Formula One Reader Insert

Carlos Sainz Jr; Wait a minute...

OKAY SO THIS MAN. HE IS PERFECT. I DON'T CARE. HE MY BOO. 

ENJOY. BECAUSE I DID WRITING THIS.

F/C is favourite colour

S/T is skin tone

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It was the summer break, the F1 drivers were enjoying their wind down period, Carlos and his beloved (Y/N) were at their English residence on the outskirts of Milton Keynes, where it appeared half of the grid had a residency, if not at least in that vicinity. There was a Red Bull/Torro Rosso hub in the area, who were more than happy to home the drivers for their training, but summer break for those who lived near, meant nothing more than sleep, eat, golf, repeat.

Carlos has spent his entire day with his brother-in-law, Daniel, and their "adopted" son, Lando. The later mentioned despised the nickname, however McLaren and Ferrari found it funny, as it the press and community so it stuck, sadly for him at least, however he did join in on the joke now and again. They had been out on the courses all day, spending time as a trio away from the track was important to them all, none so more than Carlos, because without Dan, there would be no (Y/N) for him to have in his heart. The more he thought about being out in the British summer sun, the more he was itching to get home.

The boys climbed in Carlos' "family car", as they called it, because it would be used for when three or more were going out, and it fit all their clubs in the back. Dan called shotgun, so he was in the passenger seat in charge of choosing the music, leaving Lando in the backseat, no option but to suffer. The bluetooth of the Spaniard's phone connected immediately to the car, handing Dan his phone to put on whatever he fancied, the family Spotify plan was great for them all, and soon enough, Daniel had put on Enter Shikari, head-banging along to Juggernaut until Lando complained he couldn't hear what the front were talking about, so they switched to a standard radio station.

(Y/N) had got out the shower later than she had realised, not looking at the time on her phone as she chose her favourite lingerie set, the (F/C) fabric complimenting her skin tone nicely, as she took one of Carlos' deepest v-neck t-shirts and posing in a... compromising position, sending the image to Carlos, as a little post golf treat.

A notification popped up on the dashboard screen, Carlos' eyes only seeing the contact name before Dan gagged and covered his face, Lando wheezing on the backseat at Daniel's reaction, feeling mortified on his behalf. Carlos' olive skin soon had a deep red settling beneath it, before seeing a call notification come through, hiding the image, to Daniel's relief. "Hola, mi amor. Que tal?" He asked in his native Spanish, a pure reflex he wasn't going to shake off at any point, deciding to pull over and focus on the call, that way the guys could get out safely without getting hurt if they wanted to leave the pair alone on the phone for a second.

"Did you get my message?" She slyly asked, her voice sounding all innocent. Carlos turned to Dan who was biting down on his hat, ears covered in fear of any details that may follow. Lando had shoved his gold gloves in his mouth, trying to suppress the loud wheeze-scream combination that was trying to escape him.

"Honey," Carlos began, trying to warn his lover. "Now isn't a good--" But nonetheless, he was cut off.

"It's a small token of my appreciation for all your hard work in this half of the work year, so I will take care of you when you get home." She said firmly, with a slight huskiness woven into it, making the Spaniard's chest tighten slightly.

"Darling." He said stiffly, unlike his waning resolve. "I need to drop Lando off home, and then Daniel and I will be home straight away, we were just listening to the radio, ah? Please tell me you catch my drift." He dropped the heaviest hint he could for her to understand, his Rs rolling as he spoke so quickly.