Hey, I donât think you put the right warning and pairing with your fic. I loved it though!
If you are referring to the recent Fast Pace request, then I did take a look and fixed it. Thank you for showing me! And I'm so glad you loved it!
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Hiii! Super loved your recent work (fast pace) đ©· I was really hooked and now it's one of my favorite Carlos fics here!
I was wondering if I could request a special part of it? Anything like their life with their kids, their life after carlos' retirement, or something domestic! Thank you đ«¶đ»
Hi! I just want to apologize for making you wait for so long. I took a bit of a writing break after finishing Fast Pace. But I got inspired after Carlos won last weekend! Please enjoy:
Summary: Some domestic bliss as you and Carlos pick up your three eldest children after their first day of Grade 1 and kindergarten.
Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader
Husband!Father!Carlos Sainz x Wife!Mother!Reader
Warnings: Carlos is aged up and is in this request now 41. Age difference. A cute happy family. Even still, manipulation, control, obsession. Carlos tampers with your birth control. Kissing. A very slight mention of alcohol.
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The first year of marriage was amazing. You spent almost every hour with Carlos. Jumping from airplane to airplane, country to country. You were attached at the hip. The media either loved it or hated it...you actually didnât know. At some point, a PR team took over your Instagram and it was rare for you to ever actually read the comments or news. Any information youâd receive would come from Carlos and his team, after all, theyâre all you really can trust. Â
 That was, of course, until, mysteriously, your birth control pills stopped working. It feels like so long ago, the day Carlos picked you up in his arms, celebrating the news of a child. Now, you wait outside the school gates, seven years later, with a much older Carlos but just as excited. His eyes now crinkle up and he has a few grey steaks at the temples of his hair. But heâs not any less handsome. Â
Especially when his big strong arms holds your daughter in his arms. Your little girl sits perched on his hip. The only other girl in his life, besides you. She looks so much like him. Dark toughs of hair that youâve combed this morning with the same wavy texture as his hair. Her big brown eyes gleam up with such love at him. Â
And at the same time, he carries your son in his car seat with the other arm. Heâs sleeping soundly, his dummy bobbing up and down as he suckles in his sleep. Youâre so glad Carlos is here to help. You were sad three years ago when he decided to retire at the end of the season. But now, youâre so grateful. You donât think you could do this with him on the other side of the world. Â
You feel like youâve been pregnant forever now. Totally accidently five months after giving birth, now youâre 2 months pregnant again. You groan, everything hurts. Your breasts are engorged from breastfeeding and now being pregnant again. Youâve got constant heartburn and nausea. Your hair has thinned and your nails feel brittle. And yet, including all that, Carlos still believes wholeheartedly that you are the most gorgeous girl in the whole world. Â
Carlos steps closer to you and places a kiss on your temples. âÂżCĂłmo te sientes, mi amor?â When was the last time that you spoke English? You canât really remember, because now Spanish also sounds like English. âTired, mostly, Iâve missed the boys all day, it feels so strange without them home.â He chuckles and nods, âItâs strange for the house to be quiet... You think everything went well?â Â
You smile and turn to the gates, you know Carlos is worried his children might be bullied or used for his name. That they wonât be able to make proper friends, that all the kids would just use them to get into the celebrity world. You had a meeting with the twins and Juniorâs schools to handle this with grace. Â
You can feel the other parents whisper, talking with each other. You feel someone tap your shoulder. You turn, itâs a woman who looks to be your age, 31. Where has the time gone? She smiles and speaks in Spanish, like everyone else where you live. âIs this your first time?â She asks with a kind smile. You return the expression, âNo, not at kindergarten. But itâs still as nerve wracking.â Â
She laughs with you as you begin your small talk. âBut, after this we have to pick up our son at first grade, which makes our stomachs turn.â You laugh and lightly graze Carlosâ arm to show who âweâ are. âIs this your husband?â She asks and Carlos nods. âHi, Iâm Carlos. I would shake your hand but my hands are a little full.â He says, referring to the children in his hands. He refuses to let you carry anything while pregnant. Â
âAnd Iâm Y/N.â You shake her hand and she also introduces herself. Then your ear catches the sound of excited children screaming as the first classroom door opens. Your head snaps to the noise and then you see the teacher you had met with walking to the gate with a trail of kids behind her. Â
You can see your twin boys anxiously scanning the parents trying to find you. And when the eldest of the two do see you, he grabs his brotherâs arm and quickly runs over. âMama! Papa!â They yell and excitedly run over into your arms. They wrap their arms around you, as you bend down and hug them close. Â
âHello, my loves, how was it?â You ask, combing the hair out of their eyes. They look a lot more like you than the other kids. âIt was fun, but missed you mama.â Dario, the youngest of the two says. Your girl babbles and makes grabbing hands at Antonio, the oldest of the twins. âPapa, wanna hold sis.â Antonio says, Carlos smiles and puts Bianca down on her little feet. Your kids hug each other, Carlos has raised his sons to have the same protectiveness as he has over their mother and sister. Â
âCome on, hold my hand.â You say taking each of their hands in your own. Carlos crosses the road first and then you. He opens the car door for you. Itâs almost ironic for this retired championship formula one driver to now be the one driving a mini-van. It is his fault, he just canât keep his hands off his wife. Carlos wouldnât have it any other way. Â
He buckles each of the kids into their car seat. The twins next to each other in the back and the two youngest in the front. Your youngest, seven month old is the best behaved. He sleeps in his car seat, that is until the twins start arguing, like always. Who had the best lunchbox, who is tallest, who mom and dad like most. Even though, you made sure they had the same lunchbox, theyâre twins and thus the same height and like all parents, you donât have a favourite. Â
âOi! Stop arguing, youâll wake up your brother.â Carlos commands, his tongue moving fast in his home language. It still gets you all warm when he speaks Spanish. âSorry, papa,â they say in unison. You just sigh and shake your head. âPapa?â Your daughter, Bianca calls out. âYes, my princess?â Carlos replies. âIce-cream?â The little girl asks, your heart melts and youâre certain that your husband is also a puddle. âAfter we pick up Junior, weâll go out for ice-cream.â Â
Your kids scream in excitement, causing your baby to start whimpering and then soon crying. âAi, mi amour.â Carlos sighs and shakes his head, his eyes meet yours in the rear-view mirror while you sit next to your youngest children. You slightly lean over your seat and give him a kiss on his greying temples. âItâs okay, my love.â Â
Youâve got RaĂșl, your youngest, strapped into your sling. Bianca sits high on Carlosâ shoulders, daddyâs little girl. Her fingers gripped into his salt and pepper hair. You canât help but reach up and untangle her fingers. âMy love, when did you start going grey?â You ask Carlos, staring into his warm brown eyes. He just laughs and shakes his head. Â
âMust you point it out? I feel so old compared to the other parents...â He mutters, the other parents are around your age, some even younger. âI like it though...a silver fox.â He once again laughs and sighs. âNo, mi amor.â You grin wildly at his reaction. â41 Isnât that old...â He mumbles and again you just smirk. âI mean, Alonso was still racing at 41...âÂ
That really does get him, he bursts out laughing. âYeah, youâre not wrong...â Then you feel Dario tug on your hand. âLook, Mama!â You see kids, with backpacks looking far too big for their tiny bodies, come pouring out of classroom. Then your eldest son, you canât help but smile seeing heâs chatting with other kids. And then his big brown eyes look up and see Carlos, he begins running. Â
The little boy runs up and hugs Carlos around the legs. Your twins greet their oldest brother. Bianca waves down to her brother from above. Junior gleams up, you remember when you gave birth to Bianca, Junior wanted to do everything for her. Heâd carry her around every chance he got. Â
âCome, papa said we can have ice-cream.â You tell Junior after he hugs you. âReally?â He asks, his eyes beaming up. Carlos winks and then nods. Â
Ding! Your phone has a notification. You grab your phone on the nightstand. âWho is it?â Carlos asks, coming out of the shower. All five of your kids are fast asleep. You read the text. âItâs Alex.â She and Charles had married 3 years ago, no kids yet. âWhat does she say?â Carlos asks, lying down in the bed next to you, taking your phone and reading the text. Â
âHey Y/N, we miss you, why donât we go out and party tonight? Leave the kids with Carlos.â She texted in the group chat, and Kika added. âWe havenât seen you in like years now that Carlos isnât racing anymore.â Carlos just laughs at their antics. He hands your phone back to you. âDo you want to go?â He asks, raising his brow. Â
When was the last time you went out alone? When was the last time that you werenât with Carlos? Since he retired...there hasnât really been a second alone? It would be kind of nice, to talk about something other than the kids... âIâd prefer if you didnât...â Carlos mutters, he crawls down to your stomach. He gently lifts your pyjama short and kisses your stomach. âPregnant and all...â Â
You just smile, combing your fingers through his salt and pepper hair. You pick up your phone and text your friends in the groupchat. âSorry, girls, canât have alcohol...đïżœïżœïżœ You get a quick reply back. âAgain?!â âDidnât you like just give birth???â Your cheeks go red at their comments. You feel the urge to send them a photo of Carlos kissing your stomach, but donât. You do, however, take a photo, saving it for later and then put the phone down. Â
âI hope itâs another girl.â He mutters, placing small kisses on your stomach. You canât help but smirk. âI hope itâs the last one.â You mutter, playing with his hair. He pouts, placing his chin gently on your stomach. âWhy? You look so fucking good pregnant.â He says, lust in his gaze. You just laugh and roll your eyes. âTo you, maybe. But Iâm telling you, my love, I donât want to have to drive a limousine to their schools.â Â
You can see him think for a moment. âYou mean it? No more kids?â He says, jutting out his bottom lip and making his eyes gleam. Itâs hard to say no to him, but you stay firm, for once in your life. You actually wanted to stop after the twins. Not that you love Bianca and RaĂșl any less. Â
But this number six is the most difficult so far. Youâre taking both pre-and-postnatals at the same time. âYes, I mean it.â You say, stern. Youâd like your body to be yours again...âAlright, Iâll get the snip. I donât want you on those damn pills. I canât fucking stand them, theyâre unnatural.â He mutters, his jaw locking... Â
Huh...Always thinking about your well-being... Â
âYou look so fucking good as a mom. Seeing how much they adore you. Itâs hard to keep my hands off you.â He snarls, his kisses on your stomach becoming more sloppy. He trails up to your lips. Capturing your lips in his. So furious and desperate on your lips. âI love you, mi amor. Youâre mine. Only mine.â Â
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A/N: Hello everyone. Before I start I would like to preface some things.The story will mainly be taking elements from the 2004 movie. Yet that will be coming in much later for the climax. If you have any other questions, feel free to ask:) Also this is only chapter 1 and more will be uploaded shortly.
Summary: A young author travels away from her family to The Opera she has heard so much about. She lost and confused and yet still seems to get a job there as a cleaner. Yet when she meets a mysterious man there, everything changes. Her mind is entirely consumed, but will she allow her burning need for him consume her life as well?
Pairing: Erik/Phantom x FemaleOC
Warnings: Neglectful parents, daydreaming, (Later on) Smut, (later on) pregnancy. Tell me if I miss any:)
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Fast Pace- 15
I'd just like to thank @multi-universe21 for the Spanish Translations for these last two chapters.
The last one guys! This is the very last chapter! I can't believe it. I've been putting off posting this all day, because I'm so sad that this is over now :( Keep in mind, my request are always open. And I'll miss all you pookies so much đ«¶. Follow if you'll miss me too, or don't. đ«¶
Summary: You're a hard-working Chef in Paris and after a freak accident run-in with Carlos Sainz, your life makes a 180. Let's just say with a certain agreement, you get your bills paid and in return stand in as Carlos' girlfriend for the press. But will you be able to handle the pressure and ensure the lines don't blur?
Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader
Warnings: I've aged up Carlos, he is 33 in this fic. Smut (Actually this time!!), sexual themes, age difference, manipulation, control, slight obsession, the word 'daddy', nudity, i guess Instagram posts?? Angst! Lots of it! Tell me if I missed any
Taglist: @httpjeonlicious, @f1lov3r, @messersandmesses, @hollie911, @oriconde08 @thehufflepuffavenger1 @fanboyluvr @thatgirlmj @whyamireadingthis @oriconde08 @depressedriches @roseseraj @skepvids @sain55wifey @distinguishedvoidlady @amatswimming @sachaa-ff @lightdragonrayne @lazybot @formula1mount @fangirl-dot-com @saintslewis @carlossainzwho @lordpercevalcharles @topguncultleader @kitixie @serp3ns0rtiae @hangmandruigandmav @therealone4r @keii134 @dark-night-sky-99 @jax-the-oregonian @hachrinnen @formulaal tjdjindahouse
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Part 14
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12 January 2024
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Some might say itâs too fast, but you and I have always loved a fast pace.
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6 March 2024
Liked by CarlosSainz55, Alexandrasaintmleux, francisca.cgomes and 198, 379 more
Working hard or hardly working? The first option.
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The cold air hits your face, you donât remember Paris being this cold. It doesnât help that the dress youâre being fitted with doesnât do much for heat. You pull the coat youâd been given closer to your body. Itâs luckily big, Dior doesnât want any paparazzi seeing their opening outfit.
Youâre exhausted, itâs two days before fashion week starts. Youâve been pulled into a million places, auditions, fittings, rehearsals and everything in between. The cold air makes you crave a cigarette so badly. Not only that, you miss Carlos more than anything. You havenât seen him in a month. You call almost every night, but it still isnât enough. When heâs busy, youâll play the Ferrari video again. He isnât himself, but it is close enough.
You can hear someone calling your name but assume that itâs the same people who have been calling you all day. That is of course, until someone grabs you from behind and turns you around to face them.
Your fight or flight kick in before you can even see who it is. Your arms flail and your legs kick in all different directions. Not really caring for the pins stabbing into your side. Where are Otis and Brutis when you truly need them?
âY/N, Y/N! C'est moi! Câest moi!â You know that voice, you know that accent, you know these strong arms. Your kicking stops, but your screaming doesnât. âBĂ©renger! Let go of me, you fucker!â He does, he drops you right as you are. You donât even turn to him, your bare feet hit the pavement with some speed. Before you can even open the door again, he stops you once more.
He calls you again, but this time you turn to him with fury. âDonât you remember? Iâm a whore, and a slut who sleeps with pedos?â You can see your brother bite the inside of his cheek. âWhat? You were so opinionated when Jean was disowning me! Now, you have nothing to say?â You scoff at his utter silence, but it doesnât last long.
âNothing I say will make you believe me, so Iâll just show you.â He pulls out a phone and shows you an image. âWhat the fuck is this?â He sighs at you refusing to even look at his phone. âItâs a picture of Carlos at the restaurant where you worked, three months before you actually met.â You trusted him, just as you had trusted Jas and Ilsa and told him everything.
Now you regret it more than anything. You look, and you recognised those booth seats and plates, youâd seen them so many times before. You shrug, âMay be, but it could be chalked up to coincidence. What are you even trying to say?â His jaw locks and then he swipes to the right, then again and again and then he hands you the phone telling you to do the same.
âBĂ©renger, what am I looking at?â He still looks on edge but continues to explain. âI hired a private detective. He found this on Carlosâ cloud.â Now you laugh at him, âThatâs not possible. Iâve looked at Carlosâ pictures before, and Iâve never seen these photos before.â You go to leave, thinking heâs just lying to hurt you again.
âHis phone, yes! But not his laptop, not his PC, and not his cloud.â Itâs true, yes. âWhat would these photos even mean?â You cross your arms, finally allowing him to speak. âHeâs been stalking you, canât you see? Months before you even met and he has hundreds of photos of you!â
This catches your attention. You sigh, and shake your head, trying to make sense of what he is saying. âPlease, Y/N, youâre my sister. All our siblings missed you so much over Christmas. The girls were so excited to see you got engaged and couldnât believe their ears when I told them what happened.â
This hits you in the stomach. It has to be wrong. He has to be lying. Or else your whole world will truly become crumbling down. More than ever before. âIs, is that all?â He shakes his head repeatedly.
âNo, no thereâs so much more.â How could there ever possibly be more than stalking? âI have to go, but I have just one day off tomorrow before a hectic week. Hereâs my hotel room, weâll talk.â
Your heart is racing in your ears, you donât really listen to the people talking to you. You just sit in the makeup chair, trying to keep your stomach from twisting and turning. It has to all be lies, right? He must just be trying to get in your head, to hurt you even more. But, if you truly believed that it's all lies, why would have you agreed to meeting him?
The ringing hits your ear, not panic ringing but your phone. Your hands shake seeing Carlosâ name on your phone. For a fact, you know that if you donât answer, he is going to worry all day. You donât want that, heâs your fiancĂ©! But, does he really love you or are his jokes more the truth. Each time he tells you heâs obsessed with you, flies through your mind.
Was he being honest with you? Waiting for you to realise? You turn airplane mode on and the phone goes quiet.
Then thereâs also the option of your brother lying. After all, he didnât defend you that night. He didnât leave with you when your parents kicked you out. In fact, he made it even worse. He called you and Carlos horrible names and havenât tried to reach out.
Now you wish Kika was with you on this Dior shoot to help you think all this out.
âYou have 10 minutes because 10 minutes is all you gave me.â You both sit down on the balcony of your hotel room. You show him the 10-minute timer on your phone and as soon as the clock starts ticking he begins talking. âI donât need ten minutes. I can tell you all you need to know now.â You donât say a word, allowing him to continue.
âCarlos paid us a million euros to disown you.â
He doesnât even say another word, clearly he can see you spinning. âWhat?â He nods and then pulls out his phone. Your eyes donât deceive you. Nothing is truer than the image of your parents sitting on the porch of their new mansion. Bright smiles are on their faces. He swipes to the next photo and you see your siblings being spoiled with lavish gifts.
Now youâre glad that youâre sitting down. Your heart rate has skyrocketed, and you canât help but look around at everything you now own. The million-euro ring on your finger feels much heavier than ever before. Suddenly you feel exhausted, and a throbbing headache makes itself known. Your throat is dry and your eyes burn with tears.
âNo, no, thisâŠthis is edited. It must be.â The sun feels too bright and your chest feels too tight. What else is left for you, if you donât have Carlos? Yes, you have Kika and Alex, but if you lose Carlos you lose them too.
Youâve kicked your friends out of your life. You donât have your family anymore. Heâs it. Carlos is the only real stable person in your life. His family, his friends, theyâre the only people you have.
Your brother panics, he pours you a glass of water and you swallow it with one big gulp. Whatâs even worse than having no one but him, is you realise that that is what he wanted. He wanted himself to be the only one in your life. For you to be isolated and depend on him and only him. Heâs used his influence and his money to remove your friends, your family, your job and your person.
âIlsa? Jasmine? Did heâŠ?â BĂ©renger nods before you can even finish your sentence. It confirms your thoughts. âThereâs moreâŠâ he pours you another glass of water. âHe planned your meeting. We searched and we couldnât find a single article of any mob or crazy fans that whole day. We looked in further⊠and found out that he paid your old boss to make sure you ended up in that ally on that day.â
What?
He's obsessed. He's crazy.
Then the contract enters your mind. NDA. Non-disclosure agreement. Is this why he had you sign it? You thought it was just a safety concern for Ferrari. To make sure they donât lose any sponsors or something like that. Now you see itâs to protect himself. All just to make sure you donât say a word. Because if this gets out, heâll lose everything. Heâd be in an even worse position than you.
âBĂ©renger. You need to leave.â His brows furrow together. âI have photos of that too if you donât believe me. Recordings, audios, you name it.â You shake your head.
âNo, no. I signed an NDA. You arenât allowed to know any of this. He could sue you into oblivion. He couldâŠâ Memories of him saying heâd have people fired. The look in his eye when he would tell you what would happen.
He doesnât move. âNo, no. Youâre my sister. He can sue me all he wants.â You shake your head, over and over. Standing up on your wobbly legs. Trying to push his huge body from the seat. âHeâll do worse. Much worse, Iâm sure.â His eyes go big at your reaction. âLeave. Now.â He sighs and then takes your phone and puts in his new number.
âIf you need me. For anything. Message me, call me.â You can only nod. âBe careful. Donât let the guards see you looking anything but normal.â Then you realise, theyâd likely already told Carlos that BĂ©renger has visited. âTurn your location off. Donât use the same road twice. His reach is far. Be careful.â
Your mind is reeling. Should you call him or wait for him to call you? If he does call you, should you lie? Pretend you donât know anything and then buy a plane ticket with your own money? How would you even get to the airport without the guards? If you leave now, youâll lose all your modelling jobs. Everything youâd been working hard for. Your dreams, youâd be throwing your dreams down the drain.
The phone rings, and you see his name on your screen. Your hands shake as you answer the phone. You donât hear anything and canât even speak. âÂżMi amor?â He asks through the phone, sounding just so innocent. âMy loveâ. Are you really his love or just something he owns? Like some watch heâs crazy about.
You go to speak, but your throat fails you. Sobs echo through the hotel room. âY/N? Are you okay? Whatâs going on? Talk to me.â Your tears become more, he was so perfect. Too perfect. âWhat did you do?â Your voice is just above a whisper but you can hear him shift on the other end.
He chuckles, thinking itâs some sort of prank. âWhat are you talking about? Donât mess with me now. You didnât call me back yesterday. I was worried sick.â Each of his words are like knifes into your heart. âBĂ©renger told me everything.â Itâs such a struggle to even speak. âAnd you believe him?â He doesnât even ask what BĂ©renger told you. It just confirms it more to you.
âHe showed me the photos, Carlos.â You can hear him curse in Spanish on the other side. âCarlos, I loved you, how could you do this to me?â You pull your legs close to your chest, some sort of protection. It doesnât stop your heart pounding. âAnd you still do. You still love me, donât you mi amor? You told me, Iâd never get in trouble with you.â
You scoff at his pleas. âThatâs before I found out that you paid my parents to disown me!â He scoffs the same as you had. âYou say that as if you loved them because they didnât love you. Think about it, mi amor, they took the money, didnât they? If they loved you they wouldâve kicked me out there and then. But they didnât.â
Heâs right. Who would be so evil as to give up their own daughter, just like that? Clearly, you never really meant much to them. Why are you caring now? He must sense you coming to this realisation.
âI did it for you. I hate the way they made you feel. Werenât they so cruel? They would hurt you over and over and I couldnât stand it. Shouldnât my love be a good enough reason?â
Another cry courses through you. Itâs quiet for quite a bit, just the sound of your crying. You can hear the shuffling before he speaks. âWeâre hoping on the plane now. Donât go anywhere.â This just makes your cries worse. âNo, no, please. You can keep everything. The car, the jewels, the clothes anything. Just, please donât hurt me. Or my family.â
You can hear his footsteps stop. âNo, no, mi amor. You know Iâd never hurt you. Donât you?â You donât say anything, you canât. Youâre shaking and your cries become too much. âDonât do anything rash. Weâll be there tomorrow.â You throw the phone across the bed, wanting to be as far away as possible from it.
Without even thinking, you throw open the door and face your bodyguards. They donât even turn to you. âWho are you two loyal to? Me or Carlos?â They donât say anything, like always. You pluck on Otisâ sleeve, heâs shorter and youâve him smileâŠonce but once is enough for you to reach out. âIf Carlos comes for me, trying to take me, who will you go with?â
You can see him gulp and his face soften. âCarlos will not hurt you.â His words are soft and itâs the first time either of them has spoken of you. You scoff and jump on the balls of your feet.
âAnswer the question.â You can see he bites his tongue. âWe are paid to protect you, from everyone. But also to report everything you do to Carlos.â Itâs Brutis who speaks, you both seem shocked.
âThank you,â itâs all you say before closing the door. You grab your phone again and call your assistant slash publicist slash just about everything. âY/N, hello beautiful, what can I do for you?â Her voice is always chirpy but it quickly changes when you ask her what would happen if you didnât show up to any of your shows.
She chuckles, clearly incredibly nervous by your sudden change of heart. âYouâd be blacklisted. Not showing up to Dior? As the opener? Yeah, word will spread and you wonât get another runway job again. Why do you ask?â You can hear her panic about her job. âI signed an NDA.â Itâs all you say, you donât want anyone elseâs life being ruined.
You sit back down on the bed. Now you need to think clearly. Why exactly is your brother telling you all this? It canât be to protect you, because if that was the case then he wouldâve done exactly as Carlos said. If he really did care about you, he wouldâve tried harder.
BĂ©renger wouldâve told him no, beat Carlosâ ass. But he didnât, so clearly he doesnât care too much about you.
So why did he bring this to you? Why else but to hurt you and your relationship. Force a break between you and Carlos. To make sure to ruin your connection with him, so that youâd lose the love of your life. Not only that, but you lose everything. Your new family, the Sainz, your new friends, Alex and Kika, and your career.
Youâve dreamed of tomorrow all your life. To walk down that runway, with all those cameras flashing and people screaming. Your wildest dream was walking for someone like Dior. As a little child, youâd wear your motherâs clothes and put on a little runway show for your siblings. It was one of the few times theyâd show some sort of interest.
When you were cooking, youâd always imagine being on a show. Explaining in great detail what you're making and people would love it. People would love you. Thatâs what youâve always wanted if you really think about it. To be adored and obsessed over. And thatâs what Carlos has given you. Heâs given you a world where this is a reality.
You peek behind the curtain and look at all those seats. Then you look at the window outside and see the incredibly long line of people. Much more than the seats put out. An hour. One whole hour before you walk the runway for the very first time. Now just any runway, the Christian Dior runway.
Yes, you spend weeks practising your model walk. Youâve rehearsed this runway three times now. Your outfit is perfect, your hair is perfect, all youâre waiting for now is makeup, jewellery and touch ups. But you can feel your heart in your ears. Yes, youâve wanted this all your life but now that itâs here, you feel like throwing up.
All those people, watching your every move. Theyâll know if youâre breathing too heavily, if you're walking too fast, youâre certain that they can smell fear. And boy are you scared. What if you slip and fall. Then again, Naomi Campbell fell on the runway and that became an iconic moment. But are you as iconic as her? Could you ever live up to her?
What if you sneeze and the whole dress bursts open? What if the dress just falls apart as you walk, leaving you naked for everyone to see? Youâd be the laughingstock of the model world. Never again seen on the runway, doomed to forever be remembered as the girl whose dress fell apart. Or the girl who was far too unprofessional for the runway.
âAre you okay?â The makeup artistâs voice snaps you out of your hyperventilation. Your thoughts are torn between two very important things. But really they come together for one big thing, your future. And one question affects both things. Do you still want to be with Carlos? âYeah, sorry. My mind is just all over the place. Very nervous, my first show.â You shrug and she smiles.
âWhat usually helps when you're nervous?â His name instantly pops into your mind. âMy fiancĂ©. Heâs always been my rock.â There hasnât been a moment since you met him that he hasnât been there for you. If thatâs due to an obsession or love, does it really matter? What really is the difference? What if love isnât enough for you?
Your parents claimed to love you. Your friends claimed to love you. You claimed to love your job. But all three of those are lost at just the mention of money. Not Carlos. To him, money wasnât even an object. He didnât care if you got your new shoes dirty or never wore something his money bought. Because to him, thereâs always more money but not more of you.
âSpeaking ofâŠâ the make-up artistâs eyes glance to one of the side entrances. His hair is always something you notice first. You hope he never loses it, even if he goes completely grey. Then itâs the crinkle in his brow, heâs always so worried. Then the way his eyes scan the room, always looking for you. Itâs not that he always wants you by his side, itâs just that he wants you safe.
Heâs by your side before you can even blink. His hands fit into yours, and like always you reach for the other. âMi amor, please let me explain.â Heâs down on his knees, opening himself up to vulnerability. So many people here could take a photo at any time. But he doesnât care, he just thinks about you and keeping you.
âCarlos, I canât do this.â His eyes go big and he shakes his head. âNo, no please mi amor. I love you, I canât lose you. I know some actions to protect you might have been a bit⊠unorthodox but it all came out of love.â You chuckle and kiss his forehead. âI know and youâre right. Good riddance, I mean. If they gave me up that easily, for that little amount, then Iâm better off without them.â
His face lights up and he gives you his charming smile. âYou mean it?â You nod and smile, âWhat I canât do, is this show. Ask Ava here, Iâve been hyperventilating this whole time. Iâm sure sheâs so annoyed with me.â The girl gives an uncomfortable chuckle, likely more worried about her job than yours.
He stands up and rubs your shoulders. âDonât worry, handle it like you do the paparazzi. Because you handle it better than any celebrity that Iâve ever seen.â He holds back your hair, keeping it out of Avaâs way, still gentle enough not to ruin the style. You laugh, it feels like so long ago now, your first real encounter with fans.
âWill you be watching?â
âOf course, imagine itâs just me in the audience. Just you and me.â
âCarlos Sainz VĂĄzquez de Castro Junior, ÂĄven aquĂ ahora mismo o llamarĂ© a tu padre! Quieres decepcionar a papĂĄ? Porque si lo haces no podrĂĄs venir mĂĄs a las carreras.â I canât help but laugh, hearing my wife scold my eldest.
Heâs likely run off again trying to find me or Lando or even Charles. Itâs nice to hear her speak Spanish. As soon as we found out she was pregnant, she began learning immediately. And she picked it up quick.
âI am shaking in my boots.â Her eyes shine seeing me. Clearly, sheâs tired, but still, she is glowing. âPapa!â The little man runs up to me at full speed. His Ferrari shirt is still too big for him at four. But he does insist heâs a big many and doesnât need the baby sizes. âAre you being naughty? Didnât I say we must always listen to Mama?â
His wide smile falls, âIâm sorry, papa,â I hate seeing him upset like this. But he does need to know that what she says goes. âYou know what they say, happy wife happy life.â Charles comes up behind me, tickling Junior making him cry out in giggles. He then greets Y/N and picks up one of the twins. Also tickling his feet as the other is as always perched on my wifeâs hip.
âAw man, this is why I love the Spanish GP so much,â Charles comments and I can hear my beautiful wife laugh again. âWhat? To admire my family?â He nods with a smile, âYou know it.â I canât help but shake my head. âAi, no, get your own.â Charles just rolls his eyes at my shenanigans before he is called away.
I place Junior down, telling him to sit tight. I then bend down and rub her swollen belly. âHow are you, mi amor? How is our girl treating you?â She sighs and her fingers find my hair.
âSheâs much nicer to me than these two were. But you know how it is when we get to the eight month mark.â I coo and kiss her head. I love seeing her swollen like this. Hands full with our children, in the role I have chosen for her.
âWhatâs on your mind?â Sheâs so warm and I just canât keep anything from her. When she wasnât pregnant it was hard to say no. Now, itâs basically impossible. âI think I should retireâŠâ Her brows furrow and her bottom lip pops out. Itâs no wonder where Junior gets it from. âI have a championship behind my back and this year is looking like anotherâŠâ
She shrugs and then nods, âYouâre his hero, you know? I just donât want to break that bubble for him.â I sigh, placing my head on her round stomach. The baby kicks my chin and I canât help but chuckle. âIâm 38, mi amor, my contract ends this year. I donât want to miss more of my kids growing up.â She holds my face in her hands, this is what I imagine heaven would be like.
âIâll support you all the way.â I nod and give her a kiss. She pulls Elija, the youngest closer to her. Theyâre just over a year old. âLook whoâs the main breadwinner now.â Elija just babbles on as a reply. This is more than enough for me.
Sheâs mine, all mine. Three beautiful kids with one on the way. A championship to my name. There is nothing else I could want.
The End.
I just want to quickly add, that this story was written before the Epstein list came out. If the mention of Noami Campbell is too much, please, please tell me so, so that I can delete the mention of her immediately. But like,,,, I'm just a girl and idk what to do đ€· please tell me what to dođ Okay, love you bye <3
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I'd just like to thank @multi-universe21 for the Spanish Translations for these last two chapters.
Summary: You're a hard-working Chef in Paris and after a freak accident run-in with Carlos Sainz, your life makes a 180. Let's just say with a certain agreement, you get your bills paid and in return stand in as Carlos' girlfriend for the press. But will you be able to handle the pressure and ensure the lines don't blur?
Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader
Warnings: I've aged up Carlos, he is 33 in this fic. Smut (Actually this time!!), sexual themes, age difference, manipulation, control, slight obsession, the word 'daddy', nudity, i guess Instagram posts?? Tell me if I missed any
Taglist: @httpjeonlicious, @f1lov3r, @messersandmesses, @hollie911, @oriconde08 @thehufflepuffavenger1 @fanboyluvr @thatgirlmj @whyamireadingthis @oriconde08 @depressedriches @roseseraj @skepvids @sain55wifey @distinguishedvoidlady @amatswimming @sachaa-ff @lightdragonrayne @lazybot @formula1mount @fangirl-dot-com @saintslewis @carlossainzwho @lordpercevalcharles @topguncultleader @kitixie @serp3ns0rtiae @hangmandruigandmav @therealone4r @keii134 @dark-night-sky-99 @jax-the-oregonian @hachrinnen @formulaal
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Part 13 ~Part 15 (coming soon)
GlamourÂ
âY/N Y/S/N; the new ambassador for Armani Beauty.â Â
Elle MagazineÂ
âY/N Y/S/N looks simply gorgeous in the new Armani Beauty: My Way perfume ad.â Â
Vogue MagazineÂ
âY/N Y/S/N puts new handbag brand DeMellier on the map with a stunning ad.â Â
Us WeeklyÂ
âDoes Y/N Y/S/N deserve her new found fame, or has it been sped up by boyfriend Carlos Sainz?â Â
Us WeeklyÂ
âY/N Y/S/Nâs fame has skyrocketed in the past view months, going from a mere 200 followers to 2 million in 3 months.â Â
E!NewsÂ
âCarlos Sainz and his girlfriend seen in Madrid. Her Instagram shows them moving in together.â Â
Y/Nâs_usernameÂ
05 October 2023Â
Liked by: CarlosSainz55, Charles_Leclerc, Alexandrasaintmleux, francisca.cgomes and 556,794 more.Â
Caption: What more could a girl ask for? The perfect birthday, the perfect boyfriend and the perfect life. 24 Years but this one has been the best, all thanks to you, Mon amour. đÂ
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CarlosSainz55: So much love for you Mi amor, happy birthday đÂ
Charles_Leclerc: Happy Birthday Y/N, you make Carlos so happy. Â
Charles_Leclerc: P.s. Carlos, youâre setting the bar too high. Â
Alexandrasaintmleux: Happy Birthday, gorgeous! đÂ
Francisca.cgomes: Happy Birthday, you amazing girl! So happy to have you part of the wags. To so many more get aways during those boring media days. đđđÂ
Username1: Y/Nâs getting that princess treatmentđÂ
Username2: Is it princess treatment or is she getting that sugar baby money?Â
Username1: No way, look at them! Theyâre in love. Â
Username2: What I canât look past is that age gapđÂ
Username3: The nicknames they have for each other? When is it my turnđÂ
Username4: Thatâs a ten year age gap! Thatâs not right. Â
Username5: I think itâs hot.Â
Username5: Someone play Lana Del Rey.Â
Y/NâsusernameÂ
13 November 2023
Liked by: CarlosSainz55, Charles_Leclerc, Alexandrasaintmleux, francisca.cgomes, LandoNorris and 493,618 more.Â
Sun, beach and the love of my life. Â
Tagged: CarlosSainz55Â Â
Comments:Â
CarlosSainz55: What more could I want? Â
Username1: Dead. Sheâs killed us all. Â
Username2: Iâd love to be those rocks. Lurking. Â
Username3: Sheâs living my dream life đÂ
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F1NewsÂ
âCarlos Sainzâs car is wrecked after driving over manhole cover.â Â
F1NewsÂ
âCarlos Sainz receives penalty after having to replace his Chassis.â Â
F1NewsÂ
âPeople are enraged after Carlos Sainzâs got recked during the train wreck that is the Las Vegas GP.â Â
Your heart is pounding as the loud bang rings through the entire paddock. You hadnât been watching the practice, youâd been enjoying a drink with Alex. It is Las Vegas after all, youâre there more to party than to watch the race. But the sound has you disregarding the drink entirely. Your eyes scan all over the hospitality, trying to find a tv or something to see what happened. Â
But when you do see that classic red Ferrar with the stripped 55 painted on illuminate in a huge cloud of sparks, your heart sinks into your shoes. Thatâs a lot more than normal, not to mention the sound has you panicking. You run through the hospitality sector all the way to the garage, right in time to see him box. Â
Carlos doesnât climb out instantly, he just sits there in the seat, his head lulled back on the headrest. It makes your heart race even more. He said on the coms that heâs okay, but this isnât much of a good sign. You can hear Caco in his hears telling me that heâs okay and everything will be alright. But, itâs not the same.  Â
Eventually though, he does climb out. Slowly at that, each of his movements happen at a snailâs pace. Even with his helmet off, he doesnât instantly find you. He just kind of stands there, still in shock. So instead, you find him. Not caring for the engineers. You wrap your arms tightly around him, he weighs heavy in your arms as if heâs leaning all your weight on him. Â
âAre you okay? You scared me half to death.â He lets out an airy chuckle. âIâm sorry, mi futura esposa, Iâm sorry.â Carlosâ voice is just as heavy as him. âWhat happened?â Caco comes next to you, more worried for his cousin than the formula one driver. Carlos sighs, his arm still wrapped around your waist, with you close by his side. Â
âI donât know. I hit something on the road and all of the suddenly I couldnât feel my legs and all I saw were sparks.â His eyes seem more scared than usual. âCome on, weâll go get you checked out.â He agrees with you.Â
 âThe engineers say the car is fucked. Completely shred the floor, your seat was exposed to the track. They say youâre incredibly lucky that you made it out unscathed.â Caco reports to Carlos while heâs being checked by the doctor. Carlosâ eyes finds your form when Caco says heâs luckily. âThey say you wonât be able to drive fp3.â Â
The driver sighs and just nods, he hasnât let go of your hand but refuses to meet your eyes. âCarlos, you seem more shaken up than usual.â You rub circles on his back after the doctor cleared him and told him to rest. The driver again sighs, âI donât know what it is. I couldnât feel or control my legs and it scared me. I couldnât control the car and all I could think about was you.â Â
Now finally his eyes peer into yours. You can see tears on the back of his eyes. Fear and worry all mix into one. You coo and pull him closer to you. âAll I could was what if I become paralyzed? I canât provide for you anymore. Iâd rather have died than have you see me like that.â You have to stifle a laugh because to you it seems almost silly. Â
You pull his head against your chest, wrapping your arms around him and your fingers deep into his locks. âDonât you remember, Carlos? Weâre more than just money now. We've talked about it before, marriage, kids, the whole thing. You know Iâd be with you, even if you were on the streets. It seems that crash really did a number on you.â You ruffle his hair with your fist, forcing his giggles out. Â
âThis is so fucking stupid!â His voice booms through the garage. People run to hide, trying not to be on the receiving end of Carlosâ anger. Or even worse, make him even angrier. Not you, you sit right where you are. Everything in you wants to go and comfort him, but you know thatâll only make it worse, he hates it when you see him angry. He says itâs not for you, you should only see him angry, when you want him angry. Heâll find you when heâs ready.Â
Not this time. He finds you, in the middle of taking photos with you assistant. Carlos grabs you by the arm and begins to drag you. âCome.â Itâs all he says and youâre struggling to keep up with his pace. âCarlos, what happened?â He doesnât say a word but soon enough you hear the door slam shut. Your back is shoved up against the same door with the same aggression that it was slammed shut. Â
Carlosâ lips attack yours with a vigour. While yes itâs true that ever since you kissed him at the Singapore Grand Prix, its been hard to keep his lips off you, itâs never been this assertory. Heâs pressed his body hard against yours. His tongue is roaming your mouth. His hands wander about your body, until it starts creeping up your shirt. Itâs as if heâs trying to become you, fore himself into your shoes. Thatâs when it has to stop. Â
With a gentle push against his chest, and the call out of his name, he stops. His brows pulled together, fury still sharp in his eyes, but not towards you. âCarlos, I know this isnât how you planned this. I wonât mind, but I donât want you to jump the gun just because youâre upset.â His gaze goes softer before he pulls you in for the tightest hug. Â
His head is in the crook of your neck, âIâm sorry, mi futura esposa, itâs just such bullshit.â There is that nickname again, he forbade you from googling it. âWhat is?â He sighs and then lets go of you. He takes off his hat and rakes it through his hair, all while taking a seat on the couch. âTen place grid penalty. After I wouldâve been in second.â Â
Carlos looks so beat up, completely hopeless and you just want to take away all his hurt. Even feeling the need to cry for him. This has been a great year for him, and now such nonsense. âIâm sorry, Mon Amour. Youâre right, itâs not fair. Itâs their fault, canât you appeal?â He nods but still with a puff of air. âWe are appealing, but itâs unlikely that itâll change.â Â
You push out your bottom lip, he chuckles at your reaction. âCome with, Iâm sure your pout will make them change their mind.â He pulls you closer by the waist and rests his head on your stomach. Clearly heâs exhausted. Your hands rake through his hair, hoping it helps even just a little. âCarlos?â He doesnât even bother to raise his head, but he does hum in reply. Â
âYou promised youâd go clubbing with me, but I donât want you to go if youâre too tired.â He raises his head and then shakes it no. âDonât worry, mi futura esposa, itâll help be burn off some steam.â It warms your heart that he always does so much for you. âYou mean it?â He stands up, and gives you a peck on the lips. âOf course, mi futura esposa, you can wear that new necklace I got you.â Â
Sweaty bodies push against the other. You donât notice, because only one body is touching yours. Carlosâ hands are on your hips as you move to the rhythm. Heâs got his shirt buttoned down low, and he just looks so delectable. As if he should be the perfume model between the two of you. You can tell heâs already starting to feel better. Â
Neither of you have really drunk anything, youâre just high on each other. Enjoying the otherâs touch and the music. Soon though, the few mocktails you had catch up to you, Carlos waits outside the bathroom. You can still hear the music, but it doesnât thud as loud. You can finally her your own thoughts and someone calling your name. Â
Only to turn around and see Jasmine and Ilsa. They both greet you with smiles, âY/N, what are you doing here?â They ask, wanting to go in for a hug but you just give them the cold shoulder. âItâs the Las Vegas Grand Prix, why else would I be here? Better question, why are you two here.â Their smiles falter just a bit. Â
âWeâre on a girls trip. We wanted to invite you, but you blocked us on everything...â Jas explains, you donât remember doing that. Maybe Carlos did, he does have access to everything after all. If he decided to block them, then itâs the better option. You havenât missed them one bit, after all you rarely saw them anymore. Â
You cross your arms, âYou planned a girls trip to Las Vegas, on the weekend of the GP and didnât expect to see me? Strange coincidence huh?â They grimace at your words. âDid Carlos buy you that?â Itâs Ilsa this time, her words are more sour. You touch the diamond necklace sitting comfortably on your neck and nod. Â
âIt was a birthday present.â She scoffs and rolls her eyes. âNo, Y/N, it was the cost of your family. Youâve sold off every sign of yourself just for the glamourous life.â Her words are sharp like the diamonds youâre wearing. But what does she know? Never before have you been happier. You have nothing to worry about. Â
Your assistant books your modelling jobs, takes your photos, makes the videos. Carlos takes you everywhere with him, and you donât even have to plan a single thing. You havenât thought about money or the cost of something in months. Not to mention youâre healthier than ever. You havenât gotten sick this whole time and your confidence has sky-rocketed. And all you really have to do in return is be yourself.  Â
âReally? Is that how you see it?â She glares you down for your words. âItâs true though, isnât it? You gave up us, your family, your future and passion for cheffing. All for what? Some diamonds and dick?â What? Is that really something she just said? Losing them was clearly the better thing to do. Â
âIf you guys had really known me, you wouldâve known that cheffing has never been my true passion, so clearly giving you and that up was the better choice. And I havenât lost a family, Iâve gained a better one. Because the Sainz has welcomed me with open arms and have treated me better than those fuckers ever did. So excuse me for living a happy life, and not choosing to suffer like you lot!â Â
Us WeeklyÂ
âY/N Y/S/N says she has met her idol after talking with Madeleine White at Las Vegas GP.â Â
Us WeeklyÂ
âCarlos Sainz and his girlfriend seen blowing off steam after horrible first practice.âÂ
Glamour MagazineÂ
âPeople are shocked as Y/N Y/S/N is seen wearing $300k worth in diamonds, sources states itâs one of her many birthday presents.â Â
Gossip MagazineÂ
âY/N Y/S/Nâs party looks this Las Vegas Grand Prix:Â
Y/NâsusernameÂ
9 December 2023Â
Liked by CarlosSainz55, landonorris, charles_leclerc and 539,072 moreÂ
It is such an honour that Dior allowed me to wear one of their vintage dresses. Much more to come between us. So proud of Mon amour for all that he has accomplished this year. Next year will be our year, Ferrari. đÂ
Tagged: CarlosSainz55Â
Comments:Â
CarlosSainz55: So honoured to call you mine. You looked gorgeous, mi amour. Â
CarlosSainz55: Also you promised you wouldnât post that last pictuređÂ
Y/Nâsusername: But you look so cuteđ« Â
Y/Nâsusername: Not to mention, I need to give the people what they want!Â
Charles_Leclerc: These two were inseparableđ€Â
LandoNorris: Y/N, youâre taking my spot đÂ
Y/Nâsusername: Donât worry, he still talks about you all the time.Â
LandoNorris: Thatâs not enoughđÂ
Username1: Mother is mothering. Â
Username2: That caption canât mean nothingđÂ
Username1: Mother is a mastermind... Â
Username3: Y/N x Dior coming soon?? Â
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26 December 2023
Liked by Y/Nâsusername, LandoNorris, Charlec_Leclerc and 639,706 moreÂ
Our first Christmas together and I loved every second of it. Missing the racing, missing the fans. Canât help but feel loved. Â
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Y/Nâsusername: đđÂ
Y/Nâsusername: Hope you enjoy your presentđÂ
Username1: Missing F1 so muchđÂ
Username2: Damn...Carlos got himself a baddyđÂ
Username3: No one cares about her, we just want more Ferrari!Â
CarlosSainz55: If you care about me, you have to care about her. Â
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26 December 2023
Liked by CarlosSainz55, Charles_Leclerc, Alexandrasaintmleux, francisca.cgomes, LandoNorris and 497,309 moreÂ
Itâs a nice car and all but all I really wanted for Christmas, is youđÂ
tagged: CarlosSainz55Â Â
CarlosSainz55: But the car was a pretty good present, wasnât it?Â
Y/Nâsusername: I wonât lie, I love it so muchđÂ
Alexandrasaintmleux: How did you get Carlos to do the last photo? đÂ
Y/Nâsusername: He does just about anything I ask đ€·đÂ
LandoNorris: Damn, Carlos, she has you whipped đÂ
Y/Nâsusername: You know itđÂ
CarlosSainz55: Who wouldnât beđÂ
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The sun is blazing down on you, youâve gotten a much more golden colour since youâve been with Carlos. Even so, he insists that he wears sunscreen. Not that he needs the sun. As he stands now, chiselled and defined, glowing like a hot flame, heâs the perfect advertisement for Spain and lust. Â
Lust especially, when he looks at you as he does now. He hasnât looked away from you for the past few minutes now. Carlos is drinking up every inch of your form. Soon enough, his trance is broken as he makes his way to you. His hand follows the curve of your leg all the way to your middle. Â
âHave I told you how beautiful you look today?â He whispers into your ear, handing you the mojito he had just made for you. You hum, âOnly in passing, but never in enough detail.â He chuckles but then looks so giddy. âLet me make that right then.â He takes your free hand and places a kiss on your knuckles. Â
âIâd like to think your beauty surpasses that of any other. The Greek statues in Athens, weâre all modelled after you. But none of them achieved, because they havenât truly captured you. The statues do not smile, they do not laugh, they do not love me the way you do.â His words are like sweet melodies, but like said before, itâs much more detailed than before. Â
But the reason for it is revealed, when from his swim shorts he pulls out a velvet red box, now you really notice than he is down on one knee. The tears pool in your eyes. âThis might seem crazy, and I know itâs only been six months, but you told me yourself you like a fast pace.â A chuckle escapes the both of and you can see happy tears in his eyes. Â
âIâm crazy about you, absolutely obsessed. Youâve changed me, changed the way I think, forever, and I can only imagine the man Iâll be if we spend forever together. So, will you become mi futura esposa and marry me?â The answer slips out before a thought even makes it way through you. âYes. Yes, of course, yes.â Â
He slips the ring over your finger, not fast enough for your lips to find each other. His passion is even more than the night in Vegas. So, so much more. But this time, itâs filled with so much loved. Placed intention of showing you that you wonât regret this decision. Before you know it, his arms are under your legs and he places you on the only bed in the yacht. Â
Carlosâ lips are all over your body. His hands expertly slip your bikini from your body. âJoder, nena, he esperado tanto para esto.â He says in between kisses, his lips leaving marks wherever he goes. Before long, his hands cup around your boobs. He pulls and plucks, sparks of pleasure roll over you. âEnglish, Carlos.â Â
He chuckles and shakes his head, âNo, no mi prometida, my brain canât translate now.â You laugh but it quickly turns into a moan when he cups your groan. His fingers find your clit within an instant. He has you moaning and begging his name quite easily. Luckily for you, youâre in the middle of the ocean and can be as loud as you want. Â
âHmm, nena, quiero, quiero, taste you. But, no puedo esperar mĂĄs, need to be inside you.â His tongue is struggling to keep up with his mind. His languages mixing into one big mix because youâre the only thing he can focus on. It doesnât help that each time he rolls his r it makes you even wetter than he already has you. Â
He slides his swim shorts off, and your eyes go big at his sheer size. Youâd eye him in race suit before, but itâs nothing compared to the real thing. But his lips swallow your worries. âNo te preocupes, cariño, you can take me, Iâll be gentle.â He lines himself up with you, then holds onto you shoulders and guides himself inside you. Â
Itâs as if you fit together like puzzle pieces. Yes, it does burn at first, but complying with your pleas, he begins to moves. A slow gentle pace, te sientes tan bien, mi amor,â he comforts by your ear. Whispering praises, âYouâre so tight,â along with his kisses and nibbles. He has you in the seventh heaven. Â
All you can feel is him buried deep inside you, along with his gentle touches and longing kisses. All you can smell is him, he doesnât smell like burnt tired anymore. No, he smells like the ocean and the new perfume you got him for Christmas. All you can hear is his praises, him whisper about your wet self and how youâre his. âMine, only mine.â Â
Soon enough, the knot in your stomach makes itself known. And he too, begins to increase his speed. In a sudden and rapid rise, you both reach your climax. Maybe you sooner than him, but there is little control or judgement now. All that there is love for the other. And the bliss of finally be able to feel his body warm in yours. Â
What could possibly ruin this?
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Summary: You're a hard-working Chef in Paris and after a freak accident run-in with Carlos Sainz, your life makes a 180. Let's just say with a certain agreement, you get your bills paid and in return stand in as Carlos' girlfriend for the press. But will you be able to handle the pressure and ensure the lines don't blur?
Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader
Warnings: I've aged up Carlos, he is 33 in this fic. Smoking, smut, sexual themes, age difference, manipulation, control, slight obsession, the word 'daddy', nudity, a garbage family, family trauma, disowning, tell me if I missed any
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Word count: 3,2k
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âElle dort profondĂ©ment, la journĂ©e a Ă©tĂ© longue.â Y/Nâs brother and parents both look up at me in shock. I canât help but laugh at their expressions. Weâve been here three days and if it werenât for her family, it would be idyllic.
Weâve gone hiking in the beautiful mountains, sheâs shown me all around her hometown. She has so many memories here, a lot of them good, but when I hear the things her mother says to her, I canât but wonder if sheâs sugar coating some of it. Â
âWhat? You didnât think that me, a million-dollar man who travels the world every day, with a French teammate, wouldnât speak French? Not even a little?â I can only sigh at their foolishness; I see now why my sweet girl is so easy to...shape. Luckily for her, she has me and no one would dare hurt her with me around. Her family, however, after what Iâve seen they donât get the same lenience. Â
 I sit down on the table, âTell me, how much do you want?â If I was some old-timey villain I would take out my checkbook and write some obscure numbers with lots of zeros. Her brother furrows his brows, âHow much of what?â
I chuckle, I thought at least he would be smarter, I guess not. âMoney. How much do you want to never speak to Y/N ever again?â Her mother scoffs and begins rambling about just how important she is to her. Â
âLook, youâre a terrible influence on my precious girl. You make her feel terrible about herself after I spent all that time convincing her otherwise. Now, we can do as normal families do and only see each other on the holidays. Even then, itâs going be exhausting for her. So, why donât we just take a short cut? How much money for you to kick her out of your life, permanently?â Her brother looks appalled and disgusted. Â
His fist goes to find my jaw, but I catch his hand before he even comes close. âBe serious, you might be a rough and tough city farm boy, but Iâve spent years of my life practising my reflexes.â I take him by his shoulders and shove him back down in his chair. âHow much will it be, mom, dad? Fifty thousand, a hundred thousand, or shall we go into the millions?â Everyone goes quiet at the numbers Iâm talking of. Â
âSee? That wasnât so hard? Now, Cash or Card?â Â
âTheyâre so unbelievable! You know what, no, Iâm glad that they did this. Sheâs been nothing but a cruel bitch all my life. Now that Iâm happy, she hates it.â She screams into the phone, sheâs standing next to the bathroom trying to get some distance from other people.
âNo, I donât care if theyâre my family, who says that to someone?â She scoffs, likely sheâs talking to Jasmine and Ilsa, I know Alex and Kika would defend me. Â
Sheâs angry, a wrinkle in a brow and I just want to make it all go away. Maybe even, Iâll have to get rid of those two friends as well. Theyâre not good for her either. âI know Iâve only known him for a month and a half, but itâs been the best few weeks of my life! Itâs been better than anything Iâve had with that fucked family of mine. And the fact that you two canât see that, really shows me something about you two.â Â
Her footsteps are loud on the floor of the plane. She throws her phone on the seat and plops herself down in my lap. Instantly her head finds the crook of my neck and her small hand takes fists full of my shirt. She pulls me as close as possible to me and wrap my arms around her. This is where she belongs, nowhere else but in my arms. Â
 Her whole-body shakes as sobs make its way through her. âNo te preocupes, mi dulce niña. Estoy aquĂ para ti. No importan, sĂłlo estamos tĂș y yo. Just you and me. You have me now, you donât need them.â I soothe her cries, rubbing circles on her back as she mumbles on about how awful they are and how evil theyâre being.
I know itâs better for her in the long run, but it hurts my heart to see her like this. Hurting. At the same time, having her cling to me as if I am her lifeline is a feeling I canât help but savour. Â
âCarlos, where are we going?â A sigh escapes me. âSingapore, for the next race. But I have to talk to you about it.â She raises her head; she has these big doe eyes that has this melting effect on me. Yet at the same time, it makes the khakiâs Iâm wearing tighter than Iâd like it to be. âThis is going to be the hardest race of the year. For the rest of the week until at least Friday, Iâm going to be very busy with very hard training.â Â
I know for a fact that this is the worst time possible to leave her alone. Right now, I need to be with her every moment. She has to be with me and no one else otherwise my whole plan will be for nothing. I have to be the only one comforting her, if not sheâll think that she can rely on others. My sweet thing whines at the realisation and goes to hide her face again but I stop her before she does. Â
âI know, Iâm sorry. But, I really donât want to leave mi dulce niña alone, no?â She shakes her head, wiping her tears with the same hoodie Iâd given her at the very beginning. I might have blasted the AC, just to see her wear it again. I know it gives her comfort and she just looks like a doll with it on. So small and so cute, I feel as if the love is oozing from my heart. Â
âNow, we have one of two options. Itâs not too late, we can still turn this plane around. Get you a nice, big apartment somewhere in France.â She stops me before I can even continues.
âNo, I donât ever want to see that damn country ever again. What if I see one of them again? Iâd much rather live on the streets.â I canât help but smirk, taking her small hands into mine. Â
âI thought so. What about somewhere in Madrid? Why donât you move in with me?â Her eyes go even bigger and bites down on that puffy lower lip of hers. I adjust her to sit on my other leg, the friction between us making me rock hard. Soon after, her eyes avoid mine. Her eyebrows pull together and I canât help but reach up and smooth the crinkle in her forehead.Â
So much seems to be running through her mind, and it shouldnât be. Things should be easy for her, look pretty and be my pet. That should be the end of it. But this world can be so heartless and make the important people in our lives hurt. âTell me, mi niña bonita, whatâs going on in that pretty head of yours?â Â
She sighs and then gives me those big doe eyes again. This time theyâre all puffy from crying, and she looks just as beautiful as the day I met her. âDaddy, I donât want to leave your side.â
Her words are like lava through my body. I take her chin and give her a kiss on her cheek. âI know, baby, but what other option is there? Follow me everywhere I go? Youâll get bored, Iâm sure.â She doesnât hesitate and shakes her head. Â
âNo, no, I promise. Iâll be good.â This would be more perfect than any other option. Having her by my side for the whole world to see. âI donât know, cosas dulce,â itâs mostly just an act, I want her to beg. âPlease Daddy, please?â She jumps ever so slightly on my lap and I canât help but holding her waist to keep her still, not knowing how much longer I can hold out. Especially when sheâs like this. Â
Y/N takes her small hands and hold my face. Then she places a kiss on my cheek, then the other. I take her petite hands in mind. âOh, alright, but no whining missy.â I hold out my hand, showing how stern I am. But she wraps her fingers around mine and gives me the biggest brightest smile. âYou know I canât say no to you.â Â
âCarlos?â I had just finished pretty extensive training for the race. The whole gym roomâs heat is all the way up to 30 Degrees Celsius, sweat is dripping off me. My hair is wet, luckily my girl gave me one of her headbands to keep my hair out of my face.
I could see her eyeing me the whole time. I couldnât bare the heat much long, and just had to take my shirt of. Or maybe it was tactical to get her attention, nobody will ever know. Â
âYes, mi querido?â She gets up from her seat, discarding her phone which she had been so engulfed in before. Her hips sway, she too is sweating and is wearing the smallest little shorts Iâve seen in a while. It entrances me, every time she walks, the way her legs move. The way those tiny shorts sits a way below her naval. Showing off what all the boys are missing out on. Â
Y/N makes her way over to me, her fingers dancing on my shoulder. âNo, mi cosa bonita, you donât want to touch me. Iâm sweaty and smelly.â She scoffs and wraps her arms around my neck. âYouâre saying that like I care.â I canât help but chuckle at her attitude. Yes, last week changed her, but so far itâs for the better. My hands find her hips, âYouâve been looking so good lately, cosas dulce.â Â
Her laugh alights my whole body. âYouâve been using that one a lot lately, Iâll have to google it,â I pretend to wince at her words. âNo, cosas dulce, I might get in trouble.â Now she really does laugh, throwing her head back like she does when sheâs comfortable. âWhy do you laugh?â She shakes her head, âYou, Mister Sainz, could never get in trouble with me. Youâve been nothing but perfect.â Â
I pull her closer to me, our hips touching the other. âIs that so? Iâll have to hold you up to that.â I canât help but place kisses all over her bare neck. âExcept right now.â My heart rises and Iâm just glad the monitors arenât on.
Has she found out? No, no it canât be. If she did, sheâd be a lot more upset. Or would she? Would she be happy that I did it? Relief to get rid of them and have them well cared for at the same time. She doesnât look happy now, but she doesnât look to upset. Â
âIâm scrolling through Instagram, right, only to see an edit about you. Guess my surprise that I found out through an Instagram reel that I missed your birthday!â Oh yes, that, is that really all? I canât help but laugh at how serious she is. âYou didnât miss it; we did celebrate it.â Her eyebrows furrow, âWhat do you mean?â I love the way her long hair sways to the side when sheâs confused. Â
âYour fashion show, after the shopping trip. It was more than enough of a present for me. Not to mention you got the sunglasses, with our initials on them.â She scoffs and rolls her eyes.
âYou keep calling me hardheaded, but you can be even more dense than me.â I laugh, she can be so complex. Switching from soft and needing to be held one moment, to sassy and chatty the next. I love every moment. Â
A hum escapes me, âArenât you brave, talking to me like that, cosas dulce?â She ignores my words and carries on. âIt doesnât count as a birthday gift, if I didnât even know itâs your birthday.â I sigh, seeing now that sheâs going to be persistent on this. âThatâs why I love it so much. You gave me a gift without even knowing. Call it something poetic, like our souls just knowing, or something simple. Like the kindness you give me that no one else does.â Â
She pushes out her bottom lips and her eyes go all big again. âCarlos, thatâs really beautiful.â She pulls me down by the neck and gives me a kiss on the cheek. Oh, how I cherish those. I remember each and every one. âBut, at least allow me to make you dinner tonight.â I donât want her going through all the trouble, or making too much of a fuss. Â
âDonât bother, cosas dulce. Thereâs no point in celebrating. 34 Years and I spent most of them racing, to no avail. A team that fucks me over, another year with no win and still no championship behind my name. And the rookies are getting younger and younger, and better and better. Iâm sure Iâll lose my seat in a year or two and after that, itâs retirement for me.â
I didnât mean to spill out all my thoughts just like that. But when she looks at me with those eyes, I wanât to tell her everything. Â
She cooes and pulls me tight in her arms. âDonât talk like that. Iâm sure you want our kids to see you race at least once.â What? She surprises me again and again. This is good, very good. Sheâs seeing what I see. Our goals are aligning. Before long Iâll have her all to myself. âYou mean it?â Her smile lights up the room and my life. Â
âOf course, now give me your card. Brutis, Otis and I are going grocery shopping.â Thatâs my girl. No longer afraid to ask. âYou know where it is, cosas dulce.â Â
I can hear music blasting through the hotel room, along with my girl screaming the lyrics at the top of her lungs, like always. Sheâs dancing and swaying to the music. Her hips move in ways that entice. But the most attractive thing about her, is that she looks as happy as can be. Pure joy radiates off her like the sunâs rays. Nothing is as beautiful as her delight and I just need to be a part of it. Â
I scoop her up in my arms and place her on the first open space on the counter. She breaks out in giggles, âArenât I glad youâre feeling better,â she mutters between laughs as I make marks all over her neck and shoulders.
âHow can I not with such a beauty in my arms?â She blushes and still giggles as my scruff tickles her. But soon she gently pushes me away, not far, by the chest. Her hands there is like fuel to my engine. Sparking my whole body to keep her here, trapped.
âYouâre just in time,â she smiles jumping off and plating the food she had made. âI made FideuĂ .â At just the mention, memories of my childhood come rushing back. Big Christmas family dinners, with lots of people. Kids running around, screaming with delight, as people laugh and drink lots of wine. âAh, mi amor, now you are bringing back some good memories, no?â Â
Y/Nâs smile is big as she hands me the plate and pours some white wine. The first bite is perfect, the taste of fish explodes in my mouth. After itâs the texture of the pasta and the hint of Saffron.
âWow, I must say, mi amor, this is as good as Mamaâs.â This makes her smile as wide as ever. âReally, you mean it? Youâre not lying?â There are some slight differences, but itâs incredibly hard to notice. I shake my head no. Â
âItâs almost identical.â She blooms with joy and her cheeks are just so faintly red. âCaco sent me the recipe from your mom.â I should have known. âMy, my, already in kahoots with my family.â I pull her into my lap as we both enjoy our dinners. âSpeaking of, mi amor, I want you to meet my family. And I know you still feel unsure about moving in with me. But if you meet my parents and see the city...â Â
Her gaze is stuck on her dinner as she just moves the shrimp around. âIâll meet your parents, but I wonât promise you anything.â Thatâs good enough. Thatâs more than good enough. Â
Xxxx Â
There is a blazing heat through the paddock. Everyone is sweating and I can only imagine Carlos must be so uncomfortable in his racing suit. Boiling hot, you can see his hair is sweating but you know he wonât wear his headband in public.
Itâs a maybe five minutes until they play the national anthem. Yet still through the flurry of everything and everyone he still makes his way towards where you stand with Caco in the garage. Â
He hands you his drink, with the weird tube and everything, clearly given to him by Rupert. âHere, itâs very hot, remember to drink a lot of water.â You sigh and take him by the race suit.
âCarlos. Your race starts in twenty mintues, you shouldnât be bothering yourself with me.â He clicks his tongue. âSiempre tan testarudo,â you sigh, youâve googled it before and he says it so much that you know heâs calling you hardheaded. Â
âCarlos!â The people call out his name, they could get a penatly if he misses the song. âIâm coming! Caco, asegĂșrate de que bebe mucha agua.â He speaks to his cousin, who agrees. He goes to leave but you grab him by his suit and pull him back. His lips fit perfectly onto yours. He pulls you close by the waist, his other hand rake deep into your hair. Â
He kisses you back with such passion. Like a fire lighting between you two. Your soul finally finds rest. Youâve been wanting this for weeks and now youâre finally taking it for yourself. And you can tell by the way he holds you and pulls you closer that this is what heâs wanted. Heâs been yearning for it just as much as you have. Â
Finally, when there is no air left in your lungs youâre forced to break apart. âIâll move in with you.â His whole body comes alive with joy. âReally?â His smile is wider than Iâve ever seen before. âYes really, now go before Ferrari fine me themselves!â Â
Hollywood LifeÂ
âY/N Y/S/Nâs content quality and quality raises, could she have gotten herself a full PR team?âÂ
GlamourÂ
âFans are going crazy as the boost in Y/N Y/S/Nâs conent shows new insight on her and her boyfriend Carlos Sainzâs life thatâs never been seen before.â Â
Page SixÂ
âCarlos Sainz and his girlfriend seem to be attached at the hip.â Â
Us WeeklyÂ
âPeople are freaking out over Carlos Sainzâs post race interview:Â
âThe first non-Red Bull win of the season. What would you like to say?âÂ
âIâd like to thank my girlfriend. Sheâs the reason for this trophy. I know I should be thanking the team, but I know theyâd much rather have Charles win this. So, this is for her.âÂ
E!NewsÂ
âCarlos Sainz and his girlfriend seen celebrating in a club with Lando Norris as the DJ.âÂ
People MagazineÂ
âFans are swooning after a video of Carlos Sainz winking to his girlfriend on the first place podium surfaces.â Â
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Before we start, I'd just like to wish you all a very happy New Year! Know that there is plenty more to come from me in the coming year. And also thank you all for 420 followers (haha nice), I'm still in shock that people keep coming back and wants more. Believe it or not, this is the most active community and website I have ever written for and I'm so glad to have found Tumblr. Anyways enjoy xoxo
Summary: You're a hard-working Chef in Paris and after a freak accident run-in with Carlos Sainz, your life makes a 180. Let's just say with a certain agreement, you get your bills paid and in return stand in as Carlos' girlfriend for the press. But will you be able to handle the pressure and ensure the lines don't blur?
Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader
Warnings: I've aged up Carlos, he is 33 in this fic. Smoking, smut, sexual themes, age difference, manipulation, control, slight obsession, the word 'daddy', nudity, a garbage family, family trauma, disowning, tell me if I missed any
Taglist: @httpjeonlicious, @f1lov3r, @messersandmesses, @hollie911, @oriconde08 @thehufflepuffavenger1 @fanboyluvr @thatgirlmj @whyamireadingthis @oriconde08 @depressedriches @roseseraj @skepvids @sain55wifey @distinguishedvoidlady @amatswimming @sachaa-ff @lightdragonrayne @lazybot @formula1mount @fangirl-dot-com @saintslewis @carlossainzwho @lordpercevalcharles @topguncultleader @kitixie @serp3ns0rtiae @hangmandruigandmav @therealone4r @keii134 @dark-night-sky-99 @jax-the-oregonian @hachrinnen
Word count: 3,1k
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Part 11~Part 13 (coming soon)
âEchantĂ© de voi rencontre, Monsur.â Carlos is trying his best, but at the moment he is butchering your home-tongue. You canât but be nervous, he however seems as calm as a cucumber about meeting your parents. Heâs got the sunglasses on that you gave him. You can see from where your sitting, your initials carved into the side. âNo, no, mon cher. Good try, but itâs EnchantĂ© de vous rencontrer, Monsieur.â Â
He sighs, rubbing his face in his hands. He looks so much more relaxed already. Heâs got short khakiâs on and a casual button up shirt. Youâve hired a more practical car for the week, one with a big trunk. You got your family lots of presents and might have overpacked a bit. Still not used to having such a big amount of money. But even still, you have the sunroof open, enjoying the county side air. Â
âIâm sorry, mi querida,â he shakes his head and rakes his fingers through his hair. You canât help yourself, tucking the stray hairs that fray in the wind behind his ears. âI shouldâve gotten a haircut before we came.â He sighs, but you can see that he enjoys your touch. âNo, it is the perfect length, donât change a thing about it.â He gives a side-eye but you can only laugh. âNo, itâs in the way.âÂ
You pout, âNo, your hair is just long enough to...grab...â you mutter, taking a handful of hair and pulling on it ever so slightly. Surprisingly, a growl escapes his throat. The noise causes a warmth to spread through your body.
The sunlight hits his skin just beautifully, he looks like hot caramel. Something you want to drizzle into your mouth. Youâre sure you could cook a steak on his sizzling skin. Â
âThis is your home then?â He asks, while caring the bags. He refuses to let you carry a single one. You nod and then knock on the door. âIt is a small house for 7 people, no?â Heâs not wrong. âOui, us three girls had to share a room and the boys shared a room.â He grimaces at your words, âThen one day we will have a big house.â You blush at his words and wrap your arms around his, all while subtly taking a photo. Â
The door opens, you only now realise how short your mom has gotten. Or maybe it really has been so long. âAh, ma fille, tu viens enfin rendre visite Ă ta vieille mĂšre. Cela fait si longtemps et enfin tu ramĂšnes un homme Ă la maison!â She instantly starts rambling and then opens up her arms and gives Carlos a big hug. âN'es-tu pas si beau? Quel est votre nom et pourquoi ĂȘtes-vous avec ma fille?â Â
Carlos looks like a fish out of water. His face is entirly blank and he just seems to be nodding along. âEnchantĂ© de vous rencontrer, Mademoiselle,â he stutters through the French, his Spanish accent still blatantly obvious. Your mother just frowns at his bad French. âHe doesnât speak French.â Her wide smile turns sour, âPourquoi faire venir un homme inutile qui ne parle pas français?â Â
You sigh and then nudge him, âthe presents,â you whisper. âIl s'appelle Carlos et il a apportĂ© des cadeaux.â Now she really does smile as he holds up the presents. âOui, come in, come in.â Like always, he allows you to walk in first.
âWhat did she say?â He asks to you in a whisper. You sigh and shake your head. âNothing that you need to worry yourself about.â You give him a kiss on the cheek, trying to soothe his usually worry. Â
âApportez-lui quelque chose Ă boire, je suis sĂ»r qu'il est fatiguĂ© aprĂšs son trĂšs long voyage.â You sigh, of course she asks that of you. As if you and him didnât have the same trip. You turn to Carlos after he sat down along with your mother to open her present, that you picked out.Â
 âCarlos, what would you like to drink?â He frowns and then stands up. He takes your arm and then leads you to the couch. âYou must be tired, mi querido, it was a four-hour trip, Iâm sure you are tired.â He leads you to sit down next to him, he pulls you into his side. Everything in you wants to cuddle into his side, but you can feel your motherâs judgemental eyes on you. Â
Instead, you shake your head, âMy mother insists that I get you something to drink. You did drive after all.â You can see the tick in his jaw, clearly not happy with this. He smiles, forced clearly, âPlease tell your mother I donât need anything to drink.â You sigh and do just so and she replies with some comment insisting you do just that. Yes, you are exhausted but even still you stand and pour him a drink. Â
âJe vais lui montrer la chambre.â You grab him by the arm and pull him up towards your old bedroom. Quite ungracefully you fall on your childhood bed. He smirks, but his smile is quick to fall. âMi dulce niña, does she always make you feel like this?â Carlos asks you give and exhausted laugh. âYou donât even know what she said,â you peak at him, and he pulls you into his lap. Â
He kisses your forehead, âTell me," You sigh and rest you head on his shoulder. âWhen she met you, she went, âyouâre so handsome why are you dating my daughter?â And then she went, âyouâre so stupid bringing a man that doesnât even speak French.â Then after that it was, âpoor thing heâs so tired bring him something to drink.â As if I wasnât on the exact same trip as you!â Â
His jaw locks and his arms wrap tighter around you, âDoes she always speak to you like that,â you sigh and sink deeper into his arms. âWhy do you think I brought you with. Call you my armour,â you laugh, actually hiding behind his arms. He laughs, but itâs the same type of awkward type, âWhere is your dad, is he any better?â Â
You hum and then walk down the stairs again after taking your breather and then ask your Maman where your father is. âHe is outside with your brother, working hard as always,â she says, still in French.
âReally, which one?â You ask, opening the back door, only to see your oldest brother chopping wood while your father carves the same wood right next to him. âBĂ©r!â You call out and once he sees you, he smiles. Â
You walk into the back fields, Carlos trailing behind you and when you do finally meet your brother, he gives you a warm hug. âFinally, back in your own country,â he comments, and you canât help but furrow your brows. âWhat do you mean?â You ask, you havenât told anyone about anything. âYou think I havenât noticed? I am not like Mama and Papa who do not own a phone and use the libraryâs computer to email you.â Â
You frown and watch his eyes. Theyâre train on Carlos who seems to be struggling with the mud and his very expensive shoes. âTraveling the world with mister Armani,â he teases you like always, and you canât help but step on his shoes. âEnchantĂ©, Monsieur.â Carlos holds out his hand and it makes you and your brother laugh out loud. âDonât worry, race-man... I am not her father.â You jab your brother in the stomach. Â
âBut heâs even worse.â He groans and then begins complaining in French but youâre quick to stop him. âConnard, you know Carlos doesnât speak French, clearly, youâve been stalking him. So donât be an ass,â BĂ©renger sighs at your words and then translates for Carlos.
âI was just saying that I you see in your fancy Ferrari and your expensive shoes, no one in the family can understand someone like you being with a dull girl like her.â He shrugs and you both laugh, itâs the way you talk as siblings. Â
Even so, Carlosâ expression turns sour. âHe much more than that BĂ©renger, now, play nice.â Before you turn to leave to say hello to your father, you ask your brother one last thing. This time in French, because youâd rather not have Carlos know just yet. âHow is Papa today?â You brother hesitates, knowing exactly what youâre talking about. âHeâs there, like before, no confusion yet today.â Â
You nod and make your way over. âBonjour Papa, Iâve come to visit.â Your father looks up to you, his eyes clear. Not that his personality has changed much, he replies in a gruff tone. âWhoâs the boy?â His eyes are like daggers on Carlos.
âHeâs my boyfriend,â your dad rolls his eyes. âYeah, sure. And for how long is he going to put up with you?â You laugh, like always keeping the peace. âIâm not some terrible burden. At least, not in his eyes.â Â
Like always he just replies with a scoff. Â
Before long, youâre washing dishes after dinner. âMi paloma, please tell your mother the dinner was delicious.â You can feel his big strong arms wrap around your waist. Youâre sure he's feeling a bit alone. Itâs only been you and your brother here who can even speak English.
You smile, âThank you, Carlos, but she didnât make it.â Itâs the truth, the whole evening BĂ©renger and Carlos chopped wood, all while you have to take care of your motherâs ever whim, like always. Â
It doesnât bother you; itâs always been like this. But you can tell itâs getting to Carlos. âNo wonder I liked it so much, itâs your cooking. But, mi dulce niña, you barely ate, arenât you hungry?â He caresses yours even as you continue washing. âThank you, Carlos, itâs nice hearing some positive words after that dinner.â He sighs, burrowing his face on the crook of your neck. Â
âYouâre avoiding my question.â He places small kisses here and there. âItâs not in the diet plan,â itâs an excuse, your mother had been commenting on your weight all evening. Yes, itâs true youâd gained weight, but youâd been working out and most of it is muscle. But her words are sharp, and the thoughts are springing up. If it makes her happy, better so. He does his usual noise when heâs unhappy when something. Â
âTomorrow Iâll cook dinner,â you gasp, turning to him, his words have caused delight in you. âIâd like to see that,â his brows furrow but a smug look is on his face. âWhat? You donât think I can?â In your mind, yes, he has a difficult life, but thatâs just stress. He has personal chefs and personal trainers and likely his father had too. Not way did he ever learn to cook. âNo, not at all.âÂ
You cross your arms, and he just laughs. âFine then, I'll show you. You can even post it on your Instagram.â This sparks joy, you love seeing peopleâs reactions to you and him.
So far, theyâve been nothing but positive. In these short three weeks youâve gotten 50k new followers. If theyâre there for you or Carlos, doesnât matter to you. Youâll give them what they want either way. Â
âYou mean it?â Your hands reach up and take hold of his shirt. âOnly if you eat,â and with that you bite your lip and nod. âOkay, youâve got yourself a deal.â He sighs, takes a drying rag and begins helping you by putting away the dishes. âOh Carlos! Ne perdez pas votre temps avec la vaisselle, Y/N la fera. Laisse-moi te montrer ses photos de bĂ©bĂ©.â Â
You sigh, leaning your head against his chest. âOh no,â his brows furrow pulling you away to see what the matter is. âShe wants to show you my baby pictures.â A deep laugh escapes his chest. âMi querida, Iâd love to help you finish this, but I canât miss that.â You laugh but do allow him to see little you. Â
âWhat colour are you choosing?â You ask your mother, watching as she scans through the different nail polishes. Like expect she chooses a toned-down pink, she rarely does her nails but when she does, itâs always that same colour. âWhy donât you choose something different? Look Iâm going with this black with gold shimmer. Weâre somewhere nice, donât you want to use the opportunity?â Â
Your mother just looks at you over her glasses. âAnd why is that?â Itâs already Thursday, the week had been going by slower than you expected it would and only made you realise why you visit so little.
The only good thing so far has been your fatherâs awareness, heâs had a few moments of unclarity these past few months. Even so, just like growing up, he doesnât exactly stand up for you against your motherâs badgering. Â
Like always, it's just the usual gruff short replies and relative quietness. Carlos, however, has been nothing but kind. The dinner he cooked was amazing, the fans swooned in your comments. At night heâd hold you tight and whisper sweet nothings. All about how beautiful you are and how youâre perfect as is. It helps, yes, but nothing compares to motherly love. You do everything you can, but still donât feel like enough. Â
âAh, Mama, donât be like that.â After that, she continues about the gossip of the town and the lives of your siblings. That is of course until youâre sitting at the dinner table again. Enjoying the food Carlos has crafted to fit both of your diets, showing him your nails. He loves them and makes sure to kiss your knuckles. Â
That is, until your mother interrupts your bliss. âY/N, what did you say Carlos does?â You bite the inside of your cheek. âHe is a Formula one driver.â You mutter, trying to hide yourself behind her sharp glare. âAnd are you still a chef?â You swallow your food; youâve been avoiding this question for as long as possible. You shake your head, âNo, Mama,â her bitter stare grows stronger. Â
âSo, what is it that you do?â She raises her voice, now your father seems interested. âI am working on my modelling career.â Both your parents groan and gasp in raised tones. âThis again,â your brother mutters, he too has been harsh with you. âWhy do you keep going on and on about this modelling. Ever since you were small. My daughter, you know I love you, but you arenât like those pretty girls.â Â
Her words are like knifes; knifes reopening wounds youâd been working so hard to heal. Carlos takes your hand under the table. This whole time heâd been encouraging you to stand up for yourself. Convincing you that what theyâre saying arenât normal and that you shouldnât tolerate it. Youâve tried persuading him or more yourself that sheâs your mother and she does it out of love. Â
But sheâs been ungrateful all week. As if she hasnât been begging you to come home and talk to her. She comments on everything, your weight, your hair even your laugh. Saying you squeal like a pig, you tried to laugh less after that one. She hates her nails and all the presents you brought home. More than all, youâve been dreading this happening. Hoping that it never would. Â
âNo, Mama, I do not know that you love me,â she gasps and begins screaming even more. âHow could you not know? I raised you. I fed you, clothed you, gave you the deposit to get your degree. Which you donât even use now!â The anger over comes you and you rise from your chair. âCarlos will gladly pay back all that money if I was such a burden on you!â Â
The whole table goes eerily quiet. Soon it is interrupted by a scoff from your brother. âSo what? Heâs like your Sugar Daddy, right?â You take a moment to calm down, trying to decide if youâre going to say the truth. But they're your family. You should never lie to your family, right? âYes,â you take his hand back into yours. You can see that heâs picked up his name and knows heâs being discussed. Â
âWhat is that, BĂ©renger?â Your mother asks, switching between you and your brother. âShe fucks him for money. A glorified prostitute!â His words are harsh and spit flies as he screams. You know for a fact that if Carlos understood French, heâd be raging.
âUnbelievable!â Your mother gasps out and another raging fire starts in you. âWhat? Is it so unbelievable that someone could actually love me so much that theyâd pay to see me?â Â
Years and years or anger and trauma, built up due to constant belittlement finally breaks through. âWhy does it shock you all so much that he thinks Iâm beautiful. That he thinks Iâm more worth than all the riches in the world. You hate it that someone actually respects me, because you canât knock me down anymore.â
Again, the table goes quiet before your brother speaks again. This time in English, clearly wanting Carlos to understand what heâs saying. Â
âHe doesnât respect you. He doesnât care for you. And he most certainly doesnât love you. He just wants to fuck you. And once heâs bored of you, heâll take what heâs given and leave you with nothing.â Before you can curse out your brother, a sharp crack is heard. Your brother is on the floor, nursing a bloody nose. âDonât you ever, ever talk to her like that ever again.â Â
You can hear your mother rambling on about her poor son and can only scoff at her reaction. âIâm not some city boy who doesnât know how to throw a punch. You wonât believe how strong 6Gâs of force make you.â Through all the commotion, there is a muttering that can be heard. Listening carefully, it is your father. âGet out, get out,â he repeats over and over. Â
You bow your head down low, right by his ear but just shake off his words. This irritates him and he too raises his voice. âGet out, youâre no daughter of mine.â You laugh at his words, âDonât be silly, Papa, you must be having one of your episodes.â You go to rub his back, in your mind to soothe him but he grabs your wrist before he can. Â
âHear me when I say this girl, because I am clear of mind when I do. While you are still whoring yourself out to this man, you are no daughter of mine.â The realisation hits you like a truck. So much so, that you stagger back, Carlos catching you as your head becomes dizzy. âMi pequeña, what is the matter?â All you can do is shake your head. Â
âCome, Carlos, it seems that we are not welcome here.â  Â
Just so p.s. me not translating the French and Spanish is for a reason. I'm not just being spiteful, it is part of the storytelling. If you want to get a good grade in fanfic reading (which is totally possible and a very normal thing to want) feel welcome to translate it đ
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Fast Pace-11
Summary: You're a hard-working Chef in Paris and after a freak accident run-in with Carlos Sainz, your life makes a 180. Let's just say with a certain agreement, you get your bills paid and in return stand in as Carlos' girlfriend for the press. But will you be able to handle the pressure and ensure the lines don't blur?
Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader
Warnings: I've aged up Carlos, he is 33 in this fic. Smoking, smut, sexual themes, age difference, manipulation, control, slight obsession, the word 'daddy', mention of sexual assault, old man being creepy (Fred Vasseur ofc), nudity, tell me if I missed any
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Word count: 3k
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Part 10~Part 12
There is an extremely fine line between want and need. Those born rich believe everything is a need. Oh no, my 14k turquoise necklace hasn't been polished, but I needed it for my gala. Not a want. Need, is something you cannot live without. Need is something that kills you. That burns you when you don't have it.
You need water, or else you'll dry up and turn to ash. You need food, or else your stomach will eat you until there is nothing left of you. You need air or else your lungs will collapse and you drown in your own gooey flesh. Â
To you, it felt quite obvious. You need Carlos and Carlos wants you. You need him, or else you would've been kicked out of your apartment. Left to starve as you roam the streets, dirty and unwanted. To ashamed to ask for help, or even tell those who really should be caring for you about your situation.
He just wants you. In your eyes you were just something to keep him busy. To tickle his fancy. Cure his boredom when he's not working his body and mind to the bone. Aid him when the nights become too long. Or show him a good time when it all become too much. He could live without you. Â
But, when you think about it, maybe your need was just a want. A tinkle of laziness that your exhaustion had brought fourth. If you were truly honest with yourself, you would've realised that you don't need him. You could easily find a better job somewhere else now that you'd worked your way up the ladder.
You would've been fine. And is his want maybe a need? You thought he was living the extravagant life. Girls on each arm, spending money left and right just for a few laps around the track. But last night, he has shown you the true crack in his walls. Â
You see now. The pressure is tough, like the diamonds used to mine more diamonds. The extreme heat the tires are forced to endure. At the end of each race, they crumble and melt. Ripping apart in splinters of their former design. After each race, they're discarded, no reason to use something that's been under that amount of stress, right?
And yet, after each race, Carlos does it again. Billions of people, depending on him, willing him to fulfill their desires. You are the water that cools the heat of mining equipment. The heat gun that warms the tires. The safe haven that he's been needing. Â
You see now that you are so much more to him. You see that you need to be so much more for him. He is in need and you must give more. Or else, he might just break and crumble and tear and there will be nothing left of your dear Carlos. Â
"Carlos! Wait before you start." He looks so imposing with his whole race outfit on. His helmet makes him look so much taller. You grab him by that very same helmet and pull him down to your level. You open his visor and place a kiss on his cheek. "Pole position, for me?" Now, now is when he blushes. He doesn't answer you, he doesn't make any promises.Â
This is the first time you've ever initiated contact. He's always been the first to kiss your forehead. To pull you closer to him. To hug you when you hurt, to care for you when you yourself don't want to. But you've deciphered his words. You see now that he is a chivalrous man who will not touch you, unless you take the first step. That is why you must train your body, treat it with highest honour. He doesn't want to hurt you. Â
But as you watch him race by from the garage, and the clock so dreadfully ticks by, you can feel the adrenaline in your toes. All the way up to your heart, beating so loudly you might just faint. "He's doing it!" You yelp, mostly for yourself. It's not like anyone else would listen. Especially with his extremely possessive behaviour all morning.Â
He didn't let you out of his site. If he had meetings, you had to wait outside. If he had media, you'd be in the room next door. Walking from place to place, his hand is on your hip. You remember, Ilsa had sent you a video of him at the media conference. You haven't told anyone about yesterday, it's far too private. For you and for him and for no one else to see or hear about. Â
"Carlos, this has been an incredibly difficult year for Ferrari. While Charles is quick to anger, you manage to stay positive, how so?" He thought for a moment, licking his lips, combing his fingers through his hair. "My girlfriend, you know she's new to all this. She doesn't know about my failures. In her eyes I'm a superhero. As long as that doesn't change, I have nothing to complain about."Â Â
The checkered flag is waved, time is up. It takes a moment for your eyes to focus, and even longer to believe it. He did it. Pole position. He actually did it. The whole garage is overcome with shouts of excitement. Everyone is jumping up and down, hugging each other, clapping hands.
You can see some engineers even want to do the same with you. Feeling moved by the pure elated joy. At the same time, you see the memories of his growls and flares flash before their eyes. That's alright. You barely know them after all. You're not for them. Â
Still you join them in the barracks. He climbs out of his car, jumping up and down, you can only imagine how heavy his helmet must be. His eyes search the crowd, needing you. He needs to see you celebrate for him, just the same that you celebrate each time he makes it alive out of the car. Before his team gets their hands on him, his hands are on you. Hugging you tight, as if his life depends on it. Â
The sharp steel of the barricade digs into your skin, but you don't care. You'd face the worst pain all just for him. It is so strange to believe how a fight can bring you so much closer together. Anything for him.
"You did it! You did it!" They all scream but Carlos can only hear your voice. He throws off his helmet as fast as he can. Carlos ignores his engineers and team principal. Instead he places a kiss on your cheek, the first return of a more intimate physical touch. "All for you, mi princessa."Â Â
The team principal places his hand on your shoulder, while Carlos does his interview. "Christ, what did you do to him?" He has a wide smile on his face and clearly means it only with kindness, but you can't help but think of how tight Carlos held you last night. Every time you would stir he'd squeeze you. In his sleep he would whisper in fear, mumbling about how he just can't lose you.
And you can't help but wonder how much longer he can keep going with this game you're playing? Not just that, how much longer can he keep doing this job. Just for these moments that come only once a year. Â
Yes he's smiling now, clearly beaming with joy. Not even an incline of last night's fear in his eyes. But how much longer can the both of you keep going? Waiting for him to crash into the wall. Waiting for the day that you get the call. Waiting for the day that you break and this relationship too ends in a violent crash.
Is it worth the smiles he has now? That fast paced thrill, is it worth the sudden stop? Because you can't keep racing forever and you can't keep this up forever. When is the point that you are more? More than just a money-spender?Â
"Nothing," you shrug, know he won't understand your next words. "I just gave him a kiss on the cheek before the qualifying." The principal gives a boisterous laugh and then puts both his hands on your shoulders. "Well damn, next time why don't you sleep with him beforehand."Â
He laughs, but you feel a strange churn in your stomach. The uncomfortable dissociation that every woman has felt. You feel like a toy, a ticket to his success. Like a piece of the card that they'll discard when it stops working. You feel much more⯠like an object than your very own Sugar Daddy ever made you feel. Â
But his scent overcomes you before you can even open your mouth. That classic scent of Dior musk and freshly iron shirts. But now, more than ever, he's got this overwhelmingly masculine scent about him. The sweat from a hot race and the smell of the burnt rubber is all around you.
He's right in front of you. Carlos takes his team principal's hand and rips it off your shoulders. "Don't fucking touch her." Now that his helmet is off, his gaze is so much stronger. Anger, fueled by that similar to the Ferrari car he'd just been racing with.Â
He turns around to continue with his duties but quickly stops in his tracks. "Actually, don't ever come fucking near her again." His hands, no longer gloved, reach under your arms and pull you over the barracked. You can't see anything, there are millions of flashes going off. Cameras, everywhere. Perfect, this will be the word on everyone's tongue.
Carlos takes your hand in his and practically drags you to his driver's room. "Carlos, you're being dramatic! It wasn't that serious!" He slams the door shut, you can feel the anger radiating from him. Â
He turns to you, not a single sign of anger towards you in his eyes. But the fury is still there. "Not that serious? Mi dulce niña, you're crying." What? He moves in your space, his hands on your cheeks. No, no it can't be. You're over it, it's been more than three years you have to be over it. You sigh, admiring the new Prada heels youâre wearing, while wiping the tears from your cheeks. Â
Your shoulders lift and then drop again. âIt just brought back some bad memories. But he wasnât doing anything wrong towards me.â His jaw locks and you can see he wants to say so much more. âBad memories?â His touch is even softer now, his brows furrow together. âYes Carlos, every girl has been assaulted it doesnât make me special.â He scoffs and rolls his eyes. âWho? Tell me now.â Â
A sigh escapes you and you take his hands in his. âDonât do this, Carlos.â He shakes his head, âNo, you canât ask that of me.â You dry up all your tears in an instant. âIt wonât happen again. With you by my side, Iâm sure it wonât. So, letâs not focus on it, yeah? You have plenty to do, Iâm sure.â You can see his mind is torn between you and his driver duties. He could get in a lot of trouble if he stays here much longer. At the same time, he cares so much for you. Â
âOkay, okay. Letâs do that. But, if this happens again, youâll tell me, yes?â You nod, bringing his face close to you and kissing him on the cheek. âIâll be okay.â He smiles, forced but still. âGo, go enjoy yourself. Youâve worked hard for this.â This time, the smile is more real as he is reminded of his new victory.  Â
I speed down the highway, the Ferrari Spider I had loaned for her goes 120km/h. I can see on the dashboard that the car is all the way in 5th gear. Yes, itâs nothing compared to the 360km/h Iâm used to, but for her itâs as fast as sheâll ever go. Her hair is loose and wild in the wind. Iâve got the roof off, but still she hangs out of the window. Â
Mi cosa bonita has got on the tiny red dress she had shown me the other day. The way sheâs hanging, her dressed has hiked up all the way and is one slip up from having me pull over to the side of the road. The cut outs under her breast has a similar effect too. I keep my hand on her calve, to make sure she doesnât get hurt. Â
Sheâs put on her playlist, the whole car shakes as the speakers boom. Sheâs screaming every lyric at the top of her lungs. I donât know any of them, most of them after all are in French. Not that I mind. Seeing her like this, enjoying herself more than ever, her body looking as delightful as can be, is already enough of a celebration to me. Â
But as I pull up to the a nearby alcove, hidden away from the public, her eyes grow big. âIs what I think about to happen, about to happen?â She asks, allowing me to take her hand and lead her all the way down to the beach. There is no light but the moonlight. Stars light the path all the way down to the beach waves. Â
Crashing down on each other, in a wild tumble and turn. âCarlos, I didnât bring a swimsuit,â itâs September and there is a cold wind blowing in the air. Not quite Winter yet, but the first sign of it can be found on her pink cheeks. I take her hand in mine, unable to keep my body from hers for long. âI didnât either, but isnât it so lucky that we find ourself here after weâve eaten. By a private beach, where no one can see us?â Â
She hums and then wraps her arms around my neck. Her body is pressed up against mine, cold yes, but our friction together forces a warm heat in my loins. âWhat a strange coincidence,â her lips find my jawline. Placing kisses across my scruff. A delightful feeling that no other should ever be awarded. âQuel est votre plan pour moi, Monsieur?â Â
Por Dios, she has me. She has all of me. Nothing I can give her would ever compare to this feeling. âBabygirl, si sigues hablando asĂ, todos mis planes para ti se desmoronarĂĄn. PerderĂ© todo el control de mĂ mismo.â She giggles and shakes her head. âNow we both have no idea what the other is saying.â I too laugh, âI suppose, but you could talk me in ancient tongues and Iâd still understand.â Â
She laughs and shakes her head, âOkay Shakespear,â my sweet girl lets go of me and turns around, allowing me to unzip her dress. As the dress falls over her shoulders, like water over glass, it is revealed that there is nothing else on her body, but the dress. My hands graze over shoulder, but lips just barely miss her skin as she walks off into the ocean. Â
The scene reminds me of a young maiden being sacrificed to the ocean gods. Her beauty being too much for the earthlings to handle. Believing that such a fairness would cure their fish droughts. Am I her guardian? Sent with to ensure that she reaches the gods safely? Or maybe she is one of the Gods and I am only here to worship her. If that is so, it would be the easiest job Iâve ever done. Â
At the same time, everything I could possibly do would ever match up to all that is her. Her laugh, her beauty, her kind nature that never wants and only takes what is given and never more. Nothing can be enough, but I will try until the day I die.
âAre you coming in or are just going to watch and stare?â She calls out, just her neck sticking out of the water as she bobs up and down with the waves. Within seconds, I hit the icy-cold water. A shock to all the nerves, more awake than ever. All exhaustion leaving the body as Iâm woken, but still, I see she is not a dream. Â
My arms reach her waist. Smooth soft waist, so much more skin than Iâve ever before been allowed to see, to touch. My lips find her collarbone, just barely above the water. I need her, I need her more than air. Her soft giggles as my beard tickles her skin. The water soothing the warm ache in my bone, luckily, she cannot see how much I want her as I kept my boxers on. Â
âCarlos, Iâm very proud of you.â Her soft delicate fingers intertwine in my now wet hair. Her makeup has been washed off, but sheâs still just as beautiful. Her gracious up-do has also been wiped clean by the salty water. I cannot say anything that would truly compare to what those words mean to me. âMi Amor, you donât know how much that means to me.â Â
She pulls me closer to her. Not a word is spoken between us, as we just hold each other. My head in the crook of her neck and her arms wrapped tightly around my head. My arms wrapped tightly around her waist; our bodies pressed tightly against each other. The waves pull and push us from side to side. Â
I love her. Iâve known her five weeks now, but that is more than enough. Iâve watched her from afar from what felt like forever to me and now I have her in my arms forever even, if I have to burn the world down. Because this moment is ours and Iâll cherish this each time the world becomes too much. Â
New York TimesÂ
âCarlos Sainzâs million-euro watch stolen in front of his hotel.â Â
Us WeeklyÂ
âY/N Y/S/N seen in Gioia Bini on the Paddock.â Â
E! NewsÂ
âY/N, Kika and Alexandra seen buying big in Milan.â Â
Page SixÂ
âCarlos Sainz celebrating his Pole Position with a joy ride along with his girlfriend.â Â
GlamourÂ
âTop Five of Y/N Y/S/Nâs outfits so far.â Â
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Indiana Jones Blurb
Okay so this is just s quick little blurb bc I've recently become obsessed with him. Not spell checked or anything. Tell me if y'all would read more Indiana Jones đ
Time travel! He's the first person to have recorded time travel! And just look! Ancient hundred year old war machines, tactics, languages, things he'd been studying his whole life! Things that he'd spend his much younger days searching for in dusty dry lands, in dark caves or even wet rat filled locations. But now, here it all is, in it's prime out in the open on green grass under blue skies. And the cherry on top, he reached Nasser before those damn Nazi's could.
"Kind Sir, you have saved my people and brought knowledge with that has sped up my research for years. How can I repay you?" Nasser confronts Indiana in his ancient and he answers without a single thought. "Can you give me one more visit through time before I go back?" His old hands shake as he begs. The mathematician examines the clock in his hands. And then nods. "I repay the man who has given me more time, with time. Where to?"
It's a swift, smooth blur, much different than the incredibly bumpy plane ride the first time. And much, much more quiet. The first thing he hears is your voice, begging his own father to stay awake. He remembers this like it was yesterday. He'd just confessed his love to you the first time, believing he would die in the three quests to the holy grail. But as selfish as he was back then, he didn't wait for a reply.
Then, he sees you hunched over his dying father. Covered in dust and your skin the same golden colour he used to be. Now in his old age one of his many regrets was not having you both wear more sunscreen. "Psst! Doll face!" He whispers his nickname for you, and by some force of the universe, you're the only one who raises their head. "I need some fresh air..." You mumble and once again the damn Nazi's let you, knowing you wouldn't run off.
He's hiding by some rocks, but your souls are attracted to the other and you find him almost instantly. You're just like he remembers you. How he wished he spent more time focused on you instead of old gold and pottery. Because that there is always more of, but of you there never will be. "Indy?" Your voice is like sweet melodies to his ears. His past and present collides in one cruel bang as he pulls you as close as he can.
He holds you tight as he can, you're utterly confused. Not only by his presence but also by the sheer force he holds you. As if he's lost you a million times over. "Indy? No...not my Indiana." He laughs at your confusion, trying to drink up every single bit of you. Your smell, your voice, the crinkle between your brows and your warm smile. "Always so clever, doll face." Your nose scrunches up and the crinkle between your brows grows, but before you can say anymore, he interrupts you.
"I don't have much time to explain, but-" You can see tears form in his eyes. His hands are shaking and he still refuses to let you go. "But I need you to break my heart. I need you to leave me and never come back. Please-" his voice cracks, and he shudders, trying to keep himself composed to finish his request. "Please I can't handle the hurt anymore." You can see just how much he is struggling. How much he wants to break down in your arms. And you reply by pulling him tighter. He smells much different. There is no longer that lingering scent of leather and gunpowder. But his warmth is still the same, your body still fits in his the same.
"I'm not there anymore, am I?" All he does is shake his head, you know he wants to cry. "How long has it been? Without me, I mean." He shudders again, grabbing your shirt and clenching it. "Six years. It was-" you stop him, "And you still love me?" Again, he just nods. "Then why do you want to get rid of me?" Now the flood gates open, while you just stand there as his support. "Because if I don't love you, then I won't hurt anymore. Please, please I can't do this anymore. I can't live without you."
You push him off you. "No. No I won't do it, you senile old man. Over my dead body." His eyes hold so much pain, so much fear, you know what he really wants, is to get rid of the pain and have you back. "I won't mess with time. And I won't break the heart of the man I love. Not because he's become a wuss in his old age." This causes him to laugh, he misses that spark so much. "I love you, Indy. Please don't grow cold because of it." Your words strike him, deeper than any bullet, whip or knife. Is this really how he wants to spend his last moments with you?
He laughs again, and pulls you close, placing a kiss on your forehead. "Don't ever change. And keep that reckless boy in check." You laugh, and wrap your arms around him. You still can't make your arms all the way around him. "I will, you know that. And I love you, I hope you know that too."
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Fast Pace- 10
Summary: You're a hard-working Chef in Paris and after a freak accident run-in with Carlos Sainz, your life makes a 180. Let's just say with a certain agreement, you get your bills paid and in return stand in as Carlos' girlfriend for the press. But will you be able to handle the pressure and ensure the lines don't blur?
Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader
Warnings: I've aged up Carlos, he is 33 in this fic. Smoking, smut, sexual themes, age difference, manipulation, control, slight obsession, the word 'daddy', tell me if I missed any
Dividers by: @firefly-graphics and @s-silk
Taglist: @httpjeonlicious, @f1lov3r, @messersandmesses, @hollie911, @oriconde08 @thehufflepuffavenger1 @fanboyluvr @thatgirlmj @whyamireadingthis @oriconde08 @depressedriches @roseseraj @skepvids @sain55wifey @distinguishedvoidlady @amatswimming @sachaa-ff @lightdragonrayne @lazybot @dark-night-sky-99 @formula1mount @fangirl-dot-com @saintslewis @carlossainzwho @lordpercevalcharles @topguncultleader @kitixie @serp3ns0rtiae
Word count: 3,1k
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Part 9~Part 11(coming soon)
"Carlos! Carlos! Carlos! Look! Look! Look!â Your excitement is uncontainable. There was a knock on the door early in the morning. You opened the door to a package in the hands of one of your security guards. With the name of one of the lesser-known clothing brands in Milan. You'd slept in the same bed as Carlos, and itâs brought you closer together. You jump on the bed, just barely missing his sleeping form, well, now no longer sleeping.Â
He doesn't even groan at your excitement. Instead, he wakes up with a smile. "Goodmorning, mi dulce niña, what has got you so riled up before 7 in the morning?â He asks, picking you up by the waist and placing you in his lap. "I got a package, see?â He rubs his eyes, now really waking up. He takes the box from your hands and reads the letter that came with. Â
"Dear, Y/N, we've seen your videos and would love for you to show off some of our best looks on the paddock. Gioia Bini.â He doesn't show much of a reaction, clearly though just a bluff, a wide grin covers his face. He grabs you and then pulls you close to him. His scruff tickles you as he places a thousand small kisses all over. Your neck, your shoulders, your cheeks. Â
You can't help but laugh, joy coursing through you. "I'm so proud of you!â His words feel like adrenaline through your bones. You can feel your childhood hopes and dreams spark alive again. This is a moment you'll be saving forever. Like a wallpaper for your mind. Because while he gives you words of praise you feel nothing but pure joy. Â
"Let me fit it, and you can help me chose when and which one.â The first one is that classic Ferrari read, never before have you realised how good you look in the colour. Or just how good it feels to see him look at you like that. As if you're worth a million, no, a billion dollars. The second one is a short, white dress. Â
"Mmh, a difficult choice. You know I love you in red, but I can't wait to see you in white.â "What?â Did he really just say that? Marriage? Yes, you're crazy about him, but you've only known him a month. But he doesn't answer. At all. He brushes it off as if he never said it. As if he meant to keep it in his mind or say it in Spanish. Â
He then checks his watch; he'd already gotten ready in his gym clothes. "We'll decide after the gym.â You smile and go to get ready for your everyday. "Okay, enjoy yourself,â yet before you could go change, he grabs you by the wrist. "Ah, ah, ah. You're joining me. Remember the deal?â The realisation hits you, he must be making a joke, he can't be serious. Â
Yet, he was dead serious about the smoking. He was dead serious about the healthy eating; you could see your hips becoming a bit softer and your legs just a bit rounder. His fingers come up to your chin and close your mouth. "You'll catch flies, why is this bothering you so much?â You rip your wrist from his hand. Â
"Fine.â You don't mean to sound so harsh, but you can feel the memories surfacing. You can't help but stare at yourself in the mirror. Does he not like your body? Does he want it different? Will he be taking your privilege if you don't go? You thought you were more to him? More than just a body. Is that why he won't touch you? He doesn't think your body is good enough yet?Â
"You're killing me,â you're heaving heavily. Squeezing your sides from the stitches as you hang over the treadmill. All while your sugar daddy and your shared personal trainer is laughing at your reaction. "You! This is all your fault. I thought you-â the word love plays on your tongue. No, he can't possibly love you. If he does, there must be something wrong with him. Â
"-cared for me! And now? Now you're trying to kill me.â You just barely peer over to him. He hasn't even broken a sweat and yet he's done 3 times more than you. "It's just a 10 minute run, Y/N. I understand you had that classic French diet, but we have to start somewhere.â Rupert explains, trying to encourage you. Â
It doesn't help, you can feel your lungs burning. But Carlos knows. He knows what motivates you, he knows what pushes your buttons. He tells Bob to go fill out your water bottle again. Then he does the same as before, lifts your chin and then brings your ear close to his mouth. "Come on, show Daddy you'll be able to keep up with me.â He shoots you a wink and before you know it, Bob is back. Â
Your cheeks are bright red, and you just hope and pray that the trainer will think it's from the exercise. "Alright, Rupert, peak health. As good as a high-performance athlete.â You send Carlos a wink, hoping that it has the same effect on him as it has on you. It doesn't he doesn't blush, not once, in fact his smirk grows wider. Â
"Carlos did what?â You bite your lip at Alexandra's reaction. "He gave me his card and told me to go shop.â Kika lets out a laugh. "We heard you; we're just shocked.â You look at the both of them, their opinions matter a lot to you. You want what they have, what they are. You want to join them on their girls-trips and always enjoy the hospitalities with them on the paddock. Â
"What? Does Pierre not do that?â You ask, feeling a bit like a deer caught in headlights. "I wish." She scoffs taking a sip from her drink. "Neither does Charles. I mean, he does give me presents and naturally we go on vacation together, but rarely does he just give me his card.â She still looks a bit taken back. "His Black Amex at that too.â Kika interrupts. Â
The realisation of just how different your relationship is hits you. You didn't think from the start that they're sugar babies, but you thought at least their boyfriends would treat them the same. Or at least, similarly. Even so, for the most part your behaviour seems more girlfriend than sugar baby. Should you be acting different? Â
"And the car too! Kika, did you see her car?â Alex calls out, putting down her drink. "Car?â Portuguese girl asks after swallowing her bite. Alex squeals and then pulls out her phone. At the moment, you feel like an outsider. You feel like they're gossiping about you, even if you're right next to them. She then shows Kika your Instagram, and they both swoon. Has she been watching you?Â
 "You follow me?â She chuckles and nods, "Of course, girl, I've been stalking you since Charles told me Carlos got a new girl.â You chuckle, this all feels so schoolgirl. As if you aren't surrounded by some of the riches people on earth. "So, he's had plenty of girlfriends then?â She thinks for a moment, before backtracking on her words.Â
"I wouldn't call them girlfriends. They're more like flings than anything. But you... I think you're here to stay.â She takes your hands in her own. "Why do you say so.â Before she even starts speaking, she leers over her sunglasses to Brutis and Otis. "Because they've never been here before." You regret wearing the claw-clip now, because you're so ready to hide. Â
Kika finishes her drink, "Yeah, do they follow you everywhere?â She asks while turning back and waving to them. No reaction on their part. You sigh, letting go of Alex's hands and hiding your face. "Ugh, yes, it's Carlos' only fault. His protectiveness." Alex laughs and then shrugs. "It makes sense, the fans can be more dangerous than you realise..." It feels like the same speech he gave you.
"Yeah, didn't you see all those videos at the concerts? People are throwing things these days..." Kika agrees with Alex. If three people think the same, maybe it is logical? You haven't told Ilsa or Jasmine about them, you already know how they'll overreact. Â
"I guess he's just worried about me," both of the girls only hum, but like classic good friends they give each other a knowing look. "But they're not much fun, are they?" She reads you like a book, they've been such a drag. A looming figure you just can't get rid of. And you know other people are staring more at them than they are at you. After all, you're not even that famous. "Why don't we ditch them?" Alex asks, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "I don't know, I don't want to stress Carlos out. With the practice and all, I don't want him to get hurt..."Â Â
They both groan and boo at your hesitation. "He's not your dad, you don't have to do everything he says." Kika gives a sharp side eye, but she too has the playful aura. "Yeah, all three our boys are busy right now. We won't be bothering them. You can barely reach them when they're caught up in the media like this." She's right, so far you've just been sitting here eating lunch with them. After that, you have no idea. Carlos has so much to do and you honestly don't feel like getting in his hair. "Oh alright, how are we going to do this?"Â Â
"Woohoo! Isn't this so much more fun than sitting around with those old men?" You can barely hear her over the sound of the radio. You're driving down the streets of Milan, again. This time an even bigger budget in mind with your new girl friends.
Even better so that those two boys aren't here to ruin the party, they'd been blowing up your phone and you've been gladly ignoring them. Gucci scarves, Prada heels, HermĂ©s handbags, anything you could dream off. All the while the three of you go crazy on your Instagram. Showing everyone the life. Â
"Oo girl, Carlos is going to attack you like some vicious animal when he sees you in that." Kika smirks as you all fit the lingerie on, after all the shopping and treats you all feel much closer together. You can only laugh, too ashamed to truly speak of all that is happening. Alex whines and places her head on your shoulder. "You really have the perfect guy." You can only laugh at her. "And what? Charles Leclerc is a deadbeat?"Â Â
He's getting paid more than Carlos, he's more stable with Ferrari than Carlos and they've been longer together than the two of you. She laughs and admires herself in the changing room mirror. "I really like him, don't get me wrong. But he's not obsessed with me like Carlos is with you."
You blush and begin changing back into your clothes. "I wouldn't say he's obsessed with me." You both leave the changing room at the same time, conveniently with Kika outside still deep in your conversation. Â
"Girl, have you seen the way he looks for you? All he does for you? What has it been? 6 Months? I would marry that man already if I were you. Just to make sure he doesn't get away." If you had a drink you would've spit it out. "Kika! It's a bit early, don't you think?" You're glad she shares your shock, otherwise you'd be certain that they're both crazy. "Not at all." You all three laugh at her, now you're really enjoying yourself. Â
The ringtone rings, Sade's Smooth Operator plays due to the ringtone. "Speak of the devil." You say, holding up your phone after paying. You answer the phone while walking out the doors. "Where the fuck are you?" You can't help but let a laugh escape. He must be joking or something, you've never heard this time from him. He's never been aggressive towards you, ever. "This is not something to be fucking laughing about. Get back to the hotel, now."Â Â
You fall back, behind the two girls, not wanting them to listen to the conversation. "Why? It's not even," you go to look at the time only to realise free practice has long since ended. Not to mention, it's almost 5. "Oh shit..." You mutter, not realising how long you've been out and about.
"Oh shit is right. Get back to the hotel. Now." His voice is much sterner than you've ever heard him be. Comparable to the rage you've seen in the videos, after he's been let down by his team, again. Have you let him down? Â
You open the hotel door. All while taking off your heels and putting them to the side. "Carlos?" You call out, not seeing him lounging around, likely guessing that he's changing. In your mind, he's supposed to go to the gym right around now. The trainer has kept your sessions three times a week for now. However, walking further into the hotel room you see him on the balcony. In his workout clothes, his back faced to you with the setting sun of Italy in the background. Â
"Carlos," he doesn't look to be as angry as he sounded on the phone. Then again, you've never really seen him angry. He turns to you, now you can truly gauge his emotions. "Where were you?" You go to answer him but he raises his hand. "More importantly why didn't you tell me you were leaving?" Anger, yes, it's prevalent, but more importantly you see fear. Utter frustration in his eyes, he looks like he's ran a⯠marathon.Â
You shrug, inspecting your still un-pedicured toes. That was one of the many things you plan on doing with your mom next week when you visit. "I didn't want to bother you. You were busy with the media." He scoffs at your words, his dark hair moving with his dramatic reactions. He repeats your words in a mutter. "So you thought it would be better to scare the living shit out of me?" He does look truly terrified. His usually soft eyes are now hard like rock. Like the amber stones his eyes so resemble. Â
"Do you know how it felt? I was in the middle of a drivers meeting. I thought someone took you from me!" You see tears form in his eyes. His backlash has a similar effect on you. You can feel the rock in your throat and the burning in your jaw. Yet still you don't dare say a word, after all you have nothing to say.
"Worse even, I thought you left me. I thought that they had said something that made you leave. That you realise you deserve much more than me." This makes you laugh, or maybe it's just to keep the sobs from escaping. Â
But the laugh seems to pierce his heart. "You're laughing? I'm ready to burn the whole of Italy just to find you and you're laughing?" Now, now you see anger. Raging burning anger. Like it's been locked in a cage and now it's free and gulping up oxygen.
"No, Carlos. It's funny to me that you think I deserve better? You quite literally took me in from the streets. Fed me with Caviar, clothed me with Gucci and cared for me like a king his queen, expecting nothing in return. And yet still believe I deserve better?"Â Â
Now it's his turn to laugh. You can see his fighting a battle in his mind. What to say and what not to say. "Can't you see? In five years I'll be washed up. Not a single Championship to my name and my money spent on stupidly expensive watches and cars that don't even hold one shopping bag. But you, you're immortal. Your beauty should be and I'm convinced will be remembered until every last mind withers from this earth.⯠Every single dime spent on you, is for the betterment of humanity." Â
How on earth can you really mean so much to him? What is it about you? How can one glance from an alleyway have this man in tears in front of you. You can't control yourself, you just need to feel his arms around you.
You need to hold him and comfort him. Tell him you'll stay forever. How sorry you are and that it won't ever happen again. And he lets you. He lets the tears fall in the crook your neck. His grip tighter than you thought possible. To the point where it aches. But, that's what love is, right? It aches. Â
He combs his fingers through your hair, whispering words that you'll never know what they mean. "Estoy obsesionado contigo. Si no puedo abrazarte por el resto de mi vida, entonces no tengo vida que esperar. Si no es en tus brazos donde muero, serĂĄ en ese maldito coche de carreras, aunque tenga que asegurarme de ello."Â Â
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Fast Pace- 9
Summary: You're a hard-working Chef in Paris and after a freak accident run-in with Carlos Sainz, your life makes a 180. Let's just say with a certain agreement, you get your bills paid and in return stand in as Carlos' girlfriend for the press. But will you be able to handle the pressure and ensure the lines don't blur?
Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader
Warnings: I've aged up Carlos, he is 33 in this fic. Smoking, smut, sexual themes, age difference, manipulation, control, slight obsession, the word 'daddy', tell me if I missed any
Dividers by: @firefly-graphics and @s-silk
Taglist: @httpjeonlicious, @f1lov3r, @messersandmesses, @hollie911, @oriconde08 @thehufflepuffavenger1 @fanboyluvr @thatgirlmj @whyamireadingthis @oriconde08 @depressedriches @roseseraj @skepvids @sain55wifey @distinguishedvoidlady @amatswimming @sachaa-ff @lightdragonrayne @lazybot @dark-night-sky-99 @formula1mount @fangirl-dot-com @saintslewis @carlossainzwho @lordpercevalcharles @topguncultleader @kitixie @serp3ns0rtiae
Word count: 3,1k
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Part 8~Part 10
âHow was your day?â She asks from the bathroom. I shrug only to realise she canât see me. âThe usual,â I can hear her zip something up. âWhat is the usual?â I too am getting dressed in something more comfortable. Itâs already 5 and we had dinner called up. For me, however, getting dressed is much quicker. Â
âWell, especially now that we are in the home of Ferrari, Charles and I spend a lot of time on the racing simulator. With that we have the chance to speak to the factory workers, thank them for their hard work and really speak with the engineers. Then after that I spend a lot of time in the gym.â Yet these days, I spend a lot of the time there thinking about her. Â
However, before I can say much else, she finally exits the bathroom in the first outfit. Itâs a tweed white set. Oh, how I do love her in white. It gives me a sneak peak of the day she becomes mine. She looks so professional, ready to boss around whoever denies her anything. Too, at the same time, so elegant in the way her hair falls to the way her eyes shine. Â
âAnd how was your day?â I ask, allowing her to change outfits, she had just shown me ravishing white bikini that has me needing to think of something else. âOh, Carlos, I had so much fun. I just love the car so so much, people were taking pictures of it and me all day. Donât you think it would look beautiful in like, a light pink?â Â
I canât help but laugh. âWhat? Would it be considered some sort of car treachery?â This does make me laugh even more. She is so cute. Holding the smallest things with such high honour but still always staying true to her heart. âThere are some men out there who would call it...a betrayal to the craftsmanship. But those men are the ones who canât afford the car and havenât felt a womanâs touch since they were born.â Â
Her laugh explodes from the bathroom. It warms my heart and brings a wide smile to my face. How I wish I could bottle that sound and carry it with me, for the days when everything becomes too much. That laugh of hers takes me to another dimension, one when itâs only me and her and not a single thing on this earth could come between us. Â
The moment she steps out of the bathroom, my heart stops. She is just so gorgeous. She should be locked up in my house forever. How no one has stolen her heart yet is beyond me. She gives so easily her heart. There is so little I have to give and so much that she gives me. âCarlos, you havenât said anything. Do you not like it?â Â
How long have I been staring at her? How could I ever stop looking at her? âWould you prefer I bend the knee, or bow down fully?â Her laugh is like music to my ears. âWhat are you talking about?â Her eyebrows furrow, but I canât look past just how much healthier she looks. The withdrawals seem to have gone for the most part. Â
Iâd been giving her medication to help, of course after consulting the best expert I could find. That crease in her forehead is gone and her eyes donât seem as foggy anymore. âYou are a goddess. This has to be the only conclusion. And I am your loyal follower, sent to worship you.â She coos, a pink hue becomes her.Â
âWait until you find out the name of the dress.â I motion my hand for her to continue. âMon Amour.â Of course, because the universe knows. She must have seen me smile so bright because she says more. âWhen I told the shopping clerk, that it is one of your many names for me, he immediately called the designer over.â Â
I do love listening to her talk. I could to it until the end of time and still not get tired. âI didnât even know the designer was in house. I mean, itâs Channel, youâd expect that from a small boutique not a big house like them. Anyways, when he saw me in the dress, he was, as he said, âoverwhelmed with my beauty.ââÂ
This causes my jaw to tick. Yes, I had sent the Channel store a generous sum of money, telling them about the very important client that would be visiting their store. I knew sheâd go there; Chanel is her most visited page on Instagram. Besides mine, these days. She doesnât need to know how I know that.  Â
What I didnât know is that theyâd send a designer in. Or the fact that this designer would be a he. âHe said what?â Her words make my jaw tick. âHe said something along the lines of âthe way your body simply is, is inspiring.â His words really made me blush.â The urge to show her just exactly who she belongs to is strong. Â
Not only that, but Iâd love to find this âdesignerâ and beat him to a pulp. Yes, his words are correct, but the fact that his attitude made her blush? That should have him sent to prison. âHe then started styling me, oh I canât wait to show you.â She then runs off only to return in a tight denim dress. Â
One that hugs her curves like the red dress but shows just a bit less skin. Yet still, the thought him evaluating her body, watching her as I do now, is infuriating. What the fuck was he thinking? And why would she allow him to do any of this? She does a turn before going back, only to come out with a black skirt and pink top. Â
I donât say anything, I mostly spend the time plotting the manâs murder. The next is a green set, one that highlights just how heavenly she is. A fairy roaming in the gardens. A mermaid walking for the first time. An angel who has just gotten their wings. âAfter I finished paying for all this, he gave me his business card. Said to call him when I start getting serious about modeling.â Â
I hold out my hand and she places the card in my hand. Without hesitation I tear it up. This man will never contact her ever again. In fact, no one should. I donât want people from the outside filling her heads with all sorts of stories. They could drive a wall between us. And if that happens, my plans for her will have to take a drastic jump. Â
âCarlos! Why would you do that?â Her lip pushes out and her arms cross over her chest. âI donât want him contacting you. If he wants to speak to you, heâll have to talk to me first.â She rolls her eyes at me and then sighs. âYou have to be joking.â I raise my brow at her. This is incredibly serious. âIn fact, I donât want anyone outside our inner circles contacting you.â She gasps and her mouth hangs open. Â
âThis is taking it too far, Carlos.â Her eyes are usually big, doe and sparkling, but now I see a fury and an anger. âThatâs what assistants are for. So that you donât have to spend your time worrying about schedules or weeding out the people who will further your future and those who just want to use you.â Â
I can show her far. Someday it will only be me and her and the Sainz family. There will be no interruptions from people. She will not be tainted by the words and opinions of others. They will not take her from me. Nothing will. âOh,â her mouth snaps shut and that fire in her eyes dim. âWhat, do you think Iâd shut you out from the world? Iâm not that jealous.â Â
A little lie here and there wonât hurt her. After all, once she is in my hands, it will have happened so slowly she wonât even realise that she has been taken home. I am her home. No one else. Not her parents, not her friends, not her co-workers. Not even the other drivers on the grid. She will be untouchable, unreachable by everyone but me. The goddess and her dress and her disciple.  Â
There is a knock at the door, I glance at the balcony and see itâs already dark out. After the outfits, she had also shown me the jewels she bought along with a purse and some shoes. It was quite fun actually, seeing her eyes shine like the gems she had bought. Her smile so wide, I just want to eat her up. I settle for a kiss on the forehead. âGo get in your pjâs, Iâll get the food.âÂ
âWhat movie are we watching?â I ask, turning off the big light after we ate. Sheâs already snuggled in bed, like a kid on Christmas. âPretty Woman, duh. Iâm going to point out every time I felt like Julia Roberts.â I canât help but laugh at her shenanigans. And still give her a kiss on the head and climb in the bed next to her. Â
But I can see the way she eyes me, with a longing glance and those big doe eyes. âCome here, mi amor. Snuggle in close.â Her eyes beam again and without hesitation I pull her close into my arms. She cuddles in close, almost rubbing her face into my chest. She curls herself into a small ball and I make sure she isnât uncomfortable for a single moment. Â
Yet, still, sheâs fidgety. âSit still, o te pondrĂ© en una posiciĂłn en la que no tendrĂĄs mĂĄs remedio que quedarte quieto.â I squeeze her legs tight, to really drive it home. Her squirming has caused an effect on my body that Iâm sure sheâs not ready to handle yet. She whines, âIâm sorry, can I show you something?â Â
âOf course,â I make small circles on her delicate skin, encouraging her to tell me more. She pulls out her phone and then goes to the videos. She then continues to show me a video in the Instagram reel format of her enjoying her day shopping. âDo you think itâs cringe?â She asks, biting her lip and this time itâs me that squirms. Â
âNo, of course not, Iâm glad that youâre finally pursuing your dreams. Even if itâs a small start. Not to mention, itâs really well done.â A blush coats her cheeks, she so up and down. One moment sheâs the hottest girl Iâve ever met and the next sheâs as cute as can be and I want to hold her like this, all bundled in my arms, forever. Â
I havenât seen this video on her Instagram yet. âWhy havenât you posted it yet?â She bites her lip and avoids my gaze. âNo seas tĂmido conmigo,â she gasps when I nip at her ear and it forces a deep chuckle from me. âIâm scared of what theyâll say about me. Iâm scared that theyâll piece together our agreement.â I scoff at her, and shake my head. âSo what if they do?â Â
She whines and rolls her eyes. âIf my modelling career starts, I donât people to think itâs because I whored myself out.â Whored herself out? How dare she even think something like that? If anyone ever even dare to talk even slightly bad about her, Iâll have them castrated. I have a tough security and they do anything I ask. Â
Money does a lot for a person and for her... I, myself donât even know how far Iâd go. âIf you ever say that again, Iâll fuck the word right from your mouth.â I just love the way her eyes go big and she begins to stutter when I say something even slightly seductive. It turns me on, just how much power I hold over her. Â
âDios, eres tan lindo. Here, give me your phone.â She does it without hesitation, still flustered by my words. I open the camera and the moment she sees the selfie side, she ducks behind my arms. I take a picture, itâs as cute as can be. I go to set it as her wallpaper but see that the photo she took on the first day is already the wallpaper. Â
I raise my brow at her and she just shrugs. I look and see her lock screen is her and her other two friends that I hear so much about. âI always keep the most important things in my life as my wallpaper.â I feel so warm at her words. How much more perfect can she be? I take my phone and do the same as she has. And proceed to post it on my story. Â
âPost the video. Let them talk, that just makes it more fun to prove them wrong.â She just gazes up at me with such love in her eyes. Then her eyes flicker back to the TV and she gasps, âLook, look. Look at how awful these fancy ladies are to her. Sheâs just this big bundle of energy and childlike joy and theyâre just so cruel.â Â
I stay listening with extreme intent. Itâs almost funny, the way she describes this girl, because it sounds just like my Y/N. âIt happened in the store, just today. Before I went to Chanel, I walked into Gucci. I had parked a bit away, for safety. A bit of a habit, I guess. They didnât see the car, but they gave one look and went âwe have nothing in your size.ââ Â
My grip grows tighter than I want it to be. I donât want her to know the effect she has on me, Iâm certain that sheâd use it against me. If she truly wanted, she could have me like putty in her hands. Wrapped around her finger, she could have me on my knees with one look. She doesnât notice it, but there are tears that pool in her eyes. Â
âIâm a size ten! Thatâs very average. Shouldnât they make clothes for an average person like me.â She pouts, pushing out her bottom lip. Subconsciously, she wraps my arms tighter around her. Iâm her protection, she doesnât realise it, but I am her safety blanket. I scoff at her words. âPlease, you are the least average person I have ever met. Iâll have the store bankrupt by next week.â Â
She gasps and gives me a slight hit on the arm. âYou will do no such thing.â I laugh, kissing her neck. âAnd why not?â I whisper, pulling her closer into my arms. âBecause, you are just race car driver, you will not bankrupt a store that has been standing there for decades with a fashion rich history. I will not have some nepo-baby with too much money on his has destroy it over some girl he met two weeks ago.â Â
Her words would be harsh coming from anyone else. But when she says it, it only makes me laugh. âIs that really what you think of me?â She blushes, âIâm sorry I said that. I donât know much about cars, but I can see you have a real passion for it and a real talent for it. You know, outside of your fatherâs influence.â She makes me feel like a superhero. In her eyes I can do no wrong. It feels like everybody has been criticizing me all my life, but she? No, she just loves, open and free and canât find anything wrong with it. Â
âAnd Iâll support you. Always, like you do me.â How I wish now I could kiss her. Just to make the words stop, because if she says one more thing, I might just cry. âSpeaking of fathers... Next week is an off weekend and I still owe you a visit to your family.â She sighs, a loud, heavy drawn out one, she leans against my arm and pretends to go back to the movie. Â
On instinct I just know, and once again open her phone and find her messages with her mom. She doesnât stop me, actually she encourages it by giving her password. I can see almost each time her mother has messaged her, she either replied with a dry answer or just didnât reply at all. âI donât know what to tell her.â Â
âYou havenât told your family about us yet?â Her shy eyes avoid my gaze and I know she feels guilty. âI donât know what to say. Oh, yes, Iâm in the arms of a man Iâve only known two weeks, because, you know, he paid off my student debt and is also so hot itâs unfair to any other guy that has ever lived.â Yes, her words are true but we both know weâre forever. And if she doesnât realise it, Iâll just have to convince her. Â
A low hum escapes my throat, âThey do not watch the race? They havenât seen you there?â She laughs and shakes her head, âThey wouldnât dream of it. They both are kickers for the good old days and when they do watch TV, itâs just those old soaps. In fact, I got my first job when I was 16 and with my first paycheck I bought a shitty phone. After school Iâd walk to the nearest cafĂ©, use their Wi-Fi and watch every fashion movie I could find. Illegally, of course.â Â
I love hearing everything about her. It feels as though I could never know everything about her and that breaks my heart. âWell, I suppose we have to have a story for them and the media too. Letâs say this, we keep the story the same, we just move the timeline back about a year. So, instead of 13th of August, letâs make it...the 1st of February.â Â
âAnd why wouldnât I tell my own mother, about a guy Iâm dating, for six months.â Thatâs a good point. âWell, letâs say that we wanted to keep it private until weâre sure of us.â She shrugs, âThat makes sense, ooh, can I buy them presents tomorrow?â I chuckle, always so thoughtful. âOf course.â Â
I have to buy them over somehow. If they donât aprove of me... Iâd hate to break my girlâs heart. Having a bit fall out with your own parents can be very traumatic. But I wonât hesistate. Iâm sure mother would love her just as much as I do. And father, he would understand why I do, what I need to do. Â
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Summary: You're a hard-working Chef in Paris and after a freak accident run-in with Carlos Sainz, your life makes a 180. Let's just say with a certain agreement, you get your bills paid and in return stand in as Carlos' girlfriend for the press. But will you be able to handle the pressure and ensure the lines don't blur?
Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader
Warnings: I've aged up Carlos, he is 33 in this fic. Smoking, smut, sexual themes, age difference, manipulation, control, slight obsession, the word 'daddy', tell me if I missed any
Dividers by: @firefly-graphics and @s-silk
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Word count: 3,2k
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Part 7~Part 9 (coming soon)
He likely doesnât even realise youâre awake. Not that you mind, after all, heâd just gotten out from the shower. His finely cut muscles, like the David statue, has water running down from the top of his broad shoulders all the way down to his v-line. That towel hangs incredibly low and every time he moves it threatens to fall. Â
He stands in front of the closet, trying to decide what to wear. âAre you enjoying the show?â His voice is rough, you can see his eyes slide over to you, and a huge blush coats your cheeks. On instinct you pull the covers up to hide your face. He tsks and walks over to you, and lightly pulls down the sheets. âDidnât I tell you not to hide your face from me?â Â
You giggle, âYou look quite handsome for an old man.â He groans and rolls his eyes. âÂżQuĂ© voy a hacer contigo?â You hum as a reply, âI like it when you talk Spanish to me.â You use his own words against him. He shakes his and grabs some clothes from the closet. âGo get ready, dormilona.â Â
You sigh and push the sheets to the side. âWhy, anything particular planned for today?â You ask watching each reaction. âOh yeah, you have big plans for today. Me? I have nothing but boring meetings and practising.â He shrugs, pulling the shirt over his head. âPoor thing, are you sure I canât company you?â You ask, holding out your hand for him to take, still sitting like a princess on the bed. Â
He does just that, gently caressing your knuckles. âNo, mi niña bonita. Youâre in Italy, I want you to enjoy it. Plus, I have a surprise for you.â He winks, shooing you out the bed only for you to return soon after wearing a matching set. Light white linen, short button up top and short skirt with a comfortable pair of flats. Of course, with your new Prada bag close by. Â
âWow, wow, wow, donât you look beautiful?â He says, taking your hand and allowing you to spin, before he slowly places kisses all the way up your arm to your shoulder. Your hair is pulled up with the claw clip he got you, leaving clear space for his lips to find a home there. âDeberĂas ser adorado. DeberĂa haber santuarios y estatuas en tu nombre. Me asegurarĂ© de que seas un Sainz, para que los que me aman, te amen aĂșn mĂĄs.âÂ
You furrow your brows, âYou speak words that I cannot understand but your eyes say so much more than your mouth ever will.â Itâs true, he looks to be madly in love, obsessed even. His eyes fall on your frame as if he is seeing a god for the first time. His eyes go from chocolate brown to that of a pitch-black night. Stars in his eyes. Â
âYou will understand, soon enough,â he winks and then asks, âDo you have everything?â You smile and nod, opening your back only to see your phone and some lip-gloss. Your wallet is their too, but inside is only your ID, your driver's licence and a credit card you havenât used in two weeks now. Â
âGood.â Then he takes your hand in his and to you, youâre only thinking youâre going for a walk, for breakfast. Yet, when you exit the hotel, you can see just what Carlos meant when he said the Ferrari fans go big. Theyâre surrounding the hotel, there were fans yesterday too, but you can only assume the closer it gets to the weekend the more there will be. Â
âKeep your head down.â He says, pulling out his sunglasses and in one smooth move puts them on. He seems like someone else entirely. His demeanour is different. His hand is wrapped around your waist, his grip firm and even tight. His jaw is locked tight, and his whole personality is so much suaver. Â
It does something to you, the way he takes control. Guides you through the crowd, still waving and giving attention to the fans but at the same time he is untouchable. And now, you are too. Cameras are flashing and people are screaming his name...and yours too. It sends a thrill down your spine and instead of keeping your head low like he said, you keep your head high. Â
Carlos guides you into the car, and still careful of the people, he drives off. You can feel your heartbeat in your ears. A bright smile is smeared on your face. âWhat are you smiling about, chica guapa?â He asks, his hands smooth on the gear box. The way he sits back on the chair is something you could watch forever and ever. Â
âThat was so cool, you were so cool, I felt so cool. Appelez cela un rĂȘve appelĂ© vrai.â You sigh, stabilizing your beating heart by fixing your hair. âYou enjoy that?â His dark brows knot and you nod with a bright smile. âDonât you?â This is part of his job; doesn't he love his job? Â
He shakes his head, âI really do appreciate the fans but sometimes ehâŠâ You can't help but let your mouth hang open in shock. He raises his brow at you. âCarlos. Those people out there make your career. You're the only way that they might ever get a taste of the life. They live through you. I find it thrilling,â you explain, and it does seem to have made an impact on him. Â
âLike, back home, idols are an escape from reality. Seeing these people on, living the life you can only dream of, makes you hopeful that maybe someday you could be them. It might never happen for some, but even then, it helps you get out of the bed in the morning.â Like always heâs hanging onto your every word. Â
He pulls up to a really fancy looking car shop. Luxury vehicles you can only ever dream of displayed in all sorts of ways. The people who work here greet you both with utmost respect, they too look for anything they can do for you. You can't help but look around, taking in the beauty of some of these cars. Hand crafted leather seats expertly painted and worked on for years. Â
âYou like?â Carlos asks, his hand falling on the curve of your waist. You noticed it instantly, after last night his touches have become more frequent. Not that you mind, in fact each time he places a kiss on your shoulder, or grabs your hand, you can feel the lightning course through you. The power of a thousand horses making their way through your stomach. Â
âMy dad would go crazy.â You mutter, thinking of all the times your father would call out the exact name and model of a car as you passed. âBut do you like it?â Carlos' brows furrow, you can see he worries and can tell he was excited to show you. âOf course, it just feels so crazy. I never thought in a million years I could ever even be this close to the cars I see on my feed all the time.â You mutter, your hand on his chest as you take it all in. Â
He smirks, âPick one.â His words are so simple and easy. You'd think he's asking you to say if you wanted chicken or beef. âPick one?â The words fall from your mouth and feel like a thousand butterflies on your tongue. He nods, âAny one, I'll rent it for the day or even the whole week if you wanted.â He shrugs, also gazing at all the magnificent cars. Â
He lets go, allowing to roam and decide which one. Then you spot it, in the very back of the show room. You don't know the name, the model or anything important. You just know, this is the one. âAhh, yes, the Ferrari R8 Spider.â The front man begins speaking, listing off all the special features but you're not listening. All you see are hearts and stars. Â
âThis one?â You can call out his deep voice and accent out of a million voices. âYes, I don't need to see any other one.â You beam up at him and you can see he too is excited about it. âShould've known you'd always find the Ferrari,â you nod, appreciating each and every grove of the car. Â
While the people set up all the paperwork, Carlos pulls you to the side. He pulls out his wallet and then hands you his Black Amex card. âWhat's this?â You ask him, holding the card gently as if you're cradling a baby. âYou've never seen one before?â He asks, his brows pulled together but still teasing. âI want you to go to Milan and shop your heart out. No limit.â He sends you a wink and you feel your knees grow weak. Â
âYou can't be serious.â The words are like lead on your tongue. What on earth is he doing? âOf course, why would I joke?â He's dead serious. Carlos is dead serious about this. âNo limit?â You ask one more time just to make sure you didn't hear wrong. âThere are two conditions.â You nod, not even caring if he says you have to go down on your knees. Â
âOtis and Brutis stay with you at all times.â He then points his thumb to the two massive bodyguards waiting just outside the shop. A whine escapes your mouth, and you push out your bottom lip more than ever before. âNo, they're such a drag.â You whine, grabbing onto his polo shirt. âThey will follow you, wherever you go.â His voice is stern but still you fight. Â
You know that it's for your safety, but you can't help but feel like a criminal. Someone who should be watched at all times, like you're being babysat. A thought plays in your mind, the perfect way to get him to change his mind. âDaddy, please don't make me take those oafs with.â You give him your best puppy eyes, the word now feeling much more comfortable on your tongue. Â
His reaction is priceless. You can see the internal struggle in his mind. His hand reaches up, gently caressing your lips, you can see he so wants you. âFuckâŠâ a glimmer of hope, his resolve seems to have cracked. That sure was easy. âNo, absolutely none-negotiable. They stay with you at all times.â Perhaps you are a child, because right now you feel like throwing a tantrum. Â
âBut you said-â he laughs, and interrupts you. âAs much as that word coming from you, makes me want to fuck you right here on the display floor, it doesn't mean you automatically get what you want. Manners are good from a cosita dulce like you, but your safety always come first.â No wonder his eyes are stormy like that. You're certain that your panties are as wet as can be and that you're red like a tomato. Â
He can tell you're left speechless and continued with his conditions. âBe back before dinner, and I want a fashion show when I get home.â With that, he pulls you close, placing a kiss on your forehead and then proceeds to pay the deposit for the car rental. Leaving you a soaked mess, absolutely hungry for his bones. You will get him back for that.Â
Us Weekly:Â
âCarlos Sainz and his girlfriend and his girlfriend spotted outside the Hotel de la Villa.â Â
Glamour:Â
âCarlos Sainzâ girlfriend spotted driving a Ferrari in Milan.â Â
Mirror:Â Â
âY/N Y/S/N spotted spending big in Milan.â Â
30 000 Dollars. The excitement to see her in that 30 000 made me rock hard all day. Some of them she posted on her story, which I keep track of religiously. But I know for a fact that that couldnât be all of it. I saw the news articles; it gave me a great sense of pride seeing them finally call her by her name and not just as my girl. Â
I made sure to make is home as quick as possibly, though, I donât find her in her room or even mine. That is until, I ask the guards. Â
The sight is truly delicious. It makes me disgusted by the pure amount of clothes Iâm wearing, or the fact that these two idiots even dare look or be around her. Her arms are hanging lazily onto the side of the hot tub, her eyes staring out at the view of Italy. But the bikini sheâs wearing should be illegal. Â
Itâs bright red, with delicate knots holding the thing together. One small tug and it will fall right off. Her body is so soft, her curves fill the bikini perfectly. Her hair in one of the claw clips that I bought her, messy and lazily done. Some of her locks falling out of place, making her neck look so ready to be kissed. Her waist curves and I just want to rip the damn thing off.Â
âLeave,â my voice is stern and deeper than I thought it would be. She turns by the sound of my voice, and lightly treads her way to me. A huge looking cocktail in one hand, more than half empty. âBonjour mon Carlito,â she winks at me, and I groan at her words. Where did she hear that, or is it the alcohol speaking? Â
I bend down next to the hot tub. âHola, mi niña bonita.â Her cheeks go red, âHow many of these have you had?â I ask, referring to the mixed cocktail. She shrugs, âThis is the first, but the night is still young.â I tsk and shake my head. âYou know the deal, niña pequeña,â she whines and pushes out her bottom lip. Â
I tsk and shake my head. âIn any case, you have to show me what you got.â My finger gently caresses her cheek. After the night that she joined me in the bed, everything changes. Clearly, she is ready for more. Ready for the next step, even just a small one. More touches, more kisses on her cheek or her neck. Perhaps even a week or two from now, a kiss on the lips. Â
Again, she pouts. My fingers find that bottom lip of her, if I kiss her now, there will be no wait. âDaddy, please come join me.â How on earth could I ever say no to eyes like that. That beg and plead and want. Those eyes that I could never in a million years say no to. I gently place a kiss on her forehead. âIâll go change.â A wide smile covers her lips and her eyes sparkle. Â
Iâm quick, not even 5 minutes. The bubbles are a nice temperature, no hotter than the weather but no colder than 26 degrees Celsius. My hands instantly find her waist, sheâs gazing at the view again. You can see the towns and people and far away mountains and farmlands. I donât care about any of that. Â
All I can think about is the feeling of her waist under my hand. Her back against my chest, the rhythmic rise and fall of her breath. The sweet, sweet smell of her. Sickly sweet ripe berries, hot honey on the tongue and home. Sheâd be such a good mother, if she and I... then sheâd never be able to leave me. Â
âWhat are you thinking about?â Her voice is like angels in my ears. I tuck a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, mostly just to feel her down-like skin. âYou, Iâm always thinking about you.â Her cheeks are pink but still a smirk is on her face. âYou get this faraway look, somewhere special where I canât possibly be.â Â
I can only shake my head at her conclusion. âNo, mi amor, you are my special place.â She giggles, the sound of fairies being born. âIâve seen the interviews, years before we met you still have the same other dimension look.â She looks to chuff with herself. âThatâs because Iâve been dreaming of someone like you since forever.â Â
She laughs out loud, her head falling back and her drink almost tipping over. âYouâre smooth, Mr Sainz.â Her words are music to my ears. The urge to kiss her is so strong. Instead, I make do with the sweet spot on her collarbone. âThey do call me the smooth operator.â She rolls her eyes at me. âFull of yourself, arenât you?â Â
âHow canât I be, with such a beautiful lady sharing a hot tub with me. In the tiniest bikini might I add.â She hums and then does a slight turn, the water gracefully spinning around her. âYou like?â Do I like? âFucking hell, chica bebĂ©, Iâm struggling to keep my hands off of you.â Then her eyes turn to that of a siren. Â
âWhy do you keep your hands to yourself?â Her tone is begging, a slight whimper in her voice. She might have had only one drink, but her tolerance must be low. Then her hands begin to roam my body. Her touch is like fire, lighting on my body and my loins ablaze. A groan leaves my mouth, the self-control is unbearable when her big doe eyes go sultry like that. Â
Her hands make delicate contact with my stomach, pushing her chest against mine. She looks up at me through her lashes, a temptress that should be locked up. âWhy wonât you touch me?â She takes my hand, so small in comparison and places it on her ass. âWhy wonât you kiss me?â She lifts her chin, her lips mere millimetres from mine. Â
âFucking hell, chica bebĂ©, you are my weakness. Do not think for a moment that I donât want to bury my cock deep into that warm cunt of yours. If I had it my way, Iâd have you right here, right now. Youâd never even leave the bed and be covered in marks of my making.â My words cause a whimper to leave her mouth, needy and wanting more than ever. Â
âThen why deny yourself?â Now itâs my turn, I use both my hands and shove her up against the wall. My knees press up against the little amount of fabric that hides that sweet pussy of hers. My head right down against her ear. Kissing and nipping. Leaving purple marks against her neck. Fuck, I promised myself I wouldnât do that until much later. Â
I just canât control myself when her legs wrap around my waist, the water splashes over the edge. Her arms pull me closer. âBecause I like seeing you beg. I like hearing your pitiful whines as you beg me to fuck you, like the whore we both know you are. Iâve already given you so much and yet you still want more.â Â
Her tender finger pull on my hair, now her lips are by my ear. âPlease, daddy, please just use me already.â A deep chuckle escapes me. âSee? So needy. But you see, mi pequeño, I canât give you everything you want all at once. Itâll leave you ungrateful. And I donât tolerate brats. Iâm going to leave you wanting and needy. Iâll make the tension so much youâll want me just as much as I need you.â Â
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Fast Pace- 7
Also a very Merry Christmas to all those who celebrate! And Free Palestine.
Summary: You're a hard-working Chef in Paris and after a freak accident run-in with Carlos Sainz, your life makes a 180. Let's just say with a certain agreement, you get your bills paid and in return stand in as Carlos' girlfriend for the press. But will you be able to handle the pressure and ensure the lines don't blur?
Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader
Warnings: I've aged up Carlos, he is 33 in this fic.Smoking, smut, sexual themes, age difference, manipulation, control, slight obsession, tell me if I missed any
Dividers by: @firefly-graphics and @s-silk
Taglist: @httpjeonlicious, @f1lov3r, @messersandmesses, @hollie911, @oriconde08 @thehufflepuffavenger1 @fanboyluvr @thatgirlmj @whyamireadingthis @oriconde08 @depressedriches @roseseraj @skepvids @sain55wifey @distinguishedvoidlady @amatswimming @sachaa-ff @lightdragonrayne @lazybot @dark-night-sky-99 @formula1mount @fangirl-dot-com @saintslewis
Word count: 3,4k
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Part 6~Part 8
Us Weekly:Â Â
âCarlos Sainz seen with a new girl on the paddock.â Â
People Magazine:Â Â
âCarlos Sainzâs new girl proves to be a fashion icon.â Â
Elle Magazine:Â
âCarlos Sainz seen dancing in the rain with his new girlfriend.â Â
Cosmopolitan Magazine:Â Â
âIs this new girl just a fling or here to stay?â Â
You can see the news articles flash before you in full HD on the new phone Carlos got you. Fully signed in on everything. Not only that but your Instagram has blown up already. Ten thousand new followers since you last uploaded a picture with you standing by the paddock. You havenât had time to reply to any comments or new dmâs, because you were on a flight 6 am Monday.Â
âSo, how was your first F1 weekend?â You know its Charles talking to you, but youâd much rather not even open your eyes right now. Eventually, you decide to be courteous, and you see he looks more than excited to talk to you. You gather up all your strength and put on the best smile you can. âIt was a lot more fun than I expected. But there was also a lot of sitting around.â Â
He nods and continues. âYes, Alexandra usually stays home for most gpâs. She usually only comes for the important ones, like Italy where were going now. Itâs strange that Carlos brought you to Zandvoort for your first time.â Your mind feels foggy and thinking of a reason why seems almost useless. Where is Carlos, canât he do all this for you? Â
âYeah um, he was just so excited,â it seems good enough but thinking feels like such a chore. âAre you okay?â He asks, going closer to see if youâre okay. âYeah, Iâm uh fine...Itâs just...â just then your saviour comes. Carlos sits down beside you, unaware of the conversation. âAre you not feeling better yet?â Almost instinctively you wrap your hands around his arm. Â
You wouldnât usually do this. Normally youâd be more aware of your relationship and making sure Carlos is ready. But right now thinking feels above your capacity. âIs she sick?â Charles asks and Carlos can feel the jealousy grow in his stomach. It takes everything in him not to glare at his teammate or tell him to back off. Â
âYeah, smoking withdrawals. I just donât know what to do to help.â He pulls your hair out of your face. Charles sighs, âIâm sorry mate,â he pats you on the shoulder. âIâll leave you then and get to know your girl later on.â When Charles is gone, Carlos takes you under the arms and pulls you closer into his arms, cradling you. Â
âI got you something,â that gets you to look up but what is in his hands disappoint you. Itâs a green smoothie and a big sandwich. âYou brought me healthy food? You monster,â you groan taking the sandwich from him and taking a big bite. He chuckles but continues to rub circles on your back. Â
âI donât like Charles talking to you.â He mumbles, you know heâs talking to himself mostly. âHeâs going to talk to me, Carlos. You take me everywhere, and where you go, he goes.â You chuckle, thinking back to the weekend. He only hums as a reply. âIâm sorry that Iâm like this. I know you donât want this.â Â
You mumble, still enjoying your sandwich, taking sip from your fresh drink. He sighs and shakes his head. âYou keep saying that. What on earth do you mean?â There is annoyance in his voice, you can hear it and it makes you stiffen. Heâs never been annoyed with you before. âI read a few articles about our...agreement. They all say you daddies want stress-free, low-maintenance always happy girls.âÂ
He scoffs at you, âSiempre tan terca. Do you believe everything they say on the internet?â He asks, now regretting giving you the new phone and unlimited data plan. âSo far what theyâve said about you and me has been true.â You shrug, finishing your sandwich as you think back. There were even TikTok's. Â
âOh yeah, and what do they say?â He asks, peering down as you finish your drink. âWell, that Iâm incredibly fashionable and also a gold digger.â You chuckle watching as he rolls his eyes at you again. Then he stares you down, taking your chin between his fingers. âDidnât I tell you, mi querida, you and I are more.â Â
You can see his eyes flicker to your lips, and youâre entranced by his. The silence between you is deafening and you can feel your head spinning. âCan I kiss you?â the words are on the tip of your tongue, but you just donât have the guts to ask. âIâm sorry you had a bad weekend.â He licks his lips and then takes your empty cup and paper and places it on the table. Â
Carlos then takes you in his arms again and holds you tight once more. His smell almost seems to get rid of your headache. âItâs alright, this weekend will be better. Iâm sure, because then youâll feel better and you can be by my side. And with you by my side, the world championship will be mine in no time.â Â
You giggle and curl yourself closer into his side. âCall it my 50%. Being your good luck charm.â He laughs and then pulls you closer to him. âI must warn you my dear, Italy is the home of Ferrari. The Tifosi are...enthusiastic to say the least.â His cheeks almost go pink at the thought of just how excited some of them can be. Â
âThey canât be that bad...â you mutter, languidly making small circles on his thigh. He laughs, âI mean, without them we wouldnât have met.â You turn on your back so that you can look up at him. âWas that the screaming I heard that day?â He smirks and nods. âWhy were you running from them? And why didnât you want to tell me then?â You ask, watching his eyes intensely like always. Â
He leans back, now his hands are in your hair. You can feel your headache dissipating as his big strong hands untangle any knots that hid from you. âSometimes, I just want to roam the streets of Paris without being bombarded to take photos. And I didnât tell you because I was scared you might be one of them and have a... similar reaction.â Â
You canât help but let out a laugh. âDid it disappoint you when I didnât fall to my knees and kiss your shoes?â He lets out a sigh at your shenanigans. âIt was nice for someone to show me kindness because they are human not because of what I do.â This does make your heart melt; you canât help yourself. Â
You let your hands reach up and touch his cheek, letting his scruff tickle your hands. âTell me, how can I be that person for you? What more can I do for you?â He takes your hand and holds it close before he places a kiss on your palm. âDonât ever change. Not for me, not for your family, not for your future. Donât ever let the world take away that smile, or that sprakle in your eyes.â Â
His words bring tears to your eyes, and you canât help but use the sleeves of your (his) hoodie to wipe away the forming tears. âWhy do you cry, mi amor?â He asks, his brows furrowing to a point between his brows. You can just shake your head. âIâm just emotional, is all.â He shakes his head and the continues massaging your scalp. Â
âGet some sleep, mi amor.â Â
Youâre awoken by a door opening. Not a plane door, a hotel door. It takes a few moments to realise, but youâre tucked in deep into the soft comforter. The room is dark, and it doesnât take long for your eyes to get use to the light. Then, you see Carlos coming closer and then squatting down next to the bed. Â
âGood morning, sleepy head. I was starting to get worried that youâd gotten sick.â He says, pushing the hair out of your face. âGood morning?â You ask, starting to sit up, confused by the dark room. He smirks along with a chuckle. âShall I open the curtains?â He then stands and you watch him as he walks across the hotel room to the window. Â
The light floods in and you peak your head back under the covers. âWhat time is it?â You ask, listening as he walks about. âItâs about 12-ish.â This doesnât seem so bad, but Carlos said youâd go to the gym as soon as you landed. The realisation causes you to throw the comforter off.Â
He tsks, coming over and smoothing the furrow between your brows. âWhy would you let me sleep that long?â You ask with just a bit of a whine in your tone. âBecause you are sick and need the rest.â You huff and push out your bottom lip. âI missed our first gym session,â you whine. For once you were looking forward to it and you can see by his wet hair that he already went and already showered. Â
After all, you did see the Instagram story he posted on Friday morning. The thought of seeing him hot and sweaty is enough to get your workout shoes on. Again, he tsks and shakes his head. âNot while youâre recovering. You can take a walk, get some fresh air but that is it until you start to feel better.â Â
Carlosâ voice is stern and leaves no room to argue. For now, youâll just have to continue keeping a close eye on his Instagram. âI bought something for you.â He smiles, walking over to the bag he had placed on the couch in the hotel room. There is a pep in his step. He brings over two boxes and two bags, both from name brands that youâve only ever dreamed of owning. Â
He looks so excited to see you open the boxes and honestly you too are gleaming with elation. The first box is flat and you open it to pull out a beautiful hand spun white boho maxi-dress. âItâs hotter in Italy,â he explains before you open the next box. Its beautiful brown woven sandals to match with the boho effect. Lastly, the bag. Â
The shopping bag has the unmistakable Prada logo. âYou shouldnât have,â you mutter feeling your heartbeat rise. His glare makes you want to eat your words. You take the bag out as if it is ancient Chinese porcelain. The bag matches perfectly with the sandals. The same brown with the same woven effect. Â
âOh, itâs gorgeous Carlos, thank you so much.â You reach over and pull him tight into a hug. You can smell his musky deodorant and it makes you never want to let go. âI saw all these and instantly thought of you.â He smiles and then continues. âLastly, they made special Ferrari merch for Italy.â He explains, taking out the red, yellow and black shirt. Along with a cap with the same colour theme. Â
âYou like them? They make me think more Spanish flag than Italy. It suits you,â you smirk with a raised brow. Once again reminded by his strong accent. He only shrugs, âDoesnât really matter if I like them or not. Wear or donât wear, thatâs up to you.â You gasp and this time itâs your turn to scold them. Â
âNo, Carlos. You must stand up for yourself.â He smirks at your reaction and raises his brow. âIs that so? Iâll keep that in mind next time you push out that bottom lip of yours.â He replies, giving your lip a swipe and then going on. âNow go get dressed. Weâre going out for brunch; you must be hungry.â Â
âThe view is really beautiful, hold on let me send you guys a photo.â You take a picture from the balcony. In clear view is a beautifully crafted, over 500-year-old church. Not only that but you have a perfectly clear view of the circuit. If you wanted to, you could watch the race from the balcony. Knowing Carlos, he would prefer it so. Â
âWoah, girl. Isnât that so cool? In a five-star hotel in Italy right next to the formula one track.â Jasmine says over the phone. You canât help but chuckle. âHow are you feeling?â Ilsa asks, not as impressed by the fancy location. âBetter, heâs really been taking good care of me.â You explain thinking back. âOo, do tell.â Itâs Jas again. Â
âHe let me sleep in his arms on the plane and even tucked me in and let me sleep more. He woke me up with gifts,â you canât talk more before Jasmine demands to know what the gifts are. âHe got me this beautiful dress, and brand-new shoes. Both name brand. And youâll never guess what.â You begin but donât even allow them to guess. âHe got me my very first Prada bag.â Â
You can hear screaming through the phone while you send them a photo. As well as the Instagram photos Carlos took for you. âHe took these photos for you?? Damn girl, he knows all your best angles.â You blush at Jasâ words. âIt seems all too good to be true...â Ilsa seems to speak your thoughts out loud. Â
âYes, there are some small things that seem a bit odd.â They both go a bit quiet. âLike?â Ilsa asks, and you know this might ring alarm bells for them. âHe has these two bodygaurds to follow me everywhere.â You get two wildly different reactions. Jas coos and Ilsa gasps. âAnd I feel a bit like heâs babying me.â Â
Ilsa asks for you to explain. âWell heâs working with a dietitian to make sure I get all my daily vitamins, and once I get better, he got me a personal trainer.â They both are dead silent. âThat is a bit strange...â This time itâs Jasmine talking. âThat doesnât seem normal at all,â itâs Ilsa talking, and you know sheâs right. Â
âBut itâs the terms I agree too so I canât really say anything about it.â There isnât much else to be said. âI suppose, but as soon as he crosses a line, youâll leave him, right?â Ilsa asks and you bite your lip. âThatâs the thing. He hasnât tried to do anything to me, even once. Heâs been nothing but kind to me. He keeps saying he and I will become something more but so far itâs only been words.â Â
They hum as a reply, âMaybe you should make the first move?â Jas suggests and Ilsa scolds her for it. âThatâs the thing, I donât know if I want that. What if it makes things weird between us? What if I do make the first move and thatâs all he sees me as after? What if I do make a move and he just wanted someone to talk to and he ditches me?â You can hear your friends roll their eyes at you. âYouâre overthinking it, Y/N. If itâs meant to be, it will be. For now, just enjoy the lavish life and look hot. Thatâs your job.â Â
The conversation plays in your head over and over. Who is right? Jasmine or Ilsa? Should you just enjoy the luxuries he gives you, or question his actions? Why is he doing all this for you? You read online that Sugar Daddies like to spoil. Take their babies on trips and buy them anything and everything. But do they form diet plans and make sure you get a full 8 hours of sleep? Â
Do they tuck you into bed at night, and get you medication to help with smoking withdrawals? Do they hire a personal trainer to make sure you stay in healthy body? Do they tell you, youâre their person and promise to visit your family? Are there lines being crossed? Should you be more wary? Or should you just shut up and enjoy it? Â
You toss and turn at night. Itâs already 2 in the morning, Carlos had you going to bed at ten. Like you said, he wants you getting a full nightâs rest. You just canât sleep. Likely due to the withdrawals but also due to the storming thoughts in your mind. And you remember feeling this same way all of last weekend. Â
The only other thing that got you to sleep last weekend, was Carlos. Being wrapped in his arms and surrounded by his scent. Now that youâre sleeping in separate rooms, would it be weird for you to ask for him to hold you? How weird is that? Would that be considered making the first move? You know for a fact that Carlos would be seething if he found out you didnât sleep at all. Â
You open the door, there are different bodyguards here. Likely the night shift and it feels so eerie to have them standing there. There arenât even any by his door and you know other drivers are staying here and you havenât seen them have any bodyguards. âUm, excuse me?â You grab their attention, but they donât seem to notice. Â
âDo you maybe have a keycard for Carlosâ room?â The taller of the two reaches into his breast pocket, pulls out a keycard and then hands it to you. âThank you,â you smile up at him but get little reaction. You keep across the hall and open his door with a click. Â
His room is the same as yours, but reversed. You can see from here that he is sound asleep. You can feel a pang of guilt hit you at just the thought of waking him up for something this silly. He looks so peaceful, not stressed, or anxious about his future. No he seems entirely at content to be drifting away in Dreamland. Â
Do you really have to wake him? Can't you just return? It's a nice thought, but you can't help but remember last weekend. You were too exhausted to even enjoy the energy and the surrealism of the moment. You spent most of the time as a zombie in Carlos' room. And when the actual finished, you had been sitting in the garage and only registered when Carlos came up to you. Â
Needless to say he was furious when he found out truly just how little you slept. And how well you hid it from him. You'd gotten use to putting up a smile and hiding the exhaustion from the people most important to you. He told you that your health was on the same level of priority as his racing to him. Which, honestly, blew your mind. Â
Your health has always been on the back burner. Something you'll worry about when you have more money and more time. Now you have an abundance of both and still can't help but ignore it. Because if you adress it, it makes it real. Â
Now, as you stand besides his bead, you can't help but feel like a child. Is that how he sees you? As a responsiblity he's here to dress and take care of? Is that why he won't kiss you? Why his touch is soft and gentle and never show anything more than worry? Â
If you leave now, you know for a fact those goons outside your door will definitely tell him. Likely, they would tell him that you didn't sleep too. Just do it! You had practiced the words so well before. This is the first time you've truly wanted for something. He's taken care of everything else before you could even think about it. But now you have to ask him for something. Â
You gently tap his arm, no reaction. He must be a deep sleeper. This time you shove a bit harder, it's difficult to see exactly what you're shoving especially with the black out curtains. This time, however, he does stir and you can only assume awoke when words spill from his mouth. Â
âWhat is wrong, mi dulce chica?â He asks, already his hand gently caressing your arm. You take a deep breath in and try not to think of your next words too much. âDaddy, I can't sleep.â You can't see his reaction but soon after he opens up the duvet and his arms. Queuing for you to join him. Â
This. This is exactly what you needed. He cradles your head between his arms. Your knees pressed between his legs. You body perfect matching his. That small. The smell of a hot summer day. Of his musky deodorant and what you can only describe as a day in the beach. If you could bottle his scent, you're certain you'd make millions. Â
You had so many questions that you wanted to ask him. But now as you're cuddled in his arms, your thoughts just melt away. Into a nice and warm sheen over your body. Sleep comes easy.
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Fast Pace-6
I do apologize to everyone who has been waiting so so long for this. I was shadowbanned and didn't want to upload anything while, because then you guys can't read it :(. But now, you guys can!
Summary: You're a hard-working Chef in Paris and after a freak accident run-in with Carlos Sainz, your life makes a 180. Let's just say with a certain agreement, you get your bills paid and in return stand in as Carlos' girlfriend for the press. But will you be able to handle the pressure and ensure the lines don't blur?
Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader
Warnings: I've aged up Carlos, he is 33 in this fic. Smoking, smut, sexual themes, age difference, manipulation, control, slight obsession, the word 'daddy', tell me if I missed any
Dividers by: @firefly-graphics and @s-silk
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Word count: 2,9k
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Part 5~Part 7
A loud thunder crack causes a few people in the restaurant's head to snap up to the sky. Including my dear Y/N. Is she scared of thunder? Caco did not tell me this. Â
Usually, my mind would immediately worry about the race. How will the rain affect the car? How will the rain affect the track? How the rain affect my driving? Not now, ever since saw her for the first-time racing has been at the far back of my mind. If Caco or any of the Ferrari team knew this, theyâd want to get rid of her as soon as possible. But if she has to leave so do I. Â
Her big brown eyes look up to me with concern and it just makes me want to wrap her up in my arms and never let go. Now, I worry about her getting wet. She might get sick or slip and fall. I did not bring an umbrella. I bring up my phone and go to dial the driver, but Iâm interrupted before I can make the call. Â
âWhat are you doing?â Those delicate brows of hers pull together while she asks me. âIâm calling a driver.â We havenât finished eating, barely halfway through the meal but Iâd kick myself if she develops a cold so soon in my care. There is a twinkle in her eyes and a smile pulls at her cheeks. âWhy would you do that?â I canât help but want to know what she is thinking. Â
âI donât want you to get sick, querida.â I lean forward, wanting to take her hand and caress it, but Iâm not sure if sheâll allow me yet. A small laugh, a gentle one, sheâs clearly amused with me, escapes her lips. âIâm sure a little rain wonât hurt. Iâm not made of sugar.â She shrugs and canât imagine that someone has such little care for their well-being. Especially someone as valuable as her. Â
Consistently, my brow raises. âCare to explain the medical bills I paid then?â Her cheeks light up and her eyes drag down to her shoes again. Now that her hair is down, she insists on hiding behind it. But when her eyes meet me again, she seems to beg for me to forget about it. How could I ever forget anything about her? âIn any case, for me you are made candy floss.â Â
âYou know, that reminds me of a poem. The author of it unknown, some people accredit it to Shakespear but clearly, they did not pay attention in English class if they think that. The true poet is unknown, but some consider it to be Qyazzirah Syeikh Ariffin. He says that you love the rain, but you open your umbrella. You love the sun but hide in the shade. It goes on but later he says that he fears what it means to be loved.â Â
Her words are so captivating, and her mind is something that Iâd get lost in. The words she speaks, to me itâs like listening to a professor. One who has studied years to know exactly what they are saying. If she was my teacher, Iâd get 100%, because Iâd cling to her every word. If I could have her talking forever, Iâd make sure I will live forever so that I may hear every word. Â
âHow do you know this?â I ask, needing her to say more. She gives the cutest shrug. âIt was between cooking or teaching English. I thought Iâd make more money cooking and my parents wanted me to choose something more stable.â My blood boils thinking her parents wouldnât support her true dream. How could they not see the beauty I see? Â
âBut do you like it? The cheffing I mean.â She seems to think for a moment, biting her lip. If she does it, one more time I wonder if Iâll have control. But I must, I canât scare her off. I canât bear to lose her. And I wonât. Not of my own doing and not by anybody elseâs. Iâll give her the world and make sure no one can give her anything else or take anything from her. Â
âUm... I did, at the beginning. When I could move to the centre of France, Paris. When I got to be independent, but it soon turned out to be more than I bargained for. I quickly got sick, because I wasnât eating well. My mind wanders and it would take my mother calling for me to realise I hadnât eaten. And then I fell behind on the bills. The stress made me smoke more which made me sicker.â Ah I see. Â
The big world just got too much for my baby. Sheâs too small to know how to care for herself. I see now why she needs me so. Her mind wanders to a fantasy world. She wants to be someone big and important. And paramount people donât have to worry about those small things like what to eat and drinking enough water. Â
âAre you feeling any withdrawals yet? I know it was a bit thing to ask but you must know that I just want you to be as healthy as possible. So that you can enjoy all the things in life I want to give you.â She gives a coy smile and shakes her head. âNo, itâs the least I can do for all youâve done so far. I thought Iâd be stuck with that debt for the rest of my life.â Â
She rolls her eyes just thinking about it. I could see the moment the money was transferred that her shoulders got lighter, and her smile got brighter. I wonât let another thing in the world affect her like this. Nothing will ever again sit on her shoulders. âIf you feel even slightly off tell me immediately.â She nods, hiding her face again. Â
It irritates me, I want to see her as much as I can. I reach up and tuck her hair behind her ear. Iâll have to get her some hair accessories, just to make sure she doesnât hide from me anymore. Â
Because I can get her anything. She has me to provide for her and make sure that she stays in the most pristine condition. Now she can go of in her fantasy world and Iâll stay on earth to make her bubble doesnât burst. âSo, you donât want to work as a cook anymore?â I need to ask, and I need to know exactly what her dreams consist of so that I may make it a reality. Â
Again, she bites her lip, and I can feel my trousers grow tight. How on earth has she been roaming this earth? How are people not fighting tooth and nail to be in my position? âI think Iâd much prefer something...slower. Less stressful, you know? Iâd like to cook, yes, but rather at home or maybe even have my own show!â Â
The excitement twinkles in her eyes again and I must know more. âWhen I was younger, my mother would teach me how to cook and Iâd always imagine that I'm on a program. Weâd watch master chef and Iâd always imagine being Christina Tosi or Amandine Chaignot. But even then more than anything I wanted to be involved in fashion. In any shape or form. Even if I had to cook to the models.â Â
She laughs, ever so slightly and I can see the memories flash behind her eyes. Then it will be so. Then suddenly we can both hear a slight pitter patter fall on the roof top. Her eyes instantly snap right over my shoulder. Watching as the pavement turn from concrete grey to cloudy grey. Â
âAs I was saying before. If it rains I am not afraid to get wet. If it snows I will not be afraid of the cold. And if I ever fall in love I hope I treat it the same.â I canât help but lean in closer. I canât help myself. In every sense I need to be as close as possible to her. Even if, for now, I donât know if she wants me to be as near as I want to be. Â
But when she looks up at me with those big doe eyes, my actions become uncontrolable. Her gaze makes me feel like a prescious jewel being discovered for the first time. Even if it is her who is Painite, rarer than Diamonds, rarer than Emeralds. Her hands are just too resistable, her skin too soft. I take her hand in mine, but refuse to look anywhere but her hypnotic eyes. Â
I bring her knuckles to my lips and place a slow, gentle kiss. âYou promise?â Her fair cheeks turn a rosy pink colour. She bites her lips and it takes everything in me not to kiss her. âI canât make any promoses, Carlos. Emotions arenât to be controlled or guarenteed. They are free and wild and only earned.â Â
âThen I will earn your heart.â Â
My heart breaks that I had to leave her, but my personal trainer had been blowing up my phone. I know heâs right. I know I have to keep my body up to standard for the racing. Even then, my mind is still with her. I had let her play in the rain after our late lunch. I could see in her eyes that she so badly wanted to play. Â
I told her that Iâll buy her everything all over again just to see her happy. Just to see her enjoy herself Iâd let her rip the entire hotel appart. This did make her smile and it melted my heart. I didnât care for the people staring, or the people taking pictures. All I see is the twinkle in her eyes and those cheeks become round with a wide smile. Â
When I left her, her nose and cheeks were rosy pink and she was cold to the touch. I told her to take a shower and bundle up. I was honestly struggling to keep my head straight while gyming. The thought of the water fallings over those soft curves of hers makes me hot and heavy. It makes me adrenaline go crazy and my mind fuzzy. My trainer said I hit a new PR on the weights. Â
I had been gone for at least an hour or two, but the sun had long since set. The girls Iâd been with before, yes they were kind, yes they were sweet, but they just werenât her. It was the moment I set my eyes on her in that restuarant, I knew I had to have her. They feared the public eye, they wanted nothing to do with the most important parts of my life. She craves it, sheâs there whenever I need her. Â
I found her curled up on the couch. Sheâd taken the extra cushions and comforters and build herself a bed there. The blankets are all the way up to her nose. Sheâs curled into a little ball. Taking up as little space as possible. My heart flutters and my cock goes hard. I need a shower. Â
Why would she do that? Hadnât I told her to sleep on the bed? Why does she insist on defying me when all I do is for her betterment? Terco como siempre. I prepare the bed, making sure there isnât a single then wrong. I pick her up bridal style, up close I can hear the very light snores. She doesnât wake, however, she cuddles up closer to me. And when I tuck her in nice and close and canât help but notice how innocent she looks with her new pjâs. Â
She clings to my shirt when I lay her down, in her subconscious she needs me as much as I need her. More than the money, more than the fame, more than the job. She wants me, she needs me. I am nothing without her and I must make sure that I will never loose her. Â
After the shower, sheâd thrown the duvet off to the side. Sheâd spread out across the bed and her shirt had ridden up right under her breast. And suddenly I need a cold shower again. Her skin is soft, like a freshly hatched dove. Her skin the same colour too and I canât but want her to get more sun. Â
My hands move without control again. Her delicate curves are like a magnet to my body. I make sure to be as soft and slow as I can, to not make a noise. Just slightly hovering above her small body. My lips make contact with the arch of her collarbone, just small gentle kisses. I do not make a sound, but she sure does. Smalls whimpers and whines escape her lips. Â
Mi pequeña wants this. Still deep in sleep, but her hands grab for me. Yearn for me, like I do to her. Just soft, almost ticklish kisses on her collar. Worshipping her like I so badly want to. But, for now, I wonât take it any further. Call it but a goodnight kiss. I slept on the couch, otherwise, I wouldnât have been able to control myself. Â
âDulce niña, what happened here? Did you hurt yourself while I was gone?â Carlosâ hands come up to your neck. You instantly notice how his hands are big enough to wrap around your entire neck, youâre sure. Your brows intertwine, you know what heâs talking about. You tried curling your hair, to look good if there are cameras, but clearly you need more practice. Â
His brows furrow and concern fill his eyes. The look in his eyes is the same as last night, in your dreams. You can remember his big stromg arms taking holding you. Of those storming eyes commanding you to scream his name. If he found out about these filthy dreams you had, youâd sink into the ground of embarresment. Heâs a classy guy who hasnât asked for anything more than a smile, now youâre the one thinking of his skin on yours. Â
 Not only that but you woke up in the bed this morning, even after going to bed on the couch. You and your girls had been talking for longer than youâd realised, likely falling asleep while on the phone call. Theyâd been just as excited as you were about the whole day. Both of them swooning and wishing their partners would do and say what he does. Â
You heard him coming back while you were getting ready. âNo, no, donât start with that mister.â You say, jabbing him in his chest. Heâs sweaty and had clearly just come back from the gym. Itâs already 07:30. His eyebrows furrow together. âI told you that Iâd sleep on the couch. You are a very important person and need your full rest.â Â
A smirk forms on his face and it only makes you more annoyed. He crosses his arms and leans back, clearly done listening. âYou already take care of me, give me a chance to take care of you. Relationships are 50/50. Even the more...unconventoinal ones.â You canât help but hold onto his shirt, really wanting to drive the point home. âI agree, you tell me what you want and I give it to you. 50/50.â Â
You fold your arms together and roll your eyes. âVous ĂȘtes impossible.â Something compared to a growl escapes his throat. He pulls you close to him by the hips. âI like it when you talk French to me.â Then his hand grazes your collar again. âNow tell me, what happened.â Concern is etched into his eyes and his touch is as gently as can be. Â
You shrug, âI wanted to curl my hair, but I havenât used the curling iron in a few years...â He looks confronted with your words. âIf you know you canât use it, why risk hurting yourself.â He tucks a strand of now wavy hair behind your ear. You shrug and look up at him, âI wanted to impress you.â He lets out a loud laugh and takes your face in his hands. Â
âYouâre too cute. Whatâd I do to have someone like you share a hotel room with me?â His eyes look and it makes you feel so warm inside. âYou paid me,â your answer is blunt but the truth. Youâre still not entirely sure where you stand in this strange relationship. He laughs just like before, âThat reminds me, I got you something.â Â
He then opens his gym bag and then pulls out a handfull of things. He hands them to you and you can see itâs a bunch of hair accesories. A gold headband, a gold claw clip and some scrunchies of various colours. You furrow your brows at him and he ecplains himself by taking the headband and carefully guiding it across your hair. âI donât like how you hide from me. This should make sure that you canât anymore.â Your cheeks go pink, he noticed. Â
âCan I ask you a really strange question?â Youâre not sure why now you decided to ask the question thatâs been forming in your bind. It just slipped out and when he looks at you like that you donât have much control anymore. âAlways.â He smiles, still fixing your hair. âDo I have to call you daddy?â Â
His hand stops and his eyes meet yours. He forms a slight grin and then pulls your closer by the shoulders. He bends down low and then whispers in your ear. âOnly when you want something.â Â
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Fantastic news! Tumblr has responded to my emails confirming it was just a glitch and it has been fixed! I am so so so overjoyed by this news. Call it my Christmas gift!
Fast Pace will be resuming then the 26th of December. Can't wait to see everyone's reactions!
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Just finished writing Fast Pace. Now I'm just waiting to be unbanned in order to post them all. 10 More chapters. Can't wait for everyone's reactions. Let's just hope @tumblr does their job...
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