LETTTSSS GOOOO LADSSS

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LAADDDSSS WE'RE COOOOOKKKIIINNGGG!!!

VAMOS CHECO!!!!🇲🇽🇲🇽🇲🇽

Also, LETSSS GOOOO OSCAR!!!!

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Chequito the fuckin beautiful man that you are

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH PEOPLE💅🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

Poor pookie sharls had been there all night waiting 🥺

baby if it feels good (then it can’t be bad)

{carlos sainz x fem!reader}; {with a little surprise at the end}

in which carlos enjoys it when you’re a little bit cruel to him. [post austrian-gp]

warnings: plotless smut, dirty talk, blow jobs and teasing, plenty of edging and overstimulation, control and power play, refusing to let him come, use of ‘good boy’ terms, dirty talk, so much begging, grinding, teasing, unprotected sex, voyeurism, restraints and being tied up with underwear stuffed in his mouth.

“P-please.”

The word hangs from his lips, desperate and delicious. 

You look up from him where you’re kneeling - right between his legs. “Please what, Carlos?”

He shudders at the barest brush of your hand over the red tip of his aching cock. You’d been in a teasing mood for hours now, and he’s dying for release.

“P-please, mi vida.” His hips twist up, hungry for more friction. “Have mercy. Please let me come.”

Your hand pulls away, coming to rest on the slab of his thigh, dusted with hair. He groans in frustration as you watch him intently. “You’ve been so good, haven’t you, baby?”

He nods eagerly, hissing when your fingers reach again for his cock to wrap around the aching tip for a squeeze that’s borderline torturous. Your lips trail past the length of him to brush so, so lightly along the tight sac of his balls. His hips jerk up, and you loosen your grip in punishment, which makes him whine and shudder at the loss of sensation. “P-please! Been so good for you today…”

“That’s right.” You reward him by tightening your grip again, moving your fingers up the smooth, thick length of him, feeling him twitch helplessly under your grip. Your tongue drags over his balls now, once, twice, and he shivers. “You drove so beautifully. Holding off Lando? Defending against Checo as much as you could? So brilliant.”

Through the fog of lust, he manages to smile up at you so widely. “You saw?”

“Couldn’t keep my eyes off you, Carlos.” You scoot closer to him, bending down so that the open neck of your slip dips low, letting him look his fill of your breasts. He is so enraptured by your pert nipples, tight little buds that he’d love to just put his mouth on. “I think you deserve this reward, don’t you?”

He nods absently and watches, transfixed, as you wet your lips and run their softness all along the length of his cock - a slow, torturous teasing. Carlos grimaces with half-pain, half-pleasure, his hips bucking up as you glide along his oversensitive cock. You squeeze his hip, warning him, “don’t move. Unless you want me to stop.”

He stills instantly, making a whimpering sound. “N-no… p-please don’t stop.”

You smile, pleased with his obedience. “Good boy. Because I want to…” you let your tongue trace over the drip of precum that leaks down, lapping it up until your tongue flicks over the slit of his cock. Carlos grips the sheets tight until his knuckles grow white, his mouth dropping open in a half-gasp, but he’s so still. So perfectly restrained. 

“So good for me… I know you deserved that podium, too…” you murmur, as you lap your tongue over his dick again, and he trembles, eyes blazing and wide as he watches you take the tip of his cock now between your wet lips, enclosing over it and sucking slowly, cheeks hollowing. He’s so messy, dripping precum that’s threatening to spill out from your lips. You seal your mouth over him more tightly, taking more of his cock into your mouth - but he’s big, and the stretch of him there is so much. When you pull away from him, you have to catch your breath, and Carlos’ eyes round with worry. His hand reaches up to touch your cheek, and you offer him a small smile, letting him know you’re alright.

You go right back to the sensual torture of his cock, lips and tongue soft, mouth barely offering enough friction to get him off, keeping him on the knife’s edge of pleasure and pain. He grips the sheets until his hands are white-knuckled, his abs tensed and sweat beading across the surface of his tanned skin. “Mierda… you’re going to kill me,” he half-pleads, mouth parted. 

You hum, responding with a squeeze of your fingers at the sensitive tip of his cock, feeling an answering throb of his cock that releases another drip of precum. You happily catch all that pearlescent wetness along your tongue, before enclosing your warm mouth over him. “Fuck,” he half-chokes, when you continue to suck while moving your fingers at the base in a twisting stroke. “Baby… no no no, I can’t-”

His sharp intakes of breath are so erotic, and you feel so powerful, being in complete control of him tonight. His eyes are glassy, and there’s so much tension in his body that you’re excited for him to lose control utterly. “Don’t come yet, Carlos,” you warn when you finally, finally pull your mouth off his cock, and he shudders and slumps back into the mattress with a groan that is deliciously tortured.

You don’t relent for even a second, climbing atop his prone, flushed body to spread your legs above him and roll your hips against the length of his cock that lies against his torso. His hands release the sheets to grip the soft curves of your hips, whether to still you or move you against him more intentionally, he doesn’t seem to know himself. All he does is rock against you, into the wet slide of your cunt against him, the way your lips grip him, how your clit brushes the tip of his cock in dizzyingly electric contact. Your own moans spill out, hands on his chest where you can feel his heart race. “Carlos,” you hiss, and he gasps in response, the thrilling rush of being so close, nearly inside - your cunt sliding against him feeling like the most erotic iteration of paradise he’d ever had the pleasure of encountering.

“Inside me,” you groan, and he’s protesting, trying to retain some semblance of his sanity, but you’re the one who gets to decide tonight. Your fingers wrap around his cock and guide him inside you - so slippery, so hot, it’s easy for him to fill you all the way as you bear down on him. He practically chokes out sobs now, feeling you envelop him, the tightness of your walls squeezing him indecently - exactly what he’d been dying for all evening. You ride him hard, without mercy, your legs gripping the outsides of his, and you watch with satisfaction as tears well up in those gorgeous eyes and he’s weakly begging now, because he’s close, frantic with desperation to hold off for you, to be your good, obedient boy. 

The sight of him like this gets you so turned on, tipping over in your own orgasm - shuddering as you tense up against him. He watches with wide eyes - seeing you coming feels like another means of torturing him, instigating his own spiral into pleasure - into madness.

“Oh my god,” he swears, and you feel the exact moment where he can’t hold it off any longer, can’t stand it any longer to be good for you - he has to take what he wants, to get his aching cock satisfied - your rules be damned. His fingers on your hips grip tight, and he pumps once, twice, thrusting hard into the give of your tight cunt as he moans your name, over and over, entwined with an apology that’s so beautifully pathetic, you want to kiss his mouth. He shivers violently, flooding you with so much of his cum that it drips out, and you hiss with primitive satisfaction at being filled up like this.

“Oh Carlos,” you half-scold, as he whimpers, looking bashful and meek and sorry, “you were doing so well until-”

One of his hands come up to cover his face in a shy little gesture, as if he’s truly remorseful. “I couldn’t - how could I hold it off? You were being so cruel, cariño.” 

You dip down to kiss the flushed skin along his neck and chest, and he hums softly at each little peck, eyes going all hazy with affection. He’s so pretty like this when he’s sated and content. “But you love me being cruel, don’t you?”

Carlos laughs but doesn’t deny this, stroking gentle fingers through your hair back as he coaxes you to come lie across his broad chest. He’s so warm in the afterglow, and his heartbeat feels like a symphony you could call home. 

“I do love it when you’re a little bit mean,” he admits, wrapping an arm around you.

His eyes now dare to flicker to the man you’ve both left neglected at the side, seated in Carlos’ armchair, his hands tied behind his back and your panties stuffed in his mouth. He’d been watching the two of you with huge, bright eyes the entire time quietly, staying as still as he could with the impressive bulge that’s straining against his shorts, desperate for some relief.

“My love,” Carlos whispers in your ear, “we should do something for poor Charles right now.”

The man in question perks up at the sound of his name, eyes widening at the prospect of being touched properly for the first time all night.

You sigh indulgently as you curl up in Carlos’ arms, content to lay there while Charles squirms with frustration. He doesn’t dare make a sound - he knows you haven’t allowed him to do anything but watch, for now, but his eyes say it all - wide with needy frustration, and so full of beautiful pleading. Even in the dim lighting of Carlos’ bedroom, you can see the wet patch at the seam of his shorts - he’s clearly so close to coming already.

You feel Carlos shift uncomfortably - as if he, too, is close to breaking, wanting to give in to those gorgeous eyes, the silent pleas of his teammate, but you lay a firm, decisive hand on his chest. “No, sweetheart,” you chide, and Carlos shivers as your tongue licks lazily across the flat of his nipple - he’s so sensitive there. “He can wait until I’m done giving you what you deserve.”

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Screaming so much, honestly. I hope you enjoyed this as much as I loved writing it! I hardly write subby!men but this one truly sunk its claws into me and wouldn’t let go. I’ve had it in the works for a while and finally FINALLY found a context to set it in for Carlos. He really deserved to be on podium - he drove so so well and I’m so proud of him.

Also in case you didn’t realise - this is still ivy {previously kostasstsimikass} who writes filth - I’ve just had a name change!

Writing this while extremely sleep-deprived so please pardon mistakes. Feel free to let me know what you thought!

💛 ivy

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