him It's your boat.
She didn't sit beside me. Instead, she hoisted herself up just enough to rest her head on my thigh, her legs still trailing in the water. Like it was the most natural thing in the world.
I froze for half a second. Then he exhaled slowly, letting I hand fall gently near her shoulder not quite touching, but close.
Carlos: quietly Tired?
Y/N: eyes fluttering closed Mm. Happy tired.
The sun dipped lower. Ana and Teto's laughter echoed off the cliffs. And
I sat there, completely still, afraid that any movement might break the spell.
I looked down at her. Her damp hair. The faint smile on her lips.
I didn't move a muscle.
I didn't want to.
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Later that evening
Y/n dropped us back home as the sun began to set. Ana and Teto headed inside, already arguing about who swam better. I lingered at the dock for a moment longer than necessary.
Y/N: smiling softly Goodnight, Carlos.
Carlos: Goodnight, Y/N.
I watched her walk back to her airbnb, and I swear I didn't move until I heard her cabin door close.
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Days later
I spent the entire morning pacing my room like an idiot. What if I read the signals wrong? What if she was just being friendly? What if...
Stop.
I grabbed my phone and typed out a message before I could lose my nerve.
Carlos: Would you let me take you on a date? Anything you want.
Three dots appeared immediately. Then vanished. Then appeared again.
Y/N: Anything?
Carlos: Anything.
Y/N: Golf. Or cycling. Your favorites.
I stared at the screen, completely enamored. She didn't pick dinner and wine. She picked my favorites. Things I loved. Things that mattered to me.
Carlos: Golf. I'll pick you up at 12.
Y/N: It's a date, Sainz.
I smiled so hard my face hurt.
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gossipf1source 🚨EXCLUSIVE🚨
Carlos Sainz and mystery woman get cozy during private boat tour in Mallorca a few days back. According to sources, the F1 driver spent hours onboard a traditional yacht belonging to the woman's family, who own a luxury commercial yacht fleet. The two were seen chatting, swimming, and at one point, she rested her head on his thigh while dangling her legs in the water.
#F1 #CarlosSainz #Mallorca #SummerBreak #GossipF1
user55: WHO IS SHE
user2: she's apparently the sole heir of a big marine vehicle family, she even went to MIT and studied marine engineering
user9: marine engineering MIT?? owns a yacht?? we stan
f1gossiplover: Carlos finally caught lacking 😭
sainz_squad: the way he's just sitting there NOT MOVING... down bad actually
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At the Golf Course
We hadn't even made it past the first hole when I saw it—a long lens glinting from the treeline.
Mierda.
Carlos: gripping my club tighter Someone's taking photos.
Y/N: not even looking up from lining her putt I know.
Carlos: panicking Y/N, this is going to be everywhere. Tomorrow. All over social media. They were already spying on us at the cala...
Y/N: sinking the putt easily, then turning to me with a calm smile Carlos. It's okay. This isn't my first rodeo.
I blinked.
Carlos: What do you mean?
Y/N: shrugging My family is famous too. Not F1 famous, but... yacht industry famous. Magazine spreads. Business profiles. I've had my photo taken more times than I can count. I know how to ignore a camera.
She walked past me toward the next tee, completely unbothered.
I stood there for a second, then jogged to catch up.
Carlos: lowering my voice I need you to know something.
She stopped and looked at me, her eyes patient.
Carlos: I don't see this being a fling. I'm very serious when it comes to relationships. If I'm interested in someone and I'm very interested in you, I pursue her. Relentlessly.
Y/N: tilting her head, a small smile playing on her lips You have to make me your girlfriend first, you know. Not on the first date.
Carlos: grinning So you're saying there will be a second date?
Y/N: walking away I'm saying finish this hole first, Sainz.
We played nine holes. She was terrible at golf, kept slicing every drive into the rough but she laughed every time, and that laugh was better than any perfect swing I'd ever seen. I tried to give her tips. She told me to stop being a perfectionist. I shut up and just enjoyed watching her.
By the end, I didn't care who was watching from the trees.
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Dinner
Y/N: I'm starving.
Carlos: leading her toward the car I know a place. Nothing fancy.
Y/N: Good.
Twenty minutes later, we were sitting on a plastic bench outside a small beachside burger stand, paper wrappers crinkling in our hands. The sun was setting. Seagulls were fighting over a fallen fry three tables away.
Y/N: taking a huge bite, ketchup on her lip This is the best burger I've ever had.
Carlos: staring at her like she hung the moon Yeah?
Y/N: noticing my stare, wiping her mouth What?
Carlos: shaking my head, smiling Nothing.
Everything, I thought.
Y/N: softening You're staring again.
Carlos: quietly You're easy to stare at.
She looked down at her burger, but I caught the blush spreading across her cheeks.
Y/N: mumbling Second date. Maybe.
Carlos: grinning I'll hold you to that.
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The Next Morning
Papa Sainz sat at the kitchen table, a cup of café con leche in one hand and his tablet in the other, scrolling through the morning news. The rest of the house was still quiet, Ana was asleep, Teto hadn't emerged from his room yet, and I was just shuffling in, still half-dreaming about green fairways and brown eyes.
Then my father looked up.
Papa Sainz: holding up the screen Carlos.
I froze.
On the tablet was the Celeb News headline, complete with the blurry photo of Y/N and me on the back deck. Her head on my thigh. The Mediterranean glittering behind us. There was no mistaking what it looked like.
Carlos: rubbing the back of my neck Papá, I can explain...
Papa Sainz: setting the tablet down, voice calm but firm I don't need an explanation. I need to know if you're being serious with her.
I met his eyes. There was no judgment there. Just the quiet weight of a father who had seen me through every high and low every podium, every contract negotiation, every rumor.
Carlos: without hesitation I am.
He studied me for a long moment. Then he nodded once, picked up his coffee, and went back to reading.
Papa Sainz: quietly Good. Don't waste her time, mijo. And don't let the gossip pages write the story for you.
He didn't look up again. But I saw the small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
I grabbed an orange from the fruit bowl and headed for the back door, my heart lighter than it had been in years.
Outside, the gulet was still docked next door, swaying gently in the morning light.
And I knew exactly where I was headed.
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summary: summer break = unloc
