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tiredbuthappy · 2 years

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This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things (Carlos' Version)

A/N: A/N: Hey ya'll! I'm so sorry this is a day late! But it was made with lots of love and I hope you all enjoy! There's still so much ahead and I can't wait to share it with you. Ok love you guys and especially @haterpenny. Gif by @mclarenhateblog

Warning: Smut, language!, drama, fluff?

Words: 3287

Please read previous parts (Champagne Problems series), all linked HERE.

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You took off towards the Ferrari garage, eager to get the words that were rattling around in your head out. The garage was mostly empty as the team was off celebrating Charles’ podium. You stumbled about, searching for where his driver's room may be, when you finally found a door with the number 55 sprawled across it. You outstretched your hand to knock, feeling suddenly overcome with nerves. You rapt on the door and waited, foot-tapping rapidly.

You heard a grumble and then it was being pulled open to reveal a rather disheveled looking Carlos on the other side. His expression shifted and he looked surprised to see you.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” He questioned, peeking his head out the door to see if you were alone.

“Shouldn’t you be on the podium?” He asked.

“I don’t care about that. I care about you. I needed to be sure you were okay.” You replied truthfully.

“I’m okay. Got a concussion, some bruises but it’s nothing I can’t handle.” Sure, you saw much worse injuries in racing, but a concussion still seemed fairly serious to you.

“When my engineer told me you crashed- I panicked.” You confessed, earning an interested look from the Spaniard.

“It’s okay, I’m fine. Really.” He insisted, his hand waving dismissively, but he didn’t seem to catch your meaning. You tried again.

“I panicked because I was worried something could have happened and you’d never know how I feel about you. I know things have been complicated and I’m sorry. I’ve been struggling a lot this season and I’ve been afraid. But I’ve noticed that I never seem to feel that way around you.” You told him, mentally replaying every moment you had shared since that night after your wreck.

Aside from all of the silly drama and miscommunications, you felt like you could be yourself around him and feel free from any judgment.

“And I’ll always care about Dan- he’ll always be a part of my life. But… he’s my past. I really think that you could be my future.” You stumbled on your words a bit, but you finally found yourself able to get your feelings out. It felt amazing, like all of the uncertainty and stress was just gone.

Carlos still hadn’t said anything but he was smiling, his eyes so focused on your own.

“Can I kiss you?” You couldn’t believe he had to ask.

You grabbed the top of his suit and pulled him back into a desperate kiss, one that was quickly becoming more scandalous than sweet.

You decided to push things a bit further, your fingers sneaking up and beginning to unzip his suit. Now it was Carlos’ turn to pull away, his eyebrow raised in question.

“Here?” He asked, a little bit of a grin sneaking its way onto his lips.

“Unless you want to wait.” You said, forcing yourself to pause although you were desperate to finally feel his skin against yours.

“I’m tired of waiting.” He replied simply, a ravenous look falling over his features. He assisted you in removing the sleeves of his suit, letting the top of it fall awkwardly around his waist before reaching for the zipper on yours. You did the same before tugging your legs out and looking up at him in anticipation, licking your lips slightly. You knelt down and pulled your fireproofs off, leaving you in just your Red Bull shirt. Carlos seemed a bit caught up in your movements, his eyes lingering on where the bottom of your shirt skimmed your hips.

While holding his gaze, you gripped at the bottom of it and pulled it off over your head, tossing it carelessly aside. This left you standing before him in a sports bra and your panties. You slowly proceeded, moving to take the bra off.

“Wait-” Carlos said suddenly, putting his hand up to stop you. You furrowed your brow in confusion and watched as he moved towards the door, quickly turning the lock. Then he was back before you, nodding slightly in an effort to get you to continue. You smirked at the forethought and went back to undressing. You peeled your bra off and let it join the pile of discarded garments, before bending downwards and removing your panties as well.

“Dios mio,” Carlos practically sighed as his eyes roamed over you, sounding like he had wanted to drink you in for so long. He walked around you very slowly, his hands skimming across your shoulders gently, and then down the length of your spine. His touch was featherlight and sent a light chill through you, you were finding it incredibly hard to stay still. Then he was pushing your hair behind one shoulder and pressing kisses to your neck. Your breath hitched and you leaned back into him, your desire mounting with every passing second. You couldn’t help but think back to that scene in Dirty Dancing and the first time your lips had touched his.

Finally, after he finished his little inspection of your naked form, he was facing you once more, his arousal quite obvious beneath his fireproofs.

“Ok. Your turn.” You replied, your brows raised, your voice a bit ragged with lust.

“Fair is fair.” He agreed, making quick work of his undergarments. You couldn’t help but stare as you saw Carlos standing there in all of his broad-shouldered, tanned-skinned glory. You reached out and touched his toned chest making him tense, just barely.

He leaned a bit closer before brushing some of your hair behind your ear, and then burying his hand in the back of it, bringing you harshly into a searing kiss. He pulled your hair and your mouth fell open- it hurt in the most delicious way.

“I have wanted this for so long,” Carlos mumbled between kisses peppered across your jaw and neck.

“To be close to you, to feel you.” He continued speaking in that low voice, tilting his forehead down to rest against yours. The way his eyes met yours- it was like he truly saw you. Not a driver, a championship contender, a rival- but instead a woman that he would give anything to be near.

Really, you shouldn’t be doing this- well, at least not here. Anybody could come knocking, and they likely would. Still, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

You let out a moan into his mouth and swore you could feel his lips curl into a smile. His hands trailed down your body, greedily reaching to touch every part of you, as though he was still worried he may never get another opportunity.

You slowly dropped down to your knees, Carlos froze like a deer in headlights at the sight. You let your hands trail over him, exploring his toned thighs and sneaking a hand back to grab his ass. He jumped a little at the contact and you did your best to hide your chuckle. Then you took him in your hand, slowly pumping his thick cock, looking up at him through your lashes with a devious grin. You took him in your mouth all at once, his head dropping back at the contact, a low groan leaving his lips.

You almost couldn’t believe it was happening- having Carlos completely exposed and moaning for you. It was enough to make heat pool between your legs. You bobbed your head back and forth as his hand drifted into your hair, encouraging your movements. You hummed against him, your hand moving in tandem with your mouth to give him as much pleasure as possible.

He glanced downwards and caught your gaze, and a breathless ‘fuck’ came lowly from him. You loved the way his hips bucked against you like he just couldn’t control himself. He used the hand rooted in your hair to firmly yet carefully pull you off of him and guide you to your feet, a surprised gasp sneaking its way out of you.

Then his lips were back on yours with searing intensity, making you almost dizzy with passion. He pressed you back until your legs hit the little couch behind you and you plopped down. Immediately, he dropped to his knees and grabbed your left ankle, and pressed a kiss to it. Then the kisses migrated to your calf, then your knee, then up your thigh.

His eyes flicked up to yours and he licked his lips, a devilish smirk falling over his features. You found yourself trembling slightly at his careful scrutiny and tight grip, the anticipation that had been growing for months finally coming to a head. He hoisted your legs up and placed them on his shoulders, his arms wrapped greedily around your thighs to keep you in place. You let your head fall back and couldn’t help but wonder what the hell you had gotten yourself into.

He bowed his head between your thighs and took a long, languid lick over your slick, his tongue paying special attention to your clit. You sighed at the contact, your legs tensing as your impatience mounted.

“Como el azúcar,” He mumbled against you, his voice thick with desire.

“Please, Carlos,” You managed to rasp out, sick of his teasing. You knew he would never let you live down the fact that he got you to beg, but his touch was far more important than your pride at that point.

Finally, he gave in and pressed his lips against you, your hips bucking at the contact like a jolt of electricity. He quickened his tongues pace and focused on finding the spots that made you whine and shake.

“You’re such a good girl, making such beautiful sounds for me.” He said between his ministrations, another desperate, high sigh leaving your lips at his praise. You had imagined sharing an intimate moment like that with Carlos more than once- but the real thing was way better than anything you could have possibly imagined.

Then his full focus went to making you cum. He inserted one of his fingers into you and you couldn’t believe how good the little bit of pressure felt. He had his tongue and finger working in tandem, pulling gasps out of you as you pressed your hips as close to him as you possibly could. Finally, you were stuttering out pleas, begging him to keep going- right there. Then you were coming undone around him, your body feeling limp and deliciously heavy as wave after wave of pleasure flooded through you. Carlos worked his way up your body, littering kisses as he went before devouring your moans in another kiss and settling beside you on the couch.

He pulled away and looked down at you with adoration in his eyes, his tender gaze enough to bring the butterflies back to your chest. You climbed onto his lap, his hand taking yours to help you balance. Then you were pressing your lips to his as you slid yourself down onto his length, little moans leaving the both of you at the sensation. He wrapped his arms around your waist and helped you rise and fall, the thrusts deep and slow.

Your head fell back at the feeling of him stretching you so perfectly, your hands resting on his broad shoulders for support. One of his hands trailed across your back and gently skimmed down your spine while the other tightly held your hip. You dropped your head and captured his lips in another kiss, one of your hands moving into his thick hair and giving it a little tug, eliciting a groan from his chest.

It felt so good to finally be taking what you wanted, to be making the decisions instead of just reacting to them. Things with Carlos felt like a clean slate, a new start.

You continued rolling your hips, his length sliding in and out as happy sighs and moans filled the room. If you had your wits about you, you would be worried if the rest of the garage could hear you, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

His hands slipped down to your ass, which he grabbed handfuls of and assisted you in your bouncing, your legs starting to quiver from the exertion and your approaching second orgasm. Thank God you stayed hydrated during that race.

“I’m going to-” He warned you, his expression shifting to one of pure ecstasy. You leaned down and cut him off and captured his lips in another kiss as his hips stuttered, a groan sneaking out of him as he filled you. His arms rose and wrapped around your torso, holding you close as you joined him, falling over your peak. You let yourself collapse against him, leaning into his touch, your face rested in the crook of his neck as your sweaty bodies rose and fell in unison.

You stayed hidden there, pressing sweet little kisses to his neck and collar every few moments. He stroked your hair and languidly caressed your back, like he was still desperate to have his hands all over you.

“Mi corazón, that was… that was-” Carlos stammered for a moment, doing his best to try and find the right words.

“I know.” You agreed, filling in the blanks for him. His lips were extra pink, and you found it nearly impossible to take your eyes off of him. You ran your fingers through his hair, and then skimmed them down his cheek and across his handsome jaw, your fingers scratching along the little bit of stubble there. He was so damn gorgeous, he didn’t seem real.

Your concentration was broken by a knock at the door. Suddenly the reality of the situation came hurtling back to you.

“Shit.” You muttered, carefully pulling yourself off of his lap and clambering towards your pile of clothes. He followed suit, rummaging through his backpack before putting on his team polo and hopping into a pair of khaki shorts.

You backed into the corner and Carlos opened the door, only an inch or so.

“Hey man, I just wanted to see how you were doing. I’m surprised you’re still here.” It was Charles, come to check on his teammate.

“Oh- good, good. Congrats on the podium.” He said, slapping Charles on the shoulder, being just a little too casual. You hid in the corner, hoping that Charles wouldn’t catch on to what was going on. Carlos looked absolutely fucked, still glistening with a bit of sweat, lips plump, a hickey or two lining his neck.

“We’re going out to celebrate. If you’re feeling well enough, you should come join us.” He said, seeming rather oblivious. But that’s Charles.

Carlos inhaled through his teeth and shook his head.

“You know I don’t think I’m feeling up to it. But uh…thank you.”

“Alright. Feel better mate.” Charles said, with one last good-willed slap shared between the two of them. Then he was gone and Carlos was turning his attention back to you.

“Ok- how the hell are we going to sneak out of here?” You asked as you finished zipping your race suit back up. He pursed his lips and shrugged slightly.

“We work here.” He said nonchalantly.

“I do not work at Ferrari.” You reminded him, as though your Red Bull suit wasn’t a dead giveaway.

“Ok, ok. You leave and I’ll stay behind for a bit. If anyone asks, just say that you were checking on me. That’s true, no?” He questioned, pulling a chuckle from you.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that.” You agreed.

“I’ll meet you at your room at six.” You snuck a peek at your phone. It was nearly four.

“Sounds good.” Then you were just standing there, no idea what to say. Carlos took your hand and offered you a warm, reassuring smile. He pressed a kiss to your knuckles and then a quick one to your lips.

“Until then, mi amor.” He told you, and you felt a blush creep to your cheeks. You tried to shake it off as you stepped out the door, shooting him a small wink as you made your escape. Then you were wandering through their somewhat unfamiliar turf, doing your best to look as casual as possible. You nodded at a mechanic or two and then you were scampering off, back to Red Bull, hoping that Christian and the rest of the team had already left.

They had not.

You found Christian standing in a doorway, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Y/N- a word.” He said, sounding much like a principal about to scorn a student. You put on a fake smile- your very best one, and followed your boss into his office. You remained silent and settled into a chair, crossing your legs as you waited for your reprimand to begin. Then you decided you may as well beat him to the punch.

“Christian, I’m so sorry for today. I swear, it will never happen again. I’ll make a statement, I’ll say whatever you want me to say.” You said, nervous about what possible punishment he could have in store for you. You awaited his reply, gnawing on your lip, desperate for him to speak, to say anything. You had never done anything so irresponsible in your career and your stomach was in knots. You watched as he reached into a drawer and pulled out some magazine before tossing it on the desk, plainly in your view.

Carlos Sainz Jr and Daniel Ricciardo in Trouble? The woman dominating F1 on and off the grid.

You felt your chest tighten at the headline. Your eyes skimmed the cover, and you felt nauseous as you saw a photo of you and Carlos from the golf course, kissing intensely, and a photo of you and Dan dancing at a club in a rather compromising position.

“Is this what you want to be associated with your name?” Christian questioned, his brow raised in a smug fashion typically reserved for his verbal sparrings with Toto Wolff. Maybe Toto would hire you when Red Bull kicked you to the curb.

“This- this isn’t what it looks like,” You said, desperately trying to convince him that this wasn’t a fair representation of you. He had to know that after years of working together.

“Really? Because it looks like you’re fucking half the grid.” He snapped, cutting off your thought. You felt tears spring to your eyes at his harshness. You clenched your jaw, finding it increasingly difficult to bite your tongue.

“You know they’ll look for any reason to criticize me.” You stated defensively. Normally Christian was one of your biggest supporters, you had never heard him speak like that before.

“Well then stop giving them reasons! For fuck’s sake. You’re the only woman on the grid. I know I don’t have to explain to you what that means. You need to be better, you need to be smarter than the rest. I know you’re here because you deserve to be. Prove it to everyone else.” Horner didn’t give you the opportunity to reply, he was too busy making his way towards the door.

He paused and turned back to face you.

“And if you ever skip another podium, you’ll be suspended.”

With that, he was gone and you felt like you had been punched in the stomach. You doubled over in your seat, silent tears streaming down your face. How had things gotten so out of hand? You were snapped back to reality by the vibration of your phone.

Big Dick Ricc: Have you seen this shit?

Big Dick Ricc: We need to talk. I can’t wait anymore.

Read Daniel’s Version here.

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sukunas-play-thing · 4 years

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Tetsutetsu xf!reader

Workout.. Interrupted

((Lookie here. If I'm being honest, my face heated up at the mere thought of such a thing happening to me. So I thought I'd write it up and share it with ya'll. Y'all won't be disappointed.))

Warnings: filthy, dirty hardcore smut bec I'm a thirsty bitch for my Real Steal. Cursing. Characters are 18+.

Word count: 6062

Tetsutetsu x F!Reader smut

Being with Tetsutetsu had given you enough motivation to work-out. And were very thankful for it. Since your relationship, you've gotten leaner and felt more sexy not to mention the strength.

For your workout for the day, you went with a comfortable noodle strap tank and exercise leggings. Feeling comfortable enough, you picked your tunes to listen to and got to work. Pre stretching, along with Brazilian butt lifts. You already had begun to feel the burn. After about 15 minutes of pre workout. You got your bottle water to take a good swig before beginning the real deal.

More or less Sweat had begun to form on your skin, hair disheveled mess you gotten on a cycle machine. Due to having ear buds in, you hadn't noticed or even heard the steel Quirk user enter the room. Watching with hungry eyes. Watching with pure guttural intent.

How your ass was hugged by those leggings you wore, the Sweat falling down the curve of your back. His cock had begun to twitch with much ferocity. God he wanted you.

So began the hunt. You had stopped mid step as you stretched your leg out, apparently a leg cramp. No matter he was on a mission.

He crept just close enough behind you that he could finally land a hard slap to your behind watching your ass bounce by the sheer force of the slap. You, unknowingly moaned instantly at the contact. The Sting causing you to dampen your thing immediately.

You dared to move, faltering every move to a still as he continued his assault on your ass and thighs. Your heat throbbed with need. Clutching the handle bars for dear life Tetsutetsu begun pulling down your leggings and panties along with the material. You waiting with much anticipation, his rough calloused hands roaming your thick thighs before deft finger begun tracing your most sensitive bud between your legs. Arching your ass closer to him you felt the evidence growing in size.

Tetsutetsu let out the most animalistic growl you ever heard. Before he gripped your hips with ferocity and plunging his hard girthy cock inside you. Your eyes bulged out and mouth making a surprised 'o' shape upon feeling his cock stretch you to great lengths. Your hands gripping the handle bars so tightly your knuckles turned white. His powerful thrust caused you and the exercise machine to jerk forward. Not allowing you time to adjust nor move away, his grip turned deathly plunging his cock out and full force back in your awaiting sex. You moaned a sinful profanity while he assaulted your wet core with merciless intent.

"Tets--oh god Tetsu yes." He used one hand to grip your breast giving the covered mound a nice squeeze before pulling your back to his hard chest and wrapping his fingers around your throat. Not too tightly to restrict air flow, but just applying enough pressure to add to the sensation. After getting the right rhythm and comfort, his hard thrusts turned into animalistic and inhuman speeds. The machine rattling loudly along with the sound of skin slapping Skin. His groans, growls and cursing echoing off the walls shamelessly.

"FUCK (name). Your pussy so tight around mt cock." His breath hot and husky in your ear.

He landed another hard slap to your ass, before placing his hands underneath your thighs and lifting you with no problem before moving you to the barbell machine laying you down on the low table. Giving him better access he lifted your legs over his shoulders and began his assault with much vigor. Your moans now turning into screams that'd make a pornstar shameful. God feeling how his cock stretches you and hits your G-spot that right way made your head spin and see stars and bursts of white light in your vision. Head hitting the seat with force you'd be shocked if you didn't gain a concussion after this session. Your arms flailed to keep up with him, trying desperately to grip something to keep you grounded. You had no idea what came over Tetsutetsu, but the man that's fucking you with such force right now? Almost like a sex god.

Looking into his eyes you nearly didn't recognize him. So lost in lust, you quite enjoyed being fucked like a hateful slut. And wouldn't mind if he did this again. Lost in thought tetsutetsu gave your ass another hard slap that made your lip quiver and whimper. "Hey darling. Focus on me." His gruff voice laced with domination. Your pussy clenched, spasmed and twitched at his words.

He soon flipped you so you were laying on your knees with your chest against the seat. Your hands soon found the edges, one hand gripping the seat while the other was held steadfast against your back by Tetsutetsu. Using the other hand to grip your hair. His thrusting became erratic. You focused on his cock how it hit the right spot inside you repeatedly before your orgasm hit you so hard you screamed his name bloody murder.

"YES TET. FUCK ME AHH OH GOD YES." That was enough to throw him over the edge of ecstasy. His head falling back and getting out a deep loud guttural yell.

It's so hot when you know your man is getting pleased by the sounds he makes. Nearly threw you into another hard orgasm. His thrusting soon began to sloe, feeling his cock milk your abused hole, feeling the spurts of cum inside you and cock pulsing till it went still and limp inside you.

Chest was heaving heavy and hard, that was the hardest he's ever came before. His breath hitched when you tried moving from your now uncomfortable position.

He held you down because of it.

Leaning down to your ear he practically growled the next words.

"Shower. Now."

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