Formula one shots / imagines

(S) [después la ducha]: Carlos Sainz

Request for reganlouisex ❤️
Prompt: "like what you see?"
NSFW warning...
Word count: 1143

A cloud floated around the bathroom after Carlos shut off the shower and steam poured out. He mulled over the decision on wether or not to shave, deciding it was overdue and grabbing the shaving foam. He took care in letting the blade glide over his skin, making sure not to catch himself and be cut.

You had been waiting ever since he'd got back from training to have sex, he looked so delicious when he walked in the front door you were sure you could've of fucked him right then and there but he insisted on washing first. It seemed like he'd been in the bathroom for an eternity, and you were left to rub your thighs together, the tension building between your legs. You got a small spark from the seam of your loose shorts rubbing against your clit, the friction eliciting a minor amount of pleasure. But you needed more, you knew the shower had been turned off and Carlos wouldn't take too long yet you needed some sort of release now.

You quickly hoisted down your shorts and let your fingers dive into your panties to rub slow circles on your clit. "Oh" you let a small moan escape your lips and your eyes close as the pressure in your abdomen slowly started to build. The tip of your finger dipped into your entrance, glossy from the moisture that you found there, making it easier to move your digits up and down your labia. You imagined it was Carlos' fingers and moaned out his name, envisioning the loving kisses he often left on your thighs. You imagined him slipping them inside of you, twisting and scissoring them to increase your pleasure tenfold, licking a stripe in between your lips.

Without you knowing, the Spaniard had left the bathroom to find you like this, deciding to watch you a while. He often took joy from watching you please yourself, a boner already starting to peak from underneath his towel. As soon as soft whimpers began to tumble from your lips he decided to speak up, not wanting you to finish without your aid. "Mi amor, you could not wait?" He purred, his voice silky in you ears, the Spanish always making you crumble.

"Shit" your eyes snapped open to see him leaning against the door frame, merely a towel wrapped around his waist, revealing his trained body. The white of towel created a satisfactory contrast with Carlos' tan skin, his happy trail leading down his toned abs and disappearing beneath the towel. You didn't need to imagine what was below it, your pissy clenching around nothing at just the thought. "Like what you see?"  He teased at your gawking eyes, but he was flattered nonetheless, he wanted this just as much as you did. You licked your lips attentively, "Yes I do and I want you to fuck me."

Pleasantly surprised by your abnormal confidence, Carlos did not hesitate to rush over to you and pick you up in his arms with ease. You sighed dramatically as you realised he was taking you to the bedroom - you wanted him immediately, on the sofa would've been fine. "I know you've been waiting baby" he mumbled against your neck in between kisses, sucking on your pulse point and leaving sweet love bites where his lips had touched your skin "but it'll be worth it" he promised before laying you on the bed. He lifted up your T-shirt, delighted to find you with no bra on  and lightly palmed your breasts, drawing a cry from your soft lips. Tauntingly he drew your panties down, his teasing made you even more impatient, you grabbed Carlos' chin to make him look at you "Sex. now." You said dominantly. Lust flickered in his warm brown eyes, he didn't know where this newfound confidence was from but he liked it.

As per instruction, Carlos dropped his towel to the ground. His erection stood tall against his abdomen, sufficiently hardened by just your sweet moans earlier. From only a quick glance, he could tell you were wet enough, your previous endeavours meant no foreplay was necessary for either of you. "Are you ready?" He hummed as his hands gripped onto your hips and he placed himself between your legs, rubbing his length through your folds momentarily. "For wha-FUCK ME" you cried out as Carlos slammed into you with no warning, his entire length drawn in by your soaking heat. "That's what I'm doing" he looked down at your wide eyes and winked with a smirk before moving inside of you. His sharp thrusts bringing out a constant flow of high-pitched moans that trickled from your mouth, like music to his ears.

His cock made easy work of you, your juices providing the lube for his constant rhythm. A familiar warmth once again settled in your abdomen, you were still sensitive from your fingers so the first sparks of an orgasm appeared quickly. The sound of skin slapping on skin echoed around the bedroom as his hips rocked back and forth. "Shit Carlos" you hummed as your walls clenched around his cock, drawing out a low groan from his lips, "I know your close" he growled. The firm grip on your hips, bound to leave marks, loosened at the moment one his hands trickled down your stomach, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Carlos' warm finger began to rub fervent circles on your clit, the overstimulation making you cry out whilst his thrusts continued to pummel in and out your entrance. "I'm close" you urged to your boyfriend, his warm eyes locking onto yours passionately just when your fingers clutched at his shoulders, "me too" he moaned and you could feel his cock twitch inside of you. All of a sudden, your orgasm washed over you and you whimpered Carlos' name back to him, you tried desperately not to hurt him when your fingernails dragged across his back clutching at the pleasure you felt. His fingers left your clot and he guided you through with gentler thrusts, your heavy breathing softening as you came down from your high. After a few more thrusts, just the gratifying sounds and clenching walls was all he needed from you to follow you into orgasm, his warm seed spilling inside of you. He collapsed on top of your fatigued body, holding his weight on his forearms as not to crush you.

After a short recovery time he rolled over and pulled you close to his chest, absent mindedly stroking your hair causing you to hum against his skin. "Worth the wait?" Carlos chuckled, thinking back to your ravenous behaviour earlier. "Definitely" you giggled, heat coming to your cheeks as you too recalled the way you had acted so desperately.