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Heated argument with Carlos leads to passionate make-up sex 😏

summary: you and carlos have been hooking up for years, but you've never been exclusive. but tonight, another ferrari driver catches your attention. carlos needs to remind you who you belong to.

warnings: 18+, smut, p-in-v, minors stay away! choking kink (are we surprised)? a bit derogatory if you squint, dom carlos.

a/n: this is such an old request but i'm glad i finally was able to get through it, straight up porn barely any plot, but it is what it is. idk where you are anon but i hope u enjoy it, as always thoughts and opinions are greatly appreciated

Your Name on My Lips

It had been going on for ages- from the very first months when Carlos had joined Toro Rosso. You had also been new in the team, working within the public relations department and handling most of the media stuff. Young, naive, and in awe of being able to work with a formula one team. How could you not fall for the Spanish driver?

At first, you had both blamed it on the alcohol. Too many drinks after the first afterparty the team hosted had you both tumbling into Carlos’ hotel room together. It was messy, but it was good. Carlos knew your body like the back of his hand, pushing your body to the limit in the best way possible. You knew you couldn't go back to the usual goody two-shoed boys you liked dating. Carlos had completely ruined it for you.

The next morning you had both agreed to never speak of it again, laughing it off casually, but before you could even leave the room you were both already on each other again, chasing each other's lips. At that moment you knew you were hooked.

Even when Carlos left for Renault, you had both discussed stopping it. It would be much harder to sneak around when you both worked in different teams. It was a respectful attempt really, as you both made it four races in before you texted each other to meet up behind one of the garages, the agreement be damned.

Toro Rosso, Renault, McLaren and now Ferrari. You couldn't stop it even if you wanted to.

Nobody on track or off track knew, both of you keeping your relationship behind closed doors.

Nobody needed to know if it was nothing serious. All they needed to know was that you were friends.

At this point, you had both grown familiar with each other, knowing about each other’s lives from the inside and out because well, it was impossible to hook up with someone for seven years without talking about your personal life. Whenever you had problems you both would run to each other- mainly to fuck and forget, but the longer things progressed the longer talks became, and sometimes you both would just meet to talk. But that was normal. Right?

You tell yourself it’s simple and there’s no reason to over complicate things. You don't complain. The sex is amazing, and keeping at it with no feelings being thrown in the mix? Seemed like a good deal to you.

You both aren't exclusive either, Carlos known to sneak one to too many pretty girls into his hotel room whenever the paparazzi weren't looking. Of course he had the decency to do it whenever you weren't around. But you knew that was going on, you weren’t stupid.

You had your fair share of hook-ups as well, making sure that your options were off-track people because you didn’t need that kind of thing following you around. As Carlos does though, you only do it when he is not around.

It’s not like you both cared about it, but you just knew you would both end up going home together if you were at the same party.

This time it’s different though. It’s Max’s birthday in Monaco and to kick it off with a bang he had made sure to invite everybody, and by everybody he really had meant everybody.

There were a mix of team members in the club, along with most drivers and some of Max’s childhood friends. You’re invited of course, Max having been one of your first friends as well.

It had been a long night of dancing, chatting, and drinking that you’re starting to feel a bit restless. The past few weeks had been intense- and Carlos’ new spot in Ferrari only meant he was busier and busier. You had hoped that you were finally able to catch him.

You know Carlos is somewhere at the party but you can’t seem to be bothered to find him. You had both met eyes earlier that evening, already agreeing to go home together but it was getting later, which only meant you were getting tipsier, and god you had needs when you were tipsy.

You’re looking around for Carlos, a cocktail in your hand and a pout on your lips. The lights in the club weren’t helping your case and you let out a soft sigh. For a second you consider looking for someone else, but as you search the dance floor for a decent looking guy you feel a tap on your shoulder, causing you to turn.

“Who’re you looking for?” You’re surprised to see the Monaguesque driver in front of you and you can’t help but smile a bit at him, looking over him discreetly. He was wearing a nice fitted button up shirt, his sleeves being rolled up to his elbows. Your eyes fall over his hands, eyes studying the rings he had on.

“I’m looking for your teammate.” You tell him, leaning a bit onto the bar with your arm before you’re taking a sip of your cocktail. “Do you happen to know where he is?” You ask and Charles tsks his tongue a bit, giving you a shrug in response. You notice his eyes traveling behind you and you follow his gaze to see Carlos with a pretty blond wrapped around him. There's a small prickle in your chest that you can't deny, but before you catch a proper look at the girl's face you feel Charles come closer to you.

“Don’t know if you want to disturb him right now but he’s entertaining somebody at the moment.” Charles says. His hand reaching out for your cocktail. You then realise the way he's leaning over towards you. He had come over you with intention. Charles smirks when you don't say anything about your drink, and as he brings it to his lips, taking a small sip. “But maybe I could entertain you for the rest of the evening?” He offers, setting the drink back down next to you.

You're caught off guard by Charles' forwardness and Carlos quickly flitters in the back of your mind. You were better than this, right?

"Come on, you're not gonna just let him have all the fun no?" Charles moved closer this time, whispering the question into your ear and you feel another prickle but this time mixed with jealousy. Charles is pressed close enough though that your mind focuses on his warm breath on your neck. The feeling sends a shiver down your spine, and you feel warm all over.

All concern is thrown out the window when you take the last drag from your cocktail, easily setting the cup down. Charles is smirking, fingers already ghosting your waist. "Now who said that?" You tell him before you're dragging Charles down the dance floor.

You'd like to say that Charles being pressed against you on the dancefloor is enough for you to forget about the Spanish driver, but it isn't. It is enough though to get you to loosen up, and the way Charles' gaze is on you is enough of a promise that you'll be going home with someone tonight, even if it wasn't the Ferrari driver you were hoping for. The music is flowing through you and you're moving your hips to the beat of the song, Charles' hands around your waist as he follows behind you.

The drag of his hands feel just right, the rings pressing against your skin in a way that made your skin raise. Charles is clearly enjoying himself too, pressing himself closer to your back as his hand goes to push your hair to the side. He tucks his head into your neck, lips gently brushing your skin.

Your hand reaches over to the nape of his neck, pulling him closer and Charles takes the opportunity to pull you by the hand and spin you. The moment you're facing Charles his eyes are already dropping to your lips and your lips pull into a small smirk, knowing you had the driver wrapped around your finger. He's leaning his head down already, hand going to the curve of your back but before your lips touch Charles is stumbling back.

The trance you're in breaks almost instantly and you're about to tease Charles for drinking more than he can handle but that's when you notice Carlos.

The driver looks livid, standing behind his teammate, arm still holding onto his elbow with what looked like a deadly grip, if it wasn't for the dimmed club lights you could swear you could see the steam coming out of his ears. The moment your eyes meet you know you've messed up. He instantly lets go of Charles before his hold gets on you.

"You're ridiculous, whoring yourself out like that," he says and the little guilt you feel leaves your body almost instantly.

"Not my fault I'm in high demand now am I?" You ask with a scoff and Charles steps closer to you both but you're quick to meet his eyes. The look you give him is enough and he gives a small nod, instantly stepping away.

Carlos is quick to drag you away from the dance floor, not being able to care less about the eyes that are on you both. He passes the girl he was previously with without a glance, soon taking you to the back of the club.

Even from this angle, you can see the way his jaw is clenched and you can feel the bubble of annoyance forming in your chest. It's the mix of alcohol, dejectedness, and sexual frustration that has you livid, and you try to pull your arm away from Carlos but he doesn't budge.

You both go into the bathroom without anybody noticing, Carlos shutting the door behind you both before clicking the lock shut. "Charles? Really?" His hair is tousled, button-up shirt clinging to his body from the heat and sweat in the club.

"Why does it even matter Carlos? You were ready to fuck someone else, I just was looking for somebody too." There's a sprinkle of venom in your tone and Carlos gives you a look of disbelief.

"We agreed to go home together y/n," Carlos says scoffing.

"Well- it didn't look like it when your tongue was shoved down that girl's throat," You bite back. "You seemed like you were having fun." You say, crossing your arms around your chest.

"I thought we said it was fucking fine to go around with others?" Carlos says in exasperation. He knows he's not making sense, not when he had just stopped you from going with Charles.

You give Carlos an incredulous look. "I don't fucking care if you're fucking around with other people but what? You want to make out in the club with somebody and fuck me later? Get over yourself."

Carlos scoffs, "You never let me get fucking close to you in a club! You don't let us do anything publicly- and what's your problem even? Me hitting on a random girl is completely different than you trying to fuck my teammate," Carlos says.

The words have you steaming, your hands balling into fists as you step toward Carlos. "You're funny, I'm the one that doesn't want anybody to see us?" You poke your finger into Carlos' chest. "I've been respecting your boundaries, you need to figure out what you want."

Carlos doesn't budge, looking down at you with dark eyes and the way his eyes are studying your face only draws the heat to your cheeks.

"What fucking boundaries are you even talking about?" His voice is heavy and he's stepping closer. You take a step back before taking another one, but Carlos is following your footsteps, not stopping until your back is pressed against the sink. "I know what I want, and I think you do too; or do you need me to spell it out for you?"

You don't know if Carlos' words are true or if it was the alcohol guiding his voice but you feel your heart beat picking up with how close Carlos was pressing against you. You're scared, unsure if you want to hear what Carlos has to say next.

You don't know what to say, not with the way Carlos is pressed against you or the way he's looking at you. His lips are ghosting yours and against your better judgement you lean over to close the gap.

The kiss is rough, teeth clashing into each other as your hands finally roam over Carlos’ body. Carlos easily hoists you up, allowing you to sit at the edge of the sink as your hands go to the buttons of his shirt.

Carlos lets you undo the first few buttons, eyes falling shut as you litter kisses over his neck and collar bones.

The way he’s gripping your thigh is bound to leave bruises, your skin white under his touch. He’s pushing your legs open, helping you bunch up your skirt by your waist.

Your breaths are ragged, hands going to grip at Carlos’ hair as he trails kisses over your thighs. You can feel Carlos smirk against your skin when you gasp, the feeling of Carlos marking you up surprising you as you suddenly grip his hair.

“Carlos,” You shakily breathe out but Carlos ignores you, simply taking his time to litter more kisses.

“I don’t care, I’m not letting anybody else fuck you after tonight.” He says just as he pushes your panties to the side.

You want to argue, but your words get caught in your throat the moment Carlos'` finger is pressing into you. Instead, you let out a moan, finally feeling some release from the tension you had been holding for hours.

Carlos is slow with his movements, slowly dragging his finger before adding a second. He takes his time, continuing leaving wet kisses over the darkening marks he had left behind.

Your mind is cloudy, soft moans leaving your lips as you hold Carlos’s hair even tighter. You hips are moving along with Carlos’ fingers and the moment Carlos curls them you can’t help but let out a loud cry.

“Come on baby, that felt good no?” Carlos asks, picking up the pace of his fingers. You’re barely able to breathe the moment Carlos’ tongue presses against you’re clit and you’re whimpering out Carlos’ name with broken “please’s” as a knot begins to form in the pits of your stomach.

“Carlos, please, please, please,” You gasp out, you’re so close to release you feel your eyes start to water. Your back slightly arches, and you’re gripping Carlos’ hair so tight, his name hanging on the tip of your tongue, but before you feel yourself come undone Carlos is pulling away completely, ducking his head back as his hands go to grip your thighs to stop you from falling.

"Fuck," You cry out when the moment is taken away from you. You know exactly why as soon as Carlos is standing back up. He's licking his lips, hands resting on your thighs to keep them spread.

"For the record, your teammate was trying to fuck me." Carlos' eyes meet yours, a bit of jealousy creeping in, and you'd be lying if the alcohol wasn't playing with the sudden coil in the bottom of your stomach. "Maybe I should have let him."

To your surprise though, Carlos' reaction is the opposite of what you expect. Instead, he laughs, suddenly sporting a cocky smile. He drags his thumb over his bottom lip before he's pressing his knee between your legs. You're practically dripping already, panties completely wet.

"Cariño, it's cute that you think he can fuck you better than I can," He says before he's wrapping his hand around your neck, pushing your chin up with his thumb. "Do you want him to fuck you? Cause you can go right now and do it. I’m sure he’d want to."

He knows you won't, not with the way your pupils are blown and the way you're leaning against him. He gives your neck a gentle squeeze, loving the way your jaw clenches, fighting back a moan.

"You can go out there right now and fuck him, or I can fuck you right here right now," Carlos says, hand going to wrap around your hair. He gives your locks a tug, chuckling when you finally speak up.

"Fuck me," You murmur, so softly that if he wasn't waiting for you to say it he would have missed it. He pulls you by your hair, turning you to look at yourself in the mirror. The sight of Carlos towering over you from behind has your mind spinning. You watch him lean towards you, lips grazing your ear as he speaks.

“You’re gonna watch me fuck you,” He says, “Apparently you need a reminder of who you belong to.”

Carlos' hands are once again roughly gripping your hips and within seconds he's turning you around. You fumble, hands gripping onto the curve of the sink as your eyes meet Carlos' through the mirror.

He's lifting up your skirt holding it up as he secures you in place. He's ignoring your warnings about the crowd outside, using his free hand to pull your panties down. Sure, Max had booked the whole club, but the drivers and other team members were right out the door.

"That's even better no?" Carlos asks as he's undoing his slacks, the sound of his belt hitting the ground has your heart leaping in anticipation. "Hope they hear how good I fuck you."

All rationale is thrown out the window the moment you feel Carlos gliding the head of his cock between your folds. Your breath falters and you look down, gripping the sink tighter as you clench in anticipation.

Carlos seems unimpressed by this, gently pressing the head between your folds but not pushing in. Instead, he grips your hair, yanking on it to get you to look up. You whine at the sharp pain, skin on fire as you try your best to push back against Carlos.

"Princesa, I told you to watch." Your eyes meet his through the mirror and Carlos gently tightens the grip to get you to focus. "If you look away I'm going to stop." He warns before his hand travels to the back of your neck. He keeps his hand there and you can tell by the way he's biting the inside of his cheek he's trying to hold back too.

The moment Carlos finally presses all the way in you're almost seeing starts, the stretch that you had been craving for all night had you letting out a chokdc up sound.

You almost look away from Carlos but the press of his fingers against your neck is reminder enough to keep your gaze up.

Carlos smirks at you through the mirror, leaning over to press a kiss right under your ear. "Ves? Niñas buenas consiguen lo que quieren," See? Good girls get what they want.

Before you know it he's letting go of your neck, hand going to your hair again before the grip on your waist tightens as he begins to move his hips.

"Shit," You cry out, knuckles going white as Carlos picks up his pace almost instantly. You're clenching around him, wanting to savor every second of him being inside of you.

Carlos groans at this, pulling your hair back as he drags his hips at an unforgiving pace. His eyes stay on you through the mirror, making sure your eyes are meeting his with every single thrust.

"Shit y/n. This is what you wanted hm? Me fucking you stupid?" Carlos groans, and you're struggling with your words, only whimpering in response as Carlos pushes you further against the sink.

Your previous concerns of the crowd outside are gone, the sound of your moans echoing in the bathroom, mixing along with Carlos' and the sound of your skin slapping together.

Carlos gently pushes you to bend over, but still keeps the grip on your hair to make sure your head is craned up to look into the reflection.

The new position has Carlos reaching deeper into you and you can't help but let out a broken cry. "Carlos, there," You breathe out, for a second, you go a bit limp, head threatening to fall, but Carlos' hold doesn't let you. The sight of Carlos behind you is sinful. His hair is tousled, beads of sweat dripping down his body, leading down to his half-unbuttoned shirt. His mouth is resting half opened, chest heaving with small pants as his eyes are trained on you. You're practically salivating at the sight.

"Look at yourself," Carlos groans, "You're taking me so well baby, it's like you were made for me," Carlos says, directing his hips again to where you wanted him most.

The sound you let out is obscene, and for the first time that night you're practically screaming out Carlos' name. It's like a chant, mixed in with a few 'please's' and 'more's'.

Carlos revels in it, feeling himself get closer to his own high, but before he can let any of you come undone he still needs to make it clear.

"Who do you belong to?" He asks, purposefully not pressing in as deep.

You can't think, only whimpering out a , "please," eyes unfocused as you were so close to release. Carlos notices this, simply pulls at your hair once more to get you to look forward.

"Who do you belong to?" He asks once more but this time he's pressing against where you need him. Your eyes lock just as you answer.

"You, fuck. Carlos I belong to you." You cry out, and his hand goes down to your clit, a simple drag of his fingers being enough for you to come undone. He doesn't stop his thrusts, but the clench of you around him has him spilling as well, unable to hold back his own release.

Carlos pulls out once you're both coming down from your highs. He's sure to be careful with you, helping you stay up as he notices the shake of your legs.

"You're good?" Carlos asks, fingers gently brushing through your hair before he's cupping your cheeks.

You're tired, nodding quietly as you go to fix your dress. Once you've steadied enough Carlos fixes his own attire. Your mind is still spinning, unsure if you had fully processed what had just happened. All you know is that you're spent, and you want to curl up in bed,

"Let's go," Carlos says after a bit, going to check if you were ready. He gently takes your hand in his, using his free one to fix his hair.

You stop in your steps. "Should you go first? I can wait," You offer, "What if people.."

Carlos simply rolls his eyes, turning the door lock to open it up. "Do I need to do this again at the hotel?" He asks with a chuckle.

And if Carlos made sure every single driver saw you both go home together, fingers intertwined with one another's, that was nobody's business but his.

fin.

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