redbullwing

“What the fuck?”

No one was supposed to be here as his parents were back in Portsmouth and his sister wasn’t due to visit for another two weeks so it couldn’t really be anything concerning his house, right?

Once he’d parked the car a little away from the scene to avoid getting in the way, he jogged over. The adrenaline in his body shot up to the tips of his hair the closer he got and the more people he saw running about.

“Sorry sir, you’re not allowed up here.”

In his haste, he hadn’t even noticed the barrier tape and the police man stopping him now with a hand on his arm.

“I live here.”, Mason explained as calmy as he could. “What’s going on?”

“You live in number 12?” The young officer raised his eyebrows in disbelief and Mason was quick in shaking his head as worry took over just as quickly. Number 12 was your house…

“No, in number 10, sorry. I’ve just seen the ambulance in my driveway. Number 12 is y/n y/l/n. Is she okay? What happened?”

In the few weeks Mason had been living here, he’d seen you often when he came home or left the house in the morning. Apparently, you had a similar schedule and after a few days of you sending him soft smiles whenever you saw him, he’d actually rung your doorbell and introduced himself properly.

He’d just talked to you this morning and you’d seemed more than fine. And now there was an emergency doctor and police men walking in and out of your house.

“You will understand that I cannot give any details about this for reasons of discretion, Mr. Mount. I can only advice you to go home or leave the scene please.”

“Can you at least let me know if she’s okay? I know her and I need to know if something happened to her. Please.”, he begged, knowing deep down that the officer wasn’t allowed to.

“I’m sorry, sir, but I really can’t tell you.”

Mason sighed quietly and nodded. The officer was just doing his job and taking it seriously and whilst it annoyed him that he wouldn’t get any information about you, he understood. He was about to bid his goodbye and leave when another officer joined.

“Mr. Mount?”

“Yeah?”

“Ms. y/l/n asked to let you pass. You can come and see her if you want to.”

“Is she okay?”

“She’s pretty shaken-up, but physically she’s fine.”

Mason let out a sigh of relief at that. Whatever had happened you were at least not physically harmed. He contemplated asking the man about what had happened as he walked closer to where you were, but given he’d probably not get any information anyway, he decided to keep quiet and instead ask you in a bit.

You were sitting on the steps outside the front door, arms hugging your bent legs and chin propped up on your knees as you stared into space. A paramedic spoke to you, but from the way you kept nodding away, Mason could tell you weren’t really listening and the closer he got, the more obvious it became in what a sorry state you seemed to be.

The paramedic smiled at him politely before leaving and the second Mason kneeled down next to you, his heart broke. Your skin was pale, but on the tops of your cheeks it was all blotchy and your red-rimmed, glazed over eyes were a clear indication that you’d been crying.

“y/n, hey.”, he mumbled softly as he rested his hand on your ankle, fingers gently caressing the warm skin they could reach in an attempt to provide you with some comfort. “Are you okay? What happened?”

When you stayed quiet, Mason let you. He figured that whatever was wrong you were too overwhelmed to speak about it, so he opted for sitting down next to you and when you slightly leaned against him, he was quick in wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pull you into his side a little more.  

“Whatever happened, I’m here now, okay? I’ll stay for as long as you want me to.”

As you felt him kissing the top of your head softly, it was like someone had opened the floodgates. Tears you’d tried so hard to hold back made it past the last line of defence and fell freely down your cheeks and before you could stop yourself, you turned your body and buried your face in his chest.

If Mason was surprised by your sudden need of proximity and affection, he didn’t show it in the slightest. He just grabbed your legs and placed them across his so he could pull you into a proper embrace and as his arms wrapped tightly around your body, you finally felt safe. Safe enough to let go of everything. And safe enough to let him in.  

“Someone broke in.”, you choked, feeling Mason going stiff. “And they…they looked through all…all of my stuff and tou- touched it and…some things are go- gone and…it’s so scary, I just-“

Now that the shock slowly wore off and you had said it, you realised for the first time what had happened. A stranger had invaded your home, rummaged through all your things, touched them and even taken some of them. Someone had just burst the safe space you’d built for yourself like a balloon.

“Ssshh, it’s okay, y/n. You’re safe now, yeah? I’ve got you.”

Mason rocked you from side to side gently, holding you tight to his chest as he felt your hot tears against his neck. His heart hurt for you. Luckily, something like this had never happened to him, so he could only imagine how you felt, but the way your smaller body shook in his hold, told him everything he needed to know.

“I’m here whatever you need, okay?”

While he kept placing barely-there kisses on your hairline, he remembered how not too long ago, you’d confided in him that you’d come here alone and didn’t know many people, let alone were friends with anyone.

You’d moved in just a few weeks before him after leaving Brighton in a headlong rush to start a new job in Manchester. Mason knew from his own experience that it could take a little while to really feel comfortable, but only a few days ago you had told him that you finally had the feeling of being at home.

It made his blood boil how now a single person had managed to destroy that feeling within minutes.

“I I need to book a hotel room.”, you sighed after a very long while of silence and just being in his embrace. “I don’t think I can sleep here tonight.”

“You can stay at mine.”, Mason blurted out before he could even think about it, blushing heavily as he felt you going stiff in his embrace. “I totally get if you don’t want to, like we can look for a hotel you’d feel comfortable in, I just thought I’d offer cause it would make sense and…yeah.”

The surprise was visible in your expression as you pulled your face from his neck and Mason watched you wiping your eyes with the sleeves of your hoodie, itching to reach out and to it himself, but he was conscious of the fact that you were barely friends, and he shouldn’t overstep the mark.

“You can totally say no, y/n. Don’t feel like you have to say yes, it was just an offer.”

“No, I…you would do that? Like letting me sleep on the sofa?”

“Not the sofa.”, he smiled softly. “I’ve got a guestroom you can have.”

He could still see the mistiness in your eyes, but the small smile pulling at the corners of your lips had his heart stumbling. “I just don’t want to be a burden. Your job is exhausting and you-“

“Hey, I wouldn’t have offered it if I didn’t mean it, okay?” Mason carefully pushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, causing a shiver roll up your spine. “You wouldn’t be a burden, y/n. In fact, I’d feel better knowing you’re somewhere safe and not alone to be honest.”

After giving it another thought you came to the conclusion that you’d actually feel better knowing there was someone around who’d protect you instead of sleeping in a random hotel room, so you agreed hesitantly.

“Thank you, Mason.”, you whispered. “I’m sure I can go back to mine tomorrow, it’s just a little overwhelming today and-“

“You can stay as long as you want or need to.”, he interrupted you softly as he cupped your jaw to maintain the eye contact. “I don’t mind it at all. If you feel safe enough to go back tomorrow, okay, but if you don’t, then please don’t force yourself. Yeah?”

“Promise me, you don’t mind it? I really don’t want to be in the way.”

“I promise you, y/n. You won’t be a burden, and neither will you be in the way. I’d be very happy to be there for you.”

“Okay then.”, you breathed. “Thank you.”

Mason just smiled at you and pulled you back into a hug, hands gently running up and down your back in reassurance. “Do you want to grab a couple of things, or would you rather we go and buy some stuff?”

Your heart skipped a beat at how caring and supportive he was, how he acted as if you’d been the bestest of friends for years and everything he was offering was totally normal.

“I erm…I’d like to grab some things I think.”

Mason nodded, noticing how hesitant you seemed as your eyes wandered over to the door, the officers had left open as they’d left a while ago. “Do you want me to come with you?”

With his hand on the small of your back, you made your way into your house. You’d already been inside with the police to check what was missing, but now being confronted with it all again had your throat closing up.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m here.”, Mason mumbled when he noticed your change in demeanour. He wrapped his arm around your waist and tugged you into his side.

Not comfortable in your own house anymore, you went through the rooms quickly to get what you needed. You’d actually wanted to take some necessary things; pjs, toothbrush, things like that, but as you stood in front of your opened closet and couldn't be sure that the burglar hadn't touched any of it, you didn't feel like it anymore.

Mason, recognising your uncertainty immediately, clasped his hand around yours and pulled you back from the closet. “You can have some of my things to put on. I also have a spare toothbrush and if you don’t mind smelling like me, you can use my shower gel too.”

A few minutes later and only your charger in your hands, you left your house with Mason to spend the night at his.

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1:04am. It felt like an eternity had passed since you’d last looked at the clock, but in truth it was less than 10 minutes. For hours, you’d been tossing and turning in hopes to get a few restful minutes, but no matter what you tried, sleep was out of the question.

The pictures of your thrashed place kept popping up the moment you closed your eyes and the sick feeling in the pit of your stomach just wouldn’t go away. You knew you were safe here. Mason was sleeping in a room just down the hall and you’d seen how he’d locked everything and set the alarm system, but your body wouldn’t settle.

With a sigh, you eventually gave up. Peeling yourself out of the comfy bedsheets, you placed your feet on the fluffy carpet and left the inviting warmth of your bed to quietly pad downstairs.

Much to your relief, as you were walking around in nothing, but your panties and an oversized t-shirt Mason had given you, all the blinds were closed. The lighting however, caused you a little headache. While the little lamps in the hallway were motion censored and had switched on by themselves, the kitchen was a different story. You had to search for a moment for a light switch and when you’d eventually found one, it wasn’t the one for the big light.

You allowed your eyes to wander over his beautiful kitchen for a moment. Matte black cabinets, light grey countertops, and matching decorations in what appeared to be precisely chosen places, like fresh lilies on the kitchen island. You really liked it.

His interior was exactly what you’d expected it to be. Neat, tidy and elegant, but not extravagant or like something straight out of a catalog. It had that special, personal touch, something that seemed to be so Mason.

“y/n?”

The shriek that left your mouth as you jumped out of your skin was probably loud enough to be heard throughout the whole neighbourhood as you hadn’t expected anyone to speak up. You clutched your chest in shock, wide eyes staring at Mason who’d scared you to death with his sudden appearance.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.”, Mason cursed, holding his hands up in surrender with an apologetic expression on his face as he caught your wide opened eyes. “God, y/n, I really am sorry. I’ve just seen you there and…Sorry. Are you okay?”

Your heart was still racing in your chest, and you wouldn’t exactly say you were okay, but as you looked at him and took in his appearance, the shock over seeing him in a way you never thought you would, weighed heavier than the fact he’d scared you half to death.

Until today, Mason hadn’t been more than your neighbour or maybe even a friend, but now that he stood in front of you in nothing but a white t-shirt and tight boxers hugging his thick thighs and…well everything else…your mind went down the gutter.

You were aware that you stared at him for a little too long and that your gaze was literally everywhere but on his face, but as embarrassing as it was, you couldn’t help yourself. He was right there. Well, him and his best physical attributes…

Mason was handsome at the best of times and yeah maybe you’d thought about him in a certain way once or twice now – maybe even a little more often than that – but even in your wildest dreams, you’d never thought you’d actually see him like this.

And yet here he was. A pair of tight green Nike boxers far from hiding anything and his strong thighs full on display. You were only human…well and a woman.

“y/n?”

“It’s…erm.” You cleared your throat awkwardly, gaze dropping to the floor with bright red cheeks as you eventually realised, he’d seen you staring at him as if he was some sort of snack. “It’s fine. I erm…I just came here for some water.”

Just like you, Mason had to fight for his eyes to stay on your face. The shirt he’d given you just about reached you mid-thigh and the amount of soft skin you were showing off as you’d waived the shorts entirely, should be considered unhealthy in his eyes. He’d always thought you were beautiful, if not downright attractive, but seeing you in his shirt had his thoughts going wild.

It was a sight he’d hoped, but never expected to see anytime soon if ever.

“Couldn’t sleep?”, he asked, stepping around you as he made his way to the fridge. He actually didn’t need anything as he’d only gotten up when worry had taken over at hearing your door being opened, but now that he’d seen you barely dressed, he needed some sort of distraction.

“No, I erm kept waking up. But it’s okay, you can go back to sleep, Mason.” From the corner of your eye, you followed his every move and you internally scolded yourself for staring at the way the boxers hugged his bum so perfectly, but even if you’d tried, you couldn’t have stopped yourself.

He was incredibly attractive without even trying and as you were sure you’d never get to see him dressed in nothing but skin-tight boxers and a t-shirt in his dimly lit kitchen again, you allowed yourself to admire his body for a tiny bit longer.

“No, it’s fine.”, he smiled as he closed the door to the fridge, noticing how you quickly averted your eyes and tried to make it look as if you hadn’t been staring at him, but your flushed cheeks gave your flustered state away rather obviously. “I can stay up with you until you’re okay to go back to sleep.”

“Oh no, that’s not necessary. Thank you though.”, you told him as you really didn’t want him to lose sleep and risk being tired in the morning because of you. “I’m fine. I’ll just go back up and try to sleep.”

Mason had no idea what came over him, but the moment you stepped away from the kitchen counter, ready to go back upstairs, his brain switched to autopilot. Two or three strides and he was right in front of you, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off of you.

“Sure you’re okay?”, he asked, the back of his hand gently pressing against your cheek. “You’re a little warm.”

The moment you raised your gaze and locked it on his, the butterflies in your stomach went wild. There was this intense expression in his eyes; hazy and begging for the same thing that had been swirling through your mind for a while now and the moment his tongue darted out to subconsciously wet his lips, your mind went blank.

“I’m okay.”, you breathed. “It’s just…you make me nervous.”

For a few very long seconds, his brown eyes simply stared into yours and you could literally feel the thick tension in the room, but before you could even think of attempting something, Mason cupped the side of your neck with his hand and kissed you hungrily.

He walked you backwards until you were trapped in between his heavy body and the cooking island with nowhere to go but even if you’d had the chance, you wouldn’t have bailed anyway.

“Mase.”, you moaned quietly as he buried his teeth into your bottom lip, and he was quick in using the chance to invade your mouth and brush his tongue against yours with slow, lazy strokes.

Mason was an insanely good kisser. His tongue playing with yours had your knees going week and in a poor attempt to steady yourself, you grabbed onto his shoulder as you buried the other hand into his soft hair.

The way you melted into his body a little more with every brush of his tongue against yours combined with your taste and the smell of your still slightly lingering perfume made him feel as if he was slowly losing his mind and the moment your fingernails scratched the sensitive skin on his neck, he breathed a deep moan into your mouth, hand propping up on the counter behind you for some better leverage.

Just like his, your brain was fogged, and you’d lost the ability to think straight the moment his eyes had locked on yours, but when Mason pressed his hips further into your body and you could feel his hard length digging into your lower stomach, even the farthest corner of your brain was completely consumed by him and the thought of feeling him in a certain way.

“I want you, Mase.”, you sighed against his lips, not even realising you’d used his nickname for the very first time, as you pulled away to catch your breath.

Only seconds later Mason had hoisted you up onto the cooking island as if you weighed nothing, hands firmly settled on your waist. As his lust clouded eyes locked on yours and made your tummy flip in anticipation, you wrapped your legs around his waist in an attempt to pull him back against where you needed him most, but Mason had different plans.

With one hand in your hair, he tilted your head back for better access to that soft skin of yours. His lips attached to your now exposed neck straight away, making you feel hot all over with the wet open mouth kisses he left on every tiny part of you that he could reach and when he gently bit the sensitive skin right above your pulse point and soothed the sting with his tongue, a gasp escaped your lips.

The low chuckle right by your ear had shudders rolling down your spine. That bastard knew exactly what to do to make you feel all sorts of things.

“I want you too baby.”, he murmured before sucking a hickey into the side of your neck and the feeling of it went straight to your core. “But I need a taste first.”

In the haze of pure desire and lust you hadn’t even noticed how his hands had travelled lower, but when his big warm hands found a home on your naked thighs, the tips of his fingers just about playing with the hem of your panties, you nodded quickly.

His wish surprised you as you hadn’t expected him to even waste a thought on going down on you before sticking his dick in and getting some for himself, but apparently Mason was different and actually interested in making this worth your while as well.

“No baby, I need your words. Think I can have a taste?”

You were sure that with the way he kept calling you baby and his bedroom eyes locked on yours, you would’ve agreed to whatever, so you were quick in nodding again. “Yes Mase.”, you affirmed.

“Good girl.” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips, laughing quietly as you chased him for more, but since he wasn’t one to deny you anything he kissed you heavily again whilst exploring more of the body he so desperately wanted to feel.

The first brush of his fingers against your core had you gasping into his mouth. It was still with your panties acting like some sort of barrier, but even now the feeling was mind-blowing already.

“God, I can already feel how wet you are for me.” Mason dropped his head into the crook of your neck, groaning at the thought of feeling you properly in a little bit. “I’m dying to taste you, you have no idea.”

“Mase.”, you whined, making him chuckle at the way you so eagerly pulled his face out of your neck. “Don’t tease.”

The pleading and hazy expression in your eyes was all it took for him to throw his ideas of prolonging it out of the window. Within a couple of seconds, he’d gotten rid of your panties, and he came face to face with your dripping heat.

“So pretty.”, he hummed as he kissed his way up the inside of your thighs, hands following his lips and spreading your open for him a little more. “And all for me.”

A gasp tumbled from your lips as Mason eventually placed a kiss right where your thighs met, before running his tongue through your folds and humming at the sweet taste of you.

“Fuck Mase.” Your hand flew to the back of his head, fingers burying themselves in his soft hair as you tried to keep up the eye contact, but the intensity of his tongued bumping your clit and licking away at you had your eyes falling shut almost immediately. “Feels so good.”

In his determination to make you feel as good as possible, Mason made sure to pay attention to every tiny sound you made and the way your hand tightened in his hair whenever he did something particularly pleasurable.

“Yes…yes…god you’re so good at that.”

You felt him smiling against your core as you leaned back onto your forearms with moans continuously pouring from your lips. You were already close to reaching your high and if there was even a little free capacity in your brain, you’d certainly be embarrassed, but all you could think of right now was how good Mason was with his tongue.

“You’re gonna cum on my tongue, baby? Hm? Gonna show me how good you’re feeling?”

Your attempt at an answer turned into a load moan as without so much as a warning, he pushed two fingers inside of you. The force of pleasure running through you had your arm giving way underneath you and you melted into the cold surface of Mason’s cooking island.

The sound of your moans had his painfully hard cock pressing even further against the restraint of his boxers as he curled his fingers expertly inside of you. He relished in the sinful sounds you made, in reducing you to this state whilst exploring your soft warm walls and he couldn’t wait to have them wrapped around other parts of his body. 

“Mase fuck…Oh god, yes right there.”, you gasped, back arching, as the pads of his fingers brushed that magical spot inside of you. “Keep going, Mase. Please keep going.”

And Mason did exactly that. Your fingers tightened in his hair as he brought you closer and closer and when he sucked your clit between his lips and brushed that one spot with a little more pressure than before, you tumbled over the edge.

Hot white pleasure shot through your veins and made you feel all sorts of things whilst a mixture of profanities and Mason’s name fell from your lips repeatedly as he rode you through one of the most intense highs you’d ever experienced.

He made sure to gradually slow his movements to bring you down gently, until his fingers stilled inside of you, and he pressed one last kiss to your clit.

“Fucking hell.”, you sighed breathlessly as you tried to regain your senses. One orgasm and you were sure he’d ruined sex for you forever as there was no way you’d find someone who could do it as good as him.  

Mason gave you a minute to recover before carefully removing his fingers and licking them clean. “You taste like heaven, y/n.”, he hummed. His hands gently massaged your still slightly shaking thighs as he leaned over you.

“You’re okay there?”, he smiled softly as he noticed the state you were in and when you simply nodded slowly, he chuckled, satisfied with the state he’d put you into. “I’ll give you a second baby, but then you better have another one in you for me.”

You only hummed, unsure if you could actually take it after what he’d just done to you, but deep down you were dying to feel him inside of you.

With your arms wrapped around his neck, you pulled him closer until he finally pressed his lips to yours in a gentle kiss and as you deepened the kiss and pushed your tongue against his, tasting yourself on it, Mason carefully brought you up in a sitting position. He cupped your bum with his large hands and pulled you closer to the edge whilst kissing you lazily as if you had all the time in the world.

“You sure you’re okay?” His hands moved up to your waist, fingers gently squeezing and you couldn’t help but swoon a little at his caring nature.

“Very sure, Mase.” You kissed him quickly, internally wondering if you were showing too much affection when most likely he didn’t see more than a one-time thing in this, but when he pushed a lose strand of hair behind your ear and leaned in to brush his nose against your cheek, your worries settled.

“Good cause I’m not done with you yet.” His deep voice had a pleasant shiver rolling down your spine and you let out a deep breath when he continued kissing over your jaw.

“Is that a threat or a promise?”

“Whatever you want it to be baby.”, he hummed, fingers brushing over the faint mark he’d left on your neck.  

You really needed him to stop calling you baby as it was slowly blurring the lines, but at the same time it sounded so sexy, you didn’t want him to use another pet name again. His lips followed an invisible path down the side of your neck, and you thought he’d leave another mark, but all you felt was his tongue licking a stripe up your throat.

With him teasing you like that you grew a little impatient. You wanted to feel him, all of him and since he made no attempt to speed things up, you let one of your hands travel down the front of his toned torso until you could cup his bulge over the fabric of his boxers.

The moan Mason let out the second you started stroking him sounded delicious and the fact that you were the one pulling sounds like that from him had a gush of heat rushing down to your centre. He stood perfectly still with his head buried in the crook of your neck, but you could feel his slightly ragged breath fanning over your heated skin whilst tiny moans kept falling from his lips.

“Feels so good.”, he whimpered as his hips bucked up into your hand, searching for a little more and whilst you’d have loved to tease him a little longer, you were dying to touch him without any barrier.

Too desperate to have each other, neither of you could be bothered to get rid of any of the clothes you were wearing, so Mason helped you to simply push his boxers down far enough for his hard cock to spring free. He was bigger than you’d expected, and you weren’t quite sure he would fit, but for some reason the thought of being full of him had the excitement building even more.

You watched his eyes roll to the back of his head as you eventually wrapped your hand around his dick and rubbed your thumb through the precum on his tip. “Oh fuck, y/n.”

Your name falling from his lips sounded so sinful and hot, you didn’t think you could ever go without hearing it again. As you gently stroked his length, Mason had to prop up his arms on the surface next to your thighs. He felt way too good, and he wasn’t sure he’d make it to actually fucking you if you kept torturing him with the perfectly pressured strokes of your hand, but at the same time he desperately didn’t want you to stop.

Contrary to what people kept saying, it had been a while since someone had touched him the way you just did and the fact that you were ridiculously attractive and sitting in front of him in nothing, but his t-shirt didn’t really help with keeping it together either.

“God, you’re so good at that.”, he moaned pathetically loudly and, in an attempt, to muffle his sounds, he pressed his lips against yours in a heavy kiss. He was momentarily distracted by your tongue brushing against his, but when you squeezed his dick and ran your thumb over the protruding vein on the underside, he pulled away.

“Stop.”, he panted as he backed away a little, his head spinning from the pleasure running through his body.

You removed your hands from his body in an instant, surprised at his sudden change in demeanour and the thought of having done something wrong invaded your mind within a second.

“Sorry, I haven’t done this in a while and-“

“No, no, no it wasn’t you.”, he rushed. His heart dropped when he caught on to what you were thinking. “Well, it was you, but it’s not what you’re thinking.”, he chuckled, stepping closer again and brushing his lips against yours in a soft, reassuring kiss. “I just nearly came then and there because you’re way too good at that and I really want to go all the way.”

You blushed heavily at his words and dropped your gaze to your hands, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt.

“It felt insanely good, y/n, but I’m pretty sure fucking you will feel even better, you know?”

Mason leaned in and kissed you again. His hands pulled you even closer to the edge of the granite countertop before spreading your legs a little wider. You breathed his name into his mouth and gripped his shoulders tightly when you felt him running the blunt head of his dick through your wet folds.

“Eyes on me baby.”, Mason whispered against your lips before pulling back a little and once your gaze was on his, he smiled. “Good girl. You’re ready?”

“Yes, Mase.”

You’d thought he might be hesitant and slow, but Mason surprised you with burying himself inside of you with one swift motion.

“Oh my god.” The feeling of him deep inside of you had your body going limp. You slumped forward, arms wrapped around his neck and your head resting on your shoulder as you tried to adjust to his size.

The fact you hadn’t slept with anyone in a while combined with how big he was had you feeling a little lightheaded and you needed a moment to get used to all the sensations.

“I know.”, he sighed. “Fuck, you feel so good you have no idea.”

Mason bit the inside of his cheek so hard he feared he might draw blood, but the pain was the only thing keeping him from pounding into you. He knew you needed a moment. He could literally feel how tightly your walls were gripping his twitching dick.

You felt a little pathetic for how long you needed to get used to him, but after a while the painful burn turned into a pleasurable stretch, and you felt ready for what he had to offer.

“You can move, Mase.”, you mumbled as your lips trailed over his neck. The temptation of sucking a purple bruise into his soft skin was strong, but contrary to you, he couldn’t cover it up and since you didn’t want him to be the target for his teammate’s teasing, you opted for licking a stripe up to his pulse point. “Please fuck me.”   

Mason’s eyes darkened the moment you locked yours on his. “Lay back, baby.”, he ordered, gently pushing you down on your back and although the t-shirt still covered most of your body, the sight in front of him was one he would never get tired of.

“You have no idea how fucking hot you are right now.”, he growled lowly and that was about all the warning he gave you before moving his hips against yours. He started off slowly, giving you both a second to get accustomed to the overwhelming sensation of his dick rubbing against your soft walls, but it wasn’t long until he grabbed your hips and set a rather harsh pace.

Both of your moans mixed with the sound of skin slapping and created a rather dirty atmosphere in his kitchen, but even if you’d tried, you wouldn’t have been able to hold back. The sight of him, head slightly bent so he could watch himself driving in and out of your wet heat, lips slightly parted and eyes closing in pleasure every once in a while, combined with his dick hitting deep inside of you made you feel all sorts of things.

“Fuck Mase…yes…oh my god.” Your back arched off the cooking island when he hit that magical spot inside of you, making you see stars for a moment. “Right there, oh fuck.”

Mason could feel how tightly your pussy gripped him and he had to fight to keep it together. He desperately wanted you to come first and to help you further along, he quickly got his thumb wet and attached it to your clit.

“Shit, Mase.” Your lips fell open in a silent cry of pleasure as his finger drew relentless circles on your already sensitive clit and it wasn’t long until you could feel the pleasure building up in your stomach. “I’m…I’m so close, Mase. Please.”

“C’mon, baby. I need you to cum for me. Be a good girl for me, yeah?”, he panted as he got closer and closer to his own high, but after a few more perfectly pressured circles against your nub and his dick hitting that special spot, he watched as you cried out, thighs shaking around his hips and face contorting from the white-hot pleasure running through your veins.

He tried his best to push you through it, but the way your walls clamped around him so tightly had him teetering dangerously close on the edge.

“You…you can cum inside of me.”, you panted. “It’s…safe.”

And that was all it took for him. With his name tumbling from his lips repeatedly he buried himself deep inside of you, coating your pulsating walls with his hot release.

“Holy shit.”, he breathed as he collapsed on top of you and buried his head in the crook of your neck.

Your hands found their way into his hair. You brushed through the soft strands and scratched his scalp gently, trying to calm him down as you could feel his racing heart pounding against your ribs.

For a moment, the both of you just laid there. Him flopped on top of you, face hidden away in your neck and you beneath him, revelling in his heavy body pressing down on you, legs wrapped around his waist to keep him in place. You could feel him softening inside of you, the sensation a stark contrast to how he’d handled you before and when you kissed the side of his head, it suddenly hit you.

You’d slept with Mason. Your neighbour and just about the only person you trusted around here at the moment. The only person you considered a friend. What if that shag had ruined it all? You knew how weird things could get after having slept with someone and usually the friendship or whatever it had been faded away. What if it happened to you and Mason too?

“I have to go and clean myself up.”, you mumbled, suddenly feeling all awkward as you gently pushed on his shoulders to get him to move.

“I don’t like this, but fine.”, Mason grumbled, but with a huff, he hoisted himself back up and sent you a lopsided grin. He gently pulled you back up in a sitting position before carefully pulling out. “Don’t be too long.”, he said and with a gentle peck to your lips he helped you down the cooking island.

Once he’d released you, you dashed to the bathroom to clean yourself up, realising too late that you’d left your panties on Mason’s kitchen floor and had nothing to wear now. Sighing, you made peace with the fact of having to pop downstairs again to pick them up and you instantly hoped that Mason would’ve gone to bed already by then.

Your reflection in the mirror wasn’t half as bad as you’d expected it to be. Your lips were a little swollen and a purple bruise was blossoming where Mason had sucked a little too harshly on your skin, but other than that and the fucked-out expression in your eyes, you looked surprisingly decent.

What wasn’t decent however, was the thoughts running riot in your mind.

There was no logical explanation for what had just happened. Other than, that he was an insanely handsome and attractive man, and you were a weak woman with a pathetic crush on your neighbour.

One-night-stands weren’t your cup of tea at all. You could count on less than one hand how many times you’d slept with someone without being in a relationship with them and you’d never planned on extending that list. Until Mason apparently.

The sex had been incredible, there was no denying that he was the best you’d ever had – and probably ever get – and you didn’t regret it, but at the same time you hated yourself for ruining a perfectly good beginning of a friendship. Let alone relationship. A word you refused to even think about.

Completely ignoring the fact that he was Mason Mount the football player, he was still Mason, the handsome, young man who could probably pull any woman he wanted. As if someone like him would ever go for someone like you.

But the worst part was that he now probably thought of you as someone who did this more often. Having one-night-stands. Shagging men in their kitchen.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”, you whispered to yourself. “What was I thinking?”

You knew freaking out wasn’t the solution and talking about this whole thing to clear the situation would be way better, but it was late, you were exhausted, and Mason was probably back to bed already so there really wasn’t much you could do.  

Tomorrow. Tomorrow, you would tell him that you weren’t one of those women who threw themselves at men like that.

Not expecting anyone as you opened the door, you nearly screamed out loud as you came face to face with Mason.

“You erm…forgot these downstairs.” A blush coated his cheeks as he handed you the pair of panties you’d left in his kitchen.

“Thanks.” You quickly pulled them up your legs, trying not to flash him, although the attempt was completely unnecessary, since he’d already seen everything anyway. “Listen, Mase I-“

“Let’s not talk in the hallway, hm?” To your surprise, Mason gently grabbed your hand and without giving you the chance to say something, he pulled you with him towards his bedroom.

Your cheeks burned at the thought of facing him after what you’d just done, but even though you dreaded it, you knew it was probably for the best to get it out of the way before it led to misunderstandings.

Mason, feeling a little weird about it all himself too, flopped down in his bed, back against the headboard and as he could see the hesitant expression on your face whilst eyeing his bed, pulled you down to sit on his thighs. His hands found a home on your waist, fingers gently caressing you through the fabric of his t-shirt as he carefully observed your reaction to it all, wondering if sitting you on top of him like this was too much, but it wasn’t long before it burst out of you.

“Look Mase, I know this looks very much like the opposite and I don’t blame you for thinking like that about me, but I normally don’t do this.”, you told him. “Sleeping with men, I mean. Well, I do sleep with men, that’s not what I meant, like I do have sex with men, but only like in relationships cause I don’t really like the idea of randomly shagging someone…”

Mason watched the deep blush spreading over your cheeks the more you tried to explain yourself and he couldn’t help but find you incredibly endearing. With your gaze fixed on your hands fiddling with the hem of your shirt, you didn’t notice the fond expression in Mason’s eyes as he watched you rambling on.

“And I don’t know what happened today, but I somehow…I don’t know you’re you and you make me nervous cause I like you and then it just happened, but I really want you to know that I’m not like other women who like do it all the time and-“

You were suddenly cut off by a pair of lips softly pressing against yours and although you were incredibly surprised, you reciprocated the careful kiss in an instant.

“In case it wasn’t obvious, I like you too, y/n.”

Mason tried to kiss you again, but completely baffled by his words, you pulled away. “Wait, what?” Your eyes searched his for some kind of mockery, but all you could find in his big brown orbs was warmth and love. “You…you…like me?”

He watched your eyes fluttering shut momentarily as he softly brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, fingertips just about caressing the soft skin he couldn’t get enough of.

“Yes, y/n. I really like you.” He gently cupped your cheek, thumb rubbing right beneath your eye. “I know it’s sudden and we haven’t known each other for that long yet, but lately seeing you in the morning and getting to talk to you, has been the best part of my day.”

The way Mason kept staring at you with a fond expression had your tummy flipping and although you still felt a little hesitant, you reached out for his free hand and pushed your fingers between his.

“You…this…you mean this wasn’t just a random shag?”

“No, y/n.”, he chuckled as he dropped his head for a second. He felt bad he’d given you the feeling of being one of many when you were so much more to him. “Like you, I don’t really like sleeping with women I barely know. I don’t have that much time anyway and the idea of wasting the free time I have with women who are mostly only interested in fucking a footballer just doesn’t seem appealing to me.”

“But I-“

“You’re different. I can’t give you a proper explanation why, but I’ve felt it.” Mason placed a soft kiss onto your forehead. “I loved that I got to talk to you every single morning before leaving for training, you know, just talking random things and easing my mind a little and I felt like every day I got to know you a little better and the more we spoke the more I figured that I liked you – more than I should.”

“You never said anything. Like I would’ve never guessed it meant so much to you.”, you said quietly and in absolute disbelief. This was Mason out of all people sitting right in front of you – or more like underneath you – handing you his little heart on a plate.

It all seemed so absurd. First the mind-blowing sex in the kitchen, then your mini panic attack in the bathroom, followed by Mason taking you into his room and placing you in his lap to tell you he liked you. All whilst both of you were still barely dressed.

You felt like you were in some sort of fever dream as there was no way any of this was real.  

“I’d actually planned to invite you for dinner at my place, you know?”, Mason admitted with blushed cheeks. “Dating me can be a bit difficult, especially in the beginning, so I thought you’d feel more comfortable in the safety of my four walls, but then when I came home, there was this chaos here and my plan was out the window and...”

He interrupted himself, shaking his head and chuckling. He felt like a proper idiot. “I know it was the completely wrong order and I should have told you first that I like you before sticking my dick in, but you in my t-shirt…you were just so irresistible, and I really am sorry you thought you weren’t more than a quick shag for me.”

As he nudged his nose against yours, your tummy flipped again. “It’s fine, Mase. It's not like you couldn't have thought the same of me. After all, I’ve let you do all these things to me and made it look as if shagging random men was completely normal for me.”

“Oi, I’m not a random man, am I?” Mason tickled your sides in an attempt to lift the heavy tension in the room and the giggle you let out warmed his heart. God, he wanted to hear that sound forever. “Seriously though, I really do like you, and I would love to give us a try. If you want that too, that is.”

“I’d like that a lot, Mase.”, you breathed and after he’d taken the lead on so many occasions tonight, you felt like this time it was on you.

One of your hands found its place on the side of his neck as you leaned in to kiss him softly. His quiet hum against your lips before kissing you back made you feel all warm inside and although you should probably talk a little more, you couldn’t help but deepen it a little.

Kissing him felt amazing, feeling his tongue gently playing with yours made you feel all giddy inside and when his hands sneaked beneath your shirt and started caressing your skin, a tiny moan got lost in his mouth.

Neither of you could get enough of the other and whilst your hands were buried in his soft hair, Mason’s roamed all over your body, causing goosebumps to erupt in their wake. His fingers caressed the soft skin on your warm thighs, travelling all the way up to your waist where he squeezed gently before he eventually stroked up and down your sides, higher and higher until his thumbs brushed the underside of your boob carefully.

You pulled away to take a look at him and the moment your eyes locked on his, Mason noticed the hesitation. In his kitchen, it had appeared to be a no-strings-attached shag, but now that you’d talked, everything felt so different.

“I meant what I said, y/n.”, he whispered. “I really like you and I would love for you to give us a chance. You’re an incredible woman and so so beautiful, I hope you know that.”

Still a little unsettled by it all and marked by bad past experiences, you tried to read between the lines and find the catch, but all you could find was a smile, painted by pure and deep affection.

“We don’t have to do anything now, you know? We can just go to bed. You can sleep here or in your room, it’s up to you. I don’t want you to feel like we have to do something or that I only want you for sex, because it’s so much more for me. I don’t expect you to do anything with me now.”

“I’m not sure your body agrees, you know.”, you chuckled, nodding towards the bulge forming in his tight boxers.

“y/n.”, Mason groaned as a deep blush spread over his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, but even he couldn’t hide the small laugh bubbling up inside of him. It was definitely the last thing he’d expected you to say. “I’m sorry okay? You’re in your panties, literally on top of me. It’s making me go insane. You’re making me go insane.”

“I can see that.”, you grinned. “What would you do if I left you hanging now? Take a shower?”

You had no idea what had happened, but his honest admission had set a boost of confidence free and now that you knew you were both on the same page, you couldn’t wait to experience what you hadn’t downstairs.

“Probably yes.”, he nodded as he curiously observed your every move. He watched the small smile spreading over your face whilst your hands moved down his torso until your fingers wrapped around the hem of his shirt.

“I don’t think you need that shower tonight, Mase.”

A deep sigh left his lips when you lightly scratched the soft skin of his tummy. It was the first time you touched him properly as you hadn’t gotten the chance to do so in the kitchen and his warm skin beneath yours sent shockwaves through your body.

The way Mason reacted to your touch gave you the confidence you needed to push his shirt up higher and when eventually Mason got the message and pulled it over his head you were left a little speechless.

Obviously, he was an athlete and you’d expected him to be fit and have a nice body, but what you’d right in front of you exceeded all your wildest expectations. Defined abs, the v-line disappearing under the waistband of his boxers and toned pecks, all covered by perfectly smooth skin. He looked perfect.

His muscles contracted beneath your touch, as you traced along his abs and sides with gentle fingers. You paid some extra attention to the mole slightly above his bellybutton before moving on to trace the Champions League tattoo on his side.

“You’re so beautiful.”, you whispered as you took your time to look all over his body in a way you hadn’t been able to before and you hated him a little for keeping himself hidden away before, but at the same time you felt as if now that you had more time and patience, you appreciated the sight more than you would’ve in the haste of before.

Not taking your hands off his body, you leaned down and kissed all over his collarbones and down his chest slowly, making sure to cover all of the warm skin you could reach and the way he quietly sighed kept you going.  

Mason hissed in a mixture of surprise and pleasure as you teasingly flicked his nipple and when you sent him a cheeky smile, he shook his head. He liked this version of you just as much as any other you’d showed him so far.

A drawn-out moan flew past his lips the moment he felt you palming him over his boxers. The warm sensation gathered in his stomach almost immediately and although he would’ve loved to let you do your thing, he wanted this time to be special.

Mason pried your hand off his dick gently before pulling you in a little closer. “I want to do it properly this time.”, he smiled as he leaned in to kiss you softly.

“Properly?”

“Yeah like…I want to take my time with you, feel you properly. I don’t want it to be rushed and quick, more like slowly and…loving. I want to sleep with you this time, not fuck you, you know?”

Your heart stumbled in your chest. The sudden vulnerability and intimate honesty he laid out for you nothing what you’d expected, but for some reason it made it all feel even more intense and special.

“I want that, too, Mase.”, you whispered quietly and although he’d always seemed to be so confident in his own skin, you could see the relief rushing through him at hearing your words.

-

When Mason woke up the next morning, he expected to have you in his arms; head on his chest and leg draped across his, but to his surprise, the bed next to him was empty.

He knew it didn’t have to mean anything as there were about 50 different reasons for why you could’ve left without meaning to leave him, but his stomach still dropped and when you hadn’t emerged after another five minutes of lying in bed, thinking you’d maybe just gone to the loo, he eventually got up and dressed.

When you both had actually gone to sleep last night or rather this morning and you’d fallen asleep on his chest, he’d cursed today's training, but now that 164 thoughts about you were going through his head, he was quite happy to get some distraction.

Mason couldn't find a logical explanation for why you’d just taken off after everything that had happened. He’d thought that you were on the same side, and had the same idea for what was supposed to come for the two of you, but apparently, he’d read it all wrong.

Less then 10 minutes later he’d made it downstairs. His training bag got dropped by the door before he quickly dashed to the kitchen to grab himself one of those energy bars his brother had recommended, but the sight he was confronted by was one he would never complain about.

There you were, still dressed in his t-shirt and your hair mindlessly thrown up in a bun, as you swayed your hips to the music coming from the radio, quietly singing along. For a moment, Mason allowed himself to just take it in.

The domesticity of the whole thing had his heart warming in his chest and if it had been up to him, he would’ve just watched you forever, but soon enough you turned around.

“Jesus Mase.”, you yelped as you hadn’t heard him coming in. “Normal people say something to announce themselves and don't stand in the doorway looking at other people like creeps.”

Mason laughed quietly. “Sorry, I was just very surprised to see you here. I thought you’d left.”

“I would never.”, you smiled and after you’d placed a cup of coffee on the table, you made your way over to where he was still leaning against the door. “Morning.”

You weren’t exactly sure if you were supposed to, but ever since you’d kissed him for the first time you couldn’t stop, so before you could chicken out, you leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

“Morning.”, Mason hummed as he grabbed your waist to keep you close, suddenly feeling all warm and giddy inside. “What are you doing in my kitchen anyway?”

“So I know you get breakfast at Carrington, but I still wanted to make something as a little thank you for letting me stay and all that. I know it’s not much but-“

As his heart was threatening to burst his chest, Mason was quick in interrupting you with his lips against yours. He could feel you wrapping your arms around his neck and melting into his body as you kissed him back and, in that moment, he knew, that this was all he ever needed in life.

“There’s really no need to thank me, y/n.”, he whispered once he’d pulled back a little. “But I still appreciate it a lot.”

24 hours ago, you’d been y/n, his neighbour and maybe his friend, and now that he held you in his arms, your face buried in the crook of his neck, he knew he didn’t need some dates to confirm what he was feeling.

“There’s no way I’ll ever let you go again, love. Stay with me?”, he mumbled into your hair and when he felt your lips stretching into a smile against his neck, it was all he needed to know your answer.

“Yes.”  

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relationships, once resembling the sweet symphony of love can turn to play a dissonant melody, much like a wilting rose, its vibrant petals fading to a melancholic shade of gray. the once-gentle winds of understanding transformed into bitter gales of miscommunication, tearing at the fragile bonds once woven. love, once a warm and comforting embrace, can feel like a jagged, icy terrain, each step a painful reminder of the shards of trust shattered.

thats what your relationship with love had been, stuck a in a relationship with a man who did not appreciate you and found himself raising his hand at you in frustration or tear into your soul with ice cold words that threatened to shatter your soul.

it had left you vulnerable and untrusting, unwilling to open up to a relationship ever again.

until a certain ferrari driver came along.

carlos sainz.

maybe it was the way he had looked at you across the ramp at the Milan fashion show ferrari had made him attend, surrounded by other celebrities he was uncomfortable around.

your label had made you attend to show your fans you were fine post the 'termination' of your old relationship.

your eyes had met his dark brown ones, a gentle sparkle in them, and he found his lingering on yours, taking in the sight of you in all your gorgeousness across the room.

he had come up to you after, shook your hand and introduced himself.

the thick accent had you blushing, and the sight of this greek god like man dressed in a black tuxedo with the most perfectly mussed up hair had your heart doing a little tango in your chest.

he was charming and sweet, offering you champagne at the after party and telling you about his career and passion for formula 1. he had also admitted to being a fan of your music, to which you had giggled, and he had smiled.

as the party wore on, you stuck to him, finding him to be the only sincere person in the ballroom full of fake smiles, the only person who brought genuine smiles and laughter to you.

within a few hours it felt like chatting to an old friend.

you ended the night with his phone number logged in your phone, and yours in his, and a mutual follow on both your ends on Instagram.

two days later, he sent you a video of himself at the track, with charles singing Adele in the background,with the caption 'wish i could have your voice serenading me before I step into the car instead of his'

you found yourself smiling, shaking your head at his antics, but also blushing at his lopsided smile.

but something in your brain made you stop, hesitate to reply.

the scars from the past were still fresh, and the memory of heartache loomed large. the prospect of opening your heart once more, or even flirting, felt like stepping onto shaky ground.

you found yourself replying with a simple smile emoji and a promise to send him whatever new song you'd be working on soon.

days sped by, with little texts shared and likes dropped on each other's posts.

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your friends asked you persistently about the nature of your relationship with the spaniard, to which you said "he's just a friend I made recently"

when you came to barcelona to record your album, you dropped him a text, to which he asked you to a simple dinner at his favourite restaurant.

even though your heart hammered against your chest and your brain screamed no, you accepted, trying to ignore the slight alarm in your body.

and the dinner was perfect.

carlos was nothing short of a gentleman, pulling your chair out for you, complimenting the way you looked, and your music and taking genuine interest in what you had to say.

carlos found himself utterly infatuated with your beauty, inside and out, and he swore every time you giggled his heart fluttered like a butterfly.

he loved the nervous way you pushed your hair back behind your ears when you got shy, or the intense concentration as you picked your pasta, which was a butternut squash ravioli, which you told him, was your favourite.

he loved how you got so intense when telling a story, and how your hands moved animatedly as you told him a funny story about your night at the Grammy's.

he couldn't help but laugh as you told your story, and he couldn't help the slight flush to his cheeks when you said, "you look handsome tonight" with a sweet smile.

"thank you bella" he said, the nickname dripping off his lips like the sweetest honey, sending a homely warmth through your body.

you'd be lying if you said you weren't arrested to the handsome spaniard in front of you.

he had worn a turquoise blue shirt, the first few buttons undone, and pristine white pants that looked absolutely phenomenal on his gorgeously tanned skin, the Spanish sun clearly doing wonders for him.

he looked like an angel descended from the heavens, his hair falling imperfectly perfectly across his forehead, and his lips looked so delectably plump and pink that you couldn't help your eyes fluttering down to them multiple times throughout dinner.

you loved the way his accent laid heavy, as he talked to you about the atmosphere at monza. you loved the passion in his eyes and his voice as he spoke about how much he adored his job, and how deeply he cared about ferrari.

you loved the way his eyes furrowed in concentration, as he listened intently to the story you were telling him, and the sincerity in his dark eyes, the rich and velvety brown eyes radiating warmth.

you couldn't help the way your heart beat quickened, when he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand, when you walked into the restaurant.

neither of you could deny the unspoken electric connection that you shared, zinging through the both of you like a bolt of lightning.

when you got out from the restaurant, he offered to drive you back to your hotel, the red ferrari purred through the streets as you both listened to the soft enrique iglesias songs playing on loop on the radio.

you continued sharing stories, as you made your way though the streets of barcelona, and by the time you reached your hotel, you found yourself unwilling to say goodbye to the handsome man beside you.

"so...this is me" you smiled, and he chuckled.

"I'm aware" he smiled back, and you giggled, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek.

"thank you for tonight carlos. i really enjoyed myself" you told him sincerely, leaning over to squeeze his hands softly.

"you're welcome carino, I enjoyed myself too" he said, running a thumb over your knuckles.

for a moment, the urge to just grab him by his stupidly handsome face and kiss him zapped through your body, but fear stopped you.

you weren't ready for that.

you couldn't do that.

not all over again.

and yes while he had proved to be different, how could you know for sure that things wouldn't turn sour?

"i think I'll get going" you whispered, voice not strong enough to maintain its regular volume, and carlos nodded, a crease in his brow forming at the sudden tremble in your voice.

"sure, let me know if you'd like to hang out sometime later" he said, getting out to open the door for you.

you lingered in the dimly lit hallway for a second, not quite warning him to leave but not strong enough to tell him you liked him.

you fluttered between fear and intuition, before deciding on a middle ground : leaning up on tip toe to press a soft kiss to his cheek.

carlos found himself blushing, responding with yet another gentle. kiss to your hand, and then your forehead

"good night carino" he whispered.

"goodnight carlos" you smiled.

you watched him walk away, heart strumming against your chest.

oh, you were in for a hard time.

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carlos sighed as he looked at the list of media duties in front of him. he zoned out, sylvia's voice lulling him into a doze.

the soft ping of a text notification snapped him out of it, and he looked at is discreetly under the table.

y/n, carlos

you : thought of you when i saw this 🫶🏼

*one attachment*

looking at the message, carlos grinned.

carlos : haha. looks like I follow you wherever I go ;)

you : haha very funny carlos. how's imola going for you?

carlos : you've memorized my race schedule now? 😄

you : noo i just saw a post on Instagram

carlos : it's just media today which i hate so I'm just ready to go home already

you : i get that!! i don't like doing press either :(

carlos : yeah I'm in a meeting right now and I wish i was in my bed fast asleep

you : ....wait are you in a meeting RIGHT NOW?!?

carlos : yes

you : carlos 😭 why are you texting me then??

carlos : because I prefer it ;)

you : oh my gosh okay we'll talk later okay?

carlos : okay carino, have a good day

you : you too 💕

"carlos, can you please put your phone away?" sylvia's impatient voice broke the trance he was.

"yeah yeah" he mumbled a little grumpily, earning a short from charles and a nudge from his press officer.

but he didn't care. he'd prefer spending time with you over the press anyday.

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sighing, you scrolled through your camera roll, erasing any trace of your past relationship. it was gone. it wasn't a part of you anymore.

every deleted picture felt like a weight being lifted off your mind and your chest and tears filled your eyes.

the sheer relief that came with the alleviated pain had a gasp rising in your throat, coming out in a strangled choke.

before you knew it, you were sobbing, knees pulled up to your chest, tears running down your face, choked sobs leaving your throat, each one seemingly ripping your throat open.

you cried till your throat was raw and your body on the brink of exhaustion.

the sound of your phone ringing cut through, making you jump.

you watched as carlos' name flashed across the screen, and after taking a deep breath, you answered.

"hello?"

"buenos dias carino. como estas?" how are you he asked, his voice light and melodious, and you inhaled deeply, feeling the anxiety slowly leaving your body.

"I'm good carlos, what about you?" you replied, trying to keep your voice as steady as possible.

"all good carino. just missing you" he flirted, but you didn't miss the sincerity in his voice.

you felt your heartbeat increase in pace, a flush painting your cheeks.

"i miss you too.." you mumbled, embarrassment flooding you as you realized you really did miss him.

"then why don't I fly you out to Monza? its ferrari's home race and I'd love to see you in ferrari red" he said and you giggled.

"I'd love to carlos" you said, and you heard him laugh.

"okay then carino, I'll have the jet pick you up okay? does Thursday work for you? ill pick you up after media duties?" he said, and you awwed at his concern.

"i can just go to your hotel? you don't have to pick me up" you assured him, and after much convincing, he reluctantly agreed to have caco pick you up instead.

"just ask him if his name is carlos too" he had joked, smiling to himself when you let out a hearty laugh.

with promises to see each other soon, you hung up.

you took a deep breath, wiping away the salty tears, contrasting to the sweet smile on your face.

maybe, just maybe, you could watch love begin again.

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Thursday rolled around, and you flew to Monza in carlos' jet, to be received by a man with a kind face and a bouquet of flowers waiting for you.

"you must be carlos?" you asked shyly, shaking his hand.

"yes, I'm carlos' cousin, but please call me caco" he had smiled, offering to take your backpack from you.

the two of you chatted on your way to the hotel, making jokes about all the carlos' in the Sainz family.

"how do you manage to keep them all distinct?' you had asked, and he had just laughed and said, "trust me, we don't"

you found yourself enjoying the company of the older man, who was as friendly as someone could be.

as you reached the hotel, you felt nerves spring in your belly, and you bit your lip anxiously.

caco noticed, and sent you a soft smile.

"you know, carlos doesn't usually invite people over. you must be special to him if he's called you to a race" and you tried your hardest to not warm up at his words, but the bright smile on your face said it all.

"come, let me show you to your room, it's next to carlos', and then we can wait in his room for him to come back he should be here soon" caco said, doing the needful with the reception staff.

with a sigh you sunk down into the plush cushions of the sofa in carlos' room after depositing all your baggage in your own room.

you and caco continued to talk for a bit, sharing stories and laughs till the door opened, and a pair of white sneakers made their way over to you.

"hola carino" carlos' voice rang through the room, and you turned on your heel, heart fluttering in your chest as you took in the sight of him, in his red and black ferrari shirt and apparently signature white pants.

neither of you noticed caco gently slip away, not wanting to intrude in the private moment.

"hello" you smiled, waving at him nervously.

in quick strides he made his way across the room, engulfing you in a big hug.

you inhaled the musky scent he wore, reminding you of dior sauvage, and focused on the feeling of his large, coarse palms gently rubbing your back.

"i missed you, y'know?" he mumbled, drawing away and gently caressing your cheek.

"i missed you too, so much' you replied, voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm happy you're here" he murmured, gently pushing a stray strand of hair behind your ears.

"I'm happy to be here, thank you so much for having me" you smiled at him.

"anytime, corazon" heart he flirted, and you flushed again.

the two of you spent some time chatting, before jet lag overtook you, and you ended up falling asleep with your head on his shoulder.

carlos gently pulled your legs up and out a pillow under your neck to prevent you from getting a crick as he laid you on the sofa, penning a small note when he realized that he had to run to meet fans in the hotel.

with an odd feeling of sadness, he tucked you in, leaving you, to head down.

he remained a little distracted, not quite able to focus when he truly just wanted to spend time with you.

he couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so deeply infatuated with someone, the last time someone had flooded his mind 24\7

you were so utterly perfect in so many ways, sweet and kindhearted, headstrong and independent, warm and funny, friendly and open.

but still, he felt a reluctance to be vulnerable, the walls you had put up that you refused to let him penetrate. he was also aware that you even coming to had been a huge step, and he could slowly work towards findings out what exactly was upsetting you.

with new found determination, he made his way back to the room.

upstairs, you were still fast asleep, and as he walked in he noticed the agitation on your face, the beads of sweat dripping down your forehead and the whimpers leaving your lips.

he rushed over to you, fingers gently shaking your tense shoulders, heart breaking at the whimpers escaping your lips, little murmurs of “please don’t hurt me..” leaving your lips, making his heart shatter.

still in a haze, you frowned, watching as the dark shaped got closer and close to you, you tried to run, but you were frozen in place, a scream rising to your throat only to stick, mouth open without making a single sound. the dark figure got closer and closer, ominous giggles leaving their mouth as they approached you, faceless, but for an evil smirk on their lips.

the figure reached out and touched your face, cold and clammy, and you felt a chill run down your spine.

"im going to hurt you," the figure whispered. you tried to speak, but no words would come out. you were trapped, helpless.

the figure leaned in closer, and you could feel its hot breath on your neck. It reached out and touched your throat.

you closed your eyes and waiting for the impact.

but then, you heard a familiar voice, sounding almost dreamlike and distant, like a guardian angel descending from the heavens to refuse you.

"wake up, carino! it’s just a dream. I’m here, estas a salvo” you're safe Carlos’ voice broke through and you awoke with a gasp.

carlos took in the sight of the tears dripping down your cheek, and the pants leaving your mouth, and he swore he felt his heart shatter.

"stay away" you whispered, bringing your knees to your chest to shield yourself.

"wh-what?" he mumbled, surprised.

"i said stay away!! don't touch me" you shouted, voice quivering with fear.

the storm of emotion in carlos' eyes sent self pity surging through your heart.

"oh, cariño mío, nunca, nunca, nunca te haría daño, te lo prometo." oh my darling, i would never ever ever hurt you,i promise he whispered, but still, he took a step back. he did not want to cross any boundaries.

"don't lie to me" you whimpered, shoulders shaking and chest rising and falling rapidly. you were still dazed, not quite processing that it was carlos in front of you, not your ex, and that he was the last person to raise a hand on you.

"im not lying, mi duce" he said sincerely, gently reaching his hand out to you.

"no! thats what he said too" you sobbed out, knees giving out as you fell to your knees on the ground, face buried in your hands as you sobbed.

carlos decided that space wasn't the answer. with steps as light as a feather, he was beside you in an instant, gingerly reaching out to stroke your hair.

surprisingly, you didn't push him away, but you did flinch, and the sight made Carlos's heart break further.

"oh, oh, cariño mío... siento mucho, mucho que eso te haya sucedido..."oh, oh my darling, I'm so so sorry that ever happened to you, he whispered, gently rubbing your arm, the warmth of his hands helping the shivers taking over your body.

"I'm sorry" you sobbed, embarrassment, guilt and shame coursing through your veins.

"no, why are you sorry? you haven't done anything wrong" he stated firmly, gently letting you lean into him, sniffling into his shirt.

he didn't care about the mess on his shirt. he didn't care about the fact that he was late for a press meeting. all he cared about was making sure that your were okay.

"i shouldn't have been so stupid, so stupid that someone had to hit me to make me see sense" you continued, mind so drowsy and scared you didn't even know what you were saying.

"you're not stupid, amor, i promise youre not. i am so sorry that happened to you but please, mi dulce, don't ever demean yourself. eres más valiosa para mí que el sol, la luna y las estrellas, y juro que hay millones de personas que piensan lo mismo. no puedo deshacer lo que tu ex ha hecho, pero haré todo lo posible para tratarte mejor y hacerte sentir amada de nuevo, si me das una oportunidad, mi cariño. significas el mundo para mí y pasaré cada día de mi vida demostrándotelo si es necesario." he said,You are worth more to me than the sun moon and stars and i swear there are millions of people who think so too. I cannot undo what your ex has done, but I can try my damn hardest to treat you better and make you feel loved again, if you will give me a chance, my darling. You mean the world to me and I'll spend every day of my life proving that to you if i have to", gently lifting your chin so he could look into your red eyes.

"I'm not worth it carlos.. you deserve someone who isn't a mess, who isn't wrecked, who isn't a useless, used thing, like me.." you started but you were cut off by carlos pulling you into a tight hug.

inhaling deeply, you let yourself sink into his embrace, clutching the material of his shirt as if you were scared he would disappear into thin air.

"you are everything to me" he murmured, and you looked up at him, gaze flicking from his sincere eyes, the worry lines on his forehead to his perfectly plump lips.

and in that moment you made a decision.

"kiss me" you whispered, hand reaching out to stroke his stubble.

"there's nothing I want more, carino, but..are you sure? no quiero que te arrepientas de esto más tarde." i don't want you to regret this later he said, and you smiled.

"nunca he estado más seguro de nada más."I've never been more sure of anything else you replied, gently pulling him down to meet your lips.

you closed the space between the two of you, pressing your body against his as your hands found home on his face and waist, his in your cheek and hips

carlos sighed softly, against your mouth hands moving to wrap around you, resting on your back as he kisses you back, with unfiltered passion.

you never thought that actually someone could actually leave you winded with just a kiss, but here was a man, something out of a story book, taking your breath away with a kiss.

"I've wanted to do that for so long" carlos mumbled against your lips, as you slowly pulled away, trying to ignore the butterflies fluttering in your belly.

"i have too, but i was scared.." you started off, but carlos cut you off with a feather soft kiss to your forehead.

"you don't owe me any explanation, mi amor. thank you for trusting me" he whispered, and you smiled.

"just... promise me you won't hurt me?" you asked, vulnerability evident in every syllable.

carlos responded with a soft kiss to your knuckles, to your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, and then finally your lips.

"never."

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that summer, carlos took you to mallorca to meet his family.

he had brought you along, introducing you to his father, his mother, his sisters and a few cousins who had come to spend the summer.

carlos sainz sr had welcomed you with open arms, despite your initial nervousness. reyes had enveloped you in a warm hug, expressing her excitement at finally meeting the woman her son couldn't stop raving about, making the both of you blush.

his sisters, blanca and ana, had both gushed over you, making very little effort to hide how much they loved your music and how excited they were that their brother was dating you.

you were grateful at how welcoming and sweet his family was, how they treated you like one of their own, taking you sightseeing and taking you to their favourite spots, treating you to lovely lunches with the family, with reyes making you your first ever homemade gazpacho that you fell in love with.

out of everyone, you found yourself gravitating to her the most, and spent as much time with her as you could, laughing at stories she told you about carlos.

one evening she took you and her daughters out for a spa day. carlos couldn't hide the happy smile that refused to leave his lips the whole day, heart full at how well you meshed with his family.

"you look lovely dear" reyes warm tone greeted you as you made your way to the car so you could go to lunch and then a spa. she was so kind to you, even though she only met you a few days ago, she welcomed you into her family with open arms. "are you enjoying yourself, mi hija?" the nickname made you flush, as you nodded, a shy smile on your lips "don’t be shy!" she said, gently squeezing your shoulder, eyes twinkling

"mallorca is really beautiful! i really like it here" you said, a genuine smile on your lips, and reyes nodded. "thats good because I get the feeling we'll have you over much more often now", blanca added from the back seat.

she winked at you which made the four of you laugh.

"well, i hope i can visit much more often" you said, smiling at the three sainz women in front of you.

"you will, i know for a fact my brother is head over heels for you with how he looks at you like you hung the stars sun sky and the entire cosmos up" ana said sagely, making blanca snort.

"don't expose him like that, he'll kill you if he hears you told her that" her older sister chided

"I'm not wrong! he doesn't bring anyone home unless he's serious about them!" ana said indignantly, and you felt your heart flutter

"my carlito is very shy, hija, and that's why we were so happy when he told us you were dating, and even more when he said he was bringing you home" reyes said to you, a nostalgic smile on her lips as she thought back to when all her children were babies.

"you're a lovely person, y/n. i knew it the moment you walked in the door, and I know you make carlos so happy. welcome to the family unofficially, mi hija" she said softly, to voices of agreement from ana and Blanca and you felt tears rise to your eyes.

overwhelmed with emotion, all you could do was squeeze their hands and say a soft "thank you"

later that night, as you and carlos for ready for bed, he came up to you, wrapping his arms around you, pressing soft kisses to your neck and shoulders, massaging your shoulders with lotion.

"what did you talk to my mother and sisters about mi dulce?" he asked, pressing a gentle kiss to your collarbone.

"thats a secret, amor" you smirked and he whined, burying his face in your neck.

"ana has been winking at me all evening and poking me in the side. what did you dooo" he whined like a child and you giggled.

"i can't tell you,but they were all so lovely" you said, climbing into bed, as carlos snuggled up to you.

"see? i told you they'd all love you. my dad told me today as well, he thinks you're a perfect match for me and he'd like to take you for a round of golf sometime" he said, running his fingers through your hair.

"I'd love that" you smiled, kissing his nose.

of course, it didn't stop there.

before you knew it, carlos' lips were on yours. you pushed him away with a giggle, knowing it wouldn't stop at one.

"please amor, just one more, I've barely seen you today" he pouted and you rolled your eyes at his antics.

“fine. just one. one more kiss and that’s—”

carlos' mouth pressed against yours in a desperate kiss, mumbling a quick ,"yes, hmm, yes," as he nudges the tip of his tongue against yours to open up, trying to get you a more passionate kiss.

you pull back with a gasp, hands against his chest, “no no no no no. you need to behave and i only said one and your entire family is here and this is more than one —" he cut you off mid way again, pressing a flurry of pecks your lips.

desperately trying to keep your thoughts straight, you begins to cave in as his teeth gently nibble at your bottom lip, pulling it away and his eyes watching as it snaps back in its place, his tongue meets yours again.

you whine, body relaxing slowly into his, hands resting on his chest and face, monetarily forgetting the fact that you were making out with him in his family home.

"ay dios mio!" caco's voice exclaims and you jump, pulling away from carlos.

"por favor, cierra la puerta si vas a involucrarte en estas actividades, hermano." he said backing out of the room.

"qué quieres, caco?" carlos yelled after him, grinning at the sight of you burying your face in the blanket, shouting out an apology to caco.

"just wanted to say good night, which I now know you'll have!" he shouted back and you gasped, pulling the sheets over your face.

you were sure ana in the next room must have heard it.

"carlos" you whine as he laughs, anas voice floating in from next door "please don't traumatise me!"

all of a sudden, he pins you down, fingers ticking your sides, relishing the sound of your laughter.

“im so in love with you, angel, te amo." he whispered.

"te amo carlos" you mumbled, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips.

everything had changed, thankfully for the better.

and you could not be happier.

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a/n : might make it multi part or just leave it like this, please let me know which one you'd prefer!!

as always likes, reblogs comments, opinions etc are appreciated!! much love always 😘

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Yn wouldn’t ever imagine showing around her hometown to her future boyfriend, much less when her boyfriend was a world-famous driver.

But Charles was on cloud nine. He loved each story and the hidden spot she told him about. Each one built the person she is today. He loved how everyone seemed to know her around, and how small but cozy the place was. He missed this feeling of safety and unity.

“And this is my favorite sunset. It's not the prettiest, but it's my favorite. I used to sneak in here whenever I needed to think about something," She explained when they sat side by side on the hood of her family's car. The sun was saying its goodbye, giving them a show with the prettiest colors casting its shadows on their skins. The ice cream they got at her favorite shop was starting to melt with the breeze and the last rays of sunshine, but to Charles, everything was perfect. Exactly like it should be.

"This feels like the kind of place you come alone to think about life or share the secret spot with your first love," his voice was smooth, and he licked the dessert on his hands, Yn smiled at how young he looked, sitting in the hood of the car, watching the sunset while licking ice cream.

"Yes to both, except I'm only now sharing it with my first love."

Her confession made him smile, and the way he stared deep into her eyes, lacing their fingers together, spoke more than any words he could say using his voice. Charles too was in love. So in love. And there wasn't anywhere he rather be than watching the sunset in a small town with the love of his life.

Casting a glance, you notice a man dressed in all black, head down following you. Fixing the bags in your hand you move through the crowd trying to lose the guy. It doesn't work as you turn looking in one of the shop windows and seeing him right behind you.

Without a second thought you drop all your bags leaving them as you make a break for the house. Your quick breaths and pounding feet as you hit your door. Turning you see the man rushing at you, screaming you throw the door open. Crashing into a body you slam the door and fall back.

Filled with panic and terror you shove the person away, unsure who it was. "Don't touch me!" You cry, curling into yourself as you shake. "Bubs? Hey, it's me." Hearing that voice you look up slowly, meeting those eyes. "Lando," You whisper flinging yourself into his arms.

He falls back, but keeps you close and rubs your back trying to comfort you. "What the hell?" Oscar storms in, wearing his suit most likely back from a meeting. "I don't know." Lando answers, pulling you closer.

It took them hours to calm you down, one of Lando's informants letting them know what had happened. "I'm going to find that fucker and rip him to shreds." Lando seethes, Oscar shushing him as you squirm in his arms, fast asleep.

"Breath Lando, I've got my people looking for the freak." Oscar reassures, watching his boyfriend pace back and forth. "I will not breath," Lando hisses stopping at the foot of the bed. "He chased her, he tried to hurt our fucking girl. I want him dead, I want it to be cruel and that he'll be begging for it." Lando bushes off the bed, as a soft knock hits the door.

"What?" Oscar replies, the door opening showing one of their ground people. "We've got him." Oscar and Lando lock eyes, a smirk playing at both their lips. The movement is what wakes you, clinging to Oscar who tries to slide out of bed.

"Don't leave me alone." You whimper, Oscar sighs sliding back into the bed. "Go, I'll stay." Lando nods heading down the multiple stairs and to the basement.

"No, I will not let you go anywhere without me," Lando reaches out for your hand but you pull back. "I'm not a china doll! Stop treating me like one." Lando freezes, but he's unable to stop. He's world is filled with people who have no issues with hurting a woman, much less a pregnant woman.

"I won't stop," With the way he says it you know it's the end of the conversation. "Fine," You storm out, hand on your large belly, ready to pop at any minute. Lando follows you watching as you move through the large flat.

"Sugar, please talk to me." He begs, hating when you give him the silent treatment. "Bubs? Please, I just want to protect you." He whispers, grabbing your hands. "I'm not a child, I'm your wife." You argue, just wanting to get oranges.

"I know, I know. But," His hand touches your stomach smiling when your baby kicks his Dad's hand. "I'm the leader of this Mafia, Y/n. If anything happened to you, or the baby," He takes a breath pulling you close. "I would burn the fucking world down."

"Hey, hey." You hold him by the jaw making him look at you. "Lando, I'm so well protected and loved by you. No one would dare hurt me. Now, grab your jacket and let's get me those oranges, yeah?" Lando nods, but you grab his arm feeling you wet yourself.

"Lando?" "Yeah?" He smiles thinking was nothing wrong. "I'm in labor."

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"He's perfect, god you're perfect." Lando whispers, wiping his eyes. "Looks just like his Daddy." You smile, exhausted from the labor as Lando sways side to side holding his little boy. "Little charmer, eh?" He asks, you giggling but Lando soon slides onto the empty side of the bed as you both admire your son's face.

Y/N spent her time wearing Fabian's team colours. It was something she and Max had spoken about at great length when Fabian first got signed. As much as Max wanted his wife there, supporting him, he understood.

During Fabian's debut season, he shared a podium with his father. It was a truly magical moment, Max and Fabian spraying the champagne onto each other.

After Fabian's rookie season, Max retired. His retirement was later than anybody had expected, especially after having Fabian and his sister (who was given the choice between coming to watch her brother race or staying at her grandma's. She chose her grandma).

When Max retired, the sport lost a hero. So, they looked to Fabian. Fabian got his fathers seat in Red Bull Racing after he retired. His parents attended every race he went to, both of them wearing Red Bull shirts with Fabians number on them.

With Max now being retired, it meant he had time to follow his sons career around the globe. Most expected him to make a return like Alonso, but Max knew it was Fabian's time to shine.

Max knew the circuits better than anybody else. He knew which ones his son would excel around, but he also knew which ones were the most dangerous. He never let it show on his face how nervous he was, not when he knew how much it would upset his wife.

Singapore and Spa were the circuits which had Max the most panicked. In the Red Bull garage, he and Y/N watched as Fabian raced around, the lead car on the grid.

"Like father like son," Y/N said as she leaned against Max. It was raining, making the Verstappens all that more nervous. Fabian hadn't get come in for a pair of wet tires. His mother was ready to have a heart attack.

On the wet track, the Red Bull car spun. It span, the rear end hitting the wall. The back of the car completely disappeared as the barrier pushed it back around. "Fabi!" Cried Y/N, pushing away from her husband.

Max had to hold Y/N back as they looked to the engineer. "Is everything alright, Fabian?" He asked. No response. "Fabian? Can you hear me? Let me know you're all right."

Again, silence.

All Y/N could do was watch the screen focused on his car. Fabian hadn't yet climbed out of his car; Y/N chewed on her nails as she waited. When the other cars came past, her heart felt like it was leaping out of her chest with anxiety.

There was a crackling on the radio. "Don't tell Christian, but I may have fucked up the car," came Fabian's voice.

The engineered turned around to give Fabian's parents the good news. Y/N let out a cry, ready to fall to her knees. She watched her son climb out of the car and give the crowd a thumbs up.

The entire incident had called for a red flag. An ambulance and a car were sent out to Fabian, but the Dutchman refused the ambulance, instead getting in the car to drive back to the paddock.

Y/N and Max were waiting anxiously for Fabian to return. When the young driver did, he walked towards his parents and pulled off his helmet. "Fabi," said Y/N, taking his face in her hands. She kissed him all over his face smoothed down his sweat slicked hair.

Placing his hand on his shoulder, Max pulled Fabian in for a hug. "I'm so proud of you," he whispered, squeezing him tight.

The only way you knew Oscar was beaming was he ran up to you and kissed you through his helmet and hugged you before turning to the team. Lando followed suit, except he took his helmet off and kissed you gently, followed with a soft I love you.

Watching them get on the podium was the greatest thing ever. Oscar smiles as much as he could and Lando is smiling from ear to ear. He was so close to his first win, you could feel it. Lando and Oscar both point their trophies your way covered in champagne and sweat.

"I'm so proud of you two," You whisper the three of you in bed, exhausted from the day. Lando chuckles, his naked chest warm as you lay your head on it. Oscar hums, spent beyond belief as he breathes fast trying to catch his breath.

"Awww, did I tire you out baby boy?" Lando teases earning a smack from Oscar which has you giggling. "Leave him be, he got his first podium." Oscar gets this blessed out smile on his, rolling onto his stomach placing his head on Lando's stomach.

"I'm proud of us today, maybe next race we'll have that 1-2?" Oscar whispers, tracing patterns on Lando's skin. The older one smiles, fingers dropping to Oscar's back and doing the same.

You had gone out and met up with your male cousin and when you came back, Lance had lost his mind not listening to the fact that the male was your cousin not some boytoy you were meeting up with. He was furious and trashed your apartment leaving you there in tears staring at the utter mess of your two's home.

So, you took off all your jewelry and didn't take anything with you as you leave. You didn't know where you'd go but you just left, hailing a taxi and leaving your tail behind. You knew they called Lance as you look in the mirror seeing them yelling as you slip into the traffic of the night.

It's for another 8 months before you see Lance again, having thought nothing of it. You kept you key and needed to grab your stuff keeping an eye of when Lance would be gone. Sighing you sneak into the house knowing no one was home. Grabbing all of your personal belongings you move through the dark.

Turning you gasp, choking on a scream as you see the outline of Lance. Light clicking on he sits in the chair, smirking. "Little Birdie thought she could fly hm?" Backing up, he stands shoving his hands into his dress pants. "Lance, please, don't." You beg knowing it was useless.

He'd never physically harm you, but what he'd do would be so much worse. He'd make you fall in love with him all over again you'd forget all the bad he's done. "Birdie, come here. I need to clip those wings of yours." He smirks, but you throw your bag at him bolting for the door and storming down the stairs.

“Hey mate, you’re up late,” he greeted Carlos and you opened your eyes to see him stumbling into the room with a yawn.

“No puedo dormir,” he grumbled, as you curled your legs up before he dropped heavily into the space he had claimed as his seat.

“Can’t sleep,” you translated since the only Spanish your boyfriend knew was ‘I’m a lake’ and ‘sorry’. And he only knew sorry so he could apologise when he butchered the language.

“I swear it’s getting worse,” Lando commiserated with a nod. “If I go to sleep now I’ll pay for it tomorrow.”

The jet lag from constant travelling you could handle, but what you were struggling with was space on the three seater couch. You didn’t want to have to sit up since you were more comfortably lying down, so you stretched your legs back out, popping them down on Carlos’ lap.

“Can you please tuck me in?” you asked as you wiggled your toes. The blanket hadn’t moved with your feet and so the cool air was kissing them and making your entire body cold.

“That’s a job for your boyfriend,” he joked before pulling the blanket over his lap so he could steal the warmth too.

“Eh,” Lando shrugged, his eyes glued to the tv as he waved a hand in his direction. “Best friend’s share everything, I’m sure you can manage that.”

The words were purposeful and you frowned at the familiarity of them, like you had heard them somewhere but since forgotten.

“¿Todo?” Carlos chuckled, grabbing your foot that had shifted on his lap when you wriggled to get comfortable. You lifted your head to look at the Spaniard and met his dark eyes as he started to massage you, his thumbs working deep into your sole until a low sound escaped your lips.

“Shh, babe,” Lando hushed as he grabbed your head and laid it back down on his lap, his fingers idling brushing the column of your neck.

You bit your lip but it wasn’t long before you couldn’t help the sounds slipping through. Lando could probably feel your pulse speeding up beneath his fingers as Carlos’ massage began to glide up your ankle. 

“Baby,” Lando murmured quietly as he placed one hand over your mouth, his thumb stroking your cheek, and the other grabbed the remote, increasing the volume on the tv. 

You should have done something, said something, when his hands reached your calves but they felt good as they eased the tension from a weekend spent on your feet in Lando’s garage. 

Your eyes closed as you tried to remain quiet and impassive but your body was screaming for more and your legs parted unconsciously when he reached the underside of your knee. Your eyes flew open as you felt Carlos rearrange the blanket and the adjustment caused your foot to brush a very hard body part trapped by the thin silk boxers he had gone to bed in.

“¿Qué?” he asked innocently, his eyes anything but innocent.

 You shook your head and relaxed back onto Lando’s thighs as you lost all ability to think clearly but the air in your chest froze. Lando froze too, not daring to even breathe as you rolled your eyes to look up at your boyfriend, both of you knowing exactly what you felt. 

Lando tried to look coy but his dilated eyes were fixated on your lips and his fingers trailed over your collar before following the swell of your breasts and disappearing under the blanket.

“Lan…” you whispered as the pad of his thumb found your peaked nipple and Carlos’ palm warmed the soft skin of your inner thigh. “What are you doing?”

“Want me to stop?” he whispered back, before pressing his lips together to hide his smile when you quickly shook your head. “Then keep quiet, baby.”

His eyes returned to the movie but his attention remained on you and how you started to squirm with his touch, and soon he stopped pretending otherwise. The blanket slipped down your body as he pulled your camisole aside and the cold air sent a shiver down your spine. 

“Lan,” you gasped as you tried to cover yourself, but he chuckled as he rolled your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, the sound turning to a needy whine. “Let’s go to bed.”

“I’m not tired,” he chuckled before looking over at Carlos whose hand was dangerously close to the lace edge of your panties. “Are you?”

“Not anymore.” Carlos’ tongue peeked out as he watched your bare breast rise and fall with your quick breaths, your eyes tracing it as it rolled across his lips, and an intrusive thought soon followed. You wondered how those full lips would feel against yours, if they were as soft as they looked, what pleasure they could bring.

“Do you really want to go to bed, love?” Lando asked, his eyes finding the lump under the blanket where Carlos’ hand rested. Carlos’ fingers dug into your skin like he was fighting the urge to close the distance to the second heartbeat that had started to throb in your core, the place you wanted him to reach.

“No,” you admitted quietly, closing your eyes as you felt guilty for even thinking about his best friend the way you were in that moment. It wasn’t the first time you had thought about the Spanish racer, you weren’t immune to the handsome men Lando called his friends, but it was certainly the most intense feeling.

“Do you want us to stop?” he asked, your eyes snapping up to him.

"Us?"

Lando’s chuckle harmonised with Carlos’ deeper one and they shared a look over you. “You get so vocal when you are drunk, baby. Best friends share everything, Lando.”

Your eyes widened as the night Barcelona came back to you and he ran his thumb over your lips still parted with surprise and shock. 

It had started off with an innocuous question about what he told his friends when it was just the boys after he had overheard you talking with your girlfriends - explicitly. He had wondered what else you shared with them and you said ‘Best friends share everything, Lando. You do the same with Carlos’.

“Not everything, love,” he teased as he helped you undress in your intoxicated state. “We haven’t shared you.”

“Well you could,” you joked, collapsing naked on the bed as the room spun. “I love you and there is no one sexier than you, but he’s very good looking.”

You had passed out pretty quickly after that and hadn’t remembered the conversation in the morning.

The temperature seemed to swell as Lando’s thumb drew your lip down and he waited to see how you would react. You wanted the blanket gone, you needed the air to cool enough to breathe again, but your body reacted for you, your tongue catching his thumb and sucking it into your mouth until he moaned at the tight seal he knew felt heavenly around his dick.

The sound went straight to your core and you squirmed as fire ignited in your blood at the prospect of Lando sharing you with his best friend.

“Do you want us to stop?” he asked again as he palmed himself, needing some friction in its hard state. 

You broke away from his face to look at Carlos, but you could still see the flush to his cheeks and the hunger in his eyes. It was almost impossible to see the brown rings around his dilated pupils and you noticed his bare chest rose faster than before as his biceps tensed, like it was taking all his strength to remain still.

You dragged your tongue up Lando’s thumb and swirled it around the tip before whispering, “No, please, don’t stop.”

The pretence of patience was gone, the moment of stillness shattered, and the blanket was whipped away from your body. The thin camisole you wore did little to hide what lay beneath, not after what Lando had done and when it had already ridden high up your thighs, and Carlos released a shuddering breath at the sight of your panties, a damp patch clearly noticeable. 

“Estás divina,” he praised as he shifted in the seat, parting your legs so he could settle between them. “You are a lucky man, Lan.”

“I know.”

Carlos sainz was a mean man.

Contrary to popular belief he was a cruel lover, he would tease you, rile you up and have you just on the edge of breaking point before he would stop, leave you there wherever it was and go back to whatever he was doing before he decided to torture you.

And it wasn't only a one time thing, in fact you were almost sure he enjoyed seeing the tears falling from your eyes from the overwhelming feeling, the way he talked down on you, before he'd disguise his words with praise.

You weren't usually such a needy person, at least thats what you liked to believe, but there was something about the way Carlos' bare chest looked under the dim hotel light that drove you insane, how the muscles in his back seemed more prominent when he moved.

He'd been away for three weeks by that point, and each day that went by you'd gotten even more frustrated, just a few days to go until he was finally home. Although before he'd left you made a pact (one that you were almost sure he'd broke), no touching yourself whilst the other was away.

Carlos hadn't been blind to the way you'd been staring at him through the phone, watching him get ready for the long day ahead whilst you were already in bed, half way across the world from each other. "What's wrong, cariño?"

You swore you could've moaned from the way the name fell from his lips, his voice still heavy with sleep, his accent seeming thicker to your ears. "Carlos, i miss you," From the outside your words appeared innocent, but Carlos knew better than that. "Need you so badly, don't think i can hold it till you come back."

Out of view from Carlos, you moved from of your hands down your stomach, lifting up the oversized shirt of his you were. Just before he'd left, Carlos had made sure to leave you missing him, edging you, wiping away the tears that still hadn't convinced him to give in.

"I thought we said no touching?" You couldn't describe his tone as angry, stern maybe, but almost as if he was mocking you, mocking how needy you were for him. Ar the sound of him speaking though you'd rested your hand on your stomach, acting as though he could see your body through the screen. "I'll be home in-"

“Four days." You finished for him, fighting the urge to roll your eyes as you’d been counting down the days since the second week he'd left.

"You can hold on for four days, yes?" Carlos smiled as you nodded your head, albeit it reluctantly, weighing out the pro's and con's in your head before you agreed.

Those four days had felt like an eternity and a half.

Were you being dramatic? Sure

Were you also going to jump on Carlos the second he got home? Absolutely

The sound of a key turning in the door caught your attention, switching off the random episode of show you had no interest in learning the name of, and practically knocking over the Spaniard when he'd gotten in.

You peppered kisses across his face, meeting his lips in a long awaited kiss. Carlos held you up against him, letting your hands find their face to his hair, deepening the kiss as you tugged on the dark strands.

You didn't remember when or how you'd gotten to the bedroom, not that you cared either way, the pressure of Carlos' heavier body on yours further fuelling your sinful thoughts.

Bucking your hips to meet his you whined, Carlos groaning at the feeling of you grinding against his leg, desperate for him. His hands on your body stopped your movement, squeezing the top of your thighs as he worked his way down.

Your breathing is ragged, chest rising and falling with the way his hands felt against you. He hummed against your thigh, dragging a calloused finger through your slit, his thumb nudging your clit causing you to move against his hand. He gathered your slick onto two of his fingers, stretching you out as he curled them inside of you.

"Tell me what you want me to do," He was as calm as ever when he spoke, acting as if he wasn't still fucking you with his fingers.

"Want you to make me cum, Carlos, please." Your back arched off the soft sheets when he slipped a third finger inside of you, moans falling from your lips.

You felt the muscles in your belly tightening, your high approaching after only a few minutes of Carlos' fingers, your overdue orgasm hitting harder than you could've imagined. Crying out when his thumb pressed against your clit, your hands finding their place tugging on his hair.

His fingers never stop, fingering you just as roughly and making sure to intensify the feeling as much as possible, watching the way your hips grind down on his sam. "So pretty, baby, always are for me."

"Carlos-" You were cut off by your own moan, your argument falling silent in the back of your throat, no attempt made to stop his movements against you, and he gives you no time to recover before his fingers are replaced by his tongue.

There was no stopping the noises escaping your lips when he starts to suck on your clit, grazing over it with his teeth. His mouth is relentless against you. You're trying so hard to close your legs at the feeling, his hands keeping them apart and you knew you were no competition for his strength.

"You can take it."

Was all he said, not wasting another second before his mouth was back on you, his finger soon joining too. You laced your hands in the strands of his hair, pushing his face closer towards you, chasing your high again.

Your head fell back, mouth open in an "O" shape, squeezing your eyes shut from the feeling. Every nerve in your body felt alive, hairs you didn't even know you had standing on edge, it had your head spinning, feeling lightheaded enough that you reached out to grab onto his free arm.

On fire was all you could describe the way your body felt, Carlos' touch against your skin feeling electric, like he was shocking you each time he came in contact, the warmth of his lips travelling up your stomach once again.

You swore you could drown in the smell of him, one that came so natural it only made you fall for him even harder every time he was this close to you.

"I've had so long to think about what i want to do to you." You shivered as he whispered in your ear, the effect he had on you showing more than you wished it did. "Had three weeks where all i wanted to do is fuck you. Ever since Austria." His lips trailed down your throat, dancing over your collarbone and across your neck and shoulders.

You tilted your neck to the side, allowing him more access although your words contradicted your actions. "I can't, Carlos."

"Yes you can." His kisses reversed his previous trail, one of his hands coming up to take off the top you were wearing.

The goosebumps continued to rise on your skin, half due to Carlos and the other half due to the rush of cool air. "Carlos, " You whimpered his name as he bit into the skin of your neck, soothing it over with his tongue and adding another next to it.

He pulled away, looking at the marks he left proudly as they blossomed into purples bruises already. "You're not fucked out already are you?" Before you could reply his mouth was already back on your skin, marking you up even more.

When his lips met yours, you kissed him back. Your past arguments being pushed to the back of your mind. Carlos's hand carefully pulled down the bed with him.

His arms looked bigger than usual in the position he was sitting in, his eyes looking down to his lap, silently telling you where to go. Of course you obliged, already missing the intimacy of his kisses.

Your legs were situated on both sides of his thighs, your barely uncovered core being pressed against his growing hard on. One of his hands moved from behind his head, falling to your hips and moving them gradually against him.

The growing sensitivity between your legs caused a few small moans to escape your mouth, the friction slowly building. He moved his arm to join the other on your hip, being able to rock them more forcefully now. "Is this what three weeks does to you? Three weeks without my cock and your such a slut for me you'll ride my thigh, hm?"

His newly moved hand grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look down at him. Carlos' eyes pierced into yours. "Answer me, amor."

The pace of your moving hips quickened, the look he was giving you somehow adding to the growing pleasure. "Fuck, Carlos, yes." His head tilted to the side, the hand on your jaw staying firm with one of his fingers tapping against the skin. "Gonna ride your thigh."

As the words left your mouth you could feel the rising heat in your cheeks, embarrassed at how desperate you sounded, at how desperate you were. "So beautiful, y tan patética." and so pathetic Both his hands sat on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him whilst his lips trailed over your exposed chest.

The ache in your legs and the sloppy movements of your hips gave away how close you were. You could feel your thighs beginning to shake just as you were about to reach your peak. Finally, you felt the coil in your stomach snap when Carlos sank his teeth in the space between your shoulder and neck.

This time your eyes were blurry, tears falling and painting your cheeks as you felt your orgasm washing over you, each one more intense than before. Your salty tears were quickly wiped away by Carlos, and if anything it made his move your hips against him quicker.

Your body collapsed against his, attempting to cover your ragged breath. The aftershock of your orgasm continued when his grip against your waist didn't stop, the sensitivity causing you to whine into his shoulder. Carlos could feel your heart still beating rapidly against his chest, spurring him on even more to get you to another orgasm on just his thigh. "One more."

"No, Carlos-"

"You know the safe word, yes?" He asked you, dropping any act he was performing, a serious tone to his voice and look in his eyes and you nodded.

"Red." You answered back.

"Good girl." His lips found your temple, reassuringly kissing it, rolling your hips against his thigh again. "Just like that." You moaned into his shoulder again, not trusting your arms enough to be able to support you.

His words of praise were a killer, enough to tip you over the edge whenever he wanted you to. Like you were putty in his hands the second he spoke.

Just as before you felt the familiar feeling building in your stomach, much quicker than before. Carlos could read your body like a book, not even needing to ask if you were closer before you were cumming on his thigh again.

Your nails dragged down his back, most likely going to leave red scratch marks for the next couple days. His hands stopped their movements of your hips, allowing you the couple seconds or even minute you needed to come down from your high and catch your breath once again.

Carlos pushed the fallen hair out of your face, a think layer of sweat across your forehead causing it to stick, lifting your lips to meet his in a soft kiss. Nothing from the feverish one you shared previously. "You're so good to me." His praise already igniting that feeling in your stomach again. “Cumming for me like this and i’ve not even fucked you yet.”

You didn’t have the energy left to argue, not that your throat would let you, feeling hoarse, only humming at his words when he flipped your bodies again. And you were thankful you didn’t have to do anymore of the work.

Carlos’ eyes offered you little sympathy, only interested in your reactions when he dragged the tip of his cock through your folds. The sensitivity was overwhelming, pleasure mixed with a little pain, your thighs twitching when he fully settles in you.

Carlos can’t help but feel his breath catch in his chest every time he ruts his hips into yours, not only torturing you tonight but himself. The sound of skin on skin echoing in his head and drives him insane as he pants heavily above you, he knows he won’t last.

You feel him twitching, throbbing when your walls tighten around him, his body begging for release just as yours was for the last time. “Fuck, forgot how good you felt around me,” Carlos grunts out, his words breaking up half way, his fingers digging into your thighs, his climax ticking closer in his body just as it was in yours. “Know you’re close.. gonna give it to me again? Gonna cum for me again?”

Whimpers and whines of ‘yes’ and his name escaped your mouth, enough to have him tipping over the edge, his whole body tensing above yours, shallow groans falling from his lips as he fucks into you faster. By the time you’re right on the edge, he can’t possibly hold it back any longer.

“Shit, y/n-“ He cuts himself off just as you feel him spill inside you, endless heat that makes you moan as Carlos grinds himself against you, forcing his cum as deep as he can, it’s embarrassing how quickly you feel your orgasm arrive just by feeling Carlos inside you.

Your thighs tried closing in on themselves, only being kept open by Carlos’s knee, as he watched how you threw your head back against the bed, chest heaving and your skin glistening with sweat.